#so bare with me here. im trying T_T

[rangertowerdefensesimulator]

wow ! design concepts for both the white lord and the red lore ... ehehehe ... i was going to do the yellow lord and black lord but god... i think ill do smaller rougher sketches next time because this took me AWHILE.

[thegoldencontracts]

What Do You Want?

Summary: You try to approach Azul with an offer. His response is- odd, to say the least.

Notes: My heart wants fluff to make up for the angst yesterday... im sorry T_T

The moment you'd first seen Azul, you thought he was pretty. Then, you started noticing other little cool things about him. And before you knew it, you had a crush.

"You're- so stupid!" Ace said with a laugh. "You actually think Azul Ashengrotto would ever like anyone? Best outcome is, he tries to scam you but you barely manage to win."

"I've got a point-card!" You said cheerily. "And I've made a rough outline of what I want my contract to look like."

The 'outline' was only one sentence, but Ace didn't need to know that.

At that moment, though, Ace's eyes widened.

"You're actually gonna do it?" He said, the grin fading from his face.

"Yeah," you said. You were going to try and make a contract with him, see what happened. Maybe it wouldn't work out. But hey, you'd never know if you didn't try!

Besides, you had a plan. And that plan was what brought you to the VIP room, a golden point card in hand.

"Ah, what a pleasant surprise it is to see you here!" Azul said with a salesman's grin that somehow still looked cute. "I was under the impression you couldn't afford point-cards."

You laughed.

"It's lovely what happens when you make people compensate you for your labor," you said. And it was true. Telling people you'd do something for a free meal at the Lounge got you point cards and food witthout any complaints. For some reason, people were more willing to do that than give you the money straight-up, even if the expensive meals usually meant they'd have to pay more. Whatever.

"Oh," Azul said, before quickly changing the topic. "So what exactly is your desire?"

You smirked.

"Azul," you said. "Considering the ranking of the Golden card, that means you have to accept any contract I propose, so long as it doesn't pose direct harm to your mental or physical wellbeing in some way, shape, or form, correct?"

Azul's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Correct, however, you're forgetting-"

"The impact limit, yes," you said. "If the wish in question requires maiming, killing, or mentally scarring any individual, whether or not you agree to grant it becomes a decision entirely at your discretion."

At this point, Azul was looking at you like you'd grown two heads.

"Your point is...?" He asked.

"I won't have to make any other payment for my wish then, correct?" You said. You knew how these exchanges worked, and you did not want to get scammed.

Azul bit his lip.

"Fine, fine, you 'win', I suppose. Just- tell me what exactly it is you desire," he said.

You smiled, handing him a piece of paper with the draft of your contract on it. Azul's eyes widened in shock at its contents.

'Be my friend!' it said.

"Sooooo, what do you think?" You asked.

Azul shot you a glare. Harsh.

"What do you want?"

"I already told you- well, wrote to you, I guess, but-"

"No," Azul said, voice dangerously level. "What do you truly want?"

"Be my friend!" You said, flashing him a thumbs up. But Azul was still angry. Did he just hate you or something?

"I don't appreciate such juvenile attempts at mockery," he said. "If you have no true wish to make, then I shall have you escorted out."

You sighed. Seriously, this was getting annoying. Did he want to avoid you that badly?

"Look," you said. "I already laid it all out - you should try being my friend! And if you don't like it, then you stop! Simple as that, right?"

Azul scoffed.

"That's preposterous," he said. "No one would ever want such a thing-"

"Well, I want it," you said, before sighing. "Look, is it really that big of a deal?"

At that, Azul seemed to malfunction, like he couldn't possibly comprehend what you were saying. That was weird. Why wasn't he happy? Wasn't he going to try and scam you or something?

At long last, Azul shook away the red dusting his cheeks, handing you a pamphlet.

"Take this for now," he said. It was a study guide for Alchemy. "And keep the point card. I'll continue my inquiry tomorrow during lunch, so prepare yourself. Now then, leave."

"Great! See you tomorrow lunch then, Azul."

You took the study guide and headed for the exit. The study guide was pretty good, actually. And there was that little chibi doodle with hearts around it - you didn't know where it came from, but it kind of reminded you of yourself!

So, hey, it seemed like things were going pretty well.

Meanwhile, Azul was in a panic.

"The Prefect's caught on, I'm certain of it!" He said to Floyd and Jade, furiously flipping through his book of contingency plans for any type of social situation gone wrong. "Why else would such an odd request be made of me?"

Floyd rolled his eyes.

"Cause Shrimpy wanted to be your friend?" He said.

"No one would ever desire such a thing!" Azul said. "The Prefect's found out about that foolish little crush of mine, and decided to make a fool out of me. There's no other explanation!"

It was a sensible explanation, wasn't it? Common, too. It had happened to Azul all the time back then. He simply had to make sure he didn't slip, that he established consequences for all those who attempted to mess with him now.

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of Jade's laughter.

"What seems to be the matter, Jade? Do enlighten me," Azul asked dryly.

"You made an error in your panicked frenzy with the Prefect, that's all," Jade said. "The study guide you gave was the one with the doodles."

Azul felt his mouth go dry.

"W-What?"

"The one filled with countless doodles of your little crush, surrounded by hearts."

O-Of all the study guides, why that one?

Seven, how he wished to crawl into an octopus pot right now. But for now, all he could settle for was burying his face in his hands, left alone with his thoughts as he tuned Jade and Floyd out entirely.

He hadn't believed it, but- what if you were being sincere? What if you truly did want to grow closer to him? Yes, it was true that such a thing had never occurred in the past, meaning an analysis of past trends would seem such a thing impossible, and this sort of trick had been played on him countless times before but-

You seemed oddly sincere about it. And, frankly, he wanted you to be.

Azul couldn't help but sigh. Though it would likely cause him problems later, for now, he couldn't help but let himself hope.

[anton-luvr]

hi ! can i request bf!eunseok giving fem!reader special treatment and friend group!riize realising it and teasing him about it ? thank youu <3

# ANYTHING FOR YOU.

⚝ bf!eunseok x fem!reader | fluff | highschool au, secret relationship au ⚝ note ; im so sorry that this took so long anon T_T im also not sure if its what you were hoping for, so im sorry if its not :') but thank u for requesting! <3

Along with the end of the year, comes final exams, last minute cleaning out your lockers, and of course - school parties.

And with your class being famous for throwing the best school parties, almost everyone in your year had crowded into your classroom.

Tables were pushed aside to make space, only leaving a few in the center for the best game of all - rock, paper, scissors.

But there was a twist, thanks to Sohee's genius but devious mind.

"Whoever loses has to drink my special drink!" he shouted across the noise, waving a plastic cup in the air.

It was definitely special with whatever the hell Sohee mixes in to it.

There was a combination of every soda in the room, along with a spoon of nacho cheese, a splash of chili sauce, dumplings stolen from Anton's lunch, pizza crumbs, and a concerning amount of pickles.

Not only did it smell disgusting, it also looked disgusting.

But hey, you only live once.

So here you were, up next after Wonbin to play the game against Sungchan, who had been winning five games in a row.

"Hey, are you sure?" Eunseok whispers, gently tugging you back towards him by the elbow.

"Yeah, why?" you ask, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Well, don't get me wrong, but you usually lose in rock paper scissors." your boyfriend says sheepishly, laughing when you jokingly punch him in the stomach.

"I'll win this time, just watch." you boasted, practicing your skills by throwing random signs in his face to show just how prepared you were.

"Sure, you'll totally win." Eunseok teases, pinching your cheek lightly.

You'd punch him in the stomach again, but Sohee announces that it's now your turn.

"Wish me luck!" you squeal before walking up to the table, a determined smile on your lips.

"Ready to lose?" Sungchan asks, looking relaxed.

You scoff, stretching your hand out. "You should ask yourself that question." you retort, challenging him.

"Alright, Sungchan vs Y/N! Start!" Sohee shouts, making another cup of his special drink for the loser.

Things get intense the moment Sungchan starts the game off, the brown haired guy mumbling the chant before throwing out the sign of his choice.

You win the first two rounds, and sweet victory was just one more round away.

Until Sungchan won the following two rounds, the results of your game all relying on the final round.

Your lips are pursed together nervously, confidence slipping away as you try to focus harder.

"Rock, paper, scissors... shoot!" he shouts, and you throw a scissor sign.

Sungchan throws out a rock sign at the same time, instantly winning over you while everyone screamed in surprise and disappointment.

Dread fills your chest when you realize you have to drink Sohee's special drink, the boy already making his way over to you with the cursed plastic cup in his hands.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" the crowd cheers as you take the cup from Sohee, shifting nervously on your feet.

You peer cautiously into the cup to see a marshmallow from god knows where floating above the greyish-brown liquid, a smear of chili sauce at the side while a bittersweet smell hit your nostrils.

"I added more things! Enjoy!" Sohee sings out before joining in with the crowd to cheer you on.

All you can do is sigh and take a deep breath, eyes closing shut to prepare yourself for the mess you got yourself into.

But the cup has barely touched your lips when you feel someone snatching it right out of your hands, and your eyes fly open to see Eunseok downing it all in one go.

The crowd cheers even louder, screams of 'That's so sweet!' and 'He's so cool!' bouncing off the walls.

You're still blinking in shock as he sets the cup down on the table, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand.

"Not bad." he says casually, shrugging.

The crowd just about loses it at this, and you see people shoving Sohee around and telling him to amp up on the next drink.

"No, no, wait!" he shrieks, waving his arms around for everyone to shut up.

"Why'd you drink it for her? She was going to drink it." he asks, eyebrows raised suspiciously at his best friend.

Eunseok freezes with an awkward smile, face slowly turning red as he tries to come up with an explanation.

"I-I just wanted to try it. That's all." he coughs, eyes glued to the floor.

"Really?" Seunghan butts in, smirking at the both of you. "You and Y/N are starting to look like the fire hydrant outside."

"Well, it's hot in here!" you protest, fanning at your flushed face.

"Yeah, and the drink might make her sick!" Eunseok adds.

The crowd lets out an amused 'Ooooh!' at this, and it's Shotaro's turn to say something.

"Don't you think the drink might've made Wonbin sick too? But you didn't drink it for him. What, are the both of you dating?" he teases, giggling.

"Well, so what if we are?" You blurt.

Eunseok turns to look at you so fast, you could hear a small snap go off in his neck.

Everyone starts screaming at this, the noise making you wince.

"You are?" Anton repeats, eyes wide with surprise. "You're capable of love after all!" he cheers, patting Eunseok on the back.

His face turns impossibly redder as he smiles, scratching the back of his head.

"I knew it! I always knew something was going on between the both of them!" Sohee screeches, running over to squeeze Eunseok in a hug.

"Alright, stop bothering them!" Sungchan hollers, knowing the unwanted attention was probably making the both of you slightly uncomfortable. "Who's next?"

He successfully diverts everyone's attention back to the game, and you let out a sigh of relief when the both of you are left alone.

"I'm so sorry about that, I didn't mean to shout it out like that and I was just surprised because you drank it, and I was-"

Eunseok cuts off your ramble with a kiss to the lips, strong and passionate.

"Don't worry about it," he whispers, smiling softly at you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. "It's about time they knew anyway."

His words make your heart race, and you can't help but avoid his intense stare.

"W-Wasn't the drink bad?" you stuttered, trying to change the topic.

He shrugs again, slowly backing you against a corner of the wall.

"It was fine." he says, so close that you could feel his breath against your lips.

"I'd do anything for you." he whispers, and he presses his lips right against yours.

The fact that there are almost a hundred of other people in the room with you fades out of your mind at the feeling of his lips, so warm and so soft but so aggressive at the same time.

It would be embarrassing if you got caught, but as long as it was with your lovely boyfriend, you wouldn't mind.

He'd do anything for you, and you'd do anything for him too.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @keehobaldboy @shawyle @yenart

[hyuk4sbf]

thoughts on txt and somnophilia 👀👀

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ^_−☆

warnings(?):consent is kinda ? implied but sometimes pretty dubious here plz b careful just in case! both parties enjoy it all tho!!!!

gn!reader to the best of my ability w top!txt :p

ANYWAY! one of my fave topics how did u know<3 under the cut cuz i got a lil carried away idk im embarrassed i dont rly like this … its like 4am and i wrote this on my phone k? T_T

> yeonjun who continues to drop not-so-subtle hints that he wants to wake up one morning with ur mouth on his cock. he’ll be ecstatic when u take the bait, rubbing at his bleary eyes as pleasure licks up his body in flames combusting.

and there you are, lo and behold, mouth working over him with eyes heavy and dark, like you’ve just been waiting for him to wake up and see you and your pretty mouth around his hard-on<3 his tongue laps over his parted lips, dry from the night air, before he leans into you and his mouth curves into a sleepy smile.

smooths his palm over the mess of your hair, thumbing over the swell of your cheek before he hums pleasedly, loudly enough that it breaks off into a moan. ‘to what do i owe the pleasure, sweetheart?’ his voice husky and rough, sounding so full of himself like u can’t feel the tremble of his thighs under ur palms— like he hasn’t been practically begging for this :3c

he’ll press his shin up between your legs as best as he can without hindering ur movement, breathlessly grunting how he’ll return the favour when you make him cum in your mouth<3 (+imagine his pretty golden skin under the morning sunlight that peeks through the blinds … phew!)

> soobin who’s just sooooo sleepy, work tiring and exerting him beyond belief poor baby (_ _).｡o○ but!!!!!! :( he misses u so much, misses the intimacy of having u cum in his mouth while his hands hold urs, just misses ur body against his so badly</3

it was like a surge of adrenaline, a rush through his veins when he saw u after such an exhausting shift. has ur reassuring smile always been this pretty? he practically jumps u then and there in the doorway of ur apartment, lips capturing urs with an eagerness rough enough to bruise and swell.

and now… the adrenaline’s wearing off, eyes quite literally fighting to stay open despite the fact that he’s literally inside u. ‘eyes on me, baby,’ you murmur, riding him with ur hands steadying urself on his broad shoulders. it’s not uncommon that the sex will get overwhelming and soobin’s eyes will fall closed— however, the little hum he gives like he’s listening and the way his eyes only just barely open again at ur command makes u realise this is different.

u click ur tongue, chuckling slightly before u go to move off of his lap. soobin’s having none of that, eyes shooting open again and u really see how tired he is up close like this. he whines, louder than he had been most of the night and wrestles an unforgiving grip on ur waist to keep u seated on his cock. ends up pulling u close, eyes already falling snap shut on him again.

‘c’mon bun,’ you’ll urge him with a giggle, joking that ‘you’re falling asleep at the wheel, silly.’

‘don’t care, keep going… missed you so much. use me and make yourself cum…’ ｖ（＾＿＾ｖ）♪

> beomgyu has the biggest kink for being used in his sleep i’ve ever seen (・・?) that one video of him pretending to sleep on stage and wrapping his own hands around his throat? hm!

ask him bashfully if there’s anything he’d want to try in bed and he’s practically leaping to tell u he wants u to take him while he sleeps. god only knows how many opportunities he gives u on the daily, sleepy bear always tired ‘n napping whenever he can :p he wants so badly to wake up w u riding him and ur hand around his throat :<<<

waking up with a head fuzzy, feeling like his whole body is on fire and— oh! there’s you, mouthing over his cock through his pyjama pants, hands pushed up his shirt and thumbing over his nipples.

you want to be disappointed he didn’t sleep through it, pouting a little where u tease his cock, but he looks so incredibly pretty like this too. eyes blinking like he just can’t quite get used to the morning light, chest already heaving under ur touch and face flushed a pretty red hue<3

he whimpers into the otherwise silent bedroom, hands shaking as they come up to cover his face embarrassedly because fuck he is so hard right now.

‘don’t hide, baby bear.’ u smile up at him, cheeky and smug and so so fucking pretty and he’s so gone.

u laugh at the tears in his eyes, although not unkindly. he’s just too cute (〃ω〃) u move upwards, planting urself in his lap and grinding downwards and fuck he really might just cream his pants at this point and you’ve barely even done anything. arousal is one hell of a feeling!

‘please touch me,’ he begs with his lower lip wobbling, a hand smoothing over the curve of ur ass to encourage u to grind harder into him. you coo, pushing his hair from his face.

‘go back to sleep, baby. can’t use you like you wanted so badly if you’re wide awake, hm?’

he’s never conked out faster in his life, maybe he’s even pretending, who knows? :3

> taehyun who wakes you up with head, peeling your pyjamas and underwear down your legs as carefully as he can and spreading u for him like ur a whole meal <333

head between your thighs as he watches the way your eyelashes flutter and eyebrows furrow with every flick and suck of his mouth and tongue against ur sex, so so so aroused for him even when ur not awake ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

he hums against u when u finally wake, moaning so the vibrations cause a jolt in ur pretty thighs that are already in his grasp. his mouth becomes rougher, used with more intent when he feels your trembling hands finally lace through his hair and tug. his eyes never leave yours, even in the dark as u struggle to keep ur head from rolling back into the pillow. ur eyes screwing shut ‘til there’s static behind ur eyelids because fuck how is he so good at this everytime without fail? didn’t he just wake up too?

palms rubbing up and down your thighs to soothe u through the intensity of the orgasm he gives u, something u weren’t exactly expecting at an ungodly hour of the night while the moon still kisses the horizon, about to clock out for the sun to rise.

he’ll press a kiss to ur sex before he pulls away and moves himself so ur face to face, watching the way ur chest heaves as u try to catch ur breath. he grins, incisors peeking through cutely like he didn’t just make u forget ur own name for a good minute. like he’s not literally hard against your hip and ready to go. u can practically imagine the puppy tail wagging behind him excitedly. he pecks ur lips, sharing the taste of you like it’s simply his chapstick.

‘morning, honey.’

> kai who doesn’t really understand at first why u would want that, what fun would sex be if ur not even technically there enjoying it? he’s not shaming u though!! he’d never dream of that and he’s (somewhat) willing to try just for u!

and oh. that’s when he starts to get it

how could he ever resist u when u always look so delectable pressed up against him of the night time, body soft and warm, pliant, against his?

he breathes shakily through the arousal that licks up his spine, ur breath hot and damp where u sleep tucked into the crook of his sensitive neck. it’s what u wanted, he tells himself, you said it’s okay. that u like it. poor baby is caught in a dilemma of morals, but it doesn’t take him long to work himself up into a frenzy and god hmmmm :( he really needs u right this second </3

shifts u over so delicately, so gently because he doesn’t actually want to disturb u, wrapping himself around u so ur secured back in his embrace. and the guilt starts to shift away, a moan falling from ur lips as u rouse briefly, and he’s so hard, why is he so hard?

he doesn’t know if he could start with actually fucking u in ur sleep, so he settles for this— testing the waters by starting to hump against you while u sleep, rhythm picking up and breath hitching in his throat because it just feels so good, you feel so good.

poor pup’s working himself up so bad :( he doesn’t even realise he’s whining and whimpering rather audibly until ur already awake and stroking his hair, pulling him as close as close can be, and murmuring sleepy praises right into the shell of his ear.

make him cum in his pants, yawn and tell him to fuck u properly as u drift back off<3 ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

leave me ur hard thoughts here !<333

[himabyul]

Satan & Violins

I share a lot of similarities with Satan, even when before they canonized something about him; one of them being violinist!Satan😭 In spite of me having a mini identity crisis following the drop of his canon violinist card, i think it makes sense! heres why.

Disclaimer!

1. I have not picked up an instrument in years

2. This is purely bcuz my brain is so busy thinking abt Satan so its kinda rambly. . Pls bare w me T_T

3. THIS IS LONG IM SO SORRY

4. Not too used to tumblr writing just yet sorry if it's messy

(Uploaded on my twitter aswell :D)

The violin and its family, unlike other string instruments (ex. the guitar), doesnt have these little things (that i forgor the name of because im a bad musician) that separates every note. those little separating thingies are the reason why people who dont know shit about playing a key on guitar but memorize musical scales (me) is at least able to strum a simple one octave melody.

Obviously, the two come in with their one difficulty (i prefer the violin myself), but it's a little bit harder to pull that trick with the violin. As you can see, theres not exactly something to tell you where each note begins or where they end. Nothing to determine where is where. You simply have to memorize the placement and the distance between each note. You basically play the violin with Your Gut (1). We'll keep this in mind for now.

Moving on, let's talk about body posture.

Beginner violinist usually directlty face towards the strings when playing, as they aren't used to letting their 'gut' lead the show. However, more experienced players would find no need to do so. A quick glance at Satan's art could tell us he was at least above beginner level to be brave enough to face (us) instead.

When you're not facing your violin, you would usually lean your head towards it, resulting in your ear becoming the closest thing to it- here's a real life example:

Now, if there was anything my teacher warned me before starting violin, is that even without having your ear be the closest thing to it, the strings are already LOUD😭 so its even louder when you alr have ur ear on it. The violin is considered one of the most emotional instruments ever, their lower sound resemble what we use to express sadness in speech. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, you as a player are forced to feel what you're playing. Thus is also why you play the violin with Your Heart (2).

So, how does this tie into Satan? It's no secret that our handsome man is incredibly romantic, and to me if he ever wants to express something to us and making sure the message is clearly received, the equally emotional violin is his best bet! The violin allows Satan to play heartwrenching notes that would quickly be felt by the listener.

Lets get technical.

There's still another side of the violin, as there is another side to Satan. The way you stroke your bow matters, the way you angle it so you'll only hit the notes you want. (thankfully if you mess up, the violin is made to still sound graceful😂). Satan too, is quite the detail oriented person. He is tactical, analytical, observant, a man obsessed with striving to be the perfect one, etc etc. The need of preciseness of the violin is definitely right up his alley. The way you need everything to be correct to be rewarded for a beautiful sound. Idk exactly where I'm going with this but it's basically intelligence meets emotion kinda thing, do you see it too?!?!

In conclusion, the violin is a wonderful instrument that both requires great attention to detail yet is also incredibly emotional and heartfelt, an instrument that requires your gut and heart guide your play without abandoning technique. Satan, the incredibly smart yet fluffy softie, is quite literally made for this and I LOVE HIM for that RAAAAAAHHHH. im normal.

THATS IT RLLY im soooo sorry if it's incredibly messy please have a sugarry picture <3 ily

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

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hello!!!!

just here to say to say that ur works give me the best sadness ever like nose sore, tears welling up but in such a tender n nostalgic way that i wanna sit here n read ur pieces forever. i only found u cause i wanted some good ol’ poly stsg fluff n i was saur happy when i saw the sashisu piece as well!!! im currently on the quest to binge everything so im sorry about the spam likes n reblogs but ARGH! THE FEELS!!!! the way u write all the characters so tender n soft n it goes straight to my heart 🫶🫶🫶

in conclusion, heart is warm, tummy has butterflies, eyes r lowkey swollen, n there’s a smile on my face! thank u so much!!!!

(´∀｀)♡

🥺🥺🥺 HIIIIIII ALLY !!!!!!! i was just about to thank you for your tags on the sashisu fic and then i saw this….. you’re suchhhh an angel i’m gonna WEEP

FIRST OF ALLL never apologize for spam liking or rbing !!!! it makes me so happy !!!!!! T_T knowing that anyone would binge my fics is like . genuinely the best feeling ever i appreciate you soso much.. i’m so happy they could warm your heart!! 🥺 sorry about the tears though . sending satoru and suguru to wipe them away asap !!!!! hang in there!!!!!!!!

AND AND !!!!!! if you like poly stsg fics then you’re in luck :33 cause i’m planning to write another one soon!!!! just . self-indulgent …. hurt/comfort……. because i like the idea of the jjk blorbos tending to their burnt out readers……… BUTTT i hope you’ll enjoy that one whenever i post it 🥺 just gonna leave a snippet under the cut in case you’re interested….!!!!!

silently, tenderly, suguru treats the nosebleed. you’re pliant and defeated, too tired to resist, letting him hold your jaw like it’s made out of porcelain, gently dab the cotton ball around your nose. as soon as he’s pulling away, you fall back on the mattress behind you — turning on your side so that you aren’t facing them. 

”fine,” you hiss, so low they barely hear it. ”fine.”

quietly, you cradle a pillow to your chest. hiding away. sensing their heavy gazes, digging softly into your back; the weight of their insistent worry.

the two men share a look.

satoru is the first to act. moving closer, slow and tentative, leaning over the mattress to ruffle your hair. you just barely resist the urge to swat his hand away, still frustrated and ashamed… but he’s being a lot more gentle than usual. so you let his big palm run over the expanse of your head, almost delicately, without complaint. trying not to melt at the feeling.

then he’s walking out of the room. nudging suguru’s shoulder, in passing, shooting him a glance that he interprets perfectly —

take care of them, okay?

……. i just want them to coddle me 😵‍💫

[judgedarts]

hi!! proud owner of i think 5 atp jojo chibi charms and VERY new artist alley vendor here and i was just wondering, how do you budget/manage costs for non local cons that might have high transportation costs or more expensive tables? do you usually make back what you spent on transport + table/tickets + merch production/ordering + etc at the con or is there a slight loss? this is mainly for my own reference asking someone successful so ty for answering!!!

hey! congratulations on becoming an AA vendor :,) im very honored that you've bought from me before and that you consider me a 'successful' vendor haha!

i'm really passionate when it comes to talking about AA stuff so I'll be putting my answer in the read more since it's pretty long lol!

to be honest, I'm in a very lucky position to be able to travel to conventions beyond the east coast because it can really get expensive T_T i think the most honest answer i can give you is that your first couple of cons most likely are going to be a slight loss for you income wise if you are planning on traveling for a convention - tbh, i generally don't recommend doing a convention out of your state/out of your means if you're very new to tabling. my very first conventions were in driving/public transport distance (i love you new york and new jersey!!!) so i never spent money other than the table cost and ordering product. so if you're starting out and live in a state that has local cons, id HIGHLY recommend doing local events to get experience and cutting down costs as much as you can so you can get the most out of it! if you do intend on doing out-of-state cons because your state doesn't have many small local cons, i totally get it, but again, just try to keep your costs as low as possible. here are some suggestions and things to keep in mind:

1.split costs with a friend

split the table, split hotel fees, split ubers, etc! if you have family/friends in that state, consider crashing at their place for the weekend! maybe treat them to dinner haha

2. save up funds

honestly, there's really no getting around it - you might have to get income from somewhere else besides selling merch @ cons! i worked a part-time job throughout college, did commissions/freelance, and had my store open to save up for cons.

3. remember to deduct all expenses for your business

keep in mind that table fees/travel and hotel fees/products/meals are all deductible. these are considered investments for your business and they're completely necessary for you to run said business so when it comes tax time, you'll be able to breathe a little easier haha.

4. know your limits and be cautious

unfortunately, not all cons are going to be successful or will go your way no matter how much money you pour into it. if you know a convention is going to be out of your means, you can always apply the following year. I've had plenty of cons i couldn't go to because i simply couldn't afford it at the time, but the more money you save up, the more experience you get, and the more connections you make, you'll be able to afford to go and be successful! i'd also do plenty of research about the convention (especially the attendance #s, how previous vendors feel about the con, etc) before you decide to go. 5. have fun!

even though the upfront price can be intimidating, you are still paying the price to travel, visit a city you've never been to, meet new people, fans, your friends, and make connections! not to mention the really inspiring and motivating atmosphere that artist alley can be. i hope that regardless of the money you make you take the time to enjoy the experience to the fullest and appreciate that you are sharing your awesome art with others :,)! i try to make the best out of a con even if i barely make even, and make new friends and connections because trust me, they are so meaningful ^^<3!

besides all that, i highly recommend joining the Artist Alley Network discord if you haven't already - there's a plethora of info, advice, etc that you can take away from there. https://discord.gg/artistalleynetwork i hope this was helpful! if you have any more specific questions I'm more than happy to answer them for you. if they're too specific or i don't feel comfortable answering, i hope you can understand too! good luck with all your AA endeavors - i believe in you and i really hope we will table at the same con soon!

[fiymywings]

i wont drag this out too long i prommy but i just wanna get some of my ymkr thoughts out

the one thing im most sad about ymkr eos'ing is, karma and alma genuinely were one of the better (i wont say one of the best since "best" in context to a very personal disorder that changes person to person is very very subjective) DID reps, esp in mobage

karma isnt this murderous evil dude and he doesnt attack people at random or for fun or anything, hes cold sure but its very clear in story he holds resentment towards the world and himself for being the "evil" that he feels alma cant bare to hold himself and talks a lot about just wanting to disappear once his job is over which i think is smth that resonates with quite a few alters that hold onto the trauma of the system and protect the host both in one

alma isnt scared or afraid of karma either, both because of his own personality and emma's own word that karma isnt a bad guy

i also really liked that switch triggers didnt feel too janky, though it did lead to me also getting jumpscared With emma when karma did show up but i much prefer that over a 10 second thing where someone yells "HES MORBING!!!" or overemphasis on the switch, sometimes switches do feel overdramatic but a lot of the times it just kinda happens

and to reiterate on my point from "karma isnt murderous", while he does attack people in some of the stories, a lot of it is justified in that alma is about to get seriously injured and hes often trying to de-escalate with no results. this is Wildly Different from media where say the alter is killing people to relieve stress (COUGH.) or just attacks people for being mildly annoying (COUGH .) protective alters, surprisingly, tend to be much more harsher or strict on perceived threats than random people! thats their whole job!

i know from experience some people tend to be iffy on the whole two alter only system format but i really truly dont think the alter count really matters, CPTSD does tend to cause more issues with your identity in context to dissassociation but if someone only developed one extra person in their noggin despite everything then more power to them, im Still splitting even in my mid 20's because of horrific depressive episodes alongside me recovering from some other trauma i experienced

this doesnt necessarily make the 2 alter thing Unrealistic, but its a testament to how strong they are at heart and moreover how strong their traumaholder is for having kept themselves together and helping the system move together as only two. obviously some people will also only have some issue with the same trauma while others will develop really bad issues (i.e. alma developing a system from his families death while hollow seemingly only developed OCD tendencies as a trauma response)

i think the difference of circumstance kinda matters here because almas case was a genuine arson due to slander while hollows case was a genuine accident that he holds guilt over unknowingly feeling like if he'd just taken the machines apart the fire wouldnt have happened (speculation! i dont know if he ever actually came to this conclusion yet but ... well :,) )

ANYWAY . going forward due to my lack of knowledge on the main story i hesitate to say i'll continue to write alma and karma's/hollow's story in plot to ymkr, but i cant really bare to leave them behind either, so ill probably just keep writing them with my oc/sona (oc for hollow, sona for alma/karma) and continue developing them within what i can !!! i'll love them forever and no service end will ever change that for me \o/

again, i'll be trying to archive their things, but i will have to do so cautiously because my phone storage isnt infinite...

i don't know, i think i just need some time T_T;; this isnt the only thing i'm kinda grieving the loss of in the span of a few weeks, though as silly as it is considering the game isnt living breathing, because its so personal to me im actually feeling a bit pained about it + the back to back losses is kinda taking a toll on me so i'll just be logging in and doing what i can... ill start archiving in october since i have quite a bit of time to grind and get the last meister pieces to fully max out the recent hollow

[b-b-8]

a list of reylo wips i am tearing my hair otu over

i will come back to update this. probably

why the mockingbird broke (100% complete) - aka delinquent farmstay au. late teens reylo, ben is our resident casual emo delinquent who is being sent to stay on skywalker ranch for a few months as a rehabilitation effort. rey is our plucky farmgirl who lives with uncle luke, tired farmer. i love this because it is almost cottagecore vibes but its more southern/country at heart. lots of bullshit about working in the sun and simple things. rey is very nice and ben has absoltuely no idea how to handle it, he's a wet cat

passenger princess (5% complete) - this is an idea i am Passionate about but have no idea how to execute. all i know is i want some ddlg bullshit and kylo rides a god damn motorcycle. trying to make rey soft but not too soft is kind of a challenge because she's very rough around the edges/hardened by life 2 me. UPDATE: i have not touched this yet i need to do more research, wordcount is 1.5k and probably needs to be rewritten entirely LOL

something borrowed (100% complete) - probably the next thing im posting!! this is a weird one, it's a bride!rey x bridal stylist!kylo modern au where rey is very controlled by plutt and in an arranged marriage to poe, who she mutually has no feelings for. during one of her dress try-ons she meets kylo and he kind of upturns her entire life by existing lol. i think the plot is possibly a huge mess but w/e nobodys paying me for this shit. i need a beta T_T PERFECT AND COMPLETE AND POSTED THANK U KAYLEEEEEEE <33333

t3h 0ff1c3 xD (70% complete? working title rofl) - ok this one is definitely a mess. this is a fake dating/CEO/office romance where benny boy needs to get out of the eligible bachelor auction at the annual company gala and having a fake gf is obv the best way to get that done. enter: new IT girl rey. yes this is contrived yes we are running with it. it was originally A/B/O so dont even come at me UPDATE: ok we are at 19k and still kicking so i'm leaving it at 70% complete.

bloodwork (20% complete) - a repurposed AoT fic :O) we have anesthesiologist rey who is told about a difficult patient. difficult patient alleges he is a demon and needs to get out of the catholic hospital. rey, against her better judgment, sneaks him out after her cross burns his hand. now she is living wit ha demon and that's great. i have no idea where i'm going with this but they fall in love and that's cool too UPDATE: have barely touched this, it's sitting at 8k remarkably

libertine (20% complete idk) - repurposed h******** fic ROFL. rey is a new therapist in a new town in a new apartment with a new neighbor who is very hot and keeps showing up in her dreams. this is an AU where kylo is an incubus and they fall in love too :-) UPDATE: wordcount is 5k and needs to be rewritten bc rey still sounds too much like **** hahahahhahaha

turpentine (20% complete????? do you see where im going with this???) - moar repurposed fic!!!!! idk if this one is going to see the light of day, it's kind of messy. basically artist!ben is in desperate need of a model/muse before a deadline and he sees rey on the street and offers her an obscene amount of money. cue nude modeling and all that bullshit <3 UPDATE: i reread this and hate it and idk what im gonna do. might rewrite the whole thing. wordcount is 4k

dog-gone it (20% complete.) - werewolf au this one is probably getting scrapped too bc i don't like where im going with it. ben ends up trapped in his wolfdog form. rey ends up adopting a scary dog from the pound. hilarity ensues. i just wanted to write werewolf sex UPDATE: i wrote a little bit of this and hate it again. wordcount is 4k

propinquity (70% complete?) - OK HERE IS ONE I AM AMPED ABOUT. i am currently really into this one. omegaverse, starts with them trapped in an elevator and rey inadvertently being sent into heat. they resist the pull of it and lose each other when they get out, but they don't stop thinking about each other for months. turns out it's a small fucking world and they find each other again, and just a bunch of really cute awkward dating shit ensues bc ben is bad at feelings and rey is too. UPDATE: i am CHURNING this one out for no good reason at all??? its at fucking 39k LOLLLLLL!!!!!

tantric (100% complete) - WEDDING NIGHT SEQUEL TO THE PIANO IS NOT FIREWOOD YET THAT IS ALLLLLLLL <3 <3 <3 wordcount is 8.4k

something borrowed smut one shot which is untitled (5% complete and by that i mean it was vaguely planned out lmfao)

thank you for coming to my ted talk. pls feel free to talk at me about any of this it rly helps u_u

[wooyoungisbaby]

i just recently found out that you have an AO3 so i debated commenting on there instead, but this is tradition by now i think ^ u^

The sweater metaphor 🥺 it’s so good. weaters are warm and comforting.

your mouth stuffed full with Wooyoung’s cock.

God. it’s difficult to see others living your dream u_u pfff <3

Want him hard and squirming

that’s a forever-mood when it comes to Woo

only this time, there won’t be any clothes in the way

you and Wooyoung had both asked San to push you tonight

oH WORM??????? 🍿👀

"Takes so little to get her worked up"

“so little”  yeah sooo little, like having a loving, mutually beneficial relationship with two adonis-like men who are fun, kinky, and genuinely care about you. Barely anything at all 💅

Getting close, Sannie

idk why but the way he said this was so cute TAT maybe it’s just the nickname? either way it made me all soft

He hasn’t even tied a single rope around you yet, and already you’re bound to his will.

uh oh simp alert!!  (<- said as if i have not spent the last 6 months screaming into the void about ateez)

Wooyoung whines with a pitiful cry, bucking his hips uselessly at the loss of your mouth.

i am giggling. clapping my gay little hands too. he’s so cuteeeee T oT 

It takes every ounce of willpower to stop yourself from grinding against Wooyoung until he’s trembling in your arms

oh goshhhh she has to be strong for both of them. not only being denied her own pleasure, but not getting to see Woo fall apart either, when it would be so easy to make him. 

San’s dominant exterior softens a little as he works

ack T_T he’s so soft and careful i love himmmm

“No, no fuck, wanna fuck her, wanna fuck you so bad,”

igbyyyyyy he’s so far gone already  fuCK ;n; i may be in love with him. you cant prove anything though. 

“You poor clumsy thing, need some help with that?”

mY HUMILIATION KINK  NOOOOOO  im died. i am lying on the floor completely dead. i love this sm

“Now you can cum.”

bahahah san, absolute troll 

[...] while he palms himself through his sweats, flushed tip peaking up above his waistband. 

…that has NO right to be so hot =A= i nEED him. in my mouf. 

you and Wooyoung could lay here struggling for hours to no avail.

i kinda really wanna see this, at the very least to satiate my desire to see Wooyoung beg, sob, whimper, and lose his actual mind

San’s eyes widen in surprise, the mocking sympathy knocked right off his face. (There is that soft spot.)

brb exploding irl

“Hngh,” Wooyoung groans out, though you suspect he has a whole lot more to say.

of course he does, this is woo we’re talking about, that man is like a waterfall. of worb. he’s being very good about holding it in xDD

hnjdfhjh Woo coming without any more help ;;;; i wanna pet him and tell him he did so good ;;;;;;;;;;;;; 

“Poor Wooyoungie, you just wanted to cum, right?” “Y-yeah,” Wooyoung sniffs

Despite having personally provided some evidence to the contrary, you are not an idiot

The thought slips out of your mouth before it can consult your brain on the matter.

Oh shes just like me fr fr

Wooyoung suddenly goes very quiet, freezing into the kiss.

just had a genuine fanfic oh moment  god damn

“Yeah,” he says softly, “I’m your Sannie.”

how DARE you make me have emotions in the middle of this !!!!!! (affectionate) one moment im having thoughts none of which are in the bible, the next im all… all,

he’s a serious dom but he’s so so soft and genuine and im  TAT 

With calm, amused interest, San watches the outcome of his actions

he’s so hot for this = A=

San gently cradles his head to lift him up from your shoulder. “Woo, are you alright?”

You can only image how sore he is, but his dick still twitches back to life.

[...] breaching your walls.

CHUMEUL CHWO BREAK THAT W--[gets sniped]

He doesn’t even try to move anymore, at the mercy of San’s ruthless pace. 

i jjust think th.  that h That he w he’s the best boy there ever was and his submission is so sweet and beautiful and that he’s so precious for giving it to san so willingly and with so much trust. i will never get enough of how you write sub wooyoung, especially when he’s in this state - wrecked and pliant. 

[...] murmuring sweet praises and even sweeter whines as he chases release. 

need dick from a guy who whines /gen

“There, that’s better isn’t it?” San says, the words wrapped in tenderness.

im exploding + dying by the way. if you even care 😩

GODDDDDDdd the little shower section where they take care of Sannie? 🥺♥️  im so.. i don’t know man. It just feels so good and right that they “gang up” on him to make him feel good. and like allow him to slip into a role where he doesn’t need to be in control but can just let himself relax and let his brain go out the window. im no dom nor a switch, but i can imagine it’s such a nice change of pace after he’s been the one with most of the responsibility so far. (maybe i just assume it takes more out of a person to dom than it actually does? who knows lol xo)

To watch and feel how San rails a helpless Wooyoung into oblivion [...]

“Clone a what now??” San chokes on a cough, his eyes widened in shock as his face goes bright red again.

endlessly amusing to me that San is the dom™ most of the time, but also the most shy out of the bunch xD woo and reader are being menaces and he’s just spluttering and trying to keep up with their shenanigans<3

By the way i'm keeping a doc of all this yelling im doing because i document EVERYTHING, and bc it's under a read-more and i don't want to risk losing it when i inevitably change my tumblr url, or tumblr fuckin... burns and dies. and i thought you might like to have access to it as well! so heres a link :)

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt10

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: You and Wooyoung get tied up again, under slightly different circumstances than last time.

wc: 9.3k

ch. warnings: dom San, sub Wooyoung, sub reader, San gets a lil mean here and there but he’s such a huge softie underneath it all, threesome, objectification, praise kink, degradation kink (@ Wooyoung, ‘slut’ is used 1x) & degradation as praise, blowjob, light choking on cock, orgasm denial, subspace, vaginal / anal fingering, cockwarming sorta, vibrator, DP (vaginal / anal), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, a few spanks, biting & bruises, pain kink, dacryphilia, squirting, creampies, condomless sex w/ IUD, aftercare, nicknames for reader (‘baby’, ‘good girl’, ‘cocksleeve’, ‘(fuck)toy’, ‘cockslut’ & ‘rope bunny’ 1x) (+ a 5 sec mention of shower sex (handjob) w/ lowkey subby San at the very end)

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

additional warning: reader is referred to as ‘little’ 1x, but it’s strictly meant as ‘calling you cute in a lowkey demeaning way’, not a reflection on physical size

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

After your heart-to-heart with San and Wooyoung, nothing changes immediately. Not on the surface, at least.

Like a beloved warm sweater which has its seams reinforced by all your care and effort; it still looks the same on the outside, but less liable to tear or fray. The same patterns are intertwined through your shared lives, but strengthened, solidified.

Of course, the details of how the three of you fit together will need to be figured out in the long run — but for now, you are perfectly happy where you are.

(Especially when ‘where you are’ is, once again, the familiar space of San’s bedroom.)

“That’s it, baby, doing so well,” San hums, enveloping you in sweet encouragement.

He has you on your knees and bent over, your mouth stuffed full with Wooyoung’s cock. One of San’s large hands runs up and down your back, the other rests on your waist. Strong fingers dig into the soft meat of your hip, keeping your ass pressed against his clothed crotch.

“Get Wooyoungie real close for me, won’t you?” San says, his sweats doing little to hide the growing bulge that he’s rocking into the cleft of your ass. “Want him hard and squirming before he gets anywhere near your sweet cunt.”

You whine a muffled moan around Wooyoung, eager to obey San’s demands, and even more eager to get to the next part.

It’s finally time to revisit a certain bondage experiment; to have you and Wooyoung tied up together — only this time, there won’t be any clothes in the way. There won’t be any heartfelt, quiet conversations either; you and Wooyoung had both asked San to push you tonight, and San’s eyes had lit up with a bright gleam that promised you’d get exactly what you asked for, and perhaps even a little more.

Already San delivers on his promise; using you to push Wooyoung right to the edge before San has tied even a single rope around either of you.

It won’t take much longer now. Wooyoung shudders with a choked groan when you take him a little deeper, his chest heaving as he lays on the bed, an arm slung over his flushed face. Your hands rest on his hips, holding him down while you get him riled up to San’s liking.

San’s hand slides all the way up your spine, between your shoulder blades to the nape of your neck, where he guides your head down with firm pressure. You make a gurgled wet noise when Wooyoung hits the back of your throat, but San takes it slow, gives you time to relax and control your breathing.

“There you go, that’s my good girl,” he says, voice smooth as silk. The petname hits harder than ever before, wrapped securely in the knowledge that you’ll stay his good girl for a long time to come. “What a messy thing you are, drooling on Wooyoung’s dick exactly like you’re told. Our obedient cocksleeve, gonna fill up all your pretty holes just like you deserve.”

Anticipation sears through you at San’s praise, soaking your untouched cunt as you whimper. They will test your limits today, just like your patience is being tested right now, needing them both inside you already. The weight of Wooyoung’s cock on your tongue is pleasing — but it is not enough, not when you know what is to come.

San reaches a hand between your thighs and groans in appreciation at what he finds, greeted by wet slick when he parts your folds.

“Is that just from taking Woo’s cock down your throat, baby? Didn’t even need my fingers to get you nice and wet, did you?” San asks, but his hand is still firm on the back of your head, refusing to let you off Wooyoung’s dick for an actual answer.

Salty precum leaks onto your tongue while San still slowly guides you up and down, and your eyes tear up at the insistent prodding at the back of your throat. Without warning, San starts rubbing rough circles around your clit, and he chuckles with obvious delight at your muffled noise, convulsing against his harsh touch.

“Fuck, Woo, look at that. Takes so little to get her worked up, she wants to be used so bad.”

(Yes, yes, you want to moan at him. Want them to use you, to take you for themselves; your body, your pleasure, your all.)

Wooyoung breath hitches at the way you whine around him, but he lifts his arm off his face and looks at you, just like San told him to. A shudder runs through him at the sight of your lips around his cock, plump and glossy, moving with San’s steady but unrelenting pace. Wooyoung’s eyes are watery already, like his body senses what will soon happen to him.

“Shit…” he rasps, his gaze fixated on where he disappears inside your mouth. “Hmnh, making me f-feel so good… Getting close, Sannie…”

“You can hold out a bit longer,” San tells him, almost dismissively. “Need to prep our sweet girl at least a little bit, if we want her to take us both tonight. Wouldn’t want to break her, would you Woo?”

“N-no— ngh—!”

Wooyoung chokes up when you let out another loud, garbled moan around him. You can’t help yourself; your head is starting to feel fuzzy, intoxicated by San’s rough fingers on your clit and the way he talks about you, like you’re his plaything to take care of. He hasn’t even tied a single rope around you yet, and already you’re bound to his will.

San chuckles fondly at how noisy you are, but there is a condescending edge to the sound. His hand tightens just slightly around the nape of your neck, holding you in place on Wooyoung’s cock. The tip teases right at the back of your throat this way, your nose nearly touching his pelvis, and you whine as San presses harder into your clit.

“Hey, hey, quiet down, baby,” San gently chides you, like he isn’t the very one making it impossible for you to do so. “Are you trying to make it even harder on Woo not to cum? Later, when he’s stuffed in your wet cunt; then you get to be as loud as you want. Fuck, you won’t be able to help yourself, not with I’ve got in store for you. But for now… Don’t let him waste his load on your throat, alright?”

You can barely fight back the next moan, a few stray tears escaping down your cheeks. You hear San’s voice from somewhere far away, reminding you to take steady breaths. You do just so, feeling slightly less light-headed and overwhelmed, but Wooyoung is still throbbing in your mouth, so deep that every tiny quiver of his hips causes you to spasm around him. You push down on Wooyoung’s waist a little harder, trying to keep him in place.

“That’s it, deep breaths, just like that. Good girl, listening so well,” San praises you — only to instantly abandon your clit and bury two fingers deep inside you.

The sudden intrusion has you keening, a jolt searing through your body as San forces you to accommodate his thick fingers. Wooyoung jerks against your grip, hissing broken curses as his veiny hands scramble for purchase in the sheets. Your hold on Wooyoung slips for just a second, leaving his hips free to buck up and make you gag on his cock with a wet gurgle, tears and drool spilling down your face.

“Easy, easy…” San’s grip on your head relents, and his thumb finds the crook of your shoulder, firmly kneading your tensed muscles. His cock presses half-hard against your ass, twitching with growing interest as you shudder under his touch, his fingers curling inside you. “Just need you to keep Wooyoungie’s dick warm while I get this tight cunt ready for him. You’ve been doing so well, just a little more.”

The need to please San ripples through you like a warm, soothing wave, but it’s hard to stay relaxed when a deep pressure has been building between your thighs. San is thorough as he scissors you open, and Wooyoung whimpers, instinctively trying to thrust into your mouth, to take pleasure into his own hands. You try to keep Wooyoung down, but your grip on his hips is not strong, and grows weaker as San continues to stretch your cunt.

At first you think the brush of his thumb against your clit is accidental.

Then it happens again, and again, and San’s thumb quickly becomes clear in its intent; to make you squirm just as much as Wooyoung. And when San sets his mind on something, there is very little he can’t achieve.

Sure enough, he pushes you further with every wet squelch of his fingers, and you quickly feel light-headed again. Mindlessly you rock into his hand, your moans sending shockwaves through Wooyoung’s body as he whines and jerks his hips again — but San slips his hand down from your head to Wooyoung’s waist, helping you to keep his boyfriend pinned.

“Careful, Woo. Don’t break our girl before we get to the fun part.”

“S-San, I don’t know if I can— hmgh, ah, fuck—”

Wooyoung twitches dangerously on your tongue and you are not much better off, a sharp heat swelling in your belly with every thrust of San’s fingers until you feel close to bursting, unsteady on your shaky knees.

San makes a noise of gentle disapproval when he realises how close you both are. “Tch. No, my pretty playthings, I can’t have you cum; not yet,” he purrs smoothly, the sweetness in his voice a cruel contrast to his next actions.

His fingers suddenly disappear from your cunt, right as he pulls your lips off Wooyoung’s cock. Freed from obstruction, your lungs pull in air with wheezy, choked up sobs — but your orgasm fades out of reach no matter how much you whine and twist against San’s hold, rubbing your slick thighs together in a poor attempt at finding friction.

But Wooyoung is even farther gone than you; his cock, glossy with saliva, leaks precum from the angrily flushed tip, his abdominal muscles twitching. Wooyoung whines with a pitiful cry, bucking his hips uselessly at the loss of your mouth. The veins in his forearms pop as his hands tremble in desperation, and he instinctively reaches for his cock to get himself off.

San reacts immediately, the flat of his hand connecting against Wooyoung’s outer thigh with a sharp, warning smack. Wooyoung sobs out a strangled wail at the impact, but he obediently withdraws his hands and is rewarded when San rubs soothingly over the reddened mark on Wooyoung’s thigh, easing him through the denial.

San uses his other hand to give you the same attentive care, reverence and desire in his touch as he squeezes at the plush love handle of your waist, sweet kisses on your shoulder. “There,” he murmurs when your and Wooyoung’s breathing has steadied, “now you’re ready. Let’s go have some real fun, hm?”

He does not even need to provide further instruction; as soon as San backs away to clean his fingers with a wet wipe, Wooyoung sluggishly turns onto his side and you sidle down next to him.

Wooyoung groans with a shuddery breath when his hard cock presses against your soft stomach, smearing you with spit and precum. He burrows his face into the crook of your shoulder, his lips hot on your skin while his arms wrap around you. Your body whines in need at the feel of him, and you return his embrace to bring him as close as possible.

Even just a clumsy brush against your clit is enough to send sparks through your body. It takes every ounce of willpower to stop yourself from grinding against Wooyoung until he’s trembling in your arms, until you find the release that San denied you.

Would it break Wooyoung if you went against San’s instructions? Would Wooyoung try to be good and not cum on your stomach, or would he join your rule-breaking and hump back against your thigh, heedless of the consequences? You think that you know the answer, but you sure are tempted to have it confirmed.

But before your curiosity grows beyond control, San returns.

He makes a pleased sound at the sight of you and Wooyoung already in position, clueless of the disobedient thoughts on your mind. “Look at you two,” he says fondly. “I’m so lucky with such a pretty pair of rope bunnies to play with. Won’t know where one of you begins and the other ends by the time I got you all tied up.”

The back of San’s fingers brush over your cheek in approval, dimples poking at his cheeks as he smiles down at you and Wooyoung; and like a fucking simp, you feel every trace of brattiness melt away at the touch. Nothing remains except a longing to be taken care of by San, to surrender yourself to the safety of his control.

(San may have a huge soft spot for you, but fuck if it isn’t mutual.)

San wastes no time to begin his ropework, starting with tying Wooyoung’s hands behind your back. No chest harnesses today, favouring simplicity for a speedier process. San’s dominant exterior softens a little as he works; he is more thorough than usual with his checks, mindful of the fact that you and Wooyoung are already worked up and antsy.

Wooyoung is definitely still affected by the denial, struggling to stop himself from wiggling around; but San does not reprimand except in the gentlest of ways, just enough to keep Wooyoung in line. Meanwhile, San treats you with murmured assurances and calming touches, already luring you into the edges of that fuzzy subspace; sharp arousal blunted by a pleasant hazy cloud that coats your thoughts.

Soon enough you and Wooyoung both have your arms incapacitated, trapped together into your embrace. San moves down to bind your legs, but pauses when he catches sight of Wooyoung’s cock still pressed against your stomach. His eyebrow raises in disapproval.

“What are you waiting for, Woo?” he asks sharply, pinching Wooyoung’s hip. “Thought you were excited to fuck our pretty girl, but I can always do this without you. You two aren’t my only playthings, I don’t need your cock to plug that wet cunt. There are plenty of other options if you’re not up to it.”

(True; San had asked you to bring a few of your favourite vibrators, just so he’ll have his pick from your own personal collection, if the mood strikes him.)

“No, no fuck, wanna fuck her, wanna fuck you so bad,” Wooyoung babbles, nuzzling deeper into your shoulder.

You moan at his desperation, rolling your hips in an attempt to guide Wooyoung inside you. But the angle is awkward and Wooyoung struggles without use of his hands, his cock uselessly sliding against your sodden folds without finding entrance.

“Oh Wooyoungie,” San croons as he watches Wooyoung’s pitiful attempt at filling your cunt. He runs a hand through Wooyoung’s hair in a cruel imitation of comfort. “You poor clumsy thing, need some help with that?”

San does not wait for an answer; instead he taps your thigh, signalling you to lift your leg to give some space. Wooyoung hisses when San firmly grabs him by the base, and finally his cock sinks into your wet heat, stretching pliantly around him. You sigh blissfully at the easy, snug fit of Wooyoung inside your cunt; San’s fingers prepped you well.

“There, that’s better isn’t it?” San pushes your hips forward to press flush against Wooyoung’s, just for good measure. “Now… can you be good for me a little longer?”

He gives a loving squeeze to your ass, then gently cups Wooyoung’s cheek to lift his face up from your shoulder.

This time, the comforting touch is genuine. San knows he is asking a lot; especially from Wooyoung.

You feel on a cloud already and just hum at San in confirmation, ready to descend deeper into this foggy frame of mind. Your thoughts are slowly melting into a sweet syrupy goo, swirling with nothing but pleasure.

But Wooyoung whines, rocking into you unevenly. His eyebrow piercing glints in the dim lamplight as he wiggles, a hypnotising shine. Wooyoung barely seems aware of his movements, a glaze drawn across his eyes, his jaw slack. You can’t help a giggle from bubbling up at his desperation; there is just something so adorable about how badly he needs to cum, and how ineffective his attempts are at getting there.

San, however, is less amused.

“Woo,” he says, sharply smacking his ass to snap him out of it. “Can you be good, or do we leave it here with the rope? Can’t tie you up any further if you can’t behave.”

It sounds like a scolding, but you have been with San and Wooyoung for long enough to know better than that. You can see the intent hidden underneath; San’s honest question of whether he can safely continue with the bondage or has to stop, asked in the only way Wooyoung can hear him right now.

“Hm, y-yeah,” Wooyoung slurs, his hips going still. The sharp sting has cut through his desperation, clearing a path for just enough lucidity to answer. “’M good. Want it… wanna get tied up together even more…”

“Good. Then let’s go on.” San moves his hand to squeeze your hip. “Still with us, baby?”

“Not going anywhere,” you sigh, the warmth of San’s palm infusing a soft glow into your skin.

Wooyoung grins at you with heavy lidded eyes. “You better not,” he mumbles, giving you a pointed look. “You promised to stick around, right?”

“Woo, don’t tell me you’re still worried about that,” you giggle, feeling floaty from the way his cock is filling you up, from San’s warm hand running over your thigh.

“Right now? Not even a little bit,” Wooyoung says, leaving a light bite on your shoulder that he quickly soothes with a light dart of his tongue. “You’re not exactly a flight risk like this.”

“You know what? Fair point,” you manage to breathe out as Wooyoung starts on sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip, while San pecks your and Wooyoung’s cheeks before he picks up a new piece of rope.

Wooyoung only breaks away from your lips to give San feedback on rope tension, or to let you to do so. His newfound composure hangs on by a bare thread, cock twitching in your sensitive cunt at even the lightest shift. You moan into his mouth, the threads of your own composure fraying with every brush of Wooyoung’s tongue.

Thankfully, San only needs a few more simple but effective ties. He binds each one of your legs to one of Wooyoung’s, using a few lines of cord to wrap snugly around your thighs, calves and ankles, all laid carefully to avoid pinching any knees.

By the time he’s done, you are pressed together so tightly that Wooyoung couldn’t slip out of your cunt if he tried.

“There,” San says, looking over his work with a pleased, slightly smug curve to his lips. “Now you can cum.”

Wooyoung’s mouth latches onto your shoulder before you can even fully process San’s permission. You whimper at the bite of his teeth, the rough bucks of his hips, but the ropes dig into your skin, denying you any satisfying range of motion. Wooyoung’s frantic thrusts do nothing but jostle the both of you in place, making you groan in frustration.

You cast a desperate glance at San, but he is content to simply watch his helpless subs in a sweaty, gyrating tangle of limbs while he palms himself through his sweats, flushed tip peaking up above his waistband. The corner of San’s lip twitches when he catches your eyes, but perhaps you overestimated his softness for you; San is utterly unswayed by the silent plea in your teary eyes, only stroking himself a little quicker as he enjoys the show.

“W-Woo, a little slo— Wait, I can’t— I can’t cum—” you whimper, but all restraint is lost to Wooyoung. He groans against your neck and tries to slow down, turn the roll of his hips into something more purposeful, but you can’t find friction, can’t find the right angle, no matter how much you shift and wriggle against him.

It feels good, being filled up by Wooyoung’s cock; but he can barely move, never hitting that toe-curling spot inside you, giving your clit little more than an awkward grind. Faint sparks prickle across your skin and through your cunt, only a weak echo of your earlier build towards orgasm. San had cruelly denied you release then, but now an ominous feeling sits in your stomach; that you and Wooyoung could lay here struggling for hours to no avail, never finding release no matter how you try.

Your head is still fuzzy with submission, but despair creeps into the sweet surrender to your restraints.

“Sannie…” you whine, pouting at how he continues to touch only himself. His sweats are pulled down low on his hips, allowing him to lazily fist the head of his cock, thumbing at the precum that oozes from the slit. “Please, San…”

It’s a pitiful attempt at appealing to San’s softer side and you both know it. He gives you a crooked grin, his hand coming to a slow stop. “What’s wrong, baby? Didn’t I say you’re allowed to cum now? Go for it.”

Wooyoung groans in shared frustration, panting hard into your shoulder, littered with his bites. Again you wiggle and try to find that angle, whining with the knowledge it’s no use.

“P-please, Sannie, need your help…”

San’s cocky facial expression shifts to fake sympathy, his lips set in a mocking pout. “Aw poor thing, Wooyoungie can’t get you off by himself?”

Wooyoung starts to grunt in protest, but you shake your head. “N-no but, hmm, I— I can’t get him off either.”

San’s eyes widen in surprise, the mocking sympathy knocked right off his face. (There is that soft spot.) “Shit, baby…” he murmurs, shifting in closer to run a soothing hand over your arm. His fingers leave a glistening trail of precum. “Not even thinking about yourself?”

“Wanna make him feel good too,” you whine and clench around Wooyoung’s cock, drawing a rough moan from him; but doubtlessly he is in the exact same predicament as you, unable to cum from just this.

“Hm, you know what I think?” San says, with an affectionate smile that crinkles his eyes. “Think that deserves a reward. Let me see if I can help where Wooyoung can’t.”

Wooyoung twists against the ropes, his breathing laboured. “H-hey,” he gasps, “what about me?”

“Hm? What about you, Woo?” San says, like he’s just making casual conversation. He kicks off his sweats and makes himself comfortable on the bed behind you, pressing a few kisses on the shiny trail he left on your arm. “You got that juicy cunt keeping you warm, don’t you? That not enough for you?”

“Hngh,” Wooyoung groans out, though you suspect he has a whole lot more to say. But instead he goes in for a rough kiss, tongue delving past your lips with a frustrated vigour, like he’s trying to use your mouth to keep his own shut.

San makes a soft noise of approval. “That’s better,” he says, patting Wooyoung’s thigh. “Appreciate what you’re given, hm?”

He slides his hand down, just barely fitting between your and Wooyoung’s squirming bodies. His palm runs over the junction of your thigh and hip, until his fingertips brush against your clit and press down. You keen at the added stimulation, body instinctively trying to convulse; but between San and Wooyoung, one pressed against your back, the other tied up in tight embrace, you can barely move an inch, completely pinned between them.

The angle is still awkward, but San rubs sparks into your clit all the same. Wooyoung groans as you clench around him, his roving mouth chasing after your every single gasp and whine. San keeps up his steady pace, grinding into your ass with low breaths. He slowly kisses his way up your neck, your jawline, then props himself up on his elbow and leans over to brush his lips against yours, introducing his own tongue to the sloppy tangle of you and Wooyoung.

Your head is spinning, lost in the heady, uncoordinated mess of hungry lips. You shudder at the glide of their tongues against yours, jaw slackening to grant them easier access, a mingle of your saliva and theirs spilling onto your chin.

Again, Wooyoung tries to rut into you — and it causes San’s fingers shift slightly, right into a spot that cuts sharply through the dizzying heat of their mouths. It happens fast, so fast you barely see it coming despite the long-build up, and suddenly your entire body stiffens up as your muscles pull taut, cumming on San’s fingers with a choked up cry.

San breaks away from the kiss, murmuring gentle praises as he roughly keeps at your clit, wresting every ounce of pleasure that he can from you. You clamp around Wooyoung’s cock, twitching with every aftershock, your slick smeared against his pelvis and San’s fingers. Wooyoung gasps for harsh breaths, his eyes squeezing shut when it becomes too much.

An unintelligible string of curses falls past his lips as his hips stutter and his hot seed spills inside you. You moan contently at the feeling, sagging in relief when San’s hand finally stills, letting you come down from your release.

San blinks at Wooyoung in surprise as he processes what just happened. “Woo, did you just—?”

For a split second, San’s face brightens up with genuine delight — but quickly the mask slips back into place. He chuckles in amused derision and pulls his hand away from your cunt, up to pat Wooyoung’s cheek with slicked-up fingers, spreading your mess on his face.

“Couldn’t even wait your turn, huh? That desperate for it.” San turns to you next, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. “Look at him, baby, that sweet pussy is just too much for him to handle. Such a perfect, well-behaved cocksleeve you are for us, and it’s wasted on that brat. What are we supposed to do now? His dick must be going soft and I haven’t even started to fuck you.”

San rolls his hips, pushing his hard cock against your ass.

“K-keep going,” Wooyoung rasps, his chest heaving with strenuous breaths. (He is softening inside you, but unable to pull out.) “I can— I can take it.”

His words are shaky but filled with resolve, and San looks him over with a pleased smile.

“Hm. What a well-behaved toy you suddenly are,” he hums. “The brat got what he wanted so now he’s willing to play along? Alright, then we’ll play.” San’s voice is sweet — yet you can’t shake the feeling there is a warning hidden underneath.

Wooyoung seems to sense it as well, wiggling against you. “Please, please San, I’ll behave,” he says in a low whine. “Ju— just couldn’t help it, felt so good, she’s so good…”

“I know, I know…” San soothes him, running his sticky fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. “Poor Wooyoungie, you just wanted to cum, right?” he says, his sympathy towards Wooyoung carrying the same edge of mockery as it had for you.

“Y-yeah,” Wooyoung sniffs, but there is a hesitation in his answer, like he’s trying to figure out if there’s a trap hidden inside the question.

San chuckles. “That’s what I thought,” he says, then turns to you again. “What do you say, baby? Can you relax that tight cunt and give him a break while I prep your pretty, plump ass?”

You nod, taking a few deep breaths — but relaxing is a challenge when San’s palm slides over the curve of your rear. He groans lowly at the feel of you, letting his fingers dig hard into the soft meat.

“Fuck, I don’t take advantage of this ass nearly enough,” San rasps, giving another roll of his hips. “Gotta take it slow but damn, it’s been a while… Don’t know if I can hold back once I’m fucking that tight hole…”

You moan weakly, trying to push back into him, but San lets out another groan and holds you in place.

“Can’t rush this, baby, gotta loosen you up for me first.” He nips at your ear, breath hot on your skin, then goes to reach for a small bottle of lube. “Don’t worry, gonna make you feel so good taking my cock, taking our cocks. Can’t believe it took us this long to do this, finally stuffing our sweet cockslut just the way she needs… Just wait a little longer, alright?”

“Want you, Sannie…” You tilt your head to glance back at him, and San can’t help a fond smile at the needy look in your eyes.

“Yeah, I know you do,” he says quietly, unable to fight back the dimples poking into his cheeks. The earnestness in his voice catches you off-guard. “But that’s not enough, is it? You want Wooyoungie too, greedy thing.”

Huh.

Despite having personally provided some evidence to the contrary, you are not an idiot; you understand fully well what San is getting at.

He is just tugging lightly the seams of your still ambiguous relationship, playfully testing its strength, baiting you to reassure Wooyoung. San probably thinks he’s being subtle about it too, hiding the bait in his dirty ramblings. It’d be fucking adorable if he hadn’t just spread your asscheeks, a lubed-up finger teasingly circling around the tight muscle of your rim.

You try not to get distracted by San’s actions and focus on his question instead. You look back at Wooyoung, his hair matted with sweat and a faint glimmer of tears in his eyes. His cock is still nested deep inside your cunt, sensitive and twitching.

“So much… Want you so much…” you sigh, closing the tiny space between you and Wooyoung to press your forehead against his. “Feels so good, filling me up so good…”

Wooyoung shudders at the praise with a tight groan, and his nose clumsily bumps into yours as he finds the angle for a kiss. It’s slower than before, sluggish in the aftermath of your orgasms, but still intense, especially when San pushes his finger inside and sets an unhurried pace.

You whimper into Wooyoung’s mouth, gasping for breath when he breaks away to put his mouth on your neck instead, languidly sucking the sweat off your feverish skin. “Shit, Wooyoung…” you whine at a graze of teeth, involuntarily clenching around him.

He’s getting hard again, his ridiculously fast recovery time never ceasing to amaze you, slowly rocking into you with the limited movement allowed to him. Meanwhile, San picks up his speed when he feels you relax, going pliant as he stretches you out.

“More?” he asks, lips brushing against your ear.

“Hm, yeah…” you mumble, surprised San even bothered to ask — and even more surprised when his finger slips out. “Wha—?”

You turn your head back to look at him, and blink when San holds up one of your vibrators; long, sleek and tapered at the base, with a nice range of intensity settings. Slim, but definitely thicker than just one of San’s fingers.

“You— you’re not gonna?” You frown at San; not opposed but… confused. The drawn-out, slowly building intensity of the scene is definitely getting to you. It’s like you’re wading through a thick fog, only a few strings of nebulous thoughts crystallising into words. It’s a great toy, one that has done you great service in the past, but… But what about his cock?

The thought slips out of your mouth before it can consult your brain on the matter. Immediately, San bursts out in a short laugh, and even Wooyoung’s shoulders shake, his giggled cackle muffled by your neck.

“That’s my eager little cockslut right there,” San grins. “Knows exactly what she wants. Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get there soon. Just want to ease you into it, remember?”

‘Ease’?

A faint flash of scepticism briefly crosses your cloudy mind; a vague nagging there might be some inherent contradiction between ‘ease’ and ‘vibrator’ — and San seems to be in a bit of a mood today. But the thought fails to catch hold, and you nod your assent.

Pleased, San lightly kisses your cheek, and you wiggle impatiently at the squelch of more lube. All this business about your toy is getting Wooyoung is impatient too, restless from what he clearly perceives as an unnecessary delay. He expresses his discontent with bitey kisses, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth.

Wooyoung sucks in a sharp breath when you squeeze around him, an involuntary response to San carefully pushing the vibrator into your hole, still turned off for now. You hiss at the increased stretch, but San starts off with a few shallow thrusts, easing you into it just like he promised. Gradually he takes the vibrator further, until he finally pushes it in completely and leaves it there, nested deep inside you.

Wooyoung suddenly goes very quiet, freezing into the kiss. “San…” he breaths shallowy; is it a plea? A warning? You can’t tell at all, sunk too deeply into your daze to read his tone.

But San is wilfully deaf to whatever Wooyoung is trying to communicate, keeping his focus on you instead. “Gonna turn it on now, alright baby?”

The toy whirrs to life, a pleasant hum against your tense muscles — and only separated from Wooyoung’s sensitive, half-hard cock by the thin barrier of your inner walls.

Wooyoung reacts at once, jerking violently against the ropes as the vibrations send brutal jolts of pleasure through his body. He lets out a strangled cry that borders on anguished, fresh tears springing in his eyes. Jostled by his writhing, you moan as your clit drags against his cock.

“S-San—” Wooyoung tries again, desperately. “Fuck, I— I don’t—”

From the corner of your eyes, you can just barely see how San’s lips curve into an aloof smile. “What’s wrong, Wooyoungie? You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you?”

Wooyoung groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He grinds out a swear through gritted teeth, his hips bucking uselessly against the ropes, giving him no escape.

San slowly tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. “Changed your mind? You can stop this any time, remember.”

“Ngh, ah, I—” Wooyoung hisses tightly, and his eyes snap up to meet San’s. A volatile heat burns behind them, a thick tear trickling down his flushed skin. He looks a mess, but still Wooyoung stubbornly shakes his head, like it’s below his pride to cave in now. “T-told you before, right? Keep going.”

San holds his gaze for a long moment, but then he nods; trusting Wooyoung’s judgement.

“Fuck,” San swears lowly. “Could put you through anything and you’d just take it for me, wouldn’t you, Woo? Just wanna cum over and over again, what’s it gonna take to wear out a greedy slut like you?”

He takes the vibrator up a notch and the increased intensity hits you hard, your body trying to bow in on itself as you gasp and tremble, a sharpness coiling between your thighs. You’re clenching down on Wooyoung hard, and you whimper when San suddenly licks a broad stripe up your neck, wet tongue dragging heavily against your skin.

“Gonna need you to help me to ruin this one here, baby,” San murmurs, his voice gravelly. “Think you can do that?”

You shudder as his tongue flickers against your ear; but looking at Wooyoung, it honestly doesn’t seem like San needs your help. Wooyoung looks plenty ruined already; his eyes squeezed shut, face contorted in agonising pleasure. More tears escape his lashes, trailing down his temple into the sheets. Still… it’s a request you’d hardly refuse.

“Y-yeah, yeah I can help,” you say, hoping it’s true. You’re pretty far gone yourself; pressure is building rapidly from the toy’s persistent buzzing. The base of Wooyoung’s cock presses against your clit, indirect vibrations pulsing through the swollen nub. Even if Wooyoung does not cum soon, you will.

“That’s my girl,” San hums, and leans over again to capture you in a short, searing kiss. You moan in surprise, your sluggish body too slow to respond before his lips are gone again. “Then… how about you suck some pretty bruises into that pretty neck for me? Remind him he belongs to us.”

“‘Us’?”

You blink, your mind as sluggish as your body. Sunken too deep into a submissive state to process the concept of someone belonging to you.

“He is our Wooyoungie, isn’t he?” San says, smiling down at you. “Just like you’re our sweet girl.”

“A-and you?”

For a moment, San goes quiet. He nods slowly, eyes intent as he looks from you to Wooyoung.

“Yeah,” he says softly, “I’m your Sannie.”

The moment is so gentle, you would almost forget that San has the two of you tied up in rope, subjecting you to the vibrator with no escape.

San’s soft gaze lingers a little longer, until he seems to remember the truth of the situation himself and snaps out of it with an abashed chuckle. He recovers with a quick wink, his smile gaining a toothy edge. “Now, take care of Wooyoung for me, will you?”

Wooyoung’s breath gets even more pitchy, his eyes fluttering open. They shimmer with tears, pleading at you. “Please…”

Shakily, you let your head fall forward into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, wired so tight that you can do little more than press open-mouthed kisses on his skin, tasting the thin sheen of sweat gathered there. He whimpers, shuddering under your mouth, and slowly you relax into him, lapping at him with growing enthusiasm as you get used to the vibration’s intensity.

San flicks the toy to a higher level.

“Fuck—!”

Wooyoung snaps, his back arching sharply. Your body bows forward with him, teeth sinking into his shoulder as you spasm around his cock. With calm, amused interest, San watches the outcome of his actions, how you and Wooyoung twist and convulse, ropes digging into your skin as you squirm.

He chuckles at the ruined mess before him, and decides to just leave the vibrator buried inside you to free up his hand. San roughly grabs at your ass, plying your neck with kisses. You’re panting, sweat beading on your forehead as hazy overstimulation takes control, burning through your nerve endings and fogging up your mind.

Wooyoung’s cock is hard and throbbing in your twitching cunt, his moans high and whiny right by your ear. You can feel yourself melting away into his desperation, like you are nothing but a conduit for San to mercilessly drive Wooyoung to the edge again. San keeps you grounded but only barely, his lips sweet against your shoulder while he kneads harshly at your asscheek, like he means for his fingers to leave a permanent indentation into the thick meat.

The vibrations turn up again.

Your orgasm hits you before you even realise what is happening, tearing through you like lightning. Heat pulses through your abdomen and static fills your ears. You barely even register Wooyoung’s pathetic mewl as he cums, or how some of his seed trickles past his trapped cock, mingling with the fresh gush of arousal from your fluttering cunt.

San turns the vibrator off when Wooyoung lets out a broken sob, and his trembling body sags against yours with a loud groan as the buzzing finally stops. You draw breath in sharp gasps, still coming down from the aftershocks while San runs a soothing hand over your arm and asks how you’re feeling. You moan tiredly, turning your head to try and find him in a kiss. He indulges, briefly but sweet.

“Such a good girl, fucking amazing. Doing so well for me,” San murmurs against your lips, a strain to his voice. Then his eyes flicker to Wooyoung, and San gently cradles his head to lift him up from your shoulder. “Woo, are you alright?”

Wooyoung groans, limply going along with San’s hold on him. “Give— give me a minute,” he says hoarsely. “Just… give me a minute. I—”

San gently shushes Wooyoung, bringing him in for a kiss. “Fuck, you really just take it all, no matter what I put you through, don’t you?” San says, but there is not a trace of derision this time, only full-blown awe and adoration. “Relax, Woo, there’s no rush.”

Wooyoung sighs at the reprieve, then glances at you with a fatigued grin.

“He sure takes it real damn serious when we ask him to push us, huh? What a fiend.” Wooyoung’s tone leaves no mistake it’s intended as the highest of praise.

“That’s our Sannie, alright,” you giggle, and peck the tip of San’s nose. “Personal demon at our beck-and-call.”

An adorable rose blush dusts across San’s cheekbones. “Okay, that’s enough out of you two,” he admonishes almost bashfully, leaning over you to kiss Wooyoung again.

As San shifts, you can feel his hard cock against the small of your back, the tip smearing precum on your skin. San might’ve said there is no rush — but his dick clearly has a different opinion on the matter. Still, he does not hurry anything, lazily kissing Wooyoung until he switches back to you. He stays like that for a while, caressing one with soothing touches while he kisses the other.

It does not take long before you start to fidget again; impatience roused by the combination of San’s gentle stimulation while the toy and Wooyoung’s dick are still inside you. Your hips start to move in time with San’s fingers brushing across your thigh, unable to suppress your body’s urges like he is.

Wooyoung moans at your slight rocking, responding in kind. You can only image how sore he is, but his dick still twitches back to life.

“Oh? Everyone’s ready to go again?” San asks with a fond chuckle, and he reaches for the lube again when you and Wooyoung confirm with an emphatic yes.

You hiss as San slides out the vibrator, trying not to stiffen up at the prospect of finally having his cock fill your tight hole. It won’t be your first time taking San like this — but it is your first time while Wooyoung is already stuffed in your cunt.

San notices the way you tense, giving you a few passes with two freshly lubed-up fingers first. “Relax, baby, relax,” he murmurs. “You trust me?”

“Y-yeah, yeah I do.” Your voice is shaky, but resolved. You want this too much to back out now, eager to have your fantasy fulfilled at last. So you take deep breaths, tension seeping out of your body with every exhale.

You whine when San’s fingers disappear, replaced by his slick cockhead pressed against your rim. For a moment he just waits there, his hand resting on your ass and uneven breaths falling on your neck — just long enough to make you shudder in anticipation, until San pushes forward with a shallow thrust, breaching your walls.

Instantly the stretch threatens to overwhelm you, your nails digging into Wooyoung’s back as you let out a strangled whimper. “Sh-shit, San—” you gasp as he gradually presses deeper. “It’s— hmgh, ah— So tight—”

San slowly rocks into you, his lips catching a lone tear on your cheek. You can’t remember it falling. “Stay with me, baby, you can do this” he soothes, squeezing firmly at your ass when you whine in response. “You can do this. Who knows your body best, hm? Who knows what you can take?”

“Y-you do,” you pant. “It’s you, Sannie.”

“That’s right,” San says, his voice raspy but warm, “and I know you can take me, baby. A pretty cocksleeve like you can handle the both of us just fine.”

“Fuck, San,” Wooyoung groans, his head falling back. “I can fucking feel you, feels so good…”

“Getting hard again already, Woo?” He chuckles when Wooyoung whines in confirmation. “Then help our good girl out, alright? Distract her for me until that tight hole is ready to get fucked fast and hard by my cock, just how she deserves.”

Wooyoung nods eagerly and leans in to kiss you, but you shake your head. Just a simple kiss won’t be enough to distract you, not with your body straining to accommodate San’s thick length as well. “N-no,” you moan, tongue-tied from the overwhelming pressure in your lower abdomen. “No, n-need you to bite me, please.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes gleaming darkly. “Fuck, baby, since you asked so nicely…”

Without hesitation, Wooyoung bites down on the top of your shoulder, getting a solid mouthful of muscle. He suckles and gnaws at the skin, surprisingly gentle at first, but he slowly clamps down as you whine at the sharp pressure. Pain blooms beautifully under his teeth, perfectly masking the discomfort elsewhere by demanding your full attention.

Wooyoung groans as your cunt reflexively tightens around him, his jaw twitching. He stays on you for a while, but then breaks away with a whine, leaving an indentation that you just know is going to bruise like a fucker.

You don’t know if the release is a relief or a loss, but it got the job done; the slide of San’s cock has gotten much easier without you even realising. The feel of them both still borders on overwhelming, but it feels good, so good, stuffed so full that it’s like your mind is getting pushed out of your body, drifting hazily between them. Wooyoung laps sweetly at your shoulder and San joins him, angling his head so their lips can meet against your marred skin.

San’s self-control is fraying at the edges, the smooth roll of his hips becoming rougher by the second. You let your head fall back against his chest, moaning in encouragement.

“Please, San, please,” you whimper, unable to keep still. Awkwardly you rut against him and Wooyoung, using every inch of your limited movement to try and fuck yourself on their cocks.

Wooyoung shudders with a loud moan, twisting against the rope to match your rhythm. He is unravelling quickly, while San holds himself together just long enough to give himself a fresh coat of lube. He ignores the combined protests of you and Wooyoung when he pulls out almost completely — protests that are silenced when he slams back in.

The hard snap of San’s hips jostles you forward, almost knocking your chin into Wooyoung’s. San buries himself with a low groan, and sets a punishing pace as he humps against your ass. His energy is frenetic, agitated, like he’s the one now frustrated by how tightly bound you and Wooyoung are, the position limiting the force of his thrusts.

You manage to turn your head just enough to see the wild look in his eyes, teeth gritted and sweat on his brow. Both of his hands grab at your ass now, spreading your cheeks and pushing at you like he wants to push you on top of Wooyoung, his mind gone haywire from the mindless need to fuck into you at full strength.

Wooyoung is fully gone at this point, whiny “ah”s falling past his lips; drunk on how he can feel the outline of San’s dick against his own, through your throbbing walls. He doesn’t even try to move anymore, at the mercy of San’s ruthless pace. Arousal leaks freely from your wet heat, so slippery around Wooyoung’s cock that you’re sure San would be pushing him out your soaked cunt if the ropes didn’t keep you forced together.

The pressure against your g-spot is immense, and you’re so wound so tight that a flare shoots through your spin with every awkward brush of Wooyoung’s cock against your clit.

It’s all too much, the decadent onslaught of sensations that comes with taking San and Wooyoung at once, something coiling deep inside your stomach. You try to warn them, but only a silent, choked up sob escapes your throat when you topple over, writhing wantonly between their heated, sweaty bodies as you cum with sharp jolts, clear fluid spewing from your fluttering cunt as you squirt on Wooyoung’s sore cock.

Wooyoung mewls and spasms as your cunt constricts around him, but somehow it’s not enough to push him over the edge — or perhaps it is too much, too overstimulated to find release. “Oh fuck, fuck,” he babbles, cursing under his breath as San fucks you through your orgasm, wresting as many pulsing aftershocks from your spent body as he can.

“There you go, good girl,” San rasps in your ear. “Give it all to us, every fucking drop.”

He tries to be gentler as your orgasm subsides, knowing you and Wooyoung must be at your limits, but his self-control hangs on by a frail tether. He grinds against your ass, murmuring sweet praises and even sweeter whines as he chases release. San noses at the column of your neck, and you surprise him with a sloppy kiss, sucking at his tongue until finally he gasps and shudders, spilling deep inside you. A few more thrusts, then he stills with a low groan.

San breaths hard, giving himself a moment to come down before he pulls out, his seed leaking out of your stretched hole. He makes a faint noise of disapproval, gently rubbing a finger around your rim and pushing his cum back inside you, almost absent-mindedly.

You moan weakly, the finger helping you to adjust to the absence of San’s cock, but Wooyoung is still hard inside you.

Wooyoung whimpers quietly, drawing hitched, snivelling breaths. “S-Sannie…” he begs, pushed to the very edges of what he can take. “Please, I gotta… gotta…”

San’s eyes widen with a start. “Shit, Woo, you didn’t—? Fuck.”

Immediately San comes into motion, his finger leaving your sensitive hole. He expertly loosens up the ropes that bind your thighs together, letting the tension fall away and allowing Wooyoung to slip out, cum now also dribbling from your sopping cunt.

With utmost care, San gently palms at Wooyoung’s aching cock, carefully jerking him off. “There, that’s better isn’t it?” San says, the words wrapped in tenderness. “You can cum now, Wooyoungie, fuck, you deserve it after all that. You can let go now.”

You watch, enraptured by the slow shift from agony to bliss on Wooyoung’s face. He bites his lip, cheeks shiny with tears and sweat as San brings him to one last high, trembling with every pass of San’s hand until he spills on San’s fingers and your stomach, nothing but translucent fluids at this point.

From there on out, San engulfs you and Wooyoung in the softest of aftercare.

He undoes the ropes with his usual practised swiftness, then thoroughly checks your bodies for abrasions. There are a few spots of light rope burn; nothing severe, but San still smears a soothing salve over any patches of even slightly chafed skin. There are some drinks and snacks at the ready, and you are just sipping on some water when San takes a washcloth to the crusted remains of cum on your thighs — but you ask him to leave it for a little longer, and relish the faint blush that blooms across his cheeks at the request.

“Dirty,” Wooyoung grins at you, and neither of you miss the way San has to take a grounding breath.

“Yeah,” you grin back at him. “Maybe we could take a shower later, get all of that taken care of,” you say, nudging your head meaningfully towards San. “…Once my legs don’t feel like rubber anymore.”

San’s cheeks burn even hotter, and he shoots you and Wooyoung a vaguely cautious look — but he has no reason to be wary, not tonight.

Once everyone is steady enough on their feet, the three of you somehow manage to (not quite) fit behind the shower curtain. It’s not an easy feat to get clean in the crowded space, but it is easy for you and Wooyoung to tiredly lavish San with some well-earned attention. Sluggish hands run across the soap-sudded expanse of his soft skin and firm muscles, languidly jerking him off as he whines and sighs between you.

Safe to say, everyone is fully satisfied by the time that the three of you are settled on the couch in San’s living room.

Wooyoung has wiggled himself in the middle, so you’ve curled up against him. You’re still pretty damn sore; maybe you pushed it too much with the shower, but damn if it isn’t worth the tired, pleased smile on San’s face. He has an arm slung around Wooyoung, his hand resting on your shoulder, carefully avoiding the indentations that Wooyoung’s teeth left on your skin.

You’re bundled up in comfy clothes and a cosy blanket, with leftover pizza in front of you and some old Pucca cartoon playing on the TV. Nobody is really watching, just background noise while you chat quietly, re-balancing your emotional equilibrium after what easily is one of the more intense scenes you’ve done with San and Wooyoung.

“Still can’t believe I forgot to take a picture,” San pouts, shaking his head in disbelief. “You looked so hot tied up together like that.”

“We could just do it again, you know,” Wooyoung says. He stretches out his arms with a big yawn, then resettles by lying down across you and San, his head in your lap as he grins up at San. “And then you could fuck me next time around.”

The thought mulls slowly in your exhausted head, but it does ping a definite interest. To watch and feel how San rails a helpless Wooyoung into oblivion, fucking Wooyoung’s cock into you with every thrust? Yeah. Yeah, you’re pretty on board with that idea.

“I could be persuaded,” you say coyly, playing with the damp strands of Wooyoung’s hair. “Just give me like, I don’t know, a month to recuperate first.”

San chuckles self-consciously, but there’s a little gleam in his eyes that tells you he’s pretty damn pleased with himself too.

“Sure, we can let you take it easy for a while,” San teases, but then he sighs, a wistful look in his eyes. “Just too bad I can’t fuck you both at once. Only thing that could’ve made tonight even better.”

“I mean, I feel like there’s options for that,” Wooyoung says, tapping his bottom lip. “Take turns or something, and there’s plenty of toys to play with.”

“Yeah, maybe we can get San one of those clone-a-willy kits,” you suggest casually.

“Clone a what now??” San chokes on a cough, his eyes widened in shock as his face goes bright red again.

“Good thinking! We can add a fourth to the mix, strap San’s dick-clone on them, problem solved.”

“You’re a problem,” San says, pouting at you and Wooyoung. “You guys are missing the point, then it wouldn’t be me—”

“Okay, so we find a Choi San lookalike to impersonate you,” you shrug. “Problem solved now?”

San groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Seriously? Can someone please remind me why I put up with you two?”

You giggle at his exasperation. “Because you’re our Sannie, remember? You promised me.” You do reach up to gently squeeze his wrist, his warm hand still resting on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I am,” San says with a long-suffering sigh. “Guess I’m stuck with you.”

But his actions belie his words as he rubs your shoulder affectionately and pulls Wooyoung closer into his lap. Wooyoung winks up at you, and you grin back, shuffling a little closer so you can lean against San.

The three of you recover from the scene in the emotional safety of each others’ company, finding yourselves bound together all the more closely for it; even after the ropes have come off.

[caught-the-lovebug]

hi!

so I have this really really weird situation with my sort-of crush right now.

We both know each other for around a 3 months or so, and i feel we're pretty close friends but im not sure he feels we're THAT close yet, but we still talk sort of often.

we were pretty good friends, and we'd constantly roast each other, make fun... very play-fight type of friends.

so, i honestly just thought of him as a friend for quite a while, but there was this contantly lingering but unidentifiable feeling everytime i'd talk with him. I just brushed it off, because - well, I don't trust chemical reactions.

but then this one day i just realized that - i feel some sort of affection for him. whenever he smiled, laughed at my jokes, responded wittily, made eye contact with me, I'd feel so happy and feel the need to squish his face (haha im so cringey T_T)

and then i was like "okay, this is some kind of romantic affection, definitely" which was weird for me, because I'm ace and I've only ever had one other crush in my entire lifetime, and that was feeling was veeryy different. this was smthing weird, like - i just wanted to protect him at all costs, yknow? that kinda thing, but it wasnt very sibling-y either.

i told a few of my friends abt this while the crush grew, and i tried to interact more, but then this one day I tried talking with him and i figured that someone who knew told him that I liked him and after that, he started acting really distant with me, which I hated, because even if I did like him, I considered him to be a great friend, and I didn't want to lose that friendship. We texted fine, but irl, we barely spoke.

later on, i learnt that he likes another girl and doesn't like me romantically, but doesnt mind being friends with me. After that, I found the whole process of "making him like me" so tiring and gave up on my crush, which was surprisingly exhilarating.

currently, I've convinced him I just want to be friends and I did that to myself as well so now I don't feel any pressure or anxiety when talking with him and I just act as myself (which is so relaxing compared to when I was constantly overthinking everything i did around him). I like the relationship we have as friends but I do still sometimes wish for more.

I like not crushing on him consciously because i can be myself, but at the same time, i catch myself thinking about him or just giggling over how adorable he is or glancing at him whenever I see him.

I'm a little confused as to what we are right now, and more importantly what I'm feeling for him, and idk if maybe I might have a chance with him in the future? should I still make tiny attempts of flirting or trying to impress him or should I just let it be and go on its own course?

(i dont even know what point I'm trying to make here - I just needed to vent T_T)

Just needing to vent is so valid.

I'll attempt to answer your questions still but if the vent is all you needed, then feel free to ignore me lol

It seems to me that you are friends. That doesn't change if someone is crushing on the other. Friendship is separate to romance, they exist side by side. You are friends and you have romantic feelings for him. That's okay.

Getting caught up in what feelings mean and what words to use, I often find isn't helpful. I had a crush on my best friend for four years. It didn't stop us being friends but our friendship felt closer and different to others I'd experienced. When I would get frustrated trying to label how it was more than just best friends but not dating because he didn't feel romantically back, it felt awful. The reality is, words are flawed. Capturing our entire complex history and my emotions for him in one word wasn't going to be possible.

And this can be true for newer crushes on friends too.

In regards to a chance in the future, you might! But equally, you might not. It's okay to have your feelings and not force them away if you don't want to. In my experience, crushes on friends are difficult to force away. But I would let it fade when it does. Clearly, he doesn't want to lead you on, so holding onto hope isn't going to help your friendship.

And on that same topic, I don't think you should try attempts at flirting. You've both decided to be friends and not pursue romance with each other right now, I wouldn't push that.

In saying that, having a crush can be fun and exciting, and you're allowed to exist in those feelings and enjoy them. If you don't like them, that's valid too! But you don't have to be ashamed of them and you don't have to force them away if you don't want to.

I hope this helps!

[darkangelfae]

I'm so shocked and crying. :( YOU ARE REALLY HERE IN PERSON. :) Are you really here! in SK? Where how are you…sit…:) I told you I here every day every- second the body is yours no more crying no more I know you would be worried and I don't want my husband to be sad anymore…please. don't mention her name in any of our social media..I don't wanna be in trouble with Instagram cause they bann my stuff once already :(

:) so smile Jun _su. JS._ xiah_ :) mr x mr x .my mr x my mr black...smile for me.don't cry for me. I'm a nurse remember? also the girl that went on many dates with you :) stars light up one by one in a dark hallway like the airport lights..alone you and me... I'm telling you Junsu. breathe in and breathe out...breathe in .........breathe out..im checking on you..hang out with you..or your friends. lol...show me your house. junsu all i want to do to you is make ur tears go away. my lonely prince. I know..i see it in ur eyes. Suffering because of me :( we both were. im sorry my sweet husband...its not ur fault ...100 is not your burden to bare. so you don't need to feel guilty about our breakup.

It was probably beacuse we were too young ..still trying to figure out our life. I love you nancy i love you i love you nc. nate nate nate..i choose you 10000000000 over anyone...no one no one no one will come for you or your family. i keep you safe iwant you i need you i want to make you feel my love...you feel it right?

<3 < 3 <3 :) smile prince xiah junsu. :) cry cry cry my door is open open..tell me who you are first. lol okay?. im going to be the best husband to you nancy im gonna be the man you fell in love with. i am still him right. you see i will never hurt you. i love you we all LOVE YOU NANCY. PLESE DON'T SAY THOSE WORDS. what in your mind is not true. say that 10 x..not true, be cause you know

T_T me and jun _su xiah _ xia _ K=never hate only love. i never hate all of you TVXQ.. love fans too much. one number fan of Junsu. take a flight to my hometown.i need to know you will be there Junsu. i need to know are we a "K-pop" drama? are we best friends, feel my love..feel my cock on ur you feel it.. I'm so so so hard right now,, give me your first love..and I am your last? :) Hai hai Junsu. :) arigato saranghae junsu. no matter what no I want you right now..right now

i want to have sex with Nate..bring her out. i have a star to redeem. is that what you mean? yes !!! MORE TOME YOU SPEND WITH ME T_T wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Junsu come home with me ...its worth it to see you for 16 hr flight..you are the cause worth fighting for nancy.. WE LOVE YOU. PALM TREE PLUS YOU PLUS JUNSU FOREVER AND EVER NANCY? YOU REALLY ...HERE IN FRONT OF ME..IN MY ARM?

LONGER I WANNA LIVE FOR YOU. I WILL LIVE FOR JULIE, hALONA, AND kINGTON AND MOM AND DAD. THE FAMILY I CALL MY FRIENDS.

I will never ever do it..I promise you Junsu, I'm not going anywhere my sweet silly prince Xia. please don't cry. break my heart too. :) in here to cheer you up and be your wife,, :) 2018 is now the best husband I can ask for. I'm here in person..told you...follow the foot stops. I'll meet you at the train we can hold hands and be with you every day is that what you mean junsu, Hana? : Di wanna do that so bad. so I get to have ur heart..i get to be your HOws I get to be there a

man that protects you from all the

SO COME TO BED PRINCE XIAH JUNSU. <AHHH> IT YOU? NANCY LEUNG. NATE, CARE, ALL ME ME AND AND YOU LOVE ME? HONEY, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU KNOW. I CARE ABOUT YOUT I CARE ABOUT YOU. IM WAS SO, SO SCARED TO LOSE YOU AGAIN. :( come home i wanna give you the best bj you ever had. we were hana always hana remember? bl

LETS COME TO BED BACK TO BED ...THIS IS MY BOAT RIDE WITH YOU ...TANGLED. TANGY,

[minastras]

also BARE WITH ME hjdskahsdjak im finally here to leave my thoughts on a match made in heaven jake sim's brain and MINA!!!!

the way jake has been trying to match yn FOR THE LONGEST and been telling heeseung about yn too T_T where is my best friend jake to do that for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for jayhoon tbh? LOL

About him being “your dream man”, which made you mime throwing up every time Jake said it.

the way i wanted to punch jake myself dhsjakdhsajk he is so funny!!!

The fridge door abruptly slammed shut. “Jin, they said no,” the fridge guy said firmly, subtly positioning himself between you and Hyeongjin.

THIS RIGHT HERE! S T A N D A R D tyvm and the way i cackled at "fridge guy" HAHAHAHAHA

“Oh, in that case, hi. I’m Heeseung. You must be Y/N.”

the way they met and fridge guy is heeseung :3 PRECIOUS

and then heeseung understanding how yn was uncomfortable from the party after that hyeongjin smh AND THEY WERE A MATCH MADE BY JAKE ANYWAYS, went out for a ride and to the diner T_T

and then jake calling later "I LOVE YN" duuuuuude hahahaha the way i can see him panic irl like that and run through the entire house looking yn.

“I barely know what they look like because you show me the shittiest pictures of them. How am I supposed to help you?” Heeseung countered. So it wasn’t just you, then. 

THE PETTINESS HEESEUNG DID HAHAHA I LAUGHED SO HARD LIKE WELL DESERVED, JAKE LMFAO

And the rest of where they continued hanging out T_T heeseung being a gentleman he is, apologizing each time he mentioned the overshares jake did LOL too cute like <3 we love that jake just love his two favorites and wants them together. i cry!!!

He looked up at you with a boyish grin. “Stargazing. Come join me.”

the way i screamed because stargazing A+

“Hello,” he said playfully.

You giggled. “Hi.”

SO. FUCKING. CUTE. Again, i melted.

you're so good at making a situation cute, silly, a bit worrisome for jake lol BUT still good and cute and i T_T i cant wait to read more!

AHHHH TY TY TY FOR WRITING ALL OF THIS !!! this was the first time i posted my writing publicly and your words mean sm to me <333

\i will let u in on a lil secret .. i have a sunghoon + best friend heeseung fic AND a jake + best friend sunghoon fic in the works. can u tell i have a problem (i didn't even realise it until now LMAO but i'm gonna give jay his own fic probably)

FRIDGE GUY YES bc this is exactly the way my inner monologue labels ppl when idk their names

jake is so well-meaning and earnest but let's be fr men do not know how to choose good pictures!!!! also like bro u're so close to both hee and y/n just bring one of them along with u for lunch one day or sth why must they meet at a PARTY !

in my mind y/n knows some embarrassing stuff abt hee too but they're a bit more self-aware than he is aalsjdnalj

AGAIN tysm for your kind words my heart is rly so full rn !!!

[filmbyjy]

MIXED UP

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

summary: baking has always been your passion and you were surprised when your teacher announced that he managed to save you an extra spot in the competition. however, that turned sour when you realise...you had to beat jay, the man who broke your heart.

warnings: decently angsty but happy ending. there is tons of sexual jokes in here because that's my type of humour (unfortunately). sunghoon being an asshole, shitty explaination of a damn baking competition. also it's been 3 years since the last time i was in home economics, okay. give me a break T_T i tried my best explaining it the best i could.

word count: 6.5K words

NOTE: SURPRISE!!! somehow I finished this in 3 days. im surprised. but yeah enjoy this. this is unfortunately mostly angsty…I wrote most of this at 12am in the morning so thats why👍🏻

“maybe if you didn’t make a mistake on adding a teeny tiny bit more sugar, you’d get a better result.” jay mocks while waving the 1st prize in your face. your hands were clenched, the whites of your knuckles showing. tears just brimming at your eyes.

“why are you such a fucking jerk?”

“me? a jerk? aww is little (name) going to cry?” jay pouts.

“you don’t even want to get a degree!”

“you’re right. I don’t. I just live to annoy you and get you mad. besides, i can just take up my dad’s position as a CEO at his company.” jay smirks. “everything is already planned for me.”

you lift your finger up to poke into his chest, backing him up against a wall.

“you’re such a bitch, you know?”

“ah, i live to be one.” jay smirks as he provokes you. you leaned close, tiptoeing to get to his height. the both of you not backing away.

wait wait, let us rewind to before this argument with jay exactly happened. 5 months ago, it was a saturday to be exact. both you and your twin brother, jake were hanging out in your bedroom just catching up since the both of you barely see each other (due to him being a science major and you being a culinary student). your phone pings and the both of you looked over at it.

you grabbed your phone and unlocked it.

“someone you’re chatting to on tinder?” jake asks. you rolled your eyes.

“no, it’s just my teacher.”

“ooo is it the one that has all the girls panties soaking?” you gave your brother a disgusted look.

“where did you hear about that from?”

“well, remember when i had to walk over to your department because i had to hand you something?” you nod, “well there were tons of girls talking about your teacher and how hot he looks in his ‘chef outfit’.” jake air quotes.

“he is 30, married and has a kid.” you said. jake raises his brow.

“so you like dilfs?” jake asks.

“sim jaeyun!”

“what? he texted you! like dmed you!” jake raises his arm feigning his innocence. you facepalmed.

“he texted me because he is offering me an extra spot in a baking competition!” you read the text out loud. you did a double take, jake’s jaw drops.

“i thought you didn’t make it-” jake gasps, “did you suck his dick to get the extra spot, (name). be honest.”

you breathed in, “you have 3 seconds before i end your life, jake.”

“well-”

“3.”

“look.”

“2.”

“(name).”

“1.”

“WAIT!” jake gets up and runs around your apartment trying to escape you. you ran after him whilst yelling out loud. there were a series of knocks at your front door so you stopped chasing after your brother. jake lets out a sigh of relief.

you pointed at him before gesturing ‘it’s not over’. you went to open your door and well, surprise surprise. it was the last person on earth you’d like to see.

“park.”

“sim.”

“the fuck do you want?”

“this is an apartment building, mind keeping your voice down? i can hear you screaming from across.”

“the hallway is small, obviously you’d be able to hear me.” you folded your arms, leaning at your front door. “you live literally opposite of me.”

“no shit sherlock. i can see that.” jay grumbles, “i’m trying to study so could you shut the fuck up?”

you were about to scowl at him but your brother had to pop his head out.

“ay, jongseong. you still up for playing LOL right?” jake asks. jay flashes your brother a smile.

“of course, just get a hold of heeseung hyung and sunghoon.”

“perfect.” jake’s eyes met with yours. you grabbed your slippers.

“get back inside.” you smacked him once with your slipper. jake winces and pouts.

“can’t believe you’d hurt your twin brother.”

“didn’t i tell you not to befriend this asshole?” you point to jay.

“you can’t tell me what to do. your not mom.” jake sticks out his tongue before getting back inside. you sighed.

“anything else, park?”

“ah right, did you get a text from mr.kang?”

“and why the fuck would i tell you?” jay rolls his eyes.

“so you did get it. great because he offered me a spot too.” your jaw drops.

“how could he offer you a spot? you suck at baking.” jay laughs out loud.

“me? horrible at baking? you’re clearly thinking of someone else. maybe you’re thinking about jake.”

“I heard that jay!” jake yells from the living room. you rolled your eyes.

“high school, bake sale. you and i were supposed to make cookies together to sell. you burnt the cookies and we didn’t earn enough money to raise a charity. everyone in our class blamed us, mainly me because you claimed i was the one who burnt it. everyone believed in your white lies, all because they liked you and you were mr.popular while i was just your dumb shadow, following you around like a lost soul.”

that’s right. although you and jay were rivals now, you were best friends before. jay was the popular kid along with your brother and the two other boys, lee heeseung and park sunghoon. every girl loved them. every one of them wanted to be their girlfriend but none of the boys really cared. they thought at that age that getting a girlfriend wasn’t worth their time. sure, they loved having eyes on them and gaining the attention. they only, however, lead girls on. truly only showing their true colours after a single date. in fact, all of them were still virgins.

you were sure. you’ve never seen them kiss a single girl or seen them sneak off to some random room with a hook up, maybe except for heeseung (you were sure that boy has kissed a girl once). i mean, you were jake’s twin. obviously, you knew your brother would never do so. he was saving everything for marriage. wow, such a christian boy.

this rivalry between you and jay started with you confessing your feelings for him. yup, you liked him and you told him about it. it didn’t end pretty and you still remember jay laughing at you. it was…bad. you never want to relive that moment ever again which is why you simply only flirt and never confess. you were afraid of another rejection.

you devoted to hate everything jay does because he hurt your feelings. at first, he kept apologising (it wasn’t sincere at all) but then eventually he just grew to annoy you. he mocks you whenever you get a lower score than him. he loved teasing you and getting on your nerves. one time, he got a higher score than you in home economics, he never stopped yapping and showing off for a whole month straight.

then when you graduated, you just had to find out he was joining culinary too but why? he ruined the bake sale and burnt those damn cookies. why was he joining something he was bad at? was it to mock you and annoy you to death?

“that’s the past, sweetcheeks. we are living in the present which means i got the extra spot.” jay says. you rolled your eyes.

“just stay the fuck away from me. i have to win this.”

“always competitive, huh.”

you scoffed, “it’s a competition and it would look great on my portfolio so you better step the fuck back. this competition is important to me.”

“and if i beat your ass and prove a point you suck?”

“then i’ll actually beat your ass.” you raised a fist up. jay laughs before grabbing your fist and pushing it down.

“you do realise i’ve been hitting the gym lately. there is no way you’d be able to beat me.”

“just leave.” you shoved jay out into the hallway and closed the door on him. jake tiptoes warily, careful not to make you mad. he wraps his arms around you and hugged you. jake’s hugs always simmered down your anger. ever since you and jay became enemies, jake had always comforted you.

“(name), you do realise you can ignore him right?” you snuzzled your head onto jake’s chest, happy to be in your brother’s arms since he gave the best hugs.

“trust me, i’ve tried hard but that asshole lives to annoy me.”

“i’ll try to talk to him about it.”

“it’s fine. this is between me and him, i don’t want to bring you or the other 2 in.”

“well, technically it also involves us. he is our friend and you are my sister so yeah, i’m caught up between the both of you.”

“you could choose one of us to defend.”

“the both of you are petty, if i choose either one of you, your both going to sulk. it’s really funny since the both of you used to be friends too-”

“we do not speak about the past.” you smacked jake’s back. jake lets go of the hug.

“look i have no idea how you and jay fell apart but i miss how our friend group didn’t have you two constantly at each other’s throats. it was way better back then.”

you never told jake what happened to you and jay. he did know you were rejected by your crush but he didn’t know your crush was jay. you guessed that’s how much jay didn’t care about you. he never talked about it to your brother when you thought he would.

“it will never go back to how it was back then. besides, you know one of the reasons why we fell apart.”

“the bake sale incident. yeah, i know but i seriously thought that was the only reason. what’s the other reason?”

“not telling you, jaeyun.”

jake whines, “come on. i’m your twin brother, your singular minute younger twin brother. do you not trust me?” he pouts.

“yes because you suck at keeping secrets. you’d blurt it out to the 2 other boys.”

“well.” jake huffs. you ruffled his hair.

“come on, let’s watch some reruns of your favourite show.” jake gasps.

“let’s go!” jake drags you to the couch.

the next day, you entered the class. the first thing you ever noticed was how jay was busy flirting with one of the girls in the class. he pushes a strand of hair behind her ears and the girl blushes. you rolled your eyes and placed your bag in your locker (you had your own lockers in the class as it was the kitchen).

“you know the kitchen is for cooking and learning. not for you to nearly jump on each other.” you say to gain both of their attentions. jay turns to you. he notices how you were wearing a hoodie.

“why aren’t you in your attire?” jay asks. you grabbed your uniform from your bag.

“I was going to change.” you noticed the girl was eyeing you up and down in disgust. “why? do you wanna follow me into the bathroom? ah, i get it...you must’ve missed my body. judging by how much you were whimpering last night. who knew you liked to be pegged.” you smirked.

the girl’s jaw drops and so did jay’s.

“anyways, if you’re not going to follow me. i’m going first, take care jongseong~” you left the kitchen with a smile over your lips. you were about to enter the bathroom when a hand reaches out for you and spins you around.

“you.”

“oh come on, park. i know you’re just flirting with her for fun. you were never one to date seriously. you were also never one to take confessions seriously.” you mumbled the last part. jay unfortunately heard it though.

“what? are you still butthurt over me rejecting you?”

“in your dreams, i’m completely over you.” he backs you up against the wall and leans close.

“really?” you stared directly into his eyes, glaring at him. you could not waver, jay knows you well enough.

“yes, now get the fuck away from me.” you pushed him and went into the bathroom to change. you shut the stall door and sat down on the closed toilet lid. you groaned into your hands.

“why did my heart race again. you’re over him already. he isn’t worth your time.” you sighed before putting on your attire. you entered the class and got ready for it.

it was as per usual. the teacher talking about the history and then demonstrating the steps. after the class ends, the teacher calls up you and jay.

“my two favourite students!” mr.kang smiles. “so i know the both of you are capable of doing your very best in the competition, so i wanna challenge both of you.”

“we’ll be up to any challenge you put out, mr.kang.” jay says. you nearly scoffed at the good boy persona he was putting out to suck up to the teacher.

“great. i’d like the both of you to create 2 dishes. 1 of your own and one that the other likes.”

“sir, i don’t really understand what you are saying.” you asked.

“well, at first i thought of getting you two to do a dish together but then i remembered that this competition is only solo. in the end, i decided that you two will be making each other’s favourite dessert! it means you two can bond and get to know each other.”

oh if only the teacher knew you two were friends before. you smiled.

“alright, sir. we will get to it!” you say. mr.kang clasps his hands.

“great! competition is in 5 months time. you will have more than enough time to practice whilst balancing school work. take care, alright?”

“sir, may i bake in school? my apartment unfortunately does not have an oven and i can’t travel to my parent’s home since it’s in australia.”

“of course, (name). however, ingredients is not provided. you can keep your ingredients in the fridge though so it wouldn’t be a hassle to bring them back and forth.”

“duly noted. I’ll bring my own ingredients.” you say. mr.kang smiles.

“good luck you two.” and so the teacher leaves. you were just left with jay in the kitchen.

“both of us were friends, you know my favourite dessert and i know yours so we won’t need to hang out.” you opened your locker and grabbed your bag.

the next month flies by quick, you probably had baked about 5 times in this whole month alone. that’s how important it was for you. you did work in a small cafe which sold sweet treats so you could practice baking too.

“here you go, heeseung.” you hand heeseung a plate of cake that you had made after finishing class. heeseung smiled and thanked you. just as he was about to take a bite, jay shoves his cake in front of him.

“here, try this one instead!” jay says. heeseung looks at the both of you and then to jake and sunghoon.

“hey, umm mind trying these cakes with me? if eat it alone, i might get threatened by these two.”

“enjoy dude, i’ve already been harassed by (name) and jay last week. it’s your turn.” sunghoon yells.

“yeah, i think i need to hit the gym again. i’ve had too many cake for this past month.” jake huffs. you gasped.

“ah, then this is perfect time to announce that i made pie too.” you placed the slice on the table. sunghoon and jake ran over to grab it but heeseung claims it as his by taking a bite out of it.

“please tell me you have more.” jake pleads. you giggled.

“yeah, it’s in the fridge.”

“YES!!” jake runs over to your fridge. you turned to jay and smiled.

“never thought about switching things up huh, park?” jay scoffs.

“you’re just buttering up to them so they can keep trying out your baked goods.”

“exactly, moreover, they love my pies. i recall you loving it too.” you grabbed a small bite sized with a fork and made airplane noises. “does jongseong, want it?”

jay rolls his eyes, “i’ll take my revenge and no, i don’t want your pie.”

“suit yourself~” you were ready to eat it when jay goes for it. he chews and swallows it.

“it’s not crumbly enough, maybe you should’ve rubbed the fat in more.” jay smirks before he goes over to the bathroom.

2nd month, you were about 3 months away from the actual competition. you were once again back in the kitchen at 6pm creating the next idea you had in mind for the baking competition. just as you stepped into the kitchen, you noticed jay and the same girl from that day. she was on the counter and jay stood in between her legs. they were making out. your heart drops. you suddenly felt like crying. why? aren’t you over him? he can do whatever he wants.

you accidentally dropped your bag and they pulled away to inspect what the sound was. jay’s eyes met with yours. it had been so long since he had seen the look of disappointment and hurt in your eyes. the last time being when he laughed in your face after you confessed in high school. you composed yourself and grabbed your bag from the ground before trudging to your locker. a tear slips by accident and you wiped it quickly.

“wow, you’re not a kissing virgin. thought you were, makes me think my brother and the 2 other two aren’t too.” you tried to hide your wavering voice. “by the way, the kitchen is a place for cooking. not for a hook up. please leave if you are going to continue, you have your own apartment for a reason.” with that you left. you went to change into your outfit.

the moment the bathroom stall door was shut, you couldn’t help but bawl your eyes out. you were confused and frustrated with how you were feeling. you told yourself multiple times that you were over jay. you sucked it up and change into your chef attire before washing up your face. you entered the kitchen again, it was empty so jay did actually leave.

you shook your head. you had to concentrate on baking, not on jay. that was your priority.

you went over to preheat the oven, you start measuring up all the dry ingredients before grabbing the butter and cold water from the fridge. you quietly sifted the flour into the bowl and dumped the butter inside, carefully you rubbed the butter and flour together, making it look like breadcrumbs. you placed the bowl into the mixer and poured cold water little by little as the mixer slowly created the dough.

your mind went places. you imagined you and jay working on desserts together. him guiding your hand and helping you. his laughter echoing beside you. he kisses the side of your head. however, that was not reality and you shouldn’t even be dreaming about him like that. you sighed. you grabbed the dough and wrapped in cling wrap, it had to rest in the fridge for a while.

you scrolled through your phone while waiting. you noticed a text from sunghoon and his caller id flashes on the screen, you picked it up.

“what’s up, hoon?” you answered.

“where are you?”

“still in the kitchen.”

“i hear moaning sounds from jay’s house, i almost went inside until jake pointed it out. can we crash at your place?”

“why are you guys always over at my house?”

“because jay lives in front and he is our friend too. we usually go over because jake misses his twin sister dearly.” you giggled.

“yeah, i know he does. I’ll text you my code.”

“alright.” you could tell sunghoon was hesitating to say something.

“do you have something else to say, hoon.”

“do you want me to come over to accompany you?” sunghoon asks.

“then what about jake?”

“heeseung hyung is here too. i can just tell them i’m gonna be your dessert taster.”

“then wouldn’t they wanna come too?”

“jake and heeseung can’t handle any more desserts. It’s too much for them.”

“alright, then come over. you know where the kitchen is right?”

“I followed jake there once but could you guide me through call?”

“of course. in that case, i’ll text jake my code instead. you can make your way over now and i’ll remain on call with you.”

“perfect.”

you could hear chattering on the other side. you sent jake a text message with your code. you guided sunghoon over to where you were.

“woah, this place is cool.”

“yeah, it’s only for culinary students but since classes are over and i have permission to use this place. i can bring you here.” you remembered jay had been bringing the girl over here, you assumed they’ve been hooking up for a decent amount of time.

“look, i came here to talk to you about jay.”

“oh god, what is it-”

“i know you used to like jay and you confessed to him.”

“what? what else do you know?”

“well, when you confessed to him he laughed right in your face and you cried the whole way home.”

“park sunghoon, did you stalk me?”

“nono, i didn’t. I happened to have noticed it while on the way home and well you know we walk the same route to get home since i’m your neighbour after all.”

“this is embarrassing. do the other 2 know?”

“not at all. just me.”

“well, keep it secret then. it’s the past, jay and i will never become as close as before.” you sighed and grabbed the dough. you floured the wooden board and the rolling pin. you unwrapped the dough and rolled it out on the board.

“i also know that you saw jay and that girl making out.”

you stopped rolling the dough out before shaking your head and cutting out the dough to fit the aluminium foil tart. you pressed it on and stabbed the bottom with a fork.

“you have hawk eyes, hoon.” you weakly laughed while cutting out more dough. “you always seem to catch me at the wrong times. the fact that all of them included jay. you know, i even told him that i didn’t know he did all of these things and it makes me think you guys do this too-” you turned to face sunghoon but realise he was inches away from you.

you stepped back, “sorry.”

sunghoon hugs you. it was rare he ever did this, which was why you found it weird. you broke the hug.

“hoon, why are you doing this?”

“(name)...” you tilt your head. “I-”

you could hear a crash behind sunghoon. you noticed it was jay. you rolled your eyes.

“had fun? you must’ve been so stressed with preparation for the baking competition that you got your dick wet.” you continued pressing down the dough onto the mould. jay rolls his eyes.

“jealous? at least i’m getting something. you’re stuck being a virgin for the rest of your life. you’ve never even kissed anyone, pathetic.” you stopped what you were doing and decided that you had enough of jay but sunghoon holds you back.

“don’t (name).” sunghoon says. you just listened to him. after that, you and jay never dared to talk to each other. sunghoon could sense the suffocating tension between the both of you, he only sighs.

3rd month, you were happily giggling whilst typing on your phone. recently, sunghoon had been sending you a bunch of funny and adorable photos of himself. he says it’s to cheer you up so you could enjoy your day. you were yet again about to enter the kitchen when sunghoon pops up in front of you whilst holding something.

“present for the birthday girl~”

“hoon, it’s not my birthday!”

“check your calendar again, dummy.” you looked at the date and realised, he was right. “happy birthday, prettiest girl.” sunghoon pecks your forehead.

“hoon!” you smacked his arm, “we are supposed to keep this a secret. we wouldn’t want anyone to snap a picture of us and post us onto the school’s hot new couple page for jake to see.”

“you’re right…but i kinda don’t mind.” he starts to leave pecks all over your face.

both you and sunghoon somehow became a couple 2 weeks after the incident that happened with jay a month ago. sunghoon obviously knew you liked jay still, he could tell from the lingering gazes you gave jay when jay wasn’t looking. sunghoon wasn’t hurt by this since he knew this in the long run when falling for you. however, since jay was being an ass to you right now. he thought why not have some fun for a while with you before jay comes to realise that he liked you.

“ehem.” you hear someone clear their throat. you knew who it was. you turned around and faced the boy.

“oh sorry, am i in your way? i’ll move your majesty.”

“are you and sunghoon a couple? shall i tell your dear brother?” jay smirks.

“go ahead. i’ve been meaning to tell everyone. I think everyone deserves to know i’m dating the park sunghoon.” jay clenches his fist.

“well unfortunately, there are no outsiders allowed in here.”

“oh really, just yesterday you brought your ‘girlfriend’ here. i don’t see what’s wrong with bringing my boyfriend here.”

“too bad, the rules just applied today. besides, you’re going to get distracted, sim.”

“really? but this distraction is great. he gets to kiss me and help me out.”

“well, pda isn’t allowed here.”

“oh wow, you’re so fucking annoying-” sunghoon pulls you into a kiss. you wrapped your arm around his neck. he peaks to look at jay and notices how jay’s jaw was clenched. his knuckles turning white. jay’s eyes met with sunghoon’s. sunghoon takes the opportunity to slide his hand down to your waist and squeezing it. he closes his eyes to really feel and deepen the kiss.

you pulled back, “hoon.” sunghoon looks down to notice your adorable rosy cheeks.

“let’s go, it’s your birthday. we should enjoy it.” sunghoon holds your hand. he ignores jay’s glare. you nod. “we could even make use of your present tomorrow when i help you out with your baking.” sunghoon says.

“don’t you have an extra-curriculum?”

“yeah but you can swing by my apartment and we could bake there..”

“great idea!!” sunghoon smiles.

“then let’s spend your birthday together.” you happily nodded and dragged sunghoon out of the kitchen. jay watches you and sunghoon leave.

he can’t help but feel jealousy, especially since he likes you but he knew you wouldn’t be so careless and accept him. not when he has hurt you. jay slams his fist onto the counter. he ignored the stinging pain and how his knuckles were going to be bruised. how did jay deduce he liked you? well, that day when you caught him and that girl making out. he felt the need to go over and comfort you, like it was wrong to see you so heartbroken.

it had been like that since the day you confessed to him, guilt always creeped around whenever he thought about that day. he regrets laughing in your face. if he hadn’t done so, he would’ve been dating you right now and it wouldn’t have turned out into a ‘enemies to lovers’ arc. it would’ve been ‘friends to lovers’. well, unfortunately, he has let you slip out of his hands once again and he hates himself for it.

4th month, as competitions was just a month away. you were stressing to do well and with that happening. you interacted less and less with sunghoon. you felt bad, how could you ghost your own boyfriend? as such, you made sunghoon a dessert to apologise but you were met with a random girl in his apartment. she was just wearing a robe, a bathroom robe.

“who are you and what do you want with my sunghoon?” you felt your heart drop.

“your sunghoon?” you scoffed. “really? In that case, enjoy this treat with your boyfriend. just let him know his ex-girlfriend just dropped by.” you smiled at the girl and left.

you dropped a text to sunghoon, “let’s break up. thought we could last but i guess you were just using me. thanks for the memories and don’t ever come by my house ever again.” you blocked his number shortly after.

after that shock, jake was flabbergasted to find out you and sunghoon dated. moreover, he cheated on you. he was mad at the boy and so he never contacted him for at least 2 weeks before he folded and hanged out with him. you were doing so well since the break up. two of the worst things happened to you, you got rejected and you got cheated on.

jake knocks on your bedroom door.

“hey (name).” he pauses, “i know this whole thing is taking a toll on you. it really sucks that sunghoon cheated on you. you know i’d never accept cheaters as friends-”

“enjoy your time with him.” you yelled.

“(name).”

“leave, jake.” jake winces at the tone you used. he could hear you once again crying. jake turns to heeseung.

“i should probably punch sunghoon’s guts for hurting my sister, huh.”

“yes.” heeseung sighs, “two of the closest people to (name) and they both fucked up bad. idiots.”

“you wouldn’t dare hurt my sister would you?” jake looks at heeseung.

“if i hurt your sister, please unfriend me.” heeseung says.

“bro…” jake hugs heeseung.

5th month, you finally finished with your last dessert that you decided to do at the baking competition. you placed the final touches and smiled.

“(name).” it was sunghoon. you sighed and turned to him.

“what are you doing here? thought you were busy with your new girlfriend. she’s really pretty by the way. ah, she must’ve also been really experienced in sex. makes sense why you cheated on me since i have no experience.”

“(name), listen to me.”

“why should i listen to you when i trusted you and you betrayed it, hmm?”

“i’m sorry i broke your trust.”

“look, i was happy for the time we dated. i actually forgot that my feelings for jay might’ve came back. i let you kiss me, make out with me and for what? for you to fuck up the friendship we had?”

“I really thought i had someone who cared for me. clearly, i don’t. you used me. just get out.” you say.

“i’m sorry.”

“leave please.” your voice was already cracking, tears forming. sunghoon leaves and you kneeled onto the ground whilst crying. you tried forgetting about the time you spent with sunghoon but it felt exactly like back then. when you first confessed to jay.

you felt arms wrap around you and you knew that familiar scent. it was jay. you wanted to push him away but you didn’t have the energy to right him off you so you just cried in his arms. jay never said anything, he just rubbed your shoulder and occasionally left pecks on the side of your head. it was funny, your first love comforting you after your first ever boyfriend cheated on you.

D-DAY, finally it was the day of the competition. jay has never talked about what happened in the kitchen. which you were thankful for because it was one of your weakest moments and you just simply didn’t want to talk about it.

“you may begin baking, chefs, you have 2 hours of baking time for 2 dishes. good luck.” the host says. you took a deep breath and started searching for the ingredients you needed.

after you were done, you went to your work station and washed your hands. you preheated the oven and started measuring out the amount you needed. it was a rough battle, everyone was extremely tensed since they wanted to do well. there was enough time to cool the dough down so that’s what you did before starting up on the next dessert.

it was jay’s favourite. a memory comes flooding back.

“here, try this.” you gave jay a spoonful. he hums.

“it’s really good. what is it?”

“just something that i wanted to try.”

“it’s almost as great as the ones in bakery shops.” jay says.

“are you saying my desserts are worst than bakery shops?”

“well..” you smacked him. “i’m kidding!”

“you better be.”

“i can definitely say…this will be my favourite dessert from now on.”

“and why?” you asked curiously.

“because you made them.”

you shook your head. you had to concentrate on making the dessert.

2 hours pass by in a breeze. everyone was extremely worried as they placed their desserts onto the table in front of the judges. they gave time to everyone to walk around while the judges taste tested their desserts. you walked outside and went to the fountain. you felt a presence next to you but you could tell who it was.

“was it hard?” jay asks.

“hmm? what’s hard?”

“knowing that sunghoon cheated on you.”

“what do you think?”

“i knew sunghoon had been cheating on you.” you turned to face jay, “i confronted him about it. he mentioned about how ‘i need to realise something.’ and that he is doing this for me.”

“what do you mean?”

“I have no idea what he means too but if it makes you feel better, i punched him.” your heart leaps. he punched sunghoon for you. you snort.

“why? felt obliged to do so? you didn’t need to, you know. it’s mine and sunghoon’s business.”

“I didn’t feel obliged to do so. sunghoon is an asshole, he cheated on someone. i wouldn’t accept any of the guys if they cheated on a girl.”

“what about you then?”

“i’ve never cheated on anyone and i don’t plan to.”

“then why do you fuck around and hurt a girl’s heart.”

“it’s different.”

“really? because i feel like it’s the same thing. especially when there is a girl out there who likes you and they know you are fucking some other girl.”

“(name) do you-”

“hey hey, sunshine.” your brother hugs you. you spot sunghoon and heeseung. jake pulls away from the hug to pat jay’s back. “ah wait, i forgot to add something.” he places a paper bag over sunghoon’s head.

“There.” jake smiles. sunghoon groans.

“is it really necessary to do this?”

“yes, because you are the fuckwit who hurt my twin sister. she still doesn’t want to see and talk to your cheating ass.”

“okay, fine!” sunghoon folds his arms. “but i tried apologising.”

“she didn’t accept your apology so it doesn’t count!” jake says.

you rolled your eyes, “just take the paper bag off.”

sunghoon sighs in relief, he takes the bag off his head and swooshes his hair back since it was messy.

“what are you guys doing here?” you asked.

“to support you and jay of course.” jake smiles. you nod.

“such a supportive little brother.” you cooed teasingly whilst ruffled his hair.

“by 1 minute (name). one.” jake huffs. you giggled. you heard the host calling out for everyone.

“oh they are announcing winners. let’s go.” heeseung says.

“we are here to announce the winner of the baking competition!”

“it was a really tough decision for the judges as there were two people who were neck and neck.”

jake nudges you, “bet it’s you and jay.”

“won’t be surprised. we are always the top in our class anyways. all that matters is that it’s either me or him who got 1st place.”

“it doesn’t really matter.”

“it does to me, it would look good on my graduate certificate, don’t you think?”

“second place, would like nice on you too. since you got it.” jay smirks. you turned to the screen and realised your name was just below jay. he was first place.

they made you go up on stage to accept the award and certificate. you put on a smile which instantly faded the moment you got off stage. jay was laughing with your brother and the 2 other boys. you shoved the items to jake and pulled jay away from them.

you brought him over to the kitchen, the same place the both of you spent on practicing for the competition.

“what the fuck did you do to the results? did you cheat your way through?” jay scoffs.

“is that how you see me as? come on, sim. just cause i did better than you.”

“better than me? it should be me who is better than you.”

“maybe if you didn’t make a mistake on adding a teeny tiny bit more sugar, you’d get a better result.” jay mocks while waving the 1st prize in your face. your hands were clenched, the whites of your knuckles showing. tears just brimming at your eyes.

“why are you such a fucking jerk?”

“me? a jerk? aww is little (name) going to cry?” jay pouts.

“you don’t even want to get a degree!”

“you’re right. I don’t. I just live to annoy you and get you mad. besides, i can just take up my dad’s position as a CEO at his company.” jay smirks. “everything is already planned for me.”

you lift your finger up to poke into his chest, backing him up against a wall.

“you’re such a bitch, you know?”

“ah, i live to be one.” jay smirks as he provokes you. you leaned close, tiptoeing to get to his height. the both of you not backing away.

“i fucking hate you.” you told him. it was hard to admit it, not when he was your first love. jay rolls his eyes.

“say that again. i dare you.”

“i fucking h-” jay pushes his lips on yours. your eyes widened. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you wanted to push him away but your body didn’t let you.

‘fuck it, it happened already.’ was what you thought. you closed your eyes and kissed jay back. he smiles through the kiss and pulls you closer, his hand reaching up to hold your cheek.

you pulled back after another 1 minute or so. you needed some air since jay was literally knocking the air out of you. you looked away from jay and tilts your chin up with his finger.

“look at me, baby.” you melt at his words. “why are you so shy now, what happened to the (name) that always bites back?” you blushed. he chuckles and pecks your nose.

“i like you.” jay admits. your heart swells.

“i like you too.” you shyly say. jay wraps his arms around you.

“i find it weird you’re not biting back and scowling but i missed this (name) a lot. my (name).” you snuggled in jay’s arms.

“then would you rather i start scowling and getting mad at you for kissing me?” you tried pulling away. jay holds you tighter.

“no, don’t leave.” he pecks your forehead. you laughed.

“by the way, sunghoon purposely cheated on you because he knew i liked you.” jay admits. you pulled away from the hug.

“WHAT?”

[soobasaur]

are you mine?

— a lee minho au

genre: enemies to lovers minho x gender neutral!reader

a/n: this is for my bestie who has been in a minho obsession lately and needs more content, you know who you are :]

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you and minho didnt exactly,,,get along very well for a while

the only reason you both even knew each other was two of your best friends were dating and merged ur friend groups

(thanks a lot binsung 〴⋋_⋌〵)

you wouldnt go as far as to say you hated him

but you liked to pretend you did

you just barely saw him around so why not just mke him your mortal enemy??

it was easier to hate him then admit he was decent company!!

you had a reputation to uphold!!!!

and apparently he did too because he never really disagreed,,,,

you guys just ever had a chance to get off on the right foot and really talk

mutual disagreement <33

the thing is, the both of you were never left alone together

like ever

until that one time yall were abandoned (-д-；)

you and ur friend groups planned a hang out but everyone ended up cancelling last minute with no excuse

it was just you two who didnt get the memo and ended up alone

now that you think about it,,,that sounds like smth ur friends would do on purpose

(again, fuck u binsung!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ )

so just picture this,,,you and minho both showing up to an arcade and sitting in silence for an hour before getting a text that everyone cancelled

your immediate thought was to go home bc why would minho want to hang out with you???

but after the both of you read the text in the groupchat he got up and made his way inside, holding the door open and quirking his eyebrow up at you

“well, are you coming or not? I wanna try the new vr game.”

and you were just like \\(⊙︿⊙)// ???

he? wants?? to hang out??? with just you????

but u ended up following him in and he paid for your guy’s tickets ≧◡≦

“just buy me lunch after and we’re even”

lunch??? now this mf wants to get lunch together?!$%

you learned one thing about minho that day

he was,,,competitive,,VERY competitive

like what demon possessed him kind of competitive

whenever he won he would flash you a smirk and skip to the next game as he dragged his row of tickets along

it INFURIATED U!!!

ur pride was in shambles

so you unleashed everything after that and won a good amount of games ;)

u had been eyeing a cute cat plush the entire time but u didnt have enough tickets at the end :((

o(╥﹏╥)o damn it capitalism u just wanted a plushie

you didnt rlly want anything else so you gave your tickets to minho and waited to the side for him to get his prize

he came out with tHE SAME PLUSHIE YOU HAD BEEN EYEING \\( ಠ_ಠ)//

but before you could sulk about it he handed it to you and started to make his way to the exit Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

and during lunch this bitch ended up paying even after saying you should (｀ε´)

\(▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)// \\(▰˘◡˘▰)//

After that...hang out if you will,,u started to notice minho everywhere

LIKE E V E R Y W H E R E

why was this bitch all over your college campus?

you never noticed minho was in ur class for the longest time jsskkfk

like all of a sudden u just spotted him out of the corner of ur eye and were like o h

once he noticed you too there was no going back

say good bye to paying attention in class

(as if you ever did anyways)

he started to inch closer to you during class

he even started sending you notes

ಠ▃ಠ and u were so paranoid the professor would catch you

but this bitch was slick so u were fine

ヽ(๏∀๏ )ﾉ

he was the type of guy to throw little crumpled sticky notes at you whenever he wanted to say something during class

they’d be covered with doodles of cats and his scribbly messy handwriting + little hearts

it was usually just some dumb thought he had or a crude drawing of the professor (. ﾟーﾟ)

other than those few notes you guys never really talked outside ur friend group

there was one incident late at night tho

you had a big project coming up and it was 2am and you were...2 sentences in T_T

you deserved a coffee break <3

so that was how you found under the awning of an all night coffee shop

except it wasn't all night and closed right after you got ur coffee!!

and now u were stuck under the awning!!

all you had was your measly hoodie that you stole from changbin and your now soggy cup of coffee as you waited for the rain to pass

you might as well of just stayed home since ur wasting all this time you could’ve been working on your project standing outside

were you gonna work on the project once you got home? no

but did the thought of wasted time still make you mad? yes

you slumped against the shop as you bitterly drank your coffee, crushing the cup between your hands

after a couple minutes you felt the rain above you stop

you look to your side to see,,,minho?!

this mf was holding an umbrella above your head

“here, take my umbrella.”

thats when you noticed the cafe uniform he had on

“you work here?” you asked, before taking the umbrella from his hand

“yeah, your observant ass didnt see me literally make your coffee,”

“oh whoops,,,i thought you hated me, why are you giving me our umbrella?”

“i do, but id rather you uh...not die in the cold looking like a dead rat.”

was it just you or were his cheeks dusted pink?

probably the cold

(y/n you dumb bitch-)

you both walk back to your dorms after that

and he insists you carry the umbrella

cus his poor arms are tired from making coffee all day :((

and maybe it's an excuse to be closer to you

since hes a bit taller he has to crouch and scoot closer to you in order to not get wet >_<

⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙

over the next few weeks your find urself at the cafe he works at more often

one time you got the hours wrong and he wasnt on shift :(

but when you got up to leave he walked in and spent the day helping you study instead of working

you went for the coffee!! not for him!! definitely not,,,

(¬‿¬)

“look, im only hanging out with you cus you get the employee discount.”

“sure, and not cus you enjoy my company-”

“i 100% despise your company.”

ok but u didnt

u actually /REALLY/ liked his company

like WTF

where has he been all ur life

ew that sounded too romantic

but like fr where was he hiding

(・ε・｀)

soon you both were joining binsung on their dates

but it wasn't a double date!!

it was just four friends hanging out and two happened to be a couple

and they liked to hang out at fancy restaurants and do couple like activities

totally normal!!

there was one incident where you were about to pay for your meal but minho placed his hand on top of yours and slid his card instead

“you can pay on the next date.”

NEXT? DATE??

excuse me sir what do u mean-

you ignored changbin and jisung’s snickers behind you the entire night

when minho walked you home you couldnt help but let urself blurt out

“was this a date?”

minho gave you an incredulous look

“...was it not??”

oh my god this is embarrassing

“OH MY GOD WAS IT NOT?!!”

you ignored how minho was now turning crimson red and panicking and tugged on his collar, pulling him down for a kiss

“it was...a date” you mumble, now shy at the close proximity between the two of you

“...im gonna kill jisung.” he muttered, pulling you in for a hug, “he told me this was a double date”

“that can be our next date, the murder of our best friends.”

“wow i am in love with you.”

＼（＾○＾）人（＾○＾）／

minho and y/n murder besties!!

for legal reasons that is a joke

( ˶˘ ³˘(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)♡

thank you for reading !!

[hisoknen]

hihi raph! may i have some spare shindo w prompt 11 & cockwarming? i love ur writing & im excited to see the result of these prompts! ლ(´ڡ`ლ)

prompt 11: “Can you feel what you’re doing to me” warnings: noncon/dubcon, alcohol, public sex, cockwarming, exhibitionism, degradation kinda?

a/n: sorry if there are errors brain foggy with dabi thoughts, gn friend this is literally so late i’m sorry T_T

“You okay?” Shindou’s eyes shift to your thighs rubbing against each other. Your eyes are focused on your hands, clasped in your lap fidgeting in your seat. An innocent smile quirks up at the corner of his lips. 

“Come here beautiful,” he coos, his gentle voice sends a wave of unease through you. He pats his lap, waiting for your gaze to shift to him. Smoothing over your skirt you climb onto his lap, resting your arms against the table. You were out for drinks with his old classmates, sitting in a dingy bar with lowlights.

The drinks started catching up with you swirling the room with streaky lights and sweaty bodies moving to the beat of the music. The deep thrum of bass sent pulses to your stomach, each sip from the chilled glass sliding down your throat with ease.

“Such a needy girl.” You turn your head to look back at him, his eyes leering back at you. He’d barely done anything, but with the warmth of booze settling in your gut, coupled with his lingering touches you couldn’t help but think of the things you wanted him to do with you once you left.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you whisper to yourself, moving to ease off of him. His hands lock around your waist hips painfully tight, holding you in place.

“I think you can hold it.” he whispers against the shell of your ear, shifting under you.

“Shindou~” You moan, trying to catch your breath while his fingers push up your skirt and dance along the hem down to your underwear. The person across from you whose name you’d long since forgotten in a haze, sends you a worried look, glancing behind you.

“She’s fine, just had a little too much to drink,” he reassures his classmate, they nod in understanding as they leave the table to go dance with friends. 

“It’s embarrassing that you can’t handle yourself. Throwing yourself on me in public.” His voice sends shivers up your spine, you shudder reaching out to grab your drink to take a sip. The clink of the ice against the glass mixes sweetly with the warm breath cascading down your neck.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” Shindou whispers against the shell of your ear, circling your warmth and pressing his hips forward. His cock grazes against your covered core.

“Move up a bit yeah?” Glancing around you lift your hips slightly. Your anxiety spikes when you hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down, heart beating as you try to pay attention to the person who’d just sat down at the table. They smile at you asking how the two of you are doing and if you’ll sit holed up in the corner all night. You let out a forced chuckle, only able to focus on the fabric of his jeans skimming down the flesh of your ass, his cock resting underneath your cunt. Shindou’s fingers ease your panties to the side, swiping against you slit.

“Another round!” your eyes dart to the voice, coming from your shoulder, cheeks heating up as you look up at the person setting a round of shots at the table. You search their eyes to see if they notice anything but they gave nothing away.

“Grab me one,” Shindou smiles against your cheek, leaning forward in mock intrigue. You reach over to get one, your ass pushed up just enough for him to slide his cock inside of you. You bite back a soft whimper as you slowly ease down on him. 

“Such a little slut. Your greedy little cunt always so wet and stretched out to take me.”

You grab hold of his wrist, digging your fingers into it as gentle vibrations pick up inside of you. They’re low enough that they go unheard buried deep inside of you, but your arms and body still tremble drawing the attention of the swirling figure in front of you, asking if you’re cold and need a jacket. You shake your head, feeling a sturdy chest pushing against your back. Shindou reaches forward to grab his drink, and you lay your head back against him.

You squirm, letting out heavy pants and trying to calm the tugging in your stomach. The sound of the music is beating against your skull, Shindou’s fingers are pulling at your knees and rubbing at your prickling flesh. The spinning and voices you can’t quite place, all mesh into one overwhelming presence that has tears prickling at your eyes.

Senses overstimulated, you are too out of it to care about the noises tumbling from your lips. The music is drowning everything out except for the shaking between your legs that gradually picks up its pace. His hips roll against you, calloused fingers making their way under your skirt. He presses down hard on your clit, whispering something you can’t quite decipher. A loud cry tears past your lips while you grind back against him, each pulse flowing through your ears, guiding the motion of your hips.

Shindou huffs, rolling his eyes at the onlookers. You were helplessly humping against him long after he stopped the vibrations. Almost like you were begging people to notice, stupid thing.

Nakagame had her eyes turned down, refusing to make eye contact with him, mumbling excuses while she stumbled away from the table. He didn’t want to share you or show you off. You were supposed to be a good little girl, but you were too stupid to even take his cock quietly.