#mina minecraft world

[kyunghwannie]

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Myoui Mina x Male Reader

➤ Word count: 22012 (The member was won in a poll i made before, sorry for the later update)

➤ Tags: Slightly Public Sex, Rough Face Fucking, Pussy eating, Collarbone and Navel worship, Creampie (Pussy), Anal Creampie, Doggy and Prone bone position (lots of), Outercourse (No Clothes version), Cum drinking, Excessive Squirting, Dirty Talk, Double Penetration, Switch!Mina

➤ Description: Myoui Sharon Mina. Familiar name eh? Why not? ONCEs love the elegant penguin of TWICE. Is it for her beauty/visuals, her reserved yet adoring nature? Her sensuality on stage for her dances? To each their own. But for Mina, In many things, Gaming was one of her favourite hobbies. In one video released by JYPE, she had a video of playing her favourite game "Minecraft". Despite having her own customised gaming PC for herself, there are times when she goes to new PC bang with one of TWICE's manager as security. Today was no different. Untill, she sees that the floor was empty and she turned to her side to see you finding out she had a rather intriguing attractive side mate. What happens when two gamers meet? Is it only games they will play or something else..?

The world knew Myoui Mina as TWICE’s elegant, enigmatic penguin—her delicate beauty, poised demeanor, and mesmerizing performances were enough to captivate millions. Some adored her for her stunning visuals, others for the quiet warmth she carried beneath her reserved nature. But beyond the stage, away from flashing cameras and roaring crowds, Mina had passions that felt far more personal. One of them was gaming.

In one of JYPE’s behind-the-scenes videos, fans had seen her immersed in Minecraft, effortlessly navigating the blocky landscapes with the same grace she carried on stage. What they didn’t see, however, was her excitement for a fresh, untouched server or the satisfaction of crafting a perfect world with nothing but time and creativity. It was in those moments—clicking away at her custom gaming PC—that Myoui Mina wasn’t an idol. She was just another gamer.

Still, even with a high-end setup at home, there was something irresistibly nostalgic about a PC bang—the dim neon lights, the faint scent of coffee and energy drinks, the quiet hum of countless machines running at once. It was a different kind of thrill, one she indulged in when she could. Of course, being Myoui Mina of TWICE meant she couldn’t simply walk in unnoticed. So, when a new PC bang opened up, she decided to check it out—this time, with an extra sense of security.

The low rumble of the van’s engine filled the space, the steady rhythm almost lulling her into a light daze. Mina leaned against the window, her fingers lazily tracing the cool glass as droplets of rain began to form outside. She exhaled softly. "The weather is gloomy, huh? Arasso..." Across from her, the manager chuckled while keeping his eyes on the road. "You always say that, Mina. You don’t like rainy days?"

Mina tilted her head, watching the darkening sky. "Ani, I don’t hate them… just makes everything feel slow." The manager nodded, maneuvering the van through the quiet streets. "Well, good thing we’re going somewhere fun then. This PC bang’s new, and it’s got a private section. No worries about fans suddenly recognizing you."

Mina pulled at the sleeves of her cropped jacket, letting the soft fabric bunch slightly at her wrists. Dressed in a black tank top, a greyish-silver cropped jacket, and matching sweatpants, she felt comfortably casual—an outfit that matched the laid-back anticipation bubbling beneath her usual calm.

"Mm. That’s good," she murmured, her jet-black hair falling effortlessly over her shoulders as she turned her gaze back to the window. The city lights flickered through the glass, and somewhere between the neon glow and the soft patter of rain, a small smile tugged at her lips.

A new place. A new game. She had no idea that tonight, she wasn’t the only one logging in.

The rain had settled into a light drizzle by the time the van slowed to a stop. The street outside was quiet, save for the occasional car passing by, headlights reflecting off the damp pavement. Mina glanced up at the building before her—a sleek, modern design with soft neon accents lining the entrance, giving it an almost futuristic feel.

"We're here," the manager announced, shifting the van into park before turning to face her. "They’ve already prepared everything for you upstairs. No one else will be on that floor, so you can relax."

Mina nodded, pushing open the door with practiced ease. The cool night air greeted her skin, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the van. She adjusted the fit of her greyish-silver cropped jacket, making sure it sat comfortably over her black tank top, then ran a hand through her jet-black hair, smoothing it down as she stepped onto the sidewalk.

The PC bang’s entrance glowed invitingly, a stark contrast to the gloomy weather. Through the glass doors, she could already see the lower floor—rows of high-end gaming setups illuminated by RGB lights, a few scattered gamers lost in their own worlds, fingers flying across keyboards, their faces bathed in the soft glow of their screens. The air inside carried a familiar mix of freshly brewed coffee, faint traces of snacks, and the subtle hum of machinery—a comforting blend, one she associated with hours of uninterrupted gaming.

The manager led the way, pushing open the door as a polite receptionist behind the counter gave a respectful nod. "Welcome, Miss Myoui. Your floor has been fully reserved as per request. Please, follow me."

Mina offered a small, appreciative smile before following the staff member toward the back of the room. As she walked, her sharp eyes took in the details—the modern leather seating along the walls, the discreet soundproofing panels, the warm yet vibrant lighting that made the space feel lively without being overwhelming.

A short hallway led to a private elevator, its sleek black doors sliding open with a gentle chime. Mina stepped inside, her reflection briefly staring back at her in the polished metal walls before the doors closed, and the ascent to the VIP floor began.

When the doors slid open again, Mina immediately understood why this place was different. Unlike the energetic, communal feel of the lower floor, the VIP section exuded tranquility. The lighting was softer here, casting a warm, golden glow that contrasted beautifully with the cool neon accents embedded into the walls. The air was perfectly temperature-controlled, and the faint hum of the high-performance gaming PCs blended seamlessly into the peaceful ambiance.

She stepped out, her sneakers making no sound against the plush carpeting. The space was designed for comfort and luxury without losing the essence of a true gaming haven. Large, ergonomic chairs lined the high-end setups, each desk spaced just far enough apart to ensure privacy. There were even cozy lounge areas, complete with bean bags and small coffee tables, ideal for short breaks between matches.

Mina ran her fingers lightly along the edge of a nearby desk, noting the quality of the materials. "They really went all out, huh?" she mused, her voice barely above a whisper.

The manager chuckled beside her. "TWICE’s name holds weight. When I told them who was coming, they made sure everything was top-tier." Mina sighed, dropping into one of the sleek gaming chairs, letting the memory foam cushion mold to her shape. "Feels nice."

The staff member who had escorted them earlier stepped forward. "If you need anything—food, drinks, or assistance with the equipment—please don’t hesitate to press the service button. We’ll be on standby downstairs."

Mina simply nodded, already glancing toward the monitor in front of her. The moment she settled into place, a familiar excitement bubbled beneath her usual composed exterior. She reached for the sleek mechanical keyboard, pressing a key to bring the screen to life. The monitor flickered, loading the homepage of a well-known gaming platform.

The world around her seemed to fade into the background. Here, she wasn’t Mina of TWICE—she wasn’t the poised performer with millions of eyes watching her every move. Here, she was just a gamer, ready to lose herself in a world of pixels and possibilities. What she didn’t know was that tonight, she wasn’t alone.

The rain had let up slightly by the time I arrived at the PC bang, the neon glow of the entrance reflecting off the damp pavement. I stepped inside, brushing a few stray droplets from my hoodie as the warm air of the establishment wrapped around me. The familiar scent of coffee, electronics, and a hint of instant ramen filled my senses—it was the kind of place where time disappeared, where hours melted away in the glow of monitors and the rapid clicks of mechanical keyboards.

I had been looking forward to this. A new PC bang, freshly opened, promising top-tier setups, a cozy atmosphere, and a VIP section that guaranteed privacy—exactly what I needed. I wasn’t a professional gamer or anything, but I enjoyed my fair share of gaming marathons. Having a dedicated, quiet space to lose myself in a session without distractions? Perfect.

Approaching the counter, I gave a polite nod to the young woman at reception. She was typing something on her screen, her eyes flitting back and forth between multiple windows. I could see a faint crease forming between her brows, an almost imperceptible tension in her shoulders.

"Hey," I greeted, leaning slightly against the counter. "I have a VIP reservation. Booked it a while back."

Her fingers stopped mid-type. She blinked once. Twice. Then, a look of realization—followed immediately by sheer panic—washed over her face. "Oh no…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow. "That’s not a great reaction."

She straightened quickly, forcing a tight-lipped smile that did absolutely nothing to hide her obvious distress. "Uhm, sir, could you give me just a moment?" She clicked rapidly through her system, her fingers moving almost frantically. "I… I see your booking, but there’s, uh, a situation."

I folded my arms, tilting my head. "A situation?"

She swallowed, clearly debating something internally before sighing in defeat. "I won’t lie to you. We accidentally double-booked the VIP floor today… and the other guest has already arrived."

I exhaled sharply through my nose, not in anger, but in mild exasperation. "Let me guess, they’re someone important?" She hesitated. "I… can’t disclose their name."

That was enough of an answer in itself. If she had no issue telling me about their existence but couldn’t say who they were, that meant they were high-profile. A celebrity? A streamer? Someone with influence?

I wasn’t one to make a scene over a mistake, but I also wasn’t about to just walk away. I had booked this spot well in advance for a reason. Besides, if I left now, I’d just end up back home, staring at the same old setup in my room.

"Alright," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "How about this—you take me to them, and I’ll talk to them myself?" The receptionist’s eyes widened slightly. "You… want to talk to them?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. If they’re cool with sharing, maybe we can just game together. I don’t bite." She chewed her lip, considering, before nodding. "Okay… But just so you know, they might say no."

"Then at least I tried." With that, she gestured for me to follow, leading me past the general gaming floor and toward the private elevator at the back.

As the elevator doors slid open, I immediately noticed the shift in atmosphere. The VIP floor was completely different from the main area below. The lighting was warmer, more intimate, without sacrificing the sleek, high-tech feel of a gamer’s paradise. Each station had top-of-the-line PCs, ergonomic chairs, even small lounge spaces with bean bags and plush seating for breaks between sessions. The air was quieter, almost tranquil, save for the gentle hum of high-performance machines waiting to be used.

And sitting near the far end, lost in the glow of a monitor, was someone I immediately recognized.

Myoui Mina.

I nearly stopped in my tracks. "You have got to be kidding me."

Of all the people in Seoul, of all the possible VIP guests, it just had to be her. TWICE’s elegant, quiet, insanely talented penguin. A world-renowned performer known for her grace, her stunning visuals, and, of course, her love for gaming.

The receptionist hesitated beside me, likely wondering if I was about to freak out or back out. Instead, I let out a small breath and collected myself.

"Alright," I muttered. "Let’s do this."

The receptionist approached cautiously, clearing her throat as she stopped beside Mina’s station. "Miss Myoui?"

Mina, who had been adjusting her in-game settings, turned her head slightly. Her jet-black hair fell effortlessly over one shoulder, her expression neutral but observant as she took in the sudden interruption.

"Hmm?" Her voice was soft, but firm.

The receptionist glanced at me nervously before speaking. "There’s, um… been a bit of a mix-up. This gentleman here also had a VIP booking for today, made long before we confirmed yours. We, uh… We were hoping you might be open to discussing a possible solution."

Mina’s gaze flickered to me, her deep brown eyes studying me with quiet curiosity. For a second, I wondered if she thought I was just another fan, someone who had engineered this situation on purpose just to meet her. I wasn’t. I had no idea she’d even be here tonight.

I took a step forward, offering a small, casual shrug. "Hey. I know this is sudden, and I don’t want to make things complicated for you. If you’d rather have the floor to yourself, I’ll step back. But—" I tilted my head, a smirk playing at my lips. "—if you don’t mind some company, maybe we can just game together for a bit? No pressure."

Mina didn’t respond right away. Instead, she simply… looked at me. Really looked at me. Not like an idol sizing up a fan. Not like someone wary of an intruder in her space. Just… a gamer assessing another gamer.

After a moment, she turned fully toward me, her fingers idly tapping against her desk. Her outfit—a black tank top, cropped greyish-silver jacket, and matching sweatpants—gave her an effortlessly laid-back but striking look. The lighting above cast a soft glow against her flawless complexion, making her already ethereal presence even more surreal.

Then, finally, she spoke.

"What do you play?"

I blinked. "Huh?"

Her lips twitched, almost amused. "What games do you play?"

I huffed a small laugh, stuffing my hands in my pockets. "A bit of everything. FPS, RPGs, MOBAs, you name it."

Mina’s brows lifted slightly. "Minecraft?"

I grinned. "Oh, you have no idea how many late nights I’ve spent in that game."

She hummed, clearly considering something. Then, to my surprise, she motioned toward the empty gaming station beside her. "Sit. Let’s see how good you actually are."

The receptionist visibly relaxed, her shoulders dropping as she let out a quiet sigh of relief. I smirked slightly before pulling out the chair beside Mina’s, settling in. As the screen flickered to life before me, I couldn’t help but think— This was already shaping up to be an interesting night.

I shrugged off my jacket and hooked it onto a nearby corner, rolling my shoulders a bit. The room was warm enough, and I didn’t need the extra layer.

Beneath it, I wore a fitted black t-shirt—not tight enough to scream ‘look at me,’ but snug enough to emphasize the lean, athletic build I had naturally maintained. Not a hulking gym monster, not some lanky string bean—just a balance. Functional muscle. Firm, but not excessive. Matched with black sweatpants, the whole look ended up as an unintentional all-black outfit. Not on purpose, just… happened.

Pulling my blu-ray glasses from my pocket, I slid them on. I didn’t actually need them, not for any prescription reason, but they helped with screen fatigue—and, let’s be real, they looked good.

That’s when I felt it. Not just a glance. A stare. Not a quick flicker of the eyes. A full, toe-to-head scan. And I didn’t even need to look directly to know who it was. I kept my focus on logging in, fingers moving over the keyboard smoothly, but my peripheral vision didn’t miss a thing.

Mina was staring at me.

Not a simple ‘oh, new person’ look. No, this was something else. Something longer. Something assessing, maybe admiring. Her gaze moved slowly, taking me in, analyzing.

Her eyes trailed from my shoulders, down my arms, my torso, the way my shirt fit just right—and when I shifted slightly, pretending not to notice, she snapped back up. Her expression was neutral… except for one thing. The faintest upturn of her lips. An almost-smirk. Maybe

Still, I acted as if I didn’t catch her. Last thing I wanted was to make her feel awkward about it, especially since this was the first time we were meeting.

Instead, I settled into my chair, adjusting the armrests slightly before pulling my keyboard closer. I logged into my account, fingers flying across the keys out of habit. My profile popped up on the screen, along with my usual game list. A mix of FPS, strategy, and a few unexpected titles.

I could feel her eyes still lingering, even if briefly. "Alright," I said casually, finally glancing at her. "What’s the plan? Are we jumping into a lobby, or are you going to make me prove myself first?"

Mina leaned back slightly in her chair, her lips pressing together in mock contemplation. "Hmm… tempting." Her voice was smooth, quiet yet deliberate. It had that same graceful quality as when she performed—but here, in a private setting, there was a relaxed ease to it.

She turned her gaze back to the screen, her fingers tapping lightly on her mouse. "Let’s warm up first. See if you can keep up."

I smirked. "Oh, you’re underestimating me already?"

Mina’s lips twitched again. "Not at all. Just… gauging expectations." There it was again. That small, subtle challenge hidden beneath her composed demeanor.

I cracked my knuckles. "Alright, Myoui. Let’s see what you’ve got." And with that, we entered the game.

As we set up the world, I heard something unexpected—Mina giggling.

I turned my head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

She barely suppressed another laugh, pointing at the screen. "Your Minecraft name." I followed her finger to the game lobby where my username was displayed in all its majestic, raw-power glory.

"BlockDaddy."

I crossed my arms, feigning offense. "Excuse me, that name has class. It commands respect. It radiates authority." Mina tilted her head, her voice dripping with amusement. "It sounds like it radiates… something, alright." I smirked. "And what about yours, huh? Why are you judging me when your MC name is literally ‘PenguinEmpress’?"

Her fingers paused on her keyboard before she turned to me, looking almost caught. "It’s a respectable name."

"Oh yeah? Empress of what? Waddling?"

She scoffed playfully, giving my shoulder a light nudge before returning her attention to the world creation screen. "Let’s just get started."

As we went through the settings—choosing a biome, tweaking a few gameplay aspects—Mina suddenly spoke up, her tone a little different this time. "You’re… really calm."

I glanced at her. "That a bad thing?"

She shook her head. "No, it’s just… most people—most guys—act differently around me. But you don’t seem fazed at all."

Ah. So that’s what this was about.. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms slightly before responding. "Don’t get me wrong, Mina. I’ve been a fat-ass ONCE since 2015. TWICE has been my group since your debut, and I adored you—still do. As an idol and as a person. Everything I saw from my phone, concerts, your live stages... You’re amazing."

Her fingers stilled on her mouse for just a second, as if she wasn’t expecting that honesty.

I continued, my voice steady. "But that doesn’t mean I see you as some antique to be put on display and gawked at. That’d be weird. You’re a person first."

She blinked, looking at me with something between surprise and appreciation.

I exhaled, shaking my head with a chuckle. "And honestly? My mom would smack the hell out of me if she ever heard I gawked at girls." Mina perked up at that, clicking to enter the world seed. "Why is that?"

I smiled at the memory. "She taught me three things growing up. One—when a woman says ‘no,’ it’s law. No debates, no arguments, no excuses."

Mina’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she nodded.

"Two—if you love someone, show it in actions, not just words. Anyone can say they care, but proving it? That’s different."

She swallowed slightly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing her keyboard’s edge.

I finished, my tone softer now. "And three—never make someone you care about question their worth. If you do, you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as them."

For a moment, there was only the quiet hum of the PCs and the distant murmur of the reception desk. Mina didn’t speak immediately. But I saw it. That slight shift in her expression. The way her grip on her mouse softened. The small, nearly imperceptible intake of breath. Something about my words struck her. And though she didn’t say it outright, I could tell—something inside her clicked. Like an automatic ‘Feel safe around him’ button had been pressed.

As soon as we spawned into the world, Mina’s soft giggle echoed beside me. I swear, my heart nearly skipped a beat.

I turned to look at her, but her gaze was locked onto my in-game character. "What?" I asked, half-curious, half-bracing myself for whatever she found amusing.

She pointed at my Minecraft skin, her lips curling into another giggle. "Your name is BlockDaddy, but… your skin is a duck?"

I glanced at the screen, my custom-made pixelated duck standing proudly on the grassy block. "Hey, this is not just any duck. This is a high-quality, hand-crafted, uniquely designed duck skin."

Mina grinned, leaning slightly closer. "It’s adorable. I expected something… tougher. Like a knight or a warrior." I crossed my arms, smirking. "And what, a duck can’t be a warrior? This is Duck of War. You underestimate my power."

Mina laughed, shaking her head before focusing back on the game. "Alright, Duck of War, here’s the plan. We’re speedrunning to find an Ancient City." I whistled. "Going straight for the deep dark, huh? Bold."

"Of course." She shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "But first, we need to survive. That means breaking trees, crafting tools, gearing up, and getting food." I mused, "Sounds like a plan, PenguinEmpress."

We started off punching trees, the most classic Minecraft move. Mina worked efficiently, gathering logs and crafting a workbench, while I—well, I got distracted. "Hey, look at that bee."

Mina turned just in time to see me accidentally punch it. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" she shrieked, eyes wide as the angry swarm descended upon me.

I ran in circles, desperately trying to escape while she laughed uncontrollably. "This is a disaster! I didn’t mean to!" "Actions have consequences!" she teased between laughs, watching as my character took rapid poison damage. "I regret nothing." I said dramatically before collapsing from bee stings.

A few minutes later, when we finally got back on track, I decided to test my luck again. "Hey, you ever seen a creeper up close?" Mina’s tone turned suspicious. "Why do I feel like I’m about to regret answering this?"

"Come here, let me show you something." She cautiously followed as I led her to a cave opening. I pointed ahead where a creeper stood completely still. "Now, if you stand just the right distance away—"

I took a step forward—BOOM. The explosion sent us both flying backward. Mina let out a loud, startled "YA!" before dissolving into laughter. "What was the plan there?!" I groaned, respawning at our original spawn point. "I don’t know. I thought maybe it would just stare at me menacingly." She said, "BlockDaddy, your survival skills are questionable."

We continued gathering resources, finally crafting iron tools and armor. At one point, I turned to see Mina standing perfectly still, looking at a cow.

I tilted my head. "Uh… you good?"

She sighed dramatically. "I don’t want to kill it."

I chuckled. "We need food, Mina."

She groaned, reluctantly pulling out her sword. "I’m sorry, Mr. Moo…"

The cow made one final “Moo.” Then silence.

Mina sighed. "I’m never doing that again."

I patted her virtual shoulder. "I’ll handle the hunting. You just… continue being an Empress of Peace."

She gave a small, grateful smile. An hour passed in what felt like minutes. Between accidental mob encounters, mistimed jumps, me getting lost multiple times, and Mina laughing at every dumb mistake I made, the experience was just pure fun. And maybe, just maybe, I was starting to enjoy Mina’s presence a little too much. And maybe she is too.

As I focused on gathering materials, my gaze subtly drifted to my side, observing Mina through my peripheral vision. God… she was beautiful. Not just in the way celebrities are, not in the way someone is labeled "pretty" by default. No—Mina was ethereal. It was as if the deities had taken their time, sculpting every delicate detail of her in her mother’s womb with divine precision. Her flawless jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her elegant face. The soft glow from the monitor illuminated her porcelain skin, her lips slightly parted as she focused on the game. Her long lashes fluttered when she blinked, and even that felt captivating. It wasn’t fair. How could someone look so effortlessly breathtaking just sitting there, clicking away at a keyboard?

I blinked, shaking myself out of my trance—only to realize she had caught me. Mina smirked, her eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. "You’ve been staring for a while, BlockDaddy."

Busted. I let out a small chuckle, my fingers still tapping away on my keyboard. "Ah… sorry about that." Mina tilted her head slightly, her smirk deepening. "For what?"

I exhaled, deciding there was no point in dancing around it. "For staring. But to be fair…" I glanced at her briefly before turning back to the game. "It’s hard not to when you look… well, the way you do."

Silence.. I wasn’t sure if she was caught off guard or if she was processing my words, so I continued. "You’re just… ethereal. That’s the only way I can describe it."

From the corner of my eye, I saw her blush beautifully. The pink hue dusting her cheeks was faint, but under the soft lighting, it was impossible to miss. Mina was used to compliments. As an idol, she probably heard them thousands of times from fans, interviewers, and industry professionals. But something about my words—the rawness, the honesty, the lack of flirtatious pretense—seemed to catch her off guard.

She twirled a strand of her hair, looking down at her keyboard for a moment before letting out a soft breath.Then, with a bashful smile, she said something that nearly made my brain short-circuit. "You’re really lovely looking too, you know."

I blinked. "Huh?" She chuckled at my reaction before giving me a curious look. "I’m serious. You’ve got this… effortless charm. And, well…" she paused, "Why aren’t you a model? If not an idol, at least?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, exhaling. "Low confidence back then, I guess." I shrugged. "Now? Who knows. Maybe it’s too late. Maybe not." Mina studied me, her eyes holding something I couldn’t quite place—admiration, intrigue, something else?

I smirked, breaking the moment. "Why? You interested in my past? You trying to dig deep, PenguinEmpress?" She immediately blushed, her brows furrowing as she turned back to the game. "Shut up." Before I could react, her character punched mine straight into a pool of lava. I let out a loud gasp. "Mina! Murder! This is a crime!"

She burst into laughter, covering her mouth with one hand as I watched my blocky self burn to a crisp. Luckily, I had been smart enough to store my loot in a chest nearby, so all I lost was a stone pickaxe and a stone sword.

Still, I made sure to let out an exaggerated sigh. "This is what I get for speaking facts, huh?" Mina, still giggling, shrugged. "You were getting too smug. Had to humble you."

I chuckled, shaking my head as I respawned. "Noted. Praise Mina, but don’t get cocky about it." She flashed me a playful grin. "Exactly."

And just like that, the game continued. But something in the air had shifted. Maybe it was the teasing. Maybe it was the lingering warmth of our conversation. Or maybe, just maybe—Mina was starting to see me in a different light.

As we continued gathering resources, crafting gear, and making progress toward our goal, I couldn’t help but notice something. Every single time Mina turned toward my in-game character—even if it was just for a split second—her lips would curl into a small, airy giggle. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she was just in a good mood. Maybe she found something funny in the game. But then it happened again. And again.

I turned my camera to glance at her blocky character. "Alright, what’s so funny?"

Mina covered her mouth, trying to suppress yet another giggle. "Nothing."

I raised a brow. "Uh-huh. Sure. You’ve been giggling for the past fifteen minutes. I doubt it’s ‘nothing.��"

She shifted in her chair, still smiling as she broke some trees for wood. "It’s just…" she trailed off before stealing another glance at me. "Your name tag."

I blinked. My name tag? I pressed F5 to swap my camera view, tilting my head at the blocky text floating above my character’s head: "BlockDaddy." Ah. Right. I smirked. "What? You judging my name now?"

Mina shook her head, her fingers still tapping at her keyboard as she crafted some planks. "I mean… it's just so…" She paused, clearly trying to find the right words. "Powerful? Elegant? Raw and full of class?" I supplied dramatically. She outright laughed at that. "Sure, if that’s what you want to call it."

I leaned back in my chair. "Okay, Miss ‘PenguinEmpress.’ You’re laughing at me when your username is literally something out of an aristocratic fairytale?" Mina huffed, crossing her arms. "It suits me!"

"And ‘BlockDaddy’ suits me." She rolled her eyes but kept smiling. "It’s just funny seeing it float above your head all the time."

I hummed. "So you’ve been looking at me a lot then?" Silence. Mina’s fingers momentarily froze on her keyboard before she quickly turned her focus back to the game. "Shut up." I grinned, feeling a small sense of victory. "I’m just saying. You keep looking, you keep giggling…"

"I’m not looking, I’m just… noticing." I snorted. "Right. You ‘notice’ a lot, huh?" She groaned, lightly smacking my arm before returning to the game. "You’re impossible."

I chuckled, but deep down, I felt something warm settle in my chest. The way Mina was comfortable enough to joke around like this, the way her laughter seemed unfiltered and real—it felt nice.

Between our gameplay, Mina suddenly asked, "So, what do you do?" I glanced at her character still mining, then back at my screen as I casually started organizing my inventory. "Nothing too exciting," I said. "My name’s L/N Y/N, born August 9, 1995." There was a pause. Then, Mina let out a small "Oh." I arched a brow. "What?" She turned to me with a teasing glint in her eyes. "That means you’re my Oppa."

I blinked. Oh, right. She was born on March 24, 1997, which meant I was older—same ‘95 liner like her Nayeon-unnie.

I let out a small chuckle. "Guess that makes sense, huh?" Mina giggled. "Mmm, Y/N-oppa. Has a nice ring to it."

I swallowed. Damn, the way she said that was dangerous. "Anyway, I own a café chain," I continued, steering the conversation forward. "And I have some side gigs in multiple things. That’s about it."

Mina hummed in interest. "Café chain, huh? That sounds nice. I’d love to visit one day." I said softly, "You’re welcome anytime. Drinks are on me."

She smiled before suddenly asking, "Do you have a significant other?" My fingers momentarily stilled on my keyboard. "Nope."

A second of silence passed. And then—so faint I almost didn’t catch it— "Good."

My brows furrowed. "Hm? What was that?" Mina’s shoulders stiffened slightly before she brushed it off. "Nothing. Just talking to myself." I didn’t push further. Instead, I simply let her steer the conversation away. "What’s your ideal type, Oppa?" she asked playfully. I chuckled. "That’s a tough one."

Mina waited expectantly as I thought for a moment before saying, "Someone who can warm my heart in a way that washes all my worries and stress away." She blinked. "That’s… actually really unique." I shrugged. "I guess I just prefer the kind of love that feels like home." Mina’s lips parted slightly, as if taken aback by the depth of my answer. But then, she smirked. "And what about body type?"

My breath hitched slightly at the sudden change in topic. "Body type?" She nodded, amusement dancing in her gaze. "C’mon, Oppa. Spill. Do you like something soft and cute? Or are you more into toned and sexy?"

My face warmed. "Mina—" "Boobs?" she teased. "Mina." "Ass?" "Mina." She giggled. "What? It’s a simple question." I groaned, rubbing my face. "Why are you doing this to me?" She leaned closer. "Because I’m curious." I exhaled sharply before reluctantly mumbling, "Collarbone and navel."

Mina blinked once. Then twice. I risked a glance at her and—oh my god, she looked so surprised. "Collarbone and navel?" she repeated, as if processing my words. I nodded slowly. "Yeah. It’s just… I don’t know. Something about them is really attractive to me."

Mina remained silent for a moment before laughing softly. "Huh. I thought you’d pick something sappy like eyes or lips." I smirked. "Nah, those are too common." "Or maybe something hot like boobs or ass," she added playfully. I choked on air. "Mina, please—"

She giggled again, but then… something flickered in her gaze. Something knowing. I furrowed my brows, confused by her reaction. "What?" Mina shook her head, an amused yet slightly flustered smile playing on her lips. "Nothing. Just… it’s funny how you chose something unique." She turned back to the screen, her character moving forward again—but not before I caught the way her fingers subtly grazed her own collarbone. …Wait. Oh... Oh......Mina was really popular for her collarbones and navel in terms of visuals. My eyes widened slightly in realization. And from the way she suddenly looked so flustered—she definitely knew it too.

Time passed like mayflies, fleeting and unnoticeable. One moment, we were deep in the Minecraft caves, and the next… we were in Pacify. Why? No clue. It just happened. Maybe boredom? Maybe curiosity? Maybe a stupid collective decision to suffer? Either way—it was chaotic. The eerie music had barely begun before Mina tensed beside me, her hands gripping her mouse a little tighter.

"Why did we decide on this again?" she asked, her voice already laced with regret. I scoffed, adjusting my headset. "Don’t ask me, you clicked it too."

And then it began. We were in a dimly lit haunted house, our job being to pacify a demon girl (because apparently, we’re just built different like that). The wooden floors creaked with every step, and distant whispers sent shivers down my spine. Mina stuck close to me, her character practically glued to mine. "Oppa, don't leave me."

I almost choked on air. I heard it. I KNOW I heard it. But I couldn’t react to it—because at that moment, the demon girl flew straight at us. Mina let out a shrieking scream, her character whipping around and sprinting away like her life depended on it. I? I froze. Absolutely. Froze. And then I screamed. "NOPE. NOPE. NOPE—" I turned so fast that my mouse practically flew off the desk, my character crashing into furniture like a headless chicken. Mina was already laughing and panicking at the same time. "WHY IS SHE SO FAST?! WHY IS SHE SO FAST?!"

" I don’t know, Mina! Why did we even PLAY THIS?!" We somehow managed to escape into a random-ass room, slamming the door shut behind us. Silence. Both of us were breathing heavily, eyes locked on the screen. Then, in the quietest voice, Mina spoke. "I hate this game." I nodded, still recovering. "Same." And yet—we didn’t stop playing. From Pacify to Phasmophobia. Then from Phasmophobia to Devour. Then somehow, Outlast Trials. And I swear, for absolutely no reason at all, we ended up on Five Nights at Freddy’s like we had some death wish.

At this point, I wasn't even scared anymore—just exhausted from the constant tension and jumpscares. Mina, on the other hand, was still reacting to every unexpected sound, letting out soft squeals or startled gasps that were way too adorable for our current horror-filled setting. "Okay, okay, I'm done!" Mina huffed, pushing herself away from the desk dramatically. "No more horror games. My heart can’t handle it."

I sighed in relief, finally shutting my laptop. "Thank God. I think I lost five years of my life today." Mina giggled, stretching her arms above her head. "But it was fun, wasn’t it?" i smirked. "Depends. Are we measuring fun in ‘I had a great time’ or ‘I almost pissed myself multiple times’?"

She laughed at that, shaking her head. "Both?" I chuckled and stood up, stretching my stiff limbs. "Alright, let’s detox from all this terror. Dessert?" Her eyes lit up immediately. "Yes, please!" And so, with our horror-fueled game marathon behind us, we found ourselves sitting by the dining table, a plate of desserts between us. Sweet relief. Literally.

I took a sip of my drink, letting the cool liquid soothe my throat. Mina did the same, the soft clinking of utensils and cups filling the air. "So," I started, leaning back comfortably. "Tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know." Mina tapped her chin in thought, then smiled. "How about TWICE’s latest album?" I nodded, interested. "The 13th Mini Album?" She grinned. "‘With YOU-th.’ Yeah. It’s really special to us."

I could hear the genuine warmth in her voice, the way she spoke about her group with so much love and appreciation. Mina then started sharing little behind-the-scenes stories—how the concept was created, how much effort they poured into the album, how the members supported each other through it all. I listened intently, admiring the passion in her voice. Then, a memory surfaced.

"By the way," I said suddenly. "You looked gorgeous during the pre-chorus in red." Mina blinked, taken aback. "Huh?" I shrugged, taking another sip of my drink. "I mean it. You looked stunning. The way the lighting hit you, the expressions you had—it was all just… breathtaking."

Silence. Then, Mina slowly lowered her spoon, her lips slightly parted as if caught off guard. I raised an eyebrow. "What?" She shook her head, smiling softly. "You’re… really something, you know that?" I tilted my head. "What do you mean?"

She chuckled. "Most people would say something flirty or try to be slick about it. But you—" She gestured toward me. "You just say things so honestly. It’s refreshing." I scratched my cheek, feeling a little self-conscious. "I don’t know… I guess I just prefer sincerity over beating around the bush."

She stared at me for a moment before smiling. "I like that about you." A small warmth spread through my chest at her words, but before I could say anything, Mina sighed contently, resting her chin on her hand. "Today was such a lovely getaway," she murmured. "With all the promotions, shows, and schedules, things can get overwhelming sometimes."

I nodded, understanding. "I can imagine. TWICE’s workload must be insane." She smiled, twirling her spoon in her fingers. "It is, but I’m grateful. My members and I—no matter how tough things get, we pull through together. They’re my family."

I smiled. "That’s beautiful." She sighed again, but this time, it was different. A bit… softer. And then, in the quietest voice, she spoke. "But sometimes… times like this can be healing too." I looked at her, my chest tightening at the sincerity in her tone. But what she said next? It made my heart stop. "I think I want to thank fate that I met you today."

I froze. Did she just— Mina, realizing what she had just admitted, suddenly looked away, her fingers lightly gripping the edge of the table as if grounding herself. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. The air between us shifted—not awkward, but… charged. I took a breath, forcing myself to stay composed. "That means a lot, Mina." She peeked at me from beneath her lashes, a small smile forming. "It’s true." And just like that, the moment settled into something… beautifully unspoken. No rush. No expectations. Just two people, sharing a moment in time.

The soft hum of the approaching van signaled the end of our time together. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but I could see visible reluctance on Mina’s face as she glanced toward the headlights illuminating the night down outside the café of the PC bang. Her fingers fidgeted lightly against the table, her lips pressed together as if holding something back.

I tilted my head, concerned. "Something wrong?" Mina hesitated, then sighed softly. "I… don’t want to leave yet." I blinked. "Huh?" She bit her lip, her gaze dropping for a second before looking at me again. "I don’t want to go away from you just yet…"

I felt my heart skip a beat. Did she just—? I stared at her, completely stunned. This was Myoui Mina—one of the most elegant and composed people I had ever met. And yet, she was sitting here, openly admitting that she wasn’t ready to part ways with me. Was she… getting attached to my presence?

Mina let out a small chuckle, probably noticing my dumbfounded reaction. "Sorry, that must've sounded a bit strange." I shook my head, still processing. "No, it’s just…" I rubbed the back of my neck. "Didn’t expect that." She smiled softly. "Neither did I."

But before I could say anything more, the van honked twice—a gentle reminder from the driver that her time was up. Mina sighed once more, but this time with resignation. "Work calls," she murmured, pushing herself up from her seat. I stood up as well, instinctively guiding her toward the staircase. "Come on, I’ll walk you down." She nodded, and together, we descended the stairs, the warmth of our time together still lingering in the air between us.

As we reached the ground floor and stepped into the quiet lobby, I pressed the elevator button. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and we stepped inside, the small space amplifying the closeness between us. Neither of us spoke, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged, heavy with something unspoken. The elevator reached the ground floor, and as we walked toward the exit where the van waited, Mina suddenly stopped.

I turned to her, curious. "Mina?"

She held out her hand. "Give me your phone."

I hesitated for a second before handing it over. With a few quick taps, she typed something in and handed it back. I glanced down. 미나🐧– Personal. My brain short-circuited. Oh shit. Someone give me the ‘Luckiest ONCE’ title right now.

Before I could even process my newfound blessing, Mina did something that completely wrecked me. She took a step closer—so close I could feel the faint warmth radiating from her. And then— A kiss. Not a peck. Not a quick smooch. A full-on lip lock.

My mind blanked as her soft, plumpy lips pressed into mine, moving gently but firmly, sucking slightly on my lower lip. She tasted like something sweet—bubblegum? Strawberry? I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t care. For five whole seconds, we were locked in that moment. Five seconds of warmth. Of softness. Of something dangerously intoxicating. Then, she slowly pulled away, her cheeks a faint shade of pink, but her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. Was that… desire in her eyes? Or something more? I couldn’t think—I was still too shocked.

Mina let out a soft, almost teasing chuckle at my dumbstruck expression. "Be free tomorrow." I blinked. "Huh?" Her fingers lightly grazed mine as she stepped back toward the van. "We’re going to meet here again. Just the two of us. I have something planned."

I nodded mindlessly, still too dazed to do anything else. She gave me one last smile before stepping into the van, the door sliding shut behind her. As the vehicle pulled away, I remained rooted in place, the lingering warmth of her lips still burning against mine. Holy. Shit.

Late Night – My Bed

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I replayed everything. Mina’s reluctance to leave. Her words—"I don’t want to go away yet." The way she typed her personal number into my phone like it was the most natural thing in the world. And then—the kiss. Holy. Shit.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling deeply. That wasn’t just a peck. That was a five-second, full-on lip-lock. Sucking on my lower lip. Mina—Myoui Mina—kissed me. And the look in her eyes after? Something was there. Something deeper than just a spur-of-the-moment thing. My lips still tingled, phantom traces of her lingering warmth refusing to fade.

I turned on my side, staring at my phone on the nightstand. My heartbeat refused to settle. What was this? A one-time thing? A casual moment? Or… something more? I didn’t have an answer. But Mina did. Because the next morning, as the sun filtered through my blinds, my phone buzzed with a message.

Mina: Be free at 4 p.m. Come to the same place.

I sat up instantly, rubbing my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Nope. It was real. Mina wanted to see me again. Alone. And whatever she had planned—I was in.

Later That Day – PC Bang (4 P.M.)

I made sure to clear my schedule early. If Mina Myoui was setting up another meeting, no way in hell I was missing it. I swapped out yesterday’s outfit for something slightly different—white t-shirt, white pants, and a black leather jacket. Call it chic, call it flashy, I didn’t care. But it was swavy.

As I walked into the PC bang, the first floor was packed. College students, office workers, and hardcore gamers filled the space, their focus glued to screens, the clicking of mechanical keyboards filling the air. But I wasn’t here for the crowd. I headed straight upstairs to the VIP floor from yesterday. And then— There she was. Standing alone, waiting. And holy. Fucking. Hell. Mina was… lethal.

Her outfit was effortlessly stylish, dangerously captivating. A fitted navy blue short-sleeve top hugged her figure just right, with a subtle logo detail on the chest. A high-waisted, diagonally striped skirt in navy blue and brown flowed down to her ankles, elegant yet modern. White platform shoes added a bit of height, making her already graceful presence even more striking. A designer shoulder bag in bold navy blue and white stripes rested casually on her arm. And the killer touch? White cat-eye sunglasses perched delicately on her nose, exuding pure confidence.

But it wasn’t just the outfit. It was the way she wore it. Her long, straight black hair cascaded naturally down her back, shifting slightly as she moved, catching the dim PC bang lighting in a way that made her look effortlessly elegant.

She turned her head at my arrival, lowering her sunglasses slightly to glance at me. And then— A small, knowing smile curved her lips.

"You’re early," she said, voice smooth, teasing. I smirked, stuffing my hands in my jacket pockets. "You told me to be here at four. I don’t keep a beautiful woman waiting."

She chuckled, taking a step closer. "Good answer." Goddamn. I was in trouble. Mina’s eyes traced over me in a way that sent a subtle but undeniable heat creeping up my neck. "I like this look on you," she murmured, arms crossed, lips curving in a way that made my heart stutter. I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. "You saying that makes me feel like I actually have style." She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her dark eyes. "You do. Though, I think it’s more about how you carry yourself."

I huffed out a laugh, feeling the warmth of her words settle in my chest. "Well, in that case—" I let my gaze sweep over her, taking in the effortlessly sophisticated yet lethal aura she exuded. "You’re pulling off this whole ‘stunning and untouchable’ thing too well." Mina raised a brow, lips twitching. "Untouchable?" I smirked. "You’ve got that air about you. Like someone people admire from a distance but are too scared to approach." Mina held my gaze for a long second, then softly exhaled. "But you’re not scared." I shook my head. "Not even a little."

That earned me a small, pleased smile before she gestured towards a plush, leather couch in a cozy corner of the VIP floor. "Sit," she instructed gently. I was confused but did as she asked, leaning back comfortably. Mina remained standing, looking down at me with something unreadable in her gaze. I tilted my head, catching her eyes. "How was your day?"

She smiled softly. "It was good. Nothing too exciting. Just a casual chat at JYPE with the girls about our upcoming promotions." I nodded, but something in her demeanor shifted. A quiet moment passed before she spoke again, this time slower, more measured. "About yesterday…" I stiffened slightly, my fingers subtly curling into my palms.

Mina exhaled, her voice careful yet steady. "I kissed you on impulse." My breath hitched, but I stayed silent, letting her continue. "But… I couldn’t sleep at all last night." She hesitated, fingers gripping the strap of her shoulder bag. "Thinking about you. Thinking about what we are—if we’re anything at all."

A lump formed in my throat. Mina, the reserved, quiet, and poised woman, was unraveling just a little in front of me literally. And then— "I like you." The words were soft, vulnerable, yet unshakable in their truth. She swallowed, looking away briefly before meeting my gaze again. "I don’t know if it’s love. Maybe it’s too fast. But…" she exhaled, searching my face, "I don’t want to ignore it. I want to see where this goes." My heart pounded as she carefully chose her next words. "Can we see each other? Just us. Not public. No dating rumors. Just… us."

I let the weight of her words settle between us before answering, "Mina." My voice was steady, measured. "Dating someone like you, it’s not just about us. It’s the company, the fans, the media. I know how much is at stake for you."

She nodded, waiting. I inhaled, my tone turning softer. "But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same way." Mina’s lips parted slightly, her fingers twitching against her bag. "I admire you, not just as an idol but as Mina—the person." I leaned forward slightly, my voice gentle but firmly assuring and understanding. "So if this is something we both want, we’ll figure it out. Together."

Something flickered in her eyes. The same intensity from yesterday. Then— She took a step closer. Another. And before I could process it, she leaned down, catching my lips in a kiss once again. But this time— This wasn’t impulsive. This wasn’t a fleeting, stolen moment. This was a seal—a silent agreement, an unspoken promise. Mina kissed me with certainty and intent. And the way she wasn’t stopping told me one thing—This wasn’t ending with just a kiss.

The second Mina’s lips met mine again, something shifted between us—like a silent switch had been flipped. Her kiss started slow, almost tentative, but the way her fingers curled into the fabric of my jacket told a different story. She was holding back, but not for long. I pulled her closer by the waist, my hands sliding over the soft curve of her hips, savoring the way the silky fabric of her skirt bunched under my grip. She let out a quiet little gasp against my lips, and fuck, that sound went straight to my cock. But Mina wasn’t content with just kissing. Her fingers slipped beneath my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders with a quiet urgency before her hands slid up my chest, nails lightly scraping through the thin fabric of my white shirt.

"Mina—" I barely got her name out before she nipped at my bottom lip, her teeth dragging just enough to make me groan. "Hmm?" She hummed against my mouth, all feigned innocence, but the way her thigh brushed against my growing erection betrayed her. I smirked, gripping her waist tighter as I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low murmur. "You’re acting all shy, but your hands are already wandering." Her cheeks flushed pink, but her fingers didn’t stop—trailing down my stomach, teasingly slow, until they hooked into the waistband of my pants.

"Maybe I just like how you react," she whispered, her breath warm against my lips before she captured them again, this time with more heat. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I groaned, my hands finally giving in and sliding lower, palming the plush curve of her ass through that damn skirt. She let out a sharp little inhale, arching into my touch, her hips rocking forward just slightly—just enough—to let me feel her own growing need.

"Mmph—fuck, Mina," I growled, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down her jaw, my teeth grazing the delicate skin of her neck. "You gonna let me touch you properly, or are you just gonna tease me all night?" She shuddered, her fingers tightening in my hair before she pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, her gaze dark with want. "Who said," she breathed, shifting just enough to grind herself against my thigh, "that I was done teasing?"

And then—god help me—her hand slid down, her fingers pressing against the obvious bulge straining against my pants. "Hahh~... You’re already so hard for me," she murmured, biting her lip as she squeezed lightly, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the tip through the fabric. I swore under my breath, my grip on her hips tightening as I pulled her even closer, my lips crashing back into hers—hungrier this time, filthier, my tongue tangling with hers as my hands finally gave in to temptation and slipped beneath that stupidly elegant skirt.

The second my fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, she moaned into my mouth, her thighs trembling. "Mnngh~... Y/N—" I grinned against her lips, my fingers tracing the damp fabric teasingly. "Look at you," I whispered, "acting all demure when you’re this fucking wet already." Her breath hitched, her hips rolling against my hand as if she couldn’t help it.

The moment my fingers brushed against the damp lace of her panties, Mina—let out a breathy little moan that sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock. Her hips rolled instinctively against my hand, seeking more friction, but I teased, circling just barely where she wanted me most. "Mmph~... Y/N," she whined, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tried to chase my touch.

I chuckled , my lips trailing down her neck, sucking a mark into the delicate skin just below her ear. "So demanding for someone who was just playing innocent," I murmured, nipping at her pulse point. She shuddered, her voice dropping to a whisper—filthy with intent. "I never said I was innocent."

Before I could retaliate, her hand squeezed me through my pants, her fingers tracing the obscene outline of my cock with unhurried precision. "Ah~... You really are bigger than I imagined," she mused, her thumb pressing against the head, making me grit my teeth. "Were you hiding this from me?" I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily into her touch. "Didn’t know you were this obsessed with checking." Mina laughed—soft, melodic, but wicked. "Obsessed? Maybe." She leaned in, her lips grazing my ear as she whispered, "Or maybe I just like knowing I can make you this hard without even trying." I tightened my grip on her thigh, my fingers slipping just barely beneath the soaked lace. "You’re not trying?" I challenged, dragging my fingertips upward, tracing her slit through the fabric. "Then why are you dripping, Mina?"

She hitched a sharp breath, her back arching, thighs trembling—but she didn’t stop palming me through my pants, her fingers stroking in time with my own teasing touches. "Hahh~... Because you—mmf—you make it impossible not to," she admitted, her voice shaky but bold. I smirked, dragging my lips back to hers, kissing her deeply as I finally slipped a finger beneath her panties, pressing flat against her clit. "Fuck," I growled against her mouth as she clenched around nothing, her hips grinding down desperately. "Mmmngh~... More," she demanded, her breath hot and uneven. I obliged, circling slowly, relishing the way her breath hitched, the way her nails scratched down my chest through my shirt. Then—she squeezed me again, her thumb flicking over the head of my cock through the fabric, and I hissed, my fingers faltering for a second. "Shit—Mina—" She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her dark eyes glazed with lust. "You like that?" she murmured, her grip tightening just so.

I groaned, my forehead dropping against hers as my fingers finally dipped lower, pressing just inside her entrance, teasing the tight, wet heat. "Fuck, you’re drenched," I muttered, my voice rough. Her lips curved into a smug little smile as she stroked me again, her touch maddeningly slow. "And you’re throbbing," she countered, biting her lip. "Guess we’re both a little desperate, huh?" I didn’t answer—couldn’t, not when she was rubbing circles into my cock while my fingers teased her dripping cunt, both of us caught in a filthy, agonizing game of who would break first.

Mina's fingers traced lazy circles around the swollen head of my cock through my pants as she leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "You know what I keep thinking about?" Her voice had dropped to that breathy whisper that made my stomach flip. "How quiet you're trying to be right now... while just one floor below us, dozens of people are gaming completely unaware."

I swallowed hard, my fingers twitching against her lace-clad heat. "Fuck, Mina—" "Sharon," she corrected with a wicked little grin, applying just enough pressure to make me throb. "When I'm like this... call me Sharon." Her free hand slid up my chest, nails scraping lightly. "And I want to hear exactly what dirty thoughts are making you blush so hard right now." The way she said it—that mix of innocent curiosity and knowing sin—had my pulse racing. "I'm thinking..." I managed, my voice rough as my thumb found her clit through soaked fabric, "...about how bad you want me to fuck you right here where anyone could walk in." She let out a soft, shuddering moan, her hips jerking against my hand. "Mmm~... Keep talking."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" I growled, catching her earlobe between my teeth. "My quiet, elegant Mina... turned into a desperate little mess in some VIP booth." My fingers pressed deeper, just barely breaching her entrance. "You'd bite your lip to stay quiet while I stretch you open, wouldn't you?" Her breath hitched, her grip on me tightening. "Ah! Y-Y/N—"

"Or maybe," I continued, dragging my tongue along her jaw, "you wouldn't stay quiet. Maybe you'd want them to hear. Want them to know their precious idol is getting ruined right above their heads." Mina—no, Sharon—whimpered, her entire body trembling as her polished facade cracked. "Hahh~... Fuck, you're evil," she gasped, grinding down harder on my fingers. "What if I said yes? What if I want you to make me louder?" The challenge in her voice sent heat roaring through me. "Then I'd ask," I murmured, sucking a bruise into her collarbone, "if you'd rather ride me slow until you're crying... or if you want me to bend you over that console and pound you until the whole building hears how wet you are." She moaned, high and needy, her nails digging into my thighs. "Mmmf~... Both," she panted, her usual poise shattered. "I want—ah!—I want you to wreck me both ways." Her hand finally slipped beneath my waistband, her fingers wrapping around my bare cock with a greedy little squeeze. "Starting with this monster filling me up right now."

My fingers trembled slightly as they found the hem of Mina's navy blue top, the silk-like material whispering against her skin as I began lifting it. She raised her arms obediently, but the way her breath hitched betrayed her calm facade. The VIP room's dim lighting caught the subtle flush spreading across her chest as the fabric slid away, revealing that matching navy blue bra - delicate lace cupping her modest, perfect breasts. "God, look at you," I murmured, my thumbs tracing the underside of her bra. "These fucking perfect little handfuls..."

Mina's breath stuttered when I flicked open the front clasp with one hand, the bra falling away to reveal those deep pink nipples already pebbled tight. "Y/N—" I didn't let her finish. My mouth closed over her left nipple with a hungry groan, tongue swirling around the stiff peak while my palm cradled its twin. The way she arched, fingers scrambling at my shoulders, only made me suck harder.

"Ah! Ngh~... S-so sensitive—" Her back bowed beautifully as I switched sides, teeth grazing her right nipple just enough to make her thighs clamp around my waist. "Haahh~! W-wait, your mouth is—mmf!" I pulled back just enough to admire my work - her perfect little tits glistening, nipples swollen from attention. "You've got no idea how crazy you drive me," I confessed, trailing kisses down her sternum. "Big tits? Don't need 'em when yours are this fucking perfect to suck on."

Her embarrassed squeak when I licked a stripe down her belly was downright sinful. My hands spanned her waist as I worshipped that iconic Myoui navel, tongue dipping into the shallow dip before scraping teeth along its edges. Mina whined, her fingers tugging at my hair. "W-why are you—ah!—so obsessed with my stomach?" I nipped at her hipbone, grinning when she jolted. "Because it's yours," I murmured against her skin. "Because every damn fanboy watches your fancams just to see this tiny strip of skin when you lift your top." My tongue lapped at the quivering muscles. "But right now? Only I get to taste it."

Her breathing turned ragged as I worked my way back up, pausing to lavish attention on those collarbones that drove ONCEs wild. The way her pulse fluttered under my lips as I sucked a dark mark just above her bra line made my cock throb. "Mina..." I kissed the hollow of her throat. "You know what kills me?" She shook her head, eyes half-lidded. "That reserved, elegant image," I growled, palming her breasts again. "When underneath?" My thumb flicked her nipple. "You're this responsive. This needy."

Her mewl turned into a gasp when I suddenly lifted her, pressing her back against the plush VIP booth wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, the damp heat between her thighs pressing against my abdomen. "W-wait—" I silenced her with a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips. "Still worried about people downstairs?" I murmured against her mouth. Her pupils blew wide, that switch flipping again. "Make me forget about them," she challenged, nails scoring down my back. So I did.

Mina’s back arched beautifully as I guided her down onto the plush VIP couch, her skirt riding up her thighs as I settled between them. The booth’s dim lighting caught every nervous flutter of her stomach, every shaky breath that made her small, perfect tits rise and fall. I dragged my palms up the smooth skin of her inner thighs, savoring the way they trembled under my touch.

“Look at this…” I murmured, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties—navy blue, just like the rest of her outfit. “Ruin your pretty little matching set already?” She whined, her hips lifting instinctively as I peeled the lace down her legs, revealing her glistening cunt—deep pink, just like her nipples, swollen and desperate. Her hands flew to her face, fingers spreading just enough for me to see her dark, lust-blown eyes. “Y-Y/N… please—” I chuckled, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, teeth grazing just enough to make her jerk. “Please what, baby? Use your words.”

Her legs twitched as my breath ghosted over her exposed pussy, her scent sweet and heady. “Please don’t tease—” “But teasing you is so fun,” I purred, dragging my tongue in one slow, flat stripe from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Mina yelped, her back bowing off the couch as her hands fisted in the cushions. “F-fuck! Oh my god—!”

I grinned against her, licking into her again, savoring the way her hips stuttered up against my mouth. She was dripping, her tight little hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. “Mina…” I groaned, pulling back just enough to watch her glisten. “You’re so fucking tight—did you really never let anyone else touch you?” Her face burned crimson, her thighs clamping around my head as if trying to hide. “N-no… just—ah!—just my own fingers… and…” She bit her lip, voice dropping to a whisper. “…t-toys…”

The admission sent a possessive thrill through me. “Fuck,” I growled, spreading her open with my thumbs. “So this pretty little pussy’s been waiting for me?” Her responding moan was half-embarrassed, half-aroused—music to my fucking ears. I didn’t give her time to reply. My mouth crashed back onto her, tongue spearing inside without warning, fucking into her tight heat as she screamed, her hands flying to my hair. “HHHNNN—!” She tasted divine—sweet, musky, all Mina—and the way her walls pulsed around my tongue had my cock aching. I curled my fingers under her thighs, holding her open as I devoured her, alternating between deep, messy thrusts of my tongue and slow, torturous circles around her clit. Her hips rocked desperately against my mouth, her thighs shaking. “Y/N—hahh~!—I-I can’t—!”

I pulled back just enough to smirk up at her. “Can’t what?” I teased, blowing lightly on her soaked folds. “Can’t take it? Or can’t stop?” Mina whimpered, her chest heaving. “B-both…” That broke me. With a groan, I slid two fingers into her hard, crooking them just right against that spongy spot inside her. “Fuck, you grip me like you were made for it,” I groaned, fucking them in and out in slow, deliberate strokes while my tongue went back to her clit. Her back arched violently, a broken sob tearing from her throat. “NHHGAH—!” I could feel her getting closer, her cunt fluttering around my fingers, but I wasn’t done yet. Not even close. “Nuh-uh,” I murmured, slowing my movements to a torturous crawl. “Not yet.” Mina whined, her hips chasing my retreating touch. “W-why?!” I kissed her inner thigh, leaving a trail of bites down to her knee before meeting her gaze. “Because I want to hear you beg for it.” Her eyes darkened—Sharon was back.

The moment my fingers curled deeper inside her, Mina snapped. "Ah-ah~ Enough." Her hands fisted in my hair and yanked me up with surprising strength—her kiss crashing against mine, hot and demanding as she licked the taste of herself from my lips. I barely processed the dizzying shift before she shoved me back onto the couch, climbing over me in one fluid motion. "Mina—?"

"Sharon," she corrected, her voice dropping into that sinful register as she straddled my thighs, her soaked cunt pressing against my abs through her ruined panties. "When I'm like this..." Her nails dragged down my chest, popping open the buttons of my shirt. "...you don't get to decide when I come."

I opened my mouth to retort, but she silenced me with another bruising kiss, her hips grinding down in slow, teasing circles. My cock throbbed against her, straining painfully against my pants. "Mmhn~... Someone's eager," she murmured against my lips, her fingers making quick work. Her touch lingered over the prominent bulge, squeezing lightly— testing. "Fuck, I knew you were big, but... this?" The way her breath hitched sent a rush of heat straight to my already aching dick. Mina slid off the couch onto her knees between my legs, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my white pants. She tugged them down agonizingly slow, her lips parting when my grey boxers came into view—stretched obscenely around my girth, the tip leaking a wet spot through the fabric. "Jesus Christ," she breathed, tracing the outline with one fingertip. "How are you even real?"

I hissed when she pressed a kiss right over the tip, her tongue darting out to lick the damp patch. "Mina—fuck—" "Shhh..." She peeled the boxers down, and my cock sprang free, slapping against her chin with an audible thwap. Mina gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the full sight—thick, veiny, and flushed red at the tip, pre-cum beading along the slit. Her fingers wrapped around the base, barely meeting in the middle, and squeezed. Her touch was tentative at first—stroking lightly, exploring the weight of me in her palm—but the longer she touched, the bolder she got. Her tongue darted out to lick a stripe from base to tip, her eyes fluttering shut at the taste. "Mmmf~... Salty," she murmured, lips wrapping around the head in a teasing suck. My hips jerked instinctively, and she laughed—the vibration shooting straight to my balls.

"No, no, no," she chided, pressing me back into the couch with one hand on my hip. "You don't get to fuck my face. Not yet." I groaned, my fists clenching in the couch cushions as she took me deeper, her lips stretching obscenely around my girth. She hummed, her tongue swirling along the underside as she bobbed slowly, her free hand cupping my balls. "F-fuck, Mina—your mouth feels—hnngh—" She pulled off with a pop, her lips glistening. "Mmhn~... Big and vocal," she teased, her thumb rubbing circles over my slit. "How many girls have gotten to taste this?" "None like you," I managed, my voice rough. Her smirk was downright wicked as she leaned back in, this time taking me deeper, her nose brushing my pelvis. "Good answer."

Mina’s plush lips stretched obscenely around the swollen head of my cock, her pink tongue pressing flat against the underside as she swirled it in slow, teasing rotations. A string of saliva connected her bottom lip to my shaft as she pulled back slightly, her dark eyes flickering up to meet mine—mischief swimming in those normally demure depths. “Mmmf~... So thick,” she murmured, the vibrations making my abs clench. Her slender fingers wrapped tighter around the base, squeezing just enough to make me groan. “You’re really all mine?”

I tangled my hand in her silky black hair, guiding her back down. “Every fucking inch.” She moaned—actually moaned—as she took me deeper this time, her throat fluttering around the intrusion. Her nose pressed into my pelvis, her lashes fluttering shut as she adjusted, her free hand gripping my thigh for balance. “F-fuck, Mina—” I hissed, my hips twitching upward instinctively. She gagged slightly but didn’t pull back, her throat clenching around me in a way that nearly made me see stars. When she finally came up for air, her lips were swollen, her chin glistening with spit. “T-teach me,” she panted, her voice wrecked already. “I want… mmh… I want to take it all.”

I groaned, tightening my grip in her hair. “You sure?” She nodded eagerly, her fingers trailing down to cradle my balls. “I’ve practiced,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing. “D-do you think… I just let myself stay inexperienced all this time?” That stunned me. Mina—shy, elegant Mina—had trained herself for this? Before I could process that mental image, she was sinking down again, this time tilting her head to let my cock slide past her tongue and straight into her tight throat. Her gag reflex kicked in immediately, her body jerking, but she forced herself to relax, her throat muscles fluttering around me in a way that made my toes curl.

“Holy shit,” I rasped, watching her tears bead at the corners of her eyes. She pulled off with a wet pop, coughing slightly before grinning up at me—feral and proud. “T-told you,” she gasped, rubbing her throat. “I have… hahh… toys.” I blinked. “Toys.” She licked her lips, her fingers trailing along my length. “Silicone ones. Big ones.” Her eyes darkened. “But none of them… mmf… tasted like you.” That did it. With a moan, I fisted her hair hard and yanked her forward, my cock sliding back into her throat in one brutal thrust. Mina choked, her nails digging into my thighs, but she didn’t fight me—no, her eyes rolled back, her throat convulsing as she let me fuck into it.

“That’s it,” I gritted out, setting a ruthless pace. “Take it. All of it.” Her nose buried into my pelvis with every thrust, her spit dripping down my balls as she struggled to breathe between strokes. The sounds—gagging, wet slurps, choked whimpers—were downright filthy. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening, but I wasn’t done yet. “Look at me,” I ordered, slowing just enough to let her gasp for air. Her teary eyes met mine, her lips bruised, her mascara smudged—ruined. “You like this?” I hissed, thrusting shallowly against her tongue.

She moaned around me, nodding desperately. “Then beg for my cum.” Her fingers dug into my thighs as she pulled off just enough to speak. “P-please,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse. “I—hahh—I want it… down my throat.” I lost control. My hips snapped forward, my cock pumping deep as I came in hot, thick spurts straight into her esophagus. Mina’s throat worked around me, her lips sealed tight as she swallowed every drop, her eyes watering but never looking away. When I finally pulled out, she gasped, spit and cum dripping from her lips as she panted. “F-fuck,” she rasped, licking her lips clean. “Bigger… than my toys…” I dragged her up into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. “And all yours,” I said with a smile.

Mina’s breath was still ragged from swallowing me down, her lips swollen and glossy with spit. But as soon as I pulled her onto the couch beside me, her hands immediately began wandering—sliding up my chest, tweaking a nipple, nails scraping down my abs. I caught her wrist just as her fingers teased the base of my oversensitive cock. “Oh no, princess,” I murmured, flipping us so she was pinned beneath me. “You don’t get to be greedy yet.” She whined, bucking her hips up, but I held her down firmly, my lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. “Y/N—hahh—this isn’t fair—” I groaned against her skin, sucking a bruise into the delicate slope of her breast. “No penetration. Just hands. Mouths. Teasing.” My teeth grazed her nipple, and she shrieked, back arching. “And you’re not coming once tonight…” I switched to her other breast, tonguing the stiff peak until her thighs clamped around my waist. “...you’re coming over and over.”

I started slow—agonizingly slow. Trapping one pert bud between my thumb and forefinger, I rolled it just shy of pain before sealing my lips over it, sucking hard enough to make her squirm. Mina’s fingers tangled in my hair, her hips rolling helplessly against nothing as I lavished attention on her perfect little tits. “Ah! Ngh~... T-the other one—please—” I smirked, flicking the neglected nipple with my tongue. “Beg prettier.” She sobbed, her back bowing off the couch. “S-suck my other nipple!”

Once her chest was a mess of bite marks and glistening spit, I slid down her body, pressing my bare cock against her inner thigh. The moment I started rocking against her, her breath caught—she could feel every thick inch dragging along her sensitive skin. “Hahh~... You—mmf!—you’re rubbing on me—” I whispered my tip catching on the soaked lace still tangled around her thighs. “Feel how hard you make me?” I ground harder, my pre-cum smearing her skin. “Imagine how tight you’d feel around me.” Her cunt pulsed, her slick coating my shaft as I fucked the crease of her thigh. I finally yanked her ruined panties aside (which somehow halfly on again) , my fingers sliding through her dripping folds—but not inside. Instead, I circled her clit in slow, maddening presses, my mouth latching onto her neck. “F-fuck! D-don’t stop—ah!” I didn’t. I edged her mercilessly, backing off every time her thighs started trembling. After the third time denying her, she snapped—her hand flying down to rub frantic circles over her clit. I caught her wrist hard. “Did I say you could touch?” Her eyes welled with frustrated tears. “Please—I’m so close—” I kissed her roughly before murmuring, “Then ask.”

Mina broke. “P-PLEASE LET ME COME!” I rewarded her by pinching her nipple hard while my thumb pressed down on her clit—just once. That was all it took. Her orgasm wrecked her—back arching, thighs clamping around my hand, her cunt pulsing as she sobbed through the waves. I kept my touch feather-light, dragging out every last spasm until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath me. I pulled her into my arms, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead as she gasped for air. “Hahh~... Evil,” she mumbled, nuzzling into my chest. I chuckled coy. “And this is only preview”

The moment her orgasm faded into oversensitivity, Mina pushed me flat against the couch with surprising strength, her eyes glittering with mischief. "My turn," she purred, straddling my thighs while her nails trailed down my flushed chest. That damn ruined panties long discarded somewhere on the VIP room floor. "Mina—" I started, but she pressed a finger to my lips. "Shhh," she murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up my neck. "I've watched you ruin me all night." Her teeth scraped my earlobe. "Now it's your turn to beg." Her lips found that spot just below my ear - the one that made my hips jerk uncontrollably. She sucked hard enough to bruise before trailing lower, her tongue swirling around my collarbone while her fingers pinched my nipples to stiff peaks. "F-fuck!" I hissed, my cock twitching against her thigh. "When did you—ah!—learn this?" Mina giggled - that fucking angelic sound contrasting with how her teeth sank into my pectoral. "I told you," she breathed against my skin, "I practiced."

Her hands slid down my torso, nails scraping lightly through the sweat-slicked trails between my abs. When she reached the V-line leading to my hips, she pressed her thumbs into the sensitive dips - hard. "These drove me crazy during last day when your t-shirt clung to," she confessed, licking a hot stripe along the defined muscle. "Every time it snugged you, i just imagined biting it ." She proved her point by sinking her teeth into the tender skin just above my hipbone. My back arched off the couch, cock throbbing painfully. Mina slid lower, kissing down my trembling thighs while deliberately avoiding where I needed her most. Her fingers traced the swollen veins of my cock without touching the head, her breath hot against my balls. "You're dripping," she observed, swiping her thumb through the bead of pre-cum. When she brought it to her lips, sucking it clean with a sinful pop, I nearly came from the sight alone. "F-fucking hell—" She smirked, kissing the inside of my knee. "Too much?" My throaty groan turned into a strangled moan as she suddenly licked a fat stripe from base to tip - then pulled away completely.

Mina's hand finally wrapped around me, stroking just slowly enough to drive me insane. Every time my hips bucked, she'd stop completely, blowing cool air across the wet head. "Mina... please—" "Please what?" She squeezed the base hard, preventing my release. I choked out: "Let me come." Her brown eyes darkened as she leaned close, her untouched lips brushing mine. "Not yet." When her thumb swiped over the frenulum in tight circles, I saw white - but she stopped again, leaving me trembling on the edge. After the fourth edged denial, tears pricked my eyes. Mina took pity - finally sealing her lips around the head while her fingers worked my length. The second I pulsed dangerously, she pulled off with a wet gasp, jerking me brutally until thick ropes of cum striped her chest and throat. "Hahh~... So much," she giggled, swiping a finger through the mess before sucking it clean. I could only groan, utterly wrecked.

The moment my release finished painting Mina’s chest, she collapsed forward against me, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to mine as her breath came in ragged, satisfied puffs against my neck. But even in her post-orgasmic haze, her fingers itched for control—trailing down my sternum, nails scraping lightly through the mess of cum on her own stomach before bringing her glistening fingertips to her lips. “Mmhn~... Salty,” she murmured, licking them clean with a slow drag of her tongue that made my spent cock twitch against her thigh. I chuckled breathlessly, brushing her damp bangs from her forehead. “You’re insatiable.” Mina’s answering grin was all Sharon—wicked and knowing—as she pushed herself up, straddling my hips with deliberate grace. The dim VIP room lights caught every elegant line of her ballerina frame: the delicate slope of her shoulders, the subtle ridges of her ribcage, the way her toned stomach quivered as she moved. “And you,” she purred, leaning down to nip at my jaw, “haven’t worshipped me nearly enough.”

My hands spanned her waist as I sat up, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. “Every inch of you is perfect,” I muttered against her skin, my thumbs brushing the undersides of her small, perfect breasts. Mina’s breath hitched as my lips closed around her left nipple, sucking just hard enough to make her thighs clamp around my hips. Her back arched beautifully, pressing more of herself into my mouth with a broken sigh. “Y-Y/N—hahh—t-that’s—” I pulled back, blowing cool air over the wet peak and watching it stiffen further. “That’s what, baby?”

Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my mouth back to her chest with a frustrated growl. “Don’t stop.” I obeyed—sucking, licking, biting—until her moans turned high and reedy. My hands slid down the elegant curve of her spine, tracing every dip and ridge of her ballerina-toned back before gripping her ass hard enough to make her yelp. “Fuck,” she panted, grinding down against my stomach. The heat of her soaked cunt scorched my skin even through the remnants of her skirt. “Your mouth—mmf—should be illegal.” I smirked against her breast, flicking the stiff peak with my tongue. “Says the woman riding me like a fucking bench.” Mina huffed, but the way her hips stuttered betrayed her. She was dripping, her arousal coating my abs in sticky streaks. When I squeezed her ass again, she gasped, her nails biting into my shoulders. “S-stop teasing,” she whined, her voice cracking. “Make me.”

Her eyes darkened. With startling strength, Mina shoved me flat against the couch and climbed me like I was hers to conquer. Her hands braced against my chest as she positioned herself above my cock, the swollen head brushing her slick entrance. “Look at me,” she demanded, her voice low and rough. I did. Her usually pristine ponytail was half-undone, dark strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her lips were kiss-swollen, her mascara smudged from earlier tears. She looked ruined—and furious about how much she loved it. “Mina—” I was stopped. “Sharon,” she corrected sharply, rolling her hips to smear my pre-cum against her clit. “When I’m like this—when I’m fucking you—you call me Sharon.” I groaned, my hands flying to her waist. “Then fuck me, Sharon.” She smirked—and sank down in one brutal bounce.

“HHHNN—!” Mina’s head tossed back, her spine bowing as she took me balls-deep on the first try. Her walls clenched viscously around me, her thighs trembling from the stretch. “F-fuuck—so big—” I saw stars, my grip on her hips turning bruising. “G-god—you’re fucking tight—” She didn’t wait for me to adjust—didn’t care about the burn. With a snarl, she rocked up, lifting herself until just the tip remained inside before slamming back down. “Ah! AH! Y/N—f-fuck—!” Her rhythm was erratic, desperate, her cunt gripping me like a vice with every bounce. I let her use me—let her chase her pleasure on my cock like she’d been starving for it. Because she had. “Mmngh~... Knew you’d—hahh—f-feel this good,” she panted, her nails raking down my chest. “The last night—ah!—with just my fingers—”

The mental image of Mina—pristine, perfect Mina—fucking herself raw in TWICE's dorm bathroom thinking of me? My hips snapped up to meet her next drop, burying myself to the hilt. Mina screeched, her thighs clamping around me as her walls pulsed. “N-not yet,” she begged, slapping my chest weakly. “W-want more—” I flipped us without warning, pinning her beneath me on the couch.

Mina's back arched off the couch like a bowstring when I bottomed out inside her, her breath catching in a silent scream as her fingers scrambled for purchase against my sweat-slicked shoulders. I felt it—the way her tight little cunt fluttered around me, struggling to adjust to the sheer girth splitting her open. "S-shit—hahh—Y/N, wait—" Her nails dug crescent moons into my skin as she clenched around me, her thighs trembling violently against my hips. "I-I can feel you—fuck—in my stomach—" And god, she wasn't kidding. The way her velvety walls clung to me, the way her cervix kissed the tip of my cock with every shallow grind—fuck, I could see the subtle bulge in her lower abdomen where I stretched her to the limit. I groaned, dropping my forehead against hers as I forced myself to stay still. "Breathe, baby," I muttered, brushing her damp bangs from her eyes. "Just breathe through it."... Mina whined, her hips twitching involuntarily—whether to pull away or pull me deeper, even she didn't seem to know. Then—"...Move," she gasped, her voice wrecked. I hesitated. "You sure?" Her legs locked around my waist like a vice, her eyes burning into mine. "I said," she gritted out, "move."

I pulled out slowly, watching with rapt fascination as her swollen pussy clung to me, trying desperately to keep me inside. The second only the tip remained, I slammed back in—hard. Mina shrieked, her back bowing off the couch as her fingers flew to her mouth, biting down on her own knuckles to muffle the noise."F-fuck—fuck—!" she sobbed around her fingers, her walls convulsing around me. "I-It's—ah!—t-too much—!" I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Not when her cunt was dripping around me, not when her thighs were shaking with every brutal thrust, not when her tits bounced with every snap of my hips—small, perfect, glistening with sweat. "You take me so fucking good," I rumbled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I pounded into her. "Look at you—fuck—made for this cock." Mina's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm crested—Then crashed over her like a fucking tsunami.

"Y-Y/N—I-I'M—!" Her warning came half a second before her cunt clamped down on me like a vice, her thighs jerking wildly as her hips stuttered against mine. Then— Splash. A hot gush of liquid soaked my pelvis, the couch cushions, everything as Mina squirted for the first time in her life—her scream piercing the air as her body locked up in mind-shattering ecstasy. "HHHNNNGGH—!" Her back arched impossibly high, her fingers clawing at my arms as wave after wave of her release drenched us both. And god, the feel of it—her convulsing walls milking me, the heat of her soaking my thighs, the way her eyes glazed over with sheer, unfiltered pleasure— Fuck. I was gone.

My hips stuttered erratically as my climax tore through me—deeper, harder than anything I'd ever felt. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her trembling cunt, filling her to the brim until it overflowed, spilling hot and sticky between our joined bodies. Mina whimpered weakly when she felt it, her oversensitive walls fluttering around my still-pulsing cock. "Nngh~... S-so full..." I collapsed atop her, my spent body shaking as I struggled to catch my breath. Beneath me, Mina was a mess—hair plastered to her face, mascara smeared, her ruined pussy still clenching weakly around me as if trying to keep every last drop inside.

"Holy shit," I rasped, pressing a sloppy kiss to her parted lips. Mina giggled—actually fucking giggled—her voice hoarse and ruined. "T-told you..." she mumbled, nuzzling into my neck. "N-none of my toys... mmf... f-felt like that." It took us a solid ten minutes to untangle ourselves—partly because neither of us could move, partly because Mina whined every time I tried to pull out, her thighs locking around me like a boa constrictor. When I finally managed to lift myself off her, the sight that greeted me was downright obscene: Her pussy was swollen, her inner thighs glistening with a mix of cum and her own slick. Her lower stomach was slightly rounded—still stretched from how deep I'd been. Her nipples were bruised from my mouth, her collarbone littered with love bites. And the smug little smile on her face? Priceless.

The moment Mina's delicate fingers pressed against her swollen lower lips, parting herself just enough for me to see— "Look," she murmured, voice still wrecked from screaming, "how much you filled me." A thick ribbon of my cum dripped obscenely from her twitching entrance, pooling on the ruined VIP couch beneath us. My throat closed at the sight—at the sound—of her finger scooping up a generous amount, bringing it to those pristine, idol-perfect lips. "Mmf~..." She sucked her finger clean with a slow drag of her tongue, her dark eyes locking onto mine. "Salty... warm..." Fuck. I was blushing—actually fucking blushing—like some virgin teenager watching his first porn. This was Mina. Myoui Mina. TWICE's elegant ice princess, the ballet-trained visual who made fans swoon with just a tilt of her head. And here she was, slurping my cum off her fingers like it was fucking dessert.

"Y-you—" I rasped, my spent cock twitching against my thigh. "—are insane." Mina just giggled, stretching languidly beneath me like a satisfied cat, her legs still spread wide, her glistening cunt on full display. "Mmmhn~... You like it," she purred, her toes brushing up my calf. "Seeing your Mina be a slut just for you~..." Her hip rolled, another gush of cum seeping out with the movement—a filthy, audible squelch that made my gut clench. "Yeah?" I managed, dragging my thumb through the mess on her inner thigh. "Then why's your face redder than a fucking tomato?" That wiped the smirk right off her face. Her hands flew to her cheeks, her eyes widening in horror. "I-I am not—!" "Uh-huh," I chuckled, leaning down to lick a stripe up her trembling stomach, savoring the mix of salt and her. "Keep telling yourself that, Sharon." Mina squeaked, her back arching when my tongue dipped into her navel. "Y-Y/N—ah!—s-stop teasing—!" I grinned "Make me."

Mina huffed, pushing at my shoulders until I reluctantly let her sit up. Her movements were shaky, her thighs sticky with sweat and cum, but that didn't stop her from leaning over the edge of the couch—ass up—to rummage through her discarded purse. Even ruined, even messy—her ass was art. Petite but perfectly rounded, the kind that looked innocent in cute shorts but sinful naked, with just enough jiggle to make my mouth water. And those dimples at the base of her spine? Fuck me. "Ah! Found it~" Mina's triumphant murmur snapped me out of my haze. She turned back to me, holding up a small bottle of clear lube with a devilish grin. "Stole it from Chaeyoung's bag last day." I blinked. "...Why?" Her grin turned sheepish. "...I may have... planned this." Oh..Oh..... My cock throbbed.

Mina crawled into my lap with purpose, her damp skin sliding against mine as she pressed the bottle into my palm. "I trust you," she whispered, her teeth nibbling my earlobe. "But go slow... It's my... first time." Fuck. My grip on the lube tightened. "Mina," I muttered, cupping her cheek. "We don't have to—"

"I want to," she interrupted, her voice firm. Then, softer: "...With you." That did it. I kissed her—deep—before nudging her onto her stomach, my palm rubbing soothing circles over the curve of her ass. "Breathe," I reminded her, popping the cap on the lube. "And relax." The second the first slick finger circled her tight rim, Mina whimpered, her face burying into the couch cushions. "Hahh~... C-cold..." "Shhh," I soothed, pressing a kiss to the small of her back as I eased the tip inside. "That's it... good girl..." Mina's breath hitched, her toes curling when I slid in to the first knuckle. "O-oh—fuck—"

I worked her agonizingly slow—one finger, then two, crooking them just enough to make her jolt. "Ngh! W-wait—ah!—right there—!" Her back arched, her hips pushing back against my hand as her walls fluttered around my fingers. "Y-Y/N—I—mmf!" "I know," I groaned, watching her ass clench around my thrusting fingers. "Fuck, look at you... taking me so well..." Mina whined, her hand flying between her legs—rubbing her soaked clit in frantic circles as I stretched her. "Hahh~... M-more—please—!" I added a third finger. Her scream was priceless.

Mina's back arched like a strung bow when my third finger sank knuckle-deep into her tight heat, her breath hitching in a way that made my cock throb against her thigh. "Ngh~... Y-Y/N—" Her fingers clawed at the couch cushions, her ass pushing back against my hand like she couldn't decide whether to flee or beg for more. I shushed her gently, my free hand rubbing soothing circles over the dimples at the base of her spine. "Relax, baby," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the curve of her hip. "Just breathe for me." Mina whined, her thighs trembling as I scissored my fingers slowly, the lube-slick squelches obscenely loud in the quiet VIP room. "F-fuck—it's—ah!—so much—"

"But you're taking it so well," I praised, curling my fingers just so— "HHH—!" Her entire body jolted, her cunt gushing against my wrist as her rim fluttered around my digits. "Y-YOU—MMF!—CHEATER—!" I chuckled, nuzzling the sweat-damp skin of her lower back. "Just prepping you, princess." Mina twisted beneath me, her dark eyes blazing with something between outrage and lust as she glared over her shoulder.

"You—hahh—bastard," she panted, her cheeks flushed. "I felt that—mmf—everywhere." I grinned, giving her ass a light smack that made her yelp. "Good." Her answering growl was downright feral as she shoved me onto my back, climbing over me with predatory grace. "My turn," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest before wrapping around my aching cock. "Look at you... throbbing just from fingering me..." Her grip was perfect—tight enough to sting, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip with maddening precision.

"M-Mina—" "Sharon," she corrected sharply, her hips grinding against my thigh as she stroked me. "Say it." I groaned, my hands flying to her waist. "Sharon—fuck—" She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. "You really think you're ready for this ass?" Her teeth nipped my lobe. "For my tight little virgin hole?" My hips bucked uncontrollably, my cock pulsing in her fist. Mina laughed—that bright, idol-perfect laugh that made ONCEs swoon—before shoving me back down. "Didn't think so," she teased, reaching for the lube again.

The second my cockhead brushed her puckered rim, Mina froze, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Hahh~... O-okay," she whispered, her fingers digging into my thighs. "Now." I groaned, my grip on her hips tightening as I pushed in—slow—watching with rapt fascination as her body stretched to accommodate me. "F-fuck—fuck—" Mina tossed her head back, her nails scoring my skin as her rim clenched viscously around the intrusion. "S-so big—ah!—hnngh~..."

God damn. The heat—the pressure—it was suffocating, her walls fluttering around me like a live thing. "Mina—fuck—breathe," I gritted out, my knuckles white from restraint. She nodded frantically, her chest heaving as she forced herself to relax—inch by agonizing inch—until I was sheathed to the hilt. "Hahh~... O-oh my god," she whimpered, her thighs quaking. "I-I can feel you—mmf!—everywhere—" I groaned, my forehead dropping against her shoulder. "You—fuck—you feel unreal."

Mina rolled her hips experimentally, her gasp��punching from her lungs when my cock dragged against her walls. "AH! Y-Y/N—wait—!" I stilled immediately, my hands rubbing soothing circles over her trembling back. "Too much?" She shook her head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she panted against my neck. "N-no... J-just... different..." Different. Fuck. I kissed her—deep—before gripping her hips firmly. "Tell me," I murmured against her lips. "Tell me when you're ready." Mina nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she adjusted—her inner muscles clenching and unclenching around me in a way that made my vision white out. Then—"Move," she whispered. I obeyed.

Mina yelped when I flipped her onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air as I mounted her from behind. "Hahh~... S-so deep—!" Her voice broke as I pounded into her with slow, purposeful thrusts, the squelch of lube and skin echoing in the quiet room. God. The view—her slender slim frame bowed beneath me, her spine curving elegantly as her ass rippled with every impact—it was obscene.

My Mina... taking my cock like a good girl..." Mina moaned, her fingers clawing at the couch as her head tossed back. "Y-Y/N—ah!—harder—!" I snarled, my hips snapping forward with brutal force—"HHHNNGH—!" Her scream was piercing, her walls clenching vice-like around me as her body convulsed in pleasure.

The sharp slap of flesh against flesh reverberated through the VIP room as I snapped my hips forward, burying every thick inch of myself into Mina’s clenching heat. Her answering cry was muffled into the couch cushions, her fingers twisting desperately into the fabric as her back arched—every muscle in her petite frame taut like a bowstring. "F-fuck! Y-Y/N—AH!—t-too deep—!"

I said, my grip on her hips ironclad. "You begged for this," I reminded her, pulling out agonizingly slow before slamming back in, the wet squelch of lube and tight muscle obscenely loud. "You wanted me to ruin this tight little ass, didn’t you, Sharon?" Mina’s choked sob twisted into something filthy, her walls pulsing around me as she ground back against my relentless thrusts. "Y-yes—ngh!—god, yes—!"

Her voice shattered when my palm cracked down on her right ass cheek, the sharp smack sending ripples through her perfect skin. Her body jolted, her cunt gushing against my thigh where she was pressed into the couch. "MORE!" she screamed, her nails tearing at the leather beneath her. Who knew Myoui Mina—TWICE’s poised, elegant visual—could be this much of a whore when wrecked on cock?

Just as Mina’s thighs started to quake, her breaths coming in shattered gasps, I stopped—my cock twitching inside her but not moving an inch. "W-what—Y/N!" she screeched, her head whipping back to glare at me with murder in her eyes. I smirked, dragging my thumb down the sweat-slick dip of her spine. "Too easy," I murmured, leaning down to bite the curve of her shoulder. "You don’t get to come yet."

Mina whined, her hips jerking back uselessly—but before she could protest further, my finger was pressing against her dripping cunt, circling her swollen clit with just enough pressure to make her sob. "Ah! AH! N-no—!" Her back arched, her toes curling against the couch as pleasure racked her body—but I denied her again, pulling my hand away the second her thighs started to shake. "BASTARD!" she howled, her voice raw with frustration. I chuckled darkly, my cock throbbing inside her as I watched her squirm. "Patience, princess."

Then—without warning—I sank two fingers knuckle-deep into her sopping cunt, curling them just right against that spongy spot inside her. Mina screeched, her entire body locking up as her ass clamped down on my cock like a vice. "AGGHHH—!!" "Fuck," I groaned, my vision blurring at the edges from the pressure—the heat—of being sandwiched between her dual walls. "You’re strangling me, baby."

Mina couldn’t answer—too busy gasping like a drowning woman, her face flushed, her lips parted in a silent scream. So I moved. Slowly at first—dragging my fingers in and out of her cunt in time with the shallow rolls of my hips—letting her feel every inch of me in both holes. Then—harder. Fast—pistoning into her ass while my fingers hammered her G-spot with ruthless precision. Mina broke. "AH! AH! F-FUCK! I—HNNGH!—I CAN’T—!" Her thighs trembled, her cunt gushing around my fingers as her ass milked my cock with desperate pulses. But I wasn’t done. "Look at you," I rasped, my voice rough with strain as I chased my own pleasure inside her. "My Mina—fucking impaled on me—both ways—"

Mina whimpered, her nails scoring the couch as her entire body convulsed—her orgasm ripping through her with brutal force. But I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Not when her walls were fluttering around me like a dying thing, not when her screams had turned hoarse and broken, not when her cunt was dripping down my wrist—"Y-Y/N! P-PLEASE—I CAN’T—MMF!—TOO MUCH—!" I gritted my teeth, my thrusts turning erratic as my own climax crested— The moment Mina's body locked up beneath me, her muscles seizing like a live wire, I knew she was done for.

Her back arched violently, her shoulder blades jutting sharply as her cunt flooded around my fingers—hot, relentless pulses of fluid soaking my hand, the couch, everything. "HHHNNNGGH—!!" Her scream pierced my eardrums, raw and shattered, her fingers clawing at the leather cushions like she was trying to escape the pleasure wracking her body. But I didn't let her.

My fingers curled, pressing ruthlessly against her G-spot as my cock pounded into her ass with brutal, animalistic thrusts—each snap of my hips forcing another gush from her overstimulated cunt. "AGH! AH! N-NO—!" Mina screeched, her voice breaking as her thighs trembled uncontrollably. "T-TOO MUCH—PLEASE—!" But fuck—I was gone. The way her ass clenched around me—desperate, rippling—like it was milking me for everything I had— "F-FUCK!" My vision whited out as my fingers dug deeper, my cock bottoming out inside her with a wet slap—And then— SPLASH. Mina squirted again—harder this time—a torrent of liquid gushing out in three violent spurts, drenching my thighs, the couch, everything within reach.

Her body jolted like she'd been electrocuted, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her back arched off the couch completely—her ass clamping down vice-like around my cock as her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. "HHHNNNGGH—!!!" She was convulsing—actually convulsing—her toes curling, her nails scoring the leather beneath her, her eyes rolling back as her body shook like a leaf in the wind.

And I—I lost it. My hips stuttered, my cock pulsing deep inside her as my own climax slammed into me with blinding force—But before I could spill—Mina collapsed forward, her body going limp against the couch as her breaths came in shaky, broken gasps. Fuck. She was wrecked. "Mina?" I rasped, my voice hoarse from strain. No answer—just the weak twitch of her fingers against the ruined leather.

I pulled out slowly, my cock dripping with a mix of lube and her as Mina whimpered at the loss. Her ass gaped slightly—red, used, stretched—her rim fluttering weakly as if begging for me to fill her again. Her cunt wasn’t better—puffy, swollen, soaking—her thighs shiny with a mix of squirt and cum. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I dragged my fingers through the mess, collecting a glob of her release before bringing it to my lips. Salty. Sweet. Addicting.

Mina stirred weakly, her dark eyes fluttering open as she watched me suck my fingers clean. "P-pervert," she whispered, her voice raw from screaming. I grinned, leaning down to kiss her trembling lips. "Your pervert." She huffed—but the way her fingers twisted into my hair said otherwise.

Mina's fingers trailed lazily through the mess on her stomach, her chest still rising and falling in uneven bursts as she tried to catch her breath. The VIP room smelled like sex and sweat, the leather couch beneath us ruined beyond repair—not that either of us cared. "Fuck," she muttered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I think you broke me." I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her damp shoulder. "You asked for it."

She turned her head just enough to glare at me, her dark eyes still glazed with pleasure. "I asked for you to fuck me, not rearrange my insides." I couldn't help but laugh, my fingers tracing idle patterns over her hip. "Same difference." Mina huffed, but there was no real annoyance behind it—just exhaustion and something dangerously close to affection. Her fingers, still sticky, poked at my chest.

"You're lucky I like you," she murmured, her smirk lazy but eyes softer now. "Or I'd have to report you to JYP for sexual harassment." She punctuated the threat by dragging her nail down my sternum, leaving a faint pink trail against my sweat-damp skin. I caught her wrist, pressing her palm flat against my chest where she could feel my heartbeat—still rabbiting from the aftershocks. "You'd miss me too much," I countered, grinning when she tried (and failed) to suppress a shiver as my thumb circled her pulse point.

"Tch. Arrogant," she muttered, but the way her legs tangled with mine betrayed her. One of her feet slid up my calf, her toes curling against my skin like a cat kneading for comfort. "...Maybe a little."

Her free hand traced the bite marks she’d left on my shoulder earlier, her touch feather-light. "Next time," she began, her voice dropping to that throaty register that never failed to make my stomach clench, "I'm riding your face until you choke on me. Payback for… all this." She gestured vaguely at the wreckage of the couch, her own ruined thighs, the lube bottle still rolling near the edge.

Mina snorted, but her fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in I barked out a laugh, pulling her closer until her nose bumped my collarbone. "Promises, promises, Sharon." place as she tilted her head up. Her kiss was slow—sticky with leftover strawberry gloss and something saltier—and when she pulled back, her smirk was pure sin. "Just wait."

Mina’s fingers trailed down my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my abs before wrapping around my half-hard cock with a knowing squeeze. "Y/N," she purred, her voice still wrecked from screaming, "I need you to fuck me again."

I groaned, my hips jerking into her grip instinctively. "Christ, Mina—give me a second to recover." She tsked, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, smearing the pre-cum beading there. "Tzuyu’s new producer boy friend fucks her like this all the time," she murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up my shaft. "Prone bone. Deep. Says it hits everything inside her."

My fingers twisted in her hair, tugging just enough to make her moan around me. "You’re jealous?" Mina giggled, the vibration thrumming through my cock as she took me deeper, her tongue flattening against the vein underneath. "Mmmhn~... Maybe," she admitted, pulling off with a filthy pop. "But mostly I just want to feel you ruin me like that." Her lips wrapped around me again, sucking with lethal precision, her free hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently. "Fuck—Mina—" She pulled off, her lips glossy with spit, her eyes dark. "I want your cum in my ass this time," she whispered, her fingers pumping me slowly. "All of it. Dripping out of me when we’re done." fuck. I was hard again in seconds.

Mina ushered me up from the couch with a push, her hands roaming over my chest as she backed toward the cushions. "On my stomach, right?" she murmured, her voice laced with something giddy. I nodded, my cock throbbing as she turned, presenting herself to me—ass still slightly reddened from my earlier pounding, her back a smooth, unbroken line of pale skin.

"Fuck," I breathed, my hands gripping her hips. "You’re beautiful." Mina glanced over her shoulder, her smirk wicked. "I know," she teased, arching her back just enough to make her cheeks part slightly. "Now ruin me." I groaned, my cock leaking as I positioned myself behind her, the tip pressing against her flushed rim. "Relax," I murmured, my thumb rubbing circles into her hip.

Mina huffed, her fingers clenching in the couch cushions. "Just fuck me alrea—AH!" Her shriek pierced the air as I sank into her tight heat, her walls clenching viciously around me. "HOLY—!" Her back arched, her nails scoring the leather beneath her. "F-FUCK! DEEPER—!" I obeyed, my hips slamming forward until I was buried to the hilt, my groin pressed flush against her ass. "Fuck," I growled, my vision blurring at the pressure. "You’re still so tight—" Mina whined, her thighs trembling as she pushed back against me. "MOVE—PLEASE—!"

I pulled out slowly, watching with rapt fascination as her rim clung to me, stretched and shiny with lube. Then—slammed back in. Mina screeched, her body jolting forward with the force of it, her face burying into the couch. "AH! AH! Y-Y/N—FUCK—!" Prone bone was different—deeper—the angle letting me pound into her with brutal precision, each thrust grinding my cock against every nerve inside her. "T-TOO MUCH—!" Mina sobbed, her fingers clawing at the cushions. "I-I FEEL YOU—EVERYWHERE—!"

I groaned, my hands digging into her hips as I chased my own pleasure, my thrusts turning erratic. "Fuck—Mina—you’re squeezing me so good—" Her ass clenched around me, her walls fluttering desperately as her orgasm crept up on her. "I-I’M—HNNGH!—"

I leaned over her, my chest pressing into her back as I pounded into her harder, my lips brushing her ear. "Come for me, princess," I growled. "Let me feel it." Mina screamed, her body locking up as her orgasm ripped through her—her cunt gushing beneath her, her ass milking me viciously. "F-FUCK!" I snarled, my hips stuttering as my own climax crept up on me— The violent slap of skin on skin echoed through the VIP room as I pounded into Mina’s ass with reckless abandon, the force of my thrusts making the entire leather couch bounce and creak beneath us. Every snap of my hips drove my cock deeper into her tight heat, the angle of prone bone letting me reach places inside her that had her screeching within seconds.

"G-GOD—!" Mina wailed, her face buried into the couch cushions as her fingers clawed desperately at the leather. "F-FUCK—Y/N—IT’S—AH!—TOO DEEP—!" Her ass clenched around me like a vice, her slick walls fluttering wildly as I bottomed out inside her with each brutal thrust. "You asked for this," I growled, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to bruise. "You wanted me to ruin you like this, didn’t you, princess?" Mina nodded furiously, her voice breaking into a sob as I angled my hips just right—

"HHHNNGH—!!" Her back arched violently, her toes curling against the couch as a second orgasm ripped through her—her cunt gushing beneath her, her ass milking my cock with desperate pulses. "Y-YES! FUCK! JUST LIKE THAT!" she screamed, her thighs trembling wildly. "D-DON’T STOP—PLEASE—!" I groaned, my vision whiting out at the feeling of her walls crushing me as I chased my own release, my thrusts turning frantic.

Mina twisted beneath me, her nails scoring down my forearms as she glared over her shoulder, her dark eyes glazed with pleasure and challenge. "Harder," she demanded, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I know you can fuck me better than Tzuyu’s producer."

My hips snapped forward with brutal force, making her yelp as her body jolted forward. "That what you want?" I growled, my fingers gripping her hair and yanking her head back. "You want me to own this ass more than anyone ever has?" Mina moaned, her lips parting in a broken gasp. "YES—FUCK—YES!"

Her words were fuel—pure, unfiltered lust—and I used them, pounding into her with renewed ferocity, the couch squeaking obscenely beneath us. "TELL ME," I snarled, my cock throbbing as her walls clenched vice-like around me. "Tell me whose ass this is." Mina whimpered, her entire body quaking as I drilled into her relentlessly. "YOURS—AH!—IT’S YOURS—!" "Damn right," I growled, my thrusts turning erratic as my release crept up on me.

I buried myself deep inside her with one final thrust, my front pressed flush against her back as my cock pulsed violently, filling her ass with thick, heavy ropes of cum. "F-FUCK!" Mina screeched, her body locking up as her walls fluttered wildly around me. "I-I FEEL IT—AH!—SO HOT—!" I groaned, my hips jerking spasmodically as I spilled everything inside her, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks.

When I finally pulled out—slowly, agonizingly—Mina whimpered, her rim gaping slightly, a thick stream of my cum dripping obscenely from her used hole. "Look at that," I murmured, dragging my finger through the mess before pushing it back inside her, making her jolt. "My cum deep in your ass." Mina shivered, her eyes fluttering shut as she collapsed onto the couch, completely wrecked. "Worth it," she breathed, her smirk sluggish but smug.

Mina shivered as she slowly pushed herself up on trembling arms, her back still glistening with sweat. With a slow, deliberate motion, she turned her head to glance over her shoulder—and then, with a devilish smirk, she spread her ass cheeks apart with both hands.

"Oops~," she giggled, her voice still breathy and wrecked, but laced with that angelic lilt that made my spent cock twitch against my thigh. "Someone really filled me up, didn’t they?"

Fuck.

A thick stream of cum spilled out of her, dripping down her inner thighs in glossy rivulets, the sheer volume of it making my stomach tighten with possessive pride.

"Look at that," I murmured, reaching out to drag my fingers through the mess, collecting a glob of my own release before smearing it back over her reddened rim. "You’re dripping."

Mina moaned, her hips twitching as my fingers pressed just inside her, teasing her loosened hole. "Mmmh~... Someone got carried away," she teased, her dark eyes glittering with mischief.

I chuckled, leaning down to kiss the base of her spine, my tongue lapping up a stray drop of cum. "You begged for it."

She huffed, but the way her thighs squeezed together betrayed her. "I did," she admitted, her voice dropping to a filthy whisper. "And I’d do it again."

Mina shifted, rolling onto her side with a soft whine, her legs still trembling slightly. "Y/N~," she pouted, her fingers tracing idle patterns over her own stomach. "You made a mess."

I grinned, crawling over her and pinning her beneath me, my cock—already stirring again—pressing against her thigh. "You loved it."

She giggled, her nails scraping lightly down my chest. "Maybe~," she admitted, before her expression turned wicked. "But now you have to clean me up."

Fuck.

I didn’t hesitate.

My tongue dragged up the inside of her thigh, collecting every drop of cum that had dripped down her skin, the salt and bitterness of my own release mingling with the sweetness of her sweat.

Mina gasped, her back arching as my lips closed around her clit, sucking gently. "AH! Y-Y/N—not fair—!"

I pulled back just enough to grin up at her. "You said clean you up."

She groaned, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me back down. "Cheater."

By the time I was done, Mina was panting again, her thighs clamped around my head as she trembled through another small climax.

"F-fuck," she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "You’re insatiable."

I licked my lips, crawling back up her body to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. "And you," I murmured against her lips, "are perfect."

Mina smiled, her fingers tracing my jaw. "Next time," she whispered, her voice dark with promise, "I’m riding your face until you choke."

Fuck.

I groaned, my cock throbbing against her hip. "Deal."

Mina’s fingers tapped lazily against her phone screen, the click of the camera shutter echoing in the quiet of the VIP room as she lifted her arm to snap a shameless selfie—both of us still gloriously naked, sprawled across the ruined couch, my cum dripping obscenely down her inner thigh as she smirked at the lens.

"Smile, oppa~," she teased, her free hand patting my cheek before zooming in just enough to capture the mess between her legs.

I blinked, still catching my breath, my eyebrows furrowing in adorable confusion. "Uh. Why?"

Mina giggled, her thumb hovering over the send button—Chaeyoung’s contact already pulled up. "Because," she chirped, her voice sing-song, "our little Chaengie has been bragging nonstop about her crush lately—mocking me for being single." She pouted, but her eyes glittered with pure mischief. "Now she’ll see who actually has the better man~."

My jaw dropped. "You’re not seriously—"

Sent.

The whoosh of the message flying into cyberspace was deafening.

"Oops?" Mina bat her lashes, tossing her phone aside before snuggling into my chest with a satisfied sigh. "Too late~."

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face—but I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me when her phone buzzed seconds later with Chaeyoung’s all-caps response:

"WHAT THE FUCK MY EYES??????"

Mina just cackled, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. "Worth it."

Soft silence blanketed the room. The hum of computers and muffled gaming downstairs felt like background noise in a world that now only existed between Mina and me.

The air was still heavy with heat. Clothes had long been forgotten in a whirlwind of kisses and tangled limbs. The once pristine couch now felt like a soft cradle to something unexpected, something beautifully intense.

I sat at the edge now, slowly pulling my shirt back on, but my eyes wandered back to her.

Mina lay under a thin blanket (from where, i dont know), her long black hair tousled and falling over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, lips still swollen from our kisses. She was watching me with that sleepy, satisfied gaze, like a cat basking in warmth.

"You should come with a warning label, you know," she murmured, voice husky but playful.

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? What would it say?"

She stretched slowly, wincing slightly before laughing. "Caution: dangerously well-endowed. May cause sore thighs and addictive kissing tendencies."

I blinked. Then I laughed, nearly choking on my own breath. "Mina!"

She gave me a lazy grin, her eyes full of mischief. "Hey, I’m just stating facts. My whole body aches, but in a good way. A very good way."

I stood up, walking over to her side with a faint shake of my head. "You're unbelievable."

"So are you." She gently reached for my hand. "But unless you want to explain to the staff why we’re both half-naked up here, I think we should get dressed."

I gave a breathy chuckle. "Fair point."

Reaching for her clothes first, I began the quiet task of helping her dress again. It wasn’t awkward—it felt intimate, like I was tending to something fragile, something sacred.

I picked up her undergarments first, glancing her way.

"Mind if I…?" I asked softly.

Mina gave a faint nod, her cheeks a soft shade of pink now.

I crouched slightly, helping her into the lacy set she had folded earlier in her bag. My hands were gentle, reverent, careful not to linger too long out of respect—even if part of me ached to. Mina watched me with calm eyes, the corner of her lips twitching.

"You’re so focused," she teased quietly. "Is this how you are with everything?"

I chuckled. "Only when it’s someone important."

A flush rose on her cheeks again as she leaned back to let me zip up her skirt, then helped guide her arms through the sleeves of her fitted navy top.

Once she was dressed, she rose to her feet, smoothing out the wrinkles on her skirt and glancing in the mirror.

"I don’t think I can walk in a straight line just yet," she muttered under her breath.

I laughed quietly, grabbing my jacket as I pulled on my pants. "You’re really not going to let me live this down, huh?"

Mina walked toward me, adjusting the strap of her shoulder bag. "Absolutely not. I plan to remind you regularly. And maybe…" she leaned in, whispering near my ear, "make sure there’s a next time too."

I swallowed hard, fighting a grin. "You’re dangerous."

She kissed the side of my jaw. "You like dangerous."

I shook my head, helping her adjust her sunglasses before brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're my kind of dangerous."

And just like that, we were once again clothed, composed—but the air around us felt different. Charged. Changed.

We weren’t just two people in a hidden lounge anymore. We were something else now.

Still tangled on the couch, Mina leaned into my chest, her fingers drawing slow, lazy circles across my shirt as her breath evened out. My jacket had been tossed over us like some weak excuse for a blanket, and her white platform shoes lay forgotten near the PC tower.

Just when I thought the mood was winding down into a peaceful lull…

Ping.

My phone buzzed somewhere nearby. I instinctively reached over to check it—only to freeze when I saw the screen.

[Chaeyoung 🐯: “WHAT THE HELL #2 ???”]

Attached? Another photo. A selfie. Of us. Just taken.

Bare shoulders. Tangled hair. Mina's smirk. Me looking absolutely dazed and ruined, cheek resting against hers. There was a visible blanket covering some of us, but not enough.

"Mina!" I practically yelped, eyes wide, holding the phone up. "Why the hell did you send this to Chaeyoung?! Are you trying to give her a heart attack?!"

Mina just giggled softly against me, looking way too proud of herself.

"Relax, Oppa," she said smoothly, pulling my arm back around her waist. "It’s just a tease. She’s the least likely to spill something serious—and besides..." she tilted her head, brushing her lips against my cheek, "I wanted someone to know I had a very good night."

"You call that 'a good night'?" I groaned, flopping back dramatically. "She’s going to blackmail me for this until I’m in a grave. You know she will. I’m going to be called ‘chaotic couple content’ in TWICE’s group chat for the rest of my life."

Mina laughed again, that beautiful, breathy laugh that made all my irritation melt like butter on a summer day.

"Then you better live a long life, babe. We’ve got more chaos coming."

I groaned into my palms. "You’re evil."

"And yet…" she gently lifted my hand, kissing my knuckles with a smirk, "you still adore me."

She wasn’t wrong.

There was a beat of silence where I let myself just look at her—long straight hair, lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes shining with that strange mix of peace, danger, and fondness. And in that moment, tangled with her and half dressed, the world didn’t feel so overwhelming.

Mina tilted her head after a few seconds, breaking the silence.

"So, wanna go to your café?"

I blinked. "Right now?"

She nodded, her hand slipping into mine. "Mm-hmm. I want coffee. I want something sweet. I want…" she hesitated, then leaned closer, whispering, "to sit next to you in a place that’s all yours. Ours."

I didn’t even have to think. "I’ll close it down for us. Private reservation. You, me, and an entire café’s worth of desserts."

Her smile grew, and it wasn’t flirty this time—it was soft. Pure. Like she had something fragile in her chest and only I was allowed to see it.

And then she dropped the final bomb with casual ease, brushing her hair back and standing up, fixing her skirt like nothing life-altering just happened.

"Let’s go, boyfriend."

I sat there dumbfounded.

Did she just—?

Did she just label me?

“Boyfriend?” I muttered under my breath, heart rate skyrocketing.

She turned back with a wink. "Don’t make me say it twice."

I scrambled up, jacket in hand, trying to hide the stupid grin tugging at my lips.

Mina Myoui had just called me her boyfriend.

God help me, I’d follow her out that door and into the apocalypse.

(A/N: She is too pretty. I can't help it)

[zuntoshere]

List off all funny player books from the library ( stream from the 3rd / third of February 2024, QSMP 2024 return ) .

English-speakers :

BadBoyHalo — 100 Recipes Sweeter than Candy FitMC — Getting a Brazilian Boyfriend for Dummies Foolish — 101 Facts about Sharks Jaiden — Animation Techniques Philza — He & She: An Archaeology Marvel Slimecicle — Correct Usage of Mouse Buttons Wilbur Soot — From a Fallen Country to a World Tour Ironmouse — A complete guide to Cinnamonroll Nihachu — Ghost Hunting: A Guide Teana* — Dating as a Demon Tubbo — 101 Ways to crash a server

Spanish-speakers:

Quackity — Cómo no morir a las moscas Luzu – Binario: para tontos ElMariana — Cómo ser un buen papá Missa — Cómo detectar nubes de lluvia Roier — Como casarte con un brasilieño Vegetta777 — El arte de la simetria en minecraft WillyRex — Como poner 100 minas en un dia Carre — TÁCTICAS PUNKY

Portuguese-speakers:

Cellbit — Como traumatizar seus jogadores de RPG ** — Dirigindo Grandes Navios Mike — Ter uma Deusa como Esposa Pac — Ser um bom Padrasto Bagi — Encontrado seu gêmeo perdido

French-speakers:

Antoine — Techniques de méditation Aypierre — Grands Vins Français Baghera — Manuel d’utilisation de la tronçonneuse Etoiles — Être le meilleur * Not a mistake, just Tina's pseudonym. ** The plate had no name, but we all know it was Felps.

[poetlus]

RANDOM (and slightly unsettling!!) BNHA HEADCANONS cus i have nothing to post! schools kicking my ass

katsuki bakugo has had his bedroom door taken off by his mom

eijiro kirishima tells you to ask him “how many guns he owns” and when (if, because its a stupid fucking question) you do, he flexes his biceps and says “two!!”

denki kaminari is a “wyll warrior”

sero hanta sags his pants

mina ashido is an impulse buyer

the bakusquad doesn’t know their homophones. none of them use the correct “you’re” or “there” ever. (i think its silly when i include this in my smaus)

izuku midoriya sings in the shower

ochako uraraka listens to 21 savage (sero introduced her!)

shoto todoroki has a 7 year old minecraft hardcore world, he refused to go into the nether up until recently.

tenya iida listens to bedtime stories to fall asleep. (i’ll let you decide whether or not theyre childrens books)

shortly after tsuyu asui got her quirk, she refused to go into petstores because every time she saw a froggy she cried.

fumikage tokoyami has tried to do liberty spikes with his feathers. it ended horribly and nobody knows about it.

momo yaoyarozu doesnt like big dogs. she prefers teacup puppies.

kyouka jiro used to have a crush on gerard way

mashirao ojiro gets uncontrollably mad when he loses in imsg 8ball

[the-roo-too]

candy -> myoui mina ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- mina loves how much you love her group. you’re twice biggest defender fr. knows all the cheers by heart and uses twice songs as your ringtone lol

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- in my prime i read my fair share of ice queen mina fanfiction, so i’ll say hands! cause she can look all elegant and fancy and intimidating while STILL holding her gf’s hand hihi

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- i think cuddling happens naturally when you two are sitting next to each other on the couch for example? like watching a movie and sitting at an arm’s length turns into you half sitting on her lap while she’s half asleep lol

dates (what’s her ideal date)- i’m thinking very romantic, but simplistic. once in a while you get off work earlier than mina and come home to cook you two a yummy, candlelit dinner. that’s more than enough for her

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- remember when i said ice queen… yeah. but only at first! its like, you asked her out and she agreed but she was so excited for the date and tried to hard to be composed she actually freaked you out 💀

family (does she want one)- i’m gonna say yes. mina feels like the type of person who would want to settle down eventually and have a mini-me running around

gifts (what about gift giving)- mina is rich ok. rich parents, one of the most successful groups in korea… she gives you gifts casually, thinking they’re just a small thing that reminded her of you while it’s an sickeningly important watch or something lol

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- as i said before, yes. i think she also likes to drag you around in certain situations. if you’re taking too much with one of her members for example, and not giving her enough attention, she’ll subtly grab your hand and drag you away

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- burn down whatever hurt you. and i lean BURN. she’s serious about her baby getting hurt

jokes (does she like to joke around)- yes BUT, you almost never expect it. mina doesn’t feel like the type to pull pranks so when she makes a harmless joke or says something ironically you usually think she’s being serious 😭

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- gentle and calm. mindful and demure. my girl has all of the time in the world ok

love (what’s her love language)- gift giving! pushing the ice queen trope, i think mina is aware people see her as colder or more closed off so she’s actually scared you’ll think she doesn’t like you because she isn’t being as affectionate. in return, she’ll spoil you rotten. every thing that reminds her of you, even the tiniest bit, she gets it.

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- i’ll say introducing you to her members. because they’re such a big part of her life, she waits with it until she thinks you’re really the one. her parents have met you before twice lol. anyways, the small twinkle in your eyes as you chatted shyly with her members, holding her pinky with your for mental support—that’s her core memory

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- you two just sleep on your assigned sides of the bed. one way or another you’ll get entangled during the night, but neither you nor mina mind falling asleep while laying side by side.

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- i think ballet is very quirky. years of practice, she subtly pokes your side every time you’re not standing straight. she just doesn’t want you to get back aches tho :((

pet names (what does she like to call you)- the most cute, tooth rotting names and i’m not even joking.

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- you’re playing minecraft and/or animal crossing with her, end of discussion

rush (does she rush into things)- nope. as i said before, she has to get used to you. you were the one to ask her out so she has to get to know you on that level now, then get to know the other you while you slowly warm up to her too

secrets (how open is she with you)- not very open. through your relationship, she slowly unravels her secrets to you, but it takes time and you have to be patient with her.

time (how long did it take her to confess)- you asked her out, so there’s that. but confess her love? man i’m gonna say a couple years lol

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- if you’re upset after a fight, she’s upset too and then she just apologises the next day, tired of sleeping in bed without you. other than that, she’ll be surprised and try to immediately console you

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- not really. if you’re in love, she doesn’t see your relationship as something the public has a say in

warrior (how often do you fight)- only when you’re tired after work. and it’s stupid stuff too. you placed your shoes on the spot she usually uses so you two banter about it for two minutes until you’re both in bed, laughing about how stupid that was

x-ray (is she able to read you)- yes! someone has to bffr. mina knows you like the back of her hand lol

yes (how would she propose to you)- remember the dates when you come home early and cook dinner? she takes a day free and when you get home early for your date, she surprises you by taking you out to a fancy restaurant instead. she’s so nervous too 😭 but you’ll say yes, right?

zen (what makes her feel calm)- playing games with you! stressed mina will absolutely drag you to your pc room (because you do have that) and sit you down with her to build a cute house in minecraft

part of [the fluff series]

[coldfanbou]

Hey there! I also have fluffy thoughts for ya

How about Myoui Mina and MReader just having a chill day at home playing Minecraft with their kid?

Cute thoughts are nice to write. Also, I'm taking the baby name from @twice-inamillion Twice Story

Mina sat down in her large chair, placing the pizza down in the middle of the large table. She picked up your kid and sat her down on her lap before starting up the game. You sat down beside her, starting up your pc.

You pinch Mina's cheeks, "Wait up!" She smiles and swats your hand away. Mina tells you to hurry up and begins eating. She gets distracted by Hina's hands as they reach up and try to get the slice of pizza.

"Ah, Hina!" Mina laughs, wrapping one arm around the baby's waist and keeping her still. "This isn't for you." Mina says, trying to keep the food away from her. You laugh at the scene and snap a quick picture before beginning to play the game. Once Hina had stopped reaching for the pizza, Mina joined you.

The two of you played in the same world, with Hina babbling directions you couldn't understand. She'd point at Mina screen and say something. Mina would encourage it, pointing somewhere on the screen and asking what it was.

She would respond, and you smiled hearing her voice. You and Mina enjoyed the night, playing games until it was Hina's bedtime. You put her to bed and stand in the doorway with Mina. You watch Hina sleep peacefully. You kiss Mina softly and shut the door before heading to the bedroom and cuddling until you drift off to sleep.

[midnightjewel]

Playing Minecraft With The Bakusquad

What it’s like to play Minecraft with the Bakusquad? (With avatars that I made myself included! :) )

A/N: Keep in mind that I’m not by any means a Minecraft expert at all! I just play for fun! (this is written with the idea of y’all playing survival)

Characters Included: Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki, Mina, and Sero

Bakugo

Kingexplosion04

Claims to be annoyed by playing with y’all and he lowkey is, he just wants to play the right way but ofc Denki and the others don’t want to do that

No bs when he first loads in, goes straight for getting wood for a house

Probably the only one who has a house by the first night and everyone is begging to stay there

Is grumbling the whole time that y’all are in his house that night and gets annoyed by Denki’s screaming into the mic

Almost never dies due to mobs unless there is multiple on him at once

One time there was a witch poisoning him at the same time that a skeleton was shooting him, he died and let’s just say y’all learned at least three new combinations of curse words

First one to find diamonds and everyone suddenly has everything and anything to trade with him, he never trades with you guys

Always stocked on food and plenty of weapons and does not really work well with others, prefers to do things on his own

Has a small house but it’s reliable and surrounded by a cobblestone wall for extra protection

Kirishima

Kirishark69

When he spawns in he knows the basic things like getting a crafting table and regular wood weapons

Second person done with their house and absolutely the first one with a pet dog

Builds a house out of cobblestone, and Burch wood and it’s awkwardly big for a survival house but it’s okay because he lets you stay with him until yours is done

Doesn’t like killing animals so he makes Bakugo or Denki do it at first but he gets warmed up to it the more he plays (but he still hates doing it)

Doesn’t get killed by mobs too much but the god forsaken skeletons are what always get him

Quickly builds a boat and fishing poles, his favorite thing to do is go catch fish and cook them to eat

Really good at working together with you to find resources

Is a contributor to Denki’s mic screaming sometimes but only when he’s being attacked

Denki

milfhunterdenki

Is so fun to play with because he’s absolutely hilarious when it comes to commentary

Probably the last one to finish his house and it’s just the right amount of space for a survival house

Just rooms with Sero until his house it built but they don’t mind

Doesn’t mind killing animals for food and often does it for you and Kirishima if you don’t like doing it

Ends up dying by testing an enderman by looking it in the eyes to be funny but it backfires and he can’t find his stuff when he respawns and ofc he screams a lot when this happens

If you two share a house he builds it while you go out to find decorations for it it’s a happy medium

First one to get leather armor bc he just kills the animals without a care in the world

Mina

PinkyAcid22

You two have the most gorgeous garden out of your house and you both have the privilege of calling everyone else’s houses boring and plain

Just ends up spending a lot of time digging to find caves and other materials such as diamonds or gold

Often yelling at Denki to shut up when he’s screaming but is doing it in a loving and joking way while laughing at him for dying to the endermen

Very fun and successful to play with, you two more often than not are the first ones to have diamond weapons

You all often get the message “PinkyAcid22 fell from a high place” which is how she normally dies

But you two have come up with a pact to collect each others stuff if the other one can’t find it so that way Denki and Sero don’t come steal it

Sero

Stonedsero420

Very chill when playing by himself but when Denki joins the party it gets chaotic pretty quick

Often bands with Kirishima to kill spiders and make fishing poles, they like to go out in boats and fish

Mostly looks for caves to find iron and diamonds but mostly just ends up with a bunch of holes around the squads base

Often dies by either falling into the holes or by drowning

Sero likes to find and explore shipwrecks so more often than not that’s how he ends up dying and if it’s not by drowning it’s definitely by a drowned

Normally the first one to be dripped out in diamond or gold armor

Probably the first one to find a village. He loves to loot them 

Very nice and gives you or makes you all the supplies you need, you might come back to your house and notice that there’s extra food or weapons in the chest… it was him



[luvmyoui]

five - good?

previous masterlist next

gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex

word count: 1,443

a/n: SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A WHILE I WS WORKING ON PT2 FOR HER FAV AND IVE JS BEEN REALLY BUSY😞😞

“mina, you actually can’t keep doing this. not only are you sleeping around, but you're bringing these girls to our dorm. just imagine what could happen if it got out that you were sleeping around and that you had a dick.” nayeon said the moment mina stepped foot out of her room.

“okay, okay, this was the last time.” mina waved her off as she went to open the fridge

“you say that everytime, I'm serious about this. It has to stop.” nayeon said with a groan. 

“no more, got it.” mina said while taking out the leftovers that remained in the fridge. It was too early for her to say anything in disagreement. 

“i'm gonna hold you to this.” nayeon said with a pointed glare. 

mina hummed in response but the next thing that left nayeon's mouth made her freeze up. “I hope you were responsible enough to have taken precautions, having a child would ruin us.”

“w- what, o-of course i um i obviously wouldn't have any.” mina stuttered out. 

she didn't want it out anywhere that she had a kid, her whole career would be over if the news got out. nayeon sent her a questioning gaze wondering why she suddenly froze up. mina usually never froze up like this. mina didn't say anything to explain her sudden change of demeanor and simply walked back to her room. she could eat in there for today. 

she set the food down on her desk and sat down on her gaming chair. no matter how much mina had changed, her obsession with video games was something that never would. she opened minecraft and scrolled all the way down to her first few worlds. her cursor hovered over the one named ‘dream house w y/n’. 

reminiscing the time when she made it and showed you it with a smile spread across her face brought sadness to her. she missed you but she hated you. in her eyes she treated you amazing and still did. it wasn't like she had disappeared, she sent you money monthly and sometimes she would even send gifts. she thought that she was fulfilling her role as a parent pretty well. 

mina often thought of messaging you, asking for updates on isla. the hesitance would hit while her thumb was hovering over the send button. her ego not allowing her to talk to you after the way you had ended things. 

sixth harmony, the group that was formed after the time you spent on x factor. you had sadly lost on the show but it seemed like that was for the better. after being eliminated, simon cowell had signed you under his company saying that he saw the potential in all of you. simon taking the risk with you and the girls had only ended up paying off, your fame skyrocketing. 

your debut single miss movin’ on being a huge hit, your group name being known nationally. with time the fame of sixth harmony only grew and grew. though you had finally achieved your dream of becoming a famous singer it seemed as if the hole in your heart never filled. you thought that maybe doing this would make you feel better about all that had happened. (spoiler alert: it didn't!)

being a singer wasn't easy either, the paparazzi were insane. you couldn't leave your house with isla in fear that you being a mother would be leaked. It was much harder to spend time with your daughter with your busy schedule. you ended up having to tell your company that you had a daughter, so you could bring her to the studio.

seeing simon as someone you were close to you revealed the information to him and to say he was upset was an understatement. you being a teen mom changed everything, this could not get out. due to the fact that sixth harmony was very famous, you being one of the fan favorites, he could not do anything, they needed you. 

you honestly considered yourself lucky to have been gifted with such an amazing daughter. even when introduced to the new environment isla barely fussed. In fact she quickly started to look forward to going with you to places, being able to see her favorite aunt dinah. although having been with camila for more time she for some reason changed her favorite to dinah. you were ecstatic that your daughter both adored and was adored by your bandmates. 

it had now been 3 years since you debuted and two years since mina had left you. the thought left a bitter taste on your tongue, two years since she left you with a broken heart.

you stepped out of your apartment (which mina was still filling the rent for) to go down and check for mail. you were stopped at your door by a box though, you picked it up and brought it back into your room. you took the box to a kitchen and used a knife to cut through the tape, you checked the address and noticed it was from korea. you immediately knew who it was from.

Inside resided a thick white envelope on top of a sweatshirt. your eyes widened as you picked up the envelope, feeling how thick it was, filled with without a doubt hundred dollar bills. you didn't know why she continued to do this, you knew that she knew you were a singer. still, mina never failed to send a monthly allowance and gifts. 

after taking out the envelope you took out a sweatshirt, and once you unfolded it your jaw dropped. in a recent interview you had mentioned that your favorite expensive brand was prada. in your hands right now was a prada sweatshirt, one that you knew cost over a thousand dollars.

you made sure to use that sweatshirt to its full extent.

you were currently holding a small party at your home for isla, as it was her birthday. a ring at your door had caused you to momentarily put her in lauren’s lap as you went to answer it. standing there was a delivery man who was asking for your signature. you went to sign it, confused on what it could've been, you didnt remember ordering anything. 

the man asked if you wanted him to put the package inside as it was heavy and you kindly accepted. after he left, you got a knife to open the package, it was huge. It was almost the same height as isla. when you opened the package your eyes widened and you called isla over. 

“hey baby, you got a gift.” you softly said squatted down as she smushed her face into yours. 

at the mention of a present, she immediately pulled away and tried to peep into the box.

“weally?! whos it fwom?” isla questioned, not being able to pronounce her r’s correctly.

“It's from your other mom.” at the mention of her isla’s face dropped. 

“why cant mommy come and see me? why doesn't she wanna see me?” isla said her bottom lip wobbling. 

“baby, it’s not that she doesnt wanna see you, she's just really busy working. she has to work hard to provide for us, she misses you so much!” you said trying your best to make sure isla didn’t cry on her birthday. 

“c’mon, don't you wanna drive around this super cool car?” dinah intervened, sensing that isla would cry.

the girls had come over along with isla, and had seen the whole interaction. isla’s mood immediately went up at the mention of riding in the car. she ran over to dinah and reached her hands up, gesturing that she wanted to be picked up. dinah reached down and picked isla up, isla now finally getting a look at the present in full. it was a pink toy rzr 900.

although everyone's mood had been lifted heavily, camila’s stayed down. a frown etched onto her face. she understood that mina was still isla’s parent but you referring to her in a positive way didn't sit right with her. camila was there with you through everything mina had put you through, and camila hated mina. 

“mina what the fuck?!” nayeon shouted as she burst into mina’s room. 

startled by the noise, mina flinched hard and accidentally hit a piglin in minecraft.

“what the fuck?!” mina shouted in response, now being attacked by all of the piglins in her vicinity. 

“check your fucking phone.” nayeon said in a scarily calm voice.

mina obliged and the second she picked the device up her eyes widened. 

“fuck.” 

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[springbudeyes]

Please enjoy the first installment of a new series I'd like to call Gamemode 0!

If you're waiting for Mianite Season Four (ha), this will hopefully tide you over. Gamemode 0 is a highly produced mini-series that tells a story through text, dramatic audio narration, a musical score, and images. It stars a villain who was an edgy Grim Reaper in 2015 and it poses the question—how much has Kikoku Botan really changed since 2015?

That question will be answered over the course of – I'm guessing – seven-ish chapters? The first chapter, which you're about to read and hear, is based on a Minecraft RP session held in a single night. Those present for the session include World Historian's original writer (me) and a group of talented role-players. More info under the cut!

Here's the cast:

Moth @robotmothpie as Ginkgo Belshem

CloudF11 @silent-moons-camp as Cloud Endernatus

Metal @mx-metal as Omu Vulcan

Honor @cult-of-athar as Fateshaper (the Big Bad)

Matthew (me) as World Historian

(All characters are voiced by me.)

Background:

The project was Mianite Etherealis. We played on a private 1.12 server for two years, ending in early 2023. The chapter you're about to read (titled Session One) covers the RP session that brought World Historian into the narrative.

I would almost go so far as to say that you're about to experience a canon World Historian mini-series with implications for all World Historian content in existence.

Is it actually canon? I don't know. It's as authentic as you'll ever get for WH, that's for sure. I've spent the last nine years developing the cosmology being used here. I planted the seeds for it when I created World Historian in 2015.

But no, Gamemode 0 isn't Dec-and-Tom-approved canon. And my astounding co-writers aren't offical Mianite writers. And Etherealis isn't a piece of lost Mianite media, though you can think of it that way if you'd like.

Vision:

Gamemode 0 will follow the plot of Mianite Etherealis for one more session, then embark on its own original plot centered on World Historian.

That being said, my aim with Gamemode 0 is to dig up a piece of the past and link it to the future. This series is one of many projects that could result from that effort. If it sees enough support, it could grow beyond text, images, and audio. We have endless headroom here.

If you're looking for Botan's history in Ruxomar, you'll find it. If you're hoping for a glimpse into Akemi and Mina's lives, you'll get it. If you seek all manner of strange World Historian lore, consider it yours.

We have plenty of chapters to take us from the past, to the future, and back again. I could just list the plain facts about World Historian in a lore post, but as a storyteller, I could never be satisfied with that.

Disclaimer:

The players own their characters. Most of the dialogue and actions in Session One come straight from the corresponding RP session. I'm just putting it all to a narrative and making readability tweaks for first-timers.

Shout-outs:

Happy birthday yesterday, Honor! We love you!! I guess this is one of your presents. Thanks for letting World Historian take over as the big scary dude for a session. And sorry for writing out our best boy, Oleander. We should co-write something someday.

Cloud, thanks for going back to our defunct Minecraft world to set everything up and take the awesome shadered screenshots for Session One. Also thanks for making c!Cloud such a great POV character. He carries Gamemode 0.

Thank you, Moth, for the un-shadered screenies, for being my PR person, and for supporting me generally all the time. PDA PDA aaaaa!

And thanks, Metal, for being the cool one. B)

Calls to action:

Mianitees, shower love upon my friends. I know Moth and Cloud would jump at the opportunity to answer asks about their passionately crafted OCs. And so would Honor and Metal, I suspect. With the right motivation, who knows what they could create?

The link will send you to my Substack blog, where you'll be able to read, listen, like, and subscribe to my newsletter. The paid subscription has no advantage over the free one; most of you will pick free, but if anyone would like to support me financially, that would be super appreciated. (If we get some traction with subs, I'll set up sub goals and a budget for upgrades to my production.) I plan to release Gamemode 0 chapters as frequently as I can, but I will post something to my Substack every month—Mianite related or not.

Also please like and reblog this Tumblr post if you dig it and want to see more.

Now go and enjoy your food.

[mechazushi]

If The Core Division Three Members Had Gaming Channels...

Kafka Hibino {A.K.A ComfyManGaming}: Mainly Shop Management Sims or just Sims in general. His most popular series and the one that let him go full time as a content creator was his Power Wash sim Story Time where he got to talk about the craziest things that happened to him in his, like, six different cleaning jobs. ( In order; Landscaper, personal maid service, High rise window washer [tied for origin for most of his craziest stories], Nuclear Power Plant Office janitor, Failed attempt at running his own power wash service, and School Janitor with a car detail side job. {Most recent/longest held job/and also tied for craziest story origin generator with Car Detail Horror stories being second). Can be convinced to play atmospheric games like Journey/Abzu/Fire Watch/Anything thought provoking or emotional.

Reno Ihchikawa{A.K.A IchyChill Breakdowns}: Whatever Windette does, but with less insults. Basically Build Breakdowns and Speedrun Tutorials. Carried with the energy of a tired Indian Math teacher trying to teach calculus to 8th graders. Is also [technically] a PNG tuber, but because he's low energy, the PNG doesn't move much.

Iharu Haruichi {A.K.A SharkBAIT}: Two Channels. One is a horror game channel, Both Indi and Triple A. The other is anything casual, but mainly sticks to Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Coral Island, that sort of thing. Fans like to call the Horror one Anxiety and the non-horror one Anti-Anxiety(Each have their own mascots and like to fight each other like Jacksepticeye and Antisepticeye). He has absolutely accidentally cross posted horror vids onto the non horror channel and vice-versa. The community like to pretend that they don't interact with the other channels and when that sort of thing happens, they pretend they've been exposed to horrors beyond comprehension. (yes, even when the horror channel gets a cutesy vid)

Mina Ashiro{ A.K.A Can(n)onGodess/Pr3ttyW1ttl3K1tty}: Also Two channels, but actively makes sure that no one knows she runs both. One is a live stream of FPS set up as no-commentary/with camera (Mainly colorful ones like Valorant). The other is also no commentary with NO camera and its Sim 3 or 4 tips-and-tricks and Minecraft Aesthetic House Build (Mod and No Mod.)

Kikrou Shinomya:{A.K.A Can_It_Doom?} A STEM major that couldn't find a use for her degree as fast as she liked, so she started a Can it Run Doom? channel as a joke, and now it's evolved into a channel where people recommend different setups like Drumset Controler on a Texas TI-84 Graphing Calculator. (Is also currently in the middle of working on a live action Tank Setup for World of Tanks as a subscriber goal.)

Hoshina Soshiro{A.K.A SwordSingerSUPREME} Any game that involves sword fighting and critiques it either Accurately or HARSHLY. Also streams his HEMA training/tournaments. It's very popular (because everyone find him hot) and has since become a bit of an eclectic channel that is split between his Gaming vids, his HEMA vids, and P.O Box unboxing vids where people send him A LOT of gifts. There's also an over an hour video of him playing Let's Hit Each Other With Fake Swords the Card Game with his older brother (who is also in HEMA.) that he made when the channel hit 5 million subscribers.

✨Bonus✨

Gen Narumi{A.K.A xXGenNarumi420Xx}: Plays anything that's currently trending, but his bread and butter is FPS or Run and Guns. (Has confessed to saying "Would" to the Ultrakill Robot.)

Okonogi Konomi{A.K.A BlossomBear}: Indi VTuber that plays exclusively Indi Puzzle games or Puzzle Platformers. Isn't a singing VTuber so much as one that can and will go in-depth on programming and what goes into a VTube model (She made hers and it has two forms : a chibi, curly white haired, anthro bear girl and a white plushi version with orange blossom motifs.) Can and has demonstrated to be an absolute GOD at Minesweeper

Minase{A.K.A MinAction}: A anime/movie/Western Animation reaction channel. Has an uncanny habit of predicting things before they should be obvious.

Hakua{A.K.A HakuaKooksXP} A cooking channel whose shtick is 1000 Ways To Prepare [Insert Food Here.]. She's still currently working her way through rice.

Haruichi Izumo {Goes by his name} Various product review channel.

Aoi Kaguragi {Also goes by his name} A very well made workout channel.

[friedrichnapier]

God has let me live another day and I'm about to make it everyone's problem

Hi, my name is Friedrich, but I also go by name like Alistair, Paket or Doc, you can choose the one you like the most. You can use she/he/they pronauns for me, I personally use he/him for myself.

I'm 20+ years old aroace graphic design student that like anime, manga, games, horror and fantasy stuff, minerals, 18-20 centuries aesthetics and history and much more.

My fave Hellsing character is Doc and Millennium in lesser state. Also very big fan of Mina Harker and parent of bunch of background characters.

IMPORTANT CLARIFICATIONS + DNI LIST:

I like problematic characters and problematic ships, BUT I don't support real life abuse. I also DO NOT accept pedophilia, zoo and necrophilia. If you're into this shit, stay away from me.

If you are a fachist/nazi/neo/etc, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BLOG. The fact that I like Millennium characters DOESN'T MEAN that I support you and your views you freaks.

I don't raise the topic of current world events in my blog because of my mental state, but this doesn't mean that I support actions of Russia and Israel, they do terrible things. Please understand that.

This is not explicitly NSFW blog because I don't really make this stuff myself, but I may reblog some 18+ things from time to time. If you're a minor or just don't like this stuff, keep this in mind if you want to interact with my blog. Also please don't act weird. I may be an adult who doesn't mind 18+ things, but that doesn't mean that you're is allowed to behave as you please. Especially don't act weird or try to talk on 18+/NSFW topics with me if you are a minor, otherwise I will block you, it would be best for all involved.

My main fandom is anime/manga Hellsing (almost all iterations + original Bram Stoker's Dracula), but I also like other media, like:

Ib (RPG horror game)

Argai: The Prophecy (my childhood fixation)

Spyro The Dragon series

Transformers: Prime

SCP Foundation (one of two The Factory/Dr. Wondertainment enjoyer)

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Daniel Mullins Games verse (Pony Island, The Hex, Inscryption)

Houseki no Kuni (aka Land of Lustrous)

Steven Universe

Dead Cells

Darkest Dungeon

Fear and Hunger

Team Fortress 2 (not a player, but I like comics and lore in general)

Undertale and Deltarune

The Elder Scrolls (Skyrim as main)

Minecraft

Naruto

Tokyo Ghoul

Signalis

The Backwater Gospel (this is probably such an obscure shit but it's literally my most favorite shortfilm of all times-)

Also my English is sucking ass, it's not my first language, sorry for that-

[mythtaker]

About Me?? Archive? DOSSIER??? Yes.

꒰꒰°ADELAIDE — ₊˚ [¹] [²] [³]🌼

25 | PISCES | PAN | INFP

Interests

shows, movies, & anime

supernatural • teen wolf  • jjba • arcane

beastars • jjk • my hero academia • megalobox

the way of the househusband • stranger things 

the umbrella academy • star wars • star trek

haikyuu • fruits basket

books &comics

the mortal instruments • the lunar chronicles • dc • marvel

the maze runner • twilight • the hunger games • tmnt

podcasts & youtubers

dungeons and daddies • critical role • markiplier

jacksepticeye • your internet mom ash • banana bus squad

the game theorists • hannah bayles • mina le • nicole raifee

video games

the outer worlds • detroit: become human • cod: mwii

elden ring • for the king • minecraft • skyrim

music & musicals

aurora • dance gavin dance • zayn • the neighborhood

melanie martinez • logic • linkin park • imagine dragons

be more chill • hamilton

Fanfiction Recs

In Every Life by lucelafonde (mha, erasermight)

lifeline by themasterletters and weathermood (iwtv, danlou)

The Man Who Knew Infinity by fallen_leaves (jjk, gojo satoru)

Half Alive by EirianErisdar (avatar, spider socorro)

The dangers in my mind by PrincessAmericaChavez (st, steve harrington)

Not So Bad by outofmygourd (st, steddie)

Echoes by diadoumenos (sw, stormpilot)

Present Continuous by anonymous (jjba, fugomista)

wait for the words to return in the echo by Nymphiase (jjba, giomis)

despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by pramixeter (Zimario) (mcu, stucky)

Things My Heart Used to Know by posionivory (dc, jayroy)

Comfort Videos

[scarstartrachart]

Brother and sister✨ Yo y Vruzzt empesamos a bromiar que Mina y el Hijo de Vruzzt y Lenny son hemanos y esto me ispiro en hacer este dibujito✨, La verdad serian ese tipo de hemanos que se ven bien inosentes pero destruirian todo a su paso xd Pero siento que serian una bonita famila da verdad, @vruzzt Espero que te guste dibujito del sin nombre xd y la familia ✨xD (Haha el Edd lo veria como otro hijo mas, Siendo muy cariñoso con los 2 x3) I and Vruzzt began to joke that Mina and the Son of Vruzzt and Lenny are brothers and this is what prompted me to make this little cartoon✨, that they look innocent but would destroy everything in their path xd But I feel that they would be a beautiful family to, @vruzzt I hope you like the picture of the nameless kid xd and the family ✨xD (Haha the Edd would see him as another son, being very affectionate with the 2 x3)

[akemitime]

Akko headcanons English/ Español

. Whoever decided that akko plays Minecraft you're absolutely right, she rather explore the world, the nether and mines (wich is funny bc sometimes she gets scared of them), while her house is just a bed, a chest and a furnace all covered by blocks of dirt

.Loves basketball and knows how to play it very well, least favorite sport is football/soccer

.Undiagnosed adhd(but she knew she had many symptoms) till the finals of the series wich she finally got a proper diagnosis

.Watches kids cartoons as comfort

.Had a hiperfixation on flowers at twelve, she now can't recall all the knowledge she had but knows more than the basics, because is an interest that comes and goes

.Loves Pokemon and her favorite region is Alola

.She doesn't like being called a gamer but knows and plays too much for being just a enjoyer

. Dislikes being constantly reminded about something but if she doesn't have her reminder ( wich is an application on her phone that is in Japan) there's a 70% she will forget

.She already knew about vines but started quoting them thanks to Amanda

. Still anonymously sending support messages to the yeti

.Isn't into books but will pass a lot of time in a library reading tons of novels and think if Lotte or Diana would like them, to give the books as birthday present

.Isn't into books like I said but loves manga and anime, her favorite genre is Shounen

. Actually really likes English and is also a fast learner so it wasn't so hard to master it, but sometimes she will look at Ursula/Chariot with the most dead expression and asks:" Professor, what was the way to the book ranch?"or look at Sucy and says:"So just asking, you put some of your mushrooms in UuuUUUHHH,.. a cold keeper?" or recalls numbers in Japanese and then she translate

. Unable to read lips

. Knows the basics of sign language in Japanese and English thinking that maybe in one of her performances a deaf kid gets lost she will need to comunicate with them

.Tried to keep a pet rock and she lose it somewhere

. Really knows how to draw, she will spend time as a kid drawing the best parts of Shiny Chariot performances, but even though she can draw people decently realistic she draws in a cartoon style

. Glitter lover

.As a kid wasn't allowed in the kitchen but before getting into Luna Nova she managed to became a decent cook

.As a kid had a conformt song that is called " No friends" wich she doesn't completely relate anymore but still loves it

. Besides having "high hopes" on loop in her head , she obviously likes both pop and K-pop, up beat happy music, no obscene rap and some anime music, surprisingly for some people including herself, loves phonk

. Doesn't like make up on herself but if she sees someone with a cool one she goes" YASS B### SLAYYY" regardless of gender

. Tried to eat crayons when she was five and randomly thinks about doing it again 💀

.Thinks all her scars were worth and isn't ashamed of showing them

.Akko gay awakening was Megara from the Hércules movie by Disney

.A quién sea que se le ocurrió que akko juega Minecraft, tienes toda la razón, ella preferiría explorar el mundo, ir al nether o a las minas(cosa que es gracioso por qué algunas veces se asusta), mientras que su casa es una cama, un cofre y un horno, rodeados de bloques de tierra

.Ama el basketball y sabe cómo jugarlo muy bien, su deporte menos preferido es el fútbol

.Tenía Tdah sin diagnosticar( pero sabía que tenía varios síntomas) hasta el final de la serie y por fin le hicieron un diagnóstico

. Be shows de niños por conformt

.Tuvo su obsesión ( osea la hiperfijación pero es que suena rarísima la palabra) con las flores a los doce, actualmente no puede recordar todo el conocimiento que tenía sobre ellas pero sabe más que lo básico, es un interés que va y viene

.Ama pokèmon y su región favorita es Alola

.No le gusta que la llamen gamer pero sabe y juega demasiado como para no serlo

.Le desagrada que constantemente le estén recordando algo pero si no tiene su recordatorio a la mano( una aplicación que tiene en el celular que se encuentra en Japón) hay un 70% de probabilidad que se le olvide

. Ya sabía de los vines pero empezó a recitarlos gracias a Amanda

.De manera anónima le sigue mandando mensajes de apoyo al yeti

.No es muy metida en los libros pero pasaría un largo rato en la librería leyendo a montones novelas pensando si a Lotte o a Diana le gustaría para regalarles un o unos libros

. Cómo ya dije, no está muy interesada en los libros pero ama el manga y el anime

. Realmente le gusta el inglés y es una aprendiz rápida lo cual hizo que no fuera tan difícil dominar el idioma, pero algunas veces mira a Úrsula/Chariot y le pregunta:" Profesora, ¿Dònde queda el rancho de libros?" O le dice a Sucy," Oye una pregunta, ¿Tú pones algunos de tus hongos en UuuUUUHHH,... Un container de frío? O dice los números en japonés y luego lo traduce

. Incapaz de leer los labios

.Sabe lo básico de lenguaje de señas tanto en inglés y japonés por qué pensó que quizás en algunos de sus shows un niño sordo se pierda y necesite comunicarse con este

.Intento tener una piedra mascota y la termino perdiendo

. Realmente sabe cómo dibujar, de pequeña dibujaba las mejores escenas de Shiny Chariot, pero a pesar que sabe dibujar a la gente de forma decentemente realista prefiere tener un estilo más de caricatura

.Amante de la escarcha

.De niña no la dejaban pasar a la cocina, pero antes de entrar a Luna Nova se las arreglo para saber cocinar decentemente

.De niña tenía una canción de confort que se llama " No friends" en la cual ya no se identifica completamente la sigue amando

. Además de tener " high hopes" en bucle en la cabeza, le gusta tanto el pop y K-pop, canciones animadas y felices, raps que no sean obscenos y una que otra canción de anime, pero para sorpresa de algunos entre ellos ella misma le gustó el phonk

. No le gusta ponerse maquillaje pero si ve a alguien luciendolo ella grita:"MATA LA LIGA CAB###"

.Intento comerse unos crayones cuando tenía cinco y de forma random piensa en volverlo a hacer 💀

.Piensa que todas sus cicatrices valieron la pena y no se avergüenza de ellas

.El gay awakening de akko fue Megara de la película de Hércules de Disney

[southfarthing]

have you ever taken a look at the lord of the rings world built in Minecraft

I haven't! I think I've seen pictures of things people have made? like I think there was a minas tirith?? but yeah I've never played minecraft so I don't know if you mean like an official thing or?

[exploding-fountain]

the Ultimate Intro to Twice masterlist

Title tracks

Perfect World (girl crush)

Cry For Me (dark/sensual)

I Can't Stop Me (elegant)

Like Ooh-Ahh (teen crush)

Fancy (bubblegum)

Best live performances

Cry For Me

I Can't Stop Me

Taemin's Move (Momo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung)

Hello (Momo, Nayeon, Chaeyoung)

Pop! (Nayeon)

Sunmi's Gashina (Nayeon, Momo, Mina, Chaeyoung)

Vocal stages

Queen of Hearts

Alcohol-Free

CACTUS (Twice minus Jeongyeon)

Greedy (Jihyo, Nayeon, Momo, Chaeyoung)

Dance stages

Dangerous Love (Momo, Mina)

Bloodline (Momo, Tzuyu, Chaeyoung)

rhythmic gymnastics (Mina)

Crown (Jihyo)

Tadow & Bad (Momo)

Song playlists (title tracks and b-sides)

Bubblegum: Fancy, Feel Special, Cheer Up, What Is Love?, Yes or Yes, The Feels, Talk that Talk, Likey, TT, Signal, Dance The Night Away, BDZ, Heartshaker, Knock Knock, Pop! (Nayeon), Scientist, Candy Pop, One More Time

Teen crush/groovy: Like Ooh-Ahh, Turn It Up, Hot, Trouble, Queen, Shot Clock, Good at Love, Basics, Breakthrough, Go Hard, Scandal, Firework, Flow like waves, Oxygen, Make Me Go, Up No More, Fake & True, Set Me Free, Got The Thrills, Better, Good at Love, Killin’ Me Good (Jihyo)

Chill: Brave, Flow like waves, Sandcastle, Say Something, Cruel, F.I.L.A (Fall In Love Again), Crazy Stupid Love, Wallflower, Girls Like Us

Elegant/classy/dark/sexy: Cry For Me, I Can't Stop Me, Last Waltz, Alcohol-Free, Espresso, Bring It Back, Gone, Love Foolish, Hell In Heaven, Closer (Jihyo)

Girl crush/loud bangers: Perfect World, Fanfare, Hello, Voices of Delight, Queen of Hearts, Icon, Kura Kura, Nightmare (Jihyo)

Sad/soft songs: Cactus, When We Were Kids, Best Thing I Ever Did, Melting, Wishing, Say Yes, Stay By My Side, Jaljayo Good Night, Stuck, Doughnut, Like A Fool, Be As One, One In A Million, 21:29, Someone Like Me, Ice Cream, That's all I'm saying, Sunset (Nayeon), Stardust love song (Jihyo)

(playlists tend to blend into each other. For example Like Ooh-Ahh could be bubblegum, Love Foolish could be groovy, Kura Kura could be elegant, Cry For Me could be girl crush).

Variety/Youtube/vlive content

Twice "doing" the Stray Kids Circus spin

MC Dahyun. More MC Dahyun. Dahyun and the baby fan. Dahyun finding cameras. Baby Dahyun. Babiest Dahyun.

Nayeon and Chaeyoung on Lee Young Ji's show

Mina Minecraft

Sana and her 8 introvert friends. Sana vs Stray Kids Bangchan awkwardness (unstoppable object meets unmovable force)

Baby Chaeyoung and Tzuyu

Twice eating ice

Undercover Nayeon in a chatroom of rookie idols (Nmixx Haewon, Billie Moon Sua, Kep1er Baiyyih, woo!ah Nana)

THE VIDEO THAT TWICE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO SEE!! (clickbait)

I'M GONNA BE A STAR (STAR) I'M GONNA BE I'M I'M GONNA BE I'M GONNA BE A STAR (STAR) I'M GONNA BE I'M I'M GONNA BE I'M GONNA BE A STAR (STAR) I'M GONNA BE I'M I'M GONNA BE I'M GONNA BE A STAR (STAR) I'M I'M GONNA BE I'M I'M GONNA BE–

The seven year one sided embarrassment of Seventeen's Seungkwan vs Momo

Jeongyeon and BTS Jimin beefing (/hj???)

[bigboomboi]

Kindered Sparks

This is my entry for @gg9183’s soulmate collab - Oof, I was almost late for your birthday ( I know that I'm technically no where near late, but I put this out so much later than I would've rathered. Sorry, I'm a Virgo, mate.) Anyhoo! Happy Birthday! And congratulations on your amazing Milestone! Thank you for organizing this collab too and allowing me to be apart of it! Honestly, I love soulmate pieces so much, so I was so excited seeing this prompt (I'm excited to read the others as well!) My friend helped me put together an idea for a SM connection and I really enjoyed writing it, hope you do as well :) Happy reading!

Fem!reader x Denki Kaminari

Soulmates au; People are born with a dream realm connecting them to their Soulmate. Warning; harsh language, Hurt/comfort, pretty fluffy, cursing. Implied readerxfemale relationship. BakuKiri relationship (I got bullied last time I didn't say that was a pairing, so, just being safe)

Word count; 4.6K

“Another lonely night in this stupid world.” Y/N grumbled staring up at her dreamy night sky.

A sky she was supposed to share with someone else.

In this wonderful, bittersweet world, you were tied to another person. Destiny decided from day one of your birth who you’d be with for the rest of your life and then set you in a special plane of existence only accessible when you fell asleep, once you turned the ripe age of fifteen. The kindred-plane.

A place specially made for you and your soulmate to meet each night when you fall asleep. It was a place to get to know each other without the prying eyes of all those around. A shared dream land you could even decorate and make your own. It was your partner’s and your safe space.

It was a place you guys could explore together, where your imaginations combined like an amazing world of minecraft. Some people made completely different lives in their heads at night. Others used it to see their long distance lovers. Hell, there was a blog story sharing what sounded like a whole scripted tv show where a woman’s soulmate had set off to save her from an uncompromising kingdom.

Sadly though, your shared safe space could be destroyed in a matter of moments. It wasn’t unheard of for your soulmate to reject destiny’s plan and divide your dreams. You could absolutely reject your soulmate and quite literally lock them out of your dreams. All presence of them would disappear from your dreams within a few nights, sometimes even faster, and you’d be left alone with only your creations.

Of course, being divided from your soulmate hurt. But something hurt much worse.

Your soulmate being unintentionally stolen from you. A divide where you lose your soulmate despite neither saying they’d like to divide. A situation where your soulmate dies.

Y/N sighed at the reminiscent of her once was soulmate. So sweet and kind, someone Y/N fully imagined meeting one day in the daylight. Yet, now at the sad age of seventeen, Y/N had no dreams of ever seeing her soulmate ever again.

She only had the one year of memories they made…

“Class, This Y/N. She will be joining our class for her final year of hero training, treat her well.” Aizawa introduced her to the class of 3-A.

“Thank you, Sensei” Y/N bowed slightly. “Nice to meet you all.”

Not even a moment of silence was granted before the class erupted in questions. Half about her quirk, the other half about where she was from. A few off hand questions about why she transferred. All a mess.

“Enough!” Aizawa shouted, hushing the entire class. “You all can get to know her later, on your own terms. For now, Y/N please take your seat.”

Y/N nodded and scurried back to the only free seat in the back. Between a pretty pinkette and sweet looking round faced brunette. Before she was even seated, Aizawa began his lesson.

Y/N quietly sat through the classes of her day, ignoring the judging looks aimed her way, as the new girl. She could hear the quiet whispers going around, speculating what type of person she was and tried to ignore those as well. She was well aware of the fact that she appeared very off-standish.

Dark eye bags, complete resting bitch face that quite literally screamed ‘I will stab you with a pencil if you speak to me’, earbuds tucked into each ear and a hunched over form that could rival Quasimodo. Thankfully, the aura she set into place actually warded off her new classmates for several days.

Up until a week later in the common room where her bubble was invaded.

She didn’t look up at the person sitting next to her and subtly tried to turn up her music. She felt the presence of several others join her and they all stared at her silently until finally, the pinkette she sat next to on her first day, plucked her book from her hands. Y/N slowly looked up at her dully and raised an eyebrow.

She reached out for her book, but the girl pulled it back out of her reach. She tried again, reaching forwards further, but the book was yoinked by a strip of tape, pulling it across the coffee table. Gritting her teeth slightly, Y/N stood up to reach across the table and the music in her ears paused.

The girl had unplugged her headphones.

“You just have no regard for personal belongings of others, hm?” Y/N sighed, sitting down.

“We just want to get to know our new classmate!” The pink girl grinned. “I’m Mina!”

“Hi, Mina. Now give me back my shit.” Y/N tried to grab her phone, only for someone behind her to tug her ear buds away. “Seriously?”

“We’ll give you back your things if you let us get to know you.” Mina smiled.

“Or, you could just give it back.” Y/N tried to grab her earbuds from the bright blonde behind her.

“Nope.’ He said, a grin on his face as well. “I’m Kaminari Denki, nice to meet ya, beautiful.”

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. “Or, I could just take my stuff back.”

“You could but there’s five of us and one of you, good luck.” A bitch faced blonde mumbled, flipping through her book.

“Fine. Here’s one thing about me.” Suddenly she appeared behind the bitch blonde and snatched her book. Another one of her appeared behind the one who taped her book away and grabbed her book mark. Two other Y/N’s came into existence on opposite sides of her seating couch to grab her phone and ear buds. All while the original Y/N sat in her place. “Don’t touch my things.”

“Woah, you can make multiple you’s!” The redhead gasped excitedly. “That’s so manly!”

“That’s so cool! They feel so real!” Kaminari said, poking the side of the one near him. It yelped and swatted his hand.

“They are real! Don’t poke me, I’m ticklish!” Y/N snapped, rubbing her side.

“Woah, can you feel this?’ The tape one reached out to pinch the clone’s arm.

Y/N’s other clone smacked him with her book. “Yes, I can feel that! Ow!”

“So your quirk is duplicating yourself? Boring…” Bitch face rolled his eyes, another Y/N appeared behind him and swatted the back of his head.

“My quirk is omni-replication. I can create continuous versions of myself and others. But they can act on their own.” Y/N sighed, bringing herself her book.

“Woah, make another me!” Kaminari grabbed her arm.

“G-Get off of me!” Y/N shoved him away, ignoring the literal spark between them. “I can’t make one of you now!”

“But you just said-.” Mina tried.

“I have to know your ins and outs. Otherwise I’d just make a weird melty blob of you.” Y/N sighed. “I need to know more about you guys before I can make you. I need to know you, how you fight, how your quirk works, I need to know how to play the game before I can participate.”

“So, what I’m hearing is…” Mina smirked. “You need to get to know us to succeed.”

“Oh god…” Y/N groaned. “I have no choice in this do I?”

“We have a specialty of making friends with people that don’t want to be friends.” The red head threw his arm over bitch face’s shoulder.

And thus a new friendship was born.

“Bakugo, why do you keep moving my pillow in our dreams, it’s so not manly.” Kirishima whined.

“Neither is the massive rock sitting in the middle of nowhere, dude.” Bakugo argued.

“It’s not just a rock.” Kirishima mock sniffled. “It’s a boulder.”

Y/N snickered at the reference that earned the kind redhead a smack to the back of his head. “Are you delivering pizza on it?”

“Yes!” Kiri grinned.

“No! Don’t encourage him!” Bakugo shouted.

“Aye, don’t shout at me. Your boyfriend is a literal rock, he’s encouraging himself.” Y/N laughed, throwing a fry at him.

“Oh yeah, what trash has your soulmate cluttered in your dream world?” Bakugo argued back.

Y/N’s laughter silenced and immediately her lips curled into a scowl. A light switched on and they remembered the one rule they had set in place. No one talks about Y/N’s soulmate. Or lack thereof.

“Bakugo!” Mina snapped.

“Shit, I didn’t-.” Y/N didn’t give him the time to apologize and stood up from the lunch table.

“Wait, no, Y/N! He didn’t mean to!” Kaminari grabbed her arm.

She flicked him in the forehead and pulled away. “No, it’s fine. You guys talk about your soulmate shit, I’m going to the training field.”

“Wait, Y/N, really!” Mina tried. “It’s just, we’re so used to casually talking about it!”

“I don’t care if you guys talk about yours, but you know I don’t have one, so we don’t bring up mine!” She huffed, before taking a breath. “You know what? Never mind.”

Y/N ignored her friend’s protest and stomped out of the dinning hall. She rushed to the training area, stopping by the locker room to change and grab gear, briefly.

Activating her quirk she began fist fighting her clone, taking her anger out on herself. Very early on into her friendship with the group she told them she didn’t want to talk about the soulmate shit. At least not her own. She told them she didn’t have one, leaving them to believe she never did.

They were incredibly understanding after they found that it upset her. So much, to the point that she copied Kirishima to punch himself when he kept asking. After that ordeal and several days of being ignored, they respected her wishes of not bringing it up.

She knocked herself down and punched herself in the face. She turned off the connection to the clone so she wouldn’t feel the pain herself. Disconnected clones only had a few minutes to live really and faded away with enough damage. Once that one faded, she created another in its space and continued pounding away.

“Stupid soulmate bullshit.” She huffed each word with a punch. “Stupid divide rule.” Another clone. “Stupid. Fucking. Erg- Everything!”

Y/N beat her final clone to death and didn’t bring a new one out. She sniffled, the tears she’d been holding back for years now finally breaking her dam. She hated the horrible lonely feeling she had been surrounded by for so long. She missed out on so much sleep, just to avoid going to her dream world. She set alarms to wake her up every hour or so to stay away from it and at this point, she was losing her mind.

She cried more thinking back to the last time she had been in her kindred-plane. She’d avoided it for a few days before exhaustion actually hit her like a bus and made her sleep. This time her plain little dream seemed to have adopted new items in her absence.

A bundle of comic books, a guitar, even a really, really big pikachu plushie.

Not that they were placed anywhere in particular. The guitar was outside of the little home she had reimagined, laying haphazardly on the ground. The pikachu was placed in front of a tree, facing it and the books were strewn across her loveseat couch. It was like her dream realm had become a lost and found for thrown away items from other planes. Which, honestly, Y/N could believe, as she didn’t use it so much.

She wished she could just give away her realm and dream of nothingness.

“Y/N?” She jumped, hearing her name and quickly wiped away her tears, ignoring the way they stung her open knuckles.

“Kaminari, I’m not really in the mood to talk.” Y/N muttered.

“Okay, that’s fine. We both know I talk enough for the both of us.” He joked, coming to sit in front of her.

Y/N turned to look away from his seating and ignored him, but he set off into a spiel about a new game he got. He did what he did best when one of his friends were upset, he talked. And normally that worked, but minutes into his yabbering, she started crying again.

“Hey, no! No crying! Crying is sad!” Kaminari tried.

“I am sad Kami!” She snapped. “I am really fucking sad! Everyone gets to have stupid fucking soulmate but me! And all because mine fucking died!”

Kaminari immediately paused his frantic attempts to calm her. “Huh, I thought you said you didn’t have one?”

“I don’t because she died! My god damn soulmate died literally months after meeting each other damn it!” Y/N yelled, sinking her fingers into her hair. “And now my kindred-plane is empty and lonely and shit keeps getting piled into it like a fucking trash can!”

Kaminari was silent for a moment while she cried. He slowly crawled over, closer to her and pulled her into a hug. This wasn’t a moment for talking randomly and he knew that. So they sat for the rest of the lunch period in silence, save for her soft hiccups.

After that, somehow, Y/N started talking to her friends the next day. She rationalized that it wasn’t their fault she was sensitive about the subject, they didn’t deserve the aggression. So with a tense apology, she was back to sitting with them at lunch and hanging out.

Y/N was determined to not let her disrupted dreamland destroy her outside reality.

“Okay, really?” Y/N blinked at the ugly rug that appeared draped over her bookshelf. “How the hell did you even get there?”

She tugged it down and stared at it in disgusted contemplation. “Guess you get to go in front of the fireplace…”

Y/N walked towards the warmth and paused, noting that it felt like it took a few more steps than usual. She looked around and found that the picture she carefully centered on the wall was no longer centered. Was her house getting bigger? More and more shit was popping up out of nowhere and her place felt spaceyer…

“What the actual fuck universe?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and laid down the new rug.

An odd whooshing noise sounded behind her and she turned around to see a lamp fizzled into existence, a hand accompanying it this time. Y/N fumbled over own feet trying to hurry and grab it. Someone was putting shit in her realm and she was about to find out who.

Actually she wasn’t.

The moment she grabbed the hovering wrist, it was like she had rubbed her socks across her new rug a million times and then touched an outlet. The hand shocked her, hard. She yelped and fell backwards on her butt, accidently taking the lamp down too, except when it fell apart it fell backwards toward the floating hand and disappeared from her plane.

Y/N gasped sitting up out of her bed, the shock kicking her out of her own dream. “Ow, what the hell?”

Y/N looked over at her clock, finding that it was five in the morning. She sighed and climbed out of her bed, grabbing her ear buds and phone. There was no school the next day, it was Saturday so she aimed to sneak down to the common room and spend her day dead on the couch, fighting off sleep again.

Not ten minutes after snuggling into a comfy spot on the couch, it dipped slowly as someone sat on the other end of it. She looked up from her book, to find Kaminari on the other end. He held up a bag of doritos in exchange for her company.

“What are you doing up?” She asked, pulling out her ear buds.

“Got startled awake by something in my dream world.” He answered, holding the bag out to her.

“Ah, that sucks.” She hummed apologetically.

“What about you?” He asked carefully.

Y/N snorted. “Kami, you know I don’t sleep.”

“Yeah, I know, but you’ve been up for the past few days.” He sighed, remembering seeing her in the kitchen at three am. “You’re going to trash your health if you don’t sleep.”

“Eh, it’s alright.” She crunched on a chip, before yawning. “Plus, you stay up every night gaming, bite me.”

“Gladly.” He winked. “But seriously, a lonely dream realm can’t be all bad.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was going to continue this topic of conversation. And he did. “I mean mine’s pretty lonely and I think it’s alright.”

“What?” She furrowed his eyebrows.

“My kindred-plane has but just me since like, forever, and I don’t think it’s that bad.” He shrugged.

Kaminari didn’t have a soulmate? That didn’t make sense, he’d tell them about all the adventures he’d run on in his dream. “You said you were helping some Jill girl fight zombies and stuff, just the other day.”

“Yeah, Jill Valentine. From Resident Evil.” He laughed. “I figured out a long time ago that I could just make her up in my dreams if I played the game until I fell asleep. She’s not my soulmate-.”

“You don’t have one…” Y/N whispered, sitting up.

“Nope, never did.” He offered her more chips, but Y/N just looked at him with sad eyes.

She cried in his arms about her soulmate dying and it turned out he never had one in the first place. “Don’t look so sad, Sunshine. It’s okay.”

“Denki, you don’t have a soulmate. That shit sucks.” Y/N flailed her hands.

“Yeah, but at least I didn’t get attached to mine and then they died. That sucks even more.” Kaminari argued.

Y/N slumped back against the couch. “This soulmate business is quite literal shit.”

“Yeah, but other people are pretty happy with it, so it’s okay to me really.” Kaminari hummed, nonchalantly. “Plus, no one can yell at me for my taste in decorations. That can really make or break a relationship ya know.”

Y/N laughed. “Oh yeah, totally. If my soulmate tried to decorate our space with half the shit that seems to appear in my room I’d have to throw hands.”

“Stuff appears in your dream?” Kaminari asked. “What, like, someone’s statue of Scooby doo?”

“Kaminari Denki, please tell me you don’t have a statue of Scooby doo in your kindred.” She tried not to laugh.

“No!” He said quickly. “I have a statue of Scrappy Doo.”

“Oh my god, no, you don’t!” She gasped.

“Yep! There’s a pond in front of my house and he’s in the dead center of it.” He grinned proudly. “And he looks amazing there.”

“Oh I bet he does.” Y/N snickered. “Bet he pulls the whole place together.”

“As a matter of fact he does.” Kaminari declared smugly. “What about your plane? What’s one big special thing you’ve got in it?”

Y/N hummed and thought for a second. “There’s a really big oak tree just behind my house and it’s covered in string lights, with a small ladder up the trunk. There’s a flat area in some of the branches so I can sit up there and read.”

“That sounds beautiful.” Kaminari said, fondly. “I have a tree kind of like that in mine too.”

“Does yours have a massive Pikachu in front of it?” She taunted, laughing.

She just barely missed the furrowing of his eyebrows before he answered. “I’m not entirely sure, I think, I’d have to take a look. I hope I do though, otherwise, I’d have to come steal yours.”

“Absolutely not! He’s my friend!” Y/N gasped and shoved at his leg. “Stick with your Scrappy Doo statue.”

Kaminari smiled. “Fine, fine. But if I don’t have a Pikachu in my dream, you owe me.”

“Mmhm, sure.” Y/N grinned.

For the next few months, Y/N and Kaminari grew closer, having bonded over their lack of soulmates. While they grew closer, not only did Y/N become happier, her kindred-plane seemed to get brighter, despite all the random things finding purchase in her realm and the fact that it was still growing. It was nice, she didn’t hate spending the night there anymore. She didn’t run into the disembodied hand anymore, but that was okay.

With what was happening in reality, she wasn’t too bothered by her dreams anymore. Instead, she focused on her friends, they were a wonderful reminder that life didn’t go to complete shit. For the first time, she actually let these people get close to her and drag her out of her hole she kept herself in.

… And out into the living room to watch the boys yell at each other over Mario Kart.

Y/N cursed and pushed Kaminari’s face away from her own as he laved his tongue across her cheek. “Denki, I swear to god if you don’t stop licking me, I’m going to bite you!”

“Ooh! Promise?” He flirted, smirking. “What else are you gonna do with that mouth?”

“Hurt your feelings, Sparkler boy.” She laughed, squishing his cheeks.

Kaminari threw himself into her arms, taking her to the floor. “So mean, I thought you loved me!”

“Oh yeah, she totally loves you with the way she made you beat yourself up today.” Bakugo snickered.

“Yeah, dude, she used your quirk against you better than you.” Kirishima pipped up.

“Hey, hey, clones don’t get fried when they use their ultimate! They just disappear and another one pops up!” Kaminari argued in defense.

“Jesus, Denki, you’re heavy!” Y/N shoved at his body, half heartedly. “Get off, you loser.”

“Uhg, fine, only because I have a race to win.” He rolled off her, to grab his switch controller.

“Oh thank god, I was going into the light for a second there.” Y/N gasped, dramatically.

Kaminari pinched her leg in retaliation. “Hey, I’m not that heavy!”

“Your head is though.” She stuck her tongue out.

“So mean.” He pouted as she turned to lay her head in his lap.

Y/N giggled as she pulled out her phone, to scroll through Tumblr for a fic to read. Moments went by before a snapchat notification popped up. Tapping on it, she found a common message from Mina.

‘You guys are too cute.’- Pinkiepie

‘We’re just friends, Mi.’-Y/N

A snap picture appeared in their feed and she tapped it open. There she was laying in Kaminari’s lap and there he was looking down at her, sweetly. ‘He’s giving you major heart eyes.’- Pinkiepie

‘Stop taking pictures of people, it’s stalkery.’- Y/N

‘That’s why you took a ss.’ -Pinkiepie

‘Oh fuck off.’- Y/N

‘Oh come on, just give him a chance, neither of you have sm’s so your not stealing him from anyone.’- Pinkiepie

‘You’re*’- Y/N

Y/N sighed and looked up to Kaminari’s face above hers. It apparently hadn’t been uncommon knowledge that Kaminari was Soulmateless, probably why the group had been so confused as to why she was so upset about it. It was normal to them, because it had always been Kaminari’s story.

Would it be so bad to make her own soulmate? Most divided soulmates stayed by themselves for the rest of their lives, but would it be alright if they didn’t?

“Oh, guys! I meant to tell you; I think I actually do have a soulmate!” Kaminari blurted into the air.

His admission quite literally derailed the entire room. Bakugo drove off the map in Mario Kart, Kirishima completely looked away from the game and Mina choked on her spit and her eyes flew to Y/N who paled significantly.

Sero was the only one who appeared unaffected. “Guys, he’s probably just saying that to throw us off, he’s in last.”

“I’m gonna blow you up, you put me in fourth with your little stunt.” Bakugo threatened.

“No, I’m serious!” Kaminari argued. “Over the last few months my dreams have been changing and stuff. Like it was making room for another person. My house is super spacy now, new decorations have been showing up for no reason, like there was a vase of flowers on the floor near my door, and my curtains changed colour, they’re a cute lavender colour now. Plus there’s a really big pikachu next to a beautiful oak tree in my yard.”

“Woah, dude, really?” Kirishima paused the race and turned to his friend.

“Yeah, totally.” Kaminari nodded, subtly looking down to meet Y/N’s wide eyes. “I was super confused for a while.”

“Holy shit, you’re serious.” Sero laughed. “Have you met them yet? Or are they just leaving surprises for you?”

“Well, I’ve seen her a few times, but I haven’t got the chance to talk to her yet, she wakes up pretty fast.” Kaminari shrugged.

“That’s so good Denki, I’m so happy for you.” Mina said softly as Y/N sat up.

“Me too, Denks. But speaking of waking up, I’m tired, so I’m gonna go take a nap.” Y/N hummed, yawning.

“Okay, see you later, Y/N.” They all chimed as she walked away.

“Yeah, see you later.” Kaminari called, carefully.

Y/N tried her best to contain herself and all but ran to her dorm. Along the way, her phone buzzed, no doubt a message from Mina. Once she was in her room, she flew to her bed, never had she been so eager to fall asleep before.

She quickly responded to Mina, ensuring her that she was alright and actually wanted to sleep. Y/N even sent her a reassuring picture of her smile with a short caption ‘I’m off to go see a Pikachu.’ After that, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, but it was too long.

Y/N blinked open her eyes, finally appearing in her kindred-plane and spun around, trying to identify things in her dream house. She hurried to open the door and looked over to her tree, with the ever so famous Pikachu there. She turned and jogged in the opposite direction for the one thing she needed to see to make sure she was correct.

There it was. Scrappy Doo. In the middle of her pond.

Y/N jumped up and down, squealing to herself. It was happening, oh my god, it was happening. Now she just had to wait.

And wait she did. She had run back to her tree and climbed up to sit and await her soulmate. The soulmate she actually had again. Someone to share her dream world with again.

She had a soulmate.

Quietly for the next hour, Y/N sat and read one of her books, waiting almost patiently for him. She’d made it through the third chapter when a voice startled her away from the pages.

“Sorry, I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me.” Kaminari said, smiling.

Y/N bit her lip and grinned. “I thought you missed my cue for a bit there."

"No, I was just a little too excited to fall asleep." He crawled up into her tree nook. "You see, I suddenly got a new person roaming my world almost like, uh, a forever person or something. What's it called?"

"Mm, I don't know. Kinda sounds like you've got a soulmate there, Denki." Y/N whispered as he came closer.

"Fucking finally." He muttered, leaning forwards to connect their lips.

But before he could make contact he ran into her hand first. “But, really, we are going to have to talk about your decorating choices.”

“Yeah, yeah, we can talk about that after this.” Kaminari chuckled and moved her hand to kiss her.