#prettymuch dancing

[ruminate88]

Sharing Songs From My Favorites List That Are Fun To Dance Around To If You Are Feeling Depressed:

Got any great songs to add?

[strniohoeee]

Puppy Love

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: During the filming of a deaf, mute and blind challenge Matt’s touches don’t go unnoticed by fans🍫

Warnings⚠️: NONEEE it’s so cute, and this is for the request who asked for this challenge and them realizing they liked each other🫢

Song for the imagine: Eyes Off Of You- PRETTYMUCH

Chris, Matt and Nick decided to do the deaf, mute and blind baking challenge, and had asked me to join because fans were asking for more content with me.

“Alright guys today we are filming the deaf, mute and blind challenge and we have Y/N with us because yall love her so much” Nick said

“Not too sure why, but I mean hey” Chris said shrugging his shoulders

“Fuck you” I said smacking him in his stomach

“OW” he said and smacked me back too

“Hey hey CHILDREN” Nick screamed at us, making us immediately stop

“Okay we’re bringing back a Stromboli classic” Chris said

“Never say that again. That was fucking disgusting” Matt said giving him the side eye

I grabbed Matt’s shoulder and started laughing with him

“OKAY let’s assign our rolls” Nick said

“Alright so Y/N and I will be blind because Y/N needs to speak” Nick said

“Chris will be deaf, and Matt will be mute” he said

“And today guys were making chocolate cake…my favorite” I said to the camera

“Yes she physically assaulted me when I told her no, so now we have to do it” Chris said

I looked at the camera smiling and nodding my head

At this point Chris had his headphones on screaming a Nardo Wick song, Matt had his mouth covered, and I covered Nicks eyes, so Matt came over to cover my eyes”

When he pulled the bandana it pulled my hair

“OW MATT ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME BALD” I said grabbing the back of my head, and him and Nick started to laugh

He couldn’t say sorry so he grabbed me and started to rub my head in an apologetic way

“Okay so Y/N will be mixing some ingredients, I’ll be getting some of these ingredients, Chris will reciprocate what to do to Y/N, and Matt will try and help us by not destroying everything” Nick said

I had successfully gotten the cake mix into the bowl

“GET ME MY FUCKING EGGS” I screamed, and Nick and Matt started laughing

Nick had given me the eggs, and Chris kept bumping into me

“CHRIS BACK THE FUCK UP” I yelled elbowing him

“OWWW” he screamed like a child

He came prancing on in when I had an egg in my hand, and he came crashing into me causing the egg to fall and crack all over my feet.

“You fucking idiot BACK AWAY” I said grabbing him and smack the shit out of him

“HEY WHATS GOING ON” Nick asked reaching his hands out to find something to touch

Matt had pushed Chris away

“Okay now it’s nicks turn to mix some stuff” I said

“I need help moving idk where I’m going” I said, and Matt placed his hand on my lower back and helped me move over. I started to blush at his touch.

We were all dying laughing at how complicated this was all becoming, and for some reason Chris had a baton in his hand and started to swing it around. Almost clocking me in my head, and Matt grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back

“Woah woah” I said almost losing my balance

As Nick was mixing everything, Matt went over to pour it into the pan, and Chris was dancing around

“CHRIS PRE HEAT THE FUCKING OVEN” I screamed hoping he’d hear

Matt grabbed Chris and pointed to the oven

“GOT IT” he screamed out and started to pre heat the oven

Matt grabbed my hand and brought over to the table and then called Chris over, he motioned for Chris to speak

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY” he screamed in my ear

“SHUT THE FUCK UP CHRIS” I said pushing him away, and Matt grabbed me again by the waist to move me

“I can’t FUCKING HEAR” he said again

Matt was motioning at the oven and trying to tell him to tell Y/N that the cake was done and about to go in the oven

“OHHH OKAY SO THE CAKE IS DONE, AND ITS GOING INTO THE OVEN” Chris yelled

I gave him a thumbs up

“Okay so the cakes in the oven, and now we wait” Nick said to the camera

“CHRISSSSSS” I started to scream really loudly, and Matt came up to me and put his finger on my lips to be quiet because I screamed really loud. This made Nick cry of laughter

Chris started spinning like a ballerina and stomped on my foot

“CHRIS YOURE PISSING ME OFF, YOU CAN SEE YET YOURE IN MY WAY MOVE” I said pushing him, we started to hit each other

“CHRIS SHE CANT SEE YOURE WINNING THIS FIGHT” Nick yelled in his face hoping he could read his lips

I felt Chris smack me in my head, but I had no idea where he was, so when I swung to smack him I actually smacked Matt

“Oh my god you just smacked the shit out of Matt” Chris screamed laughing

“OH MY GOD MATT” I pulled him by his shirt and hugged him

“I’m sorry” I said laughing

After 20 minutes the cake was finally done, and we all took our things off to taste the cake.

“This is good” I said nodding my head

“It’s alright” Chris said

“You’re being a hater” I said giving him the middle finger

“Nah this shits good” Matt said as he slung his arm over my shoulder

“Nah we killed this” Nick said giving me a high five

“Yeah Chris is just a fucking baby” I said laughing at him

He had reached behind Nick to try and grab me to fight

But Matt once again grabbed my waist and put me behind him

“Chris” Matt and Nick said

“UHHHH” Chris said making a childish face

“Chris the type of guy to go na na na na boo boo like a fucking 2 year old” I said laughing, Nick and Matt started dying of laughter at this

After we ended the video we all cleaned up. That video was uploaded on Wednesday, and by Wednesday night shipping edits of Matt and I kept popping up all over TikTok

“Yallllll these fucking edits are crazyyy” Chris said as we all sat on the couch watching these edits of Matt and I as Chris mirrored his phone to the tv

“Matt, that is insane. The amount of time you touch Y/N’s waist” Nick said laughing

“Yeah like what a fucking creeper grabbing her and shit with your slimy fingers” Chris said laughing

“That is actually insane how much I grab you” Matt said squinting at the tv

The next edit that played actually hit me hard

It started with a clip from my YouTube video from 3 months ago, crying and explaining my break up. It was in black and white

“I’m so tired of searching for a man who will treat me decently. Like why do guys suck….I just want my light in the dark. And most importantly I want to feel like myself again” I said to the camera wiping my tears

Then that cut into color clips with a bright effect of Matt and I laughing, smiling at each other, touching each other, hugging, him grabbing my waist from the recent video and him rubbing my head with “Let the Light in” by Lana Del Rey playing. I read the caption

“They are for real soulmates. I hope that they are dating, or plan to date eventually. They truly deserve each other….Matt is her light😔”

“That was cute as shit” Nick said looking over at Matt and I

I turned to Matt who was already looking at me

“Matt I think I’m in love with you” I said

“Y/N I think I’m in love with you too” he said starting to breath heavily

“there’s no way this is happening in front of me” Chris said shocked

Nick smacked him and told him to shut up

“Matt I think I’ve always liked you” I told him truthfully

“I know I’ve always liked you” Matt said and pulled me in for a hug and kissing me on the cheek

Nick snapped a picture of us hugging and posted it to his instagram story. On it he wrote

“Matt is her light, if you know you know” and put the song Let the Light in on it

Immediately fans started reacting and started screenshotting his picture and posting it everywhere. We were receiving so much love.

The End

I loved writing this one! I hope you guys enjoyed, and for the person who requested this I hope you enjoyed 🥹💋

-J💅🏽

[kaciebello]

Badger express ★

Summary: The reader has one-on-one time with the boys, some feel about her stronger than others paring: Slytherin boy x Hufflepuff reader ( fem ) genre: fluff, crack status: finished author's note: Sequel to the delivery express. it is meant to be boys one-on-one with the reader. No group setting and you can also read them however you want. Read them all or just one, and most importantly, have fun! masterlist

Dangerous mail │Mattheo Riddle ★

Summary: Mattheo needs to use the Badger post to send threats. There is only one person who can help him. Song: Babydoll - Dominic Fike

Not even the addressee │Theodore Nott ★

Summary: When Theodore's name gets misspelled he's not happy about it. Song: Up to You - PRETTYMUCH, NCT Dream

This could have not been an email │Draco Malfoy ★

Summary: Draco is a pure-blood activist, no way he will be seen with a muddle device. Song: Given-Taken - ENHYPEN

Pigeon ball invitation │Blaise Zabini ★

Summary: Teaching Hufflepuff how to dance was not on Blasies to-do list Song: Box - NCT Dream

No need for mail│Lorenzo Berkshire ★

Summary: While doing a school project, Lorenzo tries his luck. With the help of the wind and the sun, he falls harder and harder. Song: Married In Vegas - The Vamps

Found this first? Check out the prequel series! Delivery Express ✿

Tag list:

@daisiesformylove , @klimovatereza-blog , @lafrone ,@enfppuff , @rafegfs , @frogtape , @lovelyygirl8 , @catiwinky, @anyam444 , @leeleecats , @ghostgardn , @reverse-soe , @ultramarinetovelvet , @iwishigotswallowed , @jazz-berry , @justatadbonkers , @partnerincrime0 , @schaebickel , @bunnyhopsstuff , @deluluassapocalypse

[thesith]

Can I request a Hunter x fem!reader where the Batch are undercover a criminal party for a mission and he asks her for a dance and they tear up the dance floor with their moves and undeniable chemistry? (Can be spicy or SFW, your choice)

If you need music to set the mood for the party, I got you:

— Dancing with a Stranger

hunter x f!reader

this is a requested one shot (1k)

warnings: 18+, sexual topics & implication of sex, alcohol usage

notes: neither hunter or reader are drunk/intoxicated - neither have finished their first drinks.

summary: hunter sees reader from across the room while he (and tech) are undercover at a pirate party for intel.

A/N: thank you so much for the request, @kombatkid ! this is my first request for tbb & i hope i did it justice. also, i’ve wanted to write a fic like this for so long - thank you for giving me reason to xd <3

requests are open!

“Hunter,” Tech started, eyeing the girl across the room, “If you do not initiate a conversation with her, I will.”

Hunter looked at his brother, wide-eyed, “What has gotten into you, Tech?” When the mentioned didn’t offer an answer, Hunter continued, “We have a mission - best we stick to it.”

“What better way to gather intel than from the source?” Tech’s eyes wandered to the girl clad in a dark red dress, hugging her form in all the right places. “It is not a bad thing to ‘let go’ once in a while. I am sure Echo would agree with me if he were here.”

Hunter’s mind wandered to his brothers stuck on the Marauder, wishing he didn’t have one of the less attention grabbing appearances in the group - face tattoo and all. The tattoo did help him fit in with the pirates surrounding him, though. At the change of the song, Hunter was brought back to reality - back to you.

“Am I allowed to say no?” Hunter rhetorically asked, already knowing what Tech’s answer would be. Before his brother could even reply, a sigh left Hunter’s lips, “If you record this, you’re on cleaning duty.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” Tech spoke, a mischievous glint in his eye. Once Hunter was far enough away from him, Tech started the recording for his brothers. Force, they were going to love this.

You leaned on a high table and observed the scene around you - loud music, dancing people, drinks. God, the drinks were incredible - they were the only reason you were there to begin with. Partying with people like you was definitely not your idea of fun, but people watching was. You took a sip of your drink, hardly having touched it. Your crew seemed to be having the time of their lives on the dance floor, leaving you by yourself. That was how all of these outings went - they coerce you that “it will be fun!” and “you’ll have a great time!”, but these parties have yet to live up to either expectation.

You were disturbed from your thoughts when a man with a half-skull tattooed on his face walked up to you - he looked to be having as much fun as you were. He stood beside you, holding a drink of his own and sipping from it. You’d be the first to admit he’s attractive - more attractive than anybody else in the crowded room. You turned to face him fully, placing your elbows on the table.

After a few moments of pounding music in the background, the man spoke.

“Do you wanna…” He awkwardly started, motioning with his head toward the pit of people, “with me?”

You thought for a moment. Anyone who’d asked before you declined immediately, yet this was tempting. You weren’t sure if it was the alluring presence of the man or if the liquor was hitting, but you ultimately decided to accept the invitation, taking the hand he offered.

The man led you to an open space between people before grabbing hold of your waist and giving you a look, asking if his hand placement was okay. You nodded, letting a smile grace your lips. A polite and handsome man? That’s a first at parties like these.

A familiar song came on, to which your eyes lit up - you love this song. You’d always wanted to dance to it at parties like these, but you’d never had a partner to. You felt yourself let go of whatever front you were putting up and allowed your hips to sway, the hands on your waist gripping you tighter.

You’d found yourself with your back turned to the stranger after the first verse, his hands now on your stomach. You bent over and brought your hands up your legs, leaving his hands to trail to your hips. Your ass brushed against his crotch, something almost bursting at the seams of his trousers. As you came back up, your back was flush against his chest and he breathed heavily in your ear, head slightly tilted downward.

The two of you continued the sensual dance to the song - two strangers in sync. The chemistry between you only strengthened with each song played, the last song ending with both of you out of breath and leaning against each other - your hands on the nape of his neck, tangled in his hair and his hands gripping your waist. Sweat was now dripping from your faces as you looked at the man you didn’t even know the name of - he was perfect.

For the first time, you didn’t want the night to end. Usually you were anticipating the time to leave - not this time. You were with the perfect man, who somehow single-handedly made the experience one of the best you’ve ever had.

“All of that and I didn’t even catch your name,” he whispered into your ear, the music finally having been turned off. You refused to move, as did he - you were both enjoying it too much.

“You know, everyone has to pass the dance test before earning that right,” You joked with him. You leaned back far enough to see the smile on his lips - along with the blush on his cheeks.

A laugh fell from his lips, “Surely I got a passing grade.”

“Just barely,” You offered your name with a smile, and learned his name - Hunter. “Well, Hunter. Thank you,” You combed your fingers through his hair, “I had a good time. Too bad it’s over.”

Hunter thought for a minute before boldly speaking, hoping he didn’t read the room wrong - “Who says it’s over?”

The next morning (after getting your comm channel), Hunter returned to his brothers on the Marauder. They all greeted him with knowing looks - looks that said ‘you got laid’ in not as many words.

“I am impressed by your ability to ‘connect’ with people,” Tech said, eyes trained on his datapad. “I would not be surprised if you returned with no information - thank the Force I was there too.”

“Didn’t know you could move like that, Hunter!” Wrecker laughed with a clap to Hunter’s upper-back, “Ya gotta teach me sometime!”

“Cleaning duty for the next month, Tech.” Hunter winced, knowing his brothers have all seen his less-than PG dancing with a stranger. He walked to the bunks, ready to get some much needed sleep before hearing someone’s muttering.

“Worth it.”

tags: @skellymom @burningfieldof-clover @dangraccoon

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[lfghughes]

I love ur writing sm!! Could u plz write for Jack Hughes using the song On My Way by Prettymuch? Maybe a bit of angst but things end on good terms?

a/n: possessive jack hughes yes sign me up pls

You hadn’t seen Jack since the minute he had stormed out of your place the other night. Another big fight and this was becoming a cycle you were used to by now. It wasn’t healthy but it has become the new normal for you guys. You fought, broke up, got back together a couple of weeks later. Right now you two were close to the two week mark since you had last talked, probably one of the longest times you had been separated.

Tonight you had decided to go out to a club with some of your friends and decided to play a fun game of how many stories could you post on your instagram before Jack showed up. You knew not only would he watch your stories but he would also be watching all of your friends stories trying to figure out what exactly you were doing.

Meanwhile Jack was at home, hanging out on the couch with all the boys as he flicked through your instagram stories. Jealousy flowing through his blood as he watched multiple stories of his girlfriend dancing on some random guy. “Jack, you need to chill.” Dawson warned him but he was already up from the couch, grabbing a jacket and heading out the door. “On my way.” He texted you, the first time he had said a word in two weeks.

It didn't take long for him to show up and you were thoroughly impressed with his timing. A small grin grew on your lips as he approached. “Let’s go.” He nodded to the front door and you shook your head. “Nah, I think I’m not ready to leave yet.” You told him as you turned your back to him. His hand reached out to your arm, stopping you from moving further from him. “I’m not playing games right now, let’s go home.”

You knew how far to press the game and you decided to leave with him. The whole car ride back to your place he was silent and you knew he was angry but in a possessive and jealous way. Once you had gotten upstairs to your place he shut the door behind him. “What were you thinking? Dancing with some random dude?” His eyes flashed with jealousy and you just shrugged. “Thought you didn’t care.”

“Don’t care? You are mine. Just mine. Not his.” Your stomach turned at the sound of his words, how possessive he got over you. “Am I?” You asked and he took a step forward towards you, backing you into the wall. “You’re mine.” He whispered to you and you grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him into you so you could kiss him. He returned the kiss immediately, making it known that you were his and only his. “I’m yours.”

[jina-juhi]

the possibility of us.

pairing - yuta × female reader

word count - 7.7k

warnings - Panic attack (i tried to keep it short) penetration, protected sex, grinding, corruption kink, yuta is not angry and dom, controlling, over stim if i can say so? oral ( both receiving ) and literally everything that comes w this. choking!!!! yea. heh.

summary - You promised yourself you wouldn't fall for him, and you thought he could never fall for a girl like you. There was no way you both could be together, and even if there was one, your past wouldn't let you.

playlist

"eyes off you" - prettymuch

"phases" - prettymuch

"under the influence" - chris brown

"slow down" - chase atlantic

"show me" - black atlass

"safety net" - ariana grande

"used to this" - camila cabello

"chills, dark version" - mickey vallen

"3:00 am" - finding hope

"no guidance" - chris brown ft drake

Authors note:- so this whole thing is someone's request and i have not done justice to it. But here i am still hoping that they like it. I wrote like a whole seed to tree thing but it all got deleted and then I just left it to where my mind led me. I swear im working hard on my English vocab and duh sentence forming skills, but i hope you get the feelings mentioned below~~~

also if u wanna like request something~

m.list

so fucking loud.

The party was getting louder and overwhelming. You were quite alright just a few seconds back but it only takes a thought, to remember everything you want so badly to escape.

You danced like crazy, and drank. A lot. To forget. And now your head is hurting like hell and you don't know what to do or where to go, everything is spinning around and its all a blur. One thing that you could think of right now is your phone.

Searching your pocket and the couch you have been sitting on for so long, you can't find it. Its not lost its with Haewon, your friend. Sadly though your friend had to leave early due to some urgency, you thought it would be okay, you would manage but truly speaking, you're just a child. You try to be brave but being left alone is one of your biggest fears.

The fear kept building up since you were a kid and now it has settled in and made itself permanent in you. First it was your dad leaving you and your mom for a second family, then your mom in chase of her new life and then your so called first love who thought you were too fucked up to be loved. Leaving you like you were a crumbled up piece of paper ready to be dumped. Since then, you have not loved.

Not because you forgot, but because you're sacred.

You're scared everyone would leave you just like them and in the end, they'll move on, they'll live better but you're gonna be wounded. Trust me, you're already wounded enough to go out there and put a knife in your chest with your own hands. You know better or so you may think. That being alone, and not letting anyone in is the key to overcome this but truly, it is just making it worse. You can't help it.

You stumble on your way out of the once filled room with sweaty bodies, heels in one hands and a bottle of water in another. Your legs hurt more with every step you take, mentally cursing yourself for going absolutely reckless. You stand leaning against the main gate, supporting yourself so you don't fall in the wait of a cab.

You watch as tired bodies pass you by one by one. Everybody having someone to lean on to, you have a door. Not complaining but it feels sad sometimes not to have that one person who's always gonna stick by your side and other deep shit. It gets lonely. Fiddling with the hem of your dress, you give up on waiting, shifting your wait from the gate to your feet, you start to walk in the direction of your home, finding it hard because of all the alcohol.

Not even two steps forward, you hear a faint voice calling your name, a voice you would recognise even after your death, a voice that could send you into overdrive in a mere millisecond. You find yourself panicking, why is he calling your name, he shouldn't be calling your name. He's supposed to be the mean guy like everybody says but he's good to you, he's supposed to be cold hearted but he's kind to you, he's supposed to ignore you like he does everybody else, but he treats you different.

Nakamoto Yuta is not supposed to know you.

But he does, and that's what got you falling for him. Hard. It began with a single look in the hallway, you were a fresher and he was in the senior year. You weren't allowed in the library back then which you didn't knew, so you went in to issue some books. A bunch of seniors saw you, scolded you for not abiding by the rules, they could have gone too far but Yuta kinda saved your ass in there. He'd been kind, which was very unlikely of him because they all called him cold-hearted, but you saw no such characters in him, he'd always been nice to you. No matter how much you refused you did had a minute crush on him since that day, which eventually turned in something you'd rather not give a name to.

You turn around to see a very familiar face, you could draw an exact replica of him with your eyes closed. You fumble, he hands are firmly griping you by your arms, holding you upright, "you okay?"

On usual days, if Yuta is taking the first floor hallway to get to his class, you'd take the third floor even if it means you'll be late by five. But on some very rare unusual day, when your hormones decide to throw random tantrums and make you realise how much dry of a pussy cat you have, you'd take the same hallway 0as he does in order to feed your brain with his mere looks alone, which would be enough for the next 5 to 6 days so you could go back on avoiding him, for the sake of your sanity.

Today, most probably was a usual day. Throughout the party, you made sure to not cross paths with him but always keeping in check as to where he was. He looked drop dead gorgeous today in that white tshirt of his, loose hair falling over his face blocking your sight of view but adding up to his perfection. Maybe, just maybe you might have been too obvious with that watching from afar game of yours you think he didn't notice but he does. He knows, he always has known. Boys like him, they always know.

"I just wanna go home." Your voice comes out tired and slurred, the alcohol in your system is probably damaging your sense of judgement, you're saying things you're not supposed to be saying.

"It isn't safe for you to go alone." His voice could make you fall to knees, yea that is the amount of power he holds on you. If he says your name one more time with that pretty mouth of his, you'd be curling into a ball and stay like that for the rest of your life because it would save you from the embarrassment of facing him with your red flushed face and needy eyes. Yes, you're a sucker for him and you don't like it. It's not about him it's about you. How could you risk everything again for just a crush. He's not just a crush. And what about the too fucked to be loved part? What if thats true? You can't risk losing Yuta.

"I'll tak- a cab or somethin you don't have to." Sitting in the same car, having him around you when you're drunk and could literally say anything is not a safe option, safer than going alone though but, it's just too much of a risk. He doesn't give you much choice when he says he's gonna drive you home and you're gonna be quite and let him. All those moments in which it was only him and you alone, all the amount of tension in the air there was is playing on repeat in your mind right now. What could possibly go wrong right? Nothing really went wrong before, but you also weren't drunk.

He takes you to his car, walking beside you still holding you tight. You didn't say but your stomach keeps hurting from time to time, probably from all the drinking you think. Opening the door for you he seats you in, placing his hand on your head carefully so you don't bump your head in the process.

You wait for him to come inside the car, hearts already beating fast. Don't know why but the alcohol has somehow made you more hornier and confident than before, especially him touching you played a major part it in. I mean your allowed to have a crush right, and even though you don't really want someone in your life right now you too want some, need some. How many days can you go without being touched? is two year a normal number?

"Put your seatbelts on." You were too disoriented to understand and implement, he repeats. "Oh!" You try to pull the seatbelt down, its stuck. Or maybe you're just weak. He notices you struggling. What happens next is not the first time, he does things like these often that do some unexplainable things to you. He would randomly place his hands on your shoulder in the middle of nowhere making you jump out of your skin, or rub his thumb against the back of your hand when you're having coffee with him. Play with the long strands of your hair, tangling then detangling them. Eyes contacts were definitely his thing, he's eyes would never leave yours during a conversation no matter how small or big, it made you hard to look at him and hold his gaze. These were some of those moments you couldn't get over even after trying hard.

This guy would be the cause of your death. All happens in one sudden move, he loosens his seatbelt, leaning over you extending his hand to reach the seatbelt that seemed to be really stuck, which he could have managed to pull from afar but no, he had to come close. Goosebumps from his wild eyes form on your skin when they watch you, like undressing you. Up and down and around. Biting and wetting his lips unnecessarily just to turn you on. You, on the other went stiff, for you it was like some one had pushed the pause button because every second felt so heavy, the weight of his gaze was so hard you felt your lungs crushing under the pressure. You could literally listen to your heart thumping in your ears like some one was playing a boombox on maximum volume. Afraid to take your eyes off of him, you just stare blankly at him, though that blank expression was more of a wanting one.

He knows what he's doing, the little curl on his lips showed that, and he knows the effect it has on you so he always over exaggerates everything that he does. You never stopping him is his motivation.

"Dumb girl" he mouths and secures your seatbelt. You gulp hard and release the breath you were holding in. Before you could register what had just happened, his hand was reaching for your forehead with a tissue. "You sure you good? you sweating like crazy!" poking his tongue he hands you the napkin, you pretend wipe your face, actually cursing him making you sweat like this. The ac is not broken, its his fault.

Its so fucking complicated it's like you've got this big crush which isn't even a crush anymore, and it is him who turned it into real damn feelings that you don't want. You know you're better off without him, without the feelings part. You're not ready for him. You'll never be. You know it still you always fall for him, even when you don't want to, even when you know someone's gonna get hurt in the end. It must be something that he said that got you off track. That got you thinking shit and feeling shit, you just can't ignore that anymore. A year is a long time to pretend that you absolutely do not adore Yuta. Its getting harder to pretend.

You crave him.

You need him.

You want him.

but no.

You're saying it as if he wants you too. The possibility of him falling for you is as rare as finding a galaxy in the night sky with naked eyes. Impossible. He's got high standards or maybe you're just not his type. He may play round and about but it's just a play. Not reality. And you've come to peace with that. You're not gonna try, you're not putting your heart at stake but if you do, just in case, there's no way you're gonna have your heart broken because after doing all the math and physics, the probable occurrence of this event called 'us' is zero, even after considering all the factors affecting.

There is a chance, but you wouldn't take it.

But even the greatest of the greatest laws have exceptions, don't they? Not everything can be calculated or predecided. Now who knew a day like today would come in which the drunk you would be driven home by a totally sober Yuta, and the very science that you thought was denying the possibility of you both being together is giving you an unforeseen factor that could change the whole equation, alchol. And alcohol, as we all know is a bitch.

Miserable looking you was sat on the passenger seat, hair tousled, body covered with sweat that glistened whenever light fell on it, lips dry and eyes tired. Though the heat you feel is undeniable, you try to not give in and have some sense of control over your mind that's floating in the pool of hormones mixed with alcohol right now. Pushing your hair back, you look out of the window, chasing the street lamps, counting them to keep you distracted. Clearing your mind, trying not to think anything. Not to feel anything, but the ache in the pit of your abdomen is growing with passing time. You see yuta roll down the window, his hair swiftly swaying with the breeze, what a sight to be witnessed, enough to distract you from your chosen distraction. Allowing yourself to calm down letting go of all the blood rush from before, you take a deep breath, sleep kind of taking over your body but the pain isn't allowing you to. Feeling even more uneasy, you shift a little in your seat pushing the feeling away. You try and concentrate on the moving landscapes, breathing deeply.

Yuta has been noticing you. Hes certain of what's bout to happen. He doesn't panic, he must have had the experience. He lets you take your time. Breathing helps for some time more, but doesn't prevent it. You have to throw up, "Can y- stop the car?"

In a minute, Yuta pulls over and you're out on the street seated by the footpath trying to empty your stomach. Yuta was seated by your side patiently with a water bottle in his hand, rubbing your back in sweet circular motion, and holding your hair back. "It doesn't wanna come out!"

You complain in a broken tone. "Who told you to drink that much when you can't handle it?" he says side eyeing you.

"It's hurting"

"Drink some water" And before you could, you were already throwing up. He calm you down, never once leaving your side, holding your hair back, he knows you're weak especially right now.

Cleaning up you pout, "I was feeling good"

"Now you're not, dumbass."

"Why do you always call me dumbass." you fake cry, more like dunk cry.

"Because you're too cute." He half chuckles.

"I don't wanna be cute." You snap at him. "I wanna be hot!" This makes him laugh. "And i wanna be cool and i wanna be free and i wanna be different and confident and happy and not dumb. I'm not dumb, though i like it when you call me dumb, but im not im not dumb!!"

He looks at you, amused, brows up like a puppy, smiling like a child at this new face of yours that, that he doesn't quite know how to describe it, but is adorable. "You don't talk this much when you're sober, you should drink often."

"And throw up like this every time."

"Yea maybe, it would be an our thing"

"An our thing?! Oh and i don't talk? you don't talk!"

"I don't because you don't, and i respect that."

"I- I don't? i do, i want to."

"What stops you then?" You think.

"Yuta." and you chuckle. "He makes me nervous."

His eyebrows furrowed for a second after suddenly listening to his name from your mouth. Conten and eager to know more, "Why?"

You sigh loudly, hiding your face in your hands, "It's hard to explain you know? It so fucking hard-!" by getting to the end of the sentence you actually break down into tears. Yuta sees this, suddenly extra concerned about your situation, he takes your face in his hands, cupping it, making you look at him. He has a soft expression on his face, a kind one. "hey there, don't cry, it's okay." he coos, wiping a tear away.

You sob a few times in his arms, trying to catch a breath. You don't know why and what you're saying, but it just flows out of your mouth, "I like him, i think i do, like so fuxking much. And it's sad because I don't think he likes me back, like why would he and even if he does, it's not gonna change the fact that im too fucked up to be loved."

He frowns, disappointed in you. Looking deep in your eyes, you try to hide away from him,"You're not girl. Look at me! you are capable of being loved"

"I don't think so. Even if i am, why will he ever like a girl like me!" You say blandly.

"What if he does?"

"You think he likes me?"

"All you need to do is ask."

"Why can't he!?" His hand leaves your face, wiping your fallen tears. Making you drink a little water with his hands, he slowly says, "what if he's afraid he would scare you away?"

You're tired eyes look into his bright one, searching for meanings you couldn't find. He helps you up, now that you've been feeling better than before. "Not if he holds me tight enough." Yuta doesn't reply to this rather his eyes glint, as if he was satisfied with your answer. As if he knew what to do now. He makes you seat in his care again, securing you with the seatbelt, too tired to even move your finger you let him guide you home.

Soon enough you were standing in front of your apartment, staring at the locked door and then staring at each other, "I'm sorry." you apologise because apparently, you lost the keys and no they're not with Haewon. "It's okay lets just go to my apartment." You nod your head, tip toeing behind him like a child, on the stares he lets you walk by yourself but watches out for you. In the car he gives you a bottle of electrolytes to sip on. In the lift of his apartment he practically have to carry your weight because your legs gave up walking and your brain stoped working.

_______

Wet kisses were planted down your spine, leaving a tinglish feeling behind. With every kiss your breath hitched a little more, eyes squeezed even harder. He plants a kiss at the bottom of your bare back. You arch your back, rolling your head back in pleasure. He stands up behind you, your knuckles turn whiter. He grips your hair in his fist, pushing your head back further enough to plant a small kiss on your forehead, then releasing the grip. Holding back a moan, you let a short breath out. Seeing your efforts at holding your moans back, he lands his palm flat against your clothed ass making you fall ahead on the counter. Smacking it hard again, making you yelp in pleasure, the sound echoes in his small bathroom. "Let me hear that sweet voice of yours baby." His voice calling you baby makes you dizzy, a whine leaves your lips without your permission, but on his command. Anything he wants you would do. Rubbing and groping your ass cheek he pulls you a little up by your hair, making you stand straight. He bites and nips at your earlobe. With his one hand squeezing your ass and his lips occupied by your ear, his other hands creeps it's way in front of you, dipping lower and lower until it cups your pussy, applying only slight pressure on your throbbing, untouched clit with his middle finger, just enough to take you over the edge. His hand is so big. He taps it, feather touches only. Once, twice and he continues slowly with long intervals in between the taps, leaving maroon marks on your shoulder. He only plays with you to make you wetter so you could take his dick, he's not letting you cum just yet, you deserve more, you deserve his dick and you deserve a grand climax, because you're his. Without much efforts he pushes you flat against the counter top, carefully though, he doesn't wanna hurt you. Delivering you pleasure is his only motive, and he does just that when he pulls your underwear down enough to expose your ass to him. You wiggle it a little in anticipation, and he gives in to your plea, after all it would be his pleasure to serve you. He greets you with a spank. And then another spank followed by intervals of him easing the pain and rubbing your ass cheeks untill you voice came out louder than the sound of his hand meeting your flesh. And in a blink of an eye your panty was slid all the way down and his thick girthy cock was being shoved in your already dripping aching hole. He was showing no mercy, fucking in and out of you at a demonic pace, looking like an angel! His long hair covering his face, slick because of sweat. He yanked you up with your hair causing you to scream out, still slamming in and out of you, this angle enabling him to go deeper. Sinfull voices getting louder and louder with every thrust, you hear him say your name, "y/n!" He sounds concerned. Furrowing your brows, "Yuta, don't stop!!" you whine as he slows down his pace.

Another loud call of your name forces you awake from your dream, panting heavily you adjust your vision to the lighting in the room. The first thing you see is Yutas face, concerned. Seeing him in your bedroom starled you, you hastily move back in defence, "what are you doing here" You question him in hoarse voice, your throat dry.

"It's my bedroom and you called my name. " he hands you a glass full of water, sitting by the bedside. That's when you realise the change in the intensity of light and the unfamiliarity of the duvet. Embarrassed, that you just dreamt of the guy sitting in front of you, you thank him for the water. You try to play the events of last night that might have led to this, nothing comes to your head. Its all a blank. You mind curse yourself, head hurting a little probably because of hangover. The second thing you notice is that the cloths you wore weren't yours, it was one of his black tshirts, as he owns many, and before you could look at him with an unquestionable question, "You were sober enough to change, I didn't." He answers. You relax your shoulders, sighing.

Just the very presence of him makes your head go into a never ending spiral. It was embarrassing looking like shit in front of him. You called my name, what the fuck. "Your head must be hurting?"

"Not really, I just need to take a shower." You say shaking your head confirming that you are alright.

He gets up.

You don't know what you did last night with him, or said but it feels like you pretty much fucked up in every way possible. You don't even know if the whole session was just a dream or you both actually really did something. You watch him uncover the curtains and opening the window so some fresh air could come in. He opens his cupboard taking out some pills, keeps them on the side table for you. Too busy thinking, you didn't hear whatever he said and watch him exit the room keeping a black tee on the chair.

whatever the fuck happened last night.

Taking the pills you went for a quick shower, wearing again one of his tshirt. Going in the another room, he already prepared lunch for you. You take the spoon in your hand, and it's some kind of soup. You smell it, the aroma filling you up. "You're not eating?"

"I am." he says sitting down beside you. You never knew he could cook, such a dream boy. You dip the spoon and circle it around in the bowl feeling anxious. "You talked quite a lot last night, you kno-" he bantered eyeing up playing with the spoon. Without a second thought you interjected, "What exactly did i say?" not looking at him.

"We have a lot of time to discuss that in detail, right now focus on eating." he poked, smirking. "Just tell if i said something offensive or you know, stupid I won't stay for long." Finally taking a sip of the soup while it's still hot. "Look outside, its raining." he says moving his head towards the window wanting you to look out. It indeed is raining, which means you will have to stay. 

"So now that you're staying, why not have some fun? You play video games?" he asked cheerfully.

"No." you deadpanned.

"I knew, we'll watch a movie then." You look at him blond eyes, he's goofing around again.

He made popcorns, everything was set in front of his decent sized tv. It was like he was being extra cautious about everything, thinking twice before saying or doing anything. You on the other hand were embarrassed and awkward as hell. God only knows what beans you spilled last night, the possible things you could have that are coming to your brains are extreme. Plus he's not even telling.

He kept a decent distance between you two when he sat down on his small sofa, it was a small sofa so the decent amount means close enough to feel him right next to you. The movie was playing but neither of you were paying any attention to it. If it wasn't for the presence of the other, you could have both said the rain was distracting. Already tired and even more tired after forcing yourself to concentrate on the movie when exactly you dozed off to wonderland you didn't remember. One loud roar of thunder startled you back to life, "It's okey, just a thunder, go back to sleep." His words come in a low register, whispered close to your ear his hot breath almost tingling. You shift comfortably on what felt like a lap, shooting your eyes open you realised the position you were in and quickly sat up murmuring sorrys and fucks while trying to hide yourself, "When did i sleep!?" you mumbled, rubbing your eye, in order to avoid his.

"Sleep again you look tired." he pointed out looking at you. As if it wasn't awkward enough already for you to sleep in his goddamn lap. You shake your head, "No its good." You grin at him. His eyes never leave your frame. You shift to the left putting as much distance possible in between. He notices it. "Do I make you nervous?" 

 fuck yes.

It was like the oxygen was taken away from you. You tried breathing but it was useless. So this is one of the manys of what happened last night. "I said that?" He looks at you, nodding his head lights. "And they say one doesn't lie when there drunk." raising an eyebrow. Pressing your lips together you turn your head to the tv, "Let's not talk abo-" he didn't let you finish, "Answer me." He turns off the tv causing you to frown, "Answer!" You roll your eyes looking away again, it's hard maintaining eye contact right now. "What do you wanna hear?" 

"Truth."

You look at him. For a minute nothing was spoken. You looked at him and he looked at you. And that was that. Many of the hardest one minutes of your life. You sigh out in defeat, giving up the eye game, he sits straight. "What else did i say last night?" 

"Just that." 

You laugh, "That can't possibly be true." 

"Then you already know what you might have said last night." Wetting your lips, looking out of the windows, rain pouring harder by every passing hour, things getting more and more awkward. You could either tell him everything, and expect him to not act on it and be awkward Or you can just ask him to pretend last night never happened and let everything be awkward for the rest of the lives, because theres no way things are going back to normal, as if they ever were. 

Clicking your tongue, "Will you drink hot chocolate?" The only way to avoid a conversation is a hot chocolate. It works most of the times. All you wanted to do was escape his vicinity.

You stand by the window in his small kitchen, rain drizzles over your face as it falls down, rainy seasons are gloomy, you think. Cold air rushes in leaving you cold and shivering, alone, in the middle of the darkness in this room with your thoughts which are way too louder than your capacity to hear. You don't know why but him knowing how you feel about him just complicates everything by a thousand fold. And what if he wants to be with you? What will you do then? Yes you like him but, you can't risk being in a relationship again. You've already lied to yourself everyday by believing that you'll not love him, but now you do. And the fact that last night will fuxk everything up between you two is saddening because you are going to say no and he will not be very appreciative.

If; he likes you back. 

You feel his presence behind you. Not too close but not too far. You call out his name, he confirms. After a moment you speak, "Yes you make me nervous." trying to speak loud and clear but you voice only manages to come out in whispers. You hear him cackle. "I know." His deep voice goes straight down to your core, leaving you weak in your knees, he's standing just behind you. You feel his breath on your ear making you hold your breath, not moving even one inch. How desperately you want his hands on you and how badly he wants to sqeeze you in his arms and tell you everything he's been keeping inside for so long. Only if you knew. Only if you saw his face right now, looked into his eyes. You would know he wants you too, he always has. Since the day he saw you on your first day he craved you. Every day being by your side wasn't enough but oh he was just so scared to lose you after being told everything you've been through by your batchmates. He figured your past won't allow you to. So he kept quite. Falling in love with you everytime you looked at him, everytime you smiled at himz shyed away from him. He fell in love with the way you lived and laughed and cried. Just like you fell for him. 

"Take a chance with me?" he spoke lowly, carefully. You turned around, facing him. Shaking your head no caused the tears to fall down that were building in your eyes. You kept shaking you head moving back untill your back touched wall. You sobbed, no you were practically crying like a child in front of him only it was on mute. He approaches you coming closer and closer it was like you lost your mind and your senses gave up on working. "I can't" you managed to speak aloud.

"Why?" he asks trying to stop your crying at the same time. Holding you by shoulders, gently stroking up and down, calming. "You don't know what happened." 

He lifts your tear stained face up by his fingers, making you look at him, "I'm willing to know." he pushes further, caging you between him and the wall. "And if I don't understand, make me!" it's hard to understand the expression on his face. He's sad but, he's also angry. And frustrated and hurt but at the same time, gentle and understanding and concerned. Hands moving to cup your face, "You want me to confess first right? I love you okay? I have ever since god know when. And i know you do too so why the fuck can't you just let go and let me!?" The last part he says through greeted teeth while punching the wall behind you, you jump out in fear, "Fuck Im sorry." he apologizes under his breath, realising he's being to harsh.

He moves in closer, connecting his forehead with yours, "I'm sorry." he breathes out heavily, he's crying. He's hurting. "I can't help but think of what we could be." You open your eyes to look at him, tilting your face up a little, closing in the gap even more. His eyes are tight shut. "I can't help but think about you." He opens his eyes to look into your dark ones, getting lost. You both breathe heavily, hearts beating at the same pace, passion shooting through your veins. He closes the inches left in between you too, both of you close your eyes, nose touching, breathing in the air only the other can provide. His lips linger close to yours, quivering, afraid to harm you. Afraid to scare you. Chest heaving up and down in synchrony, lips ready melt into each other, only a moment apart, only a touch apart, still apart.

He draws a sharp breath in moving away but only slightly. You look down, the tension in the air is so heavy it could crush your weight under it. Tears still falling down like a waterfall.

 "Please don't say no." he speaks in the quietness. You shook your head again, whispering "Don't cry." 

He wiped it as quickly as it fell. "I'm sorry" you say, trying to move past him, but he stops you holding your hand, making you turn around. Gripping you face with only one hand he crashes his lips on yours, you pause. You didn't try pulling away, not because his grip was too tight but you didn't wanted to. When you moved your lips, he moved his. He held you by your waist with his other arm. Making you dizzy, holding you close you could feel his beating heart against your chest. Head tilted to deepen the kiss, body crushing into each other like planets colliding, teeth clashing like two swords in a battlefield, hands roaming the bodies freely, holding on to each other like you were to lose them the very next second. He could taste your tears in his mouth. He could taste his life. It was beautiful, it was perfect. In that moment you felt you could let go of everything that was holding you back, you past didn't matter in that moment. You saw one chance, one possibility. 

Struggling to stand straight, he walks your over to the counter never leaving your lips. He slows it down, letting you breathe. Softly sucking your swollen lips. He takes your lower lip between his teeth, he bites it so hard you whince in pain, which only makes him lower his hands and squeeze your butt, pulling you lower body to meet his, grinding into each other, desperate for each other, not getting enough and wanting more and more. The visible bulge in his bottoms evidently hit the right spots, making you lose control, making you go wild and grind yourself into him too. The height difference makes it so much easier like his body was made keeping you in mind so you both could fit each other perfectly. His hands travel north, tangling your hair and pulling them down, which makes your head go back, exposing your neck to him. His lips leave yours, sucking in a new space found, leaving deep red marks, marking you as his.

It took one single thought to pull you out of it, again. You try to push him away, struggling at first, he backs off, and the moment he does you leave, "So you're going to ignore me now?" he says panting, making you stop and turn back. He looks at the red mark on your neck that he created. He chuckles, "Thats the plan? huh? Ain't gonna work." you're hurting him you know it. You turn around to leave, "You're gonna come back."

And you leave.

You just leave. 

And like that, 5 months pass. The day turns into night and night into day, you go to college and come back home then go to college again. You see him every day and he sees you everyday and like strangers you cross paths. He started a new job, you heard. You started having panic attacks, he heard.

Sit and stare out of the window, thinking of all that you could have done differently. You thought not being with him or anybody would make things alright. Being alone would make your head clear and a little less messed up and then maybe you can go out date freely without having to be afraid of what might go wrong. But it seems like it all backfired on you. Now you have one more thing to forget, one more thing to carry everyday.

You thought you would get better, but little did you know it was him who was making you better. You thought you would get over him but you really do love him. You can't get him out of your head and he's gone, you fucked it all up. You broke his heart which ended up breaking you too.

Sitting on the couch in the parties is the only thing you've been doing lately. How long can someone pretend that they're okay? A month? A year? You've been doing it since your childhood. You're tired of pretending and tired of hoping that it's all gonna get better. You can't even pretend anymore to be honest, it's evident you do that you miss him. You've been sitting here for 3 hours, just sitting not drinking. What if you get drunk? Who's gonna drive you home you have no one. He's here too. Not drinking. Not looking at you, not thinking about you, rather having fun actually. he moved on?

Why wouldn't he, why shouldn't he? It wasn't his fault. You're the only one to blame. He cried, he begged you to stay to not say no, but you didn't listen to him. Why should he wait on someone like you. You push all your hair to one side letting them cover your face in an attempt to hide from Yuta, you can't help but watch him closely, laughing and talking and everything, he's faking it. You know him this much to know which smiles he is faking. And suddenly he is looking at you. Earnestly. 4 minutes of intense gaze and then you give up. Breathing already uneven and your palm is sweating, you know what's gonna come. You throw your head back to rest on the sofa and stare blankly at the ceiling.

I shouldn't have said no.

I should have stayed.

Why did I do it.

I knew you i wrong.

I broke his heart.

It's all my fault.

Something is really wrong with me.

I made him cry.

He really loved me, how could you!

"Fuck."

The walls were closing in on you. It was going dark before your eyes, you couldn't shut your brain up. It was like you were trying to breathe but couldn't like someone evacuated your lungs out of oxygen or maybe there wasn't any oxygen left in the air to breathe. Head was hurting like someone was constructing a fucking road on it. You were panicking, heart beating at an abnormally high rate, sweat collecting at the low of your back. You lose complete sense of the surroundings. You try to get up but can't, so you just sit there on the sofa in the middle of a crowded room, trying to breath, with your head down to your knees. The music and the people get too loud, it felt like they were screaming your name you shut your eyes and cover your ears with your hands, just praying this would pass away soon.

A jacket was thrown over you, over your head. He was rubbing your back up and down, in an attempt to soothe you. He makes you shift from the position you were in to a position where your head was down on his knees, and his jacket still covering your face. His hand creeps under the jacket to caress your hair and he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, trying to make you focus on him, and on his voice.

You start crying in his lap, under his touch listening his voice after so many days, you missed him. His heart aches seeing you like this, watching you deteriorating day by day. He hated that he couldn't do anything, couldn't help you through it but he knew better. He knew nothing he could have said or done would have made you realise that running away was not an option, you have to face it, face your past and get over it, let go. And let love. Because what is love is not a risk? what is love if not taking a shot in the dark? what is love if not a mere chance? what is love if not a distinct possibility? Him trying would have just made you push him away even more! He wouldn't let that happen, so he waited on love. He waited on you. . He calls your name, twice "listen to my voice okay? It's okay, you're okay! Just try to breathe." You nod your head, the tears disappearing in the fabric of his jeans. "Let's go out okay?" He asks, after five minutes or so he walks you out of the room. Breathing the fresh night air somehow calms your nerves but you're still hyperventilating. He makes you side on the boundary wall that's pretty low. Your still a mess, eyes watering and breaths hitch you murmur small sorrys to him. The crying is just making it all worse, he noticed. Taking your face in his hands making you look straight into his eyes, "Breathe in." he asks you to and you do "hold." you hold your breath. "Release." you let go. At first it was hard but with his help you gained control again.

"I'm so sorry Yuta, i was i was trying to protec- protect you. I didn't wanted to hurt you i swear on my life." You sob. He nods, coming face to face "I know, you did your best."

"But I made you cry."

"because i couldn't see you hurting, also you left but i knew you were gonna come back."

"I tried that day, i wanted to stay i wanted to be with you but i couldn't i just couldn't bring myself up to believe that i was deserving to hold you. I-

I didn't deserve you, i still- "

"Don't complete that sentence or I'm gonna be real mad at you."

"no listen to me i don't have anything to give you I'm just I'm a messed up piece of shit i would've just wasted your time and energy."

"Well then you're my messed up piece of shit, whom i get to take care of because i want nothing but only you. And i totally wanna waste my time with you."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be, Its all good now"

You took a deep breath. Nothing is gonna change the fact that you hurt him, but he was wise enough to know you weren't intentionally trying to. Love. "I don't know what else to say but i love you"

"And that's more than enough babe."

"Ba-be?"

"I've been dying to call you that you know?"

"Why are you so good to me?" He just shrugs and ruffles your hair. "Wanna complete watching that movie together?" You sigh in relief nodding your head a big yes.

You thought he was taking you to watch a movie, but it was a whole different scene the moment you entered his apartment. He changed the lights. They are a warm shade of yellow now. He did put the movie on, but you weren't paying any attention to it. Your head was hurting because of the sudden attack you had at the party, so he insisted on sleeping instead. 

You tried sleeping, but the smell of his perfume on the bed kept you awake. makes you reckless. made your thoughts run wild. You remember how it felt the last time you were here, in his apartment. The tension, the dream, the heat, the kiss. Not the fighting part of the whole situation, but the part where you were wholly in love with him. The part where you wanted to take a chance The part where you wanted to give him your all. 

Feeling too overdriven by your train of thoughts, you get out of bed. You follow the noise that was coming from the kitchen to find Yuta making something. "What are you doing at this hour of the night?" You speak softly, standing by the door frame. He looks at you unfazed. "I assumed you were sleeping," I said. "The bedsheets smell like you." You walk behind him slowly, his eyes following your every step. "Quite distracting." 

"If you weren't drunk enough the last time you were here." 

"Then I wouldn't have been here." 

"Fact," he says, nodding."Try it," he says, handing you the cup. He emptied whatever he was making, tea. "Since when did you start drinking tea?" you question, placing the cup down, trying to sit on the counter. He helps you jump. "Since hot chocolate started reminding me of you." 

"I'm sorry," you whisper quietly. 

"You don't have to do it, and you shouldn't waste your time!" He scolds you, taking the empty cup from your hands and placing it in the sink. "I'll say it as long as I need to." 

"Useless "

Then how can I make it up to you? You can only tell. " 

"Endless ways I can think of right now." There was a sudden change in the way he spoke. The hoarseness in his voice lingered in the air and warmth creeped into his eyes. The coldness in the air was replaced by this heavy heat of want that was engulfing you and him alive. "Like?" 

Keeping your voice at a hearable volume, you make space between your legs by separating them, which was taken by him the very next second, "like finishing what we started." " You know what's coming next." The movie? " You put on the most innocent face you ever had in your life, looking him directly in the eyes, playing with him like he plays with you. "Now now, what a disappointment you are," he says while tapping your cheek with his index finger. Biting your lower lip, you say, "Someone used to call me dumb..." 

"You're playing the wrong game, babe." He warns, tracing your jaw line and down your neck. He then lines your clavicle up and down, "You're gonna lose." He takes both his hands behind your back, pulling you closer with a jerk. His face was only inches away now, his lower body already in contact. You could feel him hardening against your pussy. He was this close. 

"What if I want to lose?" You answer, your voice barely above a whisper, the taste of the tea still in your mouth, sweet, but you want his taste now. He chuckles lowly, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks, his voice firm and demanding, unlike yours. "Well then, wait for me in the bedroom." 

It was new and exciting to get to see this side of him. Unlike his normal caring and soft self, this Yuta knew what he wanted. He is precious and just, and he needs no explanation for anything he does. "Oh and babe, undies off but keep my t-shirt on." You follow his command, going straight to the bedroom and removing your underwear and tossing it aside. 

You wait in anticipation, but don't quite know what to do. You were pacing around the room like a mouse chased by a cat. Butterflies in your stomach won't quiet down. The mere thought of what might happen causes goosebumps on your skin.Sitting at the edge of the bed, you check the time. It's 12:30 in the morning and that's when he enters. 

All of them changed. His demeanour was that of a wolf out on a hunt. And you were his prey. He shut the door behind him. His eyes were darker and his skin appeared a little bit colder than before. It's not like there's a third person but. You get up on your feet and just stand there in the middle of the room, a thousand thoughts in your mind playing every possible scenario that could happen. He drags a chair by its arm, situating it just in front of you, and sits down on it like a king. 

"Come ahead!" he orders. You start walking in an instant, almost tripping. His voice alone makes your insides curl and your pussy clench around nothing. Wetness is leaking down. 

"You really want to go down this road?" Changing his expression suddenly, his eyes glistened with a golden tint, probably because of the light coming in from the window. You try to play along, "Aren't we already down?" He smiles. "You can stop me anytime you don't feel comfortable, okay?" You nod, melting into his softness. How can this person do it? switching between personalities in mere seconds. 

"I doubt I'll stop you." You push a strand of your hair behind your ear, getting a little closer so your legs touch the chair. His legs were separated, and you were in the middle. The only source of light in the room was the street light, perfectly lighting up his face and your body. He lifts an eyebrow at what you just said, sitting upright in his chair. "Confident much? I like that. It won't be for too long though. " You shiver when his hands rub your outer thigh. He was waiting for a reply from you, but he was correct. The moment his hands touched your bare skin, all the confidence you were mustering up to talk back was thrown out of the window. His hands travel south and leave your skin hot, high, and dry. 

You gasp at the loss of contact. Being touched by someone, by him after so many years, you don't think you can last in this game for even a minute. 

"Let's begin, shall we?" 

You manage an "uhhm..." as you brace yourself for whatever he's about to do. He relaxes in his chair. With his eyebrows lifting up and down, he asks you to sit on the bed with a simple but powerful command. "Sit." 

You sit at the edge of the bed, your legs shut tight, your hands sweaty, and your mouth dry. 

"Let me see you." You didn't quite hear him, but you heard him. It was just so shockingly sudden. 

"Huh?" you stutter under his strong gaze. 

"Lost already." He deadpanned. He was mocking you, and he knows it's affected you. "Spread your legs, sweetheart." 

On his command, your agape mouth was shut, your legs already following his order, deciding to move on their own as your mind had given up on thinking ages ago. 

The show hasn't even started yet, and he's enjoying himself watching your timidity in every move you make. "No, actually, shift a little back. Make yourself comfortable." He gets up and shifts his chair forward as you move back on the bed. He got a glimpse of your core while you were shifting. You know he did because you saw the expression change on his face. Right there in that split second, you saw him almost lose and regain his composure.

Not letting him speak again, you spread your legs wide and open. The loose t-shirt that was covering you shifts up automatically, leaving you uncovered for him to devour you with his eyes alone. You looked at him and he looked at your core, shamelessly. This somehow gave you some kind of power over him. He is too weak for you. He curses under his breath, closing his eyes and breathing deeply but fast. 

The moment he opened his eyes and met yours, your soul definitely left your body. Your breath hitched, and you tried to look away from him, but his gaze was so hard it locked yours. You couldn't. "Touch yourself." You clench at his words, and he sees that. 

"Be more specific." That was bold of you to say that. He almost choked on your words. You may be the shy girl who is affected by small things, but you are also a freak. Although you do want to lose, you'd still give it your best shot. 

He poked his tongue under his cheek, nodding his head in approval of your regained confidence. "Touch your clit with only one finger and don't move it." 

Very precise. You do as he says. There is only one finger on your clit, and there is no movement at all. 

"Tap it." You do, lifting your finger up and keeping it gently on your throbbing clit. You clench again the moment your fingers touch, gasping out silently. "Keep on doing it until I say stop." He bites his lower lip as he watches you enjoy yourself at his command. The fact that you were doing it while he was watching you with his sinful gaze has already got you gripping the sheets and curling your toes. 

You do it slowly, sensually, watching him watch you. He's affected in ways he can't explain and in ways you can't fathom. Feeling good, you take your lower lip between your teeth and close your eyes. You get more comfortable as you fully submit to the task you were given. You let your head hang freely, trying to be more vocal, but letting out soft whimpers only. You didn't want to give him too much just yet. 

"Stop." 

You hiss at him. Drawing in a sharp breath, you bite your lip harshly in agression, not wanting to stop but stopping anyway. You look forward to him, his dilated pupils eyeing you like a scavenger, making you light-headed. "Enjoying yourself too much?" 

You nod slowly, your gaze never leaving his, and it drives him insane. 

Warmth creeps beneath your skin when he gets up from his chair and motions for you to come forward. You get on your knees, the t-shirt covers you again and you crawl to him to the edge of the bed to where he was standing. Sitting on your heels, you watch him loosen his belt. Then he undoes the waist button and unzips his pants. He slides them down, revealing white boxers and his untamed bulge, which he somehow managed to keep inside and hidden. 

You're dizzy by just imagining the size of him. You're unsure of what to do. Should you help him undress himself or should you just sit back and anticipate? Like a lost child, you wait for him to tell you. He asks a question instead. "I suppose you don't know how to give a blow job." Feeling belittled, you shook your head, looking up at him, "perfect." He compliments.

He slid the boxers down, his hard, thick and girthy dixk slapping against his abdomen, now free of any restrictions, standing tall and proud in front of you. You were too busy focusing on his perfection that you failed to keep up. He had already removed his shirt, and was now standing completely naked in front of you for the very first time. It's nerve awakening.

That is when you actually felt the gravity of the situation. It wasn't just some game you were playing; it was actually happening. You and he were actually happening. You fucking confessed to him yesterday! Yuta thought he was going to be angry and not talk to you at all because you broke his heart, but it's the complete opposite situation, he just couldn't be angry at you. Yuta knows better, good for you. He loves you. You love him and all your dreams about him were about to come true, he was going to make you his. 

"Fuck!" You didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Like what you see? I bet you dreamt about me. " It was like you were hypnotised by him or you lost control of yourself. It was like you were high on some drug. Or maybe you were high on him because you weren't thinking before nodding your head when he asked you that question. 

"What was I doing in them?" He takes his cock in his hands and starts palming it. You swear you saw it grow even bigger in size, as if it already wasn't. Too astonished to see the action just inches away from your eyes, you answer, "You were fucking me raw. From behind." You look up and gulp, "And you were spanking me, pulling my hair, kissing me, and marking me yours," you say in a small voice, so shameless, so pure.

"Get up on your knees." You do, inching yourself closer to him; he's still stroking his length in between. You look down, a new angle to admire him. You place your hand on his, your hand moving up and down his shaft with his. He slows down. "Want me to do all those things for you? Want me to touch you? " You looked up, mouth parted and eyes glistening to meet his dark ones. "Want me to pull your hair? want me to kiss you? fuxk you?" 

You nod frantically consumed by your arousal, his voice travelling straight to your untouched, unlooked, un-taken-careof core, your wetness literally sliding down your thigh. It's hurtful. 

"Oh baby, don't be that cute or I'll just have to fuck you right now." He says this restlessly before connecting his lips with yours. You let out a sigh of relief before giving into him. It was kind of the first physical contact he made after getting in this room, which has been nothing but hard for him to keep his hands away from you. He deepens the kiss. Tilting your face to the left, he locks his fingers in your hair, pulling them. The kiss was sloppy and messed up and just perfect, laced with desire and lust in every bit of it. Your tongues collided, your teeth clashed; you both just couldn't get enough of each other. Your hands rested on his neck, gripping tightly for support. He bites your lower lip making you gasp, then sucks it like candy. 

You reciprocate his every move. You try to, but you are getting out of breath. His hands travel down your back, lifting the t-shirt up and gripping your ass, squeezing it hard. You say his name aloud, breaking the kiss, "Yuta!" Your forehead rested on his shoulder while he kissed and nipped at your ear while kneading you, "Yes baby, you like it?" You hum in response, lifting your head up and looking at him, holding him close. "Rub your clit for me, baby." 

You bite your lower lip, lowering your hands and legs, your gaze never leaving his. You rub yourself up and down and in circles. He can't really see, but he knows. It makes his dick twitch. You let out a loud, breathy, dragged out moan, setting up a pace, "mhmmm shit."

He mimics that moan, his eyes burning with desire and lust. "Mhmmm shit... Nice and slow, yea baby, so good for me." You let out another breathy moan, closing your eyes but quietly this time, not wanting him to mock you again. 

His finger was placed on yours, on the one that was rubbing circles on your clit. You jump, in shock or excitement, you don't know. Your brain seizes the movement of your finger completely, "Why did you stop?" he takes over. His fingers move up and down, making yours move as well. Resting his forehead on yours, he continues to play with you, making you whimper with every flick. 

He moves your hands aside, your face contouring in pleasure when his fingers touch you, bare and raw, with nothing in between. There were chills running down your lower back, your stomach tightening with the pleasure he was delivering. Slowing down a little, he collects your wetness in his fingers, bringing it to your mouth to suck on it. You lick it first, then swirl your tongue around it, and then take it in completely, sucking like a lollipop. 

You kiss him with your flavour in your mouth. His hands find their way back between your legs, rubbing your clit, up and down and sideways, the wetness making his movements sloppy, his fingers gliding frictionless on your sweet swollen nub. His finger circles your opening before carefully dipping it inside of you. You purr in his ear while his lips ghost over the exposed skin of your neck. His breath hits you every time he exhales, absolutely burning your skin to a hot red. You clench around his finger, not letting it escape. Well, you finally have something to clench around this time. He stays inside of you for awhile. 

"Rub yourself again." And in no time, you're following his words, bringing your right hand to circle your clit. Now desperate to release, you don't go for slow motion but rather set a high pace. 

"Slow it down." 

You might be in disagreement looking at him but he gives you one look and you're slowing your fingers down. He pulls his finger out just to push it in again, and again, and again. You try to match your movements with his, setting a slow rhythm. You go up every time he pushes in, and that's how he drives you to your first orgasm of the night.

You've been at the edge for so long, you're coming undone with only one finger. You stop circling yourself and hold him to keep yourself up while his fingers are still working you up, slow and steady, riding you through it and pushing you into the beginning of the next one. 

His finger was buried up to his knucles, deep in you. He places his palm flat against your mound. You press into his touch. Moving your hips to grind into his hand, breathing harshly, he supports your body and whispers praises in your ear about how good you are and the amazing job you're doing. Just when you thought you could cum again, he makes you stop and removes his hand from between your legs. 

Licking his finger clean, he asks you to get on your hands and knees, "face down ass up, fast!" he said while pumping himself. The site of his hardened veiny dick was hard to look at. It was begging for your attention, but you weren't really confident with that. Instead of following his order, you stare at him palming himself. You look at him with a question written in your eyes. He understands what you're asking for but doesn't really acknowledge it. "Please." You kneel in front of him. He rolls his eyes, but gives you a look of content. 

"My girl wants a taste." 

You smile when he calls you his girl, "Yes. Your girl wants a taste." emphasis on the, "your girl." 

When you bring your face closer and look up at him, ready to take him in, he curses under his breath, holding your head in place with his hands clenching your hair in a fist, in the softest manner. "Open your mouth." You do, also giving a little extra you stick your tongue out for him.

He places the tip of his dick on your tongue, gently sliding it in against the surface. You close your lips around it. He slides further deep into your mouth, controlling himself to not push in too deep. Very slowly, he draws it out, leaving you empty and wanting more of him. He lets you take a taste, though. Slithering against your tongue in swift motions.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, which is already leaking. You try to take him deeper but his grip won't let you he only fucks his tip in. Finally bringing up the courage to take him into your small hands, you wrap your hand around the base of it, applying slight pleasure, moving your hand up and down his shaft. 

"Just like that." His voice boosts your confidence. He lets you play with him with your innocent little hands which are like a tease to him, until he can't take it anymore. Seeing you determined, his grip on your hair tightens and with his other hand, he moves your hands aside. He yanks your head back. "Open wider" He growls, as you do. And he slams his cock deeper than before. The sounds you produce are embarrassing. He goes deeper, causing you to gag, your heartbeat fastening even more all of a sudden. You mumble protest, telling him to remove himself and wrap your hand around his wrist, taking a hold of it. He withdraws himself, you cough a little, breathing deeply, then open your mouth again to take him in. He grins, "Now that's my baby!" tightening his fist around your hair and pulling your head a little more up. 

He slides his dick down again, slowly and gently going deeper. He wasn't even going deep to be honest; he was just at the brim, yet your mouth was full of him. Hair messed up and eyes watery, swollen lips wrapped around his girthy member, saliva trailing down your neck, only acting as a lubricant. When he finally siezes his dick after seeing your tousled state and didn't want to cum just yet, you try to regain your breath. Holding your hair back, not pulling anymore, rather soothing your nerves down. Wiping a tear away, he devours your glistening lips with his, not taking any time to deepen it. Pushing you down on the bed, he hovers over you, keeping his knee in between your legs, very very close to your aching to be touched core. His lips leave yours, connecting to your still aching jaw. He leaves a warm wet trail of kisses down your neck and everywhere in between. Sloppy kisses were placed along your clavicle, purposely sucking and leaving red marks around, making you hiss in pain and take his name. 

His hands roam up and down your body, making sure there isn't a single inch left to be touched and explored by him. His hand stretched the tee you were wearing, revealing only the upper part of your breast. He kitten licks the area, then bites the flesh and soothes it with a kiss, making every part of your body his, messed up, burning hot and so beautiful. 

His lips go south, taking your hardened nipple in his mouth and sucking on it through the thin fabric of the tee. While playing with the other, Your lower body automatically starts grinding on his knee, trying to obtain some friction, but it seems to be not working, but you swear the amount of heat dissipating from just the mere contact was enough to melt gold and silver. 

He is too intoxicated just by the way you feel against his lips. He brings himself back to reality to perform the second main job. He gets off the bed only to sink down on his knees in front of you. His face only a few licks away from your heat, you move closer to his mouth. He separates your legs further away, only able to look at you in full bloom this once. Drunk already, he dives in for a sip, and he is not disappointed. A long lick from the bottom of your warmth till up to your clitoris got your toes curling. While he laps at your juices, you curse his name a hundred times. He flicks your clit with his tongue, then sinks it as deep as it can go into you while nuzzling his nose to brush against your clit, it's a perfect blend to which he adds his fingers, the middle one he pushes in first. Out he comes to push it in 2 knuckles deep and then finally sink it deeper, curling it inside, making you roll your eyes back in pure bliss. You're feeling extremely. He adds another finger. That hurts a little but is soon replaced with pleasure. He works you up to your second orgasm, but doesn't let you cum just yet. 

His hands leave your body at once, and you hold back a moan, trying not to sound desperate. His figure walks across the room where he must have kept his wallet. 

You hear a wrapper being torn, goosebumps crawl up on your skin. He takes no time to return. "Make room for me." He gets on the bed, splitting your legs wider. He lets you rest in a comfortable position, keeping a pillow under your head. He drags his fingers between your folds, collecting your juices and spreading them on his member. You look up at the ceiling, aftain, excited, impatient. The yellow lights are forming abstract patterns on the wall. You feel his tip at your entrance, and soon he pushes it in with optimum pressure. You contract your muscles and your eyes shut tightly at the feeling. It's one of pain and fear and not pleasure. "Yuta, it hurts." You breathe out and call his name, your hands trying to grab his shoulders. He pushes in further, rather slowly this time while towering over you and coming face to-face, "Good." 

You lift your hips up a little to ease out the passage, and he bottoms out. He stays like that for a minute. No words were exchanged, just the feelings being felt. His breaths are uneven matching with yours. He connects your foreheads together. You don't know if his eyes are closed or open. They're closed. You inhale him in as he exhales you. 

"Fuck," he growls just before abruptly slamming into you, "Fuck." 

And then it continues, and it hurts no more. He's fucking you hard and slow, going deep and deeper. Making you cry out every time he hits that spot. His voice is husky and low, sending shivers dancing up and down your body. You whimper under him. Your sounds, mixed with the slickness of your bodies crashing into each other, were playing on repeat; warmth and lust in the shade of red were decorating the room, and the orange glitched tint was illuminating the perfect parts of him and you. 

He goes from a painfully slow to a pleasurably fast pace, no mercy he was showing, abusing your little cunt with his big thick dick, driving all the pleasure out for himself as he should, while giving you exactly what you wanted. So good. It feels so good to finally have him inside you, using you, destroying you to only mend you as whole, as his. 

He's fucks you so right.

He lifts his body up a little, supported by his hands over you, looking at your contoured face. He slaps your cheek playfully in an attempt to get you to open your eyes and look at him while he fuxks the shit out of you. He grabs your hands and pins them behind your head. Oh, he knows you are going to come, but it doesn't make him stop or slow down. He continues fuxking you harder and harder until you come undone under him. Your body convulses. Waves of pleasure travel through your nerves, hitting your brain. Your vision go black and, for a brief moment, you lose complete sense of reality, being in a state of complete euphoria. You've never had an orgasm like this before.

And the best part of it all is that he doesn't stop. 

He's drilling in and out of you at a monsteric pace. Your body writhes under him, trying to squirm its way out of his grip, but all these go in vain when his fingers wrap around your dainty neck, applying only the right amount of pressure to hold you down and keep your body fixed in its place. 

When he loses control, his merciless pace becomes even more merciless, banging his head hard, fast, and deep all at once. His thrusts became sloppy and rushed. Chasing after his high, he goes feral. You watch him clench his jaw in pleasure, the sweat rolling down making his hair stick to his skin, his low grunts and humming sound. He's trying to contain himself. What a sight. It makes you want to cum again. 

The pleasure starts building at the pit of your stomach again. You wrap both your hands around his hand, the one that was choking you, while rocking your hips back and forth, trying to match him, looking into his eyes, speaking with an unspoken language. 

And that's how he fuckls you into believing that you are enough, for him and for yourself. That you are capable of being loved and taken care of. That even if you're messy and stupid and dumb, you're still perfect. That you can let go and you can trust. That you can be.

Be his.

And then he explodes inside of you. He couldn't be more grateful, couldn't be more precise in saying that his wait was worth it. You were worth it. He rubs you into your third orgasm. And after that, nothing was like it was before. 

All of you changed. 

All of you changed when he kissed you and told you that he loved you so much. All of you changed when you saw him clean you up in the after hours. All of you changed when he fell asleep beside you, taking you into his arms. 

All of you changed when you met him for the first time.

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did not proof read, but hope u liked it, The constructive criticism is accepted here, do leave a follow ~

[hyunverse]

hi my love! i’ve slowly been getting into skz fics so i’ve been watching you from afar for a little while now and reading your amazing fics (i have so many in my liked posts, waiting to be read - i promise i’ll get to them soon 🙏)

i just wanted to say congrats on 5k and i was hoping i could join your event !! it’s such an adorable idea and sounds like so much fun hehe <33

my ideal date is something unplanned, romantic, and childish. i’d love to go to an arcade and play all the games and lose track of time and later maybe we could go out for ice cream on a late night drive with no destination in mind or we could stop at the beach and it’d be cold so he’d give me his jacket while we walk around and talk about everything and nothing under the stars 🤭

sorry for being a hopeless romantic anyway, just wanted to say i love your fics and i look forward to getting through your masterlist eventually <33

— the cupid's heard your wish, your match is yang jeongin .ᐟ

note: ahhh you're so sweet and kind ^.^ thank you so much for the kind words, do take your time to read them!! i hope you'll like them, and that you'll like this <3

playlist...

back to the old house by the smiths ・ because you're pretty by giriboy ・ 18 by one direction ・ bad by wave to earth ・ 10,000 hours by prettymuch ・ dance, baby by boy pablo ・ every summertime by niki

trope...

boy next door trope!! jeongin's the boy next door you've had your eyes on throughout your teenage years. one day you become friends with one of his brothers and with his help you manage to get closer to jeongin. i feel like he gives off such boy next door vibes tbh.

headcanons...

dating jeongin = spontaneous dates. all the time!! if he has time after practise you'll get a call and he'll ask you to dress up and takes you out on a spontaneous date.

due to his tendeancy of having impromptu dates, i think you'll end up discovering a lot of secret spots together. a beautiful pond that overlooks the city, a hidden gem of a cafe in the corners of the city, and instagrammable spots. you name it!! jeongin keeps track of these places to revisit with you.

loooots of time spent in arcades. he gets competitive!!! always either trying to beat you in a game or trying to win you a plushie. either way, you're pretty sure he's used up a lot of his money in arcades.

your instagram game will 100% be upgraded. seriously. jeongin would take so many pictures of you and insist for you to post them because he's so proud to have you <3 occasionally, you'll wake up to see a candid photo of you posted in his instagram story.

losing track of time while hanging out with jeongin is so easy. he's just so comfortable to be around with. some nights, you get to stargaze with him in a field as you lay on his lap and he plays with your hair <3

[lustnluv]

my readers

girls are just for fun not how they actually look like but i’m latina do all my characters are latina….

puppy!reader is a big ball of energy. always has a million art projects that she’s working on. gives her projects as gifts to her friends. goes on the beach to take pictures of animals and her friends. she’s listening to old school drake, miguel, and karol g. rushes into some things headfirst but knows when thinks can be taken too far. she works at the club like jj and he thought she was cute but they never work that many shifts together. very smiley.

three songs that reminded of her and jb are

un beso by aventura

summer on you by prettymuch

no control by one direction

bat!reader is a sarcastic asshole with a heart of gold. more levelheaded then jj by far. usually smoking or working down with her cousin in a mechanic shop. a beach bum down to her core. very protective of her friends. listening to childish gambino, isabel larosa, and anitta. has her own car that was her dad’s and it’s always breaking down and she knows how to fix it but she has a boyfriend for a reason. knows how to level jj out and rile him up.

three songs that reminds me of her and jj

mi carzoncito by aventura

eyes don’t lie by isabel larosa

power trip by j. cole ft miguel

swan!reader is a angel. nice to everybody even the pogues. volunteering at the local library and shelter and giving out money and her leftovers to anybody. likes skincare and makeup. always have the newest stuff. has a cute g wagon but rafe takes her everywhere. listening to lana, rosalia, and taylor. doesn’t work but she gets good grades and wants to be a cosmologist or vet even though rafe doesn’t want her to work. does her own nails already.

three songs that reminds me of her and rafe

luna by bella dose ft danileigh

best i ever had by drake

ashton martin music by rick ross, drake, and chrisette michele

kitten!reader is a flirty little thing who once she got with pope was more loyal then anyone expected. has a resting bitch face and a mean attitude who softens up once pope is around. very overprotective of her friends. listens to bad bunny, becky g, and frank ocean. always dancing at parties. works as a nanny for kooks and is really good with kids. reads very smutty books in her free time and talks a lot once she’s comfortable with you.

three songs that reminds me of her and pope

mayores by becky g and bad bunny

love by kendrick lamar and zacari

thinking bout you by frank ocean

[snugglebug-92]

Mark Estapa x Reader

Based off the song ‘Would you mind’ by PRETTYMUCH

 PG-13 (some lead up to smut)

You walked into the party your roommate had invited you to with rather low standards. The smell of weed and body odor hits your nose as soon as you walk into the living room. Your roommate immediately spots her boyfriend whose basketball team is throwing the party. She drags him to the drink table while you follow slightly behind. She makes two drinks handing one to you before her boyfriend wraps his arms around her resting his head on her chin. She quickly downs the drink before pulling him to the dance floor mouthing an apology to you. You watch the two from a distance until you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You set your now empty cup down ready to much whoever just put their arm around you. Your fist comes into contact with a hand that quickly grabs your fist stopping it from punching them.

“Jesus give a girl some warning next time Duker,” you laugh looking at the boy in front of you.

“If I had known you’d punch me I wouldn’t have brought you a drink,” he laughs handing you an unopened bottle of Mikes. You grab to bottle knocking the top off with your heel before taking a sip. The two of you stand there drinking in peace until you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look around trying to find who was staring at you only to lock eyes with the most penalized hockey player in the BIG 10.

“It appears we have a watcher,” you giggle nudging Dylan to look at the boy. He looks up the catch his teammate's eye before smirking. He knew about Mark’s feelings for you and yours for Mark. The fact you always sat by the box knowing Mark would probably get a penalty. The fact Mark always left a ticket for you even though you thought it was from Dylan. He knew there was no way Mark would admit it unless he felt threatened. He also knew that nothing made mark feel more threatened than your relationship with Dylan. The two of you meet on a tour of the university during your junior year of high school and just clicked. You kept in touch and reunited when you both moved into the dorms your freshman year.

“Do you trust me?” you hear Dylan whisper in your ear. You nod and he takes your empty drink from your hand before throwing both yours and his into the trash. He leads you onto the dance floor placing you flush against him. His hands rest around your middle while the two of you move to the beat of the song. You sing along to the song and the two of you laugh at the dumbest things because neither of you are very sober right now. This last for about 10 minutes before you hear someone call Dylan’s name. The two of you break apart to see Eddy glancing between the two of you and Mark whose grip is practically crushing the can in his hand. You excuse yourself from the two boys going to get another drink you know you will end up needing. You quickly take a shot before grabbing another mike’s and chugging it before grabbing a new one along with a beer for Dylan and Ethan. While you make your way back to the dance floor you notice Mark is no longer on the couch with Mackie and Luke. You look around trying to find him before coming up beside Dylan. You hand both him and Ethan a beer before reattaching yourself to Dylan. Ethan looks between the two of you for a minute with a look of confusion on his face.

“Okay have I drank too much or are you two scheming? I know for a fact that you,” he points at Dylan, “went on not one or even 2 but 4 dates with this girl how you made us all listen to you talk about it for an hour after each date. I also know you,” he points at you, “are practically in love with my roommate who might I add is just as in love with you as you are with him. So, something is up. What is it you two?” the Canadian questions.

“What did you say?” you question.

“I said you two are scheming and that-“

“No about Mark,” you cut Ethan off.

“Shit I wasn’t supposed to say that,”

“Was it true?”

“Yes,” he sighs knowing he just let Mark’s biggest secret out. The only people that knew were Ethan and Dylan. Now the one person he swore not to tell knows. Without saying another word, you break out of Dylan’s arms and go to find Mark. You see him talking to some girl and go to tap his shoulder.

“Can’t you see I’m a little- oh shit sorry,” he apologizes to you completely ignoring the girl. You hear one of your favorite party songs playing and you or the alcohol decide to be bold.

“Do you want to dance with me?” you ask. He nods not trusting his voice. You grab his hand and pull him to the dance floor. He stands behind you. You grab his hands and put them on your hips. You dance for a few seconds before the chorus starts.

“If I pulled you closer, would you mind?” you nod at the boys before he pulls you flush against his front. He moves his hips in sync with yours. You continue before he speaks up again.

“If my hands get lower when we grind. Would you mind?” you laugh before turning around quickly enough that he doesn’t have enough time to react which results in his hands being on your ass. You smile at him innocently before looping your hands around his neck. You stare up at the boy while playing with the ends of his hair. Song after song you dance with each other until the two of you hear a bunch of people chanting ‘fight fight fight” you both take that as your queue to leave. The two of you walk out of the house hand in hand all the way to his house.

“I guess this is where we part ways.” You sigh.

“You could always stay. You’ve been over how many times.”

“Okay, I’ll stay.” You walk into his house and sit on the couch. He turns the tv on and pulls you so you’re in his lap. You rest your head on his chest contently while his thumb draws circles on your thigh. You turn around and smile at the boy. He moves his hand up to cup your check.

“If I kissed you, would you mind?” he questions a little nervous this time. You nod before connecting your lips with his. He freezes for a second still slightly in shock at the fact this is finally happening. You pull away slightly afraid of what just happened. Right as you start to pull away his lips meet yours with more force. This kiss isn’t nervous like the last. It’s more forceful. You kiss him back with just as much force and his hands move down to your hips. Your hands move to his hair as the two of you slowly start making out. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and his hands find their way under your shirt. Your hand slowly inches its way down to the hem of his shirt and you gently tug hoping he will get the hint. He pulls away removing his shirt. You lean back on the couch to stare at the man in front of you. Sure, you had seen him shirtless plenty of times but never like this. You run your hands up his arms and down his chest tracing his abs.

“You see something you like baby?” he smirks knowing you very well see something you like. You grab his chain pulling his lips back to yours. This kiss is a lot more clashing teeth and a lot hungrier than the last ones. The two of you fight for dominance before Mark wins flipping you over and breaking the kiss to move down your neck. Your head falls back against the couch went he hits a particularly sensitive spot. Liking the reaction he starts sucking at the spot earning a moan from you. His lips move their way down to your exposed collarbone while yours start to undo his belt. After about the third try you finally succeed and pull it off throwing it somewhere in the direction you thought his shirt went. You palm him through his jeans causing him to groan against your skin. His hands move the strap of your top to the side giving him more access. Your hands start to fumble with the button of his jeans which causes him to pull away from you.

“Baby are you sure this is what you want?” he questions cupping your face. You look him in the eyes while nodding.

“Words baby. I need you to say it.”

“I’m okay with this Mark.”

“We should go to my room then.”

“Okay.” He picks you up and carries you to his room. You take your time slowly mouthing his jaw before finding his sweet spot. He almost drops you when you start to suck the spot right below his pulse point. He makes his way to his room and sets you on his bed before taking his jeans off.

“I think you’re wearing too many layers baby.”

“Whatever Estapa,” you giggle throwing your tank at him. When he sees the lace bra, you’re wearing he groans.

“Baby you don’t even understand the things you do to me.”

“Oh, I have a pretty good idea handsome,” you gesture to the bulge barely hidden by his boxers.

“You’re in for it now,” he whispers into your ear. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer. Before slotting your lips against his.

When you wake up the next morning your pillow is a lot warmer and firmer than it usually is. You snuggle into the newfound warmth until you hear a camera shutter and an ‘oh shit’. You shift to sit up before Mark rolls on his back trying to stop you from moving.

“Don’t leave yet baby. Give me five more minutes and I’ll make you pancakes.” His voice sounds more horse in the morning than it normally does. You cuddle back into Mark rolling your eyes knowing he’s going to get chirped by his roommate for what he said earlier.

“I’m not that easy to get rid of,” you laugh.

“Good, it would suck if the girl of my dreams broke up with me after the first night.”

“So, I’m your girlfriend now?” you question.

“I mean I kinda thought after last- “you cut him off with a kiss.

“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend handsome. Those pancakes you promised sound pretty good right about now.” He laughs before rolling out of bed grabbing you some clothes to put on while putting some of his own back on. The two of you walk downstairs to see his roommates all sitting at the kitchen counter staring at them.

“What are you all sitting here for?” Mark questions. The 4 boys look at each other before one of them finally speaks up.

“We heard something about pancakes, and we all want some,” Mackie says laughing.

“Oh my gosh, you guys heard that.” Mark buries his face in your neck embarrassed.

“A few of the boys also say congrats on finally growing a pair and getting the girl.” Ethan laughs as Mark groans burring his head even further into your neck.

“It’s okay honey. They’re just teasing you.” You say pulling his face out to look at his. He pulls out of your arms to start to make the pancakes he promised.  As he finishes plating the last few and handing them to the boys, he gets a call. He walks out of the room to answer the call only to rush back in a few seconds later.

“You guys sent a picture of us to the group chat,” he groans before trying to hide in your arms. The boys just laugh at him before eating the pancakes he made. You roll your eyes at the boys before giving your boyfriend a quick kiss. You sit down and start to eat the pancakes while Mark sits next to you eating his pancakes.

[hwajin]

hi kathy! I'm here for the music asks 💌

I would like to know 4, 11, 15, 21, 29, 30 ♡⸝⸝

hi babe!! i'm sorry this took so long to answer i thought about every question METICULOUSLY this was so important to me 😭😭😭

4. three songs that you know thanks to your parents

Più che puoi — Eros Ramazzotti, Cher; i remember listening to that song all the time when i was little, my mom used to love it SOO much, it evokes such nostalgia 😭😭

Careless Whisper — George Michael; mom's obsessed with that song and i can't blame her tbh

Группа крови — Kino; a very old system-critisizing russian song my dad loves to this day LMAO, his and my music taste are vastly different so that's the only song we actually both like and listen to jfjejd

11. three favourite songs from movie or TV series soundtrack

Mystery of Love — Sufjan Stevens

Step Up — Samantha Jade; fav movie fav soundtrack 😍

so unserious but the riff-off in pitch perfect 1, yes i'm counting that as a song idc i love it 😭

15. three songs you want to dance with your love to

U Must Be — Gina Rene; step up again but i love this song SOOO much and the scene in the movie is my fav ever if i ever danced with the loml (hyunjin) to this i would die

Falling In Love — Cigarettes after Sex

Angel Baby — Troye Sivan

21. three songs of your childhood

these are gonna be so so SO random 😭😭

Vom selben Stern — Ich + Ich

Salut — Joe Dassin

Danza Kuduro — Dom Omar, Lucenzo 😭😭😭

29. three songs that influenced you most (some songs change or save lives)

Life of the Party — Shawn Mendes; so cheesy but that song turned my life upside down for me omg, made me view music differently and firstly made me a fangirl 🤞

Amnesia — 5 Seconds of Summer; can't explain how often i cried to this song and how fucking insane it was to see it live, changed my entire life fr

God's Menu — Stray Kids; got me into kpop/ skz and my life has never been the same ever since 🗣🗣🗣 i have that song to thank for bringing me hyunjin, forever grateful 🙏🙏🙏

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above)

Blind — PRETTYMUCH

urs — NIKI

Heaven Angel — THE DRIVER ERA

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Username tag game

Thank you sm to @startrekfangirl2233 for this mention/tag <333

Rules; pick a song for each letter of your username/url.

This is gonna be a long one

God’s menu by stray kids (obviously)

I want war by Kali Uchis

Redbone by Childish Gambino

Limbo by Keshi

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Ivy by Frank Ocean

No scans by Frank Ocean

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Teddy Picker by Arctic Monkeys

Heaven by Roy Kim and EZ Kim (OST of Goblin)

Eyes off you by PRETTYMUCH

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Cupid by FIFTY FIFTY

Hummingbird by Metro Boomin and James Blake

America has a problem by Beyoncé and Kendrick Lamar

Infurnami by Steve Lacy

Revolving door invites you to dance by Roy Young Sim (OST of Extraordinary Attorney Woo)

Silk and cologne by EI8HT and Offset

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Valentina by Daniel Caesar

Open arms by SZA and Travis Scott

Is it a crime? By No Guidance

Double take by Dhruv

No pressure tags!!;

@tongue-like-a-razor @bussyslayer333 @bradshawsweetheart @romansbloodbrick @birdy-bat-writes and anyone else who wants to join!!

[ynwgdj]

DECEMBER 2022

this is a general reading so take only what you think resonates!

(#) PILE 1

this month is all about trying to find your way out, mainly in your inner world! this doesn't mean that you should ignore what your inner self wants, it's more about how you can embrace both the inner and outer world - just be yourself, do whatever you want to feel better good. if staying at home makes you happy, then do just that :)

"leave it up to you ... before we hit the road if you ain't ready to go, just tell me that you're sure" — UP TO YOU; prettymuch, feat. nct dream

($) PILE 2

it's your time to shine! there might be many tasks / things you must first finish and juggle which may bring you some sort of stress, but do not worry, look inside yourself and find peace (^ ^) take time to yourself everyday and do some meditation! and when all these struggles and stress pass by, everything you've ever wanted / worked so hard for will be yours <3

"the wonderful words dancing in my head, it's yours" — IT'S YOURS; nct dream

(&) PILE 3

unlike the previous two teams, pile 3 is having fun more in the 'outer' world! you guys may meet someone new that you might not like at first because of how different you guys are (enemies to lovers vibes), and they know exactly how to piss you off >:( but don't be afraid, just let go and have fun, enjoy the fun in life once in a while and vou'll see a whole new world

"said I had a dirty mouth, but she kissed me like she meant it" — BEST SONG EVER; one direction

[thatonesimpforlegiteveryman]

I can't take my eyes off of you (Cole x Ashlynn)

The OC in this belongs to me 💜

This also takes place during Season 8 so slight spoilers if you haven't seen it yet

In and out. In and out. Ashlynn had to remind herself to watch her breathing. There were a lot of emotions floating around on the Bounty. The Jade Princess had joined them for the time being, but she wasn't sure how she felt about her being there. Master Wu was still missing and the team was still getting used to not having him around. Every day was getting harder, and the current loom of a gang at large was making Ashlynn's stress worse.

Taking in the quiet rustle of the trees in the night air, Ashlynn felt her worries melt slowly. Playing music in her headphones, she swayed slowly, the clouds following her movements. She almost missed the heavy, yet quiet, footfalls behind her. She turned her head only to catch a glimpse of her old friend, the Earth Ninja himself.

"Ah, sorry am I bothering you?" Cole whispered, being wary of the others.

"No, though if I had to be interrupted I would have preferred it to be you." she answered, a rare smile creeping across her face.

Cole joined her in watching the moon and the stars. Although it was a cloudy night, it was beautiful. They stood there in comfortable silence for a few moments, Ashlynn soaking in the serenity, Cole soaking in Ashlynn's soft smile.

Cole studied Ashlynn's face for a moment, watching how the moonlight sculpted her face, how her eyes contrasted the night sky.

"Do I have something on my face?" she finally asked after allowing Cole to look at her for a bit.

"Oh! No, I just can't take my eyes off you.".

His words startled Ashlynn, causing her to stumble back a bit. She looked back at him, sticking one of her earbuds into his ear and grabbing his hand. The two of them swayed together, the clouds whirling around, the earth rumbling lightly.

They danced until the sun began to rise, talking and giggling all the while. As the other ninja began to wake up, the two finished their little night meet.

"Dance with me again sometime?" Cole asked, still holding Ashlynn's hands in his.

Ashlynn had no need to answer. She pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him, being pulled closer by her waist. They stayed in each other's arms until the memory of their night together was imprinted in their skin.

[jenli-leleesss]

❝ Song Prompts ❞

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1. Phases by PRETTYMUCH - “I’ll practice my patience while you’re getting wasted, til fate brings you home, I’ll wait through your phases, you’ll shuffle through faces like songs in your playlist…”

2. That’s How You Like It by Beyoncé - “The way you smile, I like the way you are, the way you ain’t, I like your honesty, integrity, it levels me, so please don’t ever change…”

3. The Butterfly Effect by Ryan Hemsworth - “I let down my walls, if we both fall it’s the butterfly effect”

4. I’ll Be Your Mirror by Velvet Underground - “I find it hard, to believe you don’t know the beauty you are, but if you don’t, let me be your eyes. A hand to your darkness, so you wont be afraid.”

5. Peach by Kevin Abstract - “I’m not the type to tell my homies about ya. . . If you tell me to, I’ll try to make it all not as hard, if you let me through, I ain’t sign up for no bullshit.”

6. D.T.M by Hope Tala - “You pulled me under, I want to let you go, I told you that we lost our way, too broken to bend, said we could still be friends.”

7. Act Up by Terry Presume - “I wont be the reason why your heart broke, even though my love is icy.”

8. Losing Focus by THEY. - “I’m losin’ focus, now my friends are askin’ what’s wrong, girl, we been together so long, gotta get this under control, you got me losing my focus, don’t know what you do to me, I’m slowly losing my passion for all the important things.”

9. Nothing Has Changed by The Polar Boys - “Even when I’m old and blue, I’ll think about my time with you, just break the clock and make it stop, I miss it when we talk a lot.”

10. Way Too Long by Nathan Dawe - “Been way too long, since you’ve been gone, it’s been way too long, come see me, please.”

11. Dark Red by Steve Lacy - “Don’t you give me up, please don’t give up, honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby.”

12. Losing You by Solange - “I know you’re waiting for the worst that you can get from me, just treat me good and baby I’ll give you the rest of me.”

13. Vibration by Fireboy DML - “I love the way you move it, I can feel the vibration, of your body moving.”

14. Bad by Wale & Rihanna - “Is it bad that, I never made love, no, I never did it. I’ll be your bad girl. ‘Cause I have some issues, I won’t commit.”

15. wdubi by Baro Sura - “All i got is you, and you are all I need, and tell me all your secrets, what do you believe in?”

16. Moody by maye - “You do me, when I’m feelin’ moody, we don’t say excuse me when we fight, you seduce me, when I’m feelin’ moody, you know how to do it, just right.”

17. emiliana by CKay - “I be on my business, shawty, but you be on my mind shawty. Kiss me through the cellular, kiss me through the phone. Can’t you see I’m into ya? Can’t you see I’m in love?”

18. What I Know Now by THEY. - “I’ve been numb for so long, wanna feel something. Look in the mirror, I don’t like who I’m becoming. I don’t know my place, I done lost my way, think that I wont break. Nobody really knows how I keep it all inside, this feelings gettin’ old now.”

19. Primetime by Janelle Monáe - “When you’re down and it’s hard, and you feel like you’ve given your all. Baby, our love will always keep it real and true. ‘Cause, baby, it’s a primetime for our love, and heaven is bettin’ on us.”

20. Need Your Love by Curtis Harding - “I feel so blue, without you, girl, I need your love. That’s why I’m down, you’re not around now, I need your love.”

21. Calm Down by Rema & Selena Gomez - “Yeah, I know I look shy but for you I get down. Dance with me and take the lead now, lead now.”

22. ALL I KNOW by Gia Woods - “Even when you fall in love completely, times can get harder. When something isn’t going sweetly, we’ll take it on together. When life asks a million questions, we’ll find the answers.”

23. Femme Fatale by Velvet Underground - “Here she comes, you better watch your step. She’s going to break your heart in two, it’s true. She’s going to smile to make you frown. Little boy, she’s from the street, before you start you’re already beat. ‘Cause everybody knows, she’s a femme fatale.”

24. Sweet Dreams by Beyoncé - “You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare, either way I don’t wanna wake up from you.”

25. Don’t Dream It’s Over by Lauren Daigle - “They come, they come, to build a wall between us, we know they wont win. Don’t let them win…”

26. Broken by THEY. - “We fall in love, you does the most, but I question it all ‘cause I’m still broken, he gets tired, then he leaves, then I cry, better being friends to avoid the pain, I say I’m okay I’m not.”

27. Warm by Dre’es - “Moving fast but I wanna go faster, little afraid it’ll be a disaster. But I know I don’t wanna crash without you. You’re the one that makes me come alive.”

28. This Tornado Loves You by Neko Case - “This tornado loves you, this tornado loves you, what will make you believe me?”

29. When R U Coming Home by Anna of the North - “I heard you met somebody new, but boy you know she’s not for you. I can picture you now, easy riding in your car, with the windows down low. Wonderin’ if you’re near or far? Are you still playin’ our song? You are my only one, so when are you comin’ home?”

30. Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez - “I want you in my arms, oh, let me hold ya, I’ll never let you go again like I did, oh, I used to say, ‘I would never fall in love again, until I found her.’ I said ‘I would never fall unless you I fall in to.’”

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send one of the prompts in for a little blurb . . . ⭒

[eyesthatroll]

SONG LYRICS to inspire blurbs

“girl i’ve tried again and again, to give you all of me, but you deny.” sonder — feel

“scares are souvenirs you never lose. the past is never far..” goo goo dolls — name

“when you speak it drugs me—you’re painting my grief, in watercolors.” graham riley — watercolors

“if i, ever start to think straight—this heart, will start a riot in me.” paramore — that’s what you get

“if i gave you the ocean, you’d complain bout’ the waves.” fiji blue — waves

“and now my bitter hands, cradle broken glass, of what was everything.” pearl jam — black

“no matter where i go, i’ll never have control.” the neighbourhood — paradise

“you sent me letters—oh they smell like your perfume.” lany — 4ever!

“mother earth done gave us all a gift, she made you perfect.” mac miller — ROS

“even if it isn’t real i wanna hear it, pour my heart out on the floor and now it’s leaking.” the kid laroi / corbin — not fair

“pardon me, while i burst, into flames” incubus — pardon me

“slight hope, it dangles on a string—like slow spinning redemption.” dashboard confessional — vindicated

“you’re doing acrobatics with your body, let the money fall like those leaves” chase atlantic — escort

“call it magic, cut me into two. and with all your magic—i disappear from view.” coldplay — magic

“in your shadow, i found the place to hide me from my own thoughts. and if i ever got lost, you’d find the way to bring me home.” koven — gold

“lately, you’ve been stingy with your time. got me wonderin’, i’m wonderin’ if i’m on your mind.” rihanna / future — loveeeeeee song

“sex with you is like i’m dreaming and i just wanna hear you scream again.” lil peep — spotlight

“i’m only human, of flesh and blood—i’m made.” the human league — human

“i really meant well from the start. take a broken man right in my hands and then put back all his parts.” halsey — you should be sad

“peach color, moon glistens, the plot thickens. as we laugh over shotguns and tongue kisses.” miguel — coffee

“could be stronger than vibranium, don’t mean that i ain’t fragile. grapple with reality to break out of these shackles.” brockhampton — san marcos

“you took a hammer to these walls. dragged the memories down the hall.” daughtry — over you

“my heart skipped a beat when i saw your face, and i wouldn’t say i’m lost—i’m just misplaced.” a story told — weather

“wasted every night, gone for every song, faded every night, dancing all night long—drunk all summer.” zayn — dRuNk

“high on words, we almost used, we’re fireworks with a wet fuse. flying planes with paper wheels, to the same achilles heels.” zedd / matthew koma / miriam bryant — find you

“i bet my shirt feels good up on your skin, i bet you love to feel like giving in.” prettymuch — one shot

“think about you everyday i feel it’s finally safe to say that you could be the one to rescue, me” witt lowry — rescue

honestly, this is quite random and maybe just a few of my favorite lines from some songs i really like, but uh if you get inspired by any of these and write something, i’d love a dt (not required obviously) but i’d love to read your work! i also might do a part ll but i’m not sure :]

[ambietwice]

( ꈍᴗꈍ)... AMBIE'S PLAYLIST

• pov - ariana grande

• off my face - justin bieber

• don't wanna cry - seventeen

• ghost - justin bieber

• only - lee hi

• love poem - iu

• heatwaves - glass animals

• angel baby - troye sivan

• try again - jaehyun

• at my worst - pink sweats

• gone - rosé

• eyes off you - prettymuch

• best part - her

• sure thing - miguel

• pink & white - frank ocean

• my time - bts

• one day - monsta x

• peaches - kai

• weekend - taeyeon

• golden - harry styles

• heartbeat - bts

• sometimes - ariana grande

• touch it - ariana grande

• _world - seventeen

• fine - taeyeon

• blue flame - astro

• talk that talk - twice

• queen of hearts - twice

• the feels - twice

• fancy - twice

• feel special - twice

• trouble - twice

• brave - twice

• what is love - twice

• eight - iu

• mind over matter - young the giant

• sparks - coldplay

• bloom later - jesse

• lo que siento - cuco

• hey jude - the beatles

• god is a woman - ariana grande

• maria - hwasa

• dahlia - gidle

• happiest girl - blackpink

• am i ready - lizzo

• under my skin - taemin

• move - taemin

• into the i land - iu

• case 143 - stray kids

• taste - stray kids

• really really - winner

• charmer - stray kids

• euphoria - bts

• red lights - stray kids

• yes or yes - twice

• as if it's your last - blackpink

• just right - got7

• hello - twice

• dance the night away - twice

• I can't stop me - twice

• sleep - maddox

• cassette - demian

• can't you see me - txt

• good days - sza

• stand by me - ben e king

• the few things - jp saxe

• rollin - brave girls

• fake love - bts

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