#maybe a rematch? ever?

[happyendingsong]

STARDOM ☆ 7.28.24 ☆ SAPPORO WORLD RENDEZVOUS mayu acts as wingman to help hanan pin tam

[cryptidwrestling]

...Out of curiosity, am I the only one wondering why Jessika not calling a DQ the night all this started/Iyo won hasn't been addressed at all? Like, not even in Kayfabe specifically, just from a storytelling standpoint.

[f0ofishies]

FL*SHING THEM AFTER AN ARGUEMENT

tsukishima kei, ushijima wakatoshi, oikawa tōru

Tsukishima Kei, your beloved fiance. You loved the man to death, you swear.. it's just that he's always been like this. All of the damn time. There was one time when you argued over dinner because someone didn't want to eat Italian. Seriously? How'd you even date this guy and later on accept a ring from him.

Just kidding, he has his cute moments. The man had prioritized you a lot during his college days. He must've fallen hard for you, huh? When he did get on one knee, you thought it was a prank. Nonetheless, you said yes— already being engaged for 4 months, too!

Back on topic, he's always been a cranky mother fucker and even more when he lose that volleyball match. You looked at him— in astonishment. This man had the audacity to even be too confident in a little fun of chess?

You couldn't even believe the audacity of him. He'd been laughing at your move on your black horse.. "Gee, just get one with it, babe..!" Another ridiculing sentence from him could've sparked a fire inside you. "Hah? Seriously, why'd you even do this rematch— when you clearly don't know chess."

Your eye must've twitched at that, you love him, and you swear to that on your life. But, seriously, he's getting on your last nerve. As he quickly moved his queen, grabbing your knight in the process. You moved another piece as he smiled. "Thank god, we don't do rematches in volleyball."

Your joke immediately made his smirk turn sour. As you chuckled to your own statement, your eyes glanced up to his. He immediately gave a disgusted face at you. "What, Tsuki?—" You tease, almost pinching his face as he has moved away from your hand.

"What is your problem..?" Now that made you raise an eyebrow. "My problem—?" He can't be serious right now. And that's how he ended up giving you the silent treatment, ending the chess match when it just started. You were utterly confused... even bewildered by his actions

Knowing your fiance won't crumble to a piece of you, you just quickly called out. "Kei?" He didn't even look at you.. oh, so that's how he was going to play. "Tsuki?" No budge, huh? The man had some nerves for ignoring his future wife. "Tsukishima Kei." Last call, he finally whipped his head to you.

Rolling your shirt up— his golden brown eyes dilated at the sight of your perky, wait, wait, this was cheating. "That's right, doofus.. I know you can't ignore them." You could totally hear the clogs in his brain working. Even bouncing them a bit— He quickly pulled your shirt down. "Hey—! what was that for??"

"You're in one hell of a ride, do that shit again. I dare you, baby."

How much aura did you gain after marrying the Ushijima Wakatoshi? You, the lovely wife, as ever.. had always been the cheeky one in the marriage. During one of his games, you'd literally chant his name out so loud. Maybe the whole stadium could hear you.

He'd be there happily, holding the ring chained around his neck. Giving you a small smile— You couldn't help but beam as you show off your ring finger too! Now that was months ago, your husband came home in a sour face after meeting his parents.

"Baby, how were your parents?" You asked him, quickly smiling as you cooked your signature curry. "Fine like usual." His deep voice caught you off guard as you felt a hand crept behind you. "Oh, so what did they—" "Can we not." You tilted your head.. "Sure.. okay." You compiled because who were you to say anything about that?

You looked at him as he ate, he felt your stare. "Yes, love?" The way your hand had been tapping on to counter.. like crazy. Lost in thought, you look up at him. "Toshi.. you know you can tell me anything?" Of course he knew that so he raised an eyebrow. "I know."

You were itching to know why he's so persistent on not telling you why.. he would usually just tell you at this point. But he seriously didn't want to talk about it, so he dismissed your concerns once again. "But babe.." You whined.. something in him just snapped.

"No, can you stop trying?" You huffed at his tone of language.. it was kind of your fault for being this nosy. So now here you were having a full blow argument. Were you petty? Definitely, a hundred percent. So when your husband had genuinely left you in the kitchen. You huffed—

Clearly, he needed a lot of space, huh? Shutting the bedroom door very tight— you wanted to go sleep there, but how? He had locked it from the inside. "Toshi..?" You called out. No answer. "Ushijima Wakatoshi!" You yelled out and finally the familiar 'click!' You finally let out a sigh and practically go in fast.

He's still on the bed, clearly trying to sleep. "Toshi..~" Your sweet velvety voice intoxicating him then sliding onto the bed— even straddling onto him. Still, the man laid bare, not even checking you out. You intentionally grind, trying to find the best friction. His hands finally with all of its glory wrapped around your hips.

"Look up." Your command might've sent a shudder on your poor husband. The blood pumping down to his familiar friend down there— oh how a vixen you were.. Seriously, he saw the way you held your shirt up. Those breasts out in the air just for him. "Mmm? Want it bad?"

"I swear, wife— you're always all talk and no action.."

That Argentinan volleyball player was taken by you! Who knew he had the hots for you. Tōru Oikawa, he had recently left Japan for Argentina.. then he met you. Somehow, you two clicked. Clearly, you only thought he was just getting into your pants but nope!

The infamous girlfriend of the volleyball player never really visited his games. Probably because your work always consumed your time. Tōru was beyond okay with that— of course he was. But after such a long tiring game, all he wanted to do was a date night with you. Sadly, you were still out at work.. in overtime. How could you not remember it at all? When you came home, his first response was immediate silence. Seriously nothing!!

"Tōru?" You called out in the shared apartment, finally slipping off your shoes. Stretching your arms wide as no response. "...Babe?" You called out once more. Absolutely nothing— you panicked, of course. Already running around to find him.That's when you spotted your sulky boyfriend, buried deep into the bed among all the plushies you have.

"Shit, babe.. did something happen at practice?" You asked him as he finally noticed your presence. An immediate huffed was heard, thanks to him. "Babe..? Baby..!!" You whined the petname, trying to uncover the blankets.

There he was, your lovely boyfriend. Tōru glared at you, those dark brown hues of his. "What's made you so sour..?" You asked him once more, trying to coerce him out of his moodiness. "I wonder why." He interrupted you, that made you raise an eyebrow. "Babe..."

You were utterly clueless, even when he avoided your touches. It suddenly clicked to you, a promise to him on for a date. You internally groan at that, "Shit, Tōru you know I didn't mean to forget.." Your hand itching to grasp his— yet he pulled away once again. "You always forget about me.." He whined into your shared pillows. "No I don't.. baby.. I'll make it up to you!!" You try to reason with him.

That's what got him to lash out at you. You did kind of deserve it— so here you are on the bed trying to get a sulky Tōru out of your shared bedroom once more. An idea popped into your head! "Tōru.. I have something to show you.." You found the man finally walk out of the bedroom. His disheveled appearance still looked way too good for your own eyes.

Your fingers found their way to your blouse— giving him a sweet smile. Only halfway through, you were damn thankful for picking a good bra for today. "Baby, I'm really sorry.." You whispered. And finally— your breasts were in full view of his sight. Nothing could have prepared you for the feral Tōru ravishing you!

The man was full on groping your breasts, even fiddling with those buds.. was he really that turned on? You couldn't believe you've let him play with you like this. On the tips of your heels— you needed more friction down there, too. So you whined at him, how your cunt needed his fingers too! And that's what he did, dipped them into your soaked panties.

"Fffuck— that's not fair, babe.. yknow your boobs and pussy are my weakness..!"

[writerpeach]

Hauteur

LE SSERAFIM Kim Chaewon x m! reader

14k words

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Read on AO3

“God, you’re so bad at this.” 

“Yeah, no shit, Chaewon.” 

“Like, really bad, you know? Like you should not be allowed to play this game bad."

You’re already down three games, struggling not to scratch again as you aim for a different colored ball this time—somewhere, anywhere, but in the goddamn pocket. Safe to say, things are not going well tonight. 

“Shut up, Chae—you’re distracting me.” 

"No fucking way I am," Chaewon fires back, not missing her mark as a striped ball clacks into the side pocket, almost mocking your failed attempt. “What’s your excuse for losing the last three games, then?” 

“I just need to get warmed up, that's all—"

"Will that come before or after the sun comes up?" she asks, planting her stick against the floor and sliding closer. "It's okay to admit you're bad at this."

You grit your teeth, fueled by frustration, and slam your pool cue so hard the table rattles as the white ball shoots forward. Almost in slow-motion, it ricochets right off the side—failing spectacularly, right back into the eight-ball that spirals into the corner pocket.

Chaewon can't stop laughing.

“Oh look, you finally sunk one in.” You're left standing there, hands gripping your cue stick so tight your knuckles have turned white. "And that's game four."

You're about to snap the pool cue in half right here, then and there. You're fuming; Chaewon is eating all of this up, covering her mouth before taking a sip out of a beer bottle that's almost empty.

"Rematch. We're going again," you hiss out.

"So I can humiliate you again? What's the point? You can't beat me. And you owe me how much, exactly? Pretty sure your entire week's pay is gonna get fucking wiped after this.”

"Then one more game. Double or nothing." 

"Oh sweetie, you're cute. I can't take more of your money. At this rate, you're not gonna have enough to pay rent.” 

"Chaewon—" you nearly growl, gritting your teeth again. "Double. Or nothing."

Her eyes widen with curiosity, an amused smile tugging on those lips of hers while you wait for an answer. This soft little sigh escapes as Chaewon takes another sip out of her beer bottle, looking you over from the other side of the table.

"That's boring. Let's make this more interesting," she proposes with a devious grin on her lips, drinking some more before setting the bottle on the edge of the pool table. Chaewon doesn't let her confidence falter, eyes never looking away from yours—leaving you wondering what devilish thoughts have taken her. “Raise the stakes, shall we?” 

You stare at her with a raised eyebrow. 

"Loser does whatever the winner says. Within reason, obviously. If I win, and I will—“ There's a mischievous spark in those eyes. Whatever it is, Chaewon wants you to bite. “If I win, I get you. For a week. When and wherever I want."

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"I thought that would've been pretty obvious. One week where you can't deny me,” she starts, that annoying smug smile still plastered on her face while she carefully gathers up all the multi-colored balls into the wooden triangular frame. A quick run down the length of the green felt, and she continues, grabbing the white ball out of a little pocket and moving over to her side of the table. "Whatever I desire." 

There's something about the way she enunciates every word that makes you shiver. You shouldn't take this bet, no way—there's a hundred reasons why that's a bad idea. Because you already know the outcome. 

Chaewon turns back to meet your eyes again. "Seven days, you’re at my whims. So you can be my footstool, errand boy, or whatever else I wanna do—you don't have a say. Maybe I wanna jump on your cock whenever the mood strikes? Or make you go down on me in the middle of lunch at that cute little cafe downtown? Anything I want—you do."

That's the most preposterous thing you've ever heard—you'd have to beat Chaewon just to stand a chance, which you know is nothing short of impossible. But you can't back down, and you can't shake the urge to wipe the smirk right off that little brat's face, to find some sort of satisfaction in watching her sweat. 

Yet Chaewon can sense the hesitation and does her best to persuade you further. 

She takes her position at the far end of the table with her pool stick behind her, getting ready to break again. “If you manage a miracle and win, then consider your debt cleared. And for a week, your rules, whatever your little heart desires. Fair, isn't it?"

You shouldn’t—you know better not to agree to her proposition. Not to give the enemy an opening. And yet, your pride refuses to let you do anything less. "So, I get anything? For an entire week?"

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?" she responds, rolling the cue ball ever so gently as she decides where to position her stick.

"You're pretty confident, Chae. This could go badly for you. Maybe next time I see you, it’ll be in the tiniest bikini I can find. Or just lingerie. Something real easy to tear off."

Chaewon laughs, keeping her eyes locked on yours. "Considering the performance I've seen tonight from you? I'd say a loss is practically impossible."

Yeah, there’s no way you’re backing down from this. "Impossible? Fine, you're on. Hurry up and break so I can win." 

Oh, she's going to regret this. 

Shifting her posture, Chaewon bends over the pool table rather seductively as she lines up her shot. When she takes a glance over, your eyes stay glued to those tight fucking shorts—they hug every single curve of hers, giving such a good view of her ass. 

"Unlike you, I know what I'm doing. I’m not the same girl you knew two years ago that used to help you boost cars and drive away from cops. Now, are you gonna keep staring at my ass, or can I take this shot?"

You don't respond. She breaks hard, the crack of her stick echoing through the whole pool hall, scattering the colorful balls all over the table—two go in, one striped and one solid.

"Which one are you calling, sweetheart?"

"Doesn't matter, pick one," you respond, determined not to give up any reaction whatsoever to Chaewon. "I'm winning either way."

Chaewon just cackles, reaching over to take a sip of her second beer bottle before taking position to line up her next shot. "I'll stick with my stripes then. Can't wait to have you call me master and kiss my feet for the next seven days, loser."

"In your dreams, Chae."

"I better start thinking about all the names I'm gonna call you then," she taunts, circling around the table to find the best spot to take her next shot. "You're gonna be such an obedient little pet for me."

You stay silent, because you're not giving her a modicum of satisfaction. And with ease, she's banking shots left and right, showing no mercy and striking her next target right on. No less than three balls in a row, gaining momentum before she takes a moment to bask in the glory. 

"Don't worry, baby, we'll have so much fun. I think you'll look so good on your knees, licking my boots. Giving me foot rubs for an entire fucking week. Wow, I can't wait—"

Chaewon sounds so convinced she has this in the bag, and just the thought of her acting like you’re already her little pet gets you even more infuriated—that bratty tone, how she’s predicted that you’ve already lost, as if you're a simple means to her every desire. 

"Don't get ahead of yourself," you fire back, because you're not going to let her get in your head. That's what Chaewon is so good at, but you shove those thoughts aside, watching her land another shot into a side pocket, taking another sip of her beer afterwards. That's five shots down, only three to go—and it's all been her.

"Please, I've already beaten your pathetic ass four times. I'm not even trying anymore." Chaewon moves to the next striped ball, and with no difficulty lands it in, wasting no time after that to line up her penultimate ball—an easy angle, an effortless shot. She's merely two balls from putting you in hell for a full seven days.

You watch with bated breath as her arm raises, stick held in position before colliding hard against the cue ball—despite her near perfect technique, it rolls erratically, missing its mark as the orange striped ball veers off course, hitting the bumpers and missing its intended target.

Her brows furrow. 

You try to hold back a laugh. "Nice shot."

"Fuck off," Chaewon hisses. She takes another sip of her beer to relieve herself before staring down the table without any concern. "Angle was all wrong, that's all. Not like you have a chance anyway, pet." 

She's not exactly wrong—if you miss, Chaewon only needs two easy shots to secure the game, and you have a long road ahead of you, not even having your first turn until now. But it's not as dire as it seems, given that most of the striped balls are out of the way, leaving you with a plethora of options.

Still, you have no room for failure. Even if you manage to knock one or two in, you have no margin of error. One tiny mistake can cost you your freedom for an entire fucking week. How were you ever lured into this?

But you can’t give up before even getting started, letting those thoughts fly away. You find an ideal spot and sink your first shot, a smooth roll, falling clean into the side pocket. Chaewon seems fairly unimpressed when you look up. Not that you expected anything less. 

"Lucky shot. First time you've sunk one in all night."

Maybe it's luck that gets you a second one too. And a third one right after that. Then Chaewon's expression does start to fade into one of annoyance and disbelief, watching a fourth shot sink right in front of her. But unlike her, you don’t get cocky. All it takes is one mistake for you to forfeit the game, and the rest of the week, too. 

Halfway there. You feel the tension rising, but steel yourself, because you have no plans of getting your lips anywhere near Chaewon's fucking feet in the foreseeable future. A rival ball nearly bounces in after you sink one into the far corner pocket, rolling a razor's width before coming to a stop, sending your heart dropping for a split second.

"Cute little streak you’ve got going on. Don't get too comfortable.” 

Again, you ignore her, knowing that any response will set Chaewon off even more. The brat wants attention you’re not giving. 

One by one, you sink each colored ball, until you’re one away from catching up. Chaewon only offers the bare minimum in acknowledgement at the sound. One shot, that's all you need to take away her advantage, but one misstep will cost you everything. 

Another deep breath. Your neck is tense, beads of sweat forming on your brow as you approach the green ball on the other side of the pool table. Not even looking at Chaewon, you pull back, line up—

And miss.

The little bastard completely flies off target, bouncing in the opposite direction, right into the bumper with bad intentions, almost smacking directly into the eight-ball. 

"Looks like your lucky streak ends there," Chaewon says, hardly hiding a grin as she takes a long swig of beer. "Too bad, loser. I wonder how you'll look in a maid outfit." 

She’s hesitating, as if victory is a sure-fire thing, with no chance of any other outcome, eyes staring directly into yours when lining up her next shot, brushing a loose strand of hair back.

"I know you're gonna be a good boy for me.” 

Breaking eye contact only for a split second, she aims the end of her stick right towards the final striped ball left standing. Her grip is steady, and a few heartbeats later, Chaewon swings back, causing the little white ball to roll down the felt field at a sharp speed.

Clack.

She doesn't give it a second glance, her eyes staring into yours—lips parted with that annoyingly smug smile on her face as the ball spins its way home, leaving you in dreaded anticipation.

But that lone striped ball betrays her. 

To Chaewon's absolute dismay, she looks down, waiting for the purple striped ball to plummet into the abyss, only to see her victory denied. It taunts her—merely grazing the corner pocket, still standing upright, close enough to convince you both that it could drop with so much as a sneeze. 

Neither of you can even fathom what's just happened. Her hands grip her pool cue stick tightly, as she looks around, clearly trying to find someone else that must've screwed this up for her. Surely, no way could her perfect little plan fail now.

"F-fuck. Fuck!" she protests out loud, still in awe as the ball remains in position, mocking her in defiance. "This table sucks! It’s broken, stupid piece of shit!"

"Too bad, loser."

"Shut the fuck up! As if you have a chance of winning. I'm still gonna enjoy having your head between my legs, all week, idiot," she fires right back, seething with every word that leaves her lips. Defeated by hubris, Chaewon's demeanor shifts fast. But you don't have time for her tantrum, approaching the table to end this all. 

Three balls stand in your way, and now you have the same chance Chaewon did moments earlier. You’re going to silence that bratty mouth once and for all.

She's fallen prey to arrogance, which is a mistake you're not making. With intense concentration, you ignore the foul swears that overpower the surrounding music, and line up your shot—then gently tap your way to glory. Another successful shot, a few colorful curse words from Chaewon, and you're free to move to the next. The final obstacle: the eight ball.

"Wait, w-wait a fucking second—hold on. Time out. Let's talk about this," Chaewon says, desperately, stumbling on almost every single syllable. "What if we just call the game here? Call it a draw and just walk away?” 

Oh, she's desperate. Once the realization hits, Chaewon goes into total panic mode. That calm, cocky demeanor is gone, replaced by this girl on the verge of losing it all, watching your pool stick line up one last time. 

And your smirk only grows when you look back up at her.

"No. This was all your stupid idea in the first place, brat. Eight-ball, corner pocket." 

Your cue hits the last ball with force, shooting right past Chaewon—who can only watch it careen its way into the corner of the pocket you've called, the white ball right on its tail, dropping the eight-ball in behind with a loud, satisfying thump.

She stays silent.

There's no immediate response. Her arms are crossed over her chest, eyes glaring at the last two balls scattered all over the felt. And not a single one belongs to you. 

Chaewon looks devastated. "Y-you," she stammers out. 

Her smirk is gone. Her cocky attitude washed away, reduced to an expression of pure, unadulterated rage. "How—how the fuck did you—"

“Lucky shot, I guess.” 

“For the entire fucking game? No, you—you hustled me! You fucking cheater!”

You take another swig of the beer bottle you were sipping on earlier—almost finishing it as your eyes remain locked, focused. Chaewon's hands tremble with anger, knuckles tight around the pool cue as she holds it between her hands, pointing it towards you like a knight’s spear. 

Her expression darkens with a furrowed brow and clenched teeth. And she's fuming, ready to explode any second, yet can't find the words to lash out—

“I’m fucking awful at this, just like you said. Right?"

Chaewon goes silent—or maybe too angry to reply as she stalks you closer, stealing the beer bottle right from your lips and finishing it off with a few big gulps until it’s empty. And then she slams it so hard on the felt surface you worry it's going to shatter all over the place. 

"I don't know how you managed to pull it off. I was clearly winning the entire fucking game, how could you have possibly—"

You cut her off mid-sentence. "Nobody likes a sore loser, Chaewon."

"I'll show you a sore loser, you little—" 

She holds the glass bottle like a dagger, threatening you with it as your eyes narrow on hers, refusing to show a moment of weakness. You're not going to give her that satisfaction.

"Just admit it. You lost. Rules are rules. Be a good girl and accept it, Chae."

"Fuck the rules! This isn't even fair—"

"Seems fair enough to me. You wanted this bet in the first place, didn't you?"

"Yeah, because you're so fucking bad at pool!" 

"And yet somehow I managed to win, didn't I?" you continue, savoring the frustration in Chaewon's eyes, which she so poorly conceals. "I'm so looking forward to this week."

She's shoving the bottle right into your chest now, glaring intensely, inching closer and closer until there's not a sliver of space left between you two. But eventually, she relents, grits her teeth, and inevitably accepts defeat.

"Fine—asshole. A deal is a deal. What do you fucking want?"

You take a moment to savor the sweet taste of victory. “Your tight fucking ass. In that bathroom over there. Hope you still keep that bottle of lube in your purse.”

A momentary silence comes, no argument, no protest, no further refusal. So out of character for her, but it's the sort of obedience that you don't take for granted, because who knows how long it'll actually last. "Whatever. Lead the way then.” 

So without hesitation, you do—Chaewon finishes her beer before grabbing her handbag off the counter. You take her by the wrist as the two of you wander out of the bar, heading for the public restroom across the way. It’s late enough in the night that you’re not concerned with it being occupied as you shove the door open, finding Chaewon right behind in no time at all. 

The lock clicks, and thankfully the bathroom is a bit more clean than you've been expecting. It's small, and barely fits the both of you together, with only black tile and dim lighting inside, a few paintings on the wall meant to spice things up. There’s only a single toilet in the corner, with a tiny sink against the back, a large mirror above it on an expensive-looking counter. It's not the fancy suite you spent last month together in, or the love hotel from last week, but it'll do. 

Chaewon pushes past towards the mirror in front of the porcelain sink, and you watch her intently searching through the contents in her bag until her fingers grab hold of something to bring it to your view.

"My ass? That's all you wanted?" Chaewon asks, catching your gaze in the reflection as she waves a familiar bottle of lube at you, unceremoniously placing the little bottle beside the faucet.

"Among other things, yeah.” 

Staring into the mirror, Chaewon is smart enough to know where things are heading, and wonders what she’s gotten herself into. The look on her face is a mix of irritation and pure lust when she turns around, eyes traveling south as she anticipates your next demand. "Get on your fucking knees, slut."

Here’s the first test—and Chaewon passes with flying colors. Moving away from the sink, she drops to her knees right in front, as if she's expected this outcome. And again, no protests, no attitude. 

"I knew you'd be a good girl and obey all week. Doesn't cute little Chaewonie love that?"

"Fuck you," she snaps back, with venom laced in her tone while her hands reach to unbutton your jeans, wasting no time to yank them to down your ankles. And there it is—that defiance, the same fiery expression you're so familiar with on her face that you've grown to know and love at the same time. You just watch, almost too amused, as she yanks those boxers down next, not even waiting a second to let your cock free.

That stare of hers lingers for an extra moment while her delicate hand takes hold, giving slow strokes up and down, grip tight, a thin coat of precum along every inch. "Can't believe I let you put this fucking cock in my asshole, almost every goddamn day of the week."

"Luckily for both of us, your tight asshole loves my cock."

Chaewon can't hide that blush on her cheeks—it's practically impossible to hide the cute little grin on her face as her hand continues stroking, steadily increasing her pace the harder your cock gets in her fingers. She just ignores you and spits on your shaft, pumping her fist all up and down with each stroke, grip as tight as possible. 

Another few moments and she's running her tongue along the length of your shaft—all slow and sensuous, a little breathy sigh before her pretty lips wrap around the swollen head of your cock, parting effortlessly as they welcome you into that sweet heavenly warmth. 

Her piercing eyes glance back up at you, guiding you deeper into her mouth as Chaewon takes as much of it as she can—down to the hilt in a swift, expert motion. 

"Shit, Chaewon—“

Hearing the way you moan her name, Chaewon can't contain her satisfaction as her head bobs up and down, lips moving slowly and carefully as they keep a tight seal, tongue flicking around the sensitive underside of your cock with each movement. You've become so used to this, the wet heat enveloping around you, soft lips providing so much pleasure, gliding all the way down, nose nestled against your abdomen for just a moment until it all repeats. 

You're lucky enough to experience this on the daily—because nobody gives a blowjob better than Kim Chaewon.

Oh, she's a fucking natural, taking every inch effortlessly down her throat without so much as gagging, tongue swirling and exploring as her hand fondles your aching balls, sucking and slurping lewdly as spit dribbles down from her pretty red lips.

"Your fucking mouth, god—I get this pretty fucking mouth all to myself all week." 

"Not like you'll be able to handle me for that long," she replies, with a lewd, exaggerated slurp around your cock as she pauses to catch her breath. 

"You talk so much for someone on their knees sucking my fucking cock, shit—that's so good."

And for once, she's not bothered by that remark. It just urges her to slurp harder, bobbing faster up and down with those hollowed cheeks, never letting your sensitive tip escape her warm depths. Her technique is completely unmatched. Each and every movement, she seems to know exactly what you want most. 

But you want something else, need something even more as you reach out, grabbing her head to shove her right back onto your shaft, to the very hilt—so fucking deep in the back of her throat.

Still, she hardly chokes, only briefly, a loud, lewd sound filling the room. Chaewon seems almost thrilled to be right back down that deep. 

"I like you much better when you're nice and quiet with my dick in your mouth."

The silence is fleeting—but the glare given as soon as those words leave your lips can speak volumes, knowing this peace is only temporary. Her warm mouth is all yours to enjoy, your hips thrusting without restraint, feeling those soft, full lips slide perfectly along your shaft as deep as they’ll go. You get a tight grip into her hair, indulging in her heavenly mouth, fingers all tangled up in her beautiful auburn locks. 

Nothing would ever make her admit it, but Chaewon absolutely loves this—so eager to please, clutching to your thighs as she takes you, struggling to control her breathing with your entire length sliding deeper and deeper while she lets you fuck her face. 

"God, your throat—your fucking throat is too good, baby, such a good fucking girl," you groan out. Her nails dig deeper into the back of your thighs, trying so hard not to choke whenever you decide to hold her down, forcing that mouth of hers to swallow the entire length of your shaft.

"I'm in the middle of a public bathroom sucking your dick," Chaewon murmurs, short of breath as she pulls away from your cock to respond, strands of drool dripping from her swollen lips. "So clearly—I'm not a very good girl."

"Shame. Then I guess you don't want this dick in your ass, brat."

Chaewon can't even retort, staring down at your glistening, spit-coated cock throbbing inches from her face. Her hand is on your shaft again without hesitation, pumping slowly while her lips trail kisses along the side, pressing lightly in an agonizing tease as her tongue licks your length.

"I didn't fucking say that, idiot," she replies, trailing your length further as those luscious red lips envelop your sensitive balls, slow and deliberate, slobbering on them while her delicate hands move back up towards your shaft. "I know you're dying to shove this inside me, god—you're throbbing so much. How long would you even last with me bent over this sink, with this big fucking thing plunging deep into my tight little asshole?”

"Guess we'll find out,” you respond, taking your cock away from her grasp and slapping her pretty face with it, making a mess as spit decorates her beautiful features. “Get up, face the fucking mirror."

"Be gentle,” Chaewon says, wiping saliva from her chin as she slowly rises to her feet, 

"That's a new one. Is that what you really want?"

"Fuck no. You better destroy my asshole,” she replies in the mirror with this sinful little expression, like she knows you’d never do anything else. So you bend her forward enough until her ass is high up in the air, her palms resting on the cold porcelain surface as you stand right behind with your cock resting against those tight fucking shorts. 

She feels so tiny beneath you, that petite frame and curvy ass waiting to be taken, all at your mercy to ruin. "How bad do you want my fucking cock? Beg for it."

“Beg? Fuck you, asshole. You’re nothing more than a convenient toy for me to sink down on that I use for my own enjoyment. Not the other way around—“

Even when she's bent over a bathroom sink about to be fucked senseless, Chaewon still can't shut up. “Is that so? I'm your toy?"

"Absolutely—and that fucking cock is the only reason why I bother keeping you around."

That’s amusing, to say the least. You don’t give it another thought as you get a quick grasp on those tight shorts and yank them down so fast her head spins. Underneath lies a skimpy little pair of panties that gets tugged down just as fast until they rest around her creamy thighs, leaving you to admire those full, pale ass cheeks.

You grope them and get a nice handful, so enticed by her shapely ass that without warning your palm raises high, a loud slap crashing against her bare flesh. Chaewon jolts against the sting, whimpering and biting her lip, aching for more.

"I want it so fucking hard. Hurry up.” Chaewon grinds her ass back, pushing right up against your erection, doing everything she can short of begging for your length.

“So you do wanna beg? Didn’t take much.” 

Chaewon squirms underneath as your palm slaps firmly again, gritting her teeth when it comes down with more force the next time. "Just get the fuck in me before I—“

Another smack cuts her off, the sharp noise echoing against the tiled walls as your palm squeezes roughly at her soft flesh. “So fucking needy.”

You’re both lucky the bass thumping in the distance can drown out the cries that spill out from Chaewon’s lips, as her exposed, reddened cheeks absorb every smack of your palm, the recoil so deliciously mesmerizing. 

Her creamy skin marks up so easily, bright red where you've smacked her delicious ass over and over. She's growing restless beneath your palm as you deliver more slaps, the noise louder and louder, with no warning for when and where. "Sh-shut the fuck up! I need it right now, god, just get that thick cock in me, please—“

So easy for her to surrender. 

Chaewon braces for another hit—but it never comes, replaced by a much different sensation as your slicked up finger traces against her tight asshole. So fucking tight, so greedy, eager to accept what's coming. 

"You're pretty demanding for someone who's going to be on their fucking knees for me all week."

She clenches around your wet fingertip when it plunges in, almost involuntarily. It’s insanely difficult just to ease the slightest bit inside her ass, fighting through that incredibly tight, hot grip.

"No more talking. Shove your dick in my asshole or I swear I’ll—“ 

"Patience, sweetie. My cock's going to live in your ass for the entire week—learn some fucking manners."

"No. Fuck you."

This girl is unapologetic, even at a time like this. She's borderline infuriating to be around at the best of times, so you’ll just have to do what you always do best—fuck the brat out of her. 

You pour a generous amount onto your cock, giving it a few full strokes before moving between those cheeks and plunging another finger back in. This time, it sinks in easier with little effort at all, knuckle-deep within that tight opening. Half prep, half teasing as Chaewon shudders, moaning so loudly while you spread that cold liquid, pumping two digits in and out. "Jesus, hurry the fuck up, asshole, I can't—"

"Can you stop being needy for like, five seconds? Relax. Be a good fucking girl."

"Try and call me that again and see what fucking happens—"

Her empty threats don't deter you from pushing the tip of your cock against that pretty, puckered hole, ceasing any further complaints as she lets out a needy, satisfied moan in response. One shallow thrust is all it takes to get right past that slippery tight entrance, stretching her right open to sink into those familiar depths.

"Ch-cheater," she mutters, while adjusting to the fullness, the overwhelming stretch of your cock as she grips the sink tighter. "You still fucking cheated. I can't believe you, fuck���oh my god."

You're barely in her ass and yet Chaewon is already stuttering, taking deep breaths as you watch your cock disappear between her pillowy cheeks. There's no other feeling quite like it—the heavenly vice grip on your length as her ass welcomes you right in and every single inch gets swallowed up.

"It's not my fault you choked at the last fucking minute." 

As you wait for whatever she’s going to spit back, you bottom out—those soft, round cheeks pressed against your body. A perfect fit, nice and snug inside that impossibly tight asshole that you savor before drawing the entire length out of Chaewon as she sucks you back in again.

"Why does your stupid cock always have to feel so fucking good?" she groans, already losing the fight with her pride, as your thrusts steadily increase in pace. Her perfect fucking asshole clenches hard, resisting every attempt to slip out, just devouring your cock without complaint. "Just like that—fuck, oh my god, harder, you cheating asshole."

And nothing could be easier to oblige. Every ounce of spite and aggression vanishes from her tone, replaced with pure bliss every time your shaft bottoms out. No part of you stays idle, one hand gripping those supple hips while those slaps on her backside echo, each sting so agonizingly satisfying as her tender, red cheeks ripple with every rough impact.

"You really love my dick in your ass, don't you? Look at you, trying so hard not to beg for this."

"Shut the fuck up," Chaewon growls, her mind preoccupied by bliss, overwhelmed by the pleasure, mouth wide open and moaning loudly without a care in the world as you just stare at her in the glass reflection. "Just fuck me harder, god—pound my fucking asshole and shut up."

The way she’s stretching so nicely around your cock, it's impossible not to do anything else. Nice and deep, sliding in and out of that perfect fucking asshole, groaning from how warm and tight it is as your thrusts start to get progressively out of control. 

Your hips crash against her body repeatedly, flesh on flesh echoing through the walls as your length pounds into her greedy little hole, fingers digging into her hips. Chaewon's sweet whimpers, little groans, and desperate pleas for you to give her even more grow louder, more frantic as your pace picks up, and she falls further and further apart.

"I fucking won and you're just a sore loser." 

Your palm is harsh against her soft ass, firm slaps that leave her delicate skin more tender and sensitive. In fact, the more red her pale cheeks get, the more aroused the sounds escaping her get. With her head thrown back, Chaewon watches you claim her in the reflection with heavy breaths as she stares back into the mirror, reveling in every inch pounding away deep inside her ass. 

"Please," Chaewon mumbles in such a pathetic tone, staring into your eyes in the reflection. Her fingers cling to the cold surface of the sink, desperately clutching for stability against your merciless thrusts. "I need—just use me and fucking wreck my asshole."

She can't hide the satisfaction on her face while you’re slamming right into her tightest hole, hard, deep, unforgiving. This is how you really like her, all pretty, fucked out beyond comprehension, practically incoherent and totally taken apart by your cock.

"Holy shit, shit—shit, don't stop. Give me more,” Chaewon whimpers, unable to tear herself away from the mirror and the depraved scene on the other side. Her tiny frame shakes, clinging so tightly to the sink for some sense of control as you drive your length deep, a loud slap on her reddened cheeks an exclamation point on every harsh thrust. 

There's really no way you could stop even if you tried. 

"Tell me how good it feels."

Your cock is deep in her tight asshole and she can't think of anything more substantial than fuck and please and more. Those sweet, desperate little noises she makes when your hips ram faster against her flesh fill the entire bathroom, spurring you on, reminding her this is exactly how this entire week is going to go. 

"So big—god, I feel so fucking full, that dick in my little asshole," Chaewon says with drool coating her chin, hair an utter mess. "Feels too fucking good, that nice thick cock shoved right up my ass, fuck—“ 

"Dumb slut loves having her tight asshole stretched, doesn't she?"

"Y-yes—fuck, god, keep going. Shit, it's so fucking good."

In the middle of another rough thrust, you lift her shirt up enough to pull her bra up, letting those tits spill free. You grope at them so roughly, cupping them, then playing with those sensitive nipples, anything to push her a little more over the edge. They bounce in sync with your thrusts, and she’s so goddamn tight you can hardly take it, buried in as deep as your shaft will go.

“Can’t believe how good your cock feels in my tight fucking asshole,“ she groans out all breathy and shaky, holding onto the sink tighter each time while you plunge your cock into her greedy ass, balls deep without interruption. 

The feeling is mutual—nothing comes close to how tight her heavenly little asshole chokes your cock, each thrust bringing you closer to release with every lingering moment.

It’s all so shameless. The way your hands roam across her devilish curves, how you tease those pert nipples before trailing down along the sides of her slutty little waist and getting a firm hold on to her hips for more leverage to pummel her tight ass even harder.

Through this onslaught of harsh thrusts, there’s no complaining, no bickering, just lust and a constant desire for more. All you can do is get your hands on her scrumptious ass, refusing to slow your hips down while you manhandle her sweaty, small body, fucking Chaewon as hard as you possibly can. 

A few more slaps on her tender ass, and you’re spiraling towards the edge, unable to keep this relentless pace up for much longer. You keep your hands full of those plump asscheeks—spreading them so you can thrust even deeper than you ever dreamed possible, the tightness in your balls building and building. 

"Chaewon, baby—gonna fucking explode, need to cum in you.” 

"Then hurry the fuck up and do it. Dump your load in my tight little fucking asshole, come on, fill me.” 

One look in the mirror and she looks so eager, so ready and willing for just that. It's everything you need to get your final moment of satisfaction. Burying your cock one last time, those sweet lips part in a silent, desperate gasp when you erupt, your hot seed shooting right inside her tight little asshole. You unload everything—thrusting frantically into her ass, squeezing those plump, firm cheeks as your thick cum spills and spills like never before.

There's barely a thought in your head as your hips start to slow down, cock pulsating, every last drop of your cum pumped into that perfect fucking ass. You’re spent, slumped over Chaewon’s exhausted smaller frame on the verge of collapsing, taking a few moments to just breathe—your head resting right into the crook of her neck, still buried inside her. 

Chaewon looks beyond satisfied, leaning further into the counter with her head hung low, strands of hair stuck to her sweaty face, breathing still deep and heavy. “Shit—oh my god. Are you done? Get out of me already, how much fucking cum do you have, jesus fucking—"

"I would, if you weren't still squeezing the life out of my fucking dick. That desperate to keep me inside you?”

There’s not another word from her as she scoffs in the mirror, and eventually unclenches her muscles to let you ease out of her tight ass, her gaping little hole already overflowing with your load. You can't help yourself, getting a full, unobstructed view of your handiwork from behind, hands cupping both of her supple asscheeks, spreading them apart to revel at the mess you've made inside her. 

“Fucking asshole," Chaewon mutters, while resting her back against your chest. Even now, she can't resist a snide remark, groaning softly as she begins to gather her senses. "I can't believe—the whole week, now? Really?"

"Don’t make bets with me you can’t afford to lose, sweetheart." 

Her breath stays heavy as she processes it all, and you lazily kiss at her shoulders, the slightest hint of salt on her bare sweaty skin. 

"Shut your fucking mouth.” She turns on her heels just to glare at you, shambling over with her panties still down her legs to grab some toilet paper to wipe the white leaking down her thighs. "Maybe I wanted you to ruin my asshole this—maybe I let you fucking win."

It takes everything in you not to laugh—that same old ego of hers, trying to spin this into something she can control, still so in disbelief after all this time. "Right. Of course."

Chaewon rolls her eyes as she continues cleaning herself up, shimmying her panties over her reddened cheeks and pulling her shorts up to cover herself up once more. "God, did you really have to slap my ass that hard? I'm going to be bruised for days."

"If I recall correctly, you're the one who started begging me to stop holding back."

"Yeah, because I knew you wouldn't—" Chaewon starts, as she shuffles a little closer, hovering on her tiptoes to press her lips firmly against yours in a deep, lingering kiss, cutting off any retort before it leaves your mouth. "Forget it, you ass. Now get out. Before someone sees us.”

There's little else for you to do when your pants zip back up, so she shoves you out and pushes open the door, gesturing impatiently for you to leave as you stagger out of the bathroom. Chaewon does what she can to look presentable, running her fingers through her hair, fixing her makeup, tucking loose strands behind her ears before she tries to stay hot on your heels when she steps out. 

“Come on,” you demand, and don’t even bother to look behind you, nor do you even care if anyone is around to notice how you both look as you make a beeline towards the exit. “Or I’m leaving you behind.” 

"Hey, wait up—I can barely fucking walk, asshole!" she calls out, chasing after you on her shaky, trembling legs while her heels clack against the flooring—pulling down her shirt in case anyone turns around, desperate to keep her decency even after all this. "God, fuck me first and then you expect me to run fucking after you—“ 

That only makes you quicken your pace, not the least bit guilty about the state you’ve left this bratty girl in. “If your sore little ass can't keep up, that’s not my fault.” 

Chaewon lets out a heavy sigh and narrows the distance, grumbling under her breath but otherwise following you into a taxi, swearing as her sore backside sits in the cab. You steal a few glances during the ride home, which ends in silence—completely exhausted, having just burned the rest of your energy railing her in the bathroom.

When you finally get out of the cab, Chaewon is far behind, walking gingerly up the stairs and holding the rail as she approaches the front door of the building. You just stare at her down, debating whether or not to unlock the door—waiting for another chance to get under her skin. 

"Are you gonna fucking open the door or just stand out here all night?" Chaewon asks impatiently, glancing at the lock like she can open it with her deadly gaze alone. "Because I need a goddamn shower."

She's really making it too easy for you. So difficult to resist the urge to push every button and test every single last ounce of patience this girl possesses. "What's the magic word?"

"Fuck you."

"That's two words."

"Let me in already before I break this door down, you fucking asshole!" 

Ah, there it is—her breaking point. That famous short-fused temper so dependable to show itself at just the right moment. 

"Remind me again, Chae—what was the bet about exactly?" The question hangs in the air, and Chaewon seems about ready to kick a hole in your front door. Seeing her frustration escalate only puts a smile on your face, unable to resist her little tantrums, now more fun to push than ever. 

"Can't seem to remember. I think we should call the whole thing off," Chaewon mutters through gritted teeth, avoiding eye contact altogether. 

"No, a bet is a bet, sweetie. Whatever my little heart desires for the entire week? Think that's what you said, if I remember correctly." You pause a moment, staring her down—those flushed, rosy cheeks and narrowed eyes in your view as she fidgets in place when you lean in closer, standing directly in front of the doorway to taunt her. "Which means—if I wanted you to strip all your clothes off and do a lap around the block, then that's exactly what you'd have to do."

"Y-you wouldn't dare—I can barely even feel my legs as is," Chaewon attempts to argue, nearly falling over trying to take a few steps closer.

"Does that sound like my problem?" There's a long, torturous moment of silence, Chaewon seemingly lost for a snappy comeback or a witty retort—unable to string together a decent response for once. You see that her expression softens, eyes darting to the sidewalk outside, as the thought of taking a walk of shame runs through her mind.

"You're bluffing.” 

"Am I, though? Like you said—anything I want, you do.” 

The fact that you’re using everything against her, turning that confidence into vulnerability, brings nothing but pure, elated bliss. There's no denying her frustration, the irritation etched on her features while she looks ready to unleash every curse word imaginable under the sun.

Chaewon’s hubris is all her undoing, and she knows there's no way out of this, not when you've backed her up in a corner. It takes a good minute to gather her thoughts and actually put together an answer, but the more she ruminates, the easier it is to know exactly where her mind is going. 

“Come on, sweetheart. I’m waiting.” 

In the end, she lets out a defeated sigh—and unfastens the belt around her waist. Right in front of the door. Outside, in public. It’s late enough in the evening that the block is fairly dead, but she seems to realize there’s no getting out of this. 

"I can’t fucking believe you—f-fine, whatever, let's get this over with," Chaewon murmurs out, looking quite sheepish as she tugs her shorts down her bare legs and struggles to balance in the dim light, stepping out one foot at a time. Without even thinking, her black top comes next, lifting it up over her head as she gives a quick look around the street before throwing it down on the ground. 

And that's when Chaewon just stands there, sulking under her breath, completely exposed in the cool, breezy night in only her underwear, barefoot on the cold pavement. There's little you can do besides enjoy the view, that amazing body in nothing but a saucy pair of lingerie that you’ve gotten a closer look at, shamelessly baring it all. 

Her face is flushed, eyes glued to the concrete, taking a deep breath before undoing the clasp on her bra—but that's as far as she gets before you reach a hand out to interrupt her impromptu strip show.

"Jesus, Chae—I wasn’t being serious," you blurt out, laughing uncontrollably and watch her pretty eyes go wide as the realization sinks in. "You were really about to run naked through this entire neighborhood?"

She shoots you that familiar icy glare and crosses her arms over her chest, doing little to hide the hint of her nipples poking against the fabric of her bra. "Oh my god—you absolute fucking jackass!" Chaewon balls her fists, finally working off that last little bit of restraint keeping her temper in check, immediately scrambling to scoop up her discarded clothing before anyone catches sight of her. 

"Red looks good on you, by the way."

You're expecting one of those balled up fists to land squarely on your jaw any second—but they don't, and Chaewon simply strides by through the door you’ve finally unlocked, intentionally shoving a shoulder into yours. She storms inside, tossing her shoes and clothes on the ground, seething the entire way up the stairs. That's the last you see of her that night, hearing the shower turn on immediately when she finally slips into the bathroom.

✦ ✦

It's the next day when the fun really starts. 

Chaewon is barely even dressed when the morning hits, wandering through the apartment in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covers what little modesty her thong leaves her, digging through the cabinets to find something for breakfast. She's slept off most of the anger that lingers from last night, even so much as offering a smile when you saunter into the kitchen and pop a bagel into the toaster.

"Good morning," you say, taking a seat across from her at the kitchen table, watching her shovel down a bowl of cereal like she hasn't eaten all week. 

"Morning.” Chaewon barely looks up from a mouthful of crunch, focused entirely on the food. "What am I in store for today?"

"Dunno. Haven't thought about it too much."

It's the truth, mostly, though Chaewon has no reason to believe otherwise, knowing her day will probably be spent anxiously awaiting her next demand. "Don't keep me guessing here. What's next, blowing you in the corner of the library? Showing off my tits off to everyone on the bus? Or maybe—what, you want me to wear a plug in my ass all day?"

"Now you're just giving me ideas, Chae. But if you have a plug, maybe we can start there—"

Chaewon kicks you under the table, finishing up her cereal and drinking the last remnants of the milk. "Absolutely not. My ass is still sore from you wrecking it last night."

"I'll be nice and gentle next time." Like that's a promise you can make, unable to stop thinking about the way her body looked bent over the sink, manhandling her curvy frame and just pounding away without a care in the world. It's all so deliciously vivid—those plump juicy cheeks getting redder and redder after each impact, swallowing up your entire length. And those delicious moans, the memory alone makes your cock throb in your pants.

"I don't think gentle is in your vocabulary."

You laugh quietly to yourself, biting down on the last half of your bagel, contemplating her words. "How can I ever be gentle when you're always begging to be fucking ruined?"

"Oh, shut up—I don't fucking beg." Chaewon drops her empty bowl in the sink before hopping up on the edge of the kitchen table, sitting right in your line of sight with a view of her thighs spread wide. You have trouble focusing on anything else but that body, unable to deny how captivating it is to see so much exposed skin, all these sinful curves inviting your gaze in when that flimsy material barely covers up anything between her legs. 

"Did you forget last night? When you were so desperate and needy—begging me to fucking fill your ass?"

With that, you finish up the last bite, pushing your seat out and stretching for a moment. Chaewon takes notice and slides into your lap, thwarting any plans you have next—straddling you, knees firmly placed on either side with hands around your neck as she draws closer. “What did I just fucking say? I don’t beg. You must be misremembering things.” 

Nothing else gets said for a moment as Chaewon holds that heated stare. The fact you're able to maintain it, even for this long without breaking, is an achievement in itself—such a fiery look in those eyes when she leans forward to press a hot, heavy kiss against your lips. 

"Why would I beg when you give me what I already want, all the fucking time?" Chaewon peppers quick, teasing kisses all across your neck as she speaks and presses her palm flat against your crotch, gently massaging through the thin fabric of your shorts. 

"Yeah? And what's that exactly?"

Chaewon gets right against your ear, pressing those perfect breasts firmly into your chest and nuzzles your neck, placing the slightest kiss to your jaw. "Pounding my little cunt until I cum on your thick fucking cock. Until my thighs are shaking—until your fucking balls are empty."

Shifting her weight, she lingers on your lap, dragging those long fingers through your hair and deliberately grinding her clothed core against the obvious tent forming in your pants. Already, you can feel the fabric darken and soak through—making a bit of a mess that you’re happy to contribute to. 

"And what if I said no? Told you to stay still—be a good girl and wait. Patience and all."

"Then I'll tell you that'll never fucking happen. I'm not a good girl and never will be. Not when I can take your cock down my throat—or ride this fucking thing until you unload in my tight fucking pussy. Good girls don't take cock the way I do."

She makes her point very clear with a hot breathy whisper into your ear, making her desires well known. The look in her eyes, that piercing stare, ready to be defiled and filled—everything about Chaewon is downright sinful.

"So, come up with any grand plans yet in that dumb head of yours or..." Chaewon tilts her head to the side as she unbuttons her shirt little by little, revealing more of her delicious tits with every button loosened.

You just stare at that exposed cleavage with little shame. "Got a few ideas stewing. And here I thought you hated me winning your silly little bet.” 

"Like I said, I let you win. I got tired of beating you too easily and decided to spice things up. So now you get to use me however you fucking please, and that's much more exciting than winning another dumb game of pool."

You don't believe her for a second, but you won’t argue about it—especially not when she's so readily giving herself away. This version of Chaewon is the best version of herself, no complaints, no defiance, just a little vixen waiting patiently to see what twisted desires come next.

"Well, what type of punishment are you going to give me today?" Chaewon gives this mocking grin as the last buttons of her shirt come undone, opening up to give the full reveal of her perky, luscious tits—round and heavy in her bra, straining the cups of the sheer material. "Go on, tell me, master." 

”You are not calling me that. For an entire week. Not a fucking chance."

"You prefer daddy, then? Sir, perhaps—"

"None of those, you fucking weirdo, god, what is wrong with you?" 

"Hmph, you're no fun. What good is bossing me around if I can't call you something special, at least once? Or maybe—" 

You don't let her have another word, lifting her up off the chair in one swift motion, holding those thick creamy thighs steady while she wraps her arms around your neck for stability.

"Shut that goddamn mouth of yours before I find a better use for it."

You cross the length of the apartment in seconds with Chaewon's small frame in your arms, heading towards the bedroom. With every step, her tits bounce through her open shirt, making you eager to rip that bra right off. There’s no time for patience—you toss her onto the bed with minimal effort, her body sinking into the soft mattress with a little bounce. 

The way she moves makes the springs creak as she fully tosses her shirt off her shoulders, exposing the black lace number underneath, her breasts nearly spilling out. Again, you just stare—that gorgeous pair bouncing when her back falls flat, her hands roaming across her own bare skin.

"What's master going to do to me?" Chaewon asks, unable to resist teasing and taunting, giggling quietly to herself. She’s so proud of herself for turning the tables back in her favor, every bit eager to toy and rile you up as much as possible.

"I swear to god, Chae—" 

You're quick to discard your own clothes, leaving only your boxers as you step closer to the foot of the bed, enjoying the view of Chaewon's gorgeous body stretched out on full display. Those full breasts, ample hips, delicious creamy thighs—there's so much of her to take in, even the delicate features of her face, pouty lips that belong around your cock.

Chaewon bites her lip—eager to show off, squirming when those slender fingers roam across her toned stomach, before she brings one hand to fondle one of her tits while the other travels between her thighs, teasing herself with the slowest movements. "Does my body make your dick nice and hard?"

Her underwear is almost completely soaked when the two digits she has between her legs press deeper, rubbing in a slow, tantalizing manner that drives you crazy with anticipation. "What do you fucking think, brat? Do you even understand what your tight fucking body does to me?"

It’s a confession that materializes so easily, because you're fucking throbbing at this sinful little display she's giving, aching to be buried deep in any part of Chaewon's delectable body. With her gaining the advantage, she opens her legs wider, spreading them until you can see just how damp that useless little thong is—her touch getting bolder, bra clasp already popped and hanging by her shoulders. All that’s left is for those fingers to slip under the damp fabric that sits between her thighs, moving inside her sensitive slit, whimpering gently at her own touch. 

"Then hurry up and put your dick where it belongs."

There's a dangerous level of temptation from those words alone, enough to forget about anything else when Chaewon scoots towards the end of the bed, settling into position on her stomach and reaching out to slide your boxers down enough to let your stiff length free. 

Her wet little tongue darts across your slit, followed by an eager hand pumping around your shaft, stroking up and down as if it belongs to her (and it might as well). She falls into place with ease, focusing all her attention on pleasuring your aching, needy cock, her head bobbing up and down for a few moments—just enough to get it nice and slippery wet, dragging the warm slick of her saliva from tip to base. But that's all she gets to have, for now. "No, not like this. Face up. So I can use that pretty fucking mouth of yours."

It's an order that leaves little room for question—and she's quick to roll over on her back, pausing only long enough to discard the bra off her body. She tosses the offending garment across the bedroom to expose those beautiful tits as her head hangs slightly off the edge, right at the perfect level for your cock. You watch her hand resume those gentle pumps, taking pleasure in how much control you have over her at this very moment. "Use me, use me like the little slut I am. Use your pretty toy for whatever you fucking need."

Her eagerness to please is so damn arousing—it makes you pause as you look at that gorgeous face upside-down, stepping in a bit closer, aligning your stiff cock with those perfectly glossed lips and can't help but rub your tip all over them. 

"Don't fucking tease—let me taste this fucking cock."

You’re quick to indulge her as your cock sinks deep into the back of her throat, your entire length pushing in at once, balls nudged up against the bridge of her nose. You just rest there for a moment, savoring the heat and wetness surrounding your shaft, right down to the base. “My god, Chae—” 

Chaewon is completely ready and willing, hands grasping at her tits, pinching those pretty pink nipples between her fingers. As you draw your shaft backwards, a trail of drool and spit follow your length, as this needy girl runs her tongue across every wet inch. "C-come on, I can fucking handle it. Don't you dare go easy on me."

Oh, you would never. The second she takes a moment to breathe, you're slamming right back in, watching those pretty lips engulf every inch you give. She hardly chokes at all, throat accommodating your length without issue. 

It doesn't take long to find yourself completely engrossed with the way her sultry eyes look up, those pouty lips accepting each and every inch. You can't help but moan whenever you bottom out, keeping a hand resting at her slender neck, so you can feel it bulge just the slightest with each movement.

"Goddamn, baby, I’m all the way in your fucking throat. You love that don’t you?" you ask, knowing damn well she can’t answer as you pump into her, the image of your shaft plunging repeatedly between her plush, thick lips too unforgettable. Chaewon can do little but sneak a hand down into her ruined panties, playing with her pussy once more while you use her hot, eager mouth—not holding anything back. 

There’s nothing better than using this brat in every way you want, fucking her mouth with such little care—this is heaven. It’s impossible not to bury your cock so deep into that tight throat again and again. She only makes it better when her warm tongue drags against every inch, and her tits look positively mouth-watering from this angle that there’s no way you can leave them alone for a moment longer.

All you have to do is lean forward and grope both of her delicious breasts, kneading the supple flesh between your fingers. You handle them with no sense of mercy, using them as leverage for every thrust, to slam even deeper down her throat with your shaft filling her up completely. 

If only Chaewon could speak right now—

Instead, her eyes gaze upward, pleading as drool continues to spill from her mouth. And it's such a lovely mess, tears forming as you get rougher with every deep stroke. There's no better sight, your hands full of those delicious tits that you massage and fondle, jiggling the faster your hips move against her face. While you’ve got them underneath your fingertips, your palms smack against the sensitive flesh, right across her stiff nipples repeatedly, just enough to enjoy the sound it makes. Not quite as satisfying as the way they feel. 

"These pretty fucking tits, baby—I could play with them all fucking day,” you say, pinching each of her swollen nipples before returning another harsh slap that ripples the pale flesh so deliciously. And while she can’t respond, you feel it around your cock, these constant vibrating moans whenever your hand smacks one of those perfect tits, causing a slight red mark against the skin. 

You hold a steady pace, and keep these unrelenting thrusts going, taking one look down at those ruined panties. They cling to her sticky thighs, giving such a sinful view of her fingers jammed inside her needy cunt. "Don't even need to win a bet for this. You're just a greedy fucking slut who loves getting used all the fucking time, aren’t you?"

"God yes—" is the only thing that comes out when you finally pull your dick away, a messy string of spit hanging right after. Her lips immediately latch onto your balls, licking and sucking each one with such fervor, that ravenous mouth not ready for your cock to leave quite yet.

One glance is all it takes, as Chaewon pants heavily and works at your sack with her wet tongue, but your cock is meant for far better use. So much to her dismay, you move out of reach, earning a needy little whine when you take a few steps back away from the bed and beckon her over. 

She obeys, so eager and desperate to know what you plan next as she hurriedly slides those wet, useless panties the rest of the way off. That leaves her completely bare, tits out, juices leaking down her thighs, and you don’t even get enough strokes in as she slowly crawls on the floor, finding her position in front of you.

You're far enough from the bed now to do whatever you'd like, with Chaewon inches away from you, naked, on her knees, makeup slightly smeared from the tears spilling down her cheeks. The options are endless—and yet you can’t help staring, unable to stop looking at her gorgeous face, and this tight body, everything perfectly sculpted and flawless.

"Stand up, slut." 

It's a simple command she's quick to follow, unfolding her legs and standing straight up as her bare feet land against the ground. You tower over her small frame, with only one thing in mind—and it's like she can read your thoughts, so excited for what's about to happen when her perfectly manicured toes come off the carpet. And just like that, you've got her hoisted in the air, held up with your hands securely on her ass as you drop her right back down on your hard shaft.

"Holy fucking shit—your cock,“ Chaewon groans out, and instinctively wraps her legs around you, lips parted, so lost in bliss when you’ve got her impaled on your length, impossibly deep with every last inch buried in her wet little cunt. You get a good grip on her body, squeezing those pale, plump cheeks enough while she locks her arms around your neck, her weight perfectly suspended in the air. “Pound me—pound me like the greedy little slut I fucking am."

She lets out such a desperate moan when you give that first thrust, the one that’s always the most powerful, stretching her in the most delicious ways. There’s nothing to support her but your own strength, and she’s practically helpless in your arms as you bounce her on your cock, so slick and tight and hot all around you. 

It’s every bit overwhelming, in all the right ways. 

"Such a tight little fucking cunt,” you say, before slamming into her heat so mercilessly, spreading her cheeks wide to make her sink down on your cock without pause. You know she can handle more, and that’s exactly what you’ll give before she starts to beg for it, impaling her to the hilt as you slide so effortlessly inside. 

Chaewon is needy, wet, whimpering against your ear with her body pressed against you, tits pressed into your chest. It’s like she weighs nothing as you pound into her, these desperate cries for more that fill the room with a sinful symphony of flesh slapping together. 

“F-fuck, just like that! Use me, just fucking use my pussy!” She's completely at your mercy as she takes everything you give, her tight hole welcoming your harsh thrusts, moaning so shamelessly while she holds on for dear life and buries her head in the crook of your neck. 

"That's the fucking plan, baby.” 

Her body is so easy to handle, so easy to keep your cock sheathed that you could carry her around anywhere until your arms give out. Not an ounce of mercy for your aching cock buried to the hilt, pounding her on your length just like she craves. 

"Shit, shit—g-gonna cum," she whimpers out, barely able to give warning before her cunt clamps down on you almost painfully so as her moans spill into your ears. "Gonna fucking cum on your dumb big fucking cock—"

Everything becomes so, so tight, as Chaewon soaks your length, falling apart so quickly with your cock pounding her senseless. Those creamy thighs wrapped around you shake and tremble, toes curling, the suffocating heat of her drenched pussy so overwhelming it spurs you to fuck her straight through this intense climax. 

"I've barely started fucking you and you're already creaming on my cock? Needy fucking slut." 

"Sh-shut up, asshole," Chaewon says, a quick return to her old self even before the bliss subsides. "Not my fault your dumb fucking cock can get me off so easily. I'll cum all I fucking want—" 

That attitude doesn't last long before you double down on your efforts, a blur of heavy thrusts into her slick depths with ruthless abandon, intent on making her a writhing, quivering mess. Chaewon can hardly complain when she’s this insatiable,having fallen right into her next climax with almost zero effort on your part—everything just too hot and slick as you pound her greedy pussy relentlessly.

"Your fucking cock, oh my god—" Her voice shakes, words interrupted with another string of moans, her warm, messy cunt drenching every last inch of your shaft. She just takes it all and clings desperately to your body, bracing for another explosive orgasm while you keep her mid-air, your unrelenting hips driving her to an all new level of pleasure and sensitivity. “G-gonna cum, fuck—oh my fucking god, gonna cum again on your stupid big dick—"

When Chaewon falls over the edge again, she’s an absolute wreck—breath shaky, body shuddering, little gasps each time you give an especially deep thrust. She’s downright delirious with parted lips and heavy eyelids, helpless to defy the pleasure that keeps running through her body. “How many times is that, baby? Four, five? Getting real greedy, aren’t we?” 

"N-not greedy—it's not my fucking fault your cock feels so fucking good. Need you to cum too—in me, fill my fucking pussy. I’ve earned it."

That's all she can think about right now, sounding more and more pathetic with each slurred word. As if that's not already on your agenda. You keep her steady as you thrust a little more gently now, giving some recovery time as you carry her over towards the bed. Chaewon pants heavily when she’s lowered flat onto the mattress—still on her back and legs spread open, looking as beautiful as ever. 

She takes this moment to catch her breath—just long enough for you to toss her closer to the center of the bed, folding her in half, legs up towards her shoulders as you get positioned. “Use me to cum—ruin me. Shoot your hot load in me, make a fucking mess inside, please—” 

And how could you possibly resist that? The respite doesn't last long with her knees bent, feet dangling high in the air. One thrust, and she's nearly screaming as you plunge right into that hot, welcoming cunt, your cock engulfed in all this perfect wetness. 

"So deep—so fucking deep, holy shit," she gasps, and you quickly fall into a ruthless pace, knees sinking into the soft mattress when you pound her heavenly cunt with everything you have, now focusing on your own release. 

“Love your fucking cunt, baby—You want my cum? Want my balls fucking emptied inside you?” 

She’s frantically nodding, and each thrust comes harder than the last, slamming every soaked inch as deep as her cunt will take it. You can barely slow down, when Chaewon is so slippery wet and suffocatingly tight, taking every punishing thrust and welcoming the next. "That's what my tight fucking cunt is for, isn’t it? Taking your thick cock and never letting go until your cum is filling me, that hot fucking load so deep.“ 

That’s the dam that breaks when your carnal desires get unleashed and she watches you hammer her cunt, so deliciously stuffed as she whines with satisfaction with this hot squelch flooding the room. The bed shakes beneath her helpless little frame, balls slapping hard against her asshole each time you bury yourself deep as you can go, getting utterly relentless with your hips and hoping the mattress holds. 

“Oh my fucking god, cum inside, fucking cum in me, I need it." 

Chaewon is long past desperate as the ecstasy builds up higher and higher, and you're on the verge of emptying deep inside any moment, adjusting your angle while her slick cunt aches for your release. She’s shaking with anticipation, every stroke a promise of your seed, pumping right inside where it belongs. 

"Now, now, cum in me now—" Even all folded up, Chaewon tries to keep some semblance of control, with the springs protesting beneath her sweaty body. You can’t fight this urge, your body far past your limits when the pressure keeps building, until a loud guttural groan is the only warning she gets before one last deep, relentless thrust—

One last look at her face all contorted in pleasure, and you're emptying your load deep, pumping her pussy full with hot spurts that fire one after another, making her insides all white and sticky. But it's not enough to just fill her. You have this overwhelming ache to fuck your cum deep into her, ensuring she gets every last drop while your climax lingers, your shaft violently pulsing inside those wet, messy folds.

Even when the sensitivity becomes too much—you ignore it, because Chaewon feels too warm and wet, too perfect to leave such a heavenly grip, these slick walls that cling to your length and refuse to let anything escape her messy depths.

Chaewon looks more than satisfied as your hips start to falter, pumping through all the exhaustion until you can’t. 

"You came so much, fuck," she lets out with a weak voice, and you can hardly argue with her there, easing out of her little by little until this thick mess leaks out, slowly dripping out onto the sheets once every inch slides out. "It's all in me now, all your hot fucking cum in my little pussy like I deserve.” 

That cocky little smirk is back as you settle back and enjoy the bliss, left with a perfect view of the full mess inside Chaewon when her own hand wanders to those soaked folds, playing with this sticky warmth while she pushes whatever escapes back into her hot, messy cunt. 

"You really are a little cumslut." She offers nothing but a smile, tired gasps and heavy pants, two fingers sliding so deep in her warm cunt like she’s proud to show off how much she can make you explode. The sheets underneath remain an almost a bigger mess than her, stained by an ocean of fluids, but neither of you show any genuine concern, lingering in that euphoric sensation and content to never move. 

"S-so fucking what? Don't pretend that you don't love filling my pussy."

Before you can even take another breath, Chaewon pulls you right on top of her—your body crashing into hers as your lips meet. There's nothing left to argue about when the two of you lock in a lazy make-out session, tongues exploring mouths, not a care in the world about the mess pooling and staining everything below. 

When Chaewon breaks away, you're left mesmerized by those pretty eyes, so round and full of satisfaction. "So, I guess… the bet is over now, right?"

Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous that Chaewon thinks she's getting out of this so easily. "Please, you think this is over? We’re just getting started, sweetie. I haven't even begun to run out of different ways to ruin you."

Chaewon just rolls her eyes, shifting her weight a bit more comfortably into the mattress to steal another kiss. "God, like we need a stupid bet for that."

She's not wrong, but that doesn't mean you're dropping your claim to the rewards anytime soon. Five whole days with Kim Chaewon, with the freedom to do absolutely anything you'd like to her. Not a chance you'd give that up. "What's the matter? Not confident anymore, Miss-I-can-take-anything?"

"Shut up," she whines, burying her face against your chest in feigned irritation. "I'm totally fine. I just need to make sure your balls hold up. Five more days of you fucking me all day... hope you've got a good supply. Maybe we should take a couple of days off to let you recover."

"It's okay to admit you can't handle me for that long. Maybe it's your tight fucking cunt that needs the recovery time. Poor little Chaewon, I've just been using your pussy too much—"

"Asshole!" Chaewon gives a light slap against your arm that barely registers, considering her frame compared to yours. "Now get off me and help me to the fucking shower. I need your filth out of me."

"Not unless I'm joining you.” 

Another eye roll from Chaewon as she bites down a smile, attempting to sit up as best as she can with you still hovering over her—without much luck. "God, no, I swear I need an actual shower. You're just going to pound me against the glass until I can't even remember my own fucking name, and then we're never going to get clean." 

"I don't see the problem here."

"Oh my god," Chaewon sighs, attempting and failing to squirm her body out from under yours. "Fine. You can join, but keep your dick out of me." 

“No promises. Where's the fun in that?"

"Ugh, you greedy little bastard. Is your cock ever satisfied for even a moment?"

"No."

Chaewon lets out this exasperated groan as you help her off the mattress and onto her wobbly legs—grasping her hips, helping guide her over towards the shower across the room. She looks less than amused. "You're such an ass, there's no way you have anything else left. My pussy can't take it—god, you're gonna destroy me."

"Again, don't see the problem here."

You've never seen her more annoyed. It's the closest she's looked to admitting defeat. "Of course you fucking don't—look, I'll let you fuck my soapy tits in the shower, alright? But your dick is not touching anything else until we get clean."

"That's really not part of the bet though—" 

"It's either that or you jerk off in there alone, asshole!"

There really is no arguing with that tone of hers—and there's no way you'll even pass on the opportunity to shove your cock between her delicious tits, all soapy and slippery wet.

"Fine, fine—I'll behave." 

"God, good," Chaewon sighs again as the two of you stumble into the shower. She gets her moment of solace under the hot running water, taking a minute to rinse away all the mess of sweat and bodily fluids collected over the past while. Once you're both clean, you make good on your promise—so does she in return, pouring a generous amount of body wash over her chest, the suds lathering up her tits to create this perfect friction to slide through and let you do your thing.

And god, it's wonderful, every bit as euphoric and satisfying as when her lips wrap around your cock. Chaewon hardly has to do anything in particular, just keep a firm grasp on either side of her soapy, soft breasts in place for you to fuck into at whatever pace you'd like. It's not a long process—she barely has to squeeze her chest around your shaft, that wonderful slick friction enough to make you unload in no time, shooting a generous load all across her cleavage.

The perfect cherry on top of an already satisfying morning. A morning that feels like a blur, because it feels like you’ve been going at it for weeks. 

Once you turn off the water, dry off and find fresh clothes, you make your way back to the couch, exhausted and drained, with Chaewon draped over your body. It's oddly cozy, lying here together, not talking, not bickering, just enjoying each other's company with your limbs entangled.

It's probably the closest to romantic you two have ever gotten. Maybe you've finally fucked all the fight right out of her.

"Can't believe you actually kept your hands off me this time," Chaewon says and shifts over, resting her head on your chest, eyes looking straight up at you. "Normally, you can’t control your dumb fucking cock around me for thirty seconds."

You simply glare at her—not much energy left to deny that claim.

"You sound so disappointed."

Chaewon simply laughs, snuggled up in her position across your chest. "Don't flatter yourself. Just surprised is all."

She's right about that—it really is an impressive show of self restraint from you, holding yourself back from railing her against the shower glass and shooting another load inside her. Then again, you've got the rest of the week to indulge in all your fantasies and desires. No point exhausting yourself out so quickly. "Oh, don't you worry. I've got plenty of things planned for later. All week."

"Oh good. I can't wait," Chaewon sighs and eases back into your body, getting all kinds of comfortable. "Maybe if I'm lucky, you can bring a friend along next time and you can double team me."

Of all things she could say to surprise you, somehow that one manages to. "Like I'd ever share you with anyone—"

"Trying to keep me all to yourself? How romantic. Or jealous that someone might get me off better than you, then?"

"As if that'd ever fucking happen."

"Well, then I guess we're just stuck with each other forever then," Chaewon says with a tired smile, fingers casually stroking through your hair. "Stuck with my tight fucking ass, stuck with these perfect tits, stuck with my pretty little mouth that loves swallowing your cum. Poor you."

"I'll have to endure somehow."

Chaewon smacks lightly at your shoulder in jest. "God, what a fucking sacrifice."

With that, it prompts the smaller girl to push herself up off the sofa, shaking her head as she heads back towards the bedroom.

"Don't forget, we still need to change the sheets, you ass. No falling asleep yet."

"Fine," you grumble, following her swaying hips into the room. "It's not my fault you cum so much."

"Me? Have you seen how much fucking seed comes out of your dick? You’re like a fucking faucet, I swear,” Chaewon says, pointing a finger accusatively at you. “I'm not shampooing it out of my hair again, just because you can't learn the concept of proper aim.“ 

"Don't be so dramatic, brat. You're acting like you don't absolutely love being covered in it."

"Whatever. Your balls have like an infinite amount of cum, god—“

“That’s definitely your fault. Look at that fucking body of yours, how can I not resist blowing a load whenever I’m around you?” 

"Jesus, you're fucking insatiable. It’s called having self-restraint."

"Maybe, but that ass—"

Chaewon just groans, having far too much of this absurd conversation for her liking. “Look, if you prefer, next time I can just gush all over your couch and save you the trouble, then."

"Wouldn't be the first time you've ruined my furniture with your messy fucking orgasms anyway—"

"Stop blaming me! Oh my god, shut the fuck up, like you didn't ruin my favorite bra because you can't fucking help yourself from jizzing all over me!" Chaewon plants her hands on her curvy hips and glares as hard as she possibly can. And you have to admit, anger is a good look on her. 

But those messy sheets can wait. 

Because why would you bother with that when there's a dozen different places you can fuck her before the day is over? Why spend your time doing anything else but pinning Chaewon's lithe little body against the bedroom wall, and shoving your cock right back in her ass with a hand wrapped tight around her throat?

After this week is done, you're probably going to need a whole new bed.

So the sheets can fucking wait.

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one shots ୨୧ (1k+)

boyfriend material. (6.2k) by @mochidoie

ꕤ fluff, fake dating cliche, strangers to lovers, slight angst 𖦹 Although you and Jaehyun had never spoken a word to each other before this class project, he asks you to be in a fake relationship in order to prove to his longtime crush that he is boyfriend material.

I Can See You (16k) by @saythenametotheworld 🍓🫐

ꕤ workplace romance ; oneshot & inspired by I Can See You by Taylor Swift 𖦹 After a wild, unforgettable hookup with Jung Jaehyun, you were convinced you'd never see him again. Apparently, you were wrong because why is he strutting into your office as your newest coworker?

roses (14k) by @fullsunalicia 🫐

ꕤ jeong jaehyun x ex-girlfriend! reader 𖦹 “it’s killing me to know there’s someone else out there buying you / roses, roses” OR where jung jaehyun is pathetic enough to be yearning after his beautiful ex-girlfriend, whom he reconnects with after awkwardly crashing her date with a new potential lover.

by @jaevie 🍓 :

1. The Peace in Her Arms (30.1k) 🫐

ꕤ god!Jaehyun (koschei!Jaehyun) x priestess!reader 𖦹 After winning the war against Death, Jaehyun, the Lord of Life, finds himself a lovely wife to enjoy peace, but is soon met with a violent rematch that forces him to send his wife away. Two years later, after carrying his victory with him on the way back home, he finds out that the mournings and havocs of conflict don’t even compare to the pain of his wife not taking him back.

2. The Lies of Apollo (8k) 🫐

ꕤ spy!jaehyun x spy!reader & Romance, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, smut 𖦹 As powerful corporations seek to sun privatization, two spies find themselves falling in love and discovering the wonders of physical affection.

TRY AGAIN (32.4k) by @kaleidohscopic 🫐

ꕤ exes to lovers! au, slight coworkers! au, romance, angst, slow burn, humour, some pining, a touch of smut 𖦹 if you could have it your way, you'd never have to see, hear, or even think about jeong jaehyun ever again. a fortuitous blind date, and that same dimpled smile after all those years, is somehow enough to make you reconsider. maybe he was always meant to be by your side.

by @/loseyoutoloveme on ao3 🍓

1. kiss me. kiss me? (28.1k) by @/loseyoutoloveme on ao3 🫐

ꕤ college/uni!au, school reunion, love at first sight, mutual pining 𖦹 Why does everyone know who he is, including your social recluse roommates? The seven of them don’t stop giving you sly little looks until they're all out the door of your house, and you’re sure they’re going to be discussing you and Jaehyun Jeong for the rest of the night. And why do they say his first and last name together in full, like it’s a thing. Like Kim Kardashian, or Michael Jordan, or Morgan Freeman or… you don’t know. Jaehyun Jeong. Jaehyun Jeong. Jaehyun Jeong. Literally five minutes ago he was just Hot Guy With the Hoodie, your anonymous yet hot campus crush, and now he's somebody.

2. i don’t know anything about you, but yes. (33.9k) 🫐

ꕤ friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, past relationship(s) & angst w/ happy ending 𖦹 You just got done telling your mother you no longer want to be single and her first concern is informing the strange housekeeper she foisted on you with no explanation? Who you already barely talk to? Who couldn’t care less what you do with your free time? Who doesn't know anything about you? You hope she doesn't think you have a crush on that man like the mega-crush you had on your old housekeeper's son. He knew every detail about your life, he deserved to be crushed on. → this is SO good i'm emotionally attached to this fic😭

he fell first, and he fell harder (18.7k) by @taurusdaylight🍓

ꕤ basketball captain! jaehyun x fem! childhood best friend reader 𖦹 jeong jaehyun really loves basketball. but also, he’s terribly in love with his childhood best friend of seventeen years, you.

by @sehunniepotwrites 🍓 :

1. THE MIDNIGHT SHIFT (4.9k)

ꕤ Hospital!AU | New Year’s Eve!AU | Fluff | Comedy | Pediatric Doctor!Jaehyun | Pediatric Nurse!Y/N 𖦹 Working as a pediatric nurse in a busy hospital has both its pros and cons. Some of the pros include: working with children, saving lives, and working alongside the extremely charming and surprisingly single Dr. Jeong Jaehyun. Some of the cons include: not having enough time to date, getting baby fever while being undeniably single, developing a crush on a co-worker, and being called into work on the one holiday you were granted off. Your dreams of ringing in the new year at a lavish party with a boy to kiss were ruined by the night shift but at least you had Dr. Jeong to keep you company when the clock strikes twelve.

2. Something Stupid (1.5k)

ꕤ Friends-with-Benefits!AU | Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Fluff | Suggestive 𖦹 Out of all the things that could spill out of his mouth while spending time with you, Jaehyun finds himself saying the stupidest words of all.

3. IN THE RAIN (1.9k)

ꕤ College!AU | Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Fluff 𖦹 All this time, you were looking for love in the wrong places and in the wrong people. As a serial dater, you never thought you would find it in the pouring rain and in the person you trusted the most.  → reading this was like watching a kdrama scene @$@&$&

4. Head Over Broomsticks (3.5k) 🫐

ꕤ Gryffindor Beater!Jaehyun x (f) Quidditch Announcer!Reader & Hogwarts!AU, Sports!AU, Quidditch!AU, humor, fluff, suggestive 𖦹 When your friends are tired of watching you and your crush go around in circles, they take matters into their own hands. Putting their Advanced Potions skills to the test, Donghyuck and Chenle conjure up a powerful truth serum and slip it in your drink right before a Quidditch game, which leads to a few inappropriate comments about No. 77, Jeong Jaehyun, of Gryffindor’s Quidditch team. This would’ve been fine if you were just a regular spectator but you are much more than that--you’re the Announcer and everyone is subjected to hear your unfiltered thoughts. Just great.

Oops, Baby (I Love You) (12.5k) by @prodbymaui 🫐🍓

ꕤ modern royalty ; arranged marriage 𖦹 you had been living your life as a rebellious and controversial crown princess, now you must face the consequence of purifying your tainted image; marrying the gentle and infamous crown prince of South Korea.

redamancy: with Jaehyun (14k) by @icedcappujaeno

ꕤ arranged marriage!au | rich people! au | fluff | angst | smut

try again (19.8k) by @gimmehyuck 🫐

ꕤ idol!jaehyun x teacher!yn 𖦹 jaehyun remembers the night he met you, and even after that one night he often thought of you and wished things would have been different, but by a weird twist of fate he gets to see you again, except this time... you're not alone.

HAPPY NOW? (19.9k) by @hwaflms

ꕤ fake dating?, exes to ??? au 𖦹 your family has been pressuring you for months to bring your boyfriend, jaehyun, over for dinner, and you think it’s really sweet that they like him so much. the only problem is that your “boyfriend” jaehyun, hates you.

romeo roulette (21.2k) by @wincore 🍓

ꕤ soulmate au, office au, fake dating, fluff (a lot), angst (a little), romcom, magical realism 𖦹 if finding your soulmate is the same as a damn game of russian roulette, you are determined to not pull the trigger at all. except, you know who your soulmate is and he doesn’t—and given a choice to pretend, you find that jaehyun is the lesser of the two burdens to bear.

enchanted (23k) by @taelme 🍓🫐

ꕤ regency!au, (not so)enemies-to-lovers!au, viscount!Jaehyun 𖦹 in a world where marriage is nothing more than an economic proposition, and where a person is no more than what they can offer, you and Jaehyun rediscover what it means to be with each other, in the very essence of the word → veryyyy bridgerton coded

heavenly | j.jh (M) (6.6k) by @neoyuno 🍓🫐

ꕤ fluff; comedy; smut → oral, riding, fingering, switch dynamics, sweet lovemaking, praising, teasing, cockwarming, pillow talk.

𖦹 After an afternoon nap at your boyfriend’s house, emerges a long night of bickering, movie watching, wine drinking—and lovemaking ; or jaehyun cockblocks himself because he has a little secret.

when the fratboy falls (8.9k) by @gyeomsweetgyeom🍓

ꕤ fratboy!Jaehyun x tutor!reader 𖦹 Jaehyun is a fratboy with a notorious reputation for being a playboy, you have never heard of him. surely, he can use tutoring as an excuse to get close to you, right?

someone to bring home (10.2k) by @rouiyan

ꕤ medstudent!jaehyun x (fem.) reader (featuring older brother and medstudent!johnny) ꕤ college au, strangers to lovers, brother’s best friend au, home for thanksgiving au

by @smileysuh 🍓 :

1. The V Week Spy (20.1k) 🫐

ꕤ frat au, forestry major Jaehyun, Valentines Day theme 𖦹 Every year, seven days before Valentines day, sororities and frats are paired together, and eligible himbos, hoes, bimbos and fuckboys alike volunteer to be raffled for a chance to become the year’s V Week Spy. V Week is open season, with outings and parties tailored to be the perfect excuse for sexscapades, with the knowledge than 1 boy and 1 girl are undercover, grading sexual performances. Once the week is over, at the annual Valentines Day Party, the evaluations are presented- It’s a bad time to be unsure about someone’s feelings towards you, and an even worse time to fall in love.

2. christmas puppy (11k)

ꕤ uni/frat au, best friend's brother Jae, boy next door Jae, secret romance, established relationship 𖦹 “God, you’re so jealous,” you laugh. Your best friend’s brother doesn’t usually act this way, at his frat, everyone knows you’re his, no one would dare come near you- but here, in your hometown, surrounded by past crushes and would be romancables, it’s open season, and it’s clear that it’s making Jaehyun uncomfortable.

3. knight of roses (9.1k) 🫐

ꕤ Fantasy au, fairy au, royal au, knight!Jaehyun, princess!y/n 𖦹 The Knight of Roses looks so beautiful as he says his piece, and the idea that he’s already committed to you is one that makes your heart race in your chest. He’s so beautiful- and you’ve tried to deny it for too long. You hate being the girl who falls for the same man that everyone else has their eye on, and Jaehyun has no lack of suitors, especially in court. However, you suppose there’s always legitimacy in the looks of a man who has captured the hearts of many.

romanée-conti (24k) by @yougotthatbilly

ꕤ sugar daddy!jaehyun | slowburn | smut 𖦹 Having a sugarless- sugar daddy is proving to be more difficult than planned.

the wedding (9.5k) by @jae-canikeepyou

ꕤ fluff + crack-ish + rival!jaehyun 𖦹 jeong jaehyun’s your long-time friend, and as far as one could remember, every single and little thing you both do ends to a competition; it turned into a permanent kind of relationship you have for over a decade now. no one expects that it would ever change, not until a childhood friend of yours from high school decides to make you two as his singers for his upcoming wedding.

against all odds. (13.2k) by @starryhyuck 🍓

ꕤ hogwarts au, gryfindoor!jaehyun x slytherin!reader 𖦹 jeong jaehyun has always had the biggest crush on you. that is, until he finds out you’re engaged to nakamoto yuta.

honeymoon avenue (12.3k) by @lisired

ꕤ smut, a pinch of angst, fluff, stuck in an elevator with your ex-fiancé, exes to lovers, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving) 𖦹 A year ago, wedding bells were ringing and you were screaming, “Yes!” at the top of your lungs. Last Christmas, you were supposed to be wed under a mistletoe. This Christmas, company finds you in the form of your ex-fiancé that broke off your engagement after you’re both inconveniently trapped in an elevator.

remember when (12.7k) by @moondustis

ꕤ angst, smut, soulmate!au, rich kid!au, convenience marriage!au, hurt/comfort, college!au 𖦹 A story about vulnerability and the lines we draw to avoid it. About soulmates, desires, setting yourself free. And, of course, a story about love and discovering exactly what it is.

by @ppangjae 🍓 :

1. moon river (17.1k)

ꕤ president’s son!jaehyun | arranged marriage!au | doctor!reader | fluff | angst | implied smut | slice of life!au 𖦹 Your mother warned you of many boys. She’s warned you of the immature ones, the players, and even the fools and cowards. But man, she has never warned you of guys like Jeong Jaehyun, the President’s son, who seems to be falling in love with you with every passing day even though he’s already engaged to someone he’s been set up to marry.

2. ordinary people (18.3k)

ꕤ fluff, angst, slow burn, fake dating!au + friends to lovers!au + ceo!jaehyun 𖦹 Jaehyun’s parents are coming home for Christmas and he may have made the biggest mistake of telling them he has a ‘girlfriend’. Insert you, his best friend, who so happens to be the only girl he knows and trusts. You, on the other hand, would have never expected Jaehyun to show up at your door at two in the morning with nothing but a proposition; to be his fake girlfriend. And man, are you in big trouble.

3. June 24 (3.8k) 🫐

ꕤ fluff + soulmate!au + time loop!au 𖦹 Some share the same tattoos with their soulmate. Others have countdowns embedded in their skin, counting down the days left until they meet their soulmate. But you? You’ve stopped aging since you turned eighteen. You’re twenty-three now and on one fine day, fate decides to have you wake up and live that same day; the same 24 hours until you meet your soulmate.

4. the stages. (2.4k)

ꕤ roommate!au + friends to lovers!au | fluff (lots of it) 𖦹 The stages of falling in love with your roommate slash best friend, according to Jeong Jaehyun.

by @anashins 🍓 :

1. His Love Her Force (28k) 🫐

ꕤ undercover detective!Jaehyun x ballerina!reader 𖦹 Fleeing from a ruthless stalker, you are forced to participate in a witness protection program at the other side of the world, pretending to be the wife of a taciturn undercover detective from now on. Despite all differences, you slowly start to settle with your new life as a married couple - until your newfound happiness is stripped away from you all over again.

2. fwb jaehyun but he's secretly completely whipped for her (1.2k) 🫐

𖦹 Jaehyun gets hit on at a party, but he has his eyes on one girl only, even though he claims he doesn't do relationships.

forevermore (9.4k) by @jenoloqy

ꕤ fluff, comedy, best friends to lovers au, college au 𖦹 in this episode of “college is ruining my life”, three boys guide you in finally making a move on your crush (and best friend), jeong jaehyun: basketball captain, owner of half the gray hoodies in your closet and probably more dense than donghyuck… if you look carefully. here’s the story of your four failed attempts to confess, and the one time you did successfully.

Between Sunrise And Sunsets (2.6k) 🫐

ꕤ fluff, established relationship 𖦹 It’s way too early for boyfriend!Jaehyun to be driving with you, so you try to keep him awake on the road with a game of trivia and sudden confessions → author deactivated but i’ve linked the reblog of the full oneshot here :)

EYE OF AFFECTION (12.9k) by @himechia 🫐

ꕤ colorblind!jae, painter!reader, jae's mom is reader’s art mentor, jae hates art, strangers to lovers, major crushing from both sides 𖦹 for as long as he can remember, jae's world has been in black and white - giving him no reason to appreciate his mother’s profession as an artist and the beauties that art can provide. however, an accidental meeting with you gives him reason to doubt his former beliefs - proving to him that there may be true beauty in a world that’s void of everything bright, that beauty being the sunshine that you provide. 

city of angels (4.6k)

ꕤ angst, fluff, college au, non idol au, strangers to friends to lovers au 𖦹 in which jaehyun is a few drinks in and he starts thinking about you a little too much than he would like to admit. the problem? he’s been purposely avoiding you for some time. why? because he’s scared. of what? of what you two were becoming.

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by @/playerhyuck on wattpad 🍓

1. Spitting Image (12h 32 min reading time) 🫐

ꕤ text!au, dad!au, idol!au 𖦹 Everyone has secrets, some come in the form of a 5 year old who spills hot chocolate all over the carpet. Who knew a mere part time job could lead Kira to meet her idol, and eventually find love where she never expected to. 𖦹 The earth shattering sneezes, the weird sense of humour understood by 1% of the population, the deep dad laughs, and the rough manhandling of nct albums (and members), made fans jokingly speculate that Jaehyun was hiding a family somewhere, but what if it ended up being true after all? → jaehyun in this fic is just SO jaehyun

2. puzzle piece. 🫐 (ongoing.)

ꕤ dad!au, single parents!au

𖦹 "It's like I keep picking up my broken pieces and putting them together but...". "A piece is still missing, right?"

→ slowburn is teww good

by @baobaojng 🍓 :

1. secrets of the hill (27.4k) 🫐

ꕤ 1800’s jaehyun!au , arranged marriage! au , supernatural-ish?!au , victorian? 𖦹 in the present day you are confused; you do not know who you are and you find yourself on an impossible quest to find out— until you wake up in the 1800’s, engaged to a hauntingly beautiful and uptight man who tries to figure out why the girl he’s been betrothed to has drastically changed. → so good but hasn’t been updated in a while :(

2. when icarus falls (32.1k)

ꕤ college athlete!au , crush!au 𖦹 some tragic story of you sharing one class with your long time college crush jaehyun who never notices you until he accidentally reads your work and he gets curious— oh, and he uses lame excuses to get to talk to you.

ERROR (7.1k) by @ppangjae 🍓

ꕤ college!au | e2l!au | fluff ; pairing. comp sci TA!jaehyun x fem!reader 𖦹 You’d be considered lucky to have computer science genius Jeong Jaehyun as your TA, but not for academic reasons. 

Our Kids Talk about Us (20k)

- two parts ꕤ single parents au, angst, fluff, romance, smut 𖦹 After his beloved wife's death, Jaehyun still wears his wedding ring to keep women away from him. When your kids become friends and his daughter starts to move on, he suddenly finds himself being the one stuck in the past.

seven letters (16.7k)

- two parts ꕤ soulmate!au | childhood friends to lovers!au | slight fake dating!au | fluff | angst 𖦹 On a camping trip, you find a message in a bottle that’s been washed up the shore, only to find out that it’s a message from you in the future. Your message tells you three things: 1. You must make Jeong Jaehyun fall in love with you because, 2. He’s your soulmate and 3. Because of your future self’s mistake, he ended up falling in love with someone else.

by @/loseyoutoloveme on ao3 🍓

→ i recommend all their works esp if you love reading long fics!!!

1. at the heart of it all (50.8k) 🫐

ꕤ enemies to friends to lovers - open ao3 link for more info 𖦹 V doesn’t even look up from his computer at Jaehyun, not even dignifying his worst enemy with a response. You think that if you don’t act as a middleman here, your boyfriend is going to behave in a manner that will definitely get you kicked out of this quiet library.

2. convenient solutions to love’s grim, grim dilemmas (159.4k) 🫐

ꕤ basketball player!jh & news reporter!reader, fake dating, enemies to friends to lovers 𖦹 Is it even worth comparing Jaehyun Jeong, star point guard for the Chicago Bulls, with Johnny Suh, renowned starting pitcher for the Chicago Cubs? You’ve loved John for what feels like an eternity of years, since the very first day you met in college. It makes sense that you would hate anyone who wasn’t just like him, and Jaehyun is that. → i think about this fic too much🙁 its so good trust me💔 THIS IS MY #1 EVER FAV JAEHYUN FIC BTW…. SO SOSO EFFING GOOD

3. two stones and one bird are hanging out in their bush! (252.8k)

ꕤ footballplayer!jh, doctor!reader 𖦹 He must not realize he’s doing it, because he blinks at the sound of your snap and warbles in confusion, “Ma’am?” “It’s doctor,” you growl. Who the hell does this dumbass athlete dude think he is? Your title is right there on your fucking scrubs, M.D., F.A.C.S., Chief of Trauma Surgery. You’re not a fucking receptionist and you fucking worked for this, so he needs to use the title you earned. No exceptions.

4. he’ll be nobody after tonight (101.6k) 🫐

ꕤ based off princess diaries 2 𖦹 A princess has to get married to a prince, a lord, a duke, a count, anyone that has the littlest bit of royal blood in their veins. Not an annoying surfer boy in her PhD classes. Not that you’d ever want to get married to someone as annoying as Jaehyun Jeong, but still. Having the choice is the point.

5. you’re the loveliest, lemon drop (54.9k)

ꕤ friends to lovers & singer!jaehyun 𖦹 You focus your attention on your cousin’s unrecognizable companion. His back is turned in most of the shots, his profile in the third image giving you a sliver of a glimpse at his face. Of course he’d be vaguely hot even in these crappy pap shots, but you really just don’t have any idea who he is. You voice it as much, “Who the hell is Jeffrey Jung anyways? America’s sweetheart?”

6. ah, she’s here. time to wake up. (184.9k) 🫐

ꕤ time travel au / inspired by sleeping beauty & cinderella 𖦹 “Let me see…” You raised your voice to break up your friend's relationship tussles for the third time, then bent over to read the elegant museum placard. You almost fell on the goddamn ground when you recognized the name, “Prince Jaehyun, the last Jeong prince of America—Holy shit, this is him? Why did I think he was a crusty old dude?”. You checked the painting again and yup, he was still hot. Which didn’t make any fucking sense.

7. by the way, i love you (80.9k) 🫐

ꕤ f1!au & best friends to lovers & inspired by romeo and juliet 𖦹 Your family and the Jeongs have been at each other’s throats for forever now. They argue about anything and everything, every inevitable interaction you have is stroked in the outline of Ferrari vs. Mercedes with the brothers at the helm. There’s been shouting, there’s been drama, there’s been loads of tears, and there’s even been blood two or three times on the race track. But somehow, both the youngest kids - both you and your best friend, because despite all of this Jaehyun is still your best friend - ended up on the outskirts of it. You don't get it.

just friends timestamp series by @smoll-tangerine 🍓🫐

ꕤ best friends to lovers 𖦹 you and your best friend jaehyun pretend to date each other because you are a broke university student who likes to take advantage of some deals that require you to be, well, not single.

by @jeongvision 🍓

1. parent au time stamps series 🫐

2. "CAN I BORROW"? timestamp series (extra scene: roommates au + “Quick, my ex just walked in! Pretend that we’re dating.” ) 🫐

→ i recommend checking out her other parent aus in her masterlist 😋

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(mostly fluff)

[00:27] by @morningsunandnightsky 🫐

[1:32] by @chocojae 🫐

[10:15 am] (747 words) by @yunopouts 

[11:49 AM] by @lattaeyongs 

[6:53 pm] by @peachjaem00 

[8:00 pm] by @floraljae 🫐

[10:28PM] by @nctsplug02

[11:40 PM] by @cozyjae

made to hold hands by @flirtyhyuck 

loving you is easy by @omlhyck 

clingy (351 words) by @daydreamingyuta 🫐

loving you is easy by @smileyerim 🫐

whiplash by @lino-jagiyaa 

reincarnation by @nizhspo 

sweet (400 words) by @doeilovr 

dimples (587 words) by @hyunverse

by @gyeomsweetgyeom 🍓 :

[8:34 pm]🫐 [7:41 am]🫐

dimples🫐 just makes sense🫐

→ her jaehyun drabbles are the cutest thing ever i def rec checking out her masterlist!

by @nsheetee :

Jaehyun x Reader + “Cruel Summer” by Taylor Swift.

Ravenclaw!Jaehyun x Ravenclaw!Reader 🫐

by @theje0ngs :

speak now (2k) - runaway groom!au

05:34 (329 words) - new parents!au

by @jungstruly :

singledad!jaehyun color tattoo🫐

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has headcannons + others on this too!!!

last updated 2024/02/24

lmk if any of the links dont work <3

→ also this list is mainly for me to rmb my fav fics so plz give me any recs if u don’t see it here >_<

[cattycupid]

*Susie (sighs, tossing the gamepad aside):

— Okay, fine… You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I’m done playing like this!

*Kris (calmly, without looking up from the game):

— Me? Messing with you? No, I’m just playing.

*Susie (skeptically):

— "Just playing"? You do it methodically, like a robot!

*Kris (smirking):

— Maybe I am a robot. Less emotion, more wins. 🤖

*Susie (skeptically):

— But seriously, have you ever actually exerted yourself?

*Kris (a bit thoughtful but still relaxed):

— I just... know what I’m doing. Keeping it under control. It’s… nice.

*Susie (laughing):

— Yeah, right, Mx. "I have everything under control." You can’t even set an alarm on time!

*Kris (grinning, but then adds quietly):

— Maybe... But at least in the game, it feels like I’m in control of something. And sometimes… I don’t know, it’s like someone else is guiding me.

*Susie (half teasing, half suspicious):

— Okay, now you're sounding kinda weird, Kris.

*Kris (smiling faintly):

— Nah, forget it. I probably just need some pie… or another couple of wins.

*Susie (grinning):

— Oh, pie? I’m all in for that. But next time, if I beat you, you’re treating. Get ready for a rematch!

[notti-stellate]

The Cullens

Emmett x sister!reader, Jasper x sister!reader, Carlisle x daughter!reader

a/n: so basically I'm thinking of making this a new series, I was thinking maybe having reader fall in love with one of the pack members but I'm open to other ideas! I hope you like it, I'm a little rusty but I did my best

Warnings: small injury, death of parents, brief mentions of trauma, adoption, Emmett forgetting reader is human, I think that's all but if I missed any please let me know!

From the outside the Cullen house seemed quiet and uneventful, unfortunately for Carlisle that was very untrue…

“Emmett put your sister down,” Carlisle called out as he walked through the door, probably going to another shift at the hospital. I squirmed and kicked at Emmett, who currently had me thrown over his shoulder. Emmett is a notoriously bad loser, and since I beat him at mario kart this was my punishment. Since I’m the youngest (and only human) sibling it was fairly easy for him to keep his hold on me as I fought.

Just when I was starting to accept my fate of being stuck, Jasper came around the corner asking Emmett if he was ready for a rematch after their wrestling match last night. At this, Emmett got excited and lost his hold on me, making me fall flat on my face against the kitchen floor. Jasper ran over, glaring at Emmett as he helped me up. 

Jasper has always had a kind of soft spot for me. Carlisle took me in when I was 11 after my parents were murdered. When I first got there I refused to leave my room, locking myself away completely. I had horrible nightmares about my parents death, because of this Jasper used to sit outside my door at night and used his gift to calm me until I was ready to talk. Ever since then we’ve been practically inseparable, it’s rare to see me without Alice and Jasper. 

Jasper pulled my face towards him gently, looking for any sign of injury. “I’m fine Jas, nothing broke” I wheezed after getting the air knocked out of my lungs. Jasper didn’t seem to accept this though, sighing as he saw a bruise already forming under my eye. Emmett finally snapped out of his shock, spewing out as many apologies as he could.

I smiled at him, trying to let both him and Jasper know I was alright. “Come on darlin’, let’s go get some ice on that eye,” Jasper wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pushing me lightly towards the living room while he headed towards the freezer. I layed back on one of the couches, stretching my legs out and closing my eyes tightly to try to ward off my growing headache. Jasper appeared a moment later, handing me ice to put against my eye. He lifted my legs as he sat down, placing them back down on top of his own. ‘Thanks Jas,’ I mumbled, laying my head back and listening to Edward play his piano a few rooms over. 

We might not be a perfect or “normal” family, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

[verricherri]

alright take a peek into my magnificent mind for a second. rhett making you watch him touch you in the mirror. make it filthy, make it shameless, etc etc

See Me (NSFW///MDNI)

A/N: from the second i read that ask, i blacked out and let the filth take the wheel. also… i think you can gauge he’s fuming from the gif alone — and yeah, it only gets worse from there 😮‍💨 Warnings: this cowboy does not play, so he takes it away Masterlist Feedback and reposts are appreciated  ☀️

The motel door slammed behind you like it had something to prove.

Rhett tossed the key on the dresser hard enough to make the little plastic tag skid. His jaw was clenched so tight you could see the tension all the way up to his temple. The AC unit rattled. One lamp buzzed weak yellow. The room smelled like citrus cleaner and old smoke.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there. Breathing like he was still in the chute.

You dropped your overnight bag by the wall and leaned on the bedframe, waiting him out.

“They gave me a goddamn parade pony.”

His voice was low, sharp. Clipped with that drawl he only sharpened when he was angry.

“I had Whiplash. Drew him clean this morning. Was ready. Been waitin’ months to ride that bastard.” “Then some rookie throws a fit about a rematch. Whole order gets shuffled. Suddenly I’m out — they hand me some soft-steppin’, crowd-friendly backup bull like it’s a consolation prize.”

He dragged a hand down his face, fingers curling over his jaw. Still hadn’t looked at you.

“I still won.”

He said it like it tasted bad.

You crossed your arms. “Isn’t that the whole point?”

He looked up, finally. Burned right through you with it.

“Not if I don’t earn it the way I wanted.”

His boots hit the carpet heavy as he crossed the room — slower than you'd expected, but coiled. Ready to snap.

“They wanted clean lines and high scores. Told me to make it pretty.”

He stopped in front of you. You tilted your chin up to meet him, one eyebrow arched.

“Guess you gave them what they wanted, then.”

A beat of silence.

Then:

“Don’t start.” “I’m not starting anything,” you said, lazy. “You’re the one pacing like a bull with a broken gate.” “Maybe I am.”

He stepped in, close enough now that you could feel the heat off him, smell the dirt and sweat and faint sweetness of the leather collar on his shirt.

“You ever feel like they’re tryna take your fire out piece by piece?” “Lookin’ you straight in the eye while they do it, callin’ it strategy.”

You blinked up at him. Smiled slow.

“Lucky for you, I like watching you burn.”

That made something in him twitch. He looked away first — just for a breath — then back. Something darker behind his eyes now.

“You keep talkin’ like that, baby, I’m gonna think you’re testing me.” Your smile widened. “And what if I am?”

His jaw flexed. Once. Twice.

Then, in that low, wrecked-up voice that scraped right over your spine:

“Then I’ll make damn sure you learn how to listen.”

He stepped past you — toward the closet mirror. Full-length, bolted to the frame. One of those motel mirrors meant for awkward glances and regrets. Not what he was about to do with it.

He flipped on the bedside lamp. Harsh light cut through the room in streaks. Yellow. Stark. Honest.

He turned halfway back. Nodded at the mirror.

“Come here.”

You didn’t rush.

You stood there just long enough to let him wonder if you would — then crossed the room, slow on purpose, until you stood in front of the glass.

The reflection looked ridiculous. You — flushed already, breath uneven — and him behind you like some kind of storm. Broad-shouldered, still half in his post-ride gear, fists loose at his sides like he was still deciding whether to touch you or throw something.

He didn’t touch you. Not yet.

Just stood behind you and said:

“You ever really looked at yourself?”

You kept your eyes on the glass.

“Why? You tired of being the only one watching?”

You saw the corner of his mouth twitch. Just barely. Not a smile — something hungrier.

“You wanna give me a show, sweetheart?” “Better earn your stage.” You licked your lips. "Then don’t waste my light."

His breath hitched — just slightly — and then his hand lifted, slow as sin, to tip your chin up with two fingers.

Forced your eyes to meet your own.

“Don’t look at me.” “Look at you.”

You obeyed. But not like a girl who was bowing her head. You did it like someone claiming the mirror.

He dropped his hand to your hip. Slid it across your front, fingers dragging lower. Just enough pressure to tease.

“You watch what I do to you.” “Not lookin’ away.” “Not once.”

—

Your eyes stayed locked on your reflection. Cheeks flushed. Breathing already shallow.

And behind you — Rhett.

He looked wrecked in the best way. Tension still riding his frame like he hadn’t come down from the bull. That same adrenaline, frustration, and heat tangled behind his eyes — but now, all of it was aimed at you.

His hand dragged back up your front, over your ribs, then slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. His fingers were warm, calloused, and maddeningly slow.

“Lift your arms.”

You didn’t hesitate. Just raised them overhead, elbows soft, eyes still on the glass.

He peeled your shirt off like he was unwrapping something private. Reverent. But possessive too — like it pissed him off you were ever covered in the first place.

It dropped to the floor behind you. His eyes raked down your back, then met yours in the mirror.

“You see that?” he said softly. “That’s mine.”

You arched slightly into him, pulse ticking up.

“Bit possessive for a man who’s only just touching.”

Rhett exhaled once through his nose — almost a laugh. Almost.

“You think I don’t touch you in my head every night you ain’t in my bed?” “I’ve touched you a hundred times harder than this. But if you want the real thing…”

His hand slid down, unbuttoning your jeans. One pop. Then the zipper, slow and gritty.

“Then I want your eyes wide open.”

You felt the denim loosen around your hips. He gave them one tug and they slid down your thighs in a whisper. You stepped out, bare now in just your underwear — and his stare.

“You’re staring,” you said, smug despite the blush burning your cheeks. “Yeah?” he rasped. “So are you.”

And he was right. You couldn’t look away. Not from the way his hand slid over your stomach, fingers skimming just under the waistband of your underwear. Not from the look in his eyes — that edge of control, of restraint he was barely keeping leashed.

You braced yourself — just slightly — for the first real touch.

But it didn’t come.

Instead, he leaned in close behind your ear. Spoke low.

“Touch yourself.”

Your breath caught.

“Wanna see how bad you want it.” You swallowed hard, blinking at your reflection. “You’re serious.” “Dead fuckin’ serious.” “Hands where I can see ‘em.”

You dragged your fingers down, slow. Slipped them under the waistband and let out a shaky breath as they brushed over your own heat.

He groaned behind you.

“Fuck. You’re soaked already.” “You like me watchin’ you like this?”

You bit your lip, fingers moving slow, steady. His hand stayed on your hip, grounding you, but he didn’t help.

He just watched.

“You’re the one who made this mess,” you muttered. “Damn right I did.”

Your other hand came up to brace against the mirror. Your mouth parted — breath catching with every pass of your fingers.

He leaned down, lips grazing your ear.

“Faster.”

You obeyed.

The sound of your own breath and the wet slide of your fingers filled the room. His grip on your hip tightened.

“You gonna cum just like this?” “That pretty little hand makin’ yourself shake?”

You let out a soft gasp.

“Close…” “Yeah, you are. Look at you.” “Makin’ yourself come in the mirror like a fuckin’ dream.”

But then his hand grabbed your wrist — not rough, just enough to stop.

“Not yet.”

You whined — actually whined.

“Rhett—” “You test me again, sweetheart,” he said, voice full gravel now, “and I’ll edge you ‘til the goddamn sun comes up.”

He turned you slightly, nudged your legs apart with his knee. Still behind. Still clothed. You could feel the hard line of him pressing against you through his jeans.

He reached around you — one hand sliding into your underwear, finally replacing your own.

“This what you wanted?” “My fingers. Not yours.”

You choked on a moan when he found that perfect pressure.

“Rhett—” “That’s it, baby.” “Say my name like that. Like it’s the only one you know.”

His free hand came up, palming your breast, thumb dragging across your nipple as his other hand worked you open.

“You watchin’? You see what I do to you?”

You nodded — frantic.

“I see — I see it, I—” “Good.”

His mouth was hot against your neck now. Kissing. Biting. Groaning low like the sound of you falling apart was the only thing that made him feel right in the world.

You started to come. Could feel it crashing up behind your teeth.

“Let go,” he whispered. “Right here. Look at what you look like when you break for me.”

You did. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Gasping his name in a voice that didn’t sound like yours. Watching yourself come with his hand between your legs, his body behind yours, his eyes on your soul.

The mirror didn’t lie. And neither did he.

—

You were still gasping. Legs trembling. His hand soaked, still buried between your thighs.

But Rhett didn’t back off.

Didn’t give you space to recover or catch your breath. He stayed right there — pressed up behind you like the only thing keeping you standing.

His voice rasped low behind your ear, wrecked and wrecking:

“You see yourself?” “See how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum for me?”

You nodded, throat too tight to speak.

“Good.” “Don’t forget it.”

Then his hand slid out from your underwear, fingers wet and shining. He brought them up to your lips — slow.

“Open.”

You did. No hesitation. Mouth parted like instinct. Tongue brushing his fingers as he pushed them past your lips.

He groaned. Actually groaned. The sound punched out of him like he wasn’t ready for how hot that would be.

“Goddamn.” “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

You pulled back just enough to murmur:

“Then come take what’s yours.”

Something snapped.

He spun you — fast, controlled — and walked you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. Then he dropped to his own, yanking your underwear down your legs and off like they offended him.

He didn’t undress himself fast. No — he made you watch.

Hands going to his belt. That heavy clink of the buckle. The low drag of denim.

The sound of him sucking in a breath as he freed himself, hard and already leaking.

You stared.

He smirked.

“You got that look again.” “What look?” “Like you’re about to say somethin’ smart — and then forget how to speak.” You narrowed your eyes. “Still talking a lot for someone who hasn’t fucked me yet.”

That did it.

He stepped back, breathing heavy, then reached for your thigh and pulled you upright again. The mirror caught both your reflections as he turned you around, walking you those few steps back to where the light hit just right.

“You wanna mouth off?” he said, dragging your body flush to his. “Then you better say it while you can still breathe.”

He pressed you against the dresser, both of you now facing the mirror. Your bare skin flushed. His chest against your back. One hand wrapped around your waist.

The other guiding himself between your legs.

“Keep lookin’.” “I want you to see everything.”

You felt the press — thick, hot, insistent. And then the stretch. The fill.

Slow at first. Too slow.

You whimpered.

“Rhett—” “Hush.” “I’m not just fuckin’ you tonight.” “I’m makin’ you remember.”

He pushed in all the way — deep, hard — until your body shook with it.

The mirror blurred for a second. Then cleared.

You watched your own mouth fall open. Your legs tremble. The way your hands scrambled for the dresser edge just to keep from collapsing.

Rhett’s voice was a growl now. Low. Full of dirt and smoke.

“That’s it.” “You take me so good.” “Look at the way you open for me.”

Each thrust was rougher now — deliberate. Designed to ruin. Your bodies moving together in the mirror. His abs flexing with every snap of his hips. Your eyes going wide every time he hit that spot inside you that made the whole room tilt.

“You like bein’ watched?” he rasped. “Like seein’ what I do to you?” “Yes—yes—fuck, Rhett—” “Say it.” “I love it—love watching—fuck, you feel so good, I—” “You gonna come again?” “I—I don’t know, I—” “Yeah, you do.” “Feel you squeezin’. So fuckin’ tight—this pussy’s beggin’.”

His hand snuck between your thighs again, fingers rubbing that same perfect circle, and you screamed.

There was no other word for it. No moan. No whimper. Just pure wreckage, pure overload, as your whole body clenched and shook and broke right there in his arms — in front of that goddamn mirror.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink. Couldn’t believe the way you looked, fucked-out and shaking and glowing with sweat.

Rhett didn’t stop.

“One more.” “You’ve got another in you. Don’t you, baby?”

You couldn’t speak.

So he just kept moving.

Kept giving.

And when he finally groaned your name — loud, wrecked, desperate — you felt it everywhere. His hands. His cum. His breath. His everything.

You both collapsed forward — your palms against the dresser, his body draped over yours like he couldn’t bear to let go.

Then came the whisper:

“That’s what a win’s supposed to feel like.”

—

You didn’t even remember how you made it to the bed.

Just that suddenly, you were there — tangled in his arms, both of you too raw to speak, too wrung-out to move. The hum of the air conditioner, the slow thump of his heartbeat under your cheek. The mirror sat across from you still, catching just the edge of your bodies in the warm lamplight.

Rhett breathed hard behind you. One hand splayed low over your stomach, the other limp beneath your neck, curled around you like a promise.

“You okay?” you murmured.

He nodded, but it was slow. Then:

“Yeah. Just thinkin’.”

His voice sounded… far away. Like he was still chasing something he hadn’t caught.

You turned a little, just enough to press your lips to his jaw. He didn’t flinch, didn’t smile.

Then, softly — almost like it wasn’t meant to be heard:

“They think they own me.”

You froze.

“Not just the rides. Me.”

His arm around you tensed, just for a second.

“My name, my face, the fuckin’ hat. Like I’m a character they can put on a poster and sell to families.”

You stayed quiet. You knew this wasn’t the kind of wound you dressed with words. So you just ran your fingers along his ribs. Gentle. Present.

“I didn’t start this for applause. Or sponsors. Or to look pretty for a camera.” “I did it ‘cause I felt alive when it was me and the bull and the dirt and nothin’ else.”

He exhaled hard. Jaw flexed again.

“But now they wanna polish it. Strip the grit. Make it palatable. Safer. Sellable.”

A pause. Then, quieter:

“Some days it feels like they’d rather I smile on command than ride like I’ve got fire in my veins.”

You pressed your palm flat against his chest. His heartbeat thudded fast, hard.

“You’re not a product, Rhett.” “No,” he said. Voice lower now. Rougher. “But they keep tryin’ to box me in like one.”

He looked over at the mirror. Just the corner of it visible now in the dim light.

“I don’t like mirrors.” “You picked that one.” “I picked you.” “The mirror just... happened to be where I could watch you come apart for me.”

You smiled — small, soft.

“You’re allowed to be seen, you know. Not just used.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just curled his arm tighter around your waist. Pressed his face into your shoulder.

“You saw me tonight.” “Yeah. I did.” “All of me.” “And I wanted every bit.”

He pulled back just far enough to look at you.

“That’s what a win’s supposed to feel like.”

You brushed a thumb along his cheekbone.

“To the mirror?” “No, darlin’. To you.”

A beat passed. He kissed your knuckles. Then whispered against them:

“You wanna know what I saw in that mirror?” “Tell me.” “My whole damn future. Lookin’ back at me.”

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[madamechrissy]

Veiled Secrets - chap 2 preview

pairings- emperor! gojo x arranged empress! reader

contents/warnings- this preview it's just them playing chess hehe, some undercurrents of angst and longing, but the chap itself will have a fk ton of angst and smut. enjoyyy <3

“Hah, I am sure you have no clue of what this game is, hmm?” Satoru is cocky as he leans back, and you want to smack the smirk off his pretty face.

As if you didn’t know chess, as if you hadn’t been the best player there was, you used to make grown men cry and demand a rematch, until they realized just who they were insulting - the princess - and backed down. You and Suguru played constantly, along with your most trusted advisor Mr. Nanami, he was the one who originally taught you.

The longing for your home fills you from just such a small little detail now, you swallow it down as you remember sitting across from them, across from your dad and playing the game. Across from the boy you ended up falling for. It was by far one of your favorite games, though you loved a little cricket and a good game of cards too.

But let him think you’re clueless, his loss will be that much sweeter.

“Oh dear, what’s this game?” You ask, blinking a bit and putting on a fake little smile, Satoru chuckles and leans forward, his blue silken robes falling just so, showcasing his strong chest as he eyes the board.

“I had a feeling you’d not know, princesses are taught to be good wives, not much else. But if you’re to be with me, I would enjoy it if you had a little intellect, I’m not traditional I’m afraid.”

You almost kick him under that fucking table.

“How magnanimous of you, your majesty! To let women play such a man’s game, oh the kindness.” You’re fluttering your lashes some more, he pauses then, eyes narrowing at you.

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“Not at all! Maybe I’m wrong about you. Do teach me.” You lean forward, resting your chin on your dainty hand as he eyes you, studying how the sun is casting shadows across your pretty face under the gazebo.

You’re so stunning he can hardly stand it, how effortlessly you make him crave more, only to give him your cold, evil smile. Him, Satoru Gojo, the emperor who everyone either fears or loves, to have a girl utterly disinterested in him. It was endlessly infuriating, and he fully intended to know exactly what was your problem with him at some point.

Surely after he drank your cunt last night, you’d show a little affection, a little blush or something!? But instead, you have some evil look in your eyes, they’re glittering like two gems if he could ever find any that color. He’d scour the fucking country if he could replicate it, a foolish thought that your impudent little attitude was making worse.

Instead of going to his favorite concubine to play, he asked you, and after you turned down his tea invitation - like the spiteful brat you are - he didn’t know if you’d show up for a game you don’t know. But you’re smiling and nodding, like there’s no thoughts in your head, and he doesn’t trust it for shit. Especially when your fingers elegantly take a rook in them.

“Hmm, I think I’ll move this cute little castle over here!” You’re feigning the lack of knowledge, watching with each move as Emperor Gojo’s anger grows, his blue eyes narrowing, plush lips pursed, a little sweat on his brow.

“I see, you catch on quickly I suppose, that’s a good move,” he manages, moving his queen now, and you see it - a weakness forming in his protection of the most important piece in the game.

“Ah, thank you, your majesty, you’re so kind,” he glares again, leaning back in the seat as his thighs brush yours under the table. “I’ll place the cute horse here!”

You move the elegantly carved golden piece, and he glares now, furious as he realizes it - you’ve just put him in fucking check!?

“You’ve never played?” He raises a thin brow, and you sigh, shrugging a shoulder, your silk robes fall just a bit, revealing too much of your creamy skin, his throat goes dry as he forgets the game.

“Do you think I have? Am I rather good at it, your majesty?” You have the audacity to run your fingertips across your neck, gently touching a pretty gold necklace that he notices you wear.

“You’re adequate I suppose,” he’s lying out of his ass, and all he can think of is what is that necklace? Of touching your skin, so distracted he makes the only move he can. “Bloody hell…”

“Aha, I think I’ll use this cute bishop and… there! That’s checkmate.” You’re giggling with delight, an evil fucking laugh, and he’s dumbfounded then.

He again wonders just who the fuck you are, and why he’s so intrigued with the girl who seemingly is the only person who doesn’t want him, and the only person who has ever bested him at this game.

depending on the poll this will be out this week or weekend hehe

[imaginesig]

Private But Not Secret

SMAU

Kimi Antonelli x Vet Student Reader

face claim: Claudia Cook Gomez

Yn is a vet student who is juggling her life with supporting her formula racing boyfriend. The idea was sent to me by an anonymous user!

"tesoruccia" = little treasure

"tesoro" = treasure

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ynln you'll never guess who just qualified for an internship next year 😊

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bestie so so proud! You've worked so hard and defiantly earned that internship

ynln I love you!!

friend1 celebration time? @/bestie @/friend2 @/friend3

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bestie celebration time.

friend2 I got the drinks!!

friend3 my place for dinner tomorrow?

ynln ugh I love you guys!!

kimi.antonelli so beyond proud 🤍

ynln 🤍

olliebearman this is so cool!

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lettiemng love you!!

ynln love you too!!

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kimi.antonelli Congratulazioni, ti amo 🤍 (congratulations, I love you)

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ynln 🤍🤍

olliebearman best vet ever in the making 🤩

user1 omg she studying to be a vet

user2 ugh she's so smart

user3 and from the crumbs we get she's gorgeous

user4 Yn I wasn't aware of your game

prema_team thats our girl 👏👏

dinobeganovic 🤓🐶💉

susie_wolff go girl!!

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Time Skip-- a couple of weeks

ynln posted three stories!

captions: (1) The final stretch 🥴 (2) we're done!! @/friend1 @/friend2 @/friend3 (3) 📚➡️👙

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so so proud tesoruccia

thank you 🤍

now its time to enjoy some Italian beaches

you defiantly deserve it!!

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ynln 🌊🐚🦀

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kimi.antonelli 😎

kfriend1 lovely to meet you!!

ynln yes! It was so nice!!

bestie looks so fun!!

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friend1 I miss you!!

friend2 what a kick off to summer!! Have so much fun!!

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user1 such a hot friend group

user2 we've never have this much Yn content

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kimi.antonelli work hard, play hard

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olliebearman I want a paddel rematch

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user1 f2 is back f2 is back f2 is back

user2 longest summer break ever

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caption: adventures with tesoruccia 🚲🤍 @/ynln

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ynln

so much fun!! Thank you!!

anytime tesoruccia

🤍

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olliebearman

next time me, you, Yn, Estelle??

Sounds great, maybe our next long week at the factory?

Sounds like a plan!!

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ugh literal goals 😍

he's my dream 🤭

I'm so glad you found him

I love you

I love you too girlie

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gorgeous

Time Skip-- First GP after summer break

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ynln part time student, part time wag

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ynln my fav law student

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kimi.antonelli my tesoruccia first, good luck charm second

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kimi.antonelli two tesoro kind of weekend 🏆🤍

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ynln so so proud

kimi.antonelli 🍀💎

user1 LETS GO KIMI

mercadesamgf1 gearing up for next year

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Time Skip-- School Year

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the app only asks the pickup location not where you are ordering from 🤷‍♂️

you're ridiculous

bestie

when

will

it

be

my

turn

your time will come girlie I can feel it

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raising the bar I see

oh poor ollie 😭

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Time Skip-- Winter/End of school semester

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ynln first semester completed

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bestie WE SURVIVED 🤩🤩

ynln THAT WE DID 🥳🥳

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friend2 holiday timeeeeee

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kimi.antonelli Halmark? I have a new movie for you

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ynln 🤍

kimi.antonelli 🤍

user1 screaming crying throwing up

user2 MY FAV COUPLE

olliebearman same!

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ynln I love you too 🤍

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ynln me too!! We need to hang out at every possible moment

bestie dont forget me!!

ynln you, never?

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ynln omg yes!

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[atlasthegreatest]

Sun, Surf and Heatwaves / Manon Bannerman x Gender Neutral! Reader

While on a trip to Spain, Manon Bannerman and the rest of Katseye help out at a friend’s beachside ice cream stand. Manon, ever the flirt, spends most of her time effortlessly charming customers—until a stunning surfer catches her attention. And when she throws out a playful line, expecting to leave the surfer flustered, she’s taken aback when they flirt right back.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 3512

The Spanish sun burned high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the coastline of Playa de Somo as waves crashed against the shore. The beach was alive with tourists and locals alike, laughter and music blending with the rhythmic sounds of the sea. Amidst it all, Manon leaned casually against the counter of an ice cream stand, twirling a plastic spoon between her fingers.

She and the rest of Katseye had come to Spain for a much-needed break, but today, they were helping out a friend who owned a beachfront dessert shop. It was supposed to be a fun little distraction—handing out cones, flirting harmlessly with customers, and enjoying the ocean breeze. Nothing too complicated.

At least, that was the plan.

Then they walked by.

A surfer—sun-kissed skin, damp hair tousled from the sea, carrying their board under one arm. Their wetsuit was rolled down to the waist, revealing toned arms and an easy, confident stride. Manon noticed them immediately, her lips curling into a smirk as she watched them approach. She had flirted with plenty of people today, but something about this one made her sit up a little straighter.

“Need something sweet after riding those waves?” she called out smoothly, leaning forward over the counter. “Because I think I have the perfect thing for you.”

The surfer paused, looking at her with an amused grin before stepping closer. Their gaze swept over her, taking in the playful smirk, goddess braids peeking out from beneath her sun visor, the easy confidence she carried—until they landed on her eyes, filled with undeniable mischief.

“Oh yeah?” they mused, resting their free arm on the counter. “And here I thought I’d already found the sweetest thing on this beach.”

Manon opened her mouth to fire back, but the words never came. Instead, she felt her throat tighten, her mind blanking entirely. Heat crept up her neck, and before she could stop it, she stuttered.

The surfer’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the rare moment of the Katseye flirt being caught off guard. The rest of the girls, who had been eavesdropping just a few feet away, immediately burst into laughter.

“Oh my god,” Sophia wheezed, clutching Megan’s arm for support. “Did Manon just lose at her own game?!”

Daniela smirked, scooping another spoonful of ice cream as she watched the scene unfold. “This is history in the making,” she declared. “Someone write this down.”

Manon groaned, regaining her composure as she shot a glare at her so-called friends. Turning back to the surfer—who was still grinning at her—she placed her hands on the counter and huffed, “You caught me off guard. Don’t let it go to your head.”

The surfer chuckled, leaning in just slightly. “Too late.”

Before Manon could say something (or make an even bigger fool of herself), the surfer reached for a napkin and grabbed a nearby pen. Scribbling something down, they slid it across the counter to her with a wink.

“My number,” they said. “In case you want a rematch.”

Manon stared at the napkin, then at them, before her lips curled into a slow smirk. At the end of the napkin stod out a name “Y/n”. Maybe she had lost round one, but something told her this was far from over.

And honestly? She didn’t mind at all.

—————————

Y/n. What a beautiful. Just like its owner.

Manon twirled the napkin in her fingers, rereading the digits and the name as the surfer disappeared into the crowd. The rest of the Katseye girls, still recovering from the absolute comedy of their resident flirt getting flustered, were buzzing with energy.

“Did you see that?” Megan teased, nudging Manon’s shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless before.”

“I wasn’t speechless,” Manon huffed, stuffing the napkin into her pocket. “I was… recalibrating.”

Lara grinned, resting her elbows on the counter. “Right, right. So when you turned bright red and stammered over your words, that was part of your calculated game plan?”

Yoonchae, who had been recording the whole thing on her phone, held it up with a smirk. “I may have gotten some footage. For… historical purposes.”

Manon snatched the phone out of her hand before she could hit send. “Delete it.”

“Nope.”

Manon groaned dramatically before tossing the phone back. “You guys are the worst.”

Sophia laughed, sliding her arm around Manon’s shoulders. “We’re the best because we saw what just happened, and we’re never letting you forget it.”

Daniela, ever the instigator, rested her chin on her palm. “So, are you gonna text them?”

Manon hesitated. She could, right now. She could send a witty reply, something flirtatious and charming to regain her edge. But there was something about the way the surfer had looked at her—like they were interested like they saw more than just the fun, playful Manon Bannerman everyone else knew. It was… different.

Noticing her silence, Sophia raised an eyebrow. “Oh wow. She’s actually thinking about it.”

Megan gasped dramatically. “Is Manon catching feelings?”

“Alright, that’s it,” Manon muttered, grabbing a scoop of ice cream and threateningly waving it at them. “If you all don’t shut up, I will throw this at you.”

Lara snickered. “Please, you’d never waste good ice cream.”

Manon sighed in defeat, but there was a small, secret smile tugging at her lips. She pulled out the napkin one more time, rolling her eyes at how much her heart picked up just looking at the number.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. “I’ll text them.”

And for once, Manon didn’t have a snarky comeback to hide behind.

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A few hours later, the sun had started its slow descent over the ocean, casting golden streaks across the waves. The ice cream stand had slowed down, most of the rush now lounging around bonfires or dipping their toes in the tide. The Katseye girls had clocked out from their impromptu shift and settled into a spot on the beach, watching surfers carve through the waves.

Manon sat cross-legged on a towel, her phone in her hand, thumbs hovering over the screen. The surfer’s number stared back at her.

Daniela peeked over her shoulder. “Still no text?”

Manon glared at her. “Give me a second.”

Megan, lying on her stomach in the sand, propped her chin on her hands. “You know, I don’t think we’ve ever seen you this indecisive about someone before.”

Yoonchae snorted. “Because she usually just texts first without thinking.”

Manon groaned, flopping onto her back. “Can you guys not psychoanalyze me right now?”

Sophia smirked, nudging Manon’s arm. “We’re just saying—it’s cute.”

Lara, who had been casually sipping from a coconut drink, grinned. “I bet if we gave the number to Yoonchae, she’d text for you.”

Manon shot up. “Don’t you dare.”

Too late. Yoonchae lunged. Manon yelped, rolling away, clutching her phone to her chest. The group burst into laughter, watching as Manon scrambled across the towel, nearly tripping over her own feet.

Then, as if summoned by the chaos, a familiar voice called out.

“Everything okay over there?”

Manon froze. The girls did too. They turned toward the voice—only to see the surfer—Y/n, standing a few feet away, a towel draped over their shoulder, board tucked under one arm, grinning.

Oh, come on.

Yoonchae, ever the agent of chaos, whispered, “Fate is forcing you to deal with this.”

Manon cleared her throat, brushing the sand off her legs as she stood. “Uh, yeah, everything’s fine.”

The surfer raised an eyebrow. “Looked like you were about to get tackled.”

“That’s just a regular day with them.” Manon shot a glare at the girls, who all feigned innocence. She turned back to Y/n, suddenly hyperaware of how golden their skin looked in the sunset glow. “So… still catching waves?”

They shook their head, stepping closer. “Nah, I was actually about to head out. But, uh…” They rubbed the back of their neck, glancing at her phone. “I was kinda waiting for you to text.”

Manon’s heart did a weird little flip.

Megan audibly gasped behind her.

Sophia whispered, “Oh my god.”

Daniela grinned. “Busted.”

Manon, ignoring them entirely, fought to keep her usual cool demeanor. “Oh, were you?”

Y/n chuckled. “Yeah. But I guess I should’ve just come over sooner.” They tilted their head, teasing. “Unless you were having second thoughts?”

Manon scoffed. “Me? Second thoughts? Never.”

The surfer smirked. “Good.” Then, they pulled a marker from their pocket, plucked Manon’s hand from her side, and wrote something across her palm.

A time. A place.

“Meet me there,” they said, tapping her wrist lightly before stepping back.

And with that, they turned and walked away, disappearing toward the parking lot.

Manon stared at her palm.

The girls exploded.

Megan grabbed Manon’s shoulders. “Did that just happen?”

Daniela wheezed, clutching her stomach. “Oh, this is historic.”

Yoonchae pointed at Manon’s expression. “You’re blushing!”

Manon quickly wiped her hand over her face. “Am not.”

Lara just sighed dramatically. “Well, well, well, Miss Flirt finally met her match.”

Manon ignored them, but even she couldn’t hide the growing grin.

She had a date.

And for once?

She really cared about this one.

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Manon could still feel the warmth of the surfer’s touch lingering on her wrist, where the marker ink had dried into bold, black digits. She stared at it like it held the secrets of the universe, her brain short-circuiting at the casual yet undeniably flirty way they had given her a place and time to meet.

The girls? They were losing their minds.

Sophia had her hands clasped together dramatically. “A summer romance in Spain? This is the kind of content we deserve.”

Megan leaned in, arms crossed, grinning. “And here I thought you were all talk, Bannerman.”

“I am all talk,” Manon grumbled, still trying to process the fact that for the first time in forever, she was on the receiving end of the game she usually played.

Daniela was cackling. “You looked shook. Like, completely and utterly—”

“—stunned,” Lara finished, sipping from her coconut drink. “Which is hilarious, by the way.”

Yoonchae, of course, was recording. “This is prime content. I mean, Manon being flustered? I have to document this.”

Manon groaned, hiding her face behind her hands. “I hate all of you.”

“No, you love us,” Megan corrected. “And you also love the fact that you just got asked out by a very, very attractive surfer.”

The mere mention of it sent a jolt of nervous excitement down Manon’s spine. She wasn’t used to feeling like this—like she was the one caught off guard like she was the one left scrambling for a response. It was infuriating. And, maybe, a little thrilling.

Lara raised an eyebrow at Manon’s dazed expression. “So, are you gonna go?”

Manon scoffed, sitting up straighter. “Of course I’m going.” She waved her hand dramatically. “What kind of coward do you think I am?”

Sophia smirked. “The kind that got flustered over one line?”

“I was not flustered.”

“You stuttered.”

Manon scowled. “Okay, so what? Maybe they just—caught me off guard.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “It was unexpected.”

Megan nudged her. “Unexpectedly hot?”

Manon bit the inside of her cheek.

Yeah. Maybe a little.

But she wasn’t about to let them have the satisfaction of knowing that.

Lara checked her phone. “You do realize your date is in, like, an hour, right?”

The word date sent another rush of nerves through Manon’s stomach. She looked down at her outfit—shorts and her slightly melted ice cream-stained tank top from earlier. “Okay, yeah, no, I need to change.”

“Oh, so you care about how you look for them?” Yoonchae teased.

Manon pointed at her. “Shut up.”

But the girls just laughed, already knowing—they had her.

And there was no getting out of this one.

————————-

An hour later, Manon found herself standing on the beach, dressed in a white linen shirt—left open over her swimsuit—and a pair of jean shorts. Her braids rested against her shoulders— out of the ponytail she had earlier— and she was already regretting the decision to wear something remotely nice, considering the ocean breeze was doing everything in its power to mess with her look.

The sun had just started to set, casting golden hues over the waves, and she scanned the shoreline, searching for them.

Her heart did a weird little thing in her chest when she spotted Y/n.

The surfer was standing near the lifeguard tower, board tucked under one arm, wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt that exposed just enough tan skin to make Manon question whether or not she was about to actually have a heart attack.

As if sensing her gaze, they turned—and grinned.

Oh, hell.

Manon barely had a second to compose herself before they were walking toward her, sun-kissed and effortlessly confident.

“You came,” Y/n said, voice smooth with amusement.

Manon scoffed, masking her nerves. “You say that like I had a choice.”

The surfer raised an eyebrow. “You did have a choice.”

Manon shrugged, crossing her arms. “Well, maybe I was just curious.”

Y/n chuckled. “Curious about what?”

“You.” The answer slipped out before she could even think twice about it. Damn it.

The surfer’s grin widened, and Manon swore she saw a spark of something playful in their gaze. “So that’s how it is?”

Manon huffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please. You were the one staring first.”

“Was I?”

“Yes.”

Y/n tilted their head, pretending to think about it. “Can you blame me?”

And there it was. The full-circle moment.

Manon felt the heat rise to her cheeks, but she refused to be the one caught off guard again. So, she took a step closer, her signature smirk creeping back onto her face. “You know, I’m starting to think you planned all of this.”

The surfer met her gaze, completely unfazed. “And what if I did?”

Manon opened her mouth, ready with a witty comeback—only to realize she didn’t have one.

For the second time in one day, she was speechless.

And judging by the way they were looking at her, they knew it too.

Manon had played this game a hundred times before. But tonight?

She might’ve just met her match.

————————-

Manon had never been so aware of her own heartbeat before.

Y/n was watching her like they already knew they had the upper hand. And the worst part? Manon let them.

“Oh? No witty comeback?” They teased, tilting their head slightly. “That’s not like you.”

Manon could have recovered. She should have recovered. But there was something about the way they looked under the fading sun, with the salt in their hair and that damn confidence, that had her completely thrown off.

She cleared her throat, trying to find some way to regain control of the conversation. “You seem pleased with yourself right now.”

Y/n smirked. “I mean, I did just make the great Manon Bannerman speechless. That’s a win in my book.”

Manon rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight back the smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Oh? So you do want to keep talking to me?”

God. They were impossible.

Before Manon could come up with a response, the sound of someone snickering caught her attention.

She didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

When she finally did, her suspicion was confirmed—Megan, Daniela, Lara, Yoonchae, and Sophia were all huddled a few feet away, very clearly spying on them.

Megan cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted—

“Kiss them, coward!”

Manon choked on air.

Y/n, meanwhile, just laughed. “Your friends are fun.”

“They’re menaces,” Manon groaned, sending the girls a glare. But it didn’t work—if anything, they just laughed harder.

The surfer hummed, glancing between Manon and her friends before taking a small step closer. “You know…” they mused, voice lower now, teasing. “They might be onto something.”

Manon’s breath hitched.

And just like that, the ball was in her court.

She narrowed her eyes, studying them carefully. “You sure you can handle that?” she asked, feigning confidence.

Y/n grinned. “Try me.”

The challenge was set.

And Manon never backed down from a challenge. She could hear her own pulse as she met the surfer’s steady gaze. The daring smirk on their lips told her they knew exactly what they were doing.

She could still hear her members laughing from behind her. Megan was practically crying at this point, clutching onto Yoonchae, who was gasping for air between her own giggles.

“Come on, Manon! What happened to all that confidence?” Daniela teased.

“You guys are the worst,” Manon muttered under her breath, but it only made her friends louder.

Y/n, however, wasn’t distracted. They just leaned in a little closer, their voice smooth as ever. “So? What’s it gonna be, Bannerman?”

Manon sucked in a breath.

She couldn’t back down now.

With her heart pounding, she lifted a hand, gently curling her fingers around the surfer’s necklace, tugging them just a little closer. Their eyes widened slightly, caught off guard—but they didn’t pull away.

That was all Manon needed.

She smirked. “I don’t think you’re ready for me.”

Y/n tilted their head, amusement flickering in their eyes. “Oh, I know I am.”

Before Manon could process that, a loud whoop broke through the tension.

“JUST KISS ALREADY!” Lara shouted, practically jumping up and down.

Manon groaned, finally pulling away and pinching the bridge of her nose. “I hate you all.”

The surfer just laughed. “Alright, alright. I won’t push my luck,” they said. Then, with an easy grin, Y/n reached into the pocket of their board shorts and pulled out a marker. “But how about this?”

Manon raised a brow as they took her hand and, without hesitation, wrote something across her palm.

When they finished, they capped the marker and tucked it away again before flashing her a wink. “You can decide later if you’re ready for me.”

Manon blinked.

She—

What—

Sofia screamed.

Daniela dropped to the sand.

Megan was hitting Lara’s shoulder, chanting, “This is a movie, this is a movie.”

Manon?

Manon just stared at her palm as the surfer threw her a final grin and walked back toward the waves.

And for the first time in her life…

She had no idea what to say.

Bonus Chapter:

On the next day, the sun was low, casting a golden hue over the waves as Manon sat on the edge of the ice cream stand’s counter, idly swinging her legs. The others had taken a break, sprawled out on the sand nearby, watching the ocean shimmer under the setting sun.

But Manon’s focus wasn’t on the horizon.

Her eyes kept flicking toward the water, searching for a familiar silhouette.

Megan noticed first. “Looking for someone?” she teased, nudging Lara, who immediately caught on and grinned.

Manon scoffed, playing it off. “Please. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.” Sofia smirked. “Then why do you keep looking at the water like you’re in some romance drama?”

Daniela gasped, dramatically clutching her chest. “The ocean took my love, but I will wait for them forever!” she recited, mimicking a swooning heroine.

The group burst into laughter, and Manon rolled her eyes. “You guys are impossible.”

But before they could tease her further, a familiar voice cut through the air.

“Miss me already?”

Manon froze.

The girls’ eyes went wide as they whipped their heads toward the voice.

Standing there—dripping wet, sun-kissed, and grinning like they knew exactly what they were doing—was Y/n.

Holding two popsicles.

One of them was already in their mouth, and the other… they held out toward Manon. “Figured I’d return the favor since you work so hard handing these out.”

Manon blinked at the offering.

Then at their barely buttoned beach shirt.

Then at their still dripping hair.

Then back at their mouth, where they were lazily licking at their own popsicle.

Oh.

Manon’s brain short-circuited.

Megan squeaked. Daniela punched Lara’s arm. Sofia hid behind Yoonchae, who was just staring in silent amazement.

Y/n raised a brow. “You good?”

Manon snapped out of it. “What— I— Yeah! Of course.” She cleared her throat, reaching out to take the popsicle. Their fingers brushed, and she swore the heat wasn’t just from the sun anymore.

The surfer smirked. “Glad to hear it.”

Then, before she could even think of something cool to say, they leaned in slightly, dropping their voice just for her.

“I’m still waiting for that call, by the way.”

And just like that—just as casually as they arrived—they walked away.

Leaving Manon staring at the popsicle in her hand like it held all the answers in the universe.

Silence.

And then—

Screaming.

“OH MY GOD.”

“MANON, YOU’RE BLUSHING—”

“SHE’S SO GONE FOR THEM—”

“CALL THEM NOW.”

Manon groaned, dragging a hand over her face. “I hate you all.”

But the little smile on her lips?

Yeah.

She wasn’t fooling anyone.

[i2rizz]

You responded so quickly and it was great! Thank you~!

How would Kaiser, Rin and Sae react to being annihilated in Pool/Poker/Darts/Arcade game/whatever by someone who claims they 'aren't really competitive'?

Hope you have a great day today!

Bllk Boys Being Annihilated in Games by Someone Who Claims They "Aren't Really Competitive"

I was like that one light yagami meme "dont laugh, you cant laugh yet" while writing this lol

Enjoy!

Kaiser, Rin, Sae

|masterlist

Kaiser – Pool Game Disaster

Kaiser was cocky. Too cocky.

The second his opponent—a chill, seemingly nonchalant player—claimed, “I’m not really competitive,” you knew this was about to be humiliating. Kaiser, however, smirked, twirling the cue in his fingers.

“Don’t cry when I win,” he winked at you.

The match started. His opponent casually lined up a shot, barely even aiming—CRACK! The cue ball shot across the table, sinking three balls in one go.

Kaiser’s smirk faltered.

Ten minutes later, he was staring at the eight ball rolling neatly into the corner pocket. Game over.

“...Huh?”

The “non-competitive” opponent merely shrugged. “Guess I got lucky.”

You, watching from the sidelines, tried so hard not to laugh. Kaiser turned to you, eyes wide, looking personally offended by reality itself.

“I—No, no, that was a fluke. Rematch.”

“You just lost, bro,” the opponent said, stretching.

You leaned over to Kaiser, whispering, “Guess you’re not as much of a genius at everything, huh?”

Kaiser ran a hand through his hair, muttering something in German under his breath. He was flustered, frustrated, and 100% in denial.

“...Best of three,” he insisted, grabbing a cue.

Oh, this was gonna be fun.

Rin – Poker Face Destroyed

Rin hated losing. Period.

But today? It was brutal.

You and Rin had been invited to a casual poker night, where his opponent—a relaxed, half-smiling guy—claimed, “I don’t really take poker seriously.”

Rin scoffed. “Good.”

Ten minutes in, Rin was already down bad. The not competitive opponent had obliterated him with an impossible bluff, a straight flush, and the most insufferable poker face ever.

You sipped your drink, watching Rin’s jaw tighten as another round was lost.

“Damn, again?” the opponent chuckled. “You’re kinda easy to read.”

Rin’s eye twitched.

His opponent stacked another pile of chips. “Maybe poker’s not your game.”

Rin’s grip on his cards tightened so hard they nearly crumpled. You swore you saw smoke coming from his ears.

“One more round.”

“Rin, sweetie, maybe we should—”

He turned to you, eyes dark. “One. More. Round.”

Oh boy. This was going to be painful.

Sae – Darts? No. War.

Sae thought he was untouchable.

That confidence made watching him get annihilated even funnier.

His opponent—a laid-back, half-bored guy—claimed, “I’m not really that into darts.”

Sae, barely looking up, scoffed. “Then this’ll be quick.”

It was quick.

For the other guy.

The first throw? Bullseye.

Second? Bullseye.

Third? Triple bullseye.

Sae slowly turned his head. His eyes, usually unreadable, were slightly widened in pure disbelief.

“No way,” he muttered.

“Damn, that was clean,” you commented, hiding your grin.

Sae narrowed his eyes at you.

His opponent simply shrugged. “Guess I got lucky.”

Sae, gripping his dart like a dagger, missed his next throw completely.

Silence.

You burst out laughing.

Sae turned to glare at you, cheeks slightly red. “Stop laughing.”

“I can’t,” you wheezed. “You—You missed!”

Sae rubbed his temple, trying not to strangle you and the entire darts game itself.

This was the most fun you’d had in ages.

-------

Who took the loss worst?

A) Kaiser – Denial. Rematch after rematch. Cried in German.

B) Rin – Anger. Might have thrown the poker deck. Might also now hate poker forever.

C) Sae – Silent rage. Will train at darts for the next six months just for revenge.

Either way, you were having the time of your life.

[formulaonecrumbs]

lando with a shorter plus size girl !

you make me feel steady 🌊

Lando Norris x (short)plus-size!reader

summary: lando drags reader into silly adventures, where playful teasing turns into quiet reassurance when her insecurities slip through.

warnings: body image insecurity, self-deprecating thoughtsas, very light cursing

A/N: thank u for the request anon!! i wrote two cuz the first one wasn’t too much about either of what u asked and i wasn’t sure if it was enough, so i just wrote another one too (the first one was too cute to get rid of) i hope it’s to ur liking, but feedback is always welcome! oh also, it’s not explicitly said that they’re dating but they’re in that in between phase (at least in the first one) love u babieesss ☺️☺️

༻ ❤︎︎ ༺

“lando, what the fuck is this?”

you’re standing in the middle of a go-kart track. in your pajamas. in crocs. with a juice box in hand. because ten minutes ago, you were in bed. and now? now you’re watching lando norris try not to laugh as he holds up a spare helmet.

“a date,” he says proudly.

“it’s midnight.”

“it’s called spontaneity, ever heard of it?” he tosses you the helmet. you drop it.

you squint at him. “did you seriously drag me out of my apartment just to lose to me in a go-kart?”

“you wish.” he points at your crocs. “also, what are those?”

“what are those?” you mimic him, jabbing a finger at his socks and sandals combo. “this is why you’re single, norris.”

“i’m single because i have standards.”

“you mean delusions.”

he gasps like you just insulted his mother. “you’re shorter than a traffic cone and built like a snack—”

“that better be a compliment.”

“obviously.” he grins, leaning against the kart like he’s posing for GQ. “you’re hot. i just didn’t know you were also slow.”

“you’re gonna be eating my dust,” you snap, stepping into the kart like it’s a battlefield.

he raises a brow. “don’t you need a stool or something?”

you flip him off. he looks like he’s about to propose.

༻ ❤︎︎ ༺

fifteen minutes later, you’re zooming past him with an evil laugh that echoes across the empty track.

“you said you’ve never done this before!” he yells over the sound of tires screeching.

“i lied!” you shout back.

he looks so betrayed, you almost crash from laughing too hard.

when the race ends, you’ve lapped him twice. he’s slumped over his steering wheel, dramatically pretending to sob.

“need a tissue, champ?” you smirk.

“no, but i need therapy after this humiliation.”

“i’ll bill you.” you hop out of your kart with a victorious twirl. it’s more of a stumble, really, but you play it off.

he watches you with that lopsided grin—the one that makes your heart do things it’s not supposed to.

“what?” you ask.

he shrugs. “nothing. just thinking about how i’m gonna marry you one day.”

you blink. “bit bold after i destroyed you.”

“exactly. i only fall for winners.” he walks over and bumps your shoulder, eyes twinkling. “also, you look ridiculously cute in crocs. i’m kind of obsessed.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“i know.”

you take a sip of your juice box and smirk. “rematch next week?”

he nods. “and maybe brunch after?”

“only if you don’t cry this time.”

“no promises.”

༻ ❤︎︎ ༺

“you know i’m not getting in that thing, right?”

lando stops mid-step, one leg already in his kayak, and looks at you like you just told him you hate puppies.

“what do you mean not getting in? you’re the one who said you wanted to do something ‘naturey.’ this is peak naturey.”

“i meant, like… looking at ducks. from land.” you gesture at the wobbly kayak with suspicion. “this is water death.”

he grins. “you’re being dramatic.”

you cross your arms. “i’m not built for boats, lando.”

his face softens a bit, but he keeps it playful. “you think the kayak’s gonna judge you?”

“i think you’re gonna judge me.”

that makes him pause.

you look away, fidgeting with the sleeve of your oversized hoodie. “i just… it’s dumb. i know. but i’m not exactly the ‘tiny bikini instagram model kayaking at sunrise’ type. i’m more of a ‘sitting on a picnic blanket with snacks and good lighting’ kind of vibe.”

he tilts his head. “so you’re saying you’re the ideal type?”

you huff out a laugh, but it doesn’t fully reach your eyes. he notices. of course he does.

“hey.” he walks over, tugging gently on your sleeve so you look at him. “i don’t like you despite your body, okay? i like you because of everything that makes you you. your laugh. your brain. the way you trash-talk me when i deserve it. and yeah, your body too—because have you seen yourself?”

you raise a brow. “that’s your pep talk?”

“you want me to get sappy? i will get sappy. i will write you a poem right now. it won’t rhyme and it’ll probably be about bread, but i’ll do it.”

you finally smile. “a bread poem?”

“you are the baguette to my butter,” he begins dramatically. “the cinnamon roll of my soul—”

“lando.”

“the toasty bagel of my affection.”

“lando.”

he grins. “there’s that smile.”

you shake your head, but you let him help you into the kayak anyway. you wobble, you squeal, and you curse his name twice, but he’s steady behind you, making sure you’re okay.

“see?” he murmurs once you’re both settled. “told you you’re perfect boat material.”

you lean back against him. “you’re lucky you’re charming.”

“and you’re lucky you’re hot,” he whispers, all cocky and smug like he didn’t just absolutely ruin your inner monologue.

you elbow him. softly.

he kisses your temple anyway.

THE END :>

[spencereidluver]

B is for Boy Genius?

july 23, 2008

summary: You outsmart Spencer in one of his most talented subjects: Poker. Derek officially removes his "Boy Genius" title, effectively aggravating sans-poker-champ Spencer. And someone is a little hot when he's angry...

word count: 2k

warnings: none really, some friendly bullying of Spencer by Derek but nothing that isn't normal in the show.

“Straight flush.” Spencer says with a grin. He’s been in the BAU going on 5 years, and has yet to be beaten at poker by anyone.

“Oh, Spencer,” you lean in toward him and flatten your cards on the table. “Royal. Flush.”

“What? No way.” He speaks before he can even look at your cards. “Oh my god.”

“How’s it feel to be beaten at your own game?”

“I want a rematch. Outside dealer.” He passes the deck to Derek, who is sitting at his desk across the aisle. 

“Pretty boy got beat, huh?” Derek says, beginning to shuffle the cards. He deals them out, planting a little kiss on the last card he hands you. “Good luck, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart is what Derek has called you since you joined the team. At first you thought it was a little weird, but by now you’re used to it. And to be honest, it’s one of the more normal names he calls his coworkers. So you lucked out there. 

You see Spencer smirk, he probably has a good hand. Well, maybe not. He’s always had a pretty good poker face, no pun intended. 

“What’s going on?” Rossi says as he makes his way out of his office to see Derek, JJ, and Emily all surrounding you and Spencer. 

“Oh, pretty boy and girl genius here are having a poker-off.” Derek says. That’s the first time you’ve ever been called girl genius, it makes you feel a small tingle in your stomach. You look up at the former boy genius in front of you, he’s got a rosy blush on his cheeks and spreading across his nose and down his neck. His pupils have dilated. Oh... Maybe he’s just nervous. . .

“Spencer here just lost his first poker game.” Emily says, giving him a pat on the shoulder. It makes him jump. 

“First and only.” Spencer testified. He clenches his jaw, making a small dimple appear. “Full house.” He slams his cards down and looks toward you with a smile. 

You click your tongue. Rossi has now appeared and is watching from behind Spencer’s shoulder. Locking eyes with him, you slide his cards to the side. “Four of a kind.” you say as you sit each card down one by one. 

Spencer’s eyes all but come out of his skull. Derek erupts in laughter, “Dethroned,” he manages to say. He ruffles Spencer’s hair. “How’s it feel having a new genius around?”

“I’m impressed.” Spencer tells you, ignoring Derek’s provoking remarks. “Where’d you learn that?”

“Oh you know, picked it up during my college years.” You say, shrugging your shoulders and giving him a half-mouthed smirk. 

The crowd of your coworkers fades out, and everyone gets back to work. Your desk being directly across from Spencer’s, you see him studying the cards through the pile of binders and Manilla folders between the two of you.

“I still can’t believe you won. Twice,” he looks up from his desk to say. 

“You just can’t give up the crown, can you, Spence?” You respond. 

_____

You get up from your desk to go get your lunch from the breakroom. With a morning filled with poker and getting a solid new nickname, you’ve worked up quite an appetite. Upon opening the door, you bump shoulders with JJ, who is making her way out. 

“Woah there, girl genius,” she says. “Watch where you’re going there.”

“Sorry JJ, the genius doesn’t come equipped with self-steering.” You joked. 

Spencer is standing at the counter stirring a coffee. His head turned toward you as you walked in the room, causing him to lose control of his hands and the coffee-coated spoon went flying. 

“Nor hand eye coordination.” Emily laughs from the table in the corner. 

“Shut up.” Spencer mumbles, wiping the small mess he made up with a paper towel. “You know, the average win rate for professional poker players is only 47%.” 

“Well, as of right now, y/n’s is 100.” Emily pats his shoulder once again as she walks past him and out the door, leaving you and Spencer alone. 

“I don’t understand why everyone is making such a big deal of this little poker thing.” He says, a little annoyed.  

You walk behind him and open the fridge. “It’s all in good fun, Spence. We all know you’re still the smartest by a long shot.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. Like, why has everyone been bringing it back up. I lost a game, big deal.”

“I think everyone is just surprised is all. I mean, you haven’t lost a game in five years, Spence. That's a long time.”

“Not really. Considering most of the people here are in their thirties, that’s only 1.5% of their life-“

You interrupt him. “But, they’ve only worked here since they were about 25, making that their entire time here.”

Spencer’s mouth drops wide open. He cannot believe you caught that. Especially before him. “I- Wow. I guess you’re right." He looks defeated, tensing his shoulders and taking a heavy breath.

"You're still the smartest person I know, Spence." You try to make him feel better. The corners of his mouth turn up in what would not quite be classified as a smile. "And the whole team agrees with me, they're just trying to get under your skin."

He giggles and makes a disgusted face. "Ew. You didn't have to word it like that, y/n. I've lost my appetite." He pushes his coffee away and grins.

You quickly grab a straw from the small four compartment organizer to your right, sticking it in the cup and taking a sip out of it. You swallow, blinking aggressively. "Spencer, how many sugars did you put in here?" He'd been autonomously opening and pouring in sugar packets since the conversation began.

He glances in the small garbage bin beneath his feet. "Um, thirteen." He says, pressing his lips together forming the "white people" smile.

_____

You walk in the office slightly later than your normal time. You took a detour to the local supermarket in order to pick up some yogurt for lunch, getting sidetracked by a t-shirt you found on the end-cap of an isle.

You grabbed the t-shirt and two bottles of coffee and hurried to the register, completely forgetting the yogurt you made the trip for in the first place.

As you reach your car, you toss your knitted bag, now filled with coffee and a t-shirt, into your passenger seat and quickly climb inside.

The office is about 2 minutes from the supermarket. As you drive, you play with the fabric of the black shirt peeking out of the bag. You wonder when you're going to have a chance to put it on.

As you pull into the parking lot of the BAU, you see Spencer hustling in. He must be running late. Odd. He was never late. Never. You saw Spencer’s rare fault as the perfect moment, and slipped your sweater off in the driver’s seat of your car. You slid the black tshirt over your bra, pulling the button up sweater over your shoulders and fastening all but the top button. You grabbed your bag, sliding it over your left shoulder and exited your car, shuffling in. 

You met Spencer at the elevator, unsure how you both got there at the same time as he’d entered the building a good two minutes before you. 

“Good morning, Spence,” you said and smiled at him.

“Mornin’, y/n. How are you?” He responded.

“I’m good, how about you?”

“I’m okay, I was running late this morning and didn’t have time to get my coffee, but other than that I’m doing well.”

You thought about the glass bottle in your bag. You knew grabbing two would be a good idea. You looked up at the tall man, feeling small as he glanced down toward you. “I stopped by the market this morning, I picked up an extra coffee. I was going to just save it for tomorrow, but you’re welcome to have it.” 

“Oh, are you sure, y/n? Don’t feel like you have to give up your coffee because I was up all night.”

You wondered why he was up all night. What could’ve been on his mind that kept him up so late? You gestured the bottle over to him, smiling as he took it from your grasp.

“Thank you, y/n. I owe you for this one.”

The elevator door opened and the two of you began walking down the hall to the BAU room. Spencer opens his coffee, a satisfying “pop” sound as the seal of the lid breaks. You pull the glass door open and hold it for him as he takes his first sip. He scurries through and you follow, pulling your own coffee from your bag. 

“Well, well, well,” Derek announced loud enough the whole building could hear. “Look who finally decided to show up to work.”

“Shut up,” Spencer retaliated.

“I didn’t know coffee was on the new genius this morning. Where’s mine, y/n?” Derek joked, smirking at Spencer.

You could tell this one stung a little bit. Spencer knew it was all fun and games, but having his one strong suit, in his mind anyways, be taken away from him hurt. You rolled your eyes and hurried over to your desk, sitting your bag down on the files you’d yet to fill out. You looked up, expecting Spencer to be at the table across from you, but he wasn’t. He’d walked away. You sighed and got to work.

Spencer returned about half an hour later, sitting down at his desk without even acknowledging you. He began aggressively writing on his paperwork, so aggressively that his hand veins protruded and knuckles turned white. By the clench of his jaw, you knew he was probably a little upset by the interaction with Derek earlier, so you decided now would be the perfect time to unveil your purchase from this morning. 

You stood up, unbuttoning your sweater and slowly worked your way toward Spencer. You grabbed the deck of playing cards from his desk, drawing the man’s attention. He glanced up at you with a slightly raised eyebrow. Leaning down close to his ear, you whispered, “follow me.” 

He shivered as the heat of your voice hit the back of his neck, but obliged. You took him up the stairs to the half floor located in front of Hotch’s office. “Just go with it, okay?” You said to him. He looked confused, but nodded in agreement despite.

You loudly cleared your throat, attention from the floor below turned toward you. You held up the deck of cards. You made sure your shirt was visible and gently brushed your side against the man who stood next to you.

“I would like to re-declare Dr. Spencer Reid as certified office genius. After further research, he has proven himself worthy of the title.” You announced to the rest of the team who had their full attention on you. Spencer smiled.

“You’re too kind,” Spencer said, leaning down to take a peek at your shirt that he’d noticed you’d paid extra attention to. He couldn’t quite see it as half of it was wrinkled from the curves of your body and the guard rail was disturbing his view as he leaned forward. He grabbed your shoulders and gently twisted them to face him. His eyes met your breasts, despite knowing he was just reading the vinyl words, you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up a little bit. You knew everyone in the office was watching you guys as well, making you even warmer. Spencer’s cheeks had a small hint of rose to them as well as he mouthed the words on your shirt.

“I’m with genius,” he whispered under his breath. A smile took over his face, but it slowly faded as he realized he was still holding on to your shoulders. He felt his cheeks grow red and he quickly pulled his arms back down to his side. 

You opened your mouth to begin speaking, but right when the words were about to come out, the door to Hotch’s office swung open and he came barreling through, files in hand.

“Sorry to ruin the fun guys, but we have a case.”

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next chapter: C is for Case by Case

other parts: Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

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a/n: okay i guess that one was kind of boring too.. but i kinda wanna set some tension and some story lines before we just jump in you know... since this chapter was pretty long, the next chapter is going to be a short little filler chapter of a conversation with you, spencer, and hotch. I hope you guys are enjoying so far :)

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[chimckenns]

“Hey Darlin’.” [kiss]

“Mmm. Gotta love the smell of black coffee.”

“Want some?” [laughs] “Oh, you want me to put some sugar in it?”

“Sweet as ever, Darlin’.”

“Shut up. Nothing wrong with being sappy. I’m in love.” [kiss] “Yes, with you.” [kiss] “I love you.”

“You feel so warm in my arms.”

“I love your kisses.”

“Mmm, your lips taste like heaven.”

“You look beautiful. Yes, even now.” [kiss] “You look beautiful all the time, Darlin’. But especially now. All warm and tucked in.” [chuckle, kiss] “So cute.”

“You take my breath away.”

“What’s a Bluetooth? Do my teeth look blue?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just admiring the work of art in front of me.”

“Oh! Mmm.” [kiss] “Well now it’s a good morning.”

“I’ll do everything I can to keep that smile on your face. You deserve the world, Darlin.”

“What? Can’t a man touch what’s his?” [smack from Darlin’] “Ow!” [chuckles]

“No, I don’t need sleep. But I like sleeping with you. Any time spent with you is worth it. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

[laughs] “Hey, you told me to practice, so I did! Maybe I beat you because you actually suck at the game. Oh yes, I did just say that.” [laughs] “Sure, sure. We can do a rematch.”

“Of course I still buy groceries. I need to keep you alive, after all. God knows you won’t cook proper food for yourself if I wasn’t here.” [kiss] “And I love cooking for my mate.”

“I know you’re strong. That doesn’t mean you have to hide your weakness all the time, Darlin’. I love you. Let me help.”

“We’re forever, Darlin’. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I don’t care if you’re a vampire or not. I love you for being you.”

“No matter what you choose to do, imma be right there by your side. I promise, Darlin’.”

“I love you.”

Bits and bobs. Made up quotes by me <3

[kairoot]

★ BRING THE HEAT — 이희승.

⤷ y/n has always disliked heeseung, the arrogant rising star of the racing scene. she especially dislikes him when he beats her brother in the city’s street racing round and takes it upon herself to do a rematch and race him. but when she gets herself stuck in a predicament, her enemy is the only one who can save her. maybe there’s more to heeseung than just his big ego.

racer!heeseung x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 angst + fluff + e2l 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 swearing, illegal racing, heeseung’s a bit cocky, racing gets a lil dangerous, etc .

“I’ll be fine, Y/N,” Your brother said, adjusting the buckle on his jacket. You sighed at his words, giving up on your pep talk. You’d been nagging him about the race all week and how you didn’t want him competing in it. Mostly because of your shared enemy and the city’s hottest racer, Heeseung. The way Heeseung raced compared to others was dangerous and your brother knew it. He was just stubborn. You knew he only wanted to win and show off but you were more concerned for his safety. He just couldn’t see that.

“You worry too much, sis’.”

He ruffled your hair before walking off to his car, grabbing the rest of his gear. The race started in an hour so you both had plenty of time to prepare. It’s not like you were racing. You just liked to help your brother get ready and be the one to cheer him on.

As you scanned the parking lot, you spotted Heeseung pulling in, the sleek red S2K rolling to a stop with a rev of the engine. Your jaw clenched as you watched him step out of the car, his signature smirk already plastered on his face. The small crowd of people who arrived early had began to cheer and he of course, soaked it all in, behaving as if he had won already.

Your heart tightened. You hated how nonchalant he was and how effortlessly he moved through the scene. The way his confidence seemed to fill the air. Heeseung was reckless, pushing limits in a way that made you anxious. You could only think about the close call encounters that him and your brother had before.

“Y/N?” Your brother’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He was already seated in his car, ready to go. “You good?”

You gave him a forced smile. “Yeah, just… watching him.” You muttered, gesturing towards Heeseung, who was now chatting with others in the crowd. His voice a low hum of confidence.

Your brother followed your gaze, shaking his head. “He’s all talk,” he said. “Don’t let ‘em get to you.”

You weren’t so sure, though. Every time Heeseung stepped onto the track, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this time would be different—that this time, your brother wouldn’t go home without a scar.

Before you could say anything, Heeseung turned his attention on you, catching your eyes from across the parking lot. For a moment, his smirk faltered as his eyes scanned you up and down. But then it was back, sharper than ever.

You crossed your arms, your stomach now doing backflips. “Hey, sweetheart,” he called out, turning to stride over to you with that signature cocky grin. “You gonna stand there all night or are you actually gonna cheer for big bro this time?”

You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer to your brother’s car. “You’re gonna lose this time, Lee.” You shot back, not bothering to hide the frustration in your voice.

Heeseung’s smirk widened, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Oh yeah?”

You gave him a nod, arms remaining crossed as you stood your ground.

“We’ll see about that.” He said smoothly, then glanced at your brother, nodding towards him. “Good luck, bro. You’re gonna need it.”

With that, he turned to you, sending a wink in your direction before walking off and disappearing into the crowd. You couldn’t help but feel the tension in the air as the race drew closer. Your brother had a chance at winning, but Heeseung’s chance was more likely.

As of right now, you couldn’t stop thinking about how dangerous this race could get.

An hour later, you were standing behind the wire fence, sweating out of fear. Heeseung and your brother’s car were lined up at the start line, engines revving. A loud horn blared, signaling the beginning of the race. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the thumping in your chest.

The countdown began. The seconds ticked by as both males prepared to speed off. The crowd’s cheers seemed to grow louder as Heeseung’s eyes flickered over to you for a moment, flashing his pearly smile. His gaze was sharp as he revved his engine loud purposely, making everyone go crazy.

You felt your heart race as the signal flashed and the cars tore down the track, their engines screaming with raw power. For the first lap, it was neck and neck. Heeseung, as usual, was taking risks, pushing his car past its limits as he swerved past your brother. You bit your lip, watching nervously.

Your brother was holding his own, but Heeseung showed no signs of slowing down. Each time they came close to one another, the tension in your chest tightened.

“He’s going too fast…” you whispered under your breath, watching as Heeseung’s car brushed dangerously close to the side of your brother’s.

Then, without warning, Heeseung cut across your brother’s path, forcing him to brake hard. Your stomach dropped as the back of your brother’s car skidded.

“No!” You gasped, gripping the fence. The crowd got louder again, but you could only hear the loud screeching of your brother’s tires. Heeseung, on the other hand, barely seemed affected. You glanced at him, and for a split second you could’ve sworn he smirked at you, as if he knew exactly what he’d done.

Your brother began to regain control, but you felt a wave of fear and anger roll over you.

As the cars sped off in the distance, your blood was starting to boil as you watched Heeseung’s car barrel forward, leaving your brother behind. The sharp smell of burnt rubber filled the air, mixing with thundering cheers from everyone. You gritted your teeth, hands gripping the fence harder. Heeseung was still treating the race as if it were a game. As if he didn’t just put your brother’s life at risk.

He wasn’t giving up that easily, though. You could see him pushing harder, taking more risks, trying to close the gap, but Heeseung kept dodging, using every opportunity to get ahead.

When Heeseung crossed the finish line, the crowd erupted into cheers, and a wave of disappointment flooded over you. You felt the anger rise, hot and sharp. Heeseung just stood there, his face glowing with triumph as he took off his helmet, flashing that damn smirk in your direction.

For a second, you thought about running over to him and yelling, but you didn't have the energy. Instead, you let out a frustrated breath, turning your attention back to your brother. He was still driving up to the finish line, but was slowing down now, visibly frustrated.

The crowd dispersed, and the tension in the air finally started to loosen. You moved toward the exit, needing space. You barely glanced at Heeseung as you walked past him, but his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"What’d I tell you, Y/N?” He taunted.

You spun around, fury rising in your chest. "You think this is a game?" you shot back, not bothering to hold back anymore.

"You put my brother's life at risk, and you just walk away like it's nothing!"

Heeseung's smirk only deepened, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Relax. He's fine, isn't he?" he replied, unfazed.

His calm demeanor seemed to piss you off even more, your hands coming to his chest as you shoved him.

“Y/N!” Your brother called out, trying to stop you. You continued to shove Heeseung back.

“You’re an asshole.” You pushed him one more time before his hand caught you wrist, stopping your actions. He still had that cocky expression on his face, but he didn’t say anything.

You snatched your hand away from him, not wanting to cause any more trouble. But then, an idea popped in your head.

“Race me.”

“What?” Heeseung quirked an eyebrow, looking genuinely intrigued now. “You? Race me?”

Without a word, you walked over to your bother taking the keys away from him and hopping in the car.

“Y/N, don’t do this,” he spoke, looking at you from outside the car. “It’s not worth it.”

You ignored him, sticking the key in the ignition, starting the car up.

Heeseung stood beside his car for a moment, watching you and shaking his head. He opened the door, getting into the driver’s seat, starting up his vehicle with the same confident demeanor.

The roar of the crowd still echoed in your ears as you slammed your hands on the steering wheel, frustration coursing through your veins. The finish line had come and gone, and there you were, parked on the side of the track, your brother’s car still sputtering after the race. You could barely even look at Heeseung’s car, which was parked a few feet away, with that smirk of his still etched on his face as he got out of his car, basking in the glory of yet another victory.

You pushed open the door, stepping out and slamming it shut, staring down at the engine as you popped the hood. The clutch had malfunctioned, making it nearly impossible to shift gears properly. You needed to fix it, but you were clearly out of your depth. Your hands fumbled with the tools you had, frustration bubbling over.

“Damn it…” you muttered under your breath, banging your fist lightly against the side of the hood.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Heeseung approaching. He was watching you with that cocky grin, his arms crossed over his chest, looking unbothered by the fact that he’d just won.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice smooth but teasing.

You shot him a glare, not even bothering to entertain his cockiness. “No thanks. My brother can fix this.”

Heeseung chuckled, leaning closer and looking at the gears. “You sure he has the skill to do that?”

“I said I don’t need help,” you snapped, trying to stay calm as you glanced at the clutch. “I’ll figure it out.”

Heeseung just tilted his head, his smirk never wavering. “I’ve got the tools you need, and you clearly don’t. So, you can keep screwing around, or you can let me help you.”

“I told you, my brother can fix it,” you repeated, feeling your irritation rise. There was something about the way he was standing there, so confident, so sure of himself that made you want to push back even more.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, unbothered by your stubbornness. “And he’s going to fix it in the middle of the race, huh?”

You glanced at him, biting your lip in frustration. “I don’t need you to play hero, Heeseung. I’ve got this.”

He stepped closer, leaning over to look at the part and then at you. His breath was warm against your skin, his tone low and softer now but still full of that playful edge. “I don’t think you do. It’s a simple fix. I’ve got the tools in my car. You can try to do it yourself, or you can let me help you. Your choice.”

You gritted your teeth, staring at him for a long moment. His eyes met yours, and that smirk of his was still there, like he knew he was getting to you. He was being annoying, but it wasn’t like you could deny that you could use some help.

“Fine,” you huffed, stepping back and crossing your arms. “But if you mess this up, I’m blaming you.”

Heeseung grinned, completely unfazed. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He walked over to his car, and you watched as he pulled out a toolbox. He carried it back to your brother’s car with ease, setting it down beside the hood. He dropped to a knee, taking a look at the engine, his fingers tracing the parts as he inspected the problem.

“Seems like he needs a heavier clutch,” he muttered, pulling out a few tools to replace it.

You stood there, arms crossed, trying to act like you didn’t care that he was actually pretty good at this. “I still don’t know why you’re helping me,” you muttered, mostly to yourself.

Heeseung glanced up at you with that same confident smile, his eyes flashing with amusement. “Maybe I like the challenge,” he teased, his hands working quickly and expertly as he adjusted the clutch.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re insufferable.”

Heeseung laughed under his breath as he finished the last adjustment. “All done. Should work perfectly now.”

You stepped forward, cautiously pressing the clutch, and you could feel it move smoothly this time. It was fixed. You looked at Heeseung, impressed despite yourself.

“Thanks,” you muttered, your tone softer.

Heeseung stood up, brushing off his hands and flashing you a grin. “See? Wasn’t that hard. Maybe next time, you’ll accept my help without the attitude.”

You scowled, but there was a lightness in your chest that you couldn’t deny. “Don’t push it, Heeseung,” you warned, though there was no real venom in your words.

He laughed again, packing up his toolbox. “Alright, alright. But, next time, let’s race without all the anger. Just you and me, sunshine.”

You rolled your eyes, though your heart was racing for a completely different reason now. “We’ll see,” you muttered, hoping the heat on your cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

As Heeseung walked back to his car, you felt a strange mixture of irritation and something else—a small flicker of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He turned to look at you again, sending you another wink before he walked over to a group of people, starting a conversation.

★ ★ ★

𝓂𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝓃𝑜𝑡𝑒：this should’ve been better im ngl 😔🙏🏽 but here it is! and ty to ren for helping me bc ik nothing about cars 🤍

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