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ghouldump · 8 months ago

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more loustat x chill/unbothered/oblivious fem reader PLEASE!!

maybe she's like been a part of their relationship for a while, and she like the fledgling of some other vampire, her and her maker were like chill and totally platonic he dipped at some point before she met loustat, and she like the sane one between them and unfortunately gets ignored/left out unfortunately

something like the scene from season 1 where Louis swims across the Mississippi river to get to Lestat, and like reader is there too cause she went w Louis and loustat being there dramatic selves while she's just like trying to talk it out like adults, and then it spirals into argument about her wanting to visit her maker because Lestat, and tbh Louis too, is petty like that

Also your iwtv fics are my life line omg!!🎀

L'amour De Ma Vie | Lestat x Reader x Louis

ෆ while you love your companions, it is no secret that they oftentimes exclude you, and it isn't until you leave that they go into panic mode.

I love this idea, I hope you don't mind me changing it a little bit 🩷

“Louis, Y/n, you’re both soaking wet,” Lestat sat up from the bed.

Glancing at Louis, you could tell he was seconds away from slapping the smirk from Lestat’s face. The woman, Antoinette, wrapped one of the many sheets around her body, awkwardly staring at the two of you.

“Leave,” he told her, and just like that, she was up, running out of the bedroom.

“What are you two doing here?”

“Looking for you, and we…found you,” you answered. Louis remained silent, staring at Lestat, his mind all over the place from his companion's betrayal.

You understood where he was coming from, but at the same time, you didn't. Your maker, Lucius, lives a polyamorous lifestyle. From the moment he turned you, becoming his daughter, you saw the plethora of women and men come and go. Eternity was too long for him to stay with one person, he'd jokingly say, leaving a trail of broken hearts.

“You put your lover on the song, and expect us to come running back to you,” Louis screamed at him.

“I wanted a clear voice, to get the-

“I don’t give a fuck,” Louis interrupted.

“Louis, we agreed that we would just talk it out,” you told him, watching as he was fuming, but he ignored your words.

“You two swam to Mississippi to find me,” Lestat kept the same expression, eyeing the both of you lustfully.

“I swim faster than I drive,” Louis said, his fangs coming out.

“We don’t have to fight like this, we can find a middle ground-

“No, why are you acting unbothered by him stepping out on both of us?” Louis asked.

“I’m not, polyamory isn’t a deal breaker for me, so I feel like-

“He cheated Y/n, whatever bullshit you were exposed to by your maker, doesn’t apply in this relationship,” he told you, catching you off guard.

“That isn’t what I’m saying, we came here because of the song but also because we’ve agreed to make things work”

“So why are you acting like you’re on his side?”

“Louis, what are you talking about? Just because I’m not as angry as you, doesn’t mean I am against you, Lucius has always said anger is-

“Do you always have to bring him up?” Lestat asked a slight frown in place.

“Lucius, Lucius, Lucius, are you with us, or Lucius?” He raised his voice. Furrowing your eyebrows, you were extremely confused, about how the conversation went from Lestat’s infidelity to your relationship with your maker.

“I’m beginning to question the same thing,” you said, backing away.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” Louis shook his head, mentally criticizing himself for his choice of words.

“It’s okay,” you smiled at him, before leaving, due to your small age difference in your makers, you were faster than Louis, going back home.

You hated this feeling, this emotion, how your mind made you think of things that never bothered you too much before, but now did. From the moment you joined their companionship, you were constantly unintentionally excluded. Even in public, you cringed at times you were assumed to be nothing more than a friend of the two.

Entering the home you had grown to love, you went upstairs, packing some clothing in a bag. You were thankful that Claudia was out hunting, knowing your departure wouldn’t be so smooth if she’d been home. Leaving the bedroom, the family portrait caught your eye, making you pout.

Claudia sat on the sofa, while you, stood next to Louis and Lestat, who leaned against the sofa. You had been hesitant to take the photos, but they all insisted. As the photographer went to snap the photo, Lestat glanced at you.

“Come closer,” he said, pulling you between him and Louis.

His hand on your waist, while Louis held your hand, you all looked like a happy family.

Wiping the tear from your eye, you thought of how despite the occasional exclusion, they did so much more that made you overlook the habit. Maybe you could just get away for a little while, before coming back home.

Glamouring your way from state to state, for well over 24 hours, before you arrived in Los Angeles. Lucius fit into the bright city where stars and beauty resided. As you drained the shipment driver, you felt your blood pumping, an adrenaline rush of excitement coursing through your veins. Lifting from the man, you looked around, sensing the familiar presence near.

“I knew it was you I was sensing,” you heard, smiling brightly, you climbed out of the truck, running into Lucius' arms. His expensive scent filled your nose, as you wiped your mouth.

“What are you wearing, my love, is this what they wear down in New Orleans?” he asked, staring at your outfit. Beige trousers, along with a light pink blouse, he shook his head in disapproval. He considered himself to have impeccable taste in clothing, but he also was old-fashioned in some ways.

“I couldn't have traveled practically in a dress,” you said.

“I am more than glad that you are here, but why so sudden? I mean, no letter or postcard”

“I just wanted to get away from home for a while”

“Those two aren't treating you right? They are easily replaceable, what have I always told you, an eternity is-

“too long to be stuck with the same person, and I should always explore my taste, I know, and Louis and Lestat are fine, I just wanted to get away, I was hoping I could stay with you, for some time, if that's alright”

“Of course, you are always welcome,” he said, walking you to his car.

He didn't live too far away, in an expensive neighborhood, his villa home, the most extravagant. Stepping out, you immediately noticed the woman, peaking from the window.

“You have company?”

“Yes, Sonya, she wants to be an actor”

“You said that weirdly, is she special, maybe a potential companion?” you asked him, grinning.

“She has very sweet blood and an equally cute face, so I keep her around”

“You were just talking about me being with the same people-

“My love, this is different, she has grown on me, yes, but I think we both know I’ll eventually crave something new,” he smirked, as he wrapped his arm around you, leading you into the house.

“Shameless,” you laughed.

“It's true, and the best part of all, when the sex is wonderful they always come running back, come on, I have an extra coffin, you can sleep in”

“I went all the way to Metairie, and nothing, what about you?” Louis announced, walking back into the house. Pacing the floor, while Lestat sat at the piano, staring off into space.

“Why is he back here, I thought we weren’t talking to him right now? And where’s Y/n?” Claudia asked.

“Not now Clau-

“She’s gone, she took some clothes and left,” Lestat finally spoke.

“She can’t be too far, we can still find her and-

“I’ve been all over Mississippi, searching, nothing, not a trace, I can’t think of where she could be and I’m not her m-” Stopping in his speech, he put his head down, clenching his jaw. His leg shook lightly, trying to contain his anger.

“What is it?” Louis asked as he and Claudia stared confusedly at him.

“She’s with her maker,” he managed to get out.

His eyes reddened as he grew angrier, Lestat couldn’t help that he was inherently jealous, unrighteously possessive, especially towards those he loved, and that was very few. You were the most relaxed, forgiving vampire he'd ever met. Extremely oblivious and doting, you'd brag to whoever would listen about how great he was.

While he and Louis held all of the attention, he could hear you bragging to some mortal how well-dressed Louis was, or how Lestat was the greatest musician to grace your ears. You would go on and on, stroking their egos, willingly accepting and loving their baggage Claudia, you were a precious gem, adored by them both.

Your personality was much calmer than theirs, while they regularly clashed, you'd be bringing up calming methods, or ignoring them, chatting with Claudia.

“You have the power over your anger, Lucius was once a cruel angry vampire until he realized it was pointless, if the situation can be fixed, then do it, but if not, leave it in the past,” you'd quote.

Lucius, Lestat hated the man greatly, despite never coming across him before. Suppose his hate began from the respect you held for the man. He was around the same age as Lestat, from Italy, and was very handsome, he'd heard you say before.

He wished he could undo time so that he could become your maker. His blood in your veins, your heart in sync with his own, his fully, bound by more than your vow of companionship. While Louis only hated the man for the weird lifestyle habits he passed along to you, Lestat loathed the idea of another being nearly as perfect as he was to you.

“Lucius speaks French too, although he's more fluent in Italian”

“Lucius is also into fashion, he used to dress me all the time”

“Lucius was once a part of an opera, but he ended up causing a bit of drama because he slept with nearly everyone who worked there”

“Lucius…”

Lestat sat frozen seething at the thought of the man. He wanted nothing more than to kill him for making his way into your heart, he couldn't care less about the kind of relationship you'd shared with him.

“Uncle Les,” Claudia called out, exchanging a look with Louis.

“We can still get her to come home, he has sent her mail before,” looking around, he sent to the pile of mail, looking through and seeing the ripped-open envelope.

“Los Angeles, she's in Los Angeles, we can find her,” Louis approached Lestat, showing him the mail.

“She's gone, she's gone back to him and left us,” Lestat mumbled to himself, already crying.

“Hey, we’re gonna find her and she'll hear out, she’ll come back home,” Louis told Lestat, also trying to convince himself, as tears dropped from his eyes.

“I’m going to bed,” Lestat sulked.

“So you can cry all night? Do you want Y/n to come back or not, I sure as hell got used to some peace around here, we have the address, we can easily find a way out there, stop being so dramatic,” Claudia screamed at him.

“I preferred her quiet,” he said, sniffling.

“We can get her back home, you know how she is, she'll want to talk it out before we're back on the road”

“The insufferable therapy sessions,” he chimed in, as he wiped his eyes.

“Exactly, we can start planning right now,” Louis said, his companion nodded in agreement.

“How much do I need to pack?” Claudia asked.

“What makes you think you could come?” Lestat asked her, crossing his legs.

“Because I care about Y/n too”

“We won't be gone for long Claudia, we're just trying to get her to come back home,” Louis said to her, watching as she stepped away.

“If Y/n was here, she would not be okay with you just leaving me here,” she said, stomping upstairs.

“Where should we start?”

“Why don’t you turn Sonya? It’s so obvious that you care about her?” You asked Lucius as you danced to the classical record, in the considerably large living room. Wearing the custom gown he'd gifted you, both of your mouths were covered in blood from the guest of the orgy he'd hosted.

It had been nearly a week of spending time with him, and you were enjoying every moment of the easygoing, carefree life.

“None of this music is as good as it once was, going to see Paganini, I had never heard an instrument played so beautifully,” he shook his head, ignoring your question.

“Lucius,” you called his name knowingly, forcing him to look at you.

“I can't turn her, I…I love her,” he admitted, dipping you.

“If you love her, you'd turn her, and you both can have eternity together,” you told him, but he smiled, his hand brushing against your cheek.

“If I love her, then I'll let her live, have children of her own, and pass on as a pretty little elderly woman,” he said.

“Very noble of you,” you joked.

“I guess, but I’ll hold on until that time comes, I have another two years, and she’ll be twenty-seven”

“Aw, Lucius, are you sure you don't want me to do it?” you asked, as he continued to dance.

“Love looks different for everyone, my love, you, of all people, understand that,” he chuckled.

“I guess you're right”

“I suppose that is why your lovers are about to burst into my home,” he said with a smile, as he held you close.

“Yeah, probably, wait, wh-

Just then, the front door burst open, Lestat and Louis storming it, although, they had different targets, rushing over. Louis stood in front of you, pulling you away, into his arms, already pleading that you forgive him for how he spoke and his recent habit of exclusion.

While Lestat instantly had Lucius against the wall, his hand to his throat. Your maker only laughed, you truly learned well, both of these men wrapped completely around your finger, and you didn't even realize it.

“Lestat, don't,” you told him, hearing his chaotic thoughts, he wanted Lucius dead.

“You leave without a word, in the middle of the night. Countless arguments, and the moment he comes up, you up and leave me, leave us,” he screamed.

“We can talk about it, but I need you to let him go, I don't want to see you two fighting, so please, just release him,” you said, exhaling a breath of air, as he let go, growling at Lucius, who nonchalantly walked to you.

“You've done so well, my love, they're like your two little dogs,” he laughed, turning off the music.

“Lucius,” you warned lightly, as he pulled you close to whisper into your ear.

“I’ll give you a bit of privacy, I presume you won't be here when am back, I want you to reach out more often, it has been fun since you've been back home”

“I will,” you nodded.

“Wonderful, I love you”

“I love you too,” you said, watching as he went outside, flying into the air in an instant.

“What are you two doing here?” you asked them, wiping your mouth.

“What are we doing here? Did you forget that you have companions, or did you not care?” Lestat asked angrily.

“You up and left, you didn't even leave a note,” Louis said.

“Did you not care when you were in Mississippi, did you care when you brought up upbringing as if it was an insult?” the words shut them up, the guilt evident, in their eyes.

“Do you love him more, you went back to your maker because you want him more, we haven't been enough for you,” Lestat spoke.

“I'm sorry for what I said to you, I was angry and I misdirected my anger and I didn't mean to do that, especially to you,” Louis apologized.

“Apologizing is pointless, you love him more than any of us, I just need to hear you say it, perhaps that will give me the closure I need, say Lestat, I never loved you-

Bursting out laughing, you covered your mouth, waving your hand apologetically at the two.

“I'm sorry, but you two are drama queens,” you laughed.

“What are you talking about?”

“I didn't even take all of my clothes, or my coffin if I was leaving, I would be taking that because it’s custom,” you told them.

“Why didn't you say that in a letter?” Louis asked you.

“Because I thought about leaving for good, but then I considered how much I love you both, yes, I am oftentimes left out, but when I'm not, I feel like I'm on top of the world, and as you said, we have gotten into countless of arguments, why would I just because you brought up Lucius?”

“You're always bringing him up, comparing-

“I’m not comparing the two of you, you have a few things in common, it has only been a handful of times, but you only like the attention on you, you get so jealous at the thought of me talking about another man,” you laughed.

“Don't be ridiculous, and he's not nearly as good-looking as me,” he said.

“See, I never compared your looks, I know who looks better, Lucius doesn't come close”

“You too, Louis, jealous, worried that I wouldn't think that our relationship is enough and I’d go back to Lucius to practice his lifestyle, it's cute really, you both came scrambling out here, to win me back, I am touched and a few other things,” you continued as they approached you.

Immediately, Lestat was kissing your lips, holding you close, scared to let you slip away. Pushing away from him, you pulled Louis near, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Lestat stood behind you, kissing your neck, and tearing the dress.

“Where’s Claudia?” you asked through your moans, as each article of clothing was peeled away. Stopping, the two slowly stared at each other, before looking at you.

“She’s in New Orleans”

“You left her in New Orleans, by herself? We need to leave now, why would you do that?” you yelled, going to pack your things.

“Wait, can we finish what we started?” Louis asked his hand over the painfully stiff sensation between his legs.

“No, we need to get back to her”

“I hate when the brat is right”

#lestat de lioncourt x reader #lestat x reader #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac x reader #louis x reader #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv

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salemlunaa · 4 months ago

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INDUCING PURE CONSCIOUSNESS FROM AN LOA STANDPOINT ᥫ᭡

it should be self explanatory, but i’ll explain it for those who need…

Many people have been in my asks and dms requesting that i explain the void/pure consciousness/ “I Am” state but make it loa based.

so i want to tell you something: you’re already living your dream life, in fact it is no longer a dream.

you have already induced the void and you’re so happy

it’s so easy for you to induce pure consciousness

those things are true for those who claim.

i will repeat this again.

one man says: “inducing pure consciousness is soooo easy, i’ve done and i have everything i’ve ever wanted”

another man says: “the void is so hard, idk why but i just can never enter”

both are correct.

why? because whatever you say is correct, and this is why i barley give attention to self-pitying dms and asks talking about how “they try so hard and it just doesn’t work”, because i’m just like, “okay if you say so” and guess who also says that? your subconscious mind. Of course intrusive thoughts don’t manifest so one thought of: “what if i dont manage to induce?” won’t mean that you wont be able to enter. But constantly wavering is what confuses you subconscious and constantly speaking into the idea that you can’t do it doesn’t make things any better.

Honestly, you guys come on here, get a rush of excitement and happiness after reading a few motivational posts and then you go back into your slump and the cycle repeats. But you must stand firm, and those who have induced pure consciousness always take time to rave about how easy it was all along, how effortless, how simple and why? because it is, reprogramming your mind doesn’t have to be this 4 week long character development arc, it doesn’t have to be at the hands of some blogger’s challenge, you can change your assumptions now.

Your subconscious mind has no eyes, just ears, so if you tell yourself that you’re a master at inducing the void, it will happen. And i’m not saying to be delusional, because there’s nothing to be delusional about, it’s a fact that the 3d isn’t your true reality. You’re not “tricking your subconscious mind” it’s just fact.

“i hate my life so much why didn’t i stay awake and induce pure consciousness when i had the chance”

NO.

tell yourself, “this isn’t real, I have everything I’ve dreamed of because I have induced the void and can whenever I feel like”

“i didn’t induce again, another day in my shitty reality, time to wake up to go get ready for the school/job i hate”

NO.

tell yourself “i did induce the void state and im so good at it, i manifested everything, im so happy”

“shit. why did i have to procrastinate the void, i hate myself so much”

NO.

“I’ve already induced, it’s already happened and I love my life”

you create your reality you create the rules, assume that it’s already happened and it has.

assumptions = reality

so why can’t you just give it to yourself. no matter what you see.

🌺🎀 IGNORE THE 3D, YOU’VE ALREADY INDUCED THE VOID

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biscuitdolly · 27 days ago

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˚₊‧ ꒰ა traits and habits that your future self will thank you for .ᐟ 🫧🎀🧁

📧 -> my first long post in a while 🫶 I've had my ups and downs recently but for the most part life has been pretty good.

O1 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ don't overshare.

you don't have to be nonchalant and mysterious, but take a moment to consider your words before you speak. (e.g. "will i regret telling this person this piece of information in the future?")

O2 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ learn how to listen + let people talk.

It's crucial to make others feel heard, even when you might not share their viewpoint. Never cut someone off on purpose whilst they're speaking, it can really hurt someones feelings. if you accidentally cut someone off, always apologize and let them finish speaking once you've said your point.

O3 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ learn how to say no.

i know it's hard not to be a people-pleaser, but learning to say no to things that don't align with you is so important. It can help you avoid uncomfortable, awkward, and even risky situations. Setting boundaries is hard but being taken advantage of is harder.

O4 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ nourish yourself.

Make it a habit to eat meals regularly. Reduce your sugar intake. Embrace healthier food choices. Establish a skincare routine. Treat yourself to a shower after a long day. Stay hydrated. These simple changes can be easily integrated into your daily routine and will significantly enhance your life for the better.

O5 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ process over outcome.

sure, while it's great to imagine our ideal life, simply visualizing it won't automatically lead us to success. It can certainly boost our motivation, but relying solely on wishful thinking won't take us to our desired destination. enjoy the process of achieving your goal rather than just focusing on the end result.

O6 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ focus on yourself.

this is super cliche, i know. but it truly has a significant impact. Picture this -> you're sitting for a math exam, and you glance over at your desk partner's work, only to see completely different answers. You've always admired this person, so you quickly assume your answers must be wrong and decide to change them to match theirs. When the results come back, you discover that your original answers were spot on, but now you've failed because you chose to follow someone else instead of trusting your gut. Just because others are taking a different path doesn't mean it's the right one for you, or that the other person is necessarily "correct". It's important to remember that comparing ourselves to others can lead to unnecessary stress and self-doubt. Stay true to yourself and your own journey!

O7 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ become knowledgeable.

during school, we all learn about basics like maths and english. Exploring fascinating subjects like philosophy, geography, and astronomy can really broaden your horizons. You can also research topics that relate to your interests, such as anatomy, colour theory, fashion history, etc.

O8 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ stop with the shit talking.

talking ill about others is possibly the most unattractive thing you could possibly do. Afterall, what goes around comes around, and it will come to bite you back.

O9 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ kindness is key.

smile at strangers, say hi to people you know in the halls. engage in light conversations and share compliments with those around you. Being recognized as "the friendly one" can lead to countless opportunities for friendships and relationships. Step out of your comfort zone a bit! Just a simple smile can brighten someone's day, often in ways you might not even notice.

1O 𝜗𝜚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ i can't relate to desperation ♪

he doesn't want you? that's fine, move on. certain things just aren't meant to be, so don't push it. if someone doesn't like you, there's nothing you can do about it. why waste your time on some dumb guy?

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beatheprincess · 1 year ago

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When u give ur siblings praise cus u rarely received any growing up n they respond with "ok"🥴

#ah ha ha #never again #can anyone relate?#older sibling #praise #changing cycles #inner child healing #funny #babygirl things #follow #my personal blog #girlblog ♡#my girlblog #bea🎀#confession #coquettecore #kawaiicore #fyp

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martian-astro10 · 6 months ago

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Astrology observations - Part 3 (use whole signs)

🎀 For a lot of people with moon in 7th house, their mother had a huge impact on their personality (in a good or bad way). They'll either admire her a lot and try to be more like her or, do their best to not be like her. Their mother usually has a lot of say in who they marry. If the ascendant lord is not strong, then these people completely change after marriage and start to behave in a way in which their spouse would like them to.

🐈‍⬛Saturn in 9th house people can be really good when it comes to their career, they end up getting promoted earlier than others, but I've noticed that they prefer to work alone. It's like, they create something, but they would like someone else to market and sell it since communication is not their strong suit. Can be very introverted, not the best at taking initiatives, are very prone to undermining themselves.

🎀 moon in 11th house people have a really good relationship with their kids (unless it's debilitated). It doesn't matter if you're a guy or a girl, it's the same for both. They're the parents who have a very "chill" relationship with their kids, their kids trust them a lot, treat them as a friend. All my friends who have a great and healthy relationship with their parents, 85% of those parents had moon in 11th.

🐈‍⬛ Mars in 5th house people have such an "interesting" dating life; love triangles, friends with benefits, they've (or will) experienced it all. The people to say "it's complicated" when you ask them about their love life. But I've also seen that these people are very accepting of other people's dating preferences, this is one of the things that I really admire about them, this can result in them having a very diverse group of friends.

🎀 Jupiter aspecting ascendant/midheaven is one of the best placements that you could possibly have. I was going through celebrities' charts and I noticed that the ones who were exceptionally popular or rich had this like 90% of the time. With opposition and square it can indicate that people hate you at first, but then some info comes out and suddenly everyone loves you, but you gotta go through the hate first. Conjunction can go either way depending on the sign.

🐈‍⬛ Saturn in 4th house women have my full respect, like, these people go through so much shit in their life and yet they're so hardworking and never give up. Their mother was probably their worst enemy growing up. If you know someone who has this, give them a hug, they're carrying so much burden, and yet they never show it. You'll never hear these people complaining about life, have a very, "it's okay, problems come and go, you can't be sad all the time" mentality.

🎀 Sun in 1st house people make me so angry, I don't get along with them. They have such a shitty personality, and always wanna fight for absolutely no reason. Start a beef out of nowhere, but they are so fucking good at their job, that's actually what makes me hate them more. My class representative has this, and she's such a bitch, but she's so responsible, it breaks my fucking heart, can't even complain 😔

🐈‍⬛ Mercury in 11th house people have unmatched Rizz, will charm the pants off you (unless it's debilitated). I'm so jealous of people who have this. I know people with this, who are not conventionally attractive but their charm is what makes people like them. I never knew what it meant to be attracted to someone's personality until I met someone who had this. (I know this sounds like a backhanded compliment, but it's really not)

🎀 I have never in my life met a moon in 8th house person who was like....okay. these people will have a mental breakdown almost every week. Can't take criticism AT ALL. I have seen that people with this have a tendency to date whoever they see once they break up, just to show their ex how "wanted" they are, and it's not healthy because a lot of their hook ups have bad intentions. Have a habit of playing the victim "everyone bullies me 🥺" "I have the hardest life" and blah blah. On a positive note, they can handle fame really well because of their ability to manipulate people, once you get in their trap and start liking them, you'll never be able to hate them.

🐈‍⬛ I never see people talking about how smart Venus in 3rd house people are. I'm always so amazed by the way they carry conversations. A lot of women who have won beauty paegents have this because of how nice their answers were. A lot of young politicians have this as well. Their juniors often look up to them.

#moon in 7th house #saturn in 9th house #moon in 11th house #mars in 5th house #saturn in 4th house #sun in 1st house #Mercury in 11th house #moon in 8th house #Venus in 3rd house #astrology observations #astrology #astroblr #astrology community #astrology content #astro notes

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jenosbliss · 3 months ago

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🍇🎀ᝢ grapes under the table?

pairing. fem!reader x bsf!jeno | genre. fluff, friends to lovers | wc. 1k | warnings. none

a/n:: happy new year! btw did anyone try the 12 grapes under the table thing?

“Why do you even want to try this?” Jeno asked, his tone caught somewhere between amusement and disbelief as he crouched under the small dorm table with you, holding a bowl of grapes like it was the most absurd task he’d ever been asked to do.

You rolled your eyes, pushing the bowl of grapes into his hands. “It’s not like I’m throwing salt over my shoulder or reading tea leaves. It’s harmless. And who knows? Maybe it’ll work!”

“You don’t even believe in this stuff,” he shot back, holding up a grape and inspecting it like it was an artifact.

“I also don’t believe in horoscopes, but I still check mine every morning,” you countered, leaning back against the table leg. “But after twenty-something years of being single, desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Jeno’s chest tightened at your words. He’d heard this complaint a million times before—your usual dramatic groaning about how unfair the dating scene was, about how no one ever liked you. But tonight, sitting under the table with you, something about it hit differently.

He remembered the evening he’d seen you at that café with some guy from your class. He’d never thought of himself as the jealous type, but watching you lean in with that laugh—the one you reserved for people you really liked—had made his stomach churn. But when the date didn’t turn into anything more, he buried the realization deep. You were his best friend, and losing you wasn’t worth the risk.

And now? The thought of this little superstition actually working, of you finding someone who wasn’t him? That made him want to throw the grapes out the window.

“You stayed back for this?” Jeno asked, his voice dipping into that teasing tone he always used to cover up his feelings. “You never skip parties, and it’s New Year’s Eve.”

“You’ve been skipping a lot of them lately, too,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow at him. His heart stuttered. Yeah, because of you. “I just didn’t feel like going this time,” he lied.

You studied him for a moment before sighing, your gaze dropping to the bowl of grapes in his lap. “I don’t get why everyone makes such a big deal about New Year’s,” you said as if stating the obvious, your tone softer now. “It’s just a change of date. Not like Christmas or Thanksgiving, where there’s something to celebrate.”

Jeno watched you as you spoke, your expression pensive, your voice tinged with that familiar mix of frustration and longing. He’d heard this all before—how you hated being the only one without a date, how everyone seemed to find someone except you. He used to laugh at your complaints, teasing you until you smiled again.

But now? The thought of someone else being that person for you, the one who turned your complaints into laughter and made your eyes light up—it terrified him.

“Fine,” he said eventually, picking up a grape. “Let’s eat these grapes and see if your superstition works. But if you get a boyfriend this year, I’m blaming the table.”

You laughed, handing him a grape. “Deal. Now, eat.”

The two of you began eating, one grape for each month of the year. With every bite, Jeno’s heart beat louder, his thoughts spiralling. What if it actually worked? What if this silly little tradition actually brought someone into your life? What if someone else swept you off your feet and he had to watch from the sidelines?

As you popped the last grape into your mouth, you grinned triumphantly. “Done! If this works, I’m buying grapes by the crate every year.”

Jeno hesitated, his grip tightening on the bowl. His chest felt heavy, like the words he’d been holding in were threatening to spill over. “What if I don’t want it to work?”

You blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

He set the bowl aside, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “What if I don’t want you to find someone else? What if… I want to be your boyfriend?”

The words hung in the air, the weight of them pressing against your chest. “Jeno…” You stared at him, your lips parted in shock.

“I mean it,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “I stayed back tonight because I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t want to watch you love someone else. I want it to be me.”

Your heart raced as the truth in his voice sank in. The boy who’d always been your anchor, your constant, was now baring his heart to you. “You’ve always been my best friend,” you said softly. “I never thought you—”

“That’s the problem,” he interrupted, his tone urgent. “You never thought. But I did. I’ve been thinking about it since the day I saw you on that stupid café date, and it scared the hell out of me. I’ve loved you longer than I even realized, and I’m done pretending I don’t.”

You stared at him, the room suddenly too small, too warm, too charged with everything you hadn’t let yourself feel until this moment. “Jeno,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Ask me again.”

His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. “Ask me again,” you repeated, your voice steadier this time.He swallowed hard, his hand reaching for yours. “Can I be your boyfriend?”

A smile broke across your face as you nodded. “Yes. You can.” Relief flooded his expression, and before either of you could second-guess it, he leaned forward, his hand cradling your cheek as his lips met yours.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, but quickly deepened as you melted into him. His touch was warm and steady, his thumb brushing against your skin as if to reassure you this was real.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and grinning, Jeno rested his forehead against yours. “Guess I owe the grapes an apology.”

You laughed, the sound light and free. “You do.”

For the first time, New Year’s felt like more than just a change of date. It felt like the beginning of something real—something that had been waiting for the right moment all along.

As Jeno held you close under that tiny dorm table, you couldn’t help but think: this was the best start to a year yet. And just like that, New Year’s Eve didn’t feel so pointless anymore.

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┊NOW OUT. two boyfriends dress them up like twins. (psh x afab!reader x kjw)

┊synopsis. youre the head basketball cheerleader at your university and just so happen to be hooking up with the captain of the basketball team, yang jungwon. you may also be hooking up with the co-captain and jungwon’s best friend, sunghoon. what’s the worst that could happen?

┊WORD COUNT. 7.6k

┊WARNING. MINORS DNI. 18+. smut.. porn little plot. reader is messy as fuck. jungwon is also messy. isa is mentioned just for some plot building. p in v, squirting, protected sex (yay), unprotected sex (not yay), face fucking, swallowing, fingering (f. rec) , oral (f&m rec.), threesome, cumming inside, sorta some angst. i think that’s everything!

┊authors note. WOWWW after 5 months, i finally finished and posted this! i’m so sorry for such a delay on this, but i wanted to make sure i put my best into it! i will be working on the next installment of this fic soon! it will definitely not take me five months to post! should i do it in chronological order or who would you guys like to read about next? it’s been a long time since i’ve written a smut fic, so hopefully this is up to your standards! likes & reblogs are appreciated! my asks are also open so please send me some! thank you!!!

┊taglist! @strawberrywonz @denleave1088 @sunjaywoning @having-an-internal-crisis-rn @sjakewrld @lovewonkiki @rikisly @forrds

You loved game days. You loved how everyone would buzz with excitement, how you got to dress up, how many eyes would be on you. Everyone knew who they came to watch, and it wasn’t the basketball team.

Even the team knew it, their eyes lingering a moment too long instead of focusing on the court.

Especially when the captain, Jungwon, would noticeably bite his lip and miss the basketball flying at his head. That was a moment for the books, especially because it was his co-captain Sunghoon. You basked in the attention.

You giggled to yourself at the memory as you adjusted your red bow to sit comfortable at the top of your head.

As you were about to apply your lip gloss, your phone buzzed once, then twice, then three times. You were going to yell at your phone in annoyance, but quickly changed your demeanor when you saw who it was.

wonnie 🎀: hey pretty girl

wonnie 🎀: will i be seeing you tonight?

wonnie 🎀: you ditched me after the last game, i think you should make it up to me?

Instead of replying, you left him on seen. He thinks you owe him because you “ditched” him?

Jungwon is many things, but he is not a fool. He knew that you didn’t ditch him, you just weren’t going to wait around while he felt up one of the other cheerleaders.

So if he considers you ignoring his phone calls and texts asking where you are, or “please pick up angel” ditching him, sure.

You weren’t making it up to him though, that’s for damn sure. However, you’re sure it would be fun to fuck with his head.

y/n 🌷: okay :).

y/n 🌷: i’ll see you after the game.

Your message was almost read immediately, but you quickly closed out of it, not wanting to give him any satisfaction of you waiting for a reply.

Instead, you clicked out of his name, muted his messages, and scrolled to the one you really wanted to see tonight.

y/n: are you busy after the game?

Within seconds, a reply came through.

BEST DICK EVER: for you? never.

y/n: perfect <3. meet at my place?

The moment the game was over, you felt relief take over your entire body. It was a rough game, and unfortunately your team lost by a plethora of points.

They looked sad, and as hard as you tried to keep cheering them on, even your spirits were slightly crushed.

So as soon as the final buzzer rang and the players went back to their respective locker rooms, you booked it to the parking lot.

There was only so much time you had to get ready, and you couldn’t waste even a moment. Your teammates noticed your quick exit, but decided not to comment on it, towards you at least.

You would have to send out a group message later to explain yourself later, but for now, your mind was set on getting ready for your company.

The first call came in as you were turning into your apartment building, and you decided to let it ring. Maybe Jungwon would think you fell asleep, but you both knew better than that.

The second call came in as you unlocked your door, and this time you decided to answer.

“What?” You asked in an annoyed tone, “I didn’t answer for a reason.”

“Where are you?” Jungwon replied in an even more annoyed tone, “I don’t see you.”

“Because I’m not there,” You threw your keys onto the table and removed your white tennis shoes before walking towards your bedroom, “I have plans.”

“Yeah, I know,” He bit back, “With me.”

“Oh no,”

“What?”

You tried to stifle your laugh at his reaction, “Oh, so you weren’t too busy feeling up Isa to notice that I left?”

Jungwon groaned into the phone, “Get over that y/n, it’s not like we exclusively fuck.”

“Last time I checked, you were begging to see me after that game, begging me to let you hit because you, in your words, couldn’t wait to feel how tight I am around you, couldn’t wait to make me come undone your fingers because I looked so hot cheering for you,” You spat back, “I don’t remember you telling me you meant to send that to her.”

“She approached me, and plus, I tried to call you later that night,”

“I don’t want her sloppy seconds,” You cut him off, “So let’s try this again next week.”

You hung up the phone and threw it on your bed, anger boiling inside, who the fuck did Jungwon think he was? You are nobody’s second option.

Instead of dwelling on Jungwon, you carefully removed your cheer uniform, hanging it up in the closet and removing the bow from your head.

You could not wait to get the tight ponytail out and let your curls breathe before they get ruined in other ways.

Ping!

Again, your phone went off, and you knew it wasn’t Jungwon, he was still muted from earlier. A small smile plastered on your face, and quickly dropped because you were not ready.

You stood in nothing but the team branded sports bra and your safety shorts, but fuck, it didn’t matter. It’s not like they would be on for too long anyway.

BEST DICK EVER: i’m here angel

Quickly, you went to open the door and practically swung it open.

There stood none other than Park Sunghoon. His dark hair was damp from the shower he must’ve taken at the facility, and there was an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“Well, are you going to invite me in or just stare at my arms?”

You scoffed, “Was not.”

You shifted to the left to let him in, eyes lingering on how defined his chest and arms look in that confining white tee.

“Maybe a little,” You admit as he takes his shoes off and makes his way to your couch, “Or a lot.”

Sunghoon took his place on the couch, looking at you expectantly as you made your way to stand between his legs.

“Missed you,” His hands came up to hold your hips, “You did great tonight.”

“Did great or looked great?”

A laugh escaped his lips and his thumb began stroking your hip bone, “Can’t it be both?”

You closed your eyes, basking in his touch for a moment before he pulled you down to straddle his thighs, “You did great tonight too, Hoon. You always do.”

He stared at your features, taking you in as you looked at, biting your lip ever so slightly.

“So,” He broke the silence, hand traveling to the small of your back, “Are you going to let me eat it?”

You hummed in thought, “Maybe,” Your hands went up to his shoulders, fingers gracefully skimming over his silver chain, “Only if you let me wear this.”

He cocked his eyebrow, intrigued nonetheless, “You wear all of your sneaky links chains?”

“Maybe,” You shrugged, “But that doesn’t matter, I wanna wear yours.”

“What my pretty girl wants, Sunghoon removed his hands from your thighs to unclasp his necklace, “She gets.”

Sunghoon brought it around your neck, watching it lay between your tits, “And damn do you look good in Tiffany.”

Your face flushed, at a loss for words as Sunghoon moved you to lay back on the couch and he was now sitting between your legs, “You look so pretty wearing my chain, I bet you look even better wearing just that .”

His hands moved up to your sports bra, fingers dancing over your nipples before sliding them under the hem.

The contract made you gasp, his lithe fingers were cold against your nipples. Sunghoon pushed your bra up until your tits were on full display, bringing one of your nipples to your mouth.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, small moans leaving your mouth at the contact.

Sunghoon began to kiss down your stomach, hands still rolling your nipples around in his nimble fingers. Once he reached your safety shorts, he looked up at you with a lustful look.

He took the thin fabric between his teeth, pulling it down slowly, exposing your glistening cunt to his hungry eyes. His fingers hooking underneath the fabric to pull them down your legs.

Sunghoon stared at you, his hand caressing your right thigh as he lifted your left thigh to rest on his shoulder.

“I fucking love this cunt,” His sweet tone dripped like honey, “You get so wet for me so easily baby, I’ve never seen such a more perfect cunt.”

You let out a sigh, unsure what to say, but you didn’t have to say anything. Sunghoon used two fingers to spread you before laying his tongue flat against your core.

His free hand held your leg in place as he started kitten licking at your clit. Your hands came to grip his hair, tugging at it gently.

“Hoon,” You whimper as he flickers his tongue against your clit, “Feels good.”

He grinned up at you, pushing two fingers into your cunt as he continued swirling his tongue around your clit. Sunghoon’s fingers were going at a brutal pace, causing broken moans to leave your lips and legs shake underneath his grip.

“Hoon, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that," Your grip tightening on his hair.

"Make a mess all over my face, baby." Sunghoon said, not slowing the pace of his fingers, "Show me how good I make you feel."

With Sunghoon's praise, you let the knot in your stomach finally let go. Your orgasm hit you harshly and all you could do was moan Sunghoon's name and rut your hips against his lips.

His tongue or fingers didn't stop, lapping up the mess from your orgasm. The overstimulation felt too good, and you could feel your hips chasing after his fingers.

Sunghoon pulled his fingers and sat up, looking down at you.

And what a site to behold.

His hair was disheveled from your pulling and lips were shining with your wetness.

“You think I’d let you cum again on just my fingers?” He asked, hands trailing up to pinch your nipples, “Baby, I’m not done with you quite yet.”

Sunghoon brought his hands to your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. He forced your hips up, “Come on baby, arch for me.”

You complied, sitting up on your knees and leaning forward. All of your weight was on your palms, and arched your back the way Sunghoon wanted. You could hear rustling behind you before his hand came back to hold your hip.

“Think you can handle it?” He leaned down, his bare chest pressed against your back.

A scoff left your lips, “More than capable, but do you think you can handle this?”

“Mm, I don’t know” Sunghoon whispered, kissing down your back before pushing into you, “Definitely the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

You pushed your hips back against him, moaning at the stretch of his cock, “Definitely the best dick I’ve ever had.”

Sunghoon gave you a moment to adjust before fucking you back onto his cock at a fast pace. You tried to keep yourself up, but fell to your elbows and face smushed into the cushion below you.

One of Sunghoon’s hands snuck underneath your stomach and began rubbing figure eights into your clit, causing a borderline scream to escape your lips. He laughed at your reaction, letting up on you ever so slightly.

“God y/n,” He groaned, “I’ve never seen somebody go crazy for my dick like this before, must’ve really missed it.”

Sunghoon pushed your back down into a deeper arch, groaning when you clenched around him, “Fuck baby, you gonna squirt on this cock?”

The pleasure was too overbearing to the point only broken moans could leave your lips, the familiar knot in your abdomen was forming once again. Sunghoon’s brutal pace only quicked, causing a silent scream to escape from your mouth as you let your orgasm take over once again.

Sunghoon slipped out of you, slapping his tip against your sensitive folds as he looked at the mess between your thighs, “What a messy baby, squirting all over my dick like that.”

You could barely hold yourself up, trying to compose yourself as you came down from your high.

“You didn’t cum yet,” You breathed out, turning yourself to lay on your back, “And I wanna feel it.”

Sunghoon smirked at you, leaning down to kiss you as he slid himself back into your cunt, “Anything my pretty girl wants.”

You were busy sucking a hickey underneath his jawline as he fucked into you slowly, groaning into your ear.

“You’re the best fuck ever,” Sunghoon whispered, hips stuttering as he approached his own orgasm, “Nobody takes me as well as you do.”

A laugh escaped you, hands playing with his hair as you continued leaving small hickies down his neck, “Have fun explaining these to your other bitches.”

“You’re the only person I fuck, y/n,” He rolled his eyes, pulling out of you.

“Oh.” Is all you said, sitting up as you searched for your safety shorts, pulling them back over your hips.

Sunghoon threw his clothes back on lazily, stretching as he stood up, “Well, have a goodnight.”

“You aren’t gonna stay?”

He laughed as he kissed the top of your forehead, “Do I ever stay?”

Sunghoon gently kissed your lips before opening the door, “Call me?”

“What about your chain?”

“I’ll get it next time.”

“Who’s chain is that?” Jungwon asked, stopping in front of you with an accusing look, “That’s new.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, “It’s nobody’s, and like you said, it’s new.”

Jungwon stared at you, looking for any reason to accuse you of lying, “Are you still mad at me?”

The truth was, not really. You kind of forgot about Jungwon and Isa for the last few days, thanks to Sunghoon. He really knew how to make you forget things. Must be his dick.

“Nah,” You shrugged, “Don’t care. If you don’t mind though, I have practice.”

This time, Jungwon scoffed, “I know, we practice at the same time.”

You laughed at him, turning away and letting your hair hit him in the face, “If you are sorry, well, prove it.”

“See you after practice?”

Bingo! You thought to yourself, sparing him one more glance, “Sure.”

Jungwon watched as you walked away, noticing how good your ass looked in those shorts and how easily your hips swayed.

“Whatcha starin at?” Somebody asked from behind Jungwon, making him jump.

He sighed in relief when he saw that it was just Sunghoon, “Oh, nothing.”

Sunghoon’s eyes caught you just before you turned the corner, “Ah, nothing.”

Jungwon paused for a moment, eyes catching something he hadn't noticed until just now, “What happened to your necklace? The one you swore you wouldn’t take off even when you reached the pearly gates?”

“Oh,” Sunghoon said casually, “Needed to be cleaned, supposed to get it back soon.”

“Right,” Jungwon replied, “Let’s get to practice. I have plans.”

Jungwon met you at your apartment, waiting for you to open the door at any moment. He regretted wearing a sleeveless top in the nippy weather, but he knew that his arms made you go insane.

Finally, when you did open the door, Jungwon felt his slight annoyance melt away with how dolled up you were.

You wore a purple knitted headband, curls pushed back and spilling over your shoulders. You wore clear coated lip gloss and shimmering silver eyeshadow, matching your jewelry. Jungwon noticed something significant already missing.

“Took your new chain off, huh?” He asked, waiting for you to step to the side, “Guess you didn’t like it that much.”

“Guess not,” You rolled your eyes, moving to let him in, tightening your robe around you, “Sorry for the wait, I had to get ready.”

Jungwon winked at you, shutting the door as he followed you to your bedroom, “All dolled up for me, darling?”

“For myself,” You corrected, holding a candle in your palm and you lit it, “But I guess for you as well.”

He waited for you to come to him, leaning back on his arms as he watched you move, “You know, y/n, with you ditching me, I was wondering if there was somebody else who took my place.”

A cackle escaped your lips as you looked at him with a challenging look, “Took your place? Oh, I guess you noticed after you were done fucking my teammate when you know, you should’ve been in my bed.”

“One, I didn’t hook up with Isa,” Jungwon stated, “Just some heavy petting, and two, you know you’re the only girl I take seriously.”

“Grow up Jungwon, even you know that isn't true,” You stalked closer to him, “Because I don’t take you seriously.”

“Aw, you don’t?” He asked, sitting up and leaning towards you, “Such a shame, I would love to be your favorite on the roster.”

You met him halfway, “There is no roster. I thought you came to fuck, not try convince me you want to take me out or some shit.”

“I do wanna take you out, pretty girl,” Jungwon whispered, thumb grazing over your cheekbone, “And ruin everybody’s day.”

Jungwon laughed loudly as you pushed him back, slowly moving to straddle him, “You don’t think that would be fun?”

“Nope,’ You emphasized, coming nose to nose with him, “You’re just a sneaky link.”

A playful pout appeared on Jungwon’s face, “Aw man, if I knew that, I wouldn’t have let you borrow my necklace that I never got back, I might add.”

“Get it before you leave.” Is all you said before connecting your lips with his.

The two of you softly kiss for a while, Jungwon running his hands up and down your smooth thighs, squeezing them periodically.

Jungwon pushed his hips up into you eliciting a quiet moan from your plush lips. His hands move up to your hips, pushing them down as he rolls his up.

“Wonnie,” You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt him harden underneath you, “Missed me bad, huh?”

Jungwon smirked up at you, his thumbs teasing at the waistband of your shorts, “The way you’re rubbing yourself on me, I think you missed me bad.”

You rolled your eyes as you removed yourself off his lap, Jungwon immediately sitting himself up on his elbows with a pout, “What are you doing?”

“I think you’re the one who missed me badly,” Was all you said before dropping to your knees and in between his legs, playing with the drawstrings of his joggers, “Take these off,”

Jungwon looked down at you, lifting his hips up to pull them down, kicking them off next to you. His thumb played with your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth and smiling when you automatically started to suck.

“Such a good girl,” He cooed, pulling his thumb out and replacing it with the tip of his cock, “So me how good you can make me feel.”

Like second nature, you stuck your tongue out and Jungwon slapped his cock against it, forcing a moan out of you. Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning at the warmth.

His hand came behind you, putting your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he pushed you down on his length, making you gag.

Your hands gripped his thighs, hands digging in as he began to fuck your mouth, letting out soft moans around him.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” Jungwon moaned out, tugging on your hair a bit tighter, “Fuck.”

All you could do was moan, bringing a hand to wrap around the base of his cock, eliciting a string of moans from Jungwon.

Jungwon’s thrusts got sloppy, and you knew he was getting close to his orgasam. His hips stuttered as you squeezed the base of his cock and sucked harshly on the tip.

Jungwon’s hand pushed you as far down on his cock as he could, his cum spilling down your throat as he let out a loud whine.

That was new.

You waited a few more moments before pulling off his cock, looking up at him.

What a sight to behold, your eyes were watering and your shimmering eyeshadow was running down your cheeks. Jungwon was pretty damn sure that your lip gloss was on the base of his dick, but who’s paying attention to details.

His hand stroked your hair, adjusting your headband before pulling you back onto the bed.

“Still doing okay?” Jungwon asked, looking down at you and rubbing your thigh gently.

You gave him an enthusiastic nod, lifting your hips as he pulled down your shorts and panties.

Jungwon ran two figures between your folds, biting his lip as he looked at the wetness that coated them, “So wet just from sucking dick, huh.”

“Stop,” You covered your face in embarrassment, because Jungwon knew you like the back of his hand, unfortunately.

“I like it,” He cooed, rubbing your clit and taking in your moans, “Glad to know I make you this wet, only I can make you this wet, huh?”

That wasn’t entirely true. . . but it’s not like Jungwon knew about the other people you see in explicit detail, and it’s also not like he tells you about his other endeavors.

“Just you, Wonnie.” You moaned out, hand wrapping around his wrist as he continued rubbing your clit.

He leaned down to kiss you harshly, slipping two fingers into your cunt and causing you to cry out.

Jungwon fucked his fingers in and out of you as he sucked hickeys into your neck, it completely slipping your mind what he was doing.

One of your hands was tangled in his hair, tugging on it while the other hand was wrapped around Jungwon’s cock.

He was particularly whiny, which is new, Jungwon doesn’t typically whine despite you telling him how hot it was to hear.

“Won,” You moaned as he continued sucking on your neck, “Fuck me already, please.”

“Condom?”

“In the usual spot.”

Jungwon pulled himself away from you, leaning over and opening the drawer. He rummaged around before pulling the foiled package out and slipping the condom on.

“Ready?”

You nodded, moaning at the stretch as Jungwon pushed into your cunt slowly.

Jungwon waited a few moments to let you adjust before slowly moving his hips, “Fuck, your cunt feels so good around me.”

His pace began to pick up, causing you to dig your nails into the back of his t-shirt and moaning against his neck.

There wasn’t much to think about except how good Jungwon fucked you, and your mouth couldn’t fix itself to say much besides his name.

You lifted your hips to meet his own, causing his cock to hit your sweet spot and have you seeing stars.

Broken moans and the slapping of skin were the only noises that filled the room, your hands moved all over Jungwon’s back.

Jungwon was getting close, the way his hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed tight.

“Close so soon?” You tried to tease, but immediately regretted it when Jungwon thrusted particularly hard into you, “Let me finish on top.”

He shook his head, “No baby, have to make up for making you upset. Let me do the work, you just lay here like the good girl you are.”

With words like that, how could you resist being a pillow princess right now? Jungwon wrapped your leg around his waist, moving his hand to rub your clit as he fucked into you with more passion.

“Your cunt feels so good, y/n,” He moaned into your ear, “Nobody could take my cock the way you do.”

Instead of coming up with a reply to Jungwon, you just grinded back onto his hips, helping yourself reach your own orgasm.

“Won,” You whimpered as he continued rubbing your clit in figure eights, “‘M so close.”

“Finish baby,” Jungwon kissed down your neck, “Cum on this dick, make it yours.”

You arched your back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm hit you, clenching down on Jungwon which pushed him over the edge, spilling into the condom.

Jungwon rested on his elbows as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of how fucked out you were, “Your pussy is for sure the best I’ve ever had.”

“That’s quite a compliment considering how many girls ran through you,” You teased, kissing his forehead, “But get off, you’re heavy.”

He winced as he pulled out, standing up to dispose of the condom before coming back to you.

By time he reached the room, you already cleaned up and scrolling on your phone, “Didn’t even let me clean you up.”

You just hummed in response, “Are you staying or going?”

He scoffed, pulling his joggers back on and fixing his shirt, “As if you ever let me stay, plus, I’m seeing somebody else after this.”

What an ass, you thought, rolling your eyes before turning back onto your side.

“Whatever, grab your necklace before you go.”

Jungwon visibly frowned at your nonchalant behavior, but turned to your dresser to retrieve his prized necklace.

His fingers danced over the cherry-wood box, opening the side where you normally keep your necklaces. He ran his index finger over the necklaces, stopping on a familiar one.

His eyes must be fucking with him, they had to be.

There is absolutely no way he is touching a necklace that has PSH on the clasp. A necklace that he knew was one of a kind. One that he never saw the true owner without.

“Holy shit,” He whispered, grabbing his necklace and slamming the door shut a bit too hard, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

You were too engrossed in your phone to notice, were you texting Sunghoon?

“Bye.” Jungwon bit out, trying to subside his anger as you bid your farewells.

This was fucking great.

You haven’t heard from Sunghoon or Jungwon in about a week and a half. It was quite odd seeing that Sunghoon always texted back, and Jungwon reached out first.

Every time you tried to catch their eyes at practice, they would revert on their own and focus on whatever they were doing more intensely.

Jungwon always acted like that though, and he was the one who went to see Isa after he was with you, so you’re not sure why he was upset.

Sunghoon said you were the only one he was seeing, and he always wanted to see you when your schedule allowed for it.

Did they figure out that you were– No that is impossible. There is no way they would have reason to even talk about you. Sunghoon maybe, but Jungwon? Absolutely not.

Even then, Jungwon is not the type to keep quiet about something like that.

This bothered you, but what could you do when they avoided you like the plague?

Nothing, the best thing would be to act nonchalant to see who cracks first.

And that’s what you would do.

Game on.

It was Friday night, which meant it was game night. Playoffs were tonight, and you needed to make sure you looked and did your best tonight.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, admiring the work you did. There is no way that those two can resist you tonight. From the shimmering eyeshadow to your glossy lips to the two necklaces that adorned your neck, your plan was now in motion.

The hard part would be to not look at them if they looked at you, probably harder than you imagine it to be because you face the court all night.

When the game started, you stood in front of the locker room that the team comes out of, holding your hands together as you anticipated their arrival.

As soon as you saw the doors move ever so lightly, you began your call off to the other girls that it was time.

The anger, annoyance, and the small sliver of excitement rippled through you as you stomped and shaked while the basketball team ran out on the court.

Of course, Sunghoon and Jungwon would be last to come out of the locker room, so you tried your hardest to keep your eyes forward, staring at your teammate across from you.

However, your facade almost slipped when Sunghoon glanced your way for just a second, eyeing you as you cheered for him.

You almost stumbled over yourself trying to get back to the stands after that, wanting to quickly shake such an interaction from your mind.

It was going to be a long night.

And it was a long night indeed. You had no idea that the team your school was playing had such good skill. Maybe it’s time to return back to your MaxPrep days after this.

There were a few fleeting moments of Sunghoon and Jungwon looking at you, but you only watched them out of your peripheral vision, not letting either of them have the satisfaction of you looking their way.

Instead, you would send flirty looks to another player, Jay? You think that was his name. Who cares? He was hot, plus you just wanted Jungwon and Sunghoon to give you attention.

For the remainder of the game, you focused on leading your team and hoping the two noticed you ignoring them, rather focusing on their blonde teammate.

The buzzer rang indicating that the game was over, and unlike last week, your team won by a plethora of points.

Winning this game meant your team was heading for playoffs, quite a comeback from the insane loss of last week.

You were sure the basketball team and by extension, the cheerleading team, would be out celebrating together.

Was Sunghoon or Jungwon going to be there? Shit, who cares. Maybe Jay will.

If either of them won’t give you attention, their teammate definitely will.

“y/n,” One of your teammates, Isa, came up to you as you were grabbing your cheer bag from underneath the bleachers, “Are you coming to NV?”

You shrugged, “Depends on who’s going.”

“All of the basketball team,” She purred, twirling hair around one of her manicured fingers, “Jungwon asked me to invite the girls.

Dickhead. You thought, but let the smile remain on your lips, “Sure. When are we going?”

“Now.”

“In our uniforms?” You asked, “Kind of tacky.”

Isa’s smile seemed a bit too sweet, “Well, we figured we would win, so we talked about it earlier this week. Everybody brought something to change into.”

“Must’ve missed that memo,” You rolled your eyes, knowing that it must’ve been somewhat purposeful that nobody told you, “But luckily, I have clothes in my car.”

Thank God you never cleaned your car out from that one time Sunghoon fucked you in the backseat.

“See you there,” Isa sang as you sauntered off to your vehicle.

You hummed to yourself as you threw your duffle into your trunk, not noticing the tall figure standing next to you.

A yelp left you when you did take notice, and it was none other than Park Sunghoon. He was wearing a simple white button down and jeans.

He looked good, but you didn’t want to show any interest in him, not right now anyway.

“Do you have my necklace by any chance?” He asked, eyes looking everywhere but your face, clearly nervous.

You scoffed, pulling it from underneath your cropped turtleneck, quickly unclasping it and practically throwing it at him.

He caught it, but he still stood there, “You’re not going to speak to me?”

Turning towards him, your eyebrows furrowed and stepped closer, “Just returning the fucking favor, Sunghoon.”

Now he had the audacity to roll his eyes, “Well, given what I know, it was warranted.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You threw your arms up, “Was I supposed to just text you and beg for your attention?”

“Clearly that wasn’t needed, seeing how you were eye fucking Jay,” He spat, “Who’s next? My roommate Heeseung? My fraternity brother Jake? God already knows you conquested Jungwon.”

You took a step back, trying to mask your horror of him knowing this, “Don't threaten me with a good time. I’ll make sure they leave a Google review too. You’re not my boyfriend, Sunghoon. What do you care who I fuck?”

Sunghoon’s face had a flash of hurt, “I know I’m not, y/n. But Jungwon is my friend, and you should’ve told me. I don’t know why you didn’t.”

You ran your hand down your jaw, looking down at your feet in shame, “Because Sunghoon, Jungwon and I just fuck. He is just a sneaky link, and I’m just a sneaky link to him. There’s a whole roster, and I know he doesn’t take me seriously. Same for you. We just. . . fuck, and just because you said there wasn’t anybody else doesn’t mean that’s entirely true.”

A sigh left Sunghoon’s lips, “y/n, I like you. I think you’re great, and I thought I made that clear.”

“But you didn’t,” You felt your heart contracting, as if it were tightening up, “You only came over to fuck, and I begged you to stay. Every time. Which is fine, that’s what we did, so don’t try to make me feel bad for fucking your friend because I don’t feel bad.”

“I let you wear my necklace, that’s clearly meaningful. I’m never without it, so sorry I didn’t stay the night, but I showed it in other ways.”

“God,” You laughed at him pathetically, “You sound even more delusional than your friend. You like me so much to fuck me and let me wear your necklace, but don’t stay the night. At least Jungwon was semi-realistic.”

“Oh so now you’re comparing us?” Sunghoon laughed, squeezing his jaw, “Who’s better then, huh?”

“Don’t.” You spat, slamming the trunk of your car closed, “Your ego is already fucking bruised.”

Sunghoon moved closer to you, “Oh, you think Jungwon’s better then, huh? He makes you squirt all on his dick and into an incoherent mess?”

“Well—no,” You began, breath hitching as Sunghoon continued to move closer, “But he does things better than you do.”

“Like what?” His hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you close to him, “Tell me so I can show you how much better than I am.”

“That’s not being a good friend,” You whisper, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, “But he is a way better kisser than you.”

Sunghoon closed the gap between you two, his plush lips warm against your own. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck, gently biting down on his lip to push your tongue into his mouth.

He moved his hands to your thighs, fingers dancing over the hem of your cheer skirt. They slowly began to creep underneath the thin material, making you shiver at the contact.

“Starting without me?” Somebody interjected, causing the two of you to pull away.

Your face became hot when you saw Jungwon standing there, a wide grin and arms crossed.

“Don’t be embarrassed now,” He continued, “Sunghoon just can’t seem to accept the fact that I had you first and I’m better.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “In your dreams.”

“Tell him,” Jungwon motioned towards you, “Tell him how I make you whine.”

“Um,” You bit your lip, “Actually, I’m the one who makes you whine.”

It was Jungwon’s turn to blush as Sunghoon let out a very loud cackle, “That’s great, but I’m still better.”

“I think we should let y/n decide,” Jungwon shrugged, trying to take the heat off him, “y/n?”

You pondered for a few moments, trying to piece together what exactly he’s asking, “Like. . . now?”

“Not here,” Jungwon giggled, “But maybe your place?”

The heat between your legs seems to be unbearable, fucking Jungwon and Sunghoon? Did you die and go to heaven?

“Yeah,” You nodded almost too enthusiastically, “But what about NV?”

“What about it?” Sunghoon asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “Let’s go, angel.”

You slid into the driver’s seat, waiting for the two boys to get in the car. You felt like you were shaking the entire ride home, with excitement and nerves.

There’s a lot of things you’ve done, but a threesome? Never.

The two boys were silent, probably feeling the same nerves of anticipation that you were.

Pulling into your driveway, you shakily put your car in park and practically ran up the slope to your front door.

Your grip on the keys were tight, trying to not drop them. When you heard the soft click, you pushed the door open and the rep followed in behind you.

Kicking your shoes off, you turned around to face Jungwon and Sunghoon. You bit your lip, waiting for one of them to say or do something, anything.

“Um,” Sunghoon coughed, “So?”

Jungwon busted out in laughter, ignoring the glare Sunghoon shot at him, “You never had a threesome before?”

You and Sunghoon both shook your heads no, causing Jungwon to step forward and wrap an arm around your waist, “Well, I’ll show you how to do this, Hoon.”

Jungwon looked down at you, a glint in his eyes as you leaned in closer. You could feel his breath fanning across your lips, gently pressing his lips onto yours.

The kiss started off gently, hands gripping your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. Jungwon’s fingers delicately slipped underneath your top, grazing your back. As he bit your lower lip gently, Jungwon pushed his tongue into your mouth as you felt a presence behind you.

Sunghoon pressed himself into your back, hands dancing underneath your skirt. Jungwon’s kiss got more feverish, fingers moving to the front of your top. His thumbs circling your nipples over your sports bra, eliciting a moan from you.

Jungwon pulled away from you, forcing you to turn and face Sunghoon now, who looked like he wanted to devour you.

His lips crashed against yours, replacing his hands back under your skirt and resting on your ass. You pushed into his hold, moaning into his mouth when Jungwon’s nimble fingers found their way underneath your sports bra.

You whimpered when Jungwon pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as Sunghoon squeezed your ass. The safety shorts you wore under your skirt felt uncomfortable as they cling to your thighs the more wet you got.

Sunghoon pulls your shorts down, waiting for you to kick them off your feet before he slides his hands between your thighs to your cunt. He dragged his fingers between your folds, circling your clit to elicit a moan from you.

You gripped his forearm and leaned back into Jungwon, who was still playing with your tits.

Jungwon leaned down, placing kisses and hickies along your neck. You exhaled roughly through your nostrils when Sunghoon slipped a finger into you.

The two men found a rhythm between themselves, Sunghoon pumping his lithe fingers in and out of your cunt while Jungwon used one hand to pinch your nipples, the other rubbing your clit.

Your knees went weak minutes ago, pressing your weight between the two boys and making borderline pornographic noises. Sunghoon smirked at you, picking the pace of his movements up and Jungwon made slow figure eights on your clit.

Pressure rose in your stomach, the familiar knot beginning to form and Sunghoon noticed, watching how your thighs spasmed.

He picked up the pace of his fingers, leaning in to attach his lips to one of your nipples and suck harshly.

A string of moans escaped from your lips, one hand wrapping around Jungwon to grip his forearm and the other on Sunghoon’s back.

You tighten your thighs around Sunghoon’s hand as you reach your orgasm. His lips muffled the borderline scream that left you.

It took you a few ragged breaths to untangle yourself from this awkward position, Sunghoon pulling his fingers out of your cunt and into his mouth.

Fuck, he’s so hot. You felt like you could go again.

“I need to fuck you, like now.” Sunghoon said, interrupting your train of thought, pulling away from you momentarily.

Jungwon unattached himself as well, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and somewhere in your living room.

You followed suit, pushing the rest of your sports bra up and over, keeping your eyes on the two men in front of you.

Sunghoon pulled his sweats off, no underwear, slut. The tip of his dick red and leaking precum already.

He grabbed you by your waist, bringing you to sit on his lap when he settled onto your couch.

“How should we do this?” Sunghoon asked, looking at Jungwon, then at you.

You shrugged while Jungwon tapped on his chin thoughtfully.

“Have her ride you in reverse so I can get a taste of that sweet cunt,” Jungwon purred, winking at you when he noticed your flustered look.

Sunghoon kisses your shoulder before effortly turning you around, “You heard him, angel.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of Sunghoon’s cock, stroking it a few times before pushing the head into your heat.

His head rested against the couch as you slowly sunk down, your walls clenching at the stretch that was painfully delicious.

It took a few minutes for you to adjust, laying your back against Sunghoon’s chest. His lips dance against the nape of your neck.

Jungwon’s fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs and he brought himself closer to you.

Sunghoon’s hands gripping your waist in a way that you were sure would leave bruises as he started to move you on his dick.

A string of moans left your lips as his thick cock split you open. Jungwon waited before you adjusted before he finally put his lips on your clit.

Your hands tangled in Jungwon’s hair as Sunghoon continued fucking you, causing your clit to hit Jungwon’s nose.

Whimpers left the younger boy’s lips as he ate you out with vigor, pushing you closer to your peak.

“You feel so good around me, y/n,” Sunghoon groaned, “It’s like this pussy was made for me.”

You were too fucked out to even come up with a coherent response, letting out a whimper and clenching around Sunghoon’s dick.

Jungwon continued eating you out, slipping his tongue into your cunt alongside Sunghoon. The grip you had on his hair was probably painful, but if it was, Jungwon didn’t seem to mind.

“Isn’t Wonnie so nice to help me fuck you into oblivion baby?” Sunghoon whispered, “Go on, show him how I make you finish.”

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut when Sunghoon practically slammed you back on his tongue as Jungwon’s tongue deliciously pushed into you.

A familiar coil in your stomach began to come undone, whimpers and moans leaving your lips as you let both men use you.

Jungwon pulled his tongue out as your cunt forced Sunghoon out, liquid spraying all over your thighs and Jungwon’s face.

“You ever make her do that?” Sunghoon smirked at the younger boy, pushing back into you.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, but a glint of pleasantries were in his eyes, “y/n, baby, can I fuck your throat?”

A chuckle escaped both their lips as you desperately nodded, tongue out waiting for him.

Hurriedly, he pushed his shorts and boxers down, pressing the head of his dick against your tongue.

You swiped over the tip quickly, eyes rolling back as precum seeped into your mouth.

“Such a doll,” Jungwon groaned, pushing his dick further into your mouth, “Choke on it baby.”

His head hit the back of your throat bluntly, causing your eyes to water as he started to thrust into it.

You used a hand to wrap around the base of his dick as Sunghoon began to thrust up into you again.

Both men found a rhythm of fucking you, muffled noises leaving your mouth as you took Jungwon.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon’s head fell back against the couch, “I’m so fucking close.”

You pulled off of Jungwon, the younger boy whining from the loss of contact, but you paid him no mind.

Your watery eyes locked with Sunghoon, leaning in to whisper, “Finish in me.”

Sunghoon’s eyes rolled back as he began to fuck into you with even more vigor, you going back to Jungwon’s dick.

The younger’s hand coming to the back of your head to push you flush against his pelvic bone, spurts of cum shooting down your throat.

You swallowed all you could, some dribbling down the side of your mouth as you pulled off with a wet pop.

Jungwon tsk’d, wiping it up before shoving his thumb into your mouth, “What a shame, normally you take it all, baby.”

You wrapped your own hand around his wrist, continuing to suck on his finger as Sunghoon’s cum filled you to the brim.

A squeal left your lips as your orgasam approached, thighs shaking and feeling such a pleasure of ecstasy.

The room was silent for a few minutes, jagged breathing heard from all three of you as you processed what just happened.

Sunghoon whimpered from the overstimulation of you on his dick, gently lifting you up as he pulled his dick out. You felt empty with the loss of contact, but laid against the arm of the couch as you recovered from an intense orgasm.

“So,” Jungwon was the first to speak, “Since I didn’t get to fuck you, I believe that this experiment is inconclusive, and we should test it again.”

Your eyes widened as a laugh escaped you, looking at Sunghoon.

“You’re so on.”

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Hi love 🩷 could you do prompts 3 and 9 with niki? lots of love to you, pretty 🎀🫧

P: Nishimura Ni-ki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Minor Angst, Teasing, Established Relationship

Synopsis: Dating your best friend’s brother was never part of the plan—but falling for Ni-ki happened so naturally that keeping it a secret felt like the only option. You both knew the truth could change everything, so instead, you hid in plain sight. But as guilt starts creeping in, it becomes harder to pretend and now the weight of the lie strains your relationship.

a/n: ramadan mubarak to my muslim friends <3

3. "You’re playing with fire, and I’m willing to burn." 9. "Tell me you want me, and I’ll make sure you never doubt it again."

"Please be my girlfriend."

Those were the words Ni-ki had nervously uttered to you months ago when his sister—your best friend—had left the living room to get ready for a party you were both going to. It had been spontaneous, the kind of confession that seemed to slip out before he could stop himself. His face had been flushed, his hands fidgeting in his lap, and for a moment, he looked so ready to be rejected that it almost hurt to see.

But you had said yes.

And just like that, he had brightened up, his expression shifting from pure anxiety to something so radiant it almost felt unreal. Like a flower finally blooming after waiting for the right season. After years of pining and stolen glances that neither of you had dared to acknowledge, the feelings had been reciprocated all along. You were his girlfriend. He was your boyfriend.

Everything should have been perfect.

But there was one problem.

One small mishap.

His sister.

So you and Ni-ki never told her.

It wasn’t like you had planned to hide it. It just... happened. There was always something, some reason that seemed too small at the time to mention. Neither of you were ready for her reaction, for the inevitable questions, the teasing that would come, and, most of all, the worry you both knew would bubble up. She was your best friend, after all, and her protective nature would kick in the moment she found out her brother was no longer just little Ni-ki but your boyfriend.

But now, weeks had passed. And still, you hadn’t said a word.

Every time she asked about your plans—Ni-ki was there, of course. Always a few steps behind, smiling like the two of you shared some kind of inside joke. But neither of you ever mentioned the fact that you were dating, and that silence between the three of you had started to feel heavier.

It was getting harder to keep up the charade. You would catch Ni-ki’s gaze from across the room, and he would give you that familiar, half-smile that made your heart flutter, but you both knew what you were doing.

And as time passed, you wondered if it was getting too late to tell her.

You tried convincing yourself that it wasn’t that bad. It shouldn’t be so bad. After all, Ni-ki was a wonderful boyfriend. With you, he was soft, sweet, and even cuddly—a far cry from the cool, nonchalant side he showed the rest of the world, the one his sister loved to tease him about. In the past, his sister would drag you into their playful teasing, making fun of Ni-ki's quirks and how much he secretly cared about everything, despite pretending not to.

And usually, when she did try to drag you into the teasing, you would brush it off with a laugh, a playful smile, pretending it didn’t bother you. But ever since you and Ni-ki had become a couple, things had shifted. Now, you found yourself joining in, teasing him right alongside her, sharing that familiar banter, and it felt... good.

But you knew that by now, he would be quietly plotting his revenge for after. You could see it in his eyes, the glint that meant he would get you back for all the teasing. And when you were alone, he always did—without fail. His sweet, cuddly side would vanish, replaced by a mischievous smirk, and you'd end up laughing (or complaining) as he retaliated in the most ridiculous, often playful, ways.

You loved that side of him.

When you were all younger, Ni-ki would always act like you had girl cooties or something. He would bolt the moment his sister and you came together, locking himself in his bedroom like you were some sort of threat. It became a routine, almost a game, and you would just roll your eyes, laughing with his sister about how dramatic he was. But there was something almost endearing about it.

Then, as soon as his sister would leave the room to grab you both some snacks, Ni-ki would sneak back in like a little spy, his eyes wide and nervous, almost like he had no idea what he was doing. He’d give you a shy, barely audible compliment, his face turning pink with embarrassment, then like a startled rabbit, he’d flee the moment he thought his sister might come back.

Those moments had always been cute to you, a little bittersweet even, as you realized that beneath his teasing and reluctance, he was probably feeling what you had been feeling all along. It was a secret between the two of you, but you never spoke about it, and you never pushed him.

Fast forward to now, and it seemed like history wasn’t changing all that much. When his sister brought you home after school, Ni-ki would still dart straight to his room, as if it was instinct. But the moment you were alone, he’d come. And this time, instead of just a compliment, he’d add a kiss and a hug—soft and hesitant at first, but the more you were together, the more comfortable he became with it.

The Ni-ki who used to be too shy to even look at you for more than a few seconds was now the Ni-ki who wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

It made your heart flutter every time.

One afternoon, after school had let out, you found yourself walking into his house again, this time with his sister. She led the way to her room, leaving you alone for a moment. You made your way to the kitchen, your stomach growling slightly as you thought about grabbing a snack. The house was quieter than usual, a soft hum of the fridge and distant footsteps echoing through the walls.

But when you stepped into the kitchen, you froze.

There, standing with his back turned to you, was Ni-ki.

He was leaning against the counter, casually sipping from a water bottle, but the second you stepped into the room, he froze too. His head snapped toward you, and for a split second, you caught a glimpse of his surprised expression before he quickly masked it with a nonchalant smile.

"Didn't hear you come in," he said, his voice almost too casual, a little too smooth, as if he was trying to convince both you and himself that nothing was out of the ordinary.

You raised an eyebrow, taking a slow step forward, not wanting to let on how much your heart was suddenly racing. "You look like you're hiding something."

Ni-ki chuckled softly, the sound a little nervous. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly not quite sure how to handle the situation. "I'm not hiding anything. Just getting some water."

You couldn’t help but grin, noticing the faint blush creeping across his cheeks. It was always adorable how easy it was to get him flustered, even after everything.

"Really?" you teased, walking closer until you were just a few feet away from him. "Because it looks like you're waiting for someone."

His gaze flickered to the floor, then back up to meet yours, and that mischievous smile returned. "Maybe I am."

It was hard to ignore how his words made your chest tighten with warmth. You had always loved the easy, playful nature of your relationship, but moments like this, when it felt like you were on the edge of something more, always left you wondering if you were getting too comfortable in your secrecy.

Ni-ki stepped closer, almost imperceptibly, closing the space between you just a little. "You want something?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes twinkling with that playful mischief.

You grinned, leaning in just a bit too, closing the last bit of space between you two. "I don’t know, maybe you should make me something," you teased, your voice sweet but laced with that challenging tone he knew so well.

Ni-ki smirked, leaning in slightly. "Oh, I’m sure I could," he replied, his voice dropping even lower, almost a whisper. "But I think you're just trying to get me to do all the work."

You raised an eyebrow, a glint of mischief in your own eyes. "Maybe I like watching you work."

Ni-ki let out a soft chuckle, his gaze darkening, and for a moment, it felt like everything had slowed down. He took another step closer, his hand reaching out as if to grab your waist, but just as he did, you slipped away from him with a sly grin.

"Not today, Niki," you teased, making a quick dash toward the fridge.

He groaned playfully, but his eyes never left you as you quickly opened the fridge door, leaning slightly forward to grab a drink. The way your body bent and the curve of your back made Ni-ki’s breath catch for a moment.

And then, he was there—right behind you.

You barely had a second to process it before his tall frame leaned over your shoulder, his chest brushing against your back as he placed his hands on either side of the fridge door, trapping you in the small space between him and the cool metal.

"Got you," he murmured, his voice laced with playful triumph.

You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His closeness, his body pressing into yours—it was enough to make your pulse quicken. But even then, you couldn’t help but laugh, your voice light and teasing. "You think you have me?"

His lips hovered dangerously close to your ear. "I know I do."

Before you could say anything else, Ni-ki leaned even closer, his hand brushing against your waist, pulling you back just enough to make you feel his warmth against your skin. But just as his fingers lightly grazed your side, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh and tilt your head to the side, slipping out of his grasp again.

"You’re gonna have to try harder than that," you said, your voice breathy with the thrill of the game.

Ni-ki smirked, his eyes sparkling with the challenge. But then, without warning, he surprised you.

In one swift motion, he was right behind you again, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him so suddenly that you barely had time to react. Before you could even catch your breath, his lips were on your neck, warm and soft as they grazed the skin just below your ear.

You gasped, feeling the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine. His lips moved lower, trailing gentle kisses along the curve of your neck and over your shoulder, each one more deliberate than the last, each one making your heart race even faster.

"Got you," Ni-ki whispered, his voice low and husky, a playful yet possessive edge to it.

You leaned back into him, your heart pounding against your chest as you closed your eyes for a moment, letting the sensation of his touch overwhelm you. You could feel his pulse against your back, the way he tightened his grip just enough to remind you that he was completely in control in this moment.

But, true to form, you weren’t going to let him have the upper hand. With a smirk, you tilted your head slightly, teasing him as you felt his lips linger on your skin. "I didn’t know you were such a smooth talker," you whispered, trying to regain your balance in the game, though your voice betrayed you, shaky and full of anticipation.

Ni-ki’s laugh rumbled low against your ear, and he pressed another kiss to your shoulder, a little longer this time. "I’m full of surprises," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you with that same mischievous glint in his eyes.

Just as you were about to fire back with another teasing remark, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs made both of you freeze.

In an instant, Ni-ki pulled back, his hands leaving your waist as if they had never been there in the first place. You stepped away just as quickly, looking at your drink from the fridge and pretending to inspect the label as if your heart wasn’t still racing.

Ni-ki, ever the actor, leaned casually against the counter, taking another sip from his water bottle like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just had his lips on your skin seconds ago.

His sister appeared in the doorway, completely oblivious to the moment she had just unknowingly interrupted. "Oh, you’re in here," she said, looking at you before glancing at Ni-ki, narrowing her eyes slightly. "What are you doing here?"

Ni-ki scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I live here?" he deadpanned, acting completely unbothered.

His sister gave him a look, clearly unimpressed. "Yeah, but you always hide in your room the second I bring her over," she pointed out, motioning toward you.

Your grip on the drink tightened slightly as you forced yourself to act normal, offering her an innocent shrug. "Maybe he’s finally realized we’re fun to be around."

Ni-ki snorted, shaking his head. "Doubt it."

You shot him a glare at his quick response, and he met your gaze with a barely concealed smirk, as if daring you to react. He was still playing the game, even now.

His sister sighed, muttering something under her breath about him being annoying before grabbing a snack from the counter. "Anyway, come on," she said, turning to you. "Let’s go to my room before he ruins the vibe."

You nodded, but as you turned to follow her out, you felt it—a quick, sneaky tug at the hem of your shirt, glancing over your shoulder you watched Ni-ki give you one last, knowing smirk before turning his attention back to his drink.

You and Ni-ki regularly went on dates alone, sneaking away from the watchful eyes of his sister and anyone else who might question why you two spent so much time together. Whether it was at your house, where you could finally act like a real couple without fear of being caught, or out in the city where you wandered without a real destination, those moments were yours—and yours alone.

But what you loved the most were the late-night adventures, the times when the world felt quieter, and it was just the two of you. There was something about being outside together after dark, the cool night air wrapping around you as you walked aimlessly, hands brushing but never quite holding in public.

Sometimes, you’d end up at a convenience store, grabbing snacks and daring each other to try the weirdest drinks you could find. Other times, you’d find yourselves at a park, where the swings sat empty, waiting for you both. That’s where the real fun began—challenging each other to see who could swing the highest, laughing breathlessly as the wind rushed past your faces.

You loved those moments.

But then you noticed the shift almost immediately.

Ni-ki had always been good at sneaking around, at making sure no one caught onto your secret. But lately, his sister had started to catch on—questioning why he was out so late, why he always seemed to disappear right after school, why he tiptoed into the house like he was hiding something.

The night everything changed, he had stayed at your place later than usual. It hadn’t been intentional—you had just fallen asleep on him, curled up so peacefully that he couldn’t bear to wake you. So he stayed, just for a little while longer, holding you in his arms, savoring the warmth of having you so close.

But “a little while longer” turned into hours, and by the time he finally forced himself to leave, it was too late. His sister caught him sneaking in and wasted no time telling their parents.

And just like that, he was grounded. No more late-night outings. No more sneaking over to your place. No more swinging at the park, or wandering through empty streets just because you could.

At first, you told yourself it was fine. It was just temporary.

But as the days passed, doubt started to creep in.

You wanted a relationship where you could be with Ni-ki whenever you wanted, where you could hug him freely, kiss him without hesitation, cuddle up next to him without fear of being caught. You wanted to go on dates when you wanted—not when it was convenient, not when no one was looking, but when you felt like it.

And now, because of his sister—because of this one small mishap—everything you had built with Ni-ki felt like it was slipping through your fingers.

You didn’t want to admit it.

But for the first time since he nervously asked you to be his girlfriend, you were beginning to wonder if keeping your relationship a secret had been a mistake.

The weight of it all settled in your chest, heavy and suffocating.

At first, you and Ni-ki tried to make it work. You’d see each other briefly at school, sneaking small moments when no one was paying attention. A lingering touch when you passed each other in the hallways, a stolen glance across the classroom, a hushed conversation in the few seconds you had alone.

But it wasn’t enough.

You missed him.

You missed the late-night adventures, the feel of having him next to you, the freedom of just being with him without worrying about who was watching. You missed the way he’d laugh with you, the way he’d complain when you beat him at your little competitions, the way he’d pull you close when no one else was around.

Now, every interaction felt rushed, stolen, like something that could be taken away at any moment. And the worst part? You could see it in Ni-ki too.

He was trying so hard to act like everything was fine. He’d flash you his usual smirk, make his usual teasing remarks, but you could tell it wasn’t the same. His hands twitched like he wanted to reach for you but couldn’t. His eyes lingered on you longer, like he was memorizing you in case he didn’t get another chance.

It was frustrating.

It was unfair.

And most of all, it hurt.

One afternoon, when you finally got a rare moment alone, you let out a frustrated sigh, crossing your arms. "This isn’t a relationship, Ni-ki," you muttered, hating how bitter your voice sounded.

He blinked, caught off guard by your sudden words. "What do you mean?"

You sighed again, shaking your head. "I mean this—us. Sneaking around, barely seeing each other, acting like we don’t exist to each other when other people are around. This isn’t what I wanted."

Something in his expression shifted, like the reality of your words was finally sinking in. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, struggling to find the right thing to say.

"I know," he admitted quietly. "I hate it too."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" you asked, looking at him, hoping he had some kind of answer.

For a moment, he was silent. Then, after what felt like forever, he took a deep breath, his jaw tightening as he looked at you.

"We tell her," he said. "We tell my sister the truth."

You shook your head almost instantly. “Ni-ki, no,” you said, voice tight. “You don’t understand—if we tell her, everything changes.”

His brows furrowed. “Isn’t that the point? So we don’t have to sneak around anymore?”

“No.” You let out a shaky sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Ni-ki, I don’t want to see how she reacts. I don’t want to see her look at me differently because I’m dating you, her brother. What if she gets mad? What if she feels betrayed? What if she hates me for not telling her sooner?” Your voice wavered, and you hated how insecure you sounded, but it was the truth.

You looked down, biting your lip. “I don’t want to lose her as my friend,” you admitted. “And I don’t want to lose you as my boyfriend.”

Ni-ki’s face softened, his expression shifting from determination to understanding. “Hey, hey.” His voice was gentle now as he stepped closer, hands hesitating before reaching for yours. “That’s not gonna happen.”

But you weren’t convinced. “You don’t know that.”

He sighed, squeezing your hands. “No, I don’t,” he admitted, “but I know us. I know she’s important to you. I know you’re important to me. And I know that sneaking around like this isn’t fair to either of us.”

You wanted to believe him. You really did. But the what-ifs clouded your mind, filling you with doubt and fear.

Your breathing hitched, and Ni-ki noticed immediately.

Without another word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight.

You stiffened at first, but the second his warmth enveloped you, the second the familiar scent of his cologne surrounded you, the tension in your body slowly melted away.

His hand ran soothingly up and down your back, his chin resting on top of your head. “Just breathe,” he murmured, his voice calm and steady.

And for the first time since this whole thing started, you did.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax against him, focusing on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the comfort of his embrace.

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in Ni-ki’s warmth, his arms around you like a shield against the overwhelming thoughts racing in your mind.

Eventually, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still resting on your waist. “I don’t want to lose you either,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “But keeping this a secret forever isn’t fair to you. Or me.”

He was right, and you knew it. This wasn’t sustainable. You couldn’t keep hiding, couldn’t keep pretending you weren’t together whenever his sister was around. It was exhausting.

But still—

“What if she gets mad?” you whispered, your biggest fear spilling out into the open. “What if she stops being my friend?”

Ni-ki sighed, pressing his forehead gently against yours. “Then I’ll deal with it,” he promised. “It’s not just on you. It’s on me too.”

You closed your eyes, exhaling shakily. “I just don’t want to lose everything,” you admitted.

“You won’t.” His fingers tightened slightly around your waist. “I’ll make sure of it.”

For a moment, you let yourself believe him. Let yourself sink into the comfort of his presence, the certainty in his voice.

Then, he pulled back slightly, a small smirk creeping onto his lips. “Besides, you’re way more likable than me. If she’s mad at anyone, it’ll probably be me.”

Despite everything, you let out a small laugh, swatting his arm lightly. “That’s not true.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Because I distinctly remember her saying to me, ‘I don’t know how our family ended up with you, but at least I have her as a best friend.’”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “Okay, maybe a little true.”

He grinned. “See? If anyone’s doomed, it’s me.”

His lightheartedness made the weight on your chest feel a little lighter. He always had that effect on you.

You sighed, biting your lip. “Okay,” you finally said. “Let’s tell her.”

His eyes brightened, as if he hadn’t fully expected you to agree. “Really?”

You nodded, still a little nervous, but willing to take the risk. “Yeah. You’re right. We can’t keep this up forever.”

Ni-ki’s grin grew wider, and before you could react, he hugged you again, lifting you slightly off the ground in excitement.

“Finally,” he murmured against your shoulder. “I can finally call you mine without hiding it.”

You had agreed to tell his sister, but that didn’t mean it was going to be easy.

“When do we do it?” you asked, your fingers still loosely holding onto the fabric of his hoodie.

Ni-ki tilted his head, thinking. “Tonight?”

Your eyes widened. “Tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, if we wait too long, we’ll just keep overthinking it.”

You hesitated. He had a point—you could already feel yourself second-guessing everything. If you didn’t tell her soon, you’d find excuses to delay it again and again.

Still, the thought of sitting his sister down, confessing everything, and waiting for her reaction made your stomach twist.

“What if she flips out?” you murmured, your nerves creeping back in.

Ni-ki sighed, reaching down to take your hands in his. “Then she flips out,” he said simply. “But at least we’ll finally know instead of driving ourselves crazy wondering.”

You took a deep breath, nodding slowly. “Okay. Tonight.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, but there was something else in his eyes too—pride.

Just then, footsteps echoed down the hall. Both of you froze, the moment instantly shattering as his sister’s voice rang out.

“Where’d you go?”

Ni-ki stepped back quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets as you turned to grab a random snack from the counter, trying to act as casual as possible.

His sister appeared in the doorway, glancing between the two of you suspiciously. “What are you guys doing?”

“Uh—” Ni-ki started, but you cut in before he could make things worse.

“Just grabbing something to eat.” You held up the snack in your hand as proof, flashing a forced smile.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she wasn’t completely convinced, but after a moment, she just shrugged. “Okay… well, hurry up. I wanted to show you something in my room.”

She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the two of you standing in the kitchen, tension still thick in the air.

You let out a shaky breath. “That was close.”

Ni-ki smirked slightly. “You panicked so hard you grabbed croutons.”

You glanced down at the bag in your hand, realizing with horror that he was right. “Oh my god.”

He snickered. “Adorable.”

You shot him a glare, but before you could retort, he leaned in quickly, pressing a small kiss to your temple.

“Tonight,” he whispered.

And just like that, your nerves were back.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of overthinking.

You tried your best to act normal while hanging out with Ni-ki’s sister, but your mind kept drifting back to what was coming later. Every time she laughed or excitedly shared something with you, guilt gnawed at your chest. She had no idea what you were about to tell her—no idea that things between you and her brother had changed months ago.

And worst of all, you still didn’t know how she was going to react.

Ni-ki had texted you a simple "Don't overthink. It'll be fine." But that was easier said than done.

By the time evening rolled around, your nerves were completely shot. You had gone home for a bit, needing time to prepare yourself, but now you were back, standing outside Ni-ki’s house, staring at the front door like it was some kind of enemy.

Taking a deep breath, you texted Ni-ki that you were outside.

A moment later, Ni-ki opened the door, giving you a small smile. “You ready?”

“Not at all,” you muttered.

He huffed out a quiet laugh but didn’t tease you like he usually would. Instead, he reached out, taking your hand in his and squeezing gently.

You squeezed back.

Then, with another deep breath, you stepped inside.

His sister was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when she saw you and grinned. “Hey! You’re back. We were just about to—”

She paused, her eyes flickering between you and Ni-ki, who had let go of your hand the second you walked in. Slowly, she sat up straighter, her expression shifting into something more observant.

“…What’s going on?”

Your heart pounded.

Ni-ki cleared his throat. “So… we need to tell you something.”

Silence.

Then, her eyes narrowed. “What did you do?” she asked, pointing at Ni-ki.

Despite the tension, you almost laughed.

“Why do you assume it’s me?” he asked, looking mildly offended.

“Because it usually is you.”

Ni-ki rolled his eyes. “Okay, fair, but this time it’s both of us.”

His sister squinted at the two of you, suspicion written all over her face. “Both of you?” she repeated slowly. “Okay, now I have to know.”

She sat up straighter, tapping her fingers against her chin as she thought. Then, her eyes lit up.

“Oh! Did you guys get caught sneaking out somewhere?”

“No,” you said quickly.

“Did you flunk a test and make a secret pact to never tell anyone?”

Ni-ki scoffed. “What kind of dumb guess is that?”

She ignored him. “Wait, wait—did you guys accidentally break something of mine? My makeup? My headphones? My hoodie?!”

“For the last time,” Ni-ki groaned, “I did not steal your hoodie.”

She crossed her arms. “That’s exactly what someone who stole my hoodie would say.”

You stifled a laugh as Ni-ki ran a hand down his face in frustration.

His sister gasped. “Oh my god. Did you guys join a secret underground club or something?”

Ni-ki groaned dramatically. “No.”

“Then what is it?!” she demanded, growing impatient.

Ni-ki let out a long sigh before suddenly reaching for you. Before you could react, he pulled you closer, leaning in, his arm slipping around your waist.

Your body reacted on instinct, naturally leaning into him like you had done so many times before. It was familiar. Comfortable.

His sister blinked. Then, slowly, her eyes widened.

“No way.”

Ni-ki smirked. “Finally.”

She pointed at the two of you, her mouth opening and closing like she was struggling to process what she was seeing. “You mean to tell me—this whole time—you two have been—”

“Dating?” Ni-ki finished for her, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah.”

Silence.

Then—

“WHAT?!”

His sister shot up from the couch so fast that you swore she almost lost her balance. “You’re joking.”

You and Ni-ki didn’t say anything, just watching as she processed the news in real-time. Her eyes flickered between you both, her mouth still slightly open.

“You’re joking, right?” she repeated, pointing at Ni-ki. “This is a prank, isn’t it? There’s no way—”

Ni-ki rolled his eyes. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t know! You always look like you’re up to something!”

Fair point.

You shifted nervously under her intense gaze, and Ni-ki must’ve noticed because he gave your waist a reassuring squeeze.

Finally, she let out a loud groan and flopped back onto the couch. “This is insane.”

Ni-ki scoffed. “Why?”

“Because!” She threw her hands up. “I knew something was weird! You started sneaking around, leaving late at night, disappearing when I wasn’t looking—” She turned to you. “And you! You were acting all weird too!”

You winced. “I didn’t mean to.”

She sighed dramatically, running a hand through her hair. “So, how long?”

You hesitated before saying, “A few months.”

She gasped, looking personally offended. “MONTHS?!”

Ni-ki smirked. “Surprise?”

She shot him a glare. “You better not be smug about this.”

“I’m not,” he lied.

She groaned again before finally leaning back against the couch, looking at the two of you properly now.

“…Okay,” she muttered. “Okay. I can’t believe this, but okay.”

You and Ni-ki exchanged a glance. “So… you’re not mad?” you asked cautiously.

She exhaled, crossing her arms. “I mean, I should be, considering you two have been lying to me for months, but…” She trailed off before sighing again. “Honestly? I’m just shocked.”

Ni-ki grinned. “So you approve?”

She shot him a look. “Don’t push it.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, and Ni-ki gave you a knowing smile.

His sister stared at you both for a few more seconds before shaking her head, muttering, “This is so weird.”

Then, she pointed at Ni-ki. “But if you ever hurt my best friend, I will make your life miserable.”

Ni-ki scoffed. “You already do.”

She smirked. “Exactly.”

You had done it.

After months of sneaking around, stolen glances, and hushed conversations, you and Ni-ki had finally told the truth. And now, for the first time, you could be together without the fear of being caught hanging over your heads.

Which meant moments like this—cuddled up in his room, wrapped in his blankets, watching a movie—felt even better.

Ni-ki’s arm was draped lazily around you, his fingers occasionally tracing absentminded patterns against your back. Your head rested against his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath he took. The sound of the movie played in the background, but neither of you were really paying attention.

You sighed contently, snuggling deeper into him. “This is nice.”

Ni-ki hummed, shifting slightly to pull you closer. “Mmm. We should’ve told her sooner.”

You let out a small laugh, tilting your head to look up at him. “You should’ve told her sooner.”

He scoffed. “Excuse me? You were the one who kept freaking out over it.”

You playfully poked his side, making him flinch. “And for good reason! What if she hadn’t taken it well?”

He rolled his eyes but softened almost immediately as he looked at you. “Yeah, but she did,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And now we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

You smiled, letting your eyes flutter shut as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Now,” he said, shifting under the blankets, “are we actually gonna watch this movie, or should I just turn it off and kiss you instead?”

You laughed, swatting at his chest. “Let’s at least pretend to watch it.”

Ni-ki sighed dramatically but didn’t argue, instead tightening his arms around you and letting you settle against him once more.

Just as you were getting comfortable, the door suddenly swung open.

"Alright, lovebirds, here’s your dumb—Ew!" Ni-ki’s sister fake-gagged, dramatically covering her eyes as she stepped into the room. "Are you serious right now?"

You lifted your head just in time to see a bag of chips flying toward you. You barely caught it before it smacked you in the face.

"Thanks," you said, amused.

Ni-ki, on the other hand, groaned. "Could you knock next time?"

His sister ignored him, arms crossed as she gave him a sharp look. "I swear, Ni-ki, if you ever hurt them or act like an ass, I will personally make your life a nightmare."

Ni-ki rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I get it."

She narrowed her eyes. "Do you, though?"

"I do," he deadpanned. "Loud and clear. Now, can you leave?"

With one last suspicious glare, she huffed and spun on her heel, walking out of the room while muttering something about "annoying brothers." The door clicked shut behind her.

You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Ni-ki. "She really doesn’t trust you, huh?"

Ni-ki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Apparently not."

You studied him for a moment, then hesitated before asking softly, "Would you ever?"

His brows furrowed. "Would I ever what?"

You swallowed, shifting slightly against his chest. "Would you ever hurt me?"

His expression immediately softened, and without hesitation, he cupped your face gently, tilting your chin up so you’d look at him.

"Tell me you want me," he murmured, voice lower than before, "and I’ll make sure you never doubt it."

Your breath caught in your throat.

There was no hesitation in his gaze, no uncertainty. Just pure, unwavering devotion.

You felt warmth spread through your chest as you whispered, "I want you."

A slow smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down, brushing a kiss against your forehead before murmuring, "Then you have nothing to worry about." Ni-ki then leaned in, his lips nearly brushing yours, but just as he was about to kiss you, you giggled and pulled back.

"Too slow," you teased, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He smirked, trying to move closer, but you slid back, keeping just enough space between you both to make the game even more exciting. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to catch me.”

Ni-ki’s eyes narrowed with determination. “You’re not getting away this time.”

You laughed again, twisting your body just out of his grasp as he leaned in once more, trying to catch you.

He moved faster, quicker than you expected, and before you could react, he grabbed your waist, pulling you into the bed with him.

You squealed, trying to wiggle out of his grip, but his arms locked around you, holding you down gently yet firmly. "You’re playing with fire," he murmured, "and I’m willing to burn."

The movie, now forgotten, played on in the background, but neither of you were paying attention anymore. You squirmed beneath him, laughing and trying to push him off, but it was no use. Ni-ki was far too strong, and he easily maneuvered you into a position where you were the one who had no control.

"Ni-ki!" you protested, still laughing but helpless against his strength. "Get off!"

He only chuckled, his face hovering over yours as his body pressed lightly onto yours. "You sure you want me to?"

Your heart raced, both from the closeness and the playful struggle. "Yes!" you squealed, but there was no real seriousness in your voice—it was all part of the game.

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with that trademark mischief. "You’re not winning this one, you know."

With a swift move, he shifted his weight, locking your wrists beside your head and leaving you breathless beneath him. "You really think you can get away with teasing me, huh?" he whispered.

You couldn’t help but laugh even more, the sound ringing out in the quiet room. "This is cheating!"

Ni-ki leaned in closer, his lips barely touching your skin. "No, baby. It’s called winning."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and despite the fact that you were pinned beneath him, a rush of excitement shot through you. Ni-ki's body was pressed against yours, his breath warm against your skin as he hovered just inches away from your lips.

"You can't just—" You tried to protest, but your voice faltered as he leaned in even closer, brushing his nose against yours with a teasing smile.

"What's the matter?" he murmured, his lips just grazing your cheek. "Scared?"

You tilted your head, trying to escape the sweet, teasing assault of his proximity. "Not scared. Just... frustrated."

He laughed softly, a deep, knowing sound that sent a wave of heat through you. "Frustrated, huh?" He leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth, lingering just long enough to make you squirm beneath him. "Tell me what you want, then."

His words were a challenge, the promise of something more. You couldn’t resist his proximity anymore, even though you still wanted to make him work for it a little longer.

"I want you," you said, your voice low but determined, meeting his gaze with a challenge of your own.

His eyes flickered with something intense before his lips curved into a sly smile. "Good," he whispered. "You got it."

Without another word, he kissed you—hard and demanding, but full of warmth and tenderness. His grip on your wrists loosened just enough for you to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

And in that moment, you realized there was no escaping Ni-ki—not that you ever wanted to.

a/n: i wrote this while watching the Elvis movie for the 4th time..

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