#tekken cheats

[iidsch]

this is a comedy movie. to me

[wannaeatramyeon]

Meeting Student!Gun Park for the First Time: Part 1

Part 2! G/N. 3.2k. Remember when Gun wanted to get his GED? Well. Stranger to~ Masterlists

"How old are you?"

"20."

Press X for doubt, you think, and that's the exact meme you send over on chat.

"20 like 20 or 20 like you're mid 30s and planning your mid life crisis 20?"

You know you're being rude and making a terrible first impression. It's the first day of a new school year, of a new school in fact, and for some reason the class is held on video call and you're all forced to pair off with a classmate for an icebreaker introduction.

It’s already cringe worthy and awkward enough, icebreakers must have been created as a form of torture. To add insult to injury, you're sure this guy is bullshitting you.

"I'm 20." He deadpans.

Momentarily, you’re stunned into silence. It stretches almost a tad too long before you manage to choke out, “My bad. Sorry."

Wow. You're torn between thinking that's a rough 20, this guy has easily got 40 years under his belt and oh no, when is your puberty and hormones gonna kick in like that.

And that's also the exact moment this 20 year old Gun Park takes a drag on a cigarette and you decide that it's definitely a rough 20.

"So what do you do for fun?" You probe, and you have the distinct feeling he might say something like alimony, planning his third marriage, investing in the stock market - whatever someone in their 50s might say but-

To your surprise and glee, his body language turns shifty. 

He likes to game he says, like it's a dirty little secret. Amongst other things. Mentions something about training and martial arts and you fight to keep a straight face as it turns out you were also right about investing in shares and the stock market.

Gaming, however, is what you latch on to.

"Cute. I bet I could kick your ass."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yes."

And this is how you ended up at 4am on a school night, playing Tekken with your new classmate and getting your ass kicked.

"One more!" You screech down the mic, after the KO sign appears on screen, mumbling something about cheating and how if you can time this combo just right-

There's a huff of laughter coming through your tinny headphones and an amused "Fine."

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Dark circles under your eyes grow. It's been a week of straight losses.

You blame the sleep deprivation on Gun Park, though really you have your own stubbornness to blame.

He never tends to say much during the gaming sessions apart from the odd expletive and you rant enough after each of your defeats for the both of you.

Sometimes this will earn you a chuckle and he will snidely add that you asked for this, you were the one who was supposed to kick his ass. This would piss you off enough for another game or three in the hopes of defeating him and getting to gloat.

Which unfortunately has not happened yet.

With a sigh, you hope your camera quality this morning is bad enough and pixelated enough that your poor sleep habits don't show.

You scan over your classmates, the few that have their camera turned on and find him.

Gun looks completely fine. He looks completely fine in what must be 4k and ugh, you scrunch your nose up in annoyance.

You keep an eye on him through the class. Observe how he's usually paying rapt attention, scribbling and typing up notes every now and then.

It's impressive how studious he is.

In comparison, you're daydreaming. Thinking about lunch, other combos or characters to play to counter his own when you catch on to the back end of a sentence as your teacher mentions ‘this’ is something to pay attention to as it will be on the pop quiz.

Huh? You blink a couple times. What is ‘this’? Unfortunately she swiftly moves onto another topic.

You type out a direct message to the only person you know.

You: I missed that, what did she just say?

Gun: You should have been paying attention.

You: Fuck you man!

You see his eyes dip to the bottom of the camera screen, briefly moving as he presumably reads your message.

He smirks.

That night he kicks your ass again.

Then as consolation, reveals what will be on the pop quiz.

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If Gun looked like that in 4k, nothing could prepare you for how he looked in real life.

You're setting up your laptop and notepad in the classroom, the first actual in-person session, when someone takes a seat next to you.

Initially you feel a surge of irritation that they could have sat anywhere else and chose to sit next to you, then you look at the offender and-

Hold on.

You double, triple-take-

Is that?

It must be.

Shit.

It's fucking Gun Park.

You don't entirely regret your initial comments on his looks because this guy definitely does not look 20 but goddamn he looks-

He chooses that moment, when your jaw is on the floor, to turn to you and give you a nod of acknowledgement.

"Y/N."

"H-hi." You manage, and even to your ears it sounds like a simpering fool.

He must have thought so too if the quirk of his lips is anything to go by.

The cherry on top is that you expected this guy to smell like stale smoke, instead all you get is fresh laundry and something faintly dark and heady like leather and cedarwood.

Fuck.

Control yourself, a disapproving voice in your head says. Even that sounds vaguely like Gun.

It does nothing to stop your wandering gaze, peering at him in your periphery when you think he's not looking.

After you have taken your chance to not so discreetly run your eyes up and down his form, the only thing that makes you feel better is his hair. Because yeah he might be hot, but holy shit that must be a gallon of hair gel in there.

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The other thing, as it turns out, that makes you feel a lot better is that he doodles.

It’s utterly charming.

Someone like Gun Park doesn't look like he doodles, but in between lines of his chicken scratch (seriously, who can even read that), there's little stick figures.

Maybe all the time you thought he was being studious he was just drawing-

Wait. You squint at the picture.

Is this guy for real?

"Are they fucking?" You whisper, using your pen to point at the page.

He doesn't answer straight away. There's a moment of surprise as he reacts like this is another secret of his he has unwittingly let you in on before his nostril flares and his eyes narrow and you grin in response.

Your grin grows when he grits out an answer. "No. Fighting."

He doesn't call you a dumbass but you can hear it loud and clear tacked on at the end.

"Whatever, pervert." You counter. You guess if you squint even harder then you suppose they could be fighting. Although the way one is lying on top of another is very suggestive. You don't hesitate to point that out to him.

Gun closes his eyes and counts to ten.

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Even without a seating plan, one forms.

Places taken by chance on the first day becomes a regular arrangement.

You exchange a few words with your classmates, familiarise yourself somewhat with their names and faces. Pieces of their backstory, why they're here studying for a GED but take your spot next to Gun regardless.

No one really talks to him, you've heard them saying he's menacing and intimidating. Yet when your first encounter of him was mistaking him as someone about to hit mid life crisis, how intimidating can he really be.

Besides, he still doodles his lewd figures that he insists are not in any way shape or form comprising sexual positions. So no, you don't find him intimidating at all.

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Gun, as you have come to know, is a man of few words. He is also unsurprisingly not great at literature.

What you don't yet know is he likes to say what he means and mean what he says. His patience only extends to The Art of War, so all the flowery prose and poetry only serves to irritate him.

If Gun glared at you the way he's currently glaring at the textbook, you think you may either burst into tears or burst into flames.

Luckily you do neither of those things but you do take pity on him. Leaning over, you ask him quietly if he needs help.

He doesn't respond but the pen he's clutching in his right hand snaps in half.

Alright then.

Half an hour later, when the class empties out you ask Gun to follow you to the library.

He hesitates, and you add "if you've got time" to give him an out. In the end he doesn't take it and trudges obediently after you.

You very quickly learn that he really doesn't like literature. You're explaining and working him through the analysis and also mildly offended at the bored look on his face.

"This is a waste of time," he interjects and there's a sullen undercurrent to his words.

"Just memorise the analysis then." Exasperation tinges your tone, "That's all you need to do to pass."

He arches a brow at your words.

"They're testing your memory. So just remember what our teacher says."

There's an angry air of resignation as Gun nods, and you slide your notes over for him to copy.

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Not long after, you have your first minor evaluation on the literature material.

You notice during the test that while the vein in Gun’s temple is prominent and he’s clutching his (new) pen tighter, there’s barely any pause as he fills in the answers.

A few days later, the graded papers are handed back. There's a sigh of relief from Gun.

He gives you a smile, small and genuine, eyes crinkling at the corner.

"You owe me one," you tell him jokingly though he takes it to heart and gives you a stern nod.

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Gun repays his debt, with a coffee.

He places the paper cup on the desk in front of you. Logo of the coffee house to the side but still visible. It's new, expensive, and there’s regular lines around the block.

Of course it would be from there.

The issue is, who repays a debt with an espresso. He didn’t even ask for your drink of choice!

"Thanks for this thimble of coffee," you remark as Gun sniffs in distaste at your comment, placing his own matching cup in front of him and saying something about how it's the best untainted way to drink it.

Of course he would also be a coffee snob.

You tell him you usually like it with a bit more cream and a lot more sugar and he mutters that you sound like Goo.

You think that's an insult.

"Well, at least Goo has good taste," you snipe back with a grin.

Gun closes his eyes and counts to ten.

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You: Are you doodling or actually writing notes?

You: Cos on camera you look very studious but I’ve seen your notepad

Gun: None of your business

You: Still drawing your disgusting pornographic stick men then

Gun: They are not-

Gun: Whatever

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You: Ok, maybe that espresso wasn’t terrible

Gun: I know

You: Who’s Goo anyway?

Gun: …

Gun: No-one

You: Suuuure

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You: Tekken tonight?

Gun: Aren’t you tired of getting your ass kicked?

You: >:(

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You: Do you wanna go over the new lit material in the library this week?

Gun: Ok

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Gun: Thanks for your help

You: :) 

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Gun: You’re tired. You should game less.

You: Spoken like a coward!

Gun: Dumbass

You: Hey!!

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Gun: I’ll bring you an espresso tomorrow. You need it.

You: Does it have to be an espresso?

Gun: Yes

You: …Thanks

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To anyone else, the figure standing in the doorway is just smoking. To you, it suspiciously looks like they’re waiting.

It's not a crime. Gun Park can wait for whatever or whoever he wants.

What really throws you off is his smoking. You've seen him casually take one single drag before throwing the whole cigarette away. Even to you, it seems like a waste.

However, this time he smokes one all the way to the filter before stubbing it out. Then does the same to a second, and third.

Strange, very strange.

You approach him. Taking gentle steps, in case he might get spooked and bolt which is really a ridiculous notion for someone like him. Nevertheless, you keep your footsteps light, yourself clearly in view and you wander over to him.

"Hey," you say, with a somewhat forced smile. He doesn't acknowledge your greeting apart from a brief nod.

"... Everything ok?"

It's a perfectly normal question to ask but a vastly bizarre one for Gun. He doesn't look like the type of person where people casually enquire about his well being.

He must have thought so too if the look he gives you is anything to go by.

In response, he stubs out his cigarette (his fourth!) then asks, stilted and stiffly, if you want to come back to his for a game of Tekken.

At least that's what you interpret as he seems to be crazy cryptic.

"Are you interested in Tekken?"

"...Yes." You wonder what on earth this question is because did you hallucinate all those games you played together?

"Then meet me. After class." 

"Where? Here?"

"No. At mine."

"Where's that?"

"..."

He gives you another look, as if you're the one trying to coax a secret out of him despite him offering.

Gun dips forward, murmurs quietly into your ear his address and some vague directions like it's highly confidential information.

You nod along, thinking what is with this guy. 

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So firstly, what the fuck.

Then secondly, what the fuck.

Don't think you hadn't noticed the designer brands Gun wears. If they're fakes, they're very convincing fakes. But you're almost certain they have got to be counterfeit when he brought you over to a junkyard claiming this is where he lives.

You've seen films like this. Granted, it's less in a junkyard and more in the middle of nowhere in America where college kids meet their gruesome ends in fantastical ways.

You never thought this would happen to you. You have sorely miscalculated. 

Is this Gun Park (if that even is his real name) going to butcher you and leave your body on top of a pile of scrap metal in the corner?

Instead of a night of gaming where you’re the one KO-ing him, he’s actually the one that’s going to chase you around wearing a mask and wielding a knife or axe?

"You’re here. Come in," Gun says, opening his front door just as your inner monologue begins to truly spiral out of control and you're considering doing a runner.

"Eh?" You grunt like an idiot, not noticing when the shack appeared nor when you stepped onto his porch, or the side eyes Gun had been giving you.

He gives you another look, likely regretting inviting you at all, and leaves the door ajar for you to either enter or turn back and go home.

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"This is... nice," you lie, through the skin of your teeth.

Gun sees cleanly through your white lie and exhales a huff of amusement.

It's sparse. Peeks of luxury here and there - the extensive PC gaming rig, the entertainment system and consoles, to name a few.

Apart from that, it's barely a home.

"Take a seat." He offers, and it sounds more like an order. Obediently you sit on his sofa, feeling very much a guest.

"You're not in danger," he says, bemused at how awkward you are in his domain, how tense you hold yourself.

'That's exactly what a killer would say,' you think and when you hear a low chuckle, you realise that you said it aloud.

"Don't worry," Gun reassures and it doesn’t really help before he strides off to somewhere in his house and leaves you sitting alone.

He returns back minutes later as you’re in the middle of admiring his entertainment set up and going through his vinyl collection (because obviously someone like Gun has vinyls) with a coffee for you that looks much more milky and to your taste than the usual ones he offers. 

“Thanks.” you take your drink and return back to your seat.

Taking the first sip, you finally manage to relax. Sinking into a sofa that is much more comfortable than at first glance and you take in your surroundings a bit more.

Sort of. You actually take in Gun Park more. 

He’s casual, in a way you have never seen or even considered. Dressed in a t-shirt and grey sweatpants, hair floppy and the only styling is done with his hands running through his hair now and then to keep it back.

Even during the online classes, he is usually dressed up in an open collared shirt.

If you thought he was hot before, it’s nothing compared to now. There’s an air of domesticity, the drink he made for you cradled in your hands, and the distinct feeling that not many people have had the luxury to see Gun in his natural habitat, so intimate and vulnerable.

You wonder if this is how he looks all those nights you’ve been gaming together.

You catch his eyes, having been caught checking him out and he raises his eyebrows at your blatant staring. 

Blood rushes to your cheeks as he chuckles into his own espresso and takes a sip.

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"Holy shit, I won!"

You're familiar with the KO screen. What you're not familiar with is being on the side of victory. You're usually a hair trigger away from rage quitting, from throwing a tantrum down the mic.

Finally. All your hard work has paid off. Time spent thinking of combos, attacks and defences (which would have been better spent studying) is coming to fruition.

You peer over to Gun, expect the controller he is clutching to maybe have been crushed into pieces with his freakish strength. Expected nothing except for a vein throbbing on his temple.

What you do find is-

Gun looking at you, fondness in his eyes. He's taking in your grin, letting your gloating slide.

Doesn't do more than roll his eyes when you perform a victory dance of sorts around him.

And when you get in his face to tell him that you're the winner, you're the best-

(More words are on the tip of your tongue but your gaze drops to his lip, drawn to the small smile he wears.

It sinks in.

The patience he has, the attention he gives, the way he has opened his home to you.

From the very first meeting, the even-handed way he has dealt with your insults, entertained you to the early hours of the morning on Tekken.)

Gun reaches out, tugs your hand and pulls you into his lap and agrees.

"Yes. The best."

You think it's a lie, an embellishment.

But the way he holds you - tender and precious, and the way he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours - soft, like you might break - can't be anything else but the whole truth.

(Update! Part 2 here!)

[kleinv01]

Very random, but popular video games the characters would play :

Klein : Mario Kart, Tekken 7, and any games you play lmao It's no surpising that our android boy is big into racing games, but Mario Kart would be his go-to... He doesn't really have a definite taste/preference, so there's not much to his list. Tell him to play any game you want him to, and he'll pull it up for you <3

Yael : Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Harvest Moon, Minecraft (Peaceful mode) Yael enjoys being able to relax and do things at his own pace, especially since he believes he's a bit slow at these things. Likes building little rooms in these games and modifying things to his own tastes. When playing Minecraft, he'd be initially scared to mine alone unless he has cheats on (one that allows you to keep items when you die lmao) I would say he'd play Infinity Nikki too but only if you're the one who tells him to

Al : Sekiro, Elden Ring, Dark Souls, Valorant, Skyrim, Marvel Rivals He has very quick reflexes and is fast at picking up patterns etc, so he's often good at these games. He likes the rewarding feeling he gets when he plays Soulsborne games. As for the other competitive games he's into, he almost always plays alone, and he often plays as the one who deals most damage / DPS instead of support roles. Fast paced games, or games that requires him to focus, is a good distraction for him.

Briar : Infinity Nikki, Catherine, Saya no Uta, Ib, Mad Father, NIKKE, Honkai Star Rail, Wuthering Waves (She's into gambling for the pretty women... Save her wallet) She loves pretty and creepy things, that's basically it- she's the type to easily get scared when playing, the smallest thing can jumpscare her when she plays horror games. But that doesn't stop her from playing Cassius : (Not a big gamer anymore) Counter Strike, Resident Evil, Final Fantasy series Just enjoys playing games for the nostalgia now, sometimes still visit the games every now and then. Spends most of his free time watching movies or doomscrolling eversince he works at an office - got out of school.

Belle doesn't touch any games at all ... Same goes with Sera and Ethan. And Mr. Dolores

[spacegyaru]

i can't take this edit off from my mind... i knew i have to write something about nagi 😭

cw: 18+ only! minors, dni pls! also, all characters are aged 21+. sexual themes ahead! also, mentions of alcohol and sm0king! / nagi as ur boy best friend (with benefits ;3) /also, he's a bit of a st0ner here so high s3x!

imagine nagi seishiro as your boy best friend who just wanna comfort you after a devastating breakup.

it wasn't supposed to happen like this. nagi was supposed to be your best friend. but it happened anyways.

you were so heartbroken after finding out that your bf cheated on you with another girl. you immediately broke up with him and you ended up crying and driving while on the way to nagi's house.

so you actually end up there. nagi saw you crying. your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy.

nagi knew that your bf, now ex, is an asshole. but he's bad at feelings so he tells you something in between the lines of 'i told you so'.

you had a small argument with nagi but you tried to avert the topic by saying that you don't wanna talk about it. so nagi sighed and said that you could stay for the night while the both of you smoke and drink together.

so you started smoking some weed with him... it started off as just a small session between the both of you, with some strong beer involved of course. both of you were playing tekken while doing it.

somehow, while ranting about your ex, you said something in between the lines of 'he's not even good in bed' and boi you got his attention

you started saying things like 'his cock is too small', 'he can't kiss properly', 'it doesn't even hit the back of my throat', or 'he never made me squirt'...

now, nagi just looked at you weirdly. he asked you: "if he's gonna call you right now, are you going to pick up?"

of course, as a heartbroken girl, you didn't say anything at first... but you nodded and said "i'm sorry okay, i'm just a human..." before grabbing ur phone and checking if your ex texted

nagi rolled his eyes and tossed it on the bed. as you were trying to reach it, it caused you to fall on his lap.

well, for some reason, it started with doing a sh0tgun (sm0king thru the mouth)— then you ended up making out, not even minding the game anymore.

the clothes started to come off and eventually... both of you ended up fucking on his bed.

and that was the first time you actually felt good about it and orgasmed.

seishiro nagi flipped you in three fucking positions— and you can't even count how many times you came from his touch and from his cock.

the w33d even made the feeling better. nagi's touch felt sensual yet intense.

the morning after came and you realized what just happened. you looked at nagi with wide eyes and apologized, immediately putting on your clothes and running away. he was still half-asleep when you did this.

not gonna lie, the night felt so good and despite the w33d, you were still conscious. and fucking him was a fully-conscious decision. but you just didn't expect the aftermath to be so damn awkward.

that same night, your best friend, nagi called you— now, it's your choice to pick it up or not. 😉

okay guys im sorry for edging yall again but i might make pt. 2 for this too— im currently finishing the pt. 2 for kaiser's story 😌

[my-sweet-nemesis69]

A few things that definitely happened post Queen of Nothing

Jude decides to personally train Cardan in sword fighting because he needs to defend himself. Even if he refuses to kill, his skills (or lack thereof) are a vulnerability they can't afford

Jude is surprised to learn that Cardan is an adequate fighter when Balekin isn't torturing him into it.

He does however, win several fights by kissing Jude in the middle of sparring. She insists it's cheating, he insists "all is fair in love and war"

Cardan and Jude visit Vivi in the mortal world and he lets Heather paint his nails hot pink

He beats Jude in a game of Tekken and she's a sore loser about it

He learns to braid her hair from Tatterfell and insists he can do it better than her now. Tatterfell is mildly annoyed but amused at the same time that the king of elfhame is interested in braiding his wife's hair

He tries his best to be there for Oak. He knows what it's like to grow up with an absentee father so tries his best to be what Balekin never was for him.

That's all I can think of for now

[cyborg-franky]

Hi OP I hope you’re doing well! ❤️ Can I request some hcs of one piece characters favorite video games?

Man this might seem so biased because I like/hyper fixate on only a handfull of games but lets see... [Yes, most of these are games I am into WOOPS]

Ace - Loves FPS - He plays games like Overwatch, TF2, L4D and Dead by Daylight. - He enjoys shoot first ask questions later type games. - DPS for life. - Borderlands is also a game he likes. - Saints Row, GTA, Duke Nukem. DOOM. Anything along these lines. - Action with a dose of horror element. - Explosions and fire are a huge bonus. Sabo - Sims - but on chaos mode. He loves to play God, and he’s the type of person who would build a pool without a ladder. - He might be against capitalism, but that doesn’t mean he won’t use a few cheat codes and pirate versions so his sims can live out their best lives.

Luffy - Pokemon games. He mostly plays Pokemon GO so he can go out and be social with his brothers and friends. He and Usopp do all the raids together. - Anything easy and brightly colored has his attention.

Nami - Mobile phone game queen. - Literally anything tycoon. - Where you can buy and sell and build. - Is like level 90000000 on every ‘swap something’ or ‘merge’ game. - Plays while making money at her job. Sanji - Dating sims, obviously. - Also, hentai games. - And Animal Crossing. Usopp - Minecraft, Strawdew Valley. Anything that's open and fun. - Also big into Pokemon and plays with Luffy, - He also loves point-and-click adventures like Monkey Island. Zoro - Pokemon sleep. - Streetfighter, TEKKEN, Mortal Kombat. All those sorts of games. - Shinobi games also.

Chopper - Cute, easy games or hardcore doctor simulators. - Animal Crossing. - Nintendogs, cats, anything silly and cute with animals.

Brook - Dating games - Hentai games - Among Us - Really dumb meme-bait games like I Am Toast and Goat Simulator

Franky - Minecraft, Roblox, anything that’s building and making. - Retro games, like Golden Axe, Sonic the Hedgehog, Streets of Rage, Toe Jam, and Earl. - Older platform and side-scrolling games.

Jinbei - Games you can farm and fish on. - Also racing/driving games. - Is a beast on Mario Cart Robin - Fantasy games like Skyrim. - Indie horror like FNAF, SCP, Zoochosis, I have no mouth, and yet I must scream. - All the really intense horrors like Silent Hill, Resident Evil, and Condemned. - Just anything with awful, horrible monsters and lore, and she is all over it and thinks the monsters are cute.

Corazon - Candycrush mom. Kid - GTA, Bulletstorm, the most bloody and violent games you can get your hands on. - Ones that are banned in countries. - Wolfenstein. -  Also partial to the Guitar Hero/Rockstar type games. Killer - Cooking Mama - Guitar Hero/Rockband Marco - He doesn’t game alot, but if he sees an old-school arcade, he’ll go and play things. - House Of The Dead, Packman, Space Invaders, Time Crisis. He often gets dragged to the arcade by Ace.

[super-hero-confessions]

I still genuinely feel so creeped out by the whole Magneto x Rogue subplot in X-men 97 to this day. Magneto is way older than her, and the relationship also makes Rogue look like a shallow person. That would be like if when Heihachi Mishima from Tekken somehow came back from death Ling Xiaoyu immediately starts cheating on Jin with Heihachi, and the whole reason why Ling chose Heihachi over Jin is because of something like money or Heihachi being a pure-blood human. People also try to defend Magneto x Rogue by saying, "iT hAppEneD In tHe CoMiCs!!!". bruh even comic book fans hated that shit. according to their logic, i guess batman x batgirl or norman osborn x gwen is okay too because they're in the comics. That's literally the only issue I have with X-Men 97, otherwise it's a GOAT tv show.

[dykedvonte]

Silly ask incoming: what video games would the crew enjoy, in your opinion? Especialy, multiplayer games they can play together on their rare breaks? I think Anya eats everyone up in mario cart (she is picking princess peach probably)

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Okay so I know everyone always tries to do cop out answers with saying "They wouldn't play video games yadda yadda" but I'm giving everyone something:

Curly

I think he likes those mindless sort of games. Not like easy but ones where they are a bit methodical.

Likes games with options but also set rules/restrictions. Endless creativity would overwhelm him and make him frustrated as he wouldn't know what to do and when

Honestly? Sims, minecraft, stardew, terria, games where there's options but at the end its like an inverted funnel. Start the same each time but you make it what you want in the end.

I also think he'd love VR type games like Super Hot and Beat saber just for the physicalness and kinda not having to be in reality.

Not into multiplayer too much mainly cause he's actually not that competitive but because he always drags out matches by being the worst

Will happily join a server or world in the games he does play even if it gets abandoned. He's the type to log on for notalgia

Daisuke

We know he's a gamer already. QnA said he likes to go to the arcade and waste time losing.

Also has his little handheld so I think he's into retro games, no specific type just likes how creative they are for how simple they tend to look

Def likes management games. I see him as being into figuring out pro strats and gamer shit like that.

Pikmin, Katamari, Resident Evil, Crash Bandicoot, Spyro, etc... He likes the older stuff with a challenge, but proponent in wanting games to be mean to you again.

Gamer rage but in a sulky way like he misses a jump and just turns off the entire TV

A Mario Party instead of Mario Kart guy. Like the random chance of it all and to get aggressive and hype over like line tracing the mini game

Anya

And if I said Anya is like a strict multiplayer competitive like COD lobby girl then what?

Honestly I think she likes games with a lot of story and depth but has guilty pleasures in FPS and competitive games.

Like those RPG maker games a lot Mermaids Swamp, The Crooked Man, Ai Oni. Not for the horror, its a bit cliche but often time its the real people monsters or tragedy that captivates her.

Me thinks she's the type to scroll like Itchio or Game Jolt and plays whatever's free and looks interesting, gamer in the way she's just played games.

Ofc she's competitive, likes any game where she can show off or win, so she's always upset during chance games. Sorry girl, Daisuke won the draw no mario kart for you

Though I think her favorite would be like fighting games just to have subtle shit talk like "Are you sure you're not just button mashing?" Tekken Girlie

Swansea

This was hard cause like I genuinely think he wouldn't care about games and just plays them in the way like parents beat levels for their kids.

Platformers. Idk why but I think its just like its good hand eye coordination, keeps him feeling spry mentally.

Rhythm games honestly but in the sense of like how like piano tiles is a rhythm game.

He's like basic older man who plays like bejweled, solitaire, maybe even penguin diner.

I know this is almost a cop out but like I can't imagine him like being into gaming even if he was young, like I think he'd like card games, jacks and dice.

Honestly he plays online dominos vs the computer online and complains to his family or the crew (depends on where he is) about it cheating whenever he loses.

Jimmy

For real he's harder than Swansea's cause man doesn't even have hobbies like I don't know what he would actually like and it scares me

I think he's somewhat elitist with his gaming views because he just always thinks he's write but I know he plays everything the bad way

Honestly I think he likes games like Borderlands for the humor and the like fantasy power. Like Handsome Jack's humor a bit too much

Played Halo and Cod but either is so mid it's just not enjoyable enough for him to continue. Like he needs the instant gratification from gaming or he's not playing it anymore

Maybe GTA but again he annoys too many people and gets banned from servers and doesn't care about story mode.

LIkes the sims but in the fucked up girl way where he makes all the sims like live in his basement and paint for him while he get mad over storylines he made up.

I like think they all play monopoly like my family where it takes days because we treat it like real investments and alliances are formed and relationships ruined.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Can we have some NANAMIN~~ hehehe

Nanami Kento, Jealousy, “Isn’t your boyfriend in the other room?”

Ya'll can ALWAYS have some Nanami, he is ALWAYS on the menu 💛💛💛

Now Presenting...

Starring: A very jealous Nanami Kento

This party fucking sucked. The house smelled like litter box, the vibe was disgusting, and the drinks were as weak as the music choice. Though, all of those reasons kinda paled in comparison to the real reason this party sucked for Nanami: You had brought your new boyfriend here. Not that he cared. It was fine. He was in your bed less than a week ago, probably while you were still talking to the walking asshole guy you were with now, so this guy really can’t be that important, but whatever. It didn’t matter to him, because it clearly didn’t matter to you. He got another drink, this time mixing his own in order to insure that his vodka redbull was actually a vodka redbull, and not just a redbull that thought really really hard about a vodka shot.

“Hey man, did you see that guy that Y/n showed up with?!” Gojo asked as he walked into the kitchen, “Dude, shes fucking cheating!”

“Satoru!” Geto snapped, punching his shoulder to remind him that hey, maybe this situation required a bit more tact. Kento quickly poured a shot of tequila and threw it back, much to the horror of Suguru and the awe of Gojo.

“Not cheating, we weren’t official.” Nanami gasped, focusing on the burn in his throat to ignore the tightness in his chest. 

“Kento, do you want to go?” Suguru asked, pointing a thumb to the door, “We can just drink at home, play some Tekken. Honestly it sounds more fun than this.” He offered, trying to give Nanami an out from the awkward situation. 

“Yea!” Gojo agreed, “This party sucks anyway, its full of frat boys.” Kento chuckled and took a drink from his vodka with a splash of redbull. He really did appreciate his roommates, and how they always had his back, even in small ways. But he wasn’t going to leave this party immediately after you showed up with some bastard. Because that would mean admitting defeat, and Nanami would never admit defeat. 

“Nah, I think I’m going to socialize actually,” Kento said with a shrug. Suguru and Satoru shared a worried look, but didn’t push the issue further as Nanami left the kitchen. He went to the livingroom. He saw you sitting on the couch next to the wannabe tech bro you brought, laughing with your whole body at some joke he said. He bet it wasn’t even funny. Probably some cheesy pun he stole off of twitter. That dick probably had an NFT profile pic and actually started calling it X the moment daddy musk told him too. Fucking bootlicker. What the hell did he have that Nanami didn’t? He didn’t fucking deserve you. So why the fuck did you choose him?

He snapped out of his definitely not jealousy fueled spiral long enough to realize that he was not only staring, but he felt his eyes prickle with tears. Oh no, no no no fuck no! He quickly wiped away the drop that fell before rushing to the bathroom. He would be damned before he was caught crying at a fucking house party. Especially over a woman he never really had to begin with. Someone who never really took whatever it was they had as seriously as he did.

He was thankful to find the downstairs bathroom empty, slipping in and all but throwing his back against the door. This fucking sucked. This really fucking sucked. Suguru had warned him once he started catching feelings, that he either had to say something or stop answering your calls, stop calling you. That to do anything else was just setting himself up for hurt if you didn’t feel the same way. He didn’t take him very seriously at the time. Kento made a mental note to pay for at least one of his drinks as an apology next time the group went bar hopping.

He took a deep, jagged breath, trying to ground himself. Okay. Okay. He probably wasn’t going to cry anymore. He pushed himself off of the bathroom door, going to the sink to splash his face. He threw cold water on his face, and was in the middle of crying it off when the door opened.

“Hey! It’s called knocking!” He snapped at the intruder. 

“I’m sorry, I did!” You yelped, “You didn’t answer!”

“Y/n?” Nanami asked, filling himself deflate at your smile. You finished walking in, closing the door behind you.

“Oh, hey Kento! I didn’t know you were here. You look good” You winked. He repressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Gee, thanks. That means so much.” He words were soaked in sarcasm, voice laced with contempt.

“Whoa, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?’ You asked, very much feeling the hostile vibe he was putting out, “Are you ok?”

“Yea, I’m fine.” Nanami shook his head, “Just…rough day, I guess.” He grumbled, not really in the mood for confrontation at that moment. You gave him a sly grin, slipping to close the space between the two of you. Your hand landed on his chest, and you looked at him through long eyelashes.

“Hey, I have an idea of what could make you feel better,” You purred, your hands falling to his belt buckle. Much to your surprise, but honestly more so his, He was quick to grab your wrist and stop you.

“Oh come on Y/n,” He scoffed, “Really? Isn’t your boyfriend in the other room?” He accused, venom dripping from his very soul. “I thought you were better than that.” You just looked at him confused, trying to think about what the hell he was talking about. 

“Um, what?” You asked, only adding fuel to his rage.

“Oh come on Y/n, don’t play dumb! I saw that guy you came in with. Were you ever planning on telling me?” He snapped. Slowly, the confusion left your face, only to be replaced with amusement. You started laughing. You started laughing. Nanami shook his head, a tic quickly forming in his jaw.

“You’re really laughing right now? Thats so low Y/n, I can’t believe-”

“My cousin.” You said, stopping Kento in his tracks.

“What?”

“My cousin! That guy I showed up with? Yea, that’s my cousin Nanami!” You laughed, thoroughly entertained by the whole situation. You could see the math flashing before Nanami's eyes as he took in what you were saying. Now that he was thinking about it, nothing you did was particularly romantic, you just kinda…existed around him. 

Oh my god.

Nanami started laughing too, unable to believe how worked up he got over literally nothing. He felt so utterly ridiculous, and honestly he kinda deserved that feeling.

“Oh my god it’s your cousin,” He said as chuckles started coming out, “I was really going to fight your cousin.”

“You were gonna fight him?!” You howled with laughter, having to brace yourself against the door.

“Yea! I was!” Nanami confirmed with a laugh, unable to believe he got so worked up over nothing, “Oh man, that would have been so bad.”

“And what did we learn?” You teased.

“That I need to be more forgiving of characters that fall into the miscommunication trope.”

“No, you numpty!” You playfully groaned, lightly pushing him, “It’s not a miscommunication if you never communicated in the first place!”

“Oh, yeah that too.” He joked with a grin. They two of you stayed giggling like that for a few more moments before he pulled you into a hug, just relieved that it was all a misunderstanding. The two of you left the bathroom hand in hand, no doubt turning a few heads, but who really cared. He didn’t at least.

“You know, as weird as this is to say, it was kinda hot seeing you jealous,” You teased, “You don’t get that way often.” He simply shrugged.

“Yea well, I think anyone would get jealous if they saw their girlfriend show up to a party with a random guy.”

“Oh, so I’m your girlfriend now?” You asked, a smile pulling at your lips. He could feel the blush dusting his cheeks. 

“I mean, yea. If you want to be..” He offered. You grinned and jumped into his arms, kissing his cheek. He held you close and smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

[darkvioletwonderland]

HEARTSTEEL HEADCANONS - Games 💜💚🧡💛❤️💙

Omg it’s been 84 years since I’ve done headcanons… okay let’s go

Kayn 💜

•When it comes to games, you know this man is ready to 1v1. He lives for competition and outright shenanigans.

•His favorite games are fighting games where he can just beat the crap out of his opponent. (Tekken, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, etc…)

•Other competitive games he plays are Mario Party, Mario Kart, Just Dance and even Wii Sports. (mostly when he’s with other people) Even though the last one is banned from the Heartsteel house after Kayn outright swung the Wii-mote at the TV and broke it.

Ezreal 💚

•When it comes to games, Ez likes to have a relaxing time. Be that by himself when he has the chance or with company.

•His favorite games are usually phone games he can easily access when he’s between photoshoots and rehearsals. (Animal Crossing Pocket Camp, The Sims, Mystic Messenger, Episode, etc…)

•When he’s able to sit down and play on either a console or PC, he’s entertained by spending hours torturing Sims. Or playing dress up games where he can judge other players outfits. (He’s definitely on Roblox playing Dress to Impress)

Sett 🧡

• When it comes to games, Sett is not a fan of highly attentive gameplay. Instead, he enjoys simple games with simple puzzles to solve.

•He’s a fan of visuals and just having fun along with the game. Something to wind down if he really wants to. Although sometimes throwing work out games in the mix for a change. (Kirby games, Mario games, Nintendo Switch Sports, etc…)

•He tries to game only certain days and have limits on his game time. Since he does have the tendency of playing for hours on end without even realizing it. Can’t have that happen when you have a workout schedule to maintain.

K’sante 💛

•When it comes to games, K’sante likes the story aspect of them. Getting to know the characters and find out what happens in the game is important to him.

•Along the same line as Sett, he has a set schedule for his gaming. Often enjoying cozy farming games and even sometimes indulging in role playing games (Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon, etc…)

•He’d sometimes even indulge in games along with Sett like Nintendo Switch Sports and Wii Sports with Kayn. Before it was banned after Kayn broke the TV. But it’s fine, they can just play when Yone is not home to complain.

Yone ❤️

• Who let grandpa play? When it comes to games, Yone is not really good. Taking his time to learn at a pace and properly play.

•He likes turn base and strategy style games. Being able to figure out the best path for the characters and unlock the next level of any story. But he’d also enjoy little games he’s able to play on his phone. (Candy Crush, 8 ball, Solitaire)

ft. games Aphelios would hook up Yone with: Fire Emblem, Old Final Fantasy games, Octopath Traveler, Etc..

•He’d only play games once in a blue moon. And when he does, everyone in the band tries to witness like they’ve just discovered mothman. Except mothman is playing candy crush and is on level 690.

Aphelios 💙

• All is fair in love and -no, not here when it comes to games. Aphelios is very dedicated to either speedrun games or to complete it 100%

•When he’s not working on songs or sleeping, he’s playing adventure games or role play centered games with a fighting system. (Legend of Zelda, Baldurs Gate 3, Devil May Cry, etc…)

•He’s as highly competitive as Kayn is when he does dabble in fighting games every now and then. But to Kayn’s demise, Aphelios knows cheat codes and techniques from hours of playing in practice rooms.

[kagiura-akira]

I read this shirashiro series this morning— Bros to lovers saga —and it was a beautiful 16k of two best friends pining for each other and the end kept me thinking and needing more from an established relationship angle so here's... A thing. Idk what to call it. Rambling about shirashiro from the point of view of the end of the second fic in the linked series (read: they've just confessed on the school rooftop after being awkward for like a whole fucking month and they had their first and second kisses up there)

(T rated bc horny teenagers will be what they are, but I don't feel obligated to write more than this)

So I had to ask myself, how do these two handle going from friends to lovers?

I like to think that Shirahama radically accepts it for what it is without thinking too hard about it. He doesn't like doing that. Like at first he refuses to think about why he's into his best friend who's a guy. He can have his sexuality crisis later. He just knows that Tashiro is cute and attractive and funny and...

Ok, we get the point.

So Tashiro and Shirahama have gotten together now? They're dating. What an odd thing to say, but Shirahama is happy that it means he can be with Tashiro as much as he likes. Or as much as Tashiro likes. Which is a whole fucking lot.

Shirahama: where did you learn how to kiss like that?

Tashiro: like what?

Shirahama: like you're ready to eat me alive

Tashiro: I was just doing what felt right

Shirahama: Exactly how long have you been considering eating my face because that felt like a lot more than a month’s worth of being pent up

Tashiro doesn't respond because he can't help but feel like he's being picked on

Shirahama: it's kind of hot

Tashiro blushes from the tippy tops of his shoulders to the top of his head

Tashiro: shut up

Shirahama: absolutely not

Tashiro:

Shirahama: can I come over? Wanna play Tekken 7

Tashiro: why not 8?

Shirahama: don't have it yet

Tashiro: then buy it? It's been out for ages

Shirahama: can't afford it.

Tashiro: ....

Shirahama: I'll be there in five

Tashiro waits for about ten minutes before he starts blowing up Shirahama's phone

Tashiro: did you mean five minutes or five hours??? JFC hurry up

Shirahama: aww is Gon-chan feeling needy? 😘 had to take the dog out sorry

Tashiro and Shirahama sit on the couch once he gets there and Tashiro sits on his left, leaning back against his shoulder, and Shirahama slips his arm around his waist to yank him in closer as he takes his controller with both hands, forming a loop around Tashiro's waist. Tashiro reclines his feet and lies back into him a little bit more.

Shirahama's eyebrows pinch together in frustration. This little shit sitting in his arms is whooping his ass in this match, and nothing he does can give him an edge. Tashiro is talking shit too, and Shirahama has reached his tolerance limit. He grips Tashiro tighter and bites his ear to make Tashiro falter. The smaller boy yelps with a slight jump and fumbles with his controller. Tashiro whines and says it's cheating. Shirahama smiles slyly and only says, "All is fair in love and war"

Tashiro pauses the game, glares at him, then tackles him to the couch to bite him back and not in a sexy way, at least he didn't intend to. His intentions were purely violent with no ulterior motive. But then Shirahama groans and Tashiro decides he needs to hear that again. And that's how Tashiro ends up on top of Shirahama, biting, licking, sucking on his earlobes, his jaw, his neck.

Hands wander and Shirahama finds his way into the back of Tashiro's uniform shirt, sliding up his sides and unintentionally tickling him. It's confusing how Shirahama could have such calloused hands but still they feel and smooth against his skin.

Tashiro is too busy marking up Shirahama's neck. As much as Shirahama enjoys it, he would rather be able to see him, so Shirahama brings his hands to Tashiro's face to yank him up to look at him.

“Kiss me.”

“Kyouji...”

He loves it when he says his name like that, but... He wants him to kiss him more. Like he did before. Like he's hungry and he finally is taking what he wants. Because he doesn't do that enough. Tashiro isn't greedy in the slightest—always doing what other people want but never taking anything he wants for himself.

Shirahama wishes he would.

He links their fingers with his one hand and the other comes up to run his fingers through Tashiro's long hair.

They fall off the couch after getting a little too lost in each other.

They laugh it off and notice their game is still paused, but they want each other more than they care about the game. Everything is new and they're infatuated with the physicality of their relationship. Where touches mean something more (not different, just MORE) and there are a lot of new feelings and perks that come with being boyfriends. An old comfort and a new spark. Shirahama likes to play with Tashiro's hair a lot. Tashiro feels like he's being treated like a dog at first but the petting grows on him and he tends to nuzzle himself into Shirahama's hand eventually like he's trained him.

Then there's the comfort of Shirahama's steady heartbeat. Tashiro could lay here and listen to it forever because it's almost hypnotic.

Shirahama asks him why he's so quiet.

“I'm listening to your heart”

“Yeah? And what's it telling you?”

Tashiro closes his eyes as he snuggles into his hold, grasping handfuls of his soft sweater. “That it's mine.”

“Mn.” Shirahama kisses the top of his head and they fall asleep like that together. On the floor. Shirahama's back feels like he's 80 years old after that but Tashiro feels fine thanks to his nice body pillow boyfriend

[lemmylemons]

Why are some Youtubers or people on Reddit and Twitter call Kazujun a failed marriage or something of that sort. If any Mishima marriage was failed was Heihachi and Kazumi's. Bro killed his wife, and they were probably barking at each other back and forth when Heihachi wanted to do a coup againts Heihachi and about power. Heihachi went on fathering bastards left and right around the world. Kazuya and Jun? They were happy from what we know. Only thing going against them was that they were separated because of Heihachi. There's nothing failed about them. Jun loved Kazuya so much and believed in him that she had his baby and asked Jin to save him.

Tell me now, what's failed about that? Tragic and complicated? Yeah, maybe, but it's a not failed marriage. Kazuya never killed Jun or her clan nor fathered bastards. He still loves in fact and stayed loyal to her. Unlike Heihachi.

Okay, okay - I'm not going to defend Heihachi, but the reason Heihachi and Kazumi were actually failed was a two way streak, it wasn't just Heihachi.

I'm not going to go on a Heihachi sympathy fest like Tekken 7 - but I'm going to correct some things.

- Heihachi did care for Kazumi. Kazumi tried killing him first (something I learned after playing 7, I thought he just killed her), after their fight, she begged him to kill her so she wouldn't hurt others, specifically Kazuya - she was possessed by the Devil Gene.

- Heihachi started his stupid 'experiment' of seeing if he had the Devil Gene AFTER Kazumi die, and WAY after too, Lars doesn't have an exact age, but canonically they say "around 29" as of Tekken 8. Heihachi is 76 years old (I messed up originally, I thought he was 74, oopsie doodles). He would have been like 47-ish when Lars was born, who the fuck knows with Reina. So he wasn't doing it while with Kazumi, he would have been 31 when she died... And then threw Kazuya off a cliff. None of this is okay, I think everyone knows I hate this stupid fucking man, I'm just saying this cause it's not like he was cheating on her left and right, it was after she died.

That's all I have for corrections, Kazuya and Jun are the better couple obviously, but it's not just Heihachi that ruined him and Kazumi, Kazumi was also evil - evil and evil over here, no wonder Kazuya's so traumatized, his parents suck bro.

[strangledwires]

Tekken 4: Big Feet cheat

[vtncomics-art]

PART 4 of 4 END

And that is how Heihachi returned and became DLC for Tekken 8.

Because Mewtwo is a sore loser and cheats and I'm totally not mad because I can't beat him in Pokken and it's definitely not a skill issue because mommy says I'm really good at the game, everyone else better than me is a total cheater.

Thank you for reading Tekken Isekai! This took me two months to make and it was a lot of fun to draw Pikachu throwing hands and dominating the Pokemon meta.

Join me next time in my next fan comic series;

Street Fighter X Tekken Body Swap: I Was Once a Great Demon of Martial Arts But I Got Too Angry and Then Had a Brain Hemorrhage and Perished Because I Was in the Middle of Bum Fuck Nowhere and Couldn't Get to a Hospital In Time and Was Too Angry to Pass On to the Other World, So I Possessed the Pet of the Husband of Mishima Kazumi to One Day Defeat in Mortal Combat With a K.

1, 2, 3, 4

[viperwhispered]

Playing games

Some thoughts on Emi, Jamil, and playing different kinds of games together.

You can find more information on my yuusona Emi and her relationship with Jamil here on the masterlist.

In general, Emi's quite competitive – she'll have fun, too, and generally won't be too unhappy about losing (depending on the circumstances), but she does put in the effort to seriously try. Like, if you ask her, what's the point of playing a game if you're not playing to win?

So, while Emi's not the sorest of losers, she's not likely to enjoy playing anything that she's bound to lose, or where she doesn't feel like she's on an even playing field.

Sometime during the SDC prep Emi whipped out a deck of cards and invited everyone to play. She may not be an Ace-level card trickster (and would hate cheating anyway), but she's still pretty nimble with handling and dealing out the cards.

Plus there's some fond pre-twst memories that she might or might not remember about big card games together. And one can only play solitaire so much.

That also was another chance for both Emi and Jamil to see different sides of each other, while they were still trying to figure each other out. Having fun together, yes, but also seeing how the other strategizes and approaches the games. (Emi may have actually found herself enjoying the side of Jamil she saw here. Just a bit, a lil smidge. Definitely still unhappy after what happened during book 4, totally. And for Jamil, it was totally just another learning opportunity to figure out how to get back into her good graces.)

Also a chance for Jamil to practice holding back a little less.

Later on (while they're in a relationship / comfortable with each other), if Emi and Jamil are playing against each other, there won't be no holding back. Plus there'll definitely be some smacktalk – nothing too harsh, but definitely some bantery ribbing.

Like I can just so imagine them playing the twst equivalent of Mario Kart or Tekken or something, both of them just focused and taking turns being smug when they're doing well.

Sometimes it even turns into small bets. Like the loser has to give the winner a back massage, or tell them how great they are, or things like that.

(And when they're under the same roof, it might be about who has to do the dishes or take out the trash. They might even end up with a whole system with points to cash out for favors, because it's always more juicy when you get more out of it than just bragging rights.)

On the other hand, they'll do pretty well with co-op games. Occasional bickering if they disagree on the right course of action, sure, but nothing too bad.

And when they're playing with others, they definitely won't hesitate to call each other out. Like, during a board game night at Ramshackle:

🖤: Ace, don’t fall for his flattery. Jamil’s clearly got some sort of an angle here.

🐍: You wound me with your accusations, my dear. Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?

🖤: *level look, not about to fall for that* It’s not a team game, is it? Can't let you get away with your scheming ways now can I.

Cue Jamil & Emi spending the rest of the game so busy watching out for each other and calling out the other’s advantages that someone else just sneaks their way into victory without them realizing.

Tagging @scint1llat3 @diodellet @moonyasnow @bibi-cha

If anyone else would like to be tagged for Emi / jamemi things, just let me know!

[enhypencores]

Enhypen Sunghoon X Y/N

Genre: romance/angst/fluff

Synopsis: you knew your boyfriend, Heeseung, had some terrible friends who were a bad influence, but the one you trusted was Park Sunghoon. You thought Heeseung loved you, but one football match rocked your world and left you devastated. If Heeseung could cheat, what was holding you back?

Warning: profanity, sexual content, making out and cheating. I would recommend minors don’t interact.

You thought your eyes betrayed you as Heesung’s tall figure approached the cheerleaders’ stand. As his gaze raked down one of the blonde cheerleaders, he flirtatiously ran fingers through his messy undercut. He winked at her, setting off a frenzy amongst the crowd. The girl cheered his name louder, returning his advances with a smile. His friends circled him and cheered ceremoniously with proud smirks as if their friend had conquered the world. All of them except for one, standing at a distance, his eyes on you.

Somehow Sunghoon was the only friend who remembered Heesung was taken.

Sunghoon watched you with a scorned expression, his lips tightly pressed together. His gaze flicked between Heesung and yours before settling on you. His eyes pinned you down as if asking you why you were still seated, cheering for a man who openly acted single. You looked away, ignoring his menacing gaze because you didn’t know the answer to his questions.

Heesung was your first boyfriend. You were a transfer student whom your senior boyfriend had welcomed with open arms. It started with friendly teasing and melded into flirtatious banter. Initially, you only liked him as a friend and ignored his efforts to be something more, but as his advances grew bolder, your curiosity got the best of you. You decided to date him three months ago.

Heesung was sweet, lively and fun. The first month was special. He took you on date nights almost every weekend and spent most of his evenings cooped up beside you in the library. Then you both got busy with midterms. He strained with a biotech degree whilst you worked on your psychology research paper. In the meantime, you started studying with Sunghoon at the library as you two shared the same course. You grew familiar with Sunghoon through Heesung when he introduced you both at a birthday party. All of Heesung’s friends had made you feel uncomfortable because they reeked of bad influence.

All except Sunghoon.

The moment you met him, you felt like you could trust him. His eyes were pure and mouth reserved. He didn’t crack stupid jokes about the unfortunate ‘taken’ label or bring up Heesung’s past exes. He kept to himself, which initially made you believe he was antisocial; however, god were you wrong. Sunghoon is perfectly social with his people.

You found out one night when Sunghoon and you overslept in Heesung’s dorm. Your boyfriend was out of town for a cousin’s wedding when Sunghoon needed notes for an extra credit course. Since you had a duplicate key to his dorm, Heesung asked you for a favour.

Searching for the notes in his drawer, you came across the Tekken game cover and reminisced about the time you played it with your siblings. Sunghoon suddenly forgot all about the notes, his eyes wide with fascination as he challenged you to play a round. You couldn’t reject.

There wasn’t just one round. A few competitive rounds later, you were calling each other names as your rivalry grew intense, and at some point, he was defeatedly smashing the console against the floor. You saw colourful sides of him that night. Both of you had ended up late to the morning lecture.

The blaring whistle pulled you out of your reminiscences. You looked back at the field: Heesung was in his position as a defender. Your eyes unintentionally wavered, looking for Sunghoon, the captain. You spotted him, rubbing the back of his neck as sweat trickled down his black strands. He shook his head lightly and yelled for a teammate to pass him the ball.

Half-time was over, and the game restarted.

You lost focus as soon as it began. Your eyes followed the tall captain in his red jersey; his armband was strikingly obvious as he led from the front. His muscular feet toyed with the ball and drawled it onwards, past an opposing player. Sunghoon’s hair flipped back as he ran like the wind, his body flexing like a rubber string as he defended the ball, directing it towards a teammate before the opposing member stole the chance.

Realisation dawned upon you. You screwed your eyes shut in frustration. Even if Heesung was acting up, it was wrong to stare and salivate over his best friend. You felt small, watching the match and staring at another man. You wanted to disappear.

You cradled your bag and grabbed the water bottle you had gotten for Heesung, ready to leave.

All of a sudden, gasps filled the venue as the referee’s high-pitched whistle blared across the field. You jerked up, caught off guard and inspected the source of discussion.

You were up on your feet instantly, jaw dropping as you witnessed the scene: Heesung was on the ground, his face scrunched up in pain as he held onto his right joint. The referee held up a yellow card for the perpetrator standing at arm’s length: Park Sunghoon.

“Did you see that? It was deliberate!” Someone yelled, and your body grew cold.

“Aren’t they best friends?” A male snickered beside you.

“This is Sunghoon’s first yellow card as the captain,” Another added, and your blood pressure seemed to rise.

You felt your body jump into action, running towards the field, eyes trained on the two as you hoped Heesung wasn’t injured too badly. The closer you got, the more your heart sank. Sunghoon stood by with a tightened jaw, eyes bleak like impending doom. You hurriedly knelt before Heesung, inspecting the wound.

It was bad. The skin was torn, and a pink layer was exposed with remnants of bloodied flesh dripping down his knee. It looked like the fall and friction had almost spiked his tendons.

“Babe, it’s okay. I’m okay.” Heesung interrupted, his words heavy as he noticed the concern dripping down your eyes. You shook your head, edging closer and touched the lower half of his bent knee.

“Can you stand?” You asked. He chuckled, but it sounded more like a pained moan.

“Of course,” he claimed like the over-ambitious man he was. You leaned forward, placing his arm around your shoulder as you attempted to get up.

Sunghoon stood against the bleachers, his gaze pinned on the two of you with a taut jaw as he fiddled with his water bottle. The stare made you squeamish.

Heesung groaned, breaking the trance, and you noticed the visible agony on his features. His knees almost met the floor when suddenly the head of health department reached forward, grabbing onto Heesung’s waist, supporting his weight.

“It’s alright. We’ll take it from here,” he comforted, and you hesitantly let go. Heesung spared you a tight lipped smile before limping out with assistance.

As the back of your boyfriend disappeared behind the door, your eyes immediately shot towards the culprit. You scrutinised his face, but he decided to play the game of ignorance. Head thrown back, he downed an entire litre of water like a fuming engine, restraining the urge to explode.

He then returned your stare with the same level of intensity.

The whistle blew once again after a substitute joined. The game commenced as if nothing had ever happened. You stood on the sidelines, your eyes trained on that one man who wouldn’t leave your head for the past couple of weeks.

You felt confused. He continued the game like really nothing had happened. There was no remorse or distress, instead, his fierce gaze gave you a feeling that he was proud. You could hear the chitter-chatter and gossip from the stands, so you decided it was better to leave.

With a final glance at Sunghoon, who was driving the opponents up a wall, you exited the premises to go find Heesung.

The university was currently retouching some of the aged walls, so you were hit with the overpowering scent of fresh paint as you headed towards the infirmary. It made you feel nervous and lightheaded.

You knocked on the door, but there was no answer. You pushed the door wide, surveying the room. No one was there, so you backtracked. Your ears perked up when you heard soft moans from the far left. You felt sick imagining the amount of pain Heesung was enduring to be making such sounds.

You impatiently walked up to the bed and spotted him from the gap in the curtains. You were about to pull it aside when you noticed another person present.

Your hands froze, face dropping like your heart.

It was the blonde cheerleader from the stands, sprawled on top of your boyfriend’s lap. Her hands were in his hair, and his mouth was on hers. His knee was bandaged, and she was fisting his shirt off as they kissed like starved animals. The moans were not of agony like you had believed; they were sounds of pleasure and excitement. Turning away, you knew the image would haunt you for weeks as your lunch rose to your throat.

You hurried out of the room. Wobbly legs carried you down the hallway as the overbearing smell of paint rushed your stomach’s contents up to your mouth. Fortunately, you made it to the restroom in time and emptied your insides till you were a gasping mess, holding onto the walls and sobbing uncontrollably.

Lee Heesung betrayed your trust. All the unimportant memories rushed forth like warning bells. He had been ignoring your feelings and spending more time in his “study groups”. Who knew how long he had been cheating?

Another memory rushed back. A week ago, Sunghoon brought up your relationship, and it caught you off guard because Sunghoon never pried into your love life. You felt uneasy answering, but before you had the chance, Sunghoon retracted.

“Actually, I don’t wanna know. Just don’t get hurt.”

You stood up, rubbing a hand over your face. You exited the bathroom stall and repeatedly washed your face with cold water. The mirror saw a corpse with untidy hair and an unappealing smile.

You let him hurt you.

You spent a long time, emptying your heart in the washroom. By the time you finally exited, the football match was over. Players were heading to the locker room. You lowered your head as you walked down the hallway, praying none of Heesung’s friends spotted you. Especially Sunghoon.

Roars of celebration echoed in the building, and you wondered if it was Sunghoon’s team that ended up winning. You would know if you just looked around, but you were too exhausted.

You were near the door to the lounge when suddenly someone grabbed onto your wrist. You turned hesitantly.

Sunghoon stood in his drenched jersey, holding onto your hand with an irons grip. Beads of sweat trailed down his forehead, swimming to his neck and dissolving into his jersey. You ignored his gaze, so he wouldn’t notice your puffy eyes.

“We need to talk,” he claimed, his words breathy and concerned as his hold on your wrist tightened.

“I’m tired. Let’s talk tomorrow.” You dismissed his attempt.

“No, we need to talk today. Wait for me,” he pleaded, but you stubbornly shook your head.

“Sunghoon, not today,” you lashed out, your tone cruel as you wrenched your hand from his grasp and turned to leave.

“Y/n. Please.” Despite your harsh behaviour, he maintained a gentle tone, jumping forward to block your path.

You quickly looked down, inwardly begging him to leave you alone. You didn’t want to face him because the moment you met his warm eyes, you knew you would crumble.

“I know you’re mad at me for what I-” he cut short. “Hey, are you okay?” His words hung low in the air, and he shifted close, placing his fingers under your chin and carefully lifting your head.

You watched his eyes grow wide and lips part in shock. He raised a brow, his gaze narrowed as he tightened his hold on your chin. He surveyed the swollen redness of your eyes and the paleness of your cheeks. The sudden proximity made you falter, and you stepped back. He followed.

“What did he do?” Your jaw almost dropped hearing the amount of bitterness in Sunghoon’s tone. The fact that he immediately picked up on the cause of your current state baffled you.

“Nothing. I just-” your words cracked, as did your demeanour.

You wanted to go home and cry your eyes out, hopefully dissolving into the sheets of your bed, so tomorrow wouldn’t come. But here stood, this stubborn man, making you want to spill your heart out. His presence had an indescribable effect on you.

“Sunghoon, I just wanna go home.”

Your drenched eyes made the world blurry. As the tears ran down, you embarrassedly tried looking away. You didn’t want Sunghoon to see you breaking down like a hot mess, but currently, you felt so lost, you couldn’t persist any longer.

You thought you almost hallucinated the touch when his fingers brushed your arm. It was so gentle like his he was holding a child’s hand. You looked up and caught the softening brown in his gaze. He carefully stepped close and brought his arms around your back, lowering you into his chest.

His scent and warmth washed over you, disrupting the front you tried hard to keep up.

The gentle embrace undid the last knot in your chest, and the pain wrung out of your heart as you wrapped your arms around his waist and hid in his warmth. The tears flowed on their own accord, absorbing into his jersey like a vacuum sucking up all your misery. You felt his arms cradle you tighter as your chest rumbled, sobs wreaking your frame. He rubbed his hand against your back in an attempt to comfort you.

You weren’t sure how long he held you. It was only when you couldn’t feel your legs that you swallowed the remaining sobs and shifted, unwrapping yourself from him.

His arms felt unwilling, but he bit the inside of his cheek, slowly dropping them and stepped away. Your first instinct was to look down at the mess you had created, and it filled you with instant regret. The top half of his jersey was drenched.

“I-am so sorry,” you apologised with a screechy voice.

He seemed confused at first but noticed your eyes on his jersey and visibly tensed, his jaw tightening. “Is my jersey the issue right now?” He gritted.

You sighed, nibbling on your lower lip, something you did when you felt anxious.

“I’ll see you tom—”

Sunghoon huffed, his glare pointed at you. Before you could continue, he pulled you to sit on the bench beside the locker room. He kneeled immediately, meeting your eye level.

“You will sit here and wait for me to change. I will drop you home myself,” he directed, his tone rigid as he stared at you.

You wanted to decline but realised there was no room for discussion. His words were set in stone. You reluctantly nodded, your hands clasped together.

“Good.” He patted your head like you were his pet and rushed into the locker room.

As if he walked through a costume spell, he was out within a heartbeat, dressed in his uniform. You surveyed him: half unbuttoned shirt, loose tie, disarranged hair and untied shoelaces. You broke into a nasally laugh.

“I wasn’t going to run away,” you confirmed, and he smiled back at you, his nose scrunching.

“I wasn’t going to take any chances,” he claimed but you paused when you realised his intentions. He didn’t want to give you enough time to be alone with your thoughts.

Your smile returned as you got up and followed him out the university.

The sun had come down by the time, leaving behind trails of orange hues dissolving into the sky’s blue. The walk to the bus stand was quiet. You were thankful Sunghoon didn’t ask you anything despite his impatient personality.

Your phone suddenly pinged, alerting both of you. You grabbed it from inside your bag and turned it on. The screen lit up, showing one text message.

Heeseung <3

babe, did you go home already? need you with me tonight

(sent 5:33 pm)

You visibly flinched reading the text. Disgust settled in the pit of your stomach, your body wanting to throw up again. Though, there was nothing to empty anymore.

Sunghoon’s hand on your arm interrupted the disgusted scowl developing on your face. “What is it? You’re shaking,” he gripped your arm tightly, voice laced with concern.

You thought about telling him everything. But you didn’t want to put Sunghoon at odds with his best friend, so you nibbled on your lip and shook your head.

“I just-can we not go to my place?” You stuttered desperately. As much as you wanted to go home and rest, Heesung had a key to your dorm. You were worried he might show up.

Sunghoon blinked. The confusion in his gaze made your body tense up again. But he gulped it all down, nodding slightly.

“Come to my place.”

You never imagined that your first time at Sunghoon’s dorm would be under the given messy circumstances. As you walked through the door, you could immediately tell that this man was well put together. His place was just like him: neat and upright.

The white walls reflected the moonlight peaking inside from his window. The place smelt of fresh lavender and the familiar scent of Sunghoon’s cologne, reminding you of his embrace. You quickly shook away the thoughts, taking your shoes off beside the door, and Sunghoon led you to the dining table.

When you settled down, you noticed the desk on the right corner with countless books and papers sitting on top. You gave him a slight smile.

“Preparing the criminology assignment?” You guessed, and he nodded.

“It’s the absolute worst. Be glad you didn’t double major,” he sighed, going to his kitchenette.

“What do you wanna eat?” He asked, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat. It felt intimate.

“Uh-nothing really,” you muttered, but your stomach protested, rumbling exactly on time.

You turned bright pink.

“Ramen it is,” he announced and bent down to grab a pack.

You watched the man brush away strands of hair from his eyes as he cut open the packet and emptied it into a saucepan. The sound of boiling water spread, and its heat seemed to diffuse into your chest, warming up your heart because something about the man towering in his tiny kitchenette preparing supper for you made your insides curl. It was almost a funny sight, one you wished you could forever commit to memory.

You blinked when Sunghoon placed the bowl on the table.

“You’re not eating?” You asked, feeling bashful upon eating alone.

“I eat late,” he replied, his eyes not leaving yours as he signalled at the bowl.

You wanted to tell him you also eat late. Normally. When you don’t empty everything out in the morning. You refrained and quickly slurped down a big bite.

While you ate, you felt Sunghoon watching you. You didn’t look up nor ask him because you were certain he was curious about your recent mental breakdown he had been a witness to.

When you slurped the last bits and downed the soup, you felt yourself heave a breath in relief. You finally looked at Sunghoon and spared a toothy smile.

“Thanks for the best ramen I’ve had in a while.” He grinned at your comment and looked away, turning pink.

“It’s just ramen, drama queen,” he muttered, and you giggled, noticing his shy denial.

Your laugh died down when you heard the sudden beeping of your phone. You hurriedly grabbed the device.

Heeseung Calling

The mood shifted. You muted the ringing and put the phone down on the table. Sunghoon watched your body tighten, gloom settle in your eyes and hands fiddle with the edge of the table. With a tightened jaw, his arm reached forward, grabbing your phone.

It happened before you could process it.

One blink and Sunghoon had answered the call, phone against his ear as he silently stared you down.

Your eyes zeroed, head moving left to right in an attempt to deescalate the situation. Sunghoon knew your intentions, but decided to not care.

“Baby, finally! Where are you?” You heard Heeseung’s chirpy voice through the phone and your stomach tightened, the ramen attempting to jump up to the roof of your mouth again.

Sunghoon’s intense gaze made you feel uneasy and you tried stealing your phone, but he opened his mouth before you could.

“It’s Sunghoon.”

The air thickened.

Your head pounded in frustration as you watched the man in bewilderment. You felt the instant change even before Heeseung said anything, his breath halting for a moment. Sunghoon, on the other hand, looked purely intrigued, his eyes shining.

“Why’re you with y/n? Put her on the damn phone.” The sweet facade dropped as he rasped harshly.

Sunghoon’s grip tightened. “She left her phone on the stands.”

Your body recoiled, tension falling away. You looked at Sunghoon with gratitude. If Heeseung found out you were with him, he would come down to Sunghoon’s dorm and you were in no mood to face him. Not without throwing up again.

“Oh.” Heeseung’s tone became neutral.

“She hasn’t come to see me after the injury, so I’m a little worried,” he drawled, and Sunghoon listened in silence.

“By the way, that was not cool man. You seemed to have an agenda against me.” He playfully chuckled, pointing it out. Sunghoon breathed heavily, his hand clenching into a fist.

“I’ll give her phone back tomorrow. Don’t call before then,” Sunghoon spat and cut the call off, throwing it on the table with a darkened shadow on his features.

“Who told you to answer the call!” You shrieked, your body functioning on autopilot as you jumped forward, smacking his bicep and grumbling.

“What did the dick do?” He suddenly blurted and your adrenaline rush fluctuated, images of the ordeal flashing in your head. The tears rushed to surface, gathering in your eyes.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Sunghoon nodded eagerly. “Okay don’t talk about it. I’ll call him and ask.” You gasped as he reached out to grab your phone.

“No! Sunghoon-”

"You cried like that for the fucking idiot. I need to know or I’ll stalk down to his dorm and shove this phone up his ass.” The words flew out of his mouth like he meant it. His tense gaze overwhelmed you.

Tears gathering in your eyes flowed out, but you wiped them quickly.

“He cheated,” you simply stated.

His face collapsed. He blinked several times. Silence settled between the two of you.

Saying it out loud made it more real, but also bursted the uncomfortable bubble in your chest. Telling someone made it lesser of a burden. You felt you could finally breath a lot easier, but the pain from the chest shot right out your eyes.

This time, you let them flow.

Sunghoon suddenly got up from his chair and he rounded the corner, watching you. The rigidity in his gaze melted, and he stared at you with gentle concern. His jaw was still tight as if he was restraining himself.

“Don’t cry-not over him,” Sunghoon muttered incoherently.

He kneeled down, against your knees and wiped your face. When you looked at him, you noticed the frown on his lips, concern wearing down his face.

“Heeseung could never deserve you,” he bitterly stated, his eyes narrowing with fury.

You shook your head. “Why didn’t he just tell me he didn’t like me anymore? Why did he have to go behind my back?” You gravelled, heart plummeting in your stomach.

Sunghoon shifted forward to look you in the eyes. “That idiot still likes you.” He chuckled bitterly.

This caught your attention. You looked back at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Sunghoon’s enraged gaze could split the sun if he looked hard enough. “He does but not enough to get over his urges.”

You froze. Your lips parted in confusion.

“What do you know Sunghoon?” You questioned.

Sunghoon looked away, standing up. You immediately followed his actions.

“Sunghoon-”

“This is a conversation you need to have with him. But I’ll be there. You’re not going to be with him alone ever again.”

He avoided your gaze, turning away and searching around for his phone. You quickly jumped forward to block his path, meeting his hesitant eyes. The confusion from his words had stopped your tears. You wanted to know exactly what Sunghoon knew.

“Tell me. What do you know?” You muttered, your voice hoarse from all the crying.

“Y/n,” he mumbled, his lips tight.

“Sunghoon, I don’t wanna see him. I feel sick just hearing his voice. I can’t face him, so please tell me what you know,” you pleaded.

He hesitantly stood watching you and then pulled your arm, seating you on his single bed as he sat on the chair. You felt the tension in his muscles as he gulped and rubbed his palms against his trousers.

“Heeseung has been off for a while. I’ve noticed him flirting with girls on campus,” Sunghoon started and already you felt bile rise up your throat. You hated hearing about this. You felt embarrassed that Sunghoon was telling you the details of your boyfriend’s immoral endeavours.

“So I asked him about it, and he kinda shrugged it off saying it was all friendly,” he continued.

“Today, before the match I overheard him talking to some of his douche pals.” Sunghoon’s voice trembled. His eyes harboured a bleak fire.

“He was telling them about not feeling satisfied… because of his needs.” Sunghoon swallowed the rest of his words, face red and voice lowering.

Your breath hitched.

He didn’t have to complete because you knew exactly where this was going. Your mind went numb. The walls were closing up on you. You shifted forward, but Sunghoon clasped down on your shoulders, pushing his knees against yours.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said but you tried again hoisting yourself up. He didn’t let go.

His stern gaze met yours.

The gaze softened when he noticed the lifelessness in yours.

His hands found yours, cupping them together and watching you earnestly, hoping you would give him a slight nod-anything that proved you were with him.

“This is why you hurt him,” you accounted.

It all clicked. Sunghoon had heard the rancid comments and retaliated by kicking Heeseung to the ground. Your chest burned. Your entire body felt like it was on fire.

“He’s a scum.”

You had never heard Sunghoon this furious-never with Heeseung. You could tell he was restraining the bubbling anger just like he had done the entire game with a tight grip on his rage.

“I didn’t sleep with him because I was insecure,” you blurted before you could stop yourself.

Sunghoon froze. His frown deepened as his grip on your hands tightened.

“I wasn’t ready. I tried to get over it, but whenever he took the initiative, I backed out like a coward.” You recounted as if admitting these words out loud wasn’t tattering your soul.

“You’re not a fucking coward,” he snapped, his glare burning into you.

“If he couldn’t make you feel good enough, he didn’t deserve to touch a single hair on you.”

You didn’t know exactly what coerced you to carry out your next move. Suddenly you were leaping forward and capturing his lips with yours.

He froze. You imagined he would push you away, disgusted after your foolish action, but you also knew this was probably the only chance you would get to kiss Park Sunghoon.

You were about to pull away when you felt his lips part. Heavy breaths hovered over your mouth for a fraction of a second before he finally disposed of whatever thoughts plagued him and connected his lips to yours deeply.

The moment felt magical. The hitching of breaths and kissing of lips drugged your conscience, and you felt your mouth opening as invitation. He didn’t waste any time, quickly plunging his tongue into your mouth, feasting like he was starved for your taste.

One flick of his tongue against yours, and your brain melted into a puddle. His hands clenched around your shoulders like he was holding on for dear life. He angled his tongue into every curve. The harsh grip tipped you off the deep end, and you found yourself getting closer to him like a bee chasing nectar.

He released his hold on your shoulders and pulled your waist, igniting a fire within your soul. The force of his hold pulled you towards his lap. You obediently threw one leg on either side as he invaded your mouth.

The closer proximity worked wonders. You felt your brain going mush, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sucked on your lower lip, wetting it with his tongue. The kiss was passionately messy with his saliva dripping down your mouth and chin, noses colliding against one another like two vengeful enemies.

His lips were soft, but they were exploring your mouth like a rogue. You even opened your eyes slightly to watch him; they weren’t fully shut; they were drunkenly narrowed, hazed and rapturous. His cheeks and lips were tinted red, and his mouth worked tirelessly, nibbling and consuming your taste as if he had newly found his high.

You impatiently dragged your tongue against his lips, wishing to taste him. His chest vibrated as an annoyed groan left his mouth like he wasn’t willing to take his tongue out even for a moment. Your heart pounded, and you stubbornly bit his lower lip. This earned you another groan, and his tongue finally retracted. You immediately filled his mouth, and your body quivered upon the sensation.

He tasted like peaches, gushing of freshness. Your hormones purred as you pushed yourself into him, his scent washing over you like a bath. You had never felt Sunghoon this close. You had never heard or smelt him this way. You had never imagined how absolutely delicious he tasted. You had never felt your insides disintegrate and reintegrate with one kiss. Never with Heeseung.

The reminder of your boyfriend’s cheating fuelled your desire to completely undo yourself before Sunghoon. You tightened your arms around his neck as your fingers found way in his slick locks. You pulled at his hair, and the affect was instant. Sunghoon’s mouth dropped and his body tightened. Your heart stuttered when you felt a bulge, straining against his trousers, poking your thigh.

You knew this wasn’t right. You weren’t supposed to be on your boyfriend’s best friend, drinking from his mouth and sharing his heat.

But the heart wanted more.

The sinful look in his eyes almost liquified your abdomen, and you decided to become bolder. Without thinking it through, you shifted on his lap and lowered yourself on his hard-on. His gasp rung through the walls, making your body revel in delight. Eyes wider than before, his hand came quickly to hold onto your waist, his fingers digging into the flesh alarmingly.

You only considered it a green signal and pushed your core harder against him, this time making your insides clench with need. His iron grip on your waist tightened to the extent you felt the ache within your body. The pain only magnified your pleasure, and you felt your head fall back.

Sunghoon immediately pulled you close, and then bit your lip, almost like he was angry. Your brows knitted as he refused to release his grip on your waist, preventing you from moving freely. He delved inside your mouth again, this time sucking your tongue harshly. When he drained your mouth, he kissed the corner of your lips repeatedly like he was scraping for the last taste.

You impatiently pulled at his baby hairs, wanting him to release your waist so you could feel his hardness, but he started leaving feistier bites on your mouth to prevent your insistence.

You unwrapped your arms, pushing at his neck as his lips wouldn’t leave yours. It was as if he was so lost, he didn’t realise your attempts until you turned your head away.

He halted.

Breathless with burning insides, you both stared at each other, panting to get some air.

He recovered quicker, eyeing your bruised up lips again and again like he was waiting for the green signal to take a shot.

You would let him have anything if he just dropped that goddamn hand from your waist.

You quickly brought your hand to his, attempting to unclasp his hold. His teeth gritted, a low hiss leaving his mouth. He didn’t budge.

“I need you,” you whispered, leaning up to pepper kisses on his chin and cheek.

He sucked in his lip, eyes drowning in frustration.

“Y/n,” a low moan escaped his mouth, eyes growing pained as your lips lowered to his adam’s apple and sucked on the skin, colouring it red.

“Not-not right now please.”

Maybe the words weren’t audible enough or you simply refused to understand them because your lips kept moving lower, sucking his milky skin and littering it red with reminders of your devouring.

His body panted underneath, eyes rolling back and lips tightening as if his restrain was falling out the window. You attempted to shift and this time he released his hold. Your lips ran down, tasting his neck.

Your heart chimed in glee as your core throbbed to feel him but before you could move again, his hands were on your shoulders.

“Y/n!” He moaned as your teeth dug into his neck, biting and sucking his flesh like he was a bar of candy.

You were high. High on his body’s scent, high on his taste, high on his starved touch, high on his warmth and high on every smothered sound from his chest.

“Stop-please.”

The desperate plea finally made it to your conscience and you paused, your mouth freezing against his body. His words ran through your mind once and twice. Your heart plummeted, eyes widening in shock.

You hadn’t realised. Sunghoon didn’t want you to touch him this way. He had constantly been rejecting and restraining your advances, but you were too absorbed in your own world.

You were absolutely disgusting.

Your eyes welled up, but you strained to keep it together.

“I’m so so sorry.” You jerked off his hold, getting off his lap in a hurry. Your weak legs almost gave in as you stood up.

“No-no! I didn’t-” he was up on his feet, reaching out to you but you turned away. Your eyes wandered as you frantically grabbed your bag from the table along with your phone.

“Y/n, wait!” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you back, but you wrenched it out immediately.

“You don’t have to feel bad. I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have.” Your stomach twinged as you hurried towards the door, hoping he would just let you go because the day had brought enough baggage to last you an entire year.

“You crossed the line? I had my tongue down your throat,” he snapped in fury. You froze, turning a burning red at the shameless crudity of his words.

Your anger flared as you turned around to look at him. “It was a mistake,” you snarled.

You caught the change of gaze, his fury and concern watering into coldness. His drilling stare instantly made your heart drop in regret.

“Mistake?” He huffed, breaking into a shaky chuckle. “You were on top of me, devouring me like that and you call it a mistake?” You winced.

“I’m sorry-”

“No you’re not. You’re not fucking sorry.” He growled as he towered, gripping your wrist. You could feel the anger vibrating through him, jaw clenched as if he was biting down the remaining harsh words.

“Sunghoon.” Your voice quivered.

“I beg you. Let me go home. Please.”

He watched your eyes pool, body quiver. He released your arm defeatedly and stepped away. You wanted to apologise again but knowing it would just hurt him more, you tugged on your shoes and dashed away.