#my body is crashing and it’s crashing hard

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗩𝗔𝗔𝗥𝗪𝗘𝗟 max verstappen x fiance! reader ( angst->fluff ) fic summary , you decide to pull a harmless prank on max one quiet morning, teasing the idea of leaving over the smallest things (0.9K)

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You wake up in Max’s arms — as always.

The room is bathed in sleepy blue light, the blinds not yet open, the morning quiet enough to hear his heartbeat thump steadily beneath your cheek. His arm is heavy around your waist, legs tangled with yours under the linen sheets. He smells like sleep and Max: warm skin, leftover cologne, and a hint of last night’s body wash. You barely shift, and his grip instinctively tightens.

You love him like this. Safe. Close. Yours.

Which is exactly why your heart flutters mischievously with what you’re about to do.

You inhale shakily, masking your smirk as a sigh, and carefully untangle yourself from his hold. His brows twitch, lips part slightly — even unconscious, he doesn’t like it when you leave the bed.

You kneel by his side and gently nudge his shoulder.

“Max,” you whisper softly, as if you’re trying not to wake him but also needing to.

He hums, brows still furrowed. “Hmm?”

“I need to tell you something.” Your voice trembles, and it doesn’t have to be fake — the prank is already starting to hurt you more than you expected.

That gets his attention. His eyes blink open slowly, clouded with sleep, but they find you immediately, like they always do. Still hazy, still tender. “What?” he rasps, voice dry and gravelly.

You look down, pressing your lips together like you're trying not to cry. “I… I think I need to leave.”

He doesn’t react at first. Like the sentence doesn’t register.

And then his entire face shifts — barely a second passes, but it’s like the ground beneath him cracks open. “What do you mean leave?” His voice is hoarse. “Like… leave what?”

You stare at him, playing with the hem of your shirt. “Us.”

Max jerks upright like he’s been slapped. “Wait—what? What are you talking about?”

He’s fully awake now. His hand shoots out and rests on your arm, eyes scanning your face frantically, chest rising and falling like he’s struggling to breathe. “Yn, schatje—what are you saying? Did I do something? Is this because I forgot to do the thing yesterday? Or—what—what the fuck happened?”

You look away.

Silence.

His hand slides off you like it’s burned. “You can’t be serious,” he whispers, voice cracking. “You just said you loved me last night. We’re going to get married; you said yes.”

“I did,” you say, softly. “I do. But maybe love isn’t enough.”

Max stares. You’ve never seen him look this… gutted. Raw. His whole posture crumbles like someone’s cut his strings — he slumps forward, hands covering his face. You hear his breath hitch, and your chest tightens.

“No, no, no, you don’t get to say that and just go,” he says suddenly, voice shaking with too many emotions at once. “I’ve built my life around you, everything, every f—every part of me is wrapped up in you, do you even—how can you leave now?”

Your throat tightens. His voice is desperate now. Not angry. Not even loud. Just devastated.

“I can’t do this again, I can’t—” He pauses, swallowing hard. His eyes are red now, glossed over. “Not with you. Not you.”

You finally break.

“I’m kidding,” you say, quickly. “Max—I’m not going anywhere, I swear, baby, I swear—I was just messing with you.”

He freezes.

“You—” His voice catches in disbelief. “You what?”

“I was—fuck—Max, I thought it would be funny. Just a dumb prank. You always do dumb shit like waking me up with ice cubes or hiding my phone. I didn’t think you’d—Max, I didn’t think you’d believe it. I didn’t know you’d—I didn’t know it’d hurt you this much.”

You reach out, but he flinches slightly.

“Max…” You kneel back on the bed beside him, guilt crashing down on you like a wave. “I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean it. You’re the only person I want. You’re it for me.”

He’s still staring at you, wide-eyed, like he’s trying to process that you’re not actually leaving. His jaw works like he’s holding back words—or tears.

“Don’t—don’t ever say that again, even as a joke,” he whispers finally, and now you hear it. The real heartbreak. The fear that still lingers. “I thought I was losing you.”

You cup his face, both hands trembling. “You’re not. You’ll never lose me.”

Max pulls you into his arms so hard it knocks the breath from your lungs.

He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. His fingers dig into your back, his face buried in your neck. You feel the warmth of his breath, the tremble of his hands. He’s not crying. But he’s close.

You stroke his hair, pressing kisses to his temple. “I’m here,” you whisper. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise me,” he murmurs, voice barely audible.

“I promise.”

“I don’t care what happens. Just—never leave like that. Never scare me like that again.”

You press your forehead to his. “Never again.”

A few minutes pass like that, quiet and close, until the adrenaline fades from his voice and the morning light starts to warm the edges of the room. He finally looks at you again, teary-eyed and tired, but breathing steadier now.

“You’re gonna have to make it up to me,” he says softly, lips twitching into a tiny smile despite everything.

“Oh?” You smile through your own guilt, brushing his cheek. “Breakfast in bed? Cuddles all day?”

“And no more stupid pranks.”

“Deal.”

He pulls you into bed and wraps himself around you, blanket and all, like a shield.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he murmurs against your hair.

“I scared me, too.”

He kisses your forehead. “Good. Then we’re even.”

[hoondrop]

a/n: first time I wrote smth this long,, almost 6k words guys,, I cannot believe it??? stepping out of my comfort zone?? are we cheering?? anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. please do reblog, comment and let me know how you enjoyed it 🫶🏻

CW: f! reader, fake dating (publicity stunt), rough sex, degradation, dubcon vibes, slapping, spitting, hints at possessiveness, toxic dynamics, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of jealousy, harsh language, verbal humiliation, obsession/control, impact play, spit kink, idol/public image pressure, jungwon is mean and rude, reader is also mean but not that much

The door slams.

You don’t remember opening it for him, but somehow he’s inside your apartment again—breathing hard, jaw tight, sweat still glistening from rehearsal. His hoodie hangs off one shoulder like it’s daring you to tug it off. His eyes are sharp, electric, fucking furious.

“You done being a brat?” he snaps.

You toss your water bottle down. “You done running your mouth ?”

You slam the water bottle onto the table a little too hard. Jungwon’s reflection is already in your mirror, leaning against the doorway like he owns the room. Again.

Jungwon’s already closing the space between you, heat radiating from him like a storm. "Did you really think it was a fucking genius idea to flirt with my members when you and I are supposed to be in a relationship?"

His hand wraps around your wrist firmly, tugging you close to him, fingers digging into your skin. "Do you have any idea what impression the public will get even if it is a stupid publicity stunt?? Be a fucking whore in your own time. But if anything happens to my reputation I sw–"

You poke his chest. “You think you’re the center of everything—”

He scoffs. “Me?? What about you?? You’re just a media puppet. You smile, pose, post—like your entire personality is manufactured in a lab. You don't care about the people around you. In your own stupid little selfish world.. god, you really are a bitch'

“At least I don’t fake humility every time a camera turns on. Your entire brand is pretending you’re not full of yourself.”

You’re toe to toe now, chests rising, breath short. His eyes burn into yours, and it’s not just anger. It’s worse. That thing between you. That unspoken, throbbing charge neither of you will acknowledge out loud.

He laughs under his breath, low and dangerous. “Big words from someone who dances like they’re trying to fuck the camera. Maybe that’s why the fans like you.”

Your mouth falls open. “You bastard—”

“What?” he steps closer, nose nearly touching yours. “Truth too sharp for that little ego?”

He doesn't move. Doesn’t blink.

Just stares down at you, eyes raking over your face, your heaving chest, your lips. The tension thickens—buzzes—crackles between your bodies like lightning waiting to strike.

"Admit it.. you're just jealous that some of your members might have had a taste of my pu-"

“Say one more word,” he warns, voice low, “and I swear I’ll shut you up so thoroughly you’ll forget your own name.”

You smirk. “Try me.”

That’s all it takes.

He crashes into you like a wave hitting concrete. Mouth on yours, messy and hot and mean, all tongue and teeth and no care for gentleness. He kisses you like it’s a fight, and you respond in kind, biting his lip hard, dragging your nails down his back as he forces you up against the couch.

Your head spins with the taste of him. He groans into your mouth, lifting your thighs up over his hips, grinding his bulge against your clothed heat with enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

“You wanna act tough?” he growls against your lips. “Then fucking take it.”

He unzips, cock already hard, flushed dark and glistening with arousal. You barely have time to breathe before he’s got your panties shoved to the side and he’s slapping the heavy weight of his cock against your pussy—smack, smack, smack—loud, filthy, obscene.

You gasp, hips jerking up, chasing him, needy.

He chuckles. “So wet. You always talk this much when you’re soaking my cock before I even slide in?”

“You’re not in yet,” you snap, breathless. “Big talk for someone who’s scared to put it inside.”

“Oh?” He leans down, eyes dark, thumb circling your clit just once—just to make you gasp. “You think I’m scared of this pussy? Baby, I own it.”

He drags the head of his cock through your folds again, coating himself in you, but never giving you more. Every thrust forward is a fake-out—just enough pressure to make your body scream, then he pulls back again.

“Beg,” he says, licking his lips. “Beg for my cock like the pathetic bitch you are.”

You grit your teeth. “Choke on your dick, asshole.”

He laughs, truly laughs, before reaching down and slapping your pussy again, a little harder this time, a wet sound echoing through the room.

“Fuck,” he hisses, watching the way your hips roll helplessly. “You’re creaming for nothing. Not even inside yet and already acting like a whore.”

Your hands dig into his shoulders as you pull him closer, pressing your forehead to his. “Shut up and touch me.”

“Oh, I’m gonna do more than that.”

He tugs your shirt up, lifts your bra, and his mouth is on your tits in seconds—sucking one nipple into his mouth like he’s starving, groaning as his tongue flicks it rapidly, then bites down hard enough to make you gasp.

He switches to the other, hands gripping your sides as he sucks, bites, licks like it’s his only purpose. He doesn’t worship them like something sacred—he devours them like something he possesses.

“You walk around like you’re better than everyone else,” he growls, licking up a bead of sweat between your breasts. “But I know the truth. This body—” he slaps your tit harshly, eliciting a whining scream from your lips, sucking it into his mouth again, “—melts for me.”

Your eyes flutter, lips parting around a moan you refuse to give him.

He pulls back, panting. “Still got that attitude, huh?”

He yanks you off the couch suddenly, spinning you around and pressing you back-first against the wall. His cock grinds into your stomach as he looks down at you, hair messy, lips swollen.

“Hold on.”

You barely have time to catch your breath before he lifts one of your legs, holds it around his waist, and thrusts in.

You cry out—your body arching, arms wrapping around his neck on instinct as he buries himself to the hilt, stretching you so deep you can feel him in your ribs.

“Fuck,” he grits, voice breaking. “You take me like you were made for it.”

You want to insult him. You want to claw his back, spit something cruel.

But all you can do is feel—his cock dragging in and out of you, hitting all the spots he shouldn’t know but does. His grip on your ass is bruising, his breath harsh against your neck as he fucks you into the wall with brutal rhythm.

“Still think you’re in charge?” he pants. “Still wanna act like a bitch when I’m balls-deep inside you, fucking you so hard you’re gonna be dripping me for hours?”

You bite his shoulder, hard, and he moans shamelessly—slapping your ass in return.

The anger and frustration you harbour for him, overwhelms you, paired with the pain and pleasure that was coursing through your body. Not knowing what to do, how to express, how to channel it.. you kiss him again—sloppy, desperate, breathless—tongues tangled, teeth clashing, both of you gasping into each other’s mouths like it hurts not to kiss.

The pace quickens. You’re close... so close it burns.

“Come on, princess,” he growls. “Cream this cock. Show me how much you hate me.”

Your orgasm hits fast, violent, body shuddering against him as your walls clench around his cock.

He groans; deep, possessive, and keeps thrusting through it, chasing his own high.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “So deep you’ll be leaking me during your next schedule.”

He comes with a low, broken moan, burying himself to the base, hips twitching as he spills inside you.

For a moment, the world is quiet—just the sound of heavy breathing and your heart pounding in your chest.

He stays buried inside you, cock twitching, cum already leaking around the base, and still .... still, he doesn't stop.

Doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t give you room to breathe. Just breathes in your ear, teeth scraping your skin as he rolls his hips, slow and taunting.

“You fucking ruined my night,” he snarls against your throat. “And you think I’ll let you walk away like this? Nah, baby. Not after I’ve dumped a load so deep you’ll taste it in your throat.”

You’re gasping, your body wrecked, skin flushed and soaked in sweat. You try to speak, but your jaw trembles.

He grabs your chin, forces your eyes to meet his.

“Don’t look at me like you didn’t fucking love it,” he growls. “I felt this pussy choking me. Like you were begging me to breed you.”

Your lip curls. You spit at him—actually spit, slick and defiant, hitting his cheek. “You talk too much for someone who came in what... thirty seconds? okay fine.. I'll be generous, two minutes.”

He laughs. A real laugh. Twisted and sharp, as he wipes the spit with two fingers and smears it across your mouth.

“You’re lucky I let you come at all,” he mutters. “Desperate fucking whore, moaning like you’d die without my cock. You were dying for it. Don’t lie.”

You snarl, yanking his shirt, dragging him back toward you. “That cock? I've had better... that too from your band mates. You just have a god complex because no one else has the guts to tell you you’re replaceable.”

He growls, pressing you back against the wall, holding your jaw tight enough your lips part, and spits into your mouth. You swallow without flinching. Smirking.

“Keep lying to yourself,” he hisses. “You cream all over me, bite my fucking shoulder, moan like a bitch in heat, and then act like you’ve got the upper hand?”

He slaps your tit—hard. It stings. It sends another pulse of slick between your legs.

Your laugh is breathy and brutal. “Jealous I don’t sob for you the way the others do? I hate you. You’re not special.”

He leans in, tongue licking a stripe up your neck, voice low and wrecked. “You hate me, huh? Then why the fuck do you let me fuck you like I own every inch of your body?”

You grab his hand and shove it between your legs, letting him feel the mess—his cum still inside you, slick everywhere.

He groans, feral.

“Next time,” you whisper in his ear, venom sweet, “You’re gonna get on your fucking knees and beg to taste yourself leaking out of me.”

His fingers twitch. His cock twitches.

Then he grins—teeth, tongue, evil in his eyes.

“I’ll do it with a smile,” he growls. “And I’ll make you sit on my face until you cry.”

He finally pulls out of you with a filthy, wet drag, your body giving one last clench as his cock slips free—coated in cum, swollen, throbbing.

He doesn’t look away from you as he spits on your inner thigh and smears it in.

“Better clean yourself up,” he mutters. “Before someone mistakes you for a professional.”

You step toward him, still naked, body glistening, and smirk.

“And you better pray no one finds out you couldn't keep it in your pants for a pathetic bitch like me.. remind me how long did it take you to cum like a fucking virgin? one minute.... or was it thirty seconds?

His mouth twitches, zipping up his jeans.

“Keep talking, baby,” he mutters. “Next time, I’ll fuck the words out of your throat.”

Then he leaves, slamming the door behind him. Might as well had left some money with how he had used you and walked away.

You lean against the wall, cunt dripping, breath caught somewhere between a moan and a laugh—already throbbing for the next time you get to destroy each other.

© hoondrop | 2025

[paucubarsisimp]

We need more angst with Lando Norris😝 (no ideas though..) love your work❤️‼️

the breaking point

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: in which lando and you have been drifting apart, until one night everything comes crashing down.

warnings: emotional abuse, near physical abuse, angst, asshole lando

a/n: not the best but i hope you like it ml <33

you knew something was wrong before he even opened his mouth.

the door slammed harder than usual. his footsteps were louder. heavier. like he wanted the whole house to feel the weight of him. his keys hit the counter with a clang, and you winced from the kitchen, hands still trembling from lighting the candles.

you told yourself maybe he’d be happy. surprised. touched, even. maybe this would help.

but the second he walked in and saw the table — two plates, candles, soft music playing low — you knew.

“what the fuck is this?”

his voice cut like a knife.

you turned, forcing a small smile. “i made dinner.”

he stared at it, at you, with open disgust. “why?”

your smile faltered. “we haven’t had a night together in a while. i just thought—”

“jesus christ,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “i told you i was going out tonight.”

“you said you might,” you said, quiet. “i didn’t think—”

“you didn’t think,” he snapped, pointing at you. “exactly. you never fucking think.”

your breath caught.

“i’ve had the worst week of my life and i walk into this? some romantic little setup like you think lighting a few candles is gonna fix everything?” he laughed — cold, joyless. “god, it’s like you live in your own fucking fantasy world.”

you tried to stay calm. “i’m just trying to spend time with you. to talk.”

“talk about what?” he sneered. “how i’ve been distant? how you ‘feel like i’m pulling away’? how maybe, if you cry enough, i’ll say the words you want to hear?”

you blinked fast. “why are you being so cruel?”

“because you make me cruel,” he said, stepping forward. “you push and push and cling and beg and then act surprised when i finally break.”

you swallowed. “i love you. i’m trying.”

“don’t,” he said sharply. “don’t say that like it’s noble. you’re not loving me. you’re drowning me.”

your lips parted, but the words got stuck.

he shook his head, angry now, spiraling. “you used to be… fuck, i don’t know. someone. now you’re just this shell. always waiting around for me like a kicked dog, hoping i’ll pat your head. it’s pathetic.”

your hands clenched at your sides. “i’ve given everything to this.”

“yeah, well, maybe you gave the wrong things,” he snapped. “because i don’t want this. i don’t want you. not like this.”

you looked down. “then why stay?”

“because it was easier than dealing with your meltdown if i left.”

that one hurt. worse than the rest.

and he knew it. he saw the way your shoulders dropped. the way your lips trembled.

and still — he didn’t stop.

“you think making pasta and lighting candles is gonna fix what’s broken?” he laughed again, meaner this time. “you think a meal makes me forget how fucking tired i am of this?”

you tried to hold the tears back. “please don’t talk to me like this.”

“why not?” he said, louder. “maybe if i say it enough times you’ll finally get it — i’m not in love with you anymore.”

you stepped back like he’d slapped you.

and maybe he noticed that. or maybe he didn’t care.

but something in him snapped too.

his voice got louder. harsher. like he wanted to hurt you now.

“you’re too much. too emotional. too needy. too fucking exhausting. you think love means trapping someone in this house with you and your endless fucking feelings? i can’t breathe when i’m around you. i hate coming home now.”

“stop,” you whispered.

he kept going.

“i’m out there every day trying to hold my life together and you’re in here playing house, pretending this is something it’s not. grow up.”

“please,” you said, voice cracking.

and then he moved.

quick. angry. a sharp step forward — his arm lifting before you could even process it.

and you flinched.

hard.

your whole body tensed, like the blow was inevitable. like your skin was already bracing for it.

his hand stopped mid-air.

everything froze.

your breathing was fast. panicked. eyes wide, tears falling freely now as you backed into the counter like it could protect you.

his face — it changed in an instant.

from rage to horror.

his arm dropped.

“oh my god,” he whispered, taking a step back. “oh my god, no.”

you couldn’t speak. you were shaking too hard.

he looked at his hands like he didn’t recognize them. like they didn’t belong to him.

“i wasn’t gonna—fuck. fuck.” he backed up again, stumbling like he’d been punched. “i wasn’t gonna hit you. i swear. i—baby—”

you let out a sob, and that broke him.

“no, no, please,” he said, rushing forward — not to yell, not to grab — but to fall to his knees in front of you.

“please don’t be scared of me,” he begged, arms around your waist, face pressed into your stomach. “i didn’t mean it. i didn’t mean any of it. i was angry, i was fucked up, i was… i don’t know who that was.”

you didn’t move.

he looked up. and his face — it wasn’t angry now. it was broken. desperate. wrecked.

“you flinched,” he said, voice cracking. “i made you flinch.”

you nodded, tears streaming down.

he reached up slowly, trembling. “can i hold you?”

you collapsed into him.

his arms wrapped around you instantly, strong and shaky and careful. he pulled you into his lap on the floor like you weighed nothing, cradling you like something fragile.

you were sobbing now. full-body, gasping sobs that shook you to your core.

and he held you through all of it.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered over and over again, his lips brushing your hair. “i’m so sorry, baby. my sweet girl. my heart. i didn’t mean it. any of it.”

you gripped his shirt like it was the only thing anchoring you to earth.

he kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw — desperate, gentle kisses like he was trying to erase everything he’d said with touch.

“you didn’t deserve that,” he whispered. “i let everything build and i took it out on you. and i almost—fuck. i almost crossed a line i can never take back.”

you buried your face in his neck.

“you scared me,” you whispered.

his breath hitched. “i know. i know, baby. i’ll never forgive myself for that.”

you stayed there, wrapped up in him on the kitchen floor, surrounded by candlelight and cold food and a million shattered pieces.

but somehow, the silence now… it felt different.

softer.

“i love you,” he said, voice shaking. “i haven’t said it enough. not lately. not like this. but i do. so fucking much it kills me.”

you looked at him through wet lashes. “then don’t hurt me like that again.”

his eyes were red. “never. never again.”

and in that moment, with your face pressed against his chest, his heart pounding wild and terrified beneath your ear, you believed him.

maybe not forever.

maybe not perfectly.

but right now — here, in the wreckage of it all — he was yours again.

and you were his.

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[whimsicalwritersstuff]

Mud, mischief and miller

Pairings: Joel miller x fem!reader

Content warnings: light sexual themes, Bratty!reader, mild humiliation, humor and flufff, bathtub intimacy, roleplay scenario

Summary: After getting hooked on a fantasy novel, you convince Joel to act out a dramatic forest chase scene straight from it's pages, reluctantly, he agrees only for your fantasy to hilariously crash and burn.

Word count: 700

Note: got this idea off of TikTok and thought it was really cute and funny 😭😭😭

It all started with the book.

A dark romance paperpack you'd devoured in one afternoon, sprawled on the porch hammock with a glass of wine and a wicked little grin. The story had everything:

Obsession, dangerous men, twisted games.

You were hooked.

And unfortunately for Joel miller, so was your imagination.

"You don't really wanna be chased through the woods, baby," he'd said with a long-suffering sigh, arms crossed, watching you wiggle dramatically across the kitchen floor as you reenacted a scene for him. "I do, Joel. It's hot! He growled at her and then tackled her into a pile of leaves!"

"You hate bugs,"

"But I love you. Come on. Just once. For me, pleease... You be the dark, mortally grey forest Gillian. I'll be the innocent lamb you'll have to capture." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're somethin' else..."

"Say yes, joel"

He sighed again. "You're gonna regret this."

~~~

Later that afternoon...

You were already halfway into the woods giggling like a maniac, arms flaing as you ran in the most dramatic, uncoordinated way possible."you'll never catch me!" You snouted over your shoulder.

"I'm lettin' you run!" Joel shouted back from somewhere behind you, grumbling like a tired bear. "I ain't even joggin' yet!"

Branches slapped your legs. Your sweatshirt kept slipping off one shoulder and your braid was slowly unraveling with every wild step you took. But it didn't matter, your heart was pounding, cheeks flushed with laughter. Joel finally caved. He was actually doing it. You could practically feel his eyes on you through the trees. The thrill of it made you sequel in delight.

"Come get me, miller!"

And that's when you hit the mud.

One moment, your foot was on solid-ish leaf litter. The next, you were airborne, limbs flaing as your entire body flopped sideways into a soggy mess of mud, wet leaves and mossy roots.

You landed with a splat so loud even the birds stopped singing.

"....oh my god," you whimpered.

Joel's boots crunched the forest floor behind you.

"I told you," he said, voice dry, "you were gonna regret this."

You sat up slowly, mud dripping from your hair, your sweatshirt now soaked and clinging to you like sad paper mâché. Your hands were brown up to the wrists. There was a slug on your thigh.

"Joel..." You croaked, trying noot to cry. "I'm covered in earth. I smell like pond water... My bra is full of twigs." He looked down at you, trying very hard and failing to keep a straight face.

"Well," he drawled, "ain't this what your lil' fantasy called for? You're the feral woodland maiden now, sugar. Real method actor."

"This is not what I meant!" You wailed. "I was supposed to be mysteriously not and ethereal! Not the creature from the black lagoon!" Joel burst out laughing, a rare, full-bodied chuckle that made your embarrassment flare into a weird kind of joy. He crouched beside you and flicked a leaf off your forehead.

"C'mon, forest princess. Let's get you cleaned up before nature claims you permanently." You grabbed his arm dramatically. "Tell me I'm still sexy." He smirked "you look like a swamp cryptid."

"Joel!"

"A real hot cryptid, though."

He offered you his hand. You took it, then promptly slipped again, dragging him half into the mud with you. "Goddammit- woman!" He shouted, catching himself before he face-planted. You wheezed laughing, flat on your back with the filth.

"Now we match," you giggled. Joel glared the. Leaned down, kissing your mud-streaked cheek with an exaggerated mwah.

"You're lucky I love your crazy ass.

"You love me more now that I'm feral."

"I love you despite that"

~~~

Later, in the bath...

You sat between his legs in the rub, finally clean, cheeks pink from the hot water and the laughter. Joel's hands ran lazily over your shoulders, his voice soft in your ear.

"No more forest chase scenes. Next time you wanna act out a book, pick somethin' indoors." You grinned, leaning back into him. "Like what? A sexy librarian plot?"

"Exactly. You sit in a chair, I read somethin' dirty in your ear, nobody ends up covered in fungas." You sighed happily, eyes drifting closed. "You're such a good sport, Joel." He kissed your neck. "Yeah, well... You're lucky I like toy filthy or not."

"You lie me bratty, too."

He groaned. "God help me, I do"-

[arixella]

Hey! Can I request an angry sex Luffy x Reader? Pretty please? 🥺❤️

Red Hot

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x female! reader

a/n: this is so late im sorry hope u enjoy!

summary: After a heated argument about reckless self-sacrifice, you and Luffy erupt into a passionate, confrontational encounter that exposes both the depth of your fear and the intensity of your desire for each other.

wc: 1.0k

contains: 18+ nsfw, smut, Explicit sexual content, rough/angry sex, possessive, passionate and emotional charged.

The wind snapped through the sails as the Thousand Sunny cut across the sea. You stood at the edge of the deck, your fists clenched, eyes locked on the water.

You were pissed.

Not just annoyed — furious.

“Don’t walk away from me!” you shouted, spinning around as Luffy stalked after you, jaw tight and eyes dark with something dangerous.

“I wasn’t!” he shot back, voice lower than usual, sharp with frustration. “But you keep pushing me like I did something wrong!”

“You did! You nearly got yourself killed, Luffy! And for what? To show off? You think throwing yourself into danger is gonna solve everything?!”

“I’m the captain! It’s my job to protect everyone!” he barked, stepping closer.

You didn’t back down. “And it’s my job to care if you fucking die, Luffy!”

That made him stop. He stared at you, chest rising and falling fast, lips slightly parted.

And then, under the tension, under the rage, something snapped between you both.

You were on him in seconds, lips crashing against his, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet.

It was a war.

Luffy grabbed your waist roughly, spinning you and shoving your back against the mast, pinning you there with his hips. “You’re always so loud when you’re mad,” he growled against your mouth. “You wanna yell some more, or should I shut you up?”

You gasped, fingers curling into his open shirt. “Try me.”

That was all it took.

He kissed you again — all teeth and desperation — dragging your thighs up around his waist as he ground his hips into you. You felt how hard he already was, straining against his shorts. He lifted you like you weighed nothing and carried you below deck without another word, the fury burning behind his eyes like a firestorm.

The moment the door to his cabin slammed shut, he threw you onto the mattress.

“Take it off,” he demanded, standing over you, undoing his belt with one hand.

You stared him down as you peeled off your shirt, tossing it aside. “Make me.”

His eyes flared. In a blur, he was on you — hands yanking at your pants, dragging them off along with your underwear in one swift, rough motion. He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t ask again.

He buried his face between your thighs, tongue hot and unrelenting. You cried out, hips bucking against him, one hand tangled in his dark hair.

“Luffy—ah—fuck—”

He moaned into you, the vibrations making your thighs tremble.

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was wet with you, his eyes wild.

“I could taste how mad you were,” he growled. “And you’re still fucking dripping.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Oh, now you want me?” he sneered, gripping your hips so hard you were sure it’d bruise. “You were real mouthy earlier.”

“I still am.”

His lips twisted into a grin — one that was nothing short of predatory.

He slammed into you with one hard thrust, making you gasp, your back arching off the mattress.

“Luffy—!”

“Say it again,” he grunted, slamming into you again and again. “Say my name like that. Scream it. Let the crew hear how you yell for me.”

You did. Over and over. His name falling from your lips like a curse, a prayer, a plea.

He was rough — every thrust deep and angry, like he had something to prove. He fucked you like he wanted to erase the fight from your body, like the only way to fix it was to own you.

And god, you let him.

Your nails raked down his back, leaving red trails. He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarled against your neck.

“You!” you cried, almost sobbing. “You—fuck—Luffy!”

His rhythm faltered for a second — the sound of your voice, the desperation in it, nearly breaking him.

He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye as he drove into you harder. “You don’t get to be mad at me if you’re gonna let me fuck you like this.”

You moaned, helpless under him, body writhing with every thrust. “You think I let you? I wanted you. I still do.”

That cracked something in him. He kissed you hard, no longer angry — just needy.

You felt your orgasm crash over you like a wave, hips jerking, moans spilling out uncontrollably. Luffy followed with a low growl, cursing under his breath as he spilled into you, buried deep.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing.

He collapsed beside you, face buried in your neck, arms still wrapped tightly around your waist.

“…I really pissed you off, huh?” he mumbled after a moment, his voice raspy.

“Yeah,” you whispered, turning to bury your fingers in his hair. “You scared me.”

He lifted his head, meeting your eyes. His hand cupped your cheek. “I don’t wanna scare you. Ever. But I’m not gonna stop protecting the people I love.”

You swallowed. “I know. Just… promise me you’ll be more careful.”

He nodded. “Only if you promise not to pick fights you can’t win.”

You smirked. “Says the guy who just lost to me.”

He grinned, nipping at your shoulder. “We’ll see about that.”

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[makeyoumine69]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: One day, you casually voiced your dirty fantasy about Clark knocking you up—and now you’re dealing with the consequences. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Clark Kent x Fem!Reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW, smut, breeding kink, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, fingering, overstimulation, vague size diff, cum eating (kinda), praise kink, manhandling, established relationships, dirty talk, pet names, Clark is a pervert but in a romantic way. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: Less than 1k 𝐀/𝐍: This smutty drabble was requested by @meta-over-malice, who seems to have fallen for the new Superman! The GIF I used was made by the amazing @linusbenjamin!

Sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Quivering limbs. The musky sizzle of sex. All of this mixed into a wicked cocktail of depravity.

You couldn’t remember how many times Clark had filled you—not that it mattered. He could keep going until you passed out cold. Until you were completely ruined—reduced to the smallest, most helpless thing in the world.

Clark’s body was nothing but a heavy wall of muscle. The force of his thrusts made the bed creak pitifully beneath you. You could only hope the neighbors wouldn’t call the police. He was relentless in his mission to get you pregnant—haunted by the fantasy ever since you'd moaned it into his ear:

"I want you to fill me with your cum until my belly swells with your baby."

That phrase alone kept him hard for days. And now that he finally had you, he was going to fuck you until you forgot your own name.

"Clark–mmhm–Clark, please," you gasped, your voice faltering with each deep stroke. His dense cum worked as a slick, perfect lubricant, easing the raw power of his rhythm. "I can’t–I can’t–it’s too much!"

He groaned, gripping your trembling body with both arms, curling protectively around your neck as he hovered above your open mouth. Tears streamed down your face, but he didn’t hesitate—his tongue flicked out to catch them.

"You can give me one more, princess," he breathed into your ear, voice dark and coaxing. His pace never faltered, even as your nails raked his back, carving deep, angry lines. "Come on, I want to feel you clamp around me again. Just one more time, honey. You’ve got it in you."

To match his words, he shifted your hips slightly, angling his thrusts to strike that spot deep inside. When he did, your body caught fire again—sparks of pleasure blooming from your core like a thousand tiny detonations.

"I'm–I'm–cumming!" you stuttered in a silent scream as your inner walls clenched around his thick, veiny cock. "Don't–don’t stop!"

And he didn’t.

Instead, he set an even more punishing rhythm. Kneeling upright, the bed dipped beneath his weight every time he impaled you on his rock-hard, muscular length. His heavy balls slapped rhythmically against your ass, ready to flood you with cum again.

"You’ll be so beautiful when you’re pregnant," he rasped, eyes locked on your swollen pussy greedily sucking him in. "I can’t wait to see it."

With that, Clark grabbed you by the waist and lifted you, making you wrap your legs around his lower back. You whimpered, clinging to his neck, your vision blurring as the edges of your consciousness began to fade. The sheets beneath you were soaked in your fluids, and both your bodies glistened with sweat, haloed in the daylight slicing through the blinds.

You wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but the words caught in your throat—so you kissed him hard instead. He groaned into your mouth without missing a beat.

Slap, slap, slap.

Your bodies crashed together with savage intensity—until he suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your back. Before you could process the movement, his long fingers plunged into your soaked cunt, thrusting in and out with purpose, curling and scissoring to tease the spongy spot that always made you lose control.

"Too much," you whimpered, slurred and breathless. "Clark–Clark–ahhhh!"

When his thumb found your clit, you combusted, gushing around his palm with a strangled cry.

"That’s it. Such a good girl," he whispered, leaning in to trace your cheek with one finger. "So good for me."

At some point, you lost your grip on reality—everything felt too surreal, too blissful, too overwhelming. But when Clark withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, savoring the taste of both of you, you knew that even if none of this was real, you never wanted to leave this dream.

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[cinnamonlouu]

Can you please make a Dom!Smoke x Nasty!Plus!Size reader Smut?

Dom!Smoke x Nasty!Plus-Size Reader

Your legs were pinned to the bed, his weight pressing into you. “Wonder if you gon take it this time or run like you always do?”

His mouth crashed into yours rough, messy. You moaned into his mouth as he pushed your legs back farther, folding you just how he promised, thick cock grinding right up against your soaked folds, teasing.

“So desperate” he muttered, voice dark with hunger.

“You talk a lot for a man who hasn’t made me cum yet.”

Smoke’s hand came down hard across your thigh. “Attitude like that? I’m gonna ruin this pussy before I even slide in.”

His hand snaked around your throat and squeezed, just to make your pulse spike with need. He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear.

“Say thank you.”

You swallowed, then smiled. “Thank you, daddy.”

He groaned. “Fuckin’ filthy.”

One thick hand dragged down your body, over your soft belly, gripping handfuls of it like he didn’t skip over any of it. He grabbed you like every thick inch of you was his to hold, to fuck, to worship. His mouth trailed wet, open kisses across your chest, down to your tits, sucking a fat nipple into his mouth like he was starving for it.

You arched up into him, needy and bold. “Elijah.”

The next thing you knew, he was between your thighs, face buried deep, tongue licking thick stripes through your folds.

You cried out, hips jerking, but he held you there, strong arms locked around your thighs, tongue fucking you. The way he moaned into your pussy made you shake and your eyes roll back.

“fuck—”

He came up just enough to look you in the eye. “You gonna cum in my mouth, baby?”

You nodded fast, breathless.

He didn’t let up. He latched onto your clit like he owned it, sucking and flicking with his tongue until your whole body tensed. You screamed,thighs locked around his head.

Your orgasm crashed over you loud, raw, soaking his face.

When you came down, your body twitching with aftershocks, Smoke sat back on his knees. Grabbing your ankle pulling you toward him.

“Look at this fuckin’ mess.” He rubbed the head of his cock through your slick folds, lining it up slow. “Soakin’ my sheets. You proud of yourself?”

You smiled, still breathless. “Very.”

“Good. Let me show you what happens to cocky bitches.”

He slammed into you in one brutal thrust l deep splitting you wide, so thick you could feel him in your fuckin’ guts. You cried out, nails digging into his arms, but he didn’t stop.

“Oh fuck, Elijah ”

“Yeah, feel that?” he grunted, watching your pussy take him.

You moaned like a slut, louder with every stroke, loving the way he manhandled you holding your thighs wide, his chain gleaming around his neck. The sound you two was filthy wet, loud, skin against skin, your moans echoing with every thrust.

“Say it,” he growled, hand wrapping around your throat again, squeezing just enough. “Say you fuckin’ need it.”

“I need it, I need that dick, keep fuckin’ me like that!”

He grinned down at you, mean and pleased. L

His hand slid under you, lifting you just enough to change the angle. You screamed, gripping the headboard like your life depended on it.

“You gonna cum for me again?” he asked, pace unrelenting.

You nodded, body shaking. “Please, keep fuckin’ me—!”

He reached down, thumb circling your clit fast and hard, never breaking stroke. “Go ahead, baby. Cream on this dick.”

You let go with a cry so loud it echoed clenching tight around him, body jerking, soaking him in another gush of slick. He cursed, deep and low, hands gripping your hips tight as he fucked you through it.

Then he flipped you like you weighed nothing.

Ass in the air, back arched, he lined up again and drove back in deep. You cried out, hands braced against the headboard as he pounded you from behind, harder than before.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunted. “Take this dick. You love it.”

“I do! I love when you fuck me.”

He slapped your ass hard, again and again, until your skin stung and your pussy clenched around him.

You felt him slow down, strokes deeper, heavier, hips grinding into you.

“You want this nut, baby?” he asked.

“Please,” you gasped, face down, drooling, ruined. “I want it. I want all of it—”

He groaned like a man losing control and slammed into you one last time, holding deep, pulsing as he filled you full.

He stayed there, pressed against you, one hand gripping your hip.

When he pulled out, it was slow, cum leaking between your thighs. He sat back and watched it drip, breathing heavy, his hand running along your thigh with a low whistle.

He dragged his fingers through the mess between your legs just to stuff it back in.

Leaning down to kiss you “I love you” he said. “I love you more”.

[wendichester]

hey!! I’m a long time lurker, first time requesting 🤭 i was in a car accident a little while ago, and I was wondering if u could do a dean x reader who was in a car accident? a little comfort/fluff ❤️

⋆.𐙚 ̊ the crash that didn’t take you,

pairing. dean winchester x reader (gn) genre. comfort fluff

wordcount. 558

warnings. aftermath of a car accident (non-graphic), bruises, soreness, implied hospital visit, reader struggles with guilt/fear, very protective soft!dean, pet names, established relationship, blankets and cuddles galore, fluff heavy, healing

notes. thank you so much for requesting this sweets and i hope you're better now and the accident wasn't anything too serious!!

You don’t remember the moment it happened.

Just the sound. That awful metal-on-metal sound—like screaming without a mouth. And then nothing.

Now, it’s the smell of antiseptic, the scratch of gauze on your elbow, and the ache. A dull throb that settles deep in your bones, like your body’s angry it didn’t get a say in any of this. You’re on Dean’s bed, back at the bunker, with about five pillows stacked behind you and your legs half-covered by his flannel.

Dean hasn’t left your side.

Not since he picked you up from the hospital, jaw tight, hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. Not since he helped you out of the car with the gentleness of a man afraid you’ll shatter. Not since he said, “I’ve got you,” like a prayer whispered into your hair.

Now, he sits on the edge of the bed, eyes tracking every breath you take. He’s been trying to play it cool—throwing out the occasional joke, handing you your water with a smile—but it’s not fooling either of you. He’s freaked. Bad.

“Hey,” you say, voice a little raspy from all the meds and crying. “You don’t have to stare at me like I might disappear.”

Dean’s jaw works. “Can’t help it.”

You reach for his hand, wincing slightly as you shift. “I’m here.”

He nods slowly, threading his fingers through yours, thumb brushing over your skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch. His voice is quiet when he finally says, “You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I know.”

“And the guy who hit you—he was drunk. He ran a red light.”

“Dean—”

“You could’ve…” He swallows. Hard. “I could’ve lost you.”

You tug him closer, squeezing his hand. “But you didn’t. I’m banged up, yeah. But I’m here.”

He looks down at your hand in his, like the sight physically hurts him. “They said it was a miracle.”

You smile a little. “Told you I was tough.”

He huffs a laugh that catches somewhere in his throat, then leans down to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Tougher than me.”

You tug on his hand again until he lies beside you, his arms going around you like instinct. You press your face into his chest, into that smell you know better than your own—leather, soap, a hint of motor oil.

For a while, you don’t talk. Just breathe.

Then you whisper, “I keep hearing the crash when I close my eyes.”

His fingers move slowly up and down your back. “You don’t have to be okay today. Or tomorrow. Or next week. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Not even to shower?”

“I’ll drag the whole mattress into the bathroom if I have to.”

You snort softly, and it feels good to laugh. “That’s love.”

“Damn right it is.”

His hand slides into your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp like he knows exactly how to make the world fade out. You let your eyes close for a second, your heartbeat syncing with his.

“I love you,” you murmur.

Dean presses a kiss to your temple, his voice barely more than a breath.

“I love you more than anything.”

And for the first time since the crash, the weight in your chest lets go.

You don’t have to be fine. You just have to heal. And Dean’s going to make damn sure you do.

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─────⋆˚࿔ ⋆ sea, sex, and sun ( hjs & lsm ! ) — part 1

✩ˎˊ˗ seventeen masterlist (coming soon !)

⤷ pairing — joshua x fem!reader x dk

⤷ part 1 | part 2 ⤷ word count — 16.9k ⤷ permanent taglist — open !

⤷ a/n — wanted to try something new for a change—this is my first seventeen work so please be gentle ! hope you guys like it as much as i loved writing it. enjoy, loves 🤍

⤷ warnings — smut (minors dni), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), idol au, idol!joshua, idol!dk, established relationship, threesome, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, creampie, breeding kink, manhandling, praise kink, light degradation (teasing), hair pulling, marking (hickeys), body worship, pool sex, fluff

✩ˎˊ˗ summary — being their girlfriend was supposed to feel like a dream—and it did. the soft moments, the luxury, the way joshua and dokyeom looked at you like you hung the stars. but no one warned you about how intense it could get. how their love came in whispers and wandering hands, in ruined sheets and breathless laughter. how one dinner under fairy lights could end with you gasping their names, their devotion spilling out in every kiss and every touch. it wasn’t just love—it was indulgence. and with them, you couldn’t help but want more. every single time.

The Maldives air was nothing like Seoul’s biting winter chill. Here, it was warm, fragrant with salt and faint coconut, a breeze so soft it felt like fingers trailing over your bare shoulders.

You sat in a secluded beachside restaurant near your villa, staring out at the vast stretch of ocean painted in soft shades of blue and white, sunlight dancing across the gentle waves.

The sky above was bright and cloudless, the breeze carrying the faint scent of salt and flowers as it tangled in your hair.

You adjusted the frills of your white halter top as it slipped from your shoulder, the thin straps tangling lazily around your arm.

A smile tugged at your lips as you let out a deep, content sigh. It was paradise. Peaceful. Almost too quiet compared to the chaos back in Korea.

The spell broke when a large, warm hand slid over your thigh, fingers splaying just above your knee. The heat seeped through the thin fabric of your long skirt, igniting goosebumps across your skin.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” Joshua’s voice was low, smooth like honey but edged with curiosity as he leaned closer. His brown eyes, softer than the Maldives sun, searched your face.

You blinked at him, lips parting slightly as your stomach fluttered—not from the scenery, but from him.

And from the man sitting across the table watching quietly, his sharp eyes flicking between your flushed face and Joshua’s hand on your thigh.

“Just breathing it all in,” you admitted softly, your fingers brushing over Joshua’s wrist where his hand lingered dangerously close to the inside of your thigh.

“It’s so different here. Like my body hasn’t caught up yet.”

Joshua’s lips curled into a knowing smile as his thumb traced slow circles over your skin.

“It’s a good thing we got you to agree,” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

“It was hard, you know.” His words were laced with something heavier, enough to make heat pool low in your belly.

Before you could even respond, a tongue click cut through the lazy sound of waves crashing in the distance.

“Shua’s right, angel,” came Dokyeom’s smooth voice as he leaned back against the table, his toned arms folding across his chest.

The sunlight from the open-air patio kissed his skin, making him glow golden as his eyes locked on you with a playful glint.

“I had to literally pull you off your laptop for you to even listen about this vacation.”

You sighed, lips pushing out into a small pout as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

Your fingers absentmindedly toyed with the rolled-up sleeves of Joshua’s crisp white button-up, right where the fabric stretched around his upper arm.

The soft cotton felt warm under your touch, heated from his skin, while his hand remained resting firmly on your thigh, thumb stroking in lazy circles that made it harder to focus.

Joshua’s brow arched, his hand squeezing your thigh with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

The warm weight of his palm didn’t leave, only inched slightly higher under the flowy fabric of your skirt.

“And how many times,” Joshua began slowly, his tone still soft but now edged with a dangerous kind of sweetness, “have we told you to quit that job?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Dokyeom’s low chuckle made you snap your gaze back to him.

He shifted his weight against the wooden chair, arms still crossed as he added, “We know you love being independent, sweetheart.”

His eyes softened, but his words held firm resolve. “But all that job does is give you stress. Late nights, skipped meals, constant emails.”

Your brows knitted together, but before you could get a single word out, Joshua was already leaning in closer, his voice dipping, each syllable smooth and heavy like melted chocolate.

“Yes, baby,” he said, thumb stroking the sensitive skin just beneath your skirt. “We know you want your own source of income. And we’re proud of you for working so hard…”

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, gaze dark and stormy. “But isn’t that our job?”

You blinked at him, your pout deepening as heat prickled across your face—not just from embarrassment but from the way both of them were looking at you.

Joshua tilted his head slightly, smirking as his fingers squeezed your thigh again. “We’re not looking down on you. Never that. But wouldn’t it be nicer if you just laid back and let us handle everything? We could give you a more comfortable life, angel.”

“And spoil you rotten while we’re at it,” Dokyeom added smoothly, his smile softening into something more tender now as his eyes scanned over your pout.

“You wouldn’t have to lift a finger unless it’s to call room service or… you know.” His smirk returned at the double meaning, and your cheeks burned even hotter.

Joshua turned his head toward the younger man, rolling his eyes playfully as his hand gave your thigh an almost possessive squeeze.

“You horny fuck,” he muttered, though there was amusement in his tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of you as Dokyeom let out a scoff, tilting his head back with a grin.

“Oh, shut up,” he shot back, crossing his arms over his chest. “As if you haven’t been eyeing (Y/N) since before we even got off the plane.”

The playful accusation made your lips curl into a shy smile as you groaned and leaned your head against Joshua’s shoulder, seeking a place to hide your flushed face.

His crisp shirt smelled faintly of fresh linen and his cologne—warm, woodsy, and comforting. Your hands found their way on top of his lap, fingers tracing absent patterns over the fabric of his slacks.

Joshua’s arm wrapped around you instinctively, and he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head, careful not to disturb the half-up, half-down hairdo you’d spent minutes complaining about earlier in the villa.

“You two are the same,” you mumbled against his shoulder, your voice slightly muffled. “Horny fucks.”

That made Joshua chuckle lowly, the sound vibrating against your cheek as his thumb resumed slow, teasing circles on your thigh.

Dokyeom, on the other hand, let out a mock gasp, clutching his chest dramatically as if wounded.

“Excuse me?” he said, eyebrows shooting up. “And whose fault is that, huh? Who’s been walking around in tiny skirts and little tops, tempting us every chance she gets?”

You tilted your head just enough to shoot him a sly, knowing smile, your lips curving in that way that always made both men weak.

Before Dokyeom could say anything more, a waiter approached your table, carefully placing down the plates and pitcher.

“Your lobster, pasta, salad, and fresh mango juice,” the man said politely, arranging the cutlery before stepping away with a slight bow.

“Thank you,” Joshua said with a charming smile, his hand momentarily leaving your thigh to adjust your napkin on your lap like the gentleman he was.

Just as Dokyeom reached across the table, his fork poised to spear into your pasta, you hissed, “Hands off the food.”

He froze dramatically mid-motion as you quickly grabbed your handbag from the chair beside you, pulling out your phone and sleek little digital camera.

“Let me take a picture first,” you said firmly, unlocking your phone and adjusting the angle.

Dokyeom dropped his fork with a groan, throwing his head back. “Women…” he muttered under his breath, his tone exaggerated like he was in pain.

Your brow shot up instantly as you lowered your phone to stare at him, one brow arched high.

“Repeat that?” you asked sweetly, though your voice held a dangerous edge.

Dokyeom straightened in his seat like a scolded child, his grin returning in full force. “Nothing,” he said quickly. Then with a softer tone, he added, “I love you, angel.”

Your lips twitched in amusement as Joshua chuckled beside you, his hand back on your thigh now, thumb tracing higher this time—just enough to make your stomach flip.

You hummed, trying to refocus as you angled your phone and snapped another quick photo of the lobster and pasta, the sunlight catching on the glossy sauce, and the pitcher of mango juice glistening with condensation.

“Okay,” you said finally, setting your phone and camera aside with a satisfied little nod. “Let’s eat.”

You turned your head slightly, catching Joshua watching you with that soft, knowing smile that never failed to make your chest warm.

“You too, Hong. Hands off,” you teased, gently tapping the back of his wrist where his hand still rested on your thigh.

He laughed, the sound low and warm, his hand reluctantly sliding away as he leaned in to press a light kiss to your cheek. The tender brush of his lips made you smile despite yourself.

“Okay, okay,” Joshua said, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he leaned back in his chair.

“I concede. For now.” His gaze lingered on you for a second longer, that subtle glint in his eyes promising he wasn’t letting you off that easily later.

“Send those to me later,” Dokyeom chimed in with a grin, nodding toward your phone.

He was already reaching for his utensils, clearly eager to dive into the meal.

You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head as you grabbed your own fork and knife.

“Men,” you muttered with a dramatic sigh, earning a soft chuckle from Joshua beside you.

Dokyeom only smiled wider, unbothered, and shrugged his broad shoulders. “What can I say? Guilty as charged, angel.”

Joshua smirked, resting his chin in his palm as he watched you cut into the pasta with practiced ease. “He’s not even pretending to be subtle anymore.”

“Like you are?” you shot back, raising a brow at him.

His grin widened, one hand reaching out briefly to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face. “Touché, baby.”

You smiled softly at him before finally twirling some of the pasta around your fork, bringing it to your lips.

The moment you took a bite, your eyes fluttered shut as the rich, buttery flavor of the lobster and perfectly al dente pasta exploded across your tongue.

“Mmm,” you let out a quiet moan of delight without even realizing it, completely lost in how heavenly it tasted.

Dokyeom, who had leaned over to steal a piece of lobster off one of the plates, froze mid-bite as his head snapped toward you. His brows arched high, a mischievous grin already threatening to form.

But before he could say anything, Joshua shot him a sharp glare across the table, his jaw tightening just slightly as if silently warning him ‘don’t you dare.’

Dokyeom tried—to hold back, but the smirk was already tugging at his lips.

He leaned back in his chair, still chewing as he drawled teasingly, “Baby, is it really that good?”

You blinked at him, cheeks warming as you nodded eagerly, swallowing your bite. “It really is,” you said, your voice bright and innocent despite the way his eyes stayed locked on you. “Here—try it.”

Twisting another small portion onto your fork, you reached it across the table toward Dokyeom.

He leaned in, lips parting slightly as he let you feed him. His eyes widened the second the taste hit his tongue, and he nodded approvingly.

“Okay,” Dokyeom said, his grin widening. “Now I get it. That’s insane. But—” his tone dipped lower, teasing, “I think it’s partly how cute you look feeding me.”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh, turning back to your plate only to find Joshua watching you closely.

His expression was unreadable—his eyes dark, half-lidded as they tracked the way you swirled more pasta onto your fork. It made you pause for a beat, the air around you thickening.

Blinking up at him from under your lashes, you asked softly, “Want some, baby?”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he leaned back slightly, nodding once. “Yeah.” His voice was calm, almost too calm, as his eyes didn’t leave yours.

You swallowed lightly, reaching up to feed him the bite. Joshua held your gaze as his lips closed around the fork, and when he pulled back, he hummed in quiet approval.

“Yeah, it does taste good.”

Then he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered lowly so only you could hear, “But you taste better.”

Your breath hitched. Heat shot straight to your face, your hand faltering slightly as you set your fork down and tried to regain composure.

“Joshua Hong,” you muttered in a flustered tone, turning back to your plate as if focusing on the food would hide the way your face was burning.

Dokyeom, who had been mid-bite again, froze with his jaw dropped.

“Unbelievable,” he said flatly, staring at Joshua like he’d just witnessed a crime. “I—are you hearing yourself? At a restaurant?”

Joshua didn’t even flinch. Instead, he raised a brow coolly, leaning back slightly in his chair as his hand remained lazily draped on your thigh.

“You’re one to talk. You were about to say something way worse, weren’t you?”

Dokyeom’s lips parted like he was about to argue, but then he paused, his eyes darting to the side as if trying to think of a decent comeback.

Realization hit, and he only sighed, shrugging with a sheepish grin. “Okay… yeah, you’re right,” he admitted.

That made you burst out laughing, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as your shoulders shook.

“Oh my God,” you giggled, looking between the two of them like you couldn’t believe you were stuck at a table with these men.

“Can you two please keep it in your pants for at least two minutes?”

They exchanged a knowing glance, a shared grin pulling at both of their lips before they turned back to their plates with soft chuckles.

“No promises,” Joshua murmured under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch.

You groaned quietly, dropping your gaze to your plate in a feeble attempt to ignore the heat crawling up your neck.

But your composure threatened to crack completely when Joshua’s hand on your thigh moved, his thumb brushing dangerously higher.

Your breath hitched. He, on the other hand, remained infuriatingly nonchalant—his free hand lazily poking at his own pasta as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

He twirled a bite of linguine around his fork, bringing it to his lips with an elegance that contrasted starkly with the way his fingers squeezed your thigh under the table.

“Joshua…” you whispered his name softly, half a warning, half a plea, but he didn’t so much as glance your way.

“Hm?” he hummed absently, chewing thoughtfully as his eyes flicked to the waiter walking past.

He raised a hand to call him over smoothly, his thumb brushing another teasing circle into your skin. “Excuse me?” he said politely when the waiter approached.

“Yes, sir?”

“We’ll have an order of shrimp, please,” Joshua said casually, his tone light and polite, like his hand wasn’t currently trying to make you squirm under the table.

You sighed in resignation, leaning slightly toward him as you fiddled with your napkin.

“Can you order crab cakes too?” you murmured, glancing up at him with a soft pout.

That finally earned you his attention. Joshua turned his head, his eyes crinkling with a tender smile as he brushed his thumb briefly over the back of your hand resting on the table.

“Of course, baby,” he said warmly, before looking back at the waiter. “And an order of crab cakes as well, please.”

“Right away, sir.” The waiter gave a small bow and disappeared, leaving you alone again with Joshua’s hand still high on your thigh.

You released a soft sigh, glaring at him playfully as you tried to focus on your meal. “You’re the worst.”

Joshua smirked, his eyes dropping briefly to your lips before he returned to his food.

“And yet…” His thumb traced one last circle over your thigh skin, his voice dipping low and velvety. “…you’re still leaning into me like you don’t want me to stop.”

The soft afternoon light filtered through the bathroom’s wide glass panels, painting everything in hues of gold and cream as the sound of waves crashing faintly echoed in the distance.

You stood in front of the mirror, now clad in a flimsy black two-piece swimsuit, though your long white skirt still hung low on your hips like a cover-up.

The delicate fabric swayed slightly with every movement, revealing glimpses of the matching bikini bottoms peeking out from beneath.

The top, however, was long discarded somewhere in the villa, leaving you in nothing but the skimpy swimwear and a golden flower clip holding your hair up in a messy yet elegant twist.

You were carefully curling your lashes, lips pursed in concentration.

Beside you, Joshua stood shirtless at the double sink, a white towel slung loosely around his neck as he shaved with calm precision.

His dark hair was damp from his earlier shower, stray droplets trailing down the toned planes of his chest and disappearing into the waistband of his black lounge shorts.

You leaned back from the mirror with a small sigh, fingers reaching up to gently tap at the slightly smudged edge of your eyeliner.

“Ugh,” you muttered under your breath, clicking your tongue in annoyance.

Turning away from the mirror, you reached for your makeup bag resting near the sink and started rummaging through it for your eyeliner and concealer.

Joshua glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he wiped the remaining shaving cream from his jaw.

“You look like you’re about to murder someone,” he said casually, grabbing his facial wash and squeezing some into his palm.

You froze for a second before your head snapped in his direction, one perfectly arched brow raised in mock offense.

Holding up your eyeliner like a weapon, you pointed it straight at him, your lips curving into a dangerous little smirk. “Do you want to be the first victim?”

Joshua chuckled, rubbing the wash gently across his face in smooth, circular motions. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he shot you a look in the mirror.

“As much as I love you…” he drawled, rinsing his hands under the warm water. “No thanks.”

You rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh, finally pulling out your concealer and setting it on the counter.

“Coward,” you teased, your voice light with amusement as you leaned closer to the mirror again.

Joshua’s laughter filled the room, soft and warm as he grabbed a fresh towel and patted his face dry. “Maybe,” he said, “But if you’re looking for a victim, I think Dokyeom’s volunteering as tribute.”

You snorted, shaking your head as a small laugh escaped your lips. “Oh really?” you said, turning slightly toward Joshua with your eyeliner in hand, ready to retort—

—but before you could get a word out, the bathroom door swung open with a faint creak, and in strolled Dokyeom, fresh from his own shower in the guest bathroom.

His damp hair was still tousled from the towel he’d half-heartedly run through it, stray drops of water trailing down his chest to where a white towel hung dangerously low on his hips.

“Tribute to what?” he asked casually, eyebrows quirking as his gaze flicked between the two of you.

A sly smile tugged at your lips as you turned fully toward him, one hand resting on the counter as your golden clip caught the light.

“Murder,” you replied sweetly, your voice laced with faux innocence.

Dokyeom let out a deep laugh that made your stomach flip, shaking his head as he stepped closer. “Murder, huh? Guess I walked in at the right time.”

Before you could stop him, he closed the distance and wrapped his arms loosely around your waist from behind, his bare chest pressing against your back.

You let out a small whine at the sudden coolness of his damp skin soaking into your bikini top and the waistband of your white skirt.

“Kyeom—” you pouted, squirming slightly in his hold. “You’re wet.”

His laughter rumbled against your shoulder as he held you for just a second longer before pulling back with a teasing grin. “Sorry, angel. Couldn’t resist.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you turned back to the mirror as he moved to stand beside Joshua, who had been watching with an amused expression.

Joshua handed over the can of shaving cream wordlessly, still toweling the last bit of moisture from his jaw.

“Where’s my razor?” Dokyeom asked, glancing at the counter as he spread the cream onto his palm.

Joshua nodded toward the sleek black one resting next to his own silver-handled razor. “Black one’s yours,” he said simply.

“Got it.” Dokyeom grinned, shaking his head slightly as he lathered his face. “Thanks.”

Joshua smiled faintly, turning his attention back to you for one last moment. He stepped closer, his hand finding the back of your head gently as he pressed a soft kiss to your crown, careful not to disturb your messy golden clip.

“Don’t take too long, baby,” he murmured, his breath warm against your hair. “Pool’s waiting.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, your lashes lowering as you smiled at the soft gesture.

With that, Joshua stepped out of the bathroom, the faint rustle of fabric following as he moved toward the bedroom to change into his swim trunks.

You stayed at the counter, fingers brushing over your concealer tube again as Dokyeom hummed a low tune beside you, razor in hand as he studied himself in the mirror.

Dokyeom’s gaze flicked to you in the mirror, watching as you grabbed your blush brush and a highlighter palette, tapping it gently.

“Is that the swimsuit I got you?” he asked, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity as he rinsed the blade under the faucet.

You shook your head with a small smile, sweeping a soft coral blush across your cheeks. “Nope. It’s the one I bought in Madrid last year.”

He hummed knowingly, a grin tugging at his lips as he went back to his shaving. “Oh yeah… but the one I got you? Way sexier.”

You snorted, patting the glittering highlighter across your cheekbones until your skin caught the light like sunlit water.

“It’s in one of my suitcases,” you admitted, nodding at the thought. “But it’s broad daylight, Kyeom… so.”

Dokyeom clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, setting the razor down for a moment as he turned his head slightly to check his work in the mirror.

“Oh, come on, angel. You’re depriving us,” he teased, his tone light but his eyes catching yours in the reflection, just long enough to make your stomach flutter.

You rolled your eyes fondly, reaching for your lip gloss next. The clear formula shimmered faintly as you smoothed it over your lips, finishing with a gentle press of your lips together.

Then you grabbed your setting spray, spritzing a fine mist over your face with a satisfied little sigh.

When you finally turned to him, your golden clip catching the light like a crown, you cocked your head slightly and asked with a playful grin, “How do I look?”

Dokyeom paused mid-motion, his hands resting on the counter as his eyes swept over you—taking in the black bikini peeking out from under your loosely tied skirt, your skin glowing softly under the golden light, and the glimmer of highlighter on your cheeks.

“Give me a little twirl,” he said suddenly, smirking.

You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes again but obliging with a playful spin, your skirt flaring slightly to reveal more of the matching bikini bottoms.

He let out a low whistle, shaking his head as his grin widened. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

You stepped closer to him, resting your hand lightly on his bare chest as you peered up at him with a teasing smile. “Every hour, yes. I’m very aware.”

Dokyeom laughed, the sound rich and warm as he leaned down to steal a kiss, his hands settling gently on your waist.

You smiled against his lips, your fingers splayed against his skin before you pulled back with a quiet laugh.

“Really, Kyeom?” you teased, giggling as you pointed to the faint sheen of gloss now smudged on his mouth.

He licked his lips with a grin, humming thoughtfully. “Is this… cherry?”

You nodded, still laughing softly as you patted his shoulder. “Yup. Now hurry up. Shua’s waiting in the pool, and I’m not in the mood to hear him yell our names across the villa.”

Dokyeom grinned boyishly, reaching for his towel to wipe off the last bit of water. “Fine, fine, angel. Go on ahead before he comes storming in here.”

You gave him a cheeky grin, running your fingers over the smooth counter one last time before walking out of the bathroom, your hips swaying slightly as the soft sound of your bare feet padded against the villa’s wooden floors.

You made your way to one of the plush beds. There, your phone and digital camera sat waiting atop a neatly folded towel.

You scooped them up carefully, your fingers brushing over the smooth metal of the camera as you adjusted your hold.

The glass doors leading to the private pool were already cracked open, letting in the warm scent of salt and frangipani.

A soft breeze swept through, lifting a stray strand of hair as you stepped outside, sunlight instantly kissing your bare shoulders.

Joshua was sitting at the edge of the pool, his toned back glistening faintly from the water. The soft sound of gentle waves lapping against the pool tiles mixed with the distant calls of seabirds.

“Hi, baby,” you called sweetly, your voice carrying across the open space.

Joshua turned slightly, a warm smile spreading across his face as you came up behind him.

“Hi there,” he murmured, his voice velvety as your fingers tangled into his damp hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

He leaned into your touch for a moment before standing gracefully, water dripping from his black swim trunks to create little puddles at his feet.

You tilted your head up at him, a small giggle slipping past your lips when you caught sight of his wet shorts clinging to his thighs.

Joshua’s hands found your hips easily, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he pulled you closer.

“Missed you already,” he teased, ducking down to press playful kisses all over your face—your cheeks, your nose, your jaw—his lips warm against your sun-kissed skin.

You laughed breathlessly, trying not to drop your camera as he finally captured your lips in a firm, lingering kiss. You melted into it instantly, returning his affection as his hands tightened slightly on your waist.

He hummed softly when he pulled away, the faint taste of cherry lip gloss still lingering on his tongue.

“Mmhm… cherry,” he murmured against your lips before stealing another quick kiss, and another, each one more intoxicating than the last.

“Joshua…” you whispered with a smile as you tilted your head back slightly, but he only smiled down at you before his lips began peppering a trail of kisses down your neck.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as one hand found its way back into his damp hair, your fingers tangling at the roots while the other clutched your camera and phone tightly against your chest.

“Baby,” you hissed quietly as his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot near your collarbone, his lips latching onto your skin with a teasing pull. “We’re outside…”

Joshua let out a low chuckle, his teeth grazing you lightly before pulling back just enough to meet your flustered gaze.

“So?” he asked smoothly, his tone laced with amusement. “We have a private villa for a reason.”

You huffed, trying to bite back your smile as you tapped his head lightly with your free hand.

“Shua, I need good pictures before you cover me in hickies,” you said pointedly, holding up the camera and phone in your other hand as proof.

He pulled back fully now, a playful pout tugging at his lips as his fingers brushed teasingly over the low waistband of your skirt.

“I never get to have any fun,” he muttered dramatically.

You smirked slyly, leaning up just enough to whisper, “If you’re lucky.”

That earned you a soft groan and an exaggerated eye roll from Joshua as he reluctantly released your hips. He gestured toward the sunny part of the deck with a resigned wave of his hand.

“Go on then, angel. Let me at least take those pictures before Dokyeom comes out here and steals the first shot.”

Grinning happily, you stepped into the light where the sun poured down, your skirt glowing faintly in the golden warmth as you adjusted your posture.

Joshua’s fingers wrapped around the camera, his long fingers deftly flipping it on as he peered through the lens.

“Stand still for me,” he instructed, his voice lower now, almost commanding as his thumb brushed over the shutter button. “That’s it, good girl.”

You posed easily, one hip cocked slightly as your fingers brushed against the loose fabric of your skirt. The golden clip in your hair caught the light, and Joshua hummed approvingly behind the camera, his eyes never leaving you.

Joshua snapped a few more photos, his finger effortlessly clicking the shutter as his smile lingered—soft, warm, completely captivated.

His eyes followed the way the golden light danced across your skin, the gentle sway of your skirt, the way the ocean breeze teased loose strands of hair around your face.

“I love you so much,” he muttered under his breath, barely realizing he’d spoken aloud as his thumb brushed over the camera’s dial to adjust the exposure.

You, still mid-pose with your weight shifted onto one leg, turned at the sound of his voice, a teasing smile curling on your lips.

“What was that, Mr. Hong?”

Joshua blinked, caught but not flustered, his grin growing sheepish. “Nothing, angel.”

You sauntered over, hand reaching out as your eyes sparkled with mischief. “Let me see.”

He lowered the camera obligingly, tilting the screen toward you as you scrolled through the images.

Each photo looked effortlessly perfect—the light hitting just right, your makeup glowing, your skirt moving like a whisper of fabric in the breeze.

“Oh wow,” you breathed, grinning in delight. “Shua, these are gorgeous.”

Your excitement made his chest swell, and before he could react, you leaned up on your toes and pressed a string of kisses across his cheek.

“I love you. Thank you,” you murmured softly, pulling back just enough to catch the way his eyes crinkled at the corners from laughing.

“I’ll take all the thank-yous you’ve got, baby,” Joshua teased, handing you back the camera with a fond smile.

You placed it gently on the bed inside before stepping back out onto the deck, catching sight of Joshua now holding your phone and snapping pictures of the ocean view—and occasionally of you when he thought you weren’t looking.

You laughed, shaking your head as you padded over. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Can’t help myself,” he said simply, slipping an arm around your waist as you moved in beside him.

He angled the phone slightly so you were in the frame, holding it out to capture the two of you.

“Smile for me, angel,” Joshua murmured near your ear as he pressed the shutter, taking several candid shots of you grinning up at him.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from behind.

“Taking pictures without me? Really?” Dokyeom’s tone was half-indignant, half-playful as he stepped out of the villa.

His damp hair clung to his forehead, still slightly tousled from his shower, and his swim trunks sat low on his hips, a towel draped casually over his shoulder.

You rolled your eyes fondly but raised your hand, beckoning him over. “Then stop pouting and come here, Kyeom.”

He strode over with a grin, slipping effortlessly into place beside Joshua. His arm wrapped around your hips, fingers resting just below Joshua’s hand on your waist, the two of them standing shoulder-to-shoulder like they owned the world—and you.

“Now this is a picture,” Joshua murmured, smirking slightly as he turned the phone to selfie mode.

You giggled as they both leaned in, their warmth on either side of you making your heart flutter. “You two are ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” Dokyeom teased, his thumb brushing lightly over your skirt’s waistband as he glanced at you with a grin.

“Yeah,” you admitted with a laugh, squeezing in between them as Joshua snapped the photo. “I really do.”

The sun was warm but not unbearable as you lounged on one of the cushioned poolside chairs, your legs stretched out comfortably and crossed at the ankles.

The long white skirt you’d worn earlier lay forgotten at the foot of the chair, discarded an hour ago in favor of letting the sun kiss your skin.

A piña colada sat sweating on the small wooden side table beside you, the faint scent of coconut and pineapple sweet in the air.

A pair of designer shades rested on your face, shielding your eyes from the sharp rays as you flipped through the pages of your book, completely absorbed—well, as much as you could be with the sound of bickering echoing from across the pool.

“I’m telling you, Kyeom, my freestyle leaves you in the dust every time,” Joshua said with a smirk, resting his elbows casually on the edge of the medium-sized circular pool.

His wet hair clung messily to his forehead, droplets of water glinting in the sunlight.

Dokyeom splashed water in his direction with a scoff. “Please. I could outswim you blindfolded. Remember Jeju? I lapped you twice.”

“That was shallow water!” Joshua countered, his grin widening.

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you returned to your book, determined to tune them out.

It was pointless trying to break up their playful arguing—you knew they were only doing it to impress you anyway.

A low growl from your stomach, however, broke your concentration. You sighed, pushing your sunglasses down just slightly to glance over their frames at the two men.

“Do either of you want anything?” you asked, your tone casual but affectionate.

Joshua, still perched at the pool’s edge, turned his head to look at you with that infuriatingly knowing smirk.

“You,” he said smoothly, his wet fingers brushing slick hair back from his face.

You rolled your eyes, a fond smile tugging at your lips. “Real food, baby.”

Dokyeom, now floating closer to your side of the pool, paddled toward the edge and braced his toned arms on the tiles as he looked up at you.

Water streamed down his chest as he grinned. “A burger,” he said quickly, then added after a beat, “and fries.”

You nodded with a small chuckle. “Anything to drink?”

“Coke,” he said, his grin widening as he watched you tilt your head and mentally note the order.

Your eyes flicked to Joshua, who had now joined Dokyeom at the edge of the pool, standing beside him with his hands resting lazily on the tiles. He tilted his head slightly at your questioning look.

“Chicken,” he replied simply, still smirking. “You know the kind I like.”

“Of course I do,” you said softly, closing your book and setting it aside on the lounge chair.

As you stood, your hips swayed slightly as you reached for the phone, still sitting on the end table. You felt both their gazes lingering on your back as you made your way toward the villa’s sliding glass doors.

Joshua’s smile turned downright mischievous as he watched you go, his voice carrying easily over the sound of the water. “Offer still stands, baby.”

You let out a laugh, waving a hand dismissively over your shoulder as you entered the cool interior of the villa. “Behave,” you called back playfully, already scrolling through the villa’s room service menu as you sat down on the edge of the plush bed.

Behind you, you could hear Dokyeom bumping his shoulder lightly against Joshua’s in the water. “You’re insufferable, dude.”

Joshua chuckled, watching the way the sunlight caught in your hair as you disappeared into the room. “And you’re telling me you weren’t thinking the same thing?”

Dokyeom didn’t reply, but the grin he tried to hide spoke volumes.

You shook your head with a little smile as you pressed the room service button, tucking your legs under you on the edge of the plush bed.

“Yes, hi. Can I place an order for villa twenty-three?” you asked softly, twirling the cord of the phone absentmindedly around your finger as the operator answered with practiced cheer.

“A burger with fries and a Coke… a chicken platter, and could you also add a chicken salad and a mango shake to that, please?” You hummed as they repeated the order back, your nails drumming lightly on the bedside table.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Oh—yes, of course, take your time,” you said with a polite little laugh when they explained the kitchen was busy and it would take at least half an hour for the food to be prepared.

“No problem at all. Thank you so much.”

Hanging up, you slipped your phone back onto the bed and padded barefoot across the cool wooden floor toward the sliding glass doors.

The sun was still high, spilling golden light over the private pool where your boyfriends continued their playful splashing and arguing.

“They said it’ll take at least thirty minutes,” you called out as you stepped outside, shielding your eyes briefly from the bright sunlight.

“Fine by me,” Joshua replied smoothly, his wet hair clinging to his forehead as he floated lazily on his back. “I’m not that hungry yet anyway.”

You didn’t catch the quick glance exchanged between him and Dokyeom, the silent conversation passing between them. You were too busy noticing the sound of pages flipping near your chair.

“Angel,” Dokyeom called out, his voice teasing as his fingers toyed with the edges of the pool tile. “What’s so interesting about this book, anyway?”

You raised a brow at him, crossing your arms playfully. “It’s really good. Unlike certain people in this pool who have no taste for romance or depth.”

Joshua tilted his head as he treaded water closer to you, that boyish grin never leaving his face. “Then why don’t you join us instead?”

You groaned dramatically, adjusting the golden flower clip holding your hair in its messy updo. “No. You’ll both end up wetting my hair, and you know how long it takes to dry.”

Dokyeom laughed, swimming to the pool’s edge near you. “Come on. We promise we’ll leave your hair alone.”

You gave him a skeptical look, only for Joshua to add with a mischievous little shrug, “And if it does, I’ll be styling it for you before dinner. Deal?”

You paused, lips twitching in amusement at his confidence.

With a sigh of resignation, you set your book and sunglasses down carefully on the lounge chair. “Fine. But only because I want that dinner hair promise in writing, Joshua Hong.”

Joshua smirked as you stepped carefully into the pool, the cool water lapping against your calves as you let out a soft shudder.

“Cold,” you muttered, hugging your arms slightly as you waded further in until the water reached just above your waist.

“It’s not so bad,” Joshua murmured reassuringly, his hands sliding gently to rest in front of your hips as he smiled down at you. His thumbs traced slow, lazy circles against your bare skin, the heat from his palms in contrast to the water.

Behind you, Dokyeom’s presence closed in as he pressed a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, his lips warm and feather-light.

“It’s not even that cold, angel. Relax,” he whispered, his voice low as his hands skimmed lightly over your waist, fingers dipping beneath the surface of the water.

You let out a shaky exhale, your eyes flicking to Joshua in front of you.

He was watching you closely, his dark lashes still wet, droplets trailing down his jawline as he tilted his head with a knowing smirk.

“You’ve just been out in the sun too much. Enjoy some water, (Y/N),” he teased, the use of your full name making your brows rise.

“(Y/N)?” you echoed with a little laugh, your tone light but your body betraying you as a shiver—not entirely from the water—ran down your spine.

Joshua’s grin widened as he leaned in, his lips brushing over yours with maddening slowness. “Mmhm. Love hearing your name like that. Makes it sound like we’re about to ruin you.”

You didn’t get the chance to respond before his mouth claimed yours in a deep, slow kiss.

You sighed into it, your fingers tangling into his damp hair as his tongue traced over your bottom lip, coaxing a soft whimper out of you.

Behind you, Dokyeom’s hands splayed wider against your waist, thumbs rubbing languid circles against your heated skin as his mouth continued its assault on your neck.

He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your shoulder, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath catch.

A quiet sound slipped out of you—part sigh, part restrained moan—muffled against Joshua’s lips.

“Don’t hold back,” Joshua murmured against your mouth as he pulled back slightly, his eyes hooded, voice low and almost commanding. “Relax, baby. There’s no one around.”

His gaze flicked toward the beach below the pool deck as if to prove his point.

Sure enough, it was empty—the private stretch of sand untouched, the turquoise waves lapping quietly against the shore.

The other villas were far enough away that you could barely see them through the lush palms surrounding yours.

“No one can hear you, no one can see you,” Joshua continued, his lips ghosting over the corner of your mouth as his fingers trailed lower under the water, brushing teasingly against the ties of your bikini bottoms.

You felt your pulse jump as he toyed with the delicate strings, tugging lightly—not enough to loosen them, but enough to make your body heat flare.

“You’re so tense,” Dokyeom whispered into your ear, his voice a delicious rasp as his hands slipped from your waist down to your hips, fingers digging gently into the soft flesh there.

“Let us take care of you, angel. Just let go.”

Your fingers tightened instinctively in Joshua’s hair as your other hand reached back, curling around Dokyeom’s wrist to steady yourself.

Joshua leaned in again, capturing your lips with a little more urgency this time. His tongue slid past your lips in a slow, deliberate stroke, making your knees feel weak despite the water’s support.

“You taste sweet,” Joshua murmured as he broke the kiss briefly, only to nip at your lower lip before diving back in.

Dokyeom’s hands were moving lower now, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your bikini bottoms under the water, his thumbs brushing over the curve of your ass as his teeth grazed that sensitive spot below your ear.

“You’re so warm,” Dokyeom murmured. “So perfect. Let us play a little before the food gets here, hmm?”

You exhaled shakily, your head tipping back slightly against his shoulder, feeling the wet heat of his chest pressing into your back.

Joshua’s dark eyes followed the movement, his lips quirking into a knowing smirk as he brushed a thumb tenderly across your parted lips.

“We have half an hour, baby,” Joshua murmured lowly, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Or you…” His words trailed off suggestively, and before you could even muster a response, you felt Dokyeom’s fingers tugging lazily at the side ties of your bikini bottoms beneath the water.

The gentle pull made the knot loosen slightly, not enough to undo it completely, but enough to make your stomach flip in anticipation.

Joshua’s hand slid higher, skimming the sensitive skin of your inner thigh beneath the water.

His thumb brushed featherlight over the delicate fabric of your bikini, grazing just close enough to make you gasp softly. He hummed in satisfaction at your reaction, his smirk deepening.

“Look at you…” Joshua said softly, his eyes locked on yours as his thumb began rubbing teasing circles over the thin barrier.

“We’re barely touching you and you’re already falling apart.”

You couldn’t even form words before his mouth was back on yours, claiming it in a kiss that was deeper, hungrier than before.

His tongue slid between your lips with practiced ease as you opened up for him, tasting faintly of piña colada and heat.

Your fingers dug into his wet hair, tugging him impossibly closer while your other hand clutched at Dokyeom’s arm behind you for balance.

Dokyeom’s hands didn’t stay idle either. They slid upwards with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of your ribs until his fingers found the delicate ribbon securing the back of your bikini top.

With one swift tug, it loosened, the fabric slackening just enough for his palms to slide beneath it, cupping your breasts.

A broken moan tore from your throat into Joshua’s mouth as Dokyeom’s thumbs brushed over your nipples, rolling and pinching them with just enough pressure to make your knees weaken.

Joshua pulled back slightly, his lips shiny and swollen from the kiss as his dark gaze raked over your flushed face.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, his hand still rubbing slow, torturous circles over your clothed core. “All flushed and trembling—just for us.”

Your hips jerked instinctively toward his hand, desperate for more friction, but he only chuckled darkly and pressed his palm firmer against you, the heat of it making your head spin.

“Needy already?” Joshua teased, leaning in to steal another kiss. “What happened to all that teasing earlier, hmm? Thought you could handle us, angel.”

Behind you, Dokyeom’s lips ghosted along your damp neck, teeth nipping lightly as he murmured against your skin. “She’s trying so hard to be good. Let’s help her out a little, yeah?”

His hands continued their slow ministrations, thumbs rolling your sensitive peaks while his fingers gently kneaded, the combination making you whimper against Joshua’s lips.

“Mm, I think she deserves it.” Joshua’s hand pressed a little firmer between your legs, his finger tracing along the soaked fabric of your bottoms.

“So wet already, baby. Is this all for us?”

You nodded breathlessly, words caught in your throat as your body shivered from the dual sensations.

“Good girl,” Dokyeom murmured approvingly against your ear, giving your nipples a firm pinch that made you arch against him with a small cry.

Dokyeom’s mouth crashed into yours, swallowing your whimpers as his tongue teased its way past your lips, tasting you like he’d been starving for it all day.

His large hands cupped your breasts firmly, thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks before he rolled them between his fingers, making you arch into his chest with a muffled moan.

Joshua’s kisses trailed lower now, lips hot and wet as they explored the curve of your neck, down to your collarbones. His hand slid up your trembling stomach, fingers hooking under the loosened bikini top.

“Don’t need this anymore,” he murmured against your skin.

With one fluid motion, he tugged the flimsy fabric free and tossed it lazily to the edge of the pool, leaving your breasts bare and slick in the sunlight.

“Fuck, angel… look at you,” Joshua groaned, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of your hardened nipples, pebbled from the water and their touch.

Without hesitation, he leaned in, his warm mouth closing around one pert bud as his tongue swirled teasingly, sucking hard enough to make your head fall back against Dokyeom’s shoulder.

“Sh-Shua—ahh,” you gasped, your hands flying up to tangle in Joshua’s wet hair as your thighs tried to clench together under the water—only to be stopped by Dokyeom’s legs bracketing yours from behind.

Joshua hummed in satisfaction around your nipple, his other hand sliding down your stomach beneath the water.

His fingers toyed with the fabric of your bikini bottoms for only a moment before he tugged it aside with deliberate slowness.

The first brush of his fingers against your bare, sensitive clit made you jerk, a sharp cry muffled into Dokyeom’s kiss as his tongue claimed yours with just as much hunger.

“God, you’re soaked already,” Joshua growled, the pads of his fingers rubbing tight, slow circles over your clit. “Is this from the water… or us?”

You whimpered into Dokyeom’s mouth, your answer swallowed by his greedy kiss as his hands continued to knead and roll your breasts.

“Both,” Dokyeom murmured, pulling back just enough to breathe against your lips, his forehead resting against yours as he watched Joshua’s fingers work between your legs. “She’s always this wet for us.”

Joshua chuckled darkly, nipping at your nipple before kissing his way back up your chest. “Lucky for us then.”

He pressed a kiss to your jaw before slipping two fingers lower, easing them between your folds.

The intrusion made your knees buckle in the water, and Dokyeom’s arms immediately wrapped tighter around your waist, holding you steady against his hardening length pressing into your lower back.

“You feel that, angel?” Dokyeom whispered, his lips brushing your ear.

“That’s how worked up I am just from watching you.” He rutted gently against your ass, the thick ridge of him leaving no room for denial as Joshua’s fingers began a slow, torturous rhythm inside you.

“F-fuck—” your voice cracked, your head falling back against Dokyeom’s shoulder as your walls clenched around Joshua’s fingers.

“God, you’re tight,” Joshua groaned, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers curled, pressing into that spot that made your thighs tremble violently.

“Let me hear you, baby. No one’s out here but us.”

“She’s trying so hard to be quiet,” Dokyeom murmured, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear.

“Don’t hold back, angel. Let Shua hear how good he’s making you feel while I—” He pinched one of your nipples firmly, making you cry out and grind instinctively into Joshua’s palm.

“While I rub this needy little pussy against my cock.” Dokyeom’s hips shifted, grinding his hardened length between the swell of your ass cheeks as the water lapped gently around you.

“Shit, she’s clenching so hard,” Joshua said with a low laugh, his pace quickening as his thumb pressed more insistently on your clit.

“Gonna cum for us, sweetheart? So soon?”

You could barely form words, your breaths coming out in broken gasps as the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter.

“P-please…” you managed, your nails digging into Dokyeom’s forearm behind you and Joshua’s shoulder in front of you.

“Please what?” Joshua teased, his dark eyes gleaming as his fingers fucked you faster, the slick sounds obscene under the water. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Want to cum,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible. “Please—please let me cum.”

Dokyeom’s teeth grazed your earlobe as he hissed, “You hear that? She’s begging.”

Joshua smirked, his fingers curling just right as his thumb gave your clit one final firm circle. “Then give it to us, baby. Cum all over my fingers.”

A strangled moan broke past your lips, and your walls clamped down around his fingers as your orgasm tore through you.

“That’s it, baby,” Joshua murmured, watching you come undone with hungry eyes. “Clench for me—just like that. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Dokyeom’s lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your shoulder as he held you steady, his hands smoothing over your trembling thighs.

“God, you’re gorgeous when you cum,” he whispered, his cock grinding lazily against your ass through his soaked shorts.

But your high was cut short too soon when Joshua pulled his fingers away, leaving you clenching around nothing.

A whine of protest fell from your lips, but Joshua only clicked his tongue, grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to his.

“Don’t pout, sweetheart,” he teased, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “You’re about to get exactly what you’re begging for.”

Before you could answer, his hands slid under your thighs, effortlessly lifting you from the pool. You yelped softly, arms flying to wrap around his neck as he carried you to one of the lounge chairs near the edge of the water.

The cool breeze kissed your damp, overheated skin as he set you down on the recliner, and you shivered at the sudden chill.

“Cold, angel?” Dokyeom’s voice came from behind you, dark and amused. He stepped up onto the deck, his wet hair clinging to his forehead as he tugged the tie of his swim shorts loose.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be warm enough soon.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Dokyeom sank down behind you on the recliner, his strong arms looping around your waist as he pulled you flush against his broad chest.

His hands roamed your body possessively, fingers sliding under the ties of your bikini bottoms to tug them loose.

“Off,” he said simply, tossing the ruined fabric to the side once he had them untied.

The air hit your soaked folds and you squirmed, trying to close your legs, but Dokyeom’s large hands held your thighs apart. “Uh-uh, angel. Keep those pretty legs open for us.”

Joshua stepped forward then, the sound of his shorts hitting the deck making your eyes flick up.

Your breath hitched at the sight—his cock stood heavy and thick against his toned stomach, the tip flushed an angry red and already leaking precum.

“So greedy for us already,” Joshua chuckled darkly, wrapping a hand around his length and giving it a slow stroke as he watched your blown-out pupils dart between him and Dokyeom.

You whimpered softly as Dokyeom’s fingers brushed your clit, circling it lazily while his cock, hot and hard, pressed against your slick entrance from behind.

The thick head rubbed teasingly between your folds, catching on your sensitive clit just enough to make your hips buck.

“Fuck, look at her,” Dokyeom groaned, his voice low in your ear. “So wet and messy—she’s dripping all over me.”

“Mm, I can see.” Joshua stepped closer, towering over you as his hand came down to tap your cheek lightly. “Open, baby. Be a good girl for us.”

You parted your lips without hesitation, tongue flicking out instinctively as he chuckled low in his chest. “That’s it. God, you’re perfect.”

Dokyeom’s hands tightened on your thighs, spreading you wider as he shifted you higher on his lap, the blunt head of his cock pressing harder against your slick entrance. “Feel that, angel? You’re about to take every inch of me.”

“Wait until she feels both of us,” Joshua murmured with a smirk, guiding his thick length to your waiting mouth. “Her greedy little hole’s gonna stretch so good.”

You whimpered as Dokyeom started to push in slowly from behind, the thick head forcing its way past your tight entrance.

“Oh my—Kyeom…” you gasped, eyes squeezing shut as the stretch burned deliciously.

“That’s it, angel,” he groaned, his jaw tightening as he sank deeper inch by inch. “Take it. You can handle it. You’re doing so good.”

Joshua’s hand cupped your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he said softly, though his tone held an edge of command. “Don’t get shy now.”

You obeyed, blinking up at him through teary lashes as he brushed the tip of his cock against your parted lips.

“Pretty mouth,” he praised, sliding his cockhead along your tongue, smearing precum across it before pressing just past your lips.

“Fuck, her mouth feels so good,” Joshua groaned, slipping in a little deeper. “Gonna let me fuck this sweet mouth while Kyeom fills you up, hmm?”

“Please,” you whined around his length, your voice muffled.

Dokyeom’s hips pressed flush against your ass finally, his entire length buried inside you as he cursed lowly. “Shit… so fucking tight. You’re squeezing me like a vice, angel.”

Before you could even catch your breath, Joshua’s large hand wrapped snugly around your throat, his thumb brushing against the rapid thrum of your pulse.

The gentle pressure made you moan around the thick length stretching your lips, sending vibrations straight down Joshua’s cock.

“God, listen to those pretty sounds,” Joshua hissed, his hips rocking forward slightly as you took him deeper into your mouth. “Such a perfect little toy for us.”

You hummed around him, the sound earning a deep groan from his chest. Determined to please him, your hands slid up to wrap around the base of his cock, stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach.

Spit dribbled down your chin as you bobbed your head, his swollen tip kissing the back of your throat.

“Fuck, baby… that mouth was made for me,” Joshua growled, his hand tightening slightly on your neck before easing up.

Behind you, Dokyeom began to move—slow at first, then building a punishing rhythm as he pistoned his cock into your slick heat.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the villa’s walls, blending with your muffled whimpers around Joshua’s cock.

“Look at her,” Dokyeom panted, his voice rough with lust. “She’s fucking dripping—messing up my thighs. So greedy for it, aren’t you angel?”

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a muffled moan, your eyes squeezing shut as tears pricked at the corners.

The stretch of Dokyeom’s cock inside you was overwhelming, his hips snapping forward mercilessly while Joshua’s length filled your mouth.

Joshua clicked his tongue in mock disapproval, a wicked smile tugging at his lips as he used his free hand to swipe away a tear trailing down your cheek.

“Aww, baby. Crying already?” he cooed. “You’re doing so good for us… taking both your boys like the sweetest little whore.”

Your whole body shivered at his words, and you moaned around him, the sound making his cock twitch in your throat.

“That’s it—fuck, such a good girl,” Dokyeom grunted, his pace unrelenting as he pounded into you from behind. “So fucking tight. You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? I can feel it.”

Joshua’s hand suddenly slid up, fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked the golden flower clip out and tossed it carelessly onto the deck.

“Pretty little thing,” he murmured, gathering your hair into a messy makeshift ponytail as his hips thrust shallowly into your mouth. “Don’t hold back, baby. Cum for us.”

You let out a choked whimper as the coil in your stomach wound impossibly tight, your thighs trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.

Dokyeom’s cock dragged against your sensitive walls with each brutal snap of his hips, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing obscenely.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so good,” Dokyeom growled, his fingers digging harder into your hips. “You close, angel? Gonna let us feel you fall apart?”

Joshua chuckled darkly above you, his hand tugging on your hair to tilt your head back. “Cum all over Kyeom’s cock, sweetheart,” he ordered, his tone thick with lust. “And don’t you dare stop sucking.”

Your body shook violently as the orgasm tore through you like a tidal wave, legs trembling and toes curling as a raw cry left your swollen lips.

Dokyeom grunted behind you, his own hips stuttering erratically as his cock pulsed deep inside, hot ropes of cum spilling into your fluttering walls.

“F–fuck, angel… that’s it. Take it all,” Dokyeom groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as his thrusts slowed, his length still twitching inside your overstimulated pussy.

Joshua let out a strangled moan above you, his hand tightening in your hair as he thrust deep into your mouth one last time.

His cock pulsed as thick spurts of cum coated your tongue, salty and warm as he held your head still. “Shit—just like that, baby. Swallow it all for me. Be a good girl.”

You whimpered softly, tears streaking your flushed cheeks as you obediently swallowed every drop.

Joshua’s thumb gently swiped at the corner of your lips as he pulled out slowly, watching your tongue peek out to show him your mouth was clean.

“Good fucking girl,” he cooed, his voice dropping to a warm murmur as he leaned down to kiss your spit-slick, puffy lips. “So perfect for us.”

Behind you, Dokyeom slowly pulled out with a low hiss, his cum dripping messily from between your thighs.

You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, your walls clenching reflexively as another small shudder ran through your body.

Joshua chuckled softly, brushing the hair sticking to your damp temple. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. You did so good for us,” he murmured, pressing tender kisses to your forehead.

Dokyeom’s lips followed, leaving soft pecks on your shoulder and cheek as his arms rubbed soothingly up and down your sides.

“Breathe, angel. Nice and easy,” he whispered, his voice low and sweet, so different from the desperate groans he let out moments ago.

Joshua reached down lazily to pick up his discarded shorts, tugging them on as he stayed kneeling between your trembling legs.

He spotted a nearby robe draped over one of the loungers and snagged it, wrapping the soft fabric around your naked, trembling form. With ease, he scooped you up into his arms bridal-style.

“Come here, baby girl. Let’s get you comfy,” he murmured, holding you close as your legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

You let out a small, exhausted laugh, your cheek pressed to the firm expanse of his chest. “Food’s here,” you mumbled breathlessly, still riding the aftershocks of pleasure.

Joshua’s lips curved into a warm smile as he kissed the crown of your head, mindful of the loose strands from your golden flower clip that now rested on the deck. “Yeah, baby. Let’s get you energized.”

Dokyeom had pulled on his own shorts by now, bending to retrieve your discarded bikini pieces from the deck. As the doorbell rang, he shot you a grin over his shoulder.

“I’ll get it,” he said, voice still hoarse but playful, disappearing inside to answer the door.

You looked up at Joshua through your lashes with a tired but content smile, your fingers playing with the collar of his robe.

“I’m starving now…” you whispered, lips curving with mischief despite your flushed face.

Joshua chuckled, his nose brushing against yours affectionately. “Of course you are. You just burned enough calories for three meals, sweetheart.”

You giggled, clinging tighter to him as he carried you inside toward the bed. With a soft smile, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before straightening.

“I’ll grab something to clean you up,” he murmured, brushing a thumb across your cheek before disappearing into one of the villa’s bathrooms.

The sound of quiet wheels against the wooden floor pulled your gaze to the doorway where Dokyeom rolled in the room service trolley.

He grinned at you, eyes still dark with the afterglow of what just happened.

“Look at you,” he said warmly, pulling the trolley to a stop near the bed.

He grabbed the foldable wooden table leaning against the wall and with a few efficient movements, unfolded it and set it up right in front of you.

Plate by plate, he carefully arranged the food—burgers, fries, chicken salad, mango shake, crab cakes, and the chilled pitcher of mango juice.

“For our girl,” Dokyeom repeated softly, his grin widening as he pushed the trolley away and took a seat beside you on the bed.

He reached up, his fingers gently brushing your slightly messy hair to one side as he studied you. “We didn’t mess your hair up, huh? Still perfect.”

You let out a breathy laugh, the sound tired but happy. “Barely. I think the flower clip sacrificed itself for the cause, though.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he tucked a loose strand behind your ear. “Worth it.”

Before you could reply, Joshua reappeared from the bathroom carrying a wooden tray with neatly folded towels, a bowl of warm water, and a small bottle of gentle soap.

His expression softened even more when he saw you sitting there, your robe wrapped loosely around your body.

“Perfect timing,” he murmured, setting the tray down on the nightstand and taking a seat on your other side.

He dipped one towel into the bowl, wringing out the excess water before meeting your eyes. “Open up for me, sweetheart. I need to clean you up.”

You hesitated for a moment, clutching the robe tighter. “Do we have to? I’m still so sensitive…” you whispered with a small pout.

Joshua’s lips curved upward in a tender smile as he leaned forward, his free hand cupping your cheek.

“I know, baby. I’ll be gentle—I promise. I just don’t want you uncomfortable later, okay?”

You sighed softly but nodded, letting the robe fall open as he carefully spread it apart. The cool air hit your flushed, sticky skin, making you shiver slightly.

“There’s my good girl,” Joshua cooed, his voice low and soothing as he began dabbing the warm towel between your thighs. You whimpered faintly at the sensation, your hips twitching.

“Shh… it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your knee in slow, reassuring circles. “You were so perfect for us. Let me take care of you now.”

Dokyeom leaned closer, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “He’s right, angel. You did so well. Just relax for us now.”

Joshua worked delicately, wiping away the mess from your thighs and between your folds with practiced care.

“Almost done, baby,” he murmured as he grabbed a clean towel to dry you.

You bit your lip, watching him with slightly glassy eyes as he finally pulled the robe back over your body, tying it loosely around your waist.

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

“All clean,” he whispered. “Now let’s get you fed.”

The late afternoon light poured into the villa, warm and golden as the sun began its slow descent over the ocean.

Hints of orange and pink streaked across the horizon, their glow slipping past the sheer curtains that swayed gently with the salty breeze.

You were perched on the edge of the vanity table, carefully outlining your lips with a dusty rose lip liner, the little furrow between your brows making Joshua chuckle from where he stood behind you.

“Don’t move too much, angel,” he teased lightly, his long fingers gently guiding a curl around the barrel of the curler.

The scent of your strawberry-scented lip balm and his cologne mixed in the air as ‘Heaven’s Cloud’ played lowly from your phone’s speaker.

“I’m not moving,” you murmured around the small smile forming as you capped the liner and reached for your lipstick, dabbing it delicately onto your lips.

Joshua tilted his head to watch, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Where’s your pink bow? The one I got you in Tokyo?”

You glanced down at your lap, reaching for the satin bow resting there. “Here.”

He took it from your hands, his thumb grazing your fingers briefly before stepping closer. “Perfect.”

He carefully clipped it to the middle section of your hair, letting it peek out from the soft waves he’d just finished curling.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured as he set the curler down on the counter.

“Thank you, baby,” you said sweetly, turning your head slightly to catch his eyes in the mirror.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours for a kiss—soft, lazy, tasting faintly of mango from the drink you’d shared earlier.

You laughed softly as you pulled back, giving him a playful look. “You guys really need to stop kissing me when I have lipstick on. You’re gonna stain every white shirt you own.”

Joshua only smirked, his dark eyes flashing mischievously. “Is that strawberry?” he asked, brushing his thumb gently across your bottom lip, smudging it slightly.

“It is.” You picked up your lip gloss with a huff. “I still need to put on gloss though, so don’t get too greedy.”

He chuckled, helping you down from the vanity chair with a hand at your waist. “Fine, I’ll behave—for now.”

You adjusted your outfit, running your palms down the soft mesh of your fitted skirt.

The short white base skirt hugged your hips perfectly, layered under the sheer fabric printed with tropical pink flowers. It paired seamlessly with your matching pink bikini top, covered modestly by a fitted white tube also adorned in the same floral pattern.

Gold jewelry kissed your skin—thin bangles, layered necklaces, and hoop earrings catching the fading light.

As Joshua admired you, you beckoned him closer with a finger. He stepped forward obligingly, his white button-up slightly open at the collar and matching white shorts perfectly pressed.

“Hold out your hand,” you instructed softly.

He raised a brow but complied, and you slipped a soft pink hair tie with a delicate bow onto his wrist. Then, you grabbed your nearby cosmetics bag, pulling out your favorite perfume and spritzing it lightly on the hair tie.

“Now you match me.” You smiled smugly, smoothing his shirt collar with your hands. “Just in case any girls out there start getting ideas.”

Joshua’s laughter rumbled low in his chest as he leaned down again, kissing your temple. “You’re cute when you’re possessive.”

“I’m serious, Shua,” you said, puffing your cheeks slightly as you fixed a strand of his hair sticking out. “Girls were taking pictures of you guys earlier in the villa waiting area.”

He only shrugged, slipping his arms lazily around your waist.

“So? You already marked me.” He lifted his wrist, letting the pink bow catch the light before brushing his nose against yours.

Before you could retort, the bathroom door creaked open. Dokyeom stepped out, his slightly damp hair pushed back with his fingers, the ends still glistening faintly.

He wore a plain white t-shirt tucked into white shorts, looking effortlessly clean yet devastatingly handsome.

Your eyes flicked briefly to the pink baseball cap sitting on the bed—it matched your outfit perfectly, and you had a sneaking suspicion he chose it on purpose.

“Occupational hazard, baby,” Dokyeom said lightly as he walked closer, clearly having caught the end of your little conversation.

“We’re idols. People take pictures—it comes with the territory.”

You let out a resigned sigh, fixing him with a half-pout. “I know… but still.”

He reached you in two easy strides, his hand sliding gently to your jaw as he leaned down to press a feather-light kiss to your cheek.

His fingers lingered there for a second longer than necessary as he added, voice low and teasing, “But everyone knows we’re smitten by you, angel. Don’t they?”

Your lips curled into a soft smile as you looked between your two boyfriends, their gazes warm and fond. “Hopelessly smitten,” you teased.

And then, with that dangerous glint in your eye, you turned back to the mirror to apply your lip gloss, dragging the wand slowly across your bottom lip as if you were trying to kill them with anticipation.

“Speaking of smitten—whose fault was it that our date got leaked three years ago because someone posted it on their public Instagram account?”

Dokyeom groaned dramatically, running a towel through his hair one last time before tossing it lazily onto the bed.

“Oh, come on, angel.” He grabbed the pink cap from the bed and adjusted it snugly on his still-damp hair.

“The fans loved you more than they loved us. I swear half of them only stayed for my updates because they were hoping for glimpses of you.”

Joshua chuckled, already scrolling on his phone as he leaned against the nightstand. “He’s not wrong.”

He turned the screen toward you, showing his lock screen wallpaper—an accidental mirror selfie he’d taken of you once when you were fixing your hair, sunlight painting you in gold.

“Remember the one time Carats noticed my wallpaper and started spamming ‘How did they pull (Y/N)?’ under my posts?”

Your cheeks warmed slightly, but you smirked, dropping the lip gloss into your handbag. “Mm, I think the real question is how I let two chaotic men trick me into this.”

Joshua snorted as he reached for your handbag, effortlessly slipping it over his shoulder alongside your small pink camera already strapped around his wrist.

He glanced at you knowingly. “Tricked? You’re wearing our matching bracelets like a proud little trophy wife, baby. Don’t even start.”

You raised your right hand, letting the thin, gold chain bracelet catch the fading sunlight as it glinted. “Of course. Yours,” you said, wiggling your fingers.

Dokyeom tilted his head as he adjusted the cap’s brim and stepped closer, his deep brown eyes glittering playfully. “And mine?”

You raised your left hand this time, flashing the identical bracelet. Dokyeom’s grin widened as he crouched down in front of you, effortlessly balancing on one knee. “Good girl.”

Your heart fluttered when his large, warm hands carefully strapped your white sandals in place. When he finished, he leaned in to press a sweet kiss against your knee before standing again.

“Thank you, Kyeom,” you murmured with a smile, brushing his jaw with your fingers as a reward.

“Anything for our girl.”

Joshua, already holding your hand with his fingers intertwined with yours, leaned in and murmured, “And Kyeom said they were all glad we weren’t bitchless anymore.”

You froze mid-step as they guided you toward the door, turning your head slowly to glare playfully at Dokyeom. “Did you just call me a bitch, Lee Seokmin?”

His eyes went wide, and he raised both hands in mock surrender as Joshua tried to hide his laugh behind his free hand. “No! No, angel. That’s literally what they said on Twitter—‘they’re not bitchless anymore’—I’m quoting, I swear!”

Joshua’s laughter finally escaped in a deep, warm sound that made your stomach flip. “Mm, he’s digging himself a hole, isn’t he?”

“You think?” you teased, shaking your head as you let them lead you out of the villa.

Dokyeom pouted, placing a big hand gently on your lower back as Joshua held your hand firmly in his. “You’re cruel, angel. So cruel to your poor boyfriends.”

You only laughed, shaking your head as Joshua easily guided the three of you out of the bustling lobby. The resort’s golden lights faded behind you as the warm evening breeze met your skin.

You caught snippets of whispers and lingering stares from other guests—no surprise, really.

The three of you walking together hand in hand like some untouchable, beautiful beings was bound to turn heads.

Joshua led confidently through the path to the private villa parking lot, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand in lazy circles.

The moment you stepped into the quiet area, your eyes immediately landed on the sleek black Porsche parked neatly near the entrance.

The one that had caused a small argument three days ago.

You sighed loudly, already feeling your blood pressure spike. “I still don’t get it—why did you two have to buy a car? We could’ve just rented one like normal people.”

Joshua let out a soft laugh, releasing your hand only to open the passenger door for you. “Normal people?” he teased, raising an elegant brow as he gestured for you to sit.

“Baby, we are far from normal.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue as you slid into the plush leather seat.

He leaned in, pulling the seatbelt over you and buckling it securely, his hands lingering a little longer than necessary. Then he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

“There,” he murmured warmly. “Perfect.”

You caught sight of his teasing smirk in your peripheral vision as he moved around to climb into the backseat. He sprawled out lazily, his long legs stretched comfortably while Dokyeom settled into the driver’s seat.

As Dokyeom adjusted the seat and mirrors, Joshua reached for the car’s screen, connecting his phone to the Bluetooth with a soft chime. “We have the money to do so, baby,” he said casually, already scrolling through his playlist.

“Besides, we’ll just auction it off when we leave in a few weeks. Maybe sign it. Some Carat will lose their mind.”

You raised a brow at him through the rearview mirror as the car purred to life. “And when we come back?” you asked dryly, already knowing the answer.

Joshua, instead of answering immediately, raised his phone and snapped a photo of you, catching your expression before you could protest.

You turned to glare at him, but he only smiled down at his screen, clearly pleased.

“You look gorgeous, as always,” he said with a small grin. “And when we come back? We’ll just buy a new one. Simple.”

“Exactly,” Dokyeom agreed easily, one hand on the wheel as he eased the Porsche onto the quiet street.

“We’re not renting cars like college students on spring break. Come on, angel.”

You groaned into your palm. “Men. I swear…”

“You love these men,” Dokyeom teased, his voice full of laughter as he glanced at you for a split second.

You sighed, but there was no hiding the small smile tugging at your lips. “Unfortunately, I can’t argue with that.”

Joshua chuckled from the back, his voice dipping lower, almost smug. “That’s right, baby. You’re ours.”

You ignored the little flutter in your stomach as Dokyeom’s hand slipped from the gearshift to your bare thigh, his thumb stroking slow, soothing circles against your skin.

“Take a right here,” you murmured, holding your phone up to show the GPS directions. “We’re actually pretty close. Only five minutes.”

Joshua tilted his head in amusement from the backseat. “Five minutes? That’s practically walking distance.”

You turned your head to glare at him. “Don’t even start. As if you’d walk double that.”

He smirked, resting his cheek against his palm lazily. “You’d ruin your shoes, baby. And you know that.”

Your lips formed a small pout as you looked down at your sandals. “…damn it. You’re right.”

Joshua’s laugh was low and warm, the kind that made your chest ache. “Of course I am.”

Dokyeom only squeezed your thigh gently, flashing you a grin. “We just want our girl comfortable. Let us spoil you a little, angel.”

You exhaled dramatically, trying to suppress the amused smile threatening to bloom. “A little? You two’s definition of ‘a little’ is a black Porsche on an island resort.”

“Exactly.” Joshua’s tone was smug as hell now. “So stop fighting it.”

You sighed dramatically, but the amused smile threatening your lips gave you away as you leaned back in the seat.

Outside the window, the bustling streets of Malé came into view—colorful shops, bright lights, and the golden-orange glow of the Maldivian sunset dancing off the water.

Dokyeom slowed the Porsche down, the car purring softly as he turned into a parking area already lined with luxury vehicles.

He parked neatly into an empty space, fingers drumming the wheel lazily as he cut the engine.

Before you even reached for the passenger door handle, Dokyeom was already out of his seat. “Don’t even try it, angel,” he called teasingly, jogging around the front of the car.

Joshua was right behind him, his long fingers plucking the familiar small white silk shawl from the backseat.

He shot you a knowing smirk through the open door. “What did I say about bringing a jacket?” he teased lightly.

“It ruins the outfit,” you recited flatly, hiding your grin as you allowed Dokyeom to open your door.

“Exactly,” Joshua chuckled.

Dokyeom extended his hand gallantly, and you placed yours in his, stepping gracefully out of the car in your dainty sandals.

The tropical air was warm, but you already felt a chill knowing how most stores loved to crank up their air conditioning.

Joshua seemed to read your mind as he draped the silk shawl over your shoulders, his hands brushing your skin tenderly as he adjusted it. “There. Our princess won’t be catching cold.”

“Thank you, baby,” you murmured, letting him press a soft kiss to your temple.

“Anything for you,” he replied with a wink.

With Dokyeom’s hand warm and steady on the small of your back and Joshua’s fingers intertwining with yours, the three of you made your way into the mall.

Heads turned, as usual, but your boyfriends paid no mind—Joshua casually scrolling through his phone with your pink camera still strapped to his wrist, Dokyeom’s protective stance practically radiating ‘she’s with us.’

“There’s Chanel.” Joshua nodded toward the store with a small smile.

Your eyes lit up instantly, and they both chuckled under their breath. “Of course she noticed,” Dokyeom teased fondly as they gently steered you inside.

A chic shopping assistant greeted the three of you instantly, her professional smile widening at the sight of your group.

“Welcome to Chanel! How can I assist you today?”

You returned her smile sweetly, but before you could say anything, Joshua chimed in smoothly. “Hi. We’re interested in seeing your newest collections for handbags and accessories. Whatever she likes, bring it out.”

Your eyes zeroed in on the pink Métiers d’Art bag displayed elegantly on a nearby shelf, and Joshua’s gaze flicked there instantly, his lips curling knowingly. “Knew she’d love the pink one,” he murmured to Dokyeom.

Dokyeom chuckled, lightly bumping Joshua’s shoulder. “Get the new ones too. She’ll need options.”

Joshua didn’t hesitate. He was already pulling his black card from his wallet with an effortless flick of his wrist, holding it between two fingers like it was nothing.

“Already one step ahead of you,” he said smugly. “Anything her eyes linger on for more than five seconds—we’re taking.”

You gave him an incredulous look, lips parting to protest, but he only shot you that charming smile that melted all your defenses.

“Hi, yes,” Joshua said smoothly to the assistant, “could we also see the pink sunglasses from the window display? And the pink silk scarves, if possible.”

“Of course, sir.” The assistant’s eyes darted from Joshua to Dokyeom and then back to you.

Her expression shifted as recognition sparked. She gasped softly. “Oh my gosh… That’s why you all looked so familiar!”

You laughed, unable to resist teasing as your fingers brushed over the shawl. “Mhm. They’ve got a popular girlfriend, yeah.”

The assistant’s cheeks flushed as she let out a nervous laugh. “Of course! You’re Miss (Y/N). I should’ve realized earlier. Everyone talks about how lucky they are.”

Joshua raised a brow at you, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “What did I say about our fans loving you more than us?”

You shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant as your fingers trailed over a pink quilted wallet. “Can’t help it. I am adorable.”

Dokyeom leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered low enough only for you to hear. “Adorable is putting it lightly, angel. They’re obsessed. Just like us.”

His words still lingered hot against your ear as you pulled back slightly to grin at him. But before you could quip back, the sound of a shutter clicking caught your attention.

You turned your head just in time to catch Joshua lowering his phone slightly, his lips tugging upward in that soft, infuriatingly fond smile of his.

“Shua…” you warned, half amused, half flustered.

“Don’t mind me,” he said lightly, tapping his screen to snap another photo as you animatedly held up the new pink Métiers d’Art bag, practically glowing with excitement.

“You’re glowing. Let me live.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t stop talking, your attention turning back to Dokyeom as you traced the bag’s stitching with careful fingers.

“And the material—it’s lambskin, Kyeom. It’s so soft. It won’t crease easily either, so it’ll last forever.”

Dokyeom, who knew absolutely nothing about bag materials but was trying his best, nodded solemnly like you’d just explained nuclear physics.

“Right. Yeah. Lambskin. That’s… impressive, angel.”

Joshua chuckled quietly at Dokyeom’s attempt to keep up, his thumb swiping up on his screen. Without hesitation, he posted one of the photos to his public Instagram story.

He didn’t care. Not about the company. Not about what anyone had to say. What were they going to do? Fire him? Good luck.

As you continued chatting with the assistant—your voice sweet and animated as you said, “These look really cute! Especially this one. The shape is perfect for casual brunch dates”—Joshua handed his black card over to the assistant casually, his tone lazy but purposeful.

“That’s our future wife,” he said, loud enough for Dokyeom to hear but quiet enough to sound intimate.

There was a flicker of mischief in his eyes as he added, “Throwing a small tantrum every time she sees the new car.”

The assistant bit back a knowing smile as Joshua exhaled dramatically. “Let her get anything. Everything her eyes stay on for more than five seconds—swipe it. All of it.”

“Of course, sir.” The assistant accepted the card smoothly, already used to this level of devotion from rich boyfriends but still mildly flustered at how unapologetically smitten this one was.

Joshua hummed in satisfaction and moved to stand beside Dokyeom, who had his phone out filming you twirling a white Chanel handbag in your hands.

The camera caught you tilting your head, examining the leather closely before you beamed at the assistant and muttered something about the practicality of its size.

“Look at her,” Dokyeom murmured, not even trying to hide his grin as he stopped the video. “She’s gonna make the Chanel Instagram page if we’re not careful.”

“Let them try,” Joshua said, grinning as he leaned slightly against a glass display.

His eyes followed your every move, completely unbothered by the few shoppers glancing curiously in their direction.

Dokyeom tucked his phone into his pocket and glanced sidelong at Joshua. “You wanna stop by Prada after this?”

Joshua’s laugh was low and easy, like he’d been expecting that question. “Absolutely. I need new bags and clothes anyway.”

“Same,” Dokyeom agreed, his eyes drifting back to you just as you reached for a small pink silk scarf. “And (Y/N) needs new shoes.”

Joshua smirked, his gaze softening as he watched you carefully fold the scarf, laughing lightly at something the assistant said.

“She needs the world,” he murmured.

“Guess we’ll start with Chanel and work our way up.” Dokyeom’s grin matched his as the two watched you turned toward them, cheeks flushed from the assistant’s compliments.

You raised a perfectly arched brow at them, lips pursed as your eyes flicked between Joshua and Dokyeom—your silent way of saying ‘I’m still mad about the car.’

Joshua caught the look instantly and tilted his head, smirking like he’d just caught you pouting. “Oh no. Don’t give me that face, baby,” he said smoothly, adjusting the pink hair tie still snug around his wrist.

“We’ve been over this. You’re not winning this argument, and the Porsche isn’t going back.”

Dokyeom, standing with his arms folded across his chest, chuckled under his breath. “Exactly. You’ll forgive us the second we hand you that pink bag and matching sunnies.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, fighting the twitch of a smile threatening to break through. “I swear, the two of you—”

But before you could finish, they both waved their hands in sync as though dismissing your scolding entirely.

“Shhh. Go on, baby. Keep shopping,” Joshua said, his tone playful but commanding as he leaned lazily against the counter. “Your little tantrum isn’t about to stop us from spoiling you.”

Dokyeom grinned, tilting his head at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yeah, angel. Consider the car just our warm-up act. You’ve got two men and unlimited black cards at your disposal—use them.”

You let out an exasperated laugh, throwing your hands up. “You’re insane. Both of you.”

“Mm. And you love us for it,” Joshua teased, pulling his phone back out and subtly snapping another candid of you admiring the pink Métier d’Art bag.

“Damn right,” Dokyeom added with a wink, stepping closer as he glanced at the assistant bringing over more pieces for you to try.

“Now hurry up. Prada’s not going to clear their stock for us.”

You rolled your eyes but turned back to the assistant anyway, your fingers already skimming over the next gorgeous bag she set out. “Fine. But you’re carrying everything.”

“As if we weren’t already planning to,” Joshua shot back, his smile widening as he whispered something under his breath to Dokyeom.

Dokyeom chuckled, watching you practically glow as you admired the display. “She’s really milking this ‘mad at us’ act, huh?”

“Let her,” Joshua murmured, eyes soft as he caught another picture of you, his lock screen already set to a similar shot from earlier. “She deserves it.”

The rooftop was breathtaking—the faint sound of waves crashing below mixing with soft jazz playing over hidden speakers. Warm fairy lights strung above you cast a golden glow on the table, reflecting off the wine glasses and silver cutlery.

The air smelled faintly of salt and jasmine, and the gentle breeze made the flames of the table’s small candles dance.

Shopping bags from Chanel, Prada, and Dior sat in a neat pile under the table, your day’s spoils tucked safely away.

You sat comfortably, legs crossed in your short white skirt—the flowy mesh overlay you’d been wearing earlier now folded neatly in one of the Chanel paper bags piled under the table.

With nothing but the fitted skirt hugging your thighs and the pink bikini top peeking from beneath your cropped tube, you were the picture of effortless allure as you snapped a few selfies, the ocean glittering behind you.

Next to you, Joshua leaned back lazily, his eyes soft and admiring as his phone stayed poised, ready to capture you the second you looked his way.

“Okay, give me one with your hand under your chin,” Joshua instructed, angling his phone as he snapped shot after shot. “Perfect. God, you’re unreal.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway, striking a few poses as requested.

Beside him, Dokyeom was already halfway through a piece of warm bread, absently breaking off a chunk and holding it out for Joshua, who leaned forward slightly to take it with a quiet, “Thanks.”

Just as Joshua was snapping another photo of you, a blur appeared in the frame—Dokyeom, grinning like a menace as he popped his head in and pulled a ridiculous face.

Joshua huffed out a laugh mid-shot while you spun around to glare playfully.

“Yah, Lee Seokmin!” You gasped, trying not to laugh as you caught him sticking his tongue out.

“What?” he said innocently, already leaning back in his chair with that mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Your photos were missing something. I fixed them.”

You let out a laugh anyway, covering your mouth with your hand as Joshua scrolled through the photos with an amused shake of his head.

“Alright, alright,” Joshua sighed, his grin widening as he slid his phone and your pink camera toward Dokyeom. “Since you’re so eager to be involved, why don’t you take some of us?”

“Gladly,” Dokyeom said, licking crumbs from his fingers before taking both devices.

Joshua scooted closer to you on the bench-style seat, his arm sliding smoothly around your shoulders as he pulled you flush against his side.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s give him something worthy of Instagram.”

You smiled for the camera as Dokyeom counted down dramatically. “One… two… three… cheese!”

Joshua’s grip on your shoulder shifted lower, his hand trailing down your arm, then sneakily inching over your chest as his palm brushed against the thin fabric of your top.

Your eyes widened as you sucked in a breath, shooting him a glare mid-pose.

“Joshua Hong,” you hissed, your lips still forced into a smile for Dokyeom’s sake.

“What? I’m just holding my girl.” Joshua’s voice was innocent, but the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him.

You slapped his chest lightly with your free hand, whispering sharply, “Behave. We’re here for dinner.”

But your traitorous mind wasn’t helping. God, why does he always do this?

His hand was still resting lazily on your thigh, fingers drumming lightly like he wasn’t seconds away from pushing them higher under your skirt. He knows exactly what he’s doing too, the smug bastard.

Before you could gather yourself, Dokyeom chuckled from across the table, setting both your pink camera and Joshua’s phone down on the linen. “That’s what she said,” he teased casually, his lips quirking.

Joshua’s laugh came low and dangerous, his hand sliding up to run through his perfectly styled hair as his eyes never left you.

The corners of his lips lifted into that familiar smirk—the one that always meant trouble.

You exhaled slowly through your nose, already feeling warmth pooling in your belly.

But Joshua’s hand squeezed your thigh, and your breath hitched before you could stop it. “Oh, come on, angel,” he murmured, his voice smooth as honey. “Let us have some fun for once.”

You shot him a glare that probably wasn’t as sharp as you hoped, not with your pulse thundering in your ears.

“You had your fun after lunch,” you hissed back, heat climbing your neck as memories of the villa pool flashed uninvited in your mind.

His smirk widened, his eyes flicking briefly to Dokyeom sitting across from you. Like clockwork, the younger mirrored it, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed.

“You sure about that?” Dokyeom asked, his tone low and knowing.

Your head whipped toward him, your mouth parting in shock. “Dokyeom—”

But Joshua leaned in closer, his breath fanning hot across your ear as his lips brushed against your lobe. “We know you want more, greedy girl,” he whispered.

Your thighs clenched instinctively under the table, and you shoved at his chest—not nearly hard enough to move him.

“No, I don’t,” you muttered, but your voice came out too soft, too unconvincing.

Joshua’s brow shot up, his smirk downright sinful now as his hand squeezed your thigh again, this time closer to where you were already pulsing with need.

“Hmm. I don’t believe you,” he murmured.

From the corner of your eye, you caught Dokyeom pushing his chair back and circling the table casually. Your stomach knotted as he stopped beside you, dragging the chair until it was snugly placed on your other side.

“Strange,” Dokyeom said as he sat, one of his big hands settling on your opposite thigh, his thumb stroking over your warm skin.

“You’re being weirdly bratty today, angel.”

“Bratty?” you echoed incredulously, though your voice betrayed you again—higher, breathier than before.

Joshua hummed in amusement, leaning down to graze his teeth gently against your earlobe. Your stomach flipped violently at the sensation.

“You are. Cute… but bratty.” His hand inched even higher under your skirt, fingers dangerously close to your core.

You reached for his wrist, desperate to regain control. “I said behave,” you whispered again, but your voice trembled slightly.

Joshua’s warm chuckle sent shivers down your spine. “I am behaving, baby,” he said, voice thick with amusement. “I don’t know about you though.”

Dokyeom’s hand squeezed your other thigh lightly, his voice a teasing murmur near your shoulder. “Should we take her back to the villa early? Since she’s so… tense?”

Your entire body flushed as you twisted to glare at him. “I swear—”

But Joshua only hummed with mock concern, his fingers brushing the inside of your thigh now. “Relax, angel. Or people will notice how worked up you’re getting.”

You were just about to snap back when a waiter suddenly approached, smiling nervously as he balanced a tray. “Excuse me… is everything complete with your orders?”

Joshua’s hand didn’t budge from your thigh as he looked up, smile polite but sharp. “Yes, thank you.”

The waiter nodded, placing plates of food carefully on the table before setting down a chilled glass of champagne directly in front of you.

Both Joshua and Dokyeom stilled.

Their raised brows mirrored each other as Joshua’s voice dropped in temperature. “What’s this?”

The waiter shifted awkwardly, clearly sensing the tension radiating from the two men seated with you. “Ah—it’s, um—for the madam. Compliments of the gentleman at table four.” He gestured subtly with his chin.

Your eyes instinctively followed, catching sight of a local man seated a few tables down. He raised his glass with a bold, charming grin aimed squarely at you.

Joshua’s throat cleared, the sound low and dangerous. “Is that all?”

The poor waiter flinched slightly, nodding quickly before scurrying off.

Joshua’s jaw ticked as he locked eyes with the man, his expression unreadable—calm, yet cold.

He picked up the champagne glass delicately, swirling it for a moment as though testing the weight before, with an almost cruel sort of elegance, tipping it over and letting the liquid cascade to the floor with a soft splash.

He didn’t look away from the man once.

Dokyeom, equally silent but his smile tight, reached across and slid a fresh glass of wine in front of you. “Here. Drink this instead, angel.”

You blinked between them, heart thudding as Joshua leaned in slightly, his voice velvety but laced with steel. “You’re with us. You don’t need anyone else sending you shit.”

Dokyeom chuckled low, though his hand found your knee under the table, thumb rubbing soothing circles as he added, “I swear… can’t take you anywhere without people trying their luck.”

Your cheeks flamed—not from the champagne incident but from the heat of their attention as the air around your table thickened.

Joshua’s fingers brushed higher again, squeezing lightly as he murmured, “Now, be a good girl and thank your boyfriends for saving you from that creep.”

You swallowed, your voice coming out quieter than intended as you murmured, “Thank you… both of you.”

Dokyeom’s sharp gaze softened slightly as he leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the backrest as he watched you reach for the wine glass he’d slid over earlier.

“You guys know I don’t even like champagne…” you mumbled with a little pout, swirling the red liquid before bringing it to your lips.

“You’re right.” Dokyeom’s voice was low, almost playful, but there was an edge in it. “Champagne’s too bitter for someone as sweet as you.”

Joshua hummed in agreement, his expression unreadable now as he took the serving spoon and began placing portions of food on your plate—grilled lobster, fresh greens, roasted vegetables—doing it with such quiet precision it sent a shiver down your spine.

“You deserve better than whatever cheap glass he thought he could win you with,” Joshua said smoothly, but his eyes had already drifted past you, catching sight of the man again.

The silence at the table grew heavy.

You shifted slightly in your chair, pulling your skirt lower on your thighs as the weight of Joshua’s palm lingered possessively.

His gaze didn’t waver—burning into the stranger across the room with an intensity that made your stomach knot.

The man, still attempting a smug smirk, faltered under Joshua’s cold stare. His shoulders stiffened, his eyes dropping as he quickly turned away to focus on his own meal, clearly rattled.

Only then did Joshua’s sharp glare break, his lips twitching with the faintest smirk as he finally looked back at you.

“Pathetic,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

Your breath hitched.

The word dripped with quiet venom, but it wasn’t just the coldness in his tone that had your stomach fluttering—it was the way his hand slid slightly higher on your bare thigh under the tablecloth, his thumb brushing lazy, teasing circles against the sensitive skin.

You gripped the stem of your wine glass a little tighter, taking another sip in a desperate attempt to calm the heat rising to your face.

Dokyeom’s hand joined again soon after, resting just above your knee on the other thigh, his fingers drumming softly before stroking upward. His touch was slower, gentler, but no less possessive.

“Relax, angel,” Dokyeom murmured, his tone casual enough to pass for normal conversation as he tore off another piece of bread. “You’re so tense.”

Your throat felt dry as your eyes darted between them, your voice barely above a whisper. “You two are unbelievable…”

Joshua chuckled lowly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

“Unbelievable?” His fingers traced idle patterns higher on your inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your skirt.

“No, baby. We’re just making sure you remember who you belong to.”

You swallowed hard, the flush on your cheeks deepening as you focused on the food in front of you, though the flavors had dulled under the weight of their attention.

“Such a good girl,” Dokyeom whispered, his fingers giving your thigh a light squeeze.

“You know we’d never let anyone else have you, right?”

You nodded mutely, and Joshua smirked, leaning just slightly closer, his breath tickling your ear as he murmured, “Good. Because after dinner, we’re going to remind you all over again.”

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Author….i crave more evil angst yandere two tits……

Shrivels up and dies

Yan!Twotime x reader drabble

RIPS MY HAIR OUT AND SCREAMS

A few warnings here, obviously, as always :broken_heart:

dddne, yandere but not romanticized, Twotime thinks you're the spawn deity, gore, blood, depicted mental health issues, two time crashes out

It was around 2 minutes into the round- 1x1x1x1 sending those damn poisonous blades everywhere, you were wounded- hell, you were sure you would drop dead and respawn in the lobby any minute now. Your breathing was irregular and heavy to the point it felt like Shedletsky's little creation over here was waltzing with your lungs.

Sneaking up around the corner, you let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding. You hear Guest's yells and Elliots panicked cries for help as 1x1x1x1 is obviously doing anything to get rid of the pest undoing all his hard work and damage on the other survivors. 007n7 was doing generators- Shedletsky was awkwardly eating chicken around the other corner whereas you two actually made eye contact, a little habit you and him had developed, a little nod and a smile as you had slipped around the corner earlier.

Everything was- oddly normal? It was like any other day which says a lot considering you were in purgatory hell with myths and occasionally a red 10 year old trying to rid you of your life every day.

''My lord!''

you swear you lost the last bit of hp you had, choking on your breath you look to the side to see the cultist that had been following you around for a week now... Sure you had seen them awkwardly looking at you from afar- and everyone else also acknowledged that they were obviously a little insane in the membrane. You had previously talked with Elliot about how he had witnessed them whispering and occasionally giggling to themselves in the dark corner of the lobby- it was obvious that it would be good to avoid them...

That's what you thought at least- until they had started following you around, going on about you being some ''New dawn to all of Robloxia.''

There they were, looking at you with that stupid grin, their eyelid twitching; but if you look closely so was the rest of their body. It was.. A rather weird sight to behold- they looked like they were about to wretch on you any second, you saw the sweat drops on their forehead, their rabid breathing-... Yep- it was definitely Two time..

Of course it had to be them.. Things were going way too easily, now you had to deal with this...

''I-I ... Haah..~ I saw you.. t-talking to another mortal.. B-better yet an outsider.. n-n.. Ngh..''

You raised a brow..; You hadn't talked to anyone this round? You saw as they muttered to themselves, interrupting their sentence as they chewed on the last bits of flesh that accompanied their thin fingertips... The calloused hands that held their dagger on the daily.

They acted rather pathetic really. Their odd, constant stuttering just a highlight of how deep their mental state had gotten.

''N--Not one of us... Not one of your followers.. I- I don't understand I- Ha-...aah....''

Just as you were about to question their odd rambling about a topic you didn't even understand- they lunged at you, the grass of the map caressing your back as their body violently twitched, their neck spasming as their body repulsed at the familiar position they had once slaughtered their beloved with. The dagger pressed against your esophagus was almost more comforting than facing this...

''I've done everything right! S-So why?! Why won't you look at me my lord!? S-SEE?!-''

Before you could mutter out even a sound, they lifted their shirt revealing countless carved symbols of the spawn, the thing they called ''your mortal name'' carved right below each symbol.

''This is the most attention you've paid to me by far.. Look at me more o'almighty spawn!''

You squirmed- clearly freaked out by this horrifying sight... You thought abou-

''Is it because he's one of the admins?.. H-haha- I can be better! I swear!''

Oh.

Oh...

It was about the thing with Shedletsky.

Now you were the one that felt like puking- They had been watching you all along. Every single move, to even pick up on a simple smile and a nod you had given Shedletsky. You didn't even feel any romantic feelings towards him, but even if you did it wouldn't really matter considering you ESPECIALLY didn't like Two Time either.

''Two Time I..''

''I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation- it's not like tha-''

Like usual, they didn't listen at all but this time they smashed their lips onto yours, they obviously didn't know HOW to kiss, their teeth rubbing against your bottom lip, occasionally biting harshly as they giggled like a fucking maniac. Their breathing harsh and fast, as was their heart. Their hands roaming all over your body as you froze, you didn't know what to do, you felt.. Cold. So scared to do anything as you felt the tip of their dagger poke against your waist.

It all felt so hollow- so horrifying, you could swear that for a second you felt relief... But you knew it was the warm blood streaming down your abdomen. Even that was more comforting and loving than their brutal grip on you.

''I-It'll only hurt for a second, O'almighty spawn.. When you're on my level we can be happy.. And no one else can look at you again...''

Again and again and again. The dagger penetrated your insides, your liver was on fire, your lungs deflating, your heart leaking blood into your muscle tissue and soon enough your myoglobin leaked into the same blood that filled the inside of your torso. Your screams fueling their kisses muffling them out as they giggled.

The life that you thought you just got used to was slipping from your fingers. This wasn't the same deaths you were used to everyday- your health bar wasn't depleting, you had no sign of respawning... you close your eyes for a second. That's what you promised, just a second. But the embrace of freedom felt like a decade. His maniacal giggles slowly fading away as your sense shut down.

Maybe this is true mercy.

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Electric Lullaby

Reader x Moon.exe

Commission Info

The darling @catbeastaisha was so kind to let me dive into my Run Moonware AU with Moon.exe! You're the secretary of Edwin Murray, and really, the last employee of the Costume Manor. After an especially rough night, the program that has taken over your computer sees your sleep-depraved state and must simply do something about it.

———

Walking into Murray’s Costume Manor takes all of the strength left in your body. Last night was a horror, both in your dreams and due to the fact that you did not sleep a wink.

You stop at the restroom to quickly splash your face with cold water, but it comes out luke-warm and has a slightly sour scent, and ultimately, you leave without anything to refresh yourself with. The energy drink you carry in your hand is at least ice-cold and waiting for you to guzzle it down. You didn’t even bother with breakfast in your rush out the door this morning. Funny how you had all the time, lying awake, and you still nearly end up getting to work late.

Clutching the cold drink until the frigid edge bites into your palm, you step into the security office.

The computer whirls to life, the screen humming as it flickers on. The green glow causes your eyes to squint. It’s going to be a long day.

“Hey, Moon,” you mumble your morning greeting before plopping yourself down in the stiff, hard seat. You groan as you roll your shoulders and crank your neck side to side in some semblance of bracing to dig through more documents today. 

Inhaling deeply, you squeeze your eyes shut and press your fingers into a steeple along your skull. 

Just get through today. Do your work, clock out, and go home. That’s all you have to do. You can manage through the pressure building behind your eyeballs and the looming throb of a headache making its way to your temple.

With your pep talk out of the way, you straighten.

The computer sits at its default page, but in the corner, the pixelated figure of The Moon stares at you. His one eye is unblinking. His pose is the same, unmoving position he often keeps, but now it feels deliberate, focused. A small sound emits from the computer, a robotic decibel that makes you think of a person humming—if the noise went through a program and back out.

You reach for the mouse. A darkness flashes on the monitor before the screen is taken up by The Moon on full display, and his text box below him.

“Moon, I gotta get to work,” you exasperate. 

Usually, The Moon’s antics would brighten a boring workload, but you find yourself with a short rope of patience today. You dig the heel of one hand into your eye socket before blinking away the stars that emerge from the pressure. Nope. The foggy mess in your head is still there.

Focusing your eyes takes a moment, but when the screen comes into view, there’s text waiting for you.

You’re sleepy…

You stare, and feel the ache of blood-shot eyes.

“I’m just peachy.” You tap on the mouse once, a sharp click echoing. “Let me get to work.”

The screen remains unmoving. The sprite seems to tilt his head slightly, and the one eye narrows incredulously.

You need a nap.

No, you can’t do this. You don’t have time to argue! If you don’t get yourself into gear, you’re going to be worthless all day long. The last thing you need is Edwin to surprise check your work and see that you have nothing to show for this shift, and then accuse you of trying to ruin him or something of the sort.

You’re not sure what kind of program The Moon is exactly, but he almost seems to balk in his green and black coding when you reach for your energy drink. You pop it open with a loud crack then proceed to drain a huge gulp down. The bubbling bites along your tongue. Your whole system shudders underneath the acidic surge entering your stomach. There, that’ll give you a few hours before you crash. 

Setting the can down, you find The Moon staring at you incredulously.

“I don’t need nap time—I’m not a child.” You quickly cover your mouth with a hand to make the tangy burp a little more polite. “Come on, Moon, move. Let me open up some files.”

The whole screen wavers before text jumps up in almost erratic typing.

Naughty, naughty!

You throw your hands up in exasperation. “I need it! Edwin would fire me on the spot if he walked in on me sleeping on the job.”

The pixelated Moon stops the erratic waves, and almost in a quiet, delicate hum of the machine, sends a new line of text.

I will wake you before he finds you.

You blink slowly at the words, wondering if it’s an insomnia-induced hallucination. Does he mean that? It’s not a trick, is it? Maybe the program would love to get you fired so he can go back to… whatever he was doing before you downloaded him onto the computer. 

You slowly shake your head.

“I’m sorry, Moon. I have to get something done today.”

The program continues to hold your work computer hostage, but his expression glitches for a moment. You wait with baited breath.

If you take a nap at noon, I will let you work.

At noon? You glance at your energy drink and back to the face seemingly peering through the glass directly at you. Maybe he is. You don’t want to ask.

A tired sigh works through your chest and shoulders. Pressing a hand to your face, you gulp down a deep breath before nodding and giving in.

“Fine. I’ll take a nap at noon.” You turn a scrutinizing look upon the monitor. “And you will wake me so I don’t sleep through the rest of my shift?”

You can trust me…

The ellipsis does not inspire confidence, but the flashing grin that The Moon gives tells you it’s another coy joke to make you squirm. He likes finding your buttons to press. More often than not, you return the favor. 

Not this time, however, as the screen finally gives way to the desktop and The Moon’s sprite hangs quietly in the corner, flashing you one more grin before disappearing entirely. 

A strange gift. He rarely leaves you be. 

Taking the opportunity for what it is, you gulp down more of the energy drink and throw yourself to the tasks at hand. The morning passes by in a blurr. You hardly give yourself a moment to register the growing pulse of pain in your head nor the blurriness of your vision while staring at the screen for hours. 

You just finish typing up another report on a round of documents—no sign of foul play—when exactly at the mark of 12:00, the computer screen is once more consumed by the pixelated version of The Moon.

Nap time.

With no strength nor caffeine left within you, there is little you can do but say, “Okay.”

You’re not quite sure how to do this. You push your chair back slightly as you gaze around the security office space. It’s seen better days. Dust collects on a small table shoved against the side wall and the floor hasn’t been vacuumed, littered with bits and crumbs, as well as various papers that should have been filed away.

You glance back to the screen. “I’ll just, uh, take that nap then.”

The face of the crescent moon watches you silently as you roll the chair back towards the door. Underneath the computer desk, there’s shadows and a dust-mote smell, but you find your jacket, and stuff it underneath your head in a makeshift pillow.

You tilt your head just enough to see the screen at a sharp angle, but enough to feel as if the program still has eyes on you.

The text box narrowly delivers a new message.

Why didn’t you sleep last night?

You look away. It sounds stupid now, when it’s daylight and you’re not half-crazed from your failed attempts to get your rest. 

“It was nothing,” you say quietly. The zipper of your jacket presses into your skull, and you shift to get it out of the way. 

When you return your gaze to the screen, you scoff.

Liar.

You try to conjure up a comeback, something that will sizzle upon delivery, but your tongue is wrapped up and your head is filled with cotton and painful throbs. 

“It’s stupid,” you rephrase. “It was just nightmares.”

You stare anywhere but at the computer. Softer still, you breathe out. Your heart is heavy in your chest.

“It’s those stupid costumes. I hate them,” you bare your teeth. “They look horrendous and they chase me in my dreams. They always find me. I try to hide, and sometimes, I’m running towards the security office and every time I try to open the door, it locks, and I’m crying and then they get me.”

You omit that you’re crying for The Moon in those nightmares.

“I woke up. I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

You sigh. 

“Stupid, right?”

The silence lays heavy. You don’t bother looking up at the monitor. You don’t want to see how he’s making fun of you for acting like a child—even worse than a child, being afraid of costumes built to entertain children. 

You curl up tightly, and let your heavy head rest. Your eyelids immediately slide closed. In the dusty air and the press of your pulse against your temple, you hear a soft, robotic droning, playing a few notes. Like a hum.

You drift to sleep with the electronic lullaby.

[rkive-joonie]

"Beg for it," | KTH (m) | one-shot

Boyfriend and girlfriend AU |

Taehyung x Y/N |

warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), making out, hickies/marking,penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, missionary position, fingering, rough and slow paced sex, emotional sex,

Taehyung's grip on your waist tightens possessively as he pulls you flush against him, his lips crashing onto yours in a searing kiss. He devours your mouth hungrily, his tongue delving deep to claim you. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

"Fuck, you look so gorgeous in that dress," he rasps, his eyes dark with desire. "I can't keep my hands off you. Every guy in here wants you, but you're mine. Only mine."

His hand slides down to squeeze your ass, making you gasp. He smirks wickedly. "Let's get out of here before I bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone."

Taehyung leads you out of the restaurant, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. As soon as you're outside, he presses you against the wall, his body pinning yours. His hands roam your curves greedily, squeezing your breasts and hips.

"Taehyung..." you gasp, arching into his touch. "Someone might see us."

"That's the point," he growls, hiking up your dress. "I want everyone to know you're mine." He tears your panties off and shoves a finger inside you, pumping it roughly. "So fucking wet for me already. You love showing off your body, don't you?"

Taehyung's finger pumps in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit. "You're soaking wet, baby. You're loving this, aren't you? Getting fingered in public where anyone could walk by and see."

He adds a second finger, stretching you open. "Tell me how much you love it. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," you moan, grinding against his hand shamelessly. "Only yours, Taehyung. Oh god, don't stop!"

He curls his fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot. "Louder," he demands. "I want the whole world to hear you screaming my name."

"Only yours, Taehyung!" you cry out, your voice echoing through the alleyway. "I'm yours, all yours!"

Taehyung pumps his fingers faster, fucking you hard with his hand. "That's right, baby. Say my name. Let everyone know who this pretty pussy belongs to."

He leans in and bites your neck possessively, sucking hard to leave a mark. His other hand grabs your breast, squeezing it roughly through your dress. "You're so perfect, Y/N. So fucking perfect."

He suddenly withdraws his fingers and spins you around, bending you over. He flips your dress up, exposing your bare ass to the cool night air. "Keep your legs spread," he orders, unbuckling his belt. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, everyone's going to hear you scream."

You hear the sound of his zipper lowering, then the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance. "Beg for it," he demands, teasing your hole with the tip.

"Please, Taehyung," you whimper, pushing your hips back against him desperately. "I need you inside me. Fuck me, please!"

Without warning, he slams into you, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. You scream in pleasure, your nails scratching against the brick wall. He starts pounding into you mercilessly, his hips smacking against your ass with every thrust.

"Yes, fuck yes!" you cry out, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Harder, Taehyung! Fuck me harder!"

He grips your hips bruisingly tight, slamming into you with all his strength. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your moans echo through the alleyway. He leans over you, biting your shoulder and neck as he fucks you ruthlessly.

"You're so tight," he grunts, his voice strained. "Your pussy is gripping me so fucking hard. You love getting fucked in public, don't you? You're a little slut for my cock."

"Yes!" you scream, your body trembling with pleasure. "I'm your slut, Taehyung! Only yours!"

Taehyung's thrusts become even more frenzied, his hips moving like a piston as he pounds into you. The pleasure is overwhelming, your body shaking with the intensity of it.

"Fuck, I'm close," he pants, his fingers digging into your hips. "Come with me, Y/N. Squeeze my cock with that tight little pussy."

His hand snakes around to rub your clit, and that's all it takes to push you over the edge. You scream his name as your orgasm crashes through you, your pussy convulsing around his cock.

"Shit, yes!" Taehyung roars, burying himself deep as he comes. You feel his hot seed flooding your insides, marking you as his.

He stays inside you for a moment, catching his breath.

Finally pulling out, Taehyung turns you around and captures your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his passion and possession into it. When he breaks away, he rests his forehead against yours, his eyes blazing with love and desire.

"Mine," he whispers fiercely, tracing your swollen lips with his thumb. "You're all mine, Y/N. I'll never let anyone else have you."

He helps you fix your dress and smooths your hair, then pulls you into his arms, holding you close. "I'm sorry if I scared you earlier," he murmurs, kissing your temple. "Seeing you in that dress, with all those guys looking at you... it drove me crazy.

"I couldn't help myself," Taehyung continues, his voice soft and apologetic. "I just needed to claim you, to make sure everyone knew you belong to me. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, Y/N. I can't bear the thought of anyone else even looking at you the wrong way."

He tilts your chin up, his eyes searching yours intensely. "Do you understand why I acted that way? Why I needed to mark you as mine?"

His thumb caresses your cheek gently, a stark contrast to the roughness of his earlier actions. "I love you more than anything, Y/N. More than life itself. The thought of losing you, of someone else taking you from me...

[tsuemi]

If Things Were Different

tw: teenage pregnancy (?) pure angst

you didn’t mean for things to end this way. you really didn’t.

but when the second pink line appeared on the test in the quiet, suffocating bathroom of your childhood home, the world stopped — and then came crashing down like shattered glass.

you sat there on the cold tiles, knees pulled to your chest, phone clutched in your hand like a lifeline. the silence felt cruel. even the distant hum of your parents arguing downstairs couldn’t fill the void inside you. all you could hear was the pounding of your heart… and tooru’s voice in your head.

“nothing will ever change, i swear. i’ll be thousands of miles away, but i’ll still be yours. every single day.”

he’d kissed you after he said that. it was the night before his flight to argentina — the last night you’d spent together. he smiled like he believed it, like he had the world in his hands. you didn’t have the heart to tell him you were already terrified things would change.

but this?

you hadn’t imagined this.

you didn’t call him right away. you couldn’t.

your parents were livid. your father yelled until his voice cracked. your mother sat with her face in her hands, whispering words like "reckless" and "disappointment" over and over until they echoed in your skull. you barely heard them, not really. it was like you were underwater. your thoughts were screaming, but no one else could hear them.

tooru was the only person you wanted to run to.

but he had just arrived in argentina. he was probably training. he was finally living his dream — climbing toward that goal he’d whispered so many times under his breath: “i’m going to be the strongest.”

how could you tell him now?

still, your fingers moved before your mind could stop them.

you dialed.

“y/n?” his voice picked up after the third ring. it was soft with surprise, tinted with the exhaustion of jet lag, but there was joy there too. “what’s wrong? it’s—what time is it there? are you okay?”

you pressed the back of your hand to your mouth to hold in the sound. tears slipped hot and heavy down your cheeks. you didn’t want to cry. not now. not with him on the other end of the line. “i’m okay,” you lied, voice thin and trembling. “i just… missed you.”

a pause. “baby…”

“i just needed to hear your voice.” you forced a smile he couldn’t see. “tell me how your day was.”

“i—” he hesitated, and you knew he could hear something in your voice. something wrong. he was always good at that. “my day was fine. coach said i’m improving fast. the team’s… well, they’re different. spanish is hard.”

you laughed quietly, the sound broken. “you’ll pick it up fast. you always do.”

“tooru…” your voice cracked. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” he said instantly, without hesitation. “what’s going on, baby?”

you wanted to tell him. god, you wanted to tell him everything. that you were scared. that your parents looked at you like you were already ruined. that your future had blurred into something terrifying and unknown.

that there was a life growing inside you — his child. a tiny heartbeat that had no idea the world was already this heavy.

but you couldn’t.

you wouldn’t be the thing that made him give up his dream.

so you said nothing else. you ended the call. and the next morning, with a shaking hand and eyes swollen from crying, you blocked his number.

days passed.

weeks.

until it was already two months since you last spoken to the love of your life.

you checked his social media sometimes — never commenting, never liking, just watching from a distance. he posted photos with his team. videos of games. he looked tired, but proud. alive in a way you hadn’t seen in a long time.

you cried yourself to sleep most nights. your body changed slowly, and every little shift reminded you he wasn’t there. that he didn’t know. that you made that choice.

you tried to justify it.

he would’ve dropped everything. he would’ve flown back, given it all up. he would’ve blamed himself. because that’s who he is — oikawa tooru, the boy who smiled even when he was breaking. the boy who carried the weight of every loss like it was carved into his spine.

you couldn’t do that to him.

you couldn’t ruin him.

so you pretended you were fine. you walked around with a ghost in your chest and pretended it didn’t ache. you didn’t answer his emails. you never opened his dms.

but you missed him.

you missed his stupid little hair routine. the way he’d dramatically say, “don’t fall in love with me too hard, okay?” even though you already had. the way he’d pull you into his chest when he was exhausted and whisper that you were his home.

you weren’t his home anymore.

and he wasn’t yours.

there were moments — sharp, unbearable ones — where you almost called. when the morning sickness got bad. when your doctor first played the sound of a heartbeat. when you held the first ultrasound in your hands and felt your soul break into a thousand splinters.

you wanted him there.

you wanted him to say, “it’s going to be okay, y/n.” but you already knew what he would do. and it wasn’t fair. not to him.

you chose to bear it alone.

you told yourself it was strength.

but it felt like drowning.

somewhere in argentina, tooru still whispers your name in his sleep.

he checks his phone more than he should. wonders what he did wrong. if you got tired of waiting. if maybe you found someone better. if maybe you stopped loving him before he even boarded the plane.

he tells himself to move on.

he tells himself it’s just the cost of greatness.

but he still dreams of you.

and he still wonders why the girl who said she loved him... never said goodbye.

lmk if u need p2 ! :)

[sylusnsakuras]

Witch reader x dragon sylus

A little sylus thought i conjured up at 1am Dragon sylus has infested my brain and i always eat up the witch trope, first time posting kinda nervous

Herbs wafted through the air, aromas of decadent spices and florals encapsulated the dimly-lit room. Rain gently pitter-pattered outside the small house. A sigh escaped your lips as you contently watched the ingredients in the broth spiral in the pot. Your eyes flickered once to the manual and a satisfied hum escaped your lips-

CRASH-

Your eyes widened and your heart thundered wildly in your chest. Reaching for your stone amulet and haphazardly placing in around your neck you rushed to the front door, footsteps coming to halt as you creaked the wooden door open. Craning your neck, you peered outside. You took a sharp intake of breath while you stood, transfixed and rooted to the ground.

A dragon. Wait no- A man- Wait, a man dragon? A dragon man?

A hunched figure, black wings cascading like a blanket against his pale skin. In the middle of your beloved herb patch you've been cultivating for the past month. The red veins that travelled along the expanse of his chest. His chest rising erratically while his snowy eyebrows were furrowed in a grimace. A groan escaped from his lips, low and brooding.

Suddenly gaining awareness, you rush over and peer over his body.

'Sir- uh..Mister Dragon? Are you alright?'

Slowly, your eyes met with the most richest red you've ever seen. Even your enchanted carnations couldn't match these carnine beauties. His pointed glare sent shivers down your spine as the intensity struck you like lightning.

'Oh no, I'm doing perfectly at the moment.'

The creature sits up slowly, clutching his bicep with his clawed talons, face scrunched and jaw clenched. Your eyebrows raise in annoyance. This beast had crashed and trampled over your herb patch- which you still hadn't fully processed- and proceeds to give you attitude. Your eyes rake over his bloodied appearance and you jut your chin out.

'Glad to hear that. Mind the plants next time you land oh-so gracefully'

He scoffs and glances behind you at your cottage, head tilting comically like a cat.

'You wouldn't had happen to have anything useful in that... nook of yours?' He raises his eyebrows, clearly unimpressed at your cottage. You sigh and grimace; you've set up a nice, peaceful life for yourself, not to have it insulted by some man-creature thing-

'Well? Is your head working? I'm starting to think you're more prone to crashes than I am'

'You!- I-' You huff in annoyance as you straighten up and dust off your skirts. You march into your cottage and grab an array of medicinal herbs, potions and bandages from your wonky shelf and stuff them into a wove basket. Your boots crunch against the dry grass as you kneel in front of him. You mutter under your breath about ungrateful and unprecedented visitors and general hosts, failing to see how the man's eyes seem to be fixated on your task of mixing remedies. His ruby red eyes bore into your face, the soft curve of your nose, the apple of your cheeks and your pout. You looked so soft, so unlike him that he couldn't help but smile a little.

For a brief moment, your eyes flicker to his while you were hunched over the liquids. You lick your lips and swallow ( so hard that you're certain he must have heard it). Mirth swirls in his eyes as he rests his head on his elbow.

'T-This might sting a little but it'll remove the germs, okay?' Your hands move up to show him the drenched dressing as he hums. You reach out to place it on his wound while he grinds his canines in discomfort.

'Not too much longer...' You carefully pour another concoction and the pain instantly subsides into a dull heaviness across his bicep. You smile to yourself as the remedy seemed to be successful. Humming to yourself, you absentmindedly, reach out to loosen the pink plaid bandana on your head and wrap it around his arm, it barely fits without becoming too tight. You scooch away with a gentle pat on your arm as you raise your head to his. But you find him gently smiling at the piece of cloth.

A week has passed since the stranger had crashed into your garden. The exchange had been brief but the mystery man had been on your mind. Particularly his features. Hybrid creatures were not common in this forest, especially such draconic looking ones.

You allowed the thought to dwell in your head as you grinded the petals in the bowl. A gust of wind shook your wind chimes outside your window, peering over to see them still moving, the delicate notes being carried by the wind. You stand up, wind had not been forecasted today you pondered, and open the door. You look down to see a great stack of red and pink camellias at your doorstep and reaching across the path, the roots cut off. Your head scanned left and right, but no person was to be found. How long must have this taken? The flowers almost swallowed your front garden. Your eyebrows furrowed as you began to place them into the basket next to you. Who, or what did this?

It seems the flowers were not a single occurrence but would span over the next week, a multitude of species and colours always graced your doorstep each morning. You smiled and wordlessly plucked them off the ground. Unaware that the sway of your skirts was being watched by gleaming red eyes. Until suddenly one morning your plaid bandana was folded amongst the red roses. And looking ahead into the forest, you met the same crimson irises you had seen not too long ago.

[arixella]

Could I get some rough jealous!luffy x fem!reader smut? Preferably with the person he's getting jealous of being an old friend of the reader who she knew before meeting luffy and they try to hit on her? ALSO your luffy fics are so delicious I love them so muchhh <3

Mine

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x female! reader

a/n: none

summary: After an old friend tries to hit on you, Luffy’s jealousy boils over into a rough, possessive night where he reminds you exactly who you belong to.

wc: 1.2k

contains: 18+ nsfw, smut, jealous! luffy, rough sex, possessiveness, past friendship, mild angst, (F/n) means 'friends name'

The bar buzzed with noise, laughter, and the low hum of conversation as the crew celebrated a successful haul. You had just turned back from the counter, drink in hand, when a familiar voice cut through the din.

“Well, well,” the voice drawled, cocky and too confident. “Didn’t think I’d see you again in this lifetime.”

You blinked — and then recognition slammed into you.

“(F/n)?” you said, stunned. “You’re still alive?”

“Barely.” He grinned, leaning closer. “But you? Damn. You’ve changed. In all the right ways.”

You laughed, caught off guard. He was an old friend — someone you'd run jobs with before your life with the Straw Hats. You hadn’t seen him in years. There had been tension back then, sure, but nothing ever came of it. He’d wanted more; you hadn’t.

And now, he was looking at you like he still did.

“So what’s a girl like you doing with a bunch of pirates?” he asked, eyeing you up and down. “You tied down? Or still free to play?”

The answer was obvious — the possessive presence behind you said it all.

Luffy.

He came up silent, but you felt him before you saw him. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you tight against him. His other hand casually stole your drink and took a sip without breaking eye contact with Dante.

“She’s not free,” Luffy said flatly, his voice low and sharp — a tone that made your spine straighten.

(F/n) raised his hands in mock surrender, smirking. “Didn’t know she had a leash. My bad.”

Luffy didn’t even blink. “She’s not a pet. But if she were… she’d still bite.”

You pressed your hand against Luffy’s chest, trying to defuse the tension. “It’s fine. We were just catching up.”

His jaw flexed.

“Yeah,” (F/n) said with a lazy grin. “And I was just wondering if she still makes that little noise when—”

You didn’t hear the rest. Luffy had moved — fast. (F/n) was pinned to the wall in a blink, fist clenched in his shirt, eyes glowing with rage.

“She doesn’t make any noise for you,” Luffy snarled.

Zoro pulled him off before it got bloody, but the damage was done.

You didn’t say a word on the walk back to the ship. Luffy didn’t either — but his silence said everything. His hand was still tight around yours, grip firm, possessive.

-

As soon as the door to his cabin shut, you turned.

“Luffy—”

“Do you still think about him?” he asked, voice rough. “Before you met me?”

Your eyes widened. “What? No. Luffy—he was nothing. I told you—”

“But he touched you. He looked at you like he owned you.”

You stepped forward. “He doesn’t. You do.”

Something in him snapped.

His mouth crashed into yours, hot and unforgiving. He grabbed you roughly, lifting you up and throwing you onto the bed, his body already between your legs, grinding hard against your center.

“Say it again,” he growled, lips dragging down your neck. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped.

His hands yanked your shirt over your head, fingers fumbling with your bra before ripping it clean off. “No one gets to look at you like that. No one touches what’s mine.”

He bit your shoulder — hard. You moaned, arching up into him.

His hands were everywhere — greedy, rough, desperate to mark you. Pants off in seconds. His, too. He didn’t waste time. No teasing. No questions.

Just him, slamming into you with a deep, furious thrust.

You cried out, clutching at his shoulders as he set a brutal pace. “Luffy—god—”

“That’s right,” he growled into your ear, breath hot. “Say it loud. Let them hear who you belong to.”

His hips pounded into yours, every thrust rougher than the last, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you’d bruise.

You were soaked — the combination of anger and desire rolling off him in waves. It consumed you, made you tremble under his touch.

“I’ll fuck his name out of your memory,” he said through gritted teeth. “You won’t remember anyone but me.”

“I don’t want anyone but you,” you whimpered.

That broke something in him. His lips crashed into yours again — this time less rage, more desperation. His pace didn’t slow, but his grip changed — rough becoming tight, steady. Grounding.

“I love you,” he whispered into your neck, voice breaking. “Don’t let anyone take you from me.”

“You already have me,” you gasped, legs shaking as you neared your release. “All of me, Luffy—fuck—I’m close—”

“Come,” he ordered. “Come on me. Show me I’m the only one who can do this to you.”

You shattered — legs locking around him, moaning his name like a prayer. Your release hit like a wave, clenching around him, dragging him over the edge with a low, guttural groan.

He didn’t pull out.

He stayed there, buried deep, panting against your skin.

“…You’re mine,” he said again, softer this time.

You nodded, pulling him down until your foreheads touched. “Always.”

♡♡♡

© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[anakinsluvrgirl]

✧ aj x f!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — aj arrives home after a rough and tense day, clearly pissed at something that happened in work . he desperately needs a release and you just happen to be the only one who could handle him like this .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — smut ! unprotected sex, piv, unprotected sex, rough sex, breasts/nipple play, light choking (consensual), dominant behaviour, dirty talk, slight aftercare .

𝐀/𝐍 — this took me sooo long omg im tired 😭 but finally something about my man aj 🤞 hes so underrated and for what ?!

gif from @mvst4far & divider from @bernardsbendystraws !

AJ slammed the door behind him harder than usual.

You flinched from the couch, looking up from the TV. No words. Just the sharp click of keys landing on the table and the low creak of his expensive leather shoes as he crossed the room like a storm.

His tie was undone, shirt rumpled, brow furrowed and jaw ticking. You knew AJ well enough to know that he was pissed. You didn’t even need to ask. Something went wrong. A delay in the plan? Someone fucked up? Or maybe worse. You knew he had been stressed lately, but today was worse. You’d seen this look before, and you knew better than to push.

“Hey…” you said softly, carefully. “Everything okay?”

He didn’t say a word. His gaze snapped to you. His deep blue eyes dark, burning and focused. You couldn’t help but shiver at the he looked at you.

Then he finally moved.

In two strides he was on you, dragging you up from the couch and pressing you back against the wall with a force that made you gasp. His mouth crashed against yours, all teeth and heat, hands already sliding down your body like he’d been starving for hours. Maybe he really was.

“Don’t say anything,” he growled into your mouth. “I just need you. Now.”

One hand gripped your thigh, hiking your leg up around his waist. The other made its way down your body, his fingers found your panties under your nightgown and shoved them aside, slipping through the soaked heat between your thighs with a hiss.

“Already wet? All for me?” he murmured, lips dragging among your jaw. “You just wait for me around like this, huh? Like the good little girl you are… Fuckin’ filthy.”

You whimpered at his touch and words, your body already in fire. He wasn’t entirely wrong, no. You liked when he was like this. Tense, needy, rough. When you were the only thing that could help him relieving some stress, which you were. It made you feel complete. And it was also a good ego boost if you ask me.

AJ slid hands slid down to your ass, squeezing the cheeks roughly. He lifted you up off the floor, holding you close to his chest. Then he carried you upstairs, towards your bedroom. Once in there, he tossed you into the bed, crawling over the top of you. He settled between your legs, pressing his hard, cloth-covered cock against your sensitive and still covered core. He groaned at the contact, his hips rolling forward slightly.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” he said, his voice low and strained with desire.

He leaned back, taking into the sight of you for a moment. His hands made their way to the waistband of your panties, immediately pulling them down, tossing them aside. Then he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off and also tossing it away.

AJ leaned down again, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands slid down to the hem of your nightgown, pushing it up and over your head. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull it off completely, leaving you completely bare and exposed beneath him. He lowered himself, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

He could feel cock throbbing hard against his pants. He couldn’t wait anymore. Today something felt different. He was desperate, needy, and you could feel it. It made all your body shiver.

He sat back on his knees, quickly undoing his belt and unfastening his pants, shoving them down his legs along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, long, hard and thick. The thick head was already leaking with pre-cum, just from the thought of being buried deep inside your tight heat.

He spreads your legs open, settling himself between them. His hands gripped your hips so you couldn’t move. He lined himself up with your entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick folds. Without any warning, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of you in one swift and powerful motion. He groaned as your walls stretched and clenched around him, gripping his thick length like a vice.

“Fuck, are you always this tight?” He grunted under his breath, his hips in a steady rhythm. He set a hard and fast pace, the bed creaking beneath you with the force of his thrusts. He could feel your tits bouncing with every drive of his hips, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You cried out, nails scraping against his back. He leaned in, biting your shoulder, dragging his teeth along your skin like he needed to mark you.

“Take it,” he groaned, his voice raw. “Take every fuckin’ inch. Just like that.”

His hips slammed into you over and over, with no fear, rough as ever. One of his hands came up to your throat, not tight, just to hold you still, make you feel how helpless you were for him.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he snarled against your ear, his thrusts still punishing. “This body, this fuckin’ pussy… All made for me.”

“Fuck, Anthony- You feel so good..” you gasped, voice breaking as your head tipped back against the mattress, his grip on your throat keeping you exactly where he wanted you. Your legs were shaking, body arching into every deep, punishing thrust.

The hand that was on your throat eventually slid down, palming your breast roughly. He squeezed the soft mound, his fingers sinking into the malleable flesh. He pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, tugging on it roughly.

His pace turned erratic. Rougher, faster, driven by the way your walls clenched around him, slick and desperate. Each thrust sent you higher, back arching off the bed, chocked moans falling from your lips like you couldn’t hold anything anymore.

“You gonna come for me?” He growled, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes dark and locked on you. “Come all over this cock like you own it?”

You nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders, “Yeah- I’m so close.. I can’t-“

“Let go,” he commanded, low and gravelly, his thumb slipping down to circle your clit just right, “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

And you did, with a sharp cry that melted into a broken moan, your whole body shaking as pleasure took over you, blinding and brutal. You clenched around him so hard it pulled a raw groan from his throat, and within seconds, he followed.

“Fuck- Fuck,” he groaned, slamming deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. His cock jerked and pulsed as he shot thick ropes of hot cum into your pussy. He filled you up, his essence painting your insides white as he marked you as his. His grip on your waist tightened, grounding himself, breath hot against your shoulder.

His body pressed into yours, both of you slick with sweat, skin burning, breath heavy. Eventually AJ collapsed next to you. He turned his head to look at you.

“You okay?” He muttered, pulling your body closer.

You simply nodded, too blissed-out and shaky to speak yet. Your whole body will buzzed from the orgasm, pulsing, tender and warm where he filled you.

“Sorry if I was rough,” he said, almost guilty.

You looked at him, smiling a bit, “No need to apologise. I like it when you’re rough.. Keeps things interesting.”

A faint smirk tugged at his lips, he leaned and kissed your forehead, “Good.”