#two sure 4 today mid week

[joelsrose]

chapter 4!!!! i love this story so much omggg - as always, i hope you guys enjoy xxx

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You were ecstatic—buzzing, practically vibrating with excitement as the sun crept over Jackson’s rooftops like it, too, was eager for what the day might bring.

Today was the day: Joel Miller’s first date in what was likely two decades, maybe more, and you had been the orchestrator of it all.

The entire thing had lived in your head for a week now, spinning like a little carousel of possibilities—some disastrous, some dreamy, some wildly romantic like something out of the battered books you kept stacked beside your bed.

You’d imagined a dozen outcomes: Joel arriving early with flowers (unlikely), Joel cracking a rare joke over dessert (a stretch), Joel sitting with his arms folded refusing to speak (realistic), and even one where he somehow fell instantly, hopelessly in love (a girl can dream).

But most of all, you hoped—really, truly hoped—that he’d try.

You had found someone you thought was perfect. Her name was Naomi—mid-forties, soft-spoken but sharp as a tack, with kind eyes and a laugh that could warm a cold room.

She worked with the school’s little garden co-op, loved to read mystery novels, and once told you that she’d be open to something “real” if it came along. And when you’d nervously shown her Joel’s name in your journal (complete with scribbled-out lines and notes in pink ink), she had blinked, smiled faintly, and said, “He’s handsome. I wouldn’t mind meeting him.”

That alone had made your heart flutter with cautious hope.

Their date was going to be at the dining hall—humble, yes, but at sunset it turned soft and sweet, the candles on the tables flickering like tiny promises. You’d even roped in one of the cooks that night to make something nice—nothing fancy, just warm bread, grilled fish, and the kind of roasted vegetables that made even the most stoic Jacksoners groan with delight.

You’d told Joel you’d meet him at the dining hall, just to make sure everything went smoothly—not that you thought he needed you, exactly, but because a tiny, worried part of you couldn’t bear the idea of him showing up alone and uncomfortable, his arms crossed and jaw tight, already halfway out the door before the poor woman even said hello.

And though he’d grumbled something predictably Joel—something along the lines of, “I don’t need no damn babysitter,” or maybe it was “Like hell you’re watchin’ me like some charity case”—you hadn’t really listened, because the miracle had already happened: he was going.

Joel Miller, who frowned at butterflies like they personally offended him, who didn’t eat dessert because he was apparently too proud for joy, who moved through town like he was allergic to small talk—was going on a date.

And not because Maria begged him, or because Tommy tricked him, but because you had asked.

Because somehow, after all the sighs and sharp looks and muttered curses, he had agreed to try.

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You sat—not subtly, despite your best efforts—tucked into the far corner of the dining hall, half-hidden behind a tall, mismatched stack of crates and a poorly potted plant that offered minimal cover but enough plausible deniability.

From your perch, you watched with the anxiety of a director at opening night as Joel sat at the table, looking profoundly out of place, his posture slightly slumped like he was already apologizing for being there. His shirt was unironed, the sleeves unevenly rolled, and his hair looked like he’d run a hand through it once out of obligation and then given up entirely. You winced.

When his eyes flicked up and caught yours across the room, you straightened your back instinctively and mouthed, “Sit straight,” even modeling the posture with a meaningful lift of your shoulders. Joel blinked once, scowled like a grumpy schoolboy, and adjusted stiffly, muttering something under his breath as he did so.

And then Naomi walked in.

She looked lovely—effortlessly polished in a way that made you feel a flicker of hopeful pride. Her braid was neat, her dress floral and soft, and as she approached the table, you could see the faint smile of curiosity tug at her lips.

Joel stood up, which you had to admit was a win, but any warm feelings were quickly extinguished as he greeted her with an awkward, two-handed handshake—firm and businesslike, like he was closing a deal rather than stepping into a date.

Not a hug, not even a kiss on the cheek, just a dry, utilitarian shake that made Naomi tilt her head a little, puzzled. Then he sat—sat—without offering her chair, the screech of his wooden seat dragging across the floor echoing through the hall like a warning bell.

You physically cringed, your hand flying to your forehead as you whispered, “Oh, God,” under your breath, already bracing for the slow-motion disaster about to unfold before your very eyes.

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You weren’t a body language expert by any means—didn’t need to be. Anyone with a pair of eyes and half a brain could tell this date was going up in flames before the second course even hit the table.

Joel sat stiff as stone, arms crossed so tightly across his chest you wondered if he was keeping himself from bolting. He didn’t smile, not once—not even the tight-lipped kind people give when they’re trying to be polite.

His jaw was set, his mouth a thin, immovable line, and the only real movement he made was stabbing his fork into his mashed potatoes like they’d wronged him personally.

You watched in slow-building horror as he grunted in response to Naomi’s questions, barely making eye contact, and at one point—at one godforsaken point—he actually leaned away from her mid-sentence to refill his water glass with all the grace of a brick wall.

You ran your hands through your hair, heart racing, like maybe the friction would rub the secondhand embarrassment off your skin. You wanted to crawl under the table. You wanted to crawl out of your skin. He was paying more attention to his peas than the gorgeous, interesting, totally game woman you’d found for him, and all you could do was stare, helpless, as your most promising Cupid endeavor to date unraveled like a badly-knitted scarf in the middle of winter.

You kept watching like it was a car crash happening in slow motion—horrifying, inevitable, and impossible to look away from.

Joel said something—you couldn’t hear it over the clatter of cutlery and murmur of nearby tables—but you saw Naomi’s brows shoot up, her head tilt just slightly, the way a woman does when she’s giving someone one last chance to backpedal. Joel, of course, did not backpedal. His mouth moved again, probably something gruff and dismissive in that grumpy cowboy drawl of his, and you actually saw Naomi scoff. Not laugh. Not smile. Scoff. Sharp, unimpressed, and loud enough that a few heads turned.

Then, just like that, she pushed back from the table with a scrape of chair legs that echoed louder than it had any right to, grabbed her coat, and left without another word. You were frozen, eyes wide, mouth half-open, watching as Joel just blinked at her retreating form like she’d spilled her drink and he wasn’t sure if he should clean it up or not.

As soon as the door swung shut behind Naomi, you didn’t hesitate—not even for a second. You launched out of your hiding spot like a woman on a mission, practically sprinting across the dining hall, weaving between chairs and startled diners until you slid into the now-vacant seat opposite Joel. You leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes wide and incredulous, like you’d just walked in on a crime scene.

“Joel,” you hissed, voice pitched low but vibrating with disbelief, “what the hell happened?”

He barely looked up from his half-eaten plate, casually poking at a piece of roasted potato like this wasn’t the dating equivalent of a four-alarm fire. “We didn’t click,” he said, with a shrug so nonchalant it nearly made your head explode.

“Joel,” you said again, dragging out the syllables like a prayer for patience, “why did she get up and leave like that? Like you insulted her lineage or ran over her kid!?”

He gave you a look, the picture of stone-faced indifference, and mumbled, “I don’t know. She was talkin’ about her cat.”

Your eyes narrowed. “And what did you say, Joel?”

He paused for a beat, glanced away, then muttered under his breath, “I said I don’t trust people who let animals sleep in their bed.”

You blinked at him. “Jesus, Joel.”

He shrugged like it didn’t matter, like he hadn’t just taken a flamethrower to a perfectly decent date. “Didn’t like me the second she sat down.”

“Yeah, Joel,” you said, exasperated, “maybe because you said three words total, insulted her cat, and greeted her like she was an IRS agent coming to audit your crops. You shook her hand.”

He scowled deeper, already standing, already grabbing his coat like this whole night had been a bad dream he could storm away from. “That’s enough,” he muttered, brushing past you, out the door and into the cold.

“What the hell,” you hissed, pushing your chair in with a sharp scrape, bolting after him.

You caught up with him just outside, your breath fogging in the evening air as you jogged to close the space between you. “Joel! Stop.”

He did. He turned on a heel, the movement sharp, sudden, and his voice was rough when it came out. “What? Is that why you’re here? To tell me how shit I did? You think I don’t know I fucked it up? You don’t think I’m aware I ain’t some charming, fresh-faced guy women line up for? I know what I am. I know I’m well past my goddamn prime.”

You stared at him—this big, broad, stubborn man who looked like he was made of iron and regret, standing under the soft street light like it was trying to make something warm out of someone who didn’t believe he could be.

“Stop it,” you said, firm, breathless. “You want me to feel sorry for you? I won’t. Because you’re not past your prime, Joel. You’re still here. Still living. Still capable. You’re handsome, whether you believe it or not—Naomi said so herself before she even met you.”

He froze.

You could see it—that flicker of something in his eyes, just barely there, something startled and unsure. And it wasn’t your scolding that got to him, or the fact that you’d followed him out into the cold like you cared enough to keep trying.

It was that one word. Handsome.

Because you—who wore sweaters with daisies on them and drank out of a chipped Little Miss Sunshine mug and believed in soulmates and fresh starts and love at first sight—you had called him handsome. Had looked at him like there was still something good there. Something worthy.

He shifted, his shoulders tight, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat like he was trying to tuck his embarrassment away with them. His gaze didn’t quite meet yours, instead flicking sideways, focused on some invisible spot in the dirt. “Alright,” he muttered gruffly, voice thick with something he wasn’t ready to name. “Maybe I shouldn’t’ve shaken her hand.”

You watched him, lips twitching with the threat of a smile you didn’t dare let fully bloom just yet. “You think?” you said, teasing but warm, your voice low like you didn’t want to scare off this rare, soft moment.

He sighed, and it felt like it came from somewhere deep—bone-deep, years-deep. “I should’ve talked more. Been less—” he gestured vaguely, almost helplessly, “—me. More gentlemanly or whatever. It’s been a while.”

You took a step closer, slow and steady, like you were approaching a wild animal that didn’t quite know how to accept kindness. Your fingers brushed his forearm first, then settled there, grounding, gentle. He didn’t flinch. Just looked down at your hand like it was the first warm thing he’d felt all day.

“And that’s okay, Joel,” you said softly, eyes on his, voice like honey and heartache. “No one’s asking you to be perfect. You don’t have to get it right the first time. Or the second. We just… have to try. A little more. Next time.”

His eyes lifted to meet yours then, a brow arching with something halfway between surprise and amusement. “Next time?”

“Oh yeah,” you said, your hand still on his arm, your eyes sparkling with something fierce and fond. “I’m not givin’ up on you yet, cowboy.”

That earned you a sound you hadn’t heard before—a real chuckle, low and rough, pulled from somewhere deep in his chest. It made something in you light up, bright and effervescent.

He shook his head, just slightly, like he couldn’t believe you, like he was still fighting the smile threatening his own mouth. “You’re somethin’ else,” he muttered, but this time, it sounded an awful lot like a compliment.

And you just grinned, the wind catching your hair, the cold forgotten entirely. Because for once, Joel Miller didn’t look like he wanted to disappear into the night.

He looked like he might actually be willing to stay.

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i wont be doing a tag list angels, im sorry it gets so confusing and messy for me !!! hope you understand xx

[kyunghwannie]

Entangled In A Dance Of Love (Part-4: "Your Our's Now") The Finale [+18]

TWICE's Minatozaki Sana x M!Reader ft. TWICE's Hirai Momo.

➤ Words: 18-19K. Lost count.

➤ Tags: Blowjob, Boobjob, Mirror sex, Prone bone, Rough Deep throat, Anal gape, Dual penetration, Pussy eating, Squirting, Cum drinking, Threesome, False cheating. ➤ Description: It seems Sana loves you too much to let go and has plans.. But what about Momo? Or..is there something else going between the two you don't know of..

You all may wonder why did the writing style changed a little mid-smut. Well, i learnt that it helps to save blocks in Tumblr if we write in paragraphs. Hehe. Oh, and Minors, please dont come here.

The rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor echoed through the practice room as you executed another perfect move. The music blared through the speakers, filling the space with an energy that fueled your every step. But even as your body moved with precision, your mind was elsewhere.

It had been a week since that night on the rooftop. A week since your mind had been tangled between the two women who had unknowingly become the most important people in your life. And in that week… something had changed. Sana wasn’t distant anymore. For the past month, she had kept her space, only giving you polite smiles, exchanging words only when necessary. You had noticed the restraint in her, the effort she put into maintaining that emotional barrier.

But now? Now she was there—constantly. She wasn’t just talking to you; she was clinging to you, laughing with you, finding reasons to be by your side. She would sit next to you during meetings, wrap her arms around you in casual hugs, bring you coffee even when you hadn’t asked for it. She was looking out for you, more than ever before.

And what was even stranger? Momo didn’t seem to care. At first, you thought she just didn’t notice. But no—she definitely saw it. She had to. There was no way she could ignore the way Sana leaned her head against your shoulder when you were exhausted, the way she grabbed your hand when she pulled you along to different places in the building, the way she stared at you with something unspoken in her eyes.

But Momo never said anything about it. Never questioned it. Never even batted an eye. And so, you let it happen. You let Sana stay close, let her touch linger, let her laughter fill the space between you. Because if this was her way of coping, if this was how she was healing, then who were you to push her away? As long as Momo wasn’t uncomfortable with it, as long as Sana could find her peace in being near you, then maybe… just maybe, this was okay. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

JYPE Cafeteria – Afternoon

You sat across from Sana, absentmindedly stirring your iced Americano as she scrolled through her phone. The cafeteria was buzzing with conversations from staff members, trainees, and artists taking a break from their rigorous schedules.

Sana had invited you for coffee, and you didn’t think twice before agreeing.

Sana: "You’ve been quiet today, Y/N."

You blinked, looking up from your cup. Her voice was soft, her gaze fixed on you with a knowing look.

Y/N: "Just tired."

She pouted, setting her phone down, having a nod that said "Lying? Why?"

Sana: "That’s what you always say."

You let out a small chuckle.

Y/N: "Well, it’s true."

She leaned in slightly, resting her chin on her palm as she studied you.

Sana: "Is it me?"

The question caught you off guard.

Y/N: "What?"

Sana: "Am I… making things harder for you?"

Your grip on your cup tightened for a moment before you exhaled, shaking your head.

Y/N: "No, Sana. Of course not."

She didn’t look convinced.

Sana: "You sure? Because I feel like I’m being selfish."

That made you pause.

Sana: "I know I said I wasn’t backing down, and maybe I’ve been acting a little too—"

Y/N: "Sana."

You reached out, placing your hand over hers. She stilled, her eyes widening slightly at the contact.

Y/N: "It’s okay. If being close helps you… then I’m okay with it."

Her fingers curled slightly under your palm, her expression unreadable.

Then, she smiled.

Sana: "You’re too nice, Y/N."

You smiled back, but deep down, there was a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place. Because maybe… just maybe… this wasn’t just about healing for her. Maybe it was something else entirely.

JYPE Dance Studio – Evening

The dim lighting of the studio cast long shadows across the walls as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, breathing heavily from another intense session. The music had long since stopped, and most of the staff had already left for the day. Except for you and Momo. She sat on the floor, stretching her legs while sipping from her water bottle. You glanced at her, your thoughts swirling as you debated whether or not to bring it up.

But before you could, she spoke first.

Momo: "You’re overthinking again."

You blinked, caught off guard by how easily she read you.

Y/N: "What?"

She smiled, tilting her head as she gazed at you.

Momo: "You get this look on your face when you’re stuck in your head. And you’ve had it all week."

You let out a small breath, running a hand through your hair.

Y/N: "It’s just… Sana."

Momo didn’t react the way you expected. She simply hummed, nodding slightly.

Momo: "Yeah. She’s been sticking to you like glue lately."

Your chest tightened.

Y/N: "And you don’t… mind?"

She looked at you for a moment before setting her water bottle down and standing up. She walked over to you, placing a hand on your cheek gently.

Momo: "Should I?"

Her eyes searched yours, and for the first time in days, you felt like you were the one being cornered.

Y/N: "I just thought—"

Momo: "That I’d be jealous?"

She chuckled softly, shaking her head.

Momo: "Y/N, I know how you feel about me. And I trust you."

Her words settled into you like an anchor, grounding you.

Momo: "Sana… she’s complicated. But I think you already know that."

You swallowed, nodding.

Momo: "She’s not just clinging to you because she’s hurting."

Your breath caught in your throat.

Momo: "She’s holding on because she still wants something more."

The realization hit you like a tidal wave. You had been so focused on making sure Sana was okay, so sure that this was just her way of coping, that you hadn’t stopped to consider the possibility that she wasn’t healing at all. She was waiting. Waiting for something to change. Waiting for you to change. And the worst part? You weren’t sure what to do about it.

JYPE Headquarters – Your Dorm (Late Night)

You sat at the edge of your bed, staring at your phone as Sana’s contact name flashed on the screen.

She had texted you. And you knew, without even opening it, that it would be another casual, warm message—another reminder that she was still there, still close, still waiting. Your heart felt heavy. Because suddenly, for the first time in a long time… You didn’t know if letting her stay by your side was really the right thing to do anymore.

Sana: Good night, Y/N. Rest well, okay?

You hovered over the keyboard, contemplating whether to reply. Eventually, you typed out a simple response.

Y/N: Good night, Sana.

You watched as the message sent, then locked your phone and set it down on your nightstand. But despite the exhaustion weighing on your body, your mind refused to quiet down.

Something felt… off. Sana had been closer than ever. That much was clear. But it wasn’t just that.

It was Momo.. Or rather, the lack of reaction from Momo. Or rather, the lack of reaction from Momo.

At first, she had always been the type to get jealous when Sana got too close to you. You still remembered the small moments—how she would frown, tug you away subtly, or even playfully call Sana out when she thought she was pushing boundaries. But now? Now, she didn't seem to care at all. Not when Sana leaned into you, Not when she held your hand casually. Not when she found excuses to be alone with you.

It was a drastic change—one that didn’t sit right with you. Your fingers tapped lightly against your chest as you stared at the ceiling. Something had changed after that night in the production room. The night Sana had said she wasn’t backing down.

Back then, you hadn’t thought much of it. You had assumed she meant she wasn’t going to let her emotions push her away from you. That she wanted to be close to you despite everything.

But now, looking back at it…Had Momo heard that conversation? Had they talked? Your jaw tightened at the possibility. Because if they had, then something was happening here—something you weren’t aware of.

And if that were the case...Then you weren’t just dealing with Sana’s feelings anymore.

JYPE Recording Studio – The Next Morning

The faint hum of a bassline vibrated through the speakers as you sat behind the mixing desk, absentmindedly scrolling through song arrangements. Your mind, however, was far from the music.

The sleepless night had left you in a daze, and despite the coffee in your hand, your thoughts remained tangled.

That was, until a familiar voice snapped you out of it.

Momo: "You look like you barely slept."

You turned your head to see Momo standing by the door, arms crossed, watching you.

Y/N: "Didn’t get much rest."

She walked in, closing the door behind her before moving to sit across from you.

Momo: "You thinking about Sana?"

Her directness made you pause.

Y/N: "Yeah."

She hummed, nodding as if she had expected that answer. There was a brief silence before you leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk.

Y/N: "Momo… are you really okay with all of this?"

She tilted her head.

Momo: "With what?"

Y/N: "With Sana. With how close she’s been. With how she—"

Momo: "Clings to you like a lost puppy?"

You exhaled sharply.

Y/N: "Yeah. That."

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly against her knee. Then, she smiled.

Momo: "You’re overthinking again."

It was the same thing she had told you before. But this time, it didn’t feel like a dismissal. It felt like she knew something you didn't. Your gaze hardened slightly.

Y/N: "Momo."

She sighed, stretching her arms over her head before looking at you seriously.

Momo: "If it really bothered me, I would’ve said something, Y/N."

Your grip on the coffee cup tightened.

Y/N: "That’s what doesn’t make sense."

She raised an eyebrow.

Y/N: "Before, you used to get jealous. Even if it was small, I could tell. But now, you just let it happen."

You leaned in slightly.

Y/N: "So tell me, Momo. What changed?"

For a brief second, something flickered in her eyes. And that was all you needed to know. Something had changed.

Momo: "Y/N."

Her voice was softer now, careful.

Momo: "It’s not what you think."

Your stomach clenched at those words. Because if she had to say that, then it was exactly what you thought.

Y/N: "Did you talk to Sana?"

Her silence was your answer. You exhaled sharply, leaning back against your chair.

Y/N: "Momo…"

She bit her lip before looking down at her hands.

Momo: "It wasn’t like that."

Your eyes narrowed.

Y/N: "Then what was it like?"

She hesitated before meeting your gaze again.

Momo: "Sana… she’s hurting, Y/N. And I think she’s scared."

Your fingers twitched.

Y/N: "Scared of what?"

Momo: "Of losing you completely."

Your chest tightened.

Momo: "She’s holding on because she thinks it’s the only way to keep you in her life."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. So, that was it. That's why Momo had stopped reacting— because she understood or know something you didn't. Because she had already accepted something you were only just realizing. That Sana's feeling weren’t just about healing. They were about not letting go. And suddenly... You weren’t sure if you could keep pretending you didn't see it anymore. Momo’s eyes locked onto yours, the air between you heavy with something unspoken. It wasn’t just tension—it was something deeper, something raw.

Then, without warning, she moved. You barely had time to react before her lips crashed Against yours. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. A forceful claim that sent shockwave throughout your body. Her fingers tangled into your hair, pulling you closer as if she needed you to feel every ounce of emotion surging through her. You could feel her breath against your skin, the way her body pressed into yours, her warmth burning into you.

And then—just as quickly as it started—it was over. She pulled away, her forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

Her voice came out in a whisper, but it was laced with something dangerous.

Momo: “Something’s up, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard, your heart still racing.

Y/N: “Momo—”

Momo: “It’s your job to figure it out.”

Her fingers slid down to your jaw, tilting your face slightly.

Momo: “But know this—”

Her lips brushed against your cheek, lingering there for just a second before she whispered the words that made your stomach drop.

Momo: “You’re mine.”

A chill ran down your spine. She pulled back fully, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. There was no hesitation in her expression, no doubt. Just a quiet, unshakable certainty. You knew Momo wasn’t the type to say something like that lightly. And yet, there it was. The declaration. It left you breathless. Because for the first time since Sana had started clinging to you…Momo was staking her claim. And that meant something. Something big.

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You sat in the dimly lit studio, still trying to process everything that had just happened. Momo had kissed you before—countless times. But this… this had been different. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a statement. A reminder. A warning

And the fact that she had delivered it after you had confronted her about Sana? That was the part that rattled you. She knew something. Something you didn't. And she wasn’t going to tell you outright. She wanted you to figure it out.

Your jaw clenched as you leaned back in your chair, staring up at the ceiling. This wasn’t just about Sana being clingy. It wasn’t even about Momo's sudden ease with it. It was about whatever had happened between them when you weren’t looking. Something had changed and you were determined to find it out.

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The ceiling above you felt farther away than it should have. Your room was dark except for the faint glow of your phone screen resting beside you on the bed. The air was still, but inside your mind—chaos. You shifted slightly, letting out a slow breath as your thoughts refused to settle. Sana. Momo. The strange shift in their behaviors.

You should’ve been exhausted after today—after the long hours at the company, after the conversation with JYP and the executives, after Momo’s sudden reclaim over you. But sleep wouldn’t come. Not when your mind was racing with questions.

You reached for your phone on instinct, the soft blue light illuminating your fingers as you unlocked it. Your contacts list stared back at you, names you had seen a hundred times.

And yet, your thumb hovered over only one.

Sana noona.

You bit the inside of your cheek, debating for a moment. Would this be a mistake? Would this only complicate things further? But the moment your thumb hesitated, your mind flashed back to the way Sana had looked at you the last time she cried in that production room. The way she wasn’t backing down. Your chest felt tight as you exhaled sharply, shaking your head before typing.

Y/N: "Noona, you still awake?"

You hit send, watching the message deliver. One second. Two seconds. Three sec—

Typing…

Your fingers tightened around your phone. And then—

Sana: "Oh? My baby is texting me first today? ㅎㅎㅎ What’s up? Can’t sleep?"

You swallowed, hesitating before replying.

Y/N: "Yeah, something like that. Just wanted to ask how your day went."

Sana: "Aww, you care about me? That’s so cute, Y/N~"

Y/N: "Noona, I asked a normal question—"

Sana: "Shh, let me enjoy this. You’re usually so serious these days. It’s nice to see you thinking about me."

You sighed, shaking your head slightly before typing again.

Y/N: "You make it sound like I never think about you."

Sana: "You’re right. You do think about me a lot, huh? ㅋㅋㅋ Should I be flattered?"

You groaned internally, knowing exactly where this was going.

Y/N: "Noona, that’s not what I meant—"

Sana: "Ah, so you’re denying it? Tsk tsk, Y/N, you need to learn how to be honest with your feelings~"

Your lips twitched slightly. This woman. No matter the situation, no matter the tension surrounding everything, Sana was still Sana. A playful tease, a flirt at heart—always charming, always disarming.

Y/N: "You’re impossible."

Sana: "And yet you’re still talking to me instead of sleeping. Interesting~"

You sighed, rolling onto your side as you stared at your phone. Something about this conversation felt normal. Despite the swirling doubts in your mind, despite the uneasy feeling lingering in your chest—this moment felt familiar. A brief escape from the uncertainty. But then—

Sana: "Give me a day."

Your brows furrowed slightly.

Y/N: "Huh?"

Sana: "Three days from now. My schedule is free then. Just… wait until then, okay?"

A pause. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, confusion settling in. Wait for what? What was she planning? You didn’t know. But something in her words—something in the way she phrased it—made you agree without question.

Y/N: "Alright. Three days, then."

And just like that, the tone of the conversation shifted back instantly.

Sana: "Good! Now, back to our main topic—"

Y/N: "What topic?"

Sana: "Why are you so cute when you’re sleepy?"

You closed your eyes briefly.

Y/N: "Noona, stop coddling me."

Sana: "No? Why would I? You’re adorable, Y/N~"

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Y/N: "I’m not a child, Sana."

Sana: "Says the one who’s 8 months younger than me~"

You stared at the message. Laughed once under your breath. And then—

Y/N: "You’re never letting that go, are you?"

Sana: "Nope! Never~ ㅎㅎㅎ"

You shook your head, exhaling as your grip on your phone loosened slightly. Despite everything, despite all the questions you still had—you found yourself smiling. You stared at your phone, your thumb hovering over the screen as you read Sana's last message. Before you could even respond, a new notification popped up. You blinked, and there it was—Sana’s selfie.

She was lying on her bed, her hair tousled and eyes half-lidded, as if she just woke up from a nap. The dim light hit her face just right, casting a soft glow around her, and she had a faint upturn of her lips.

Sana: "Here’s a picture for you~ ㅎㅎ Just wanted to make sure you remember my face. Be free 3 days later, okay? I’ll need your attention, Y/N."

You stared at the selfie for a moment, her teasing tone making your chest tighten in that familiar way. It was almost too much—she knew how to pull you in. You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn’t help but smile.

Y/N: "You’re impossible, Sana."

Seconds later, the screen showed “Sana is offline.”. You dropped your head back onto your pillow, the smile lingering on your face. Something was definitely going on with her, and as much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that she wasn’t just teasing you. Lying back on your bed, the weight of Sana’s playful selfie still lingered on your mind. You couldn’t help but admit it—it made your heart race. She had that effect on you, always had. But this wasn’t just about her teasing smile or the flirtatious way she spoke to you.

No, this was about something deeper. Something that you had already made a decision about. You clenched your fist around your phone, shutting your eyes as you tried to push the thoughts aside. Momo.

Momo, who had become not just your mentor but your girlfriend. Momo, who trusted you and who had stood by you despite everything. How could you betray that trust? How could you entertain anything with Sana when you had already made a promise to Momo?

You exhaled deeply, forcing yourself to sit up.

Don’t be stupid.

You had to remind yourself. You couldn’t let yourself be swayed by Sana’s charm or her endless attention. No matter how much she flirted, no matter how hard she tried to pull you back in—you were committed to Momo. It wasn’t about being fair to Sana or playing some game. It was about respect—respect for the relationship you had built with Momo, the relationship that was real, not a temporary distraction. Sana wasn’t the one you wanted, not like Momo was.

So you stood up, shaking your head and telling yourself, Focus. Stay loyal. Don’t let her get to you. With a final, determined breath, you set your phone down and forced your mind to focus on the things that mattered. The lines were drawn. And you wouldn’t cross them.

Three Days Later

Your phone buzzed just as you were finishing up at the studio.

Sana: "Where are you, Y/N?"

You blinked at the message, surprised by the sudden text. You had been expecting her to reach out today, but the straightforwardness of her message made you pause. Something about it felt… different.

Y/N: "Just finished at the studio. Why?"

Her reply came almost instantly.

Sana: "Follow Minji unnie. She’ll take you where you need to be."

Your brows furrowed.

Y/N: "Where am I going exactly?"

Sana: "Just trust me. Come quickly."

A sigh escaped your lips. You weren’t sure what she was planning, but you had agreed to meet her today. Whatever she had in mind, you’d face it head-on. Minji noona was already waiting outside the building when you stepped out. She gave you a small smile, nodding toward the company van.

Minji: "You look like you have questions."

You opened the door and slid in beside her.

Y/N: "I do. But something tells me you won’t answer them."

Minji chuckled as she pulled the van into the street.

Minji: "Smart boy. Just sit tight."

You stared out the window as she drove, the familiar roads passing by in a blur. The silence between you was comfortable, but your mind was racing. Why did Sana send Minji to pick you up? Why the secrecy? And more importantly—why did it feel like this was something more than just a casual meeting? By the time the van pulled up to TWICE’s dorm, you had far more questions than answers. You stepped out, adjusting your jacket as Minji rolled down the window.

Minji: "Head inside. She’s waiting."

You turned to her with narrowed eyes.

Y/N: "Where are the others?"

Minji’s lips curled into a small smirk.

Minji: "Schedules. It’s just you and her today."

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t know why, but something about that made you feel… uneasy. With a small nod, you made your way inside. The dorm was quiet—eerily so. You had been here before, but never like this. It felt empty, hollow, as if the usual energy that filled the space was missing. And then you heard her voice.

Sana: "Y/N, deeper in here."

Your body tensed at the sound. There was something about the way she called for you that sent a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath, following the voice toward her room.

When you stepped inside, you froze. The room was cozy and warm, just like her. Dimly lit, with soft decorations that made it feel lived-in and personal. The faint scent of perfume lingered in the air—her scent. And there she was, sitting on the edge of her bed with a lovely widening grin. But that wasn’t what caught your attention the most. It was the small setup on the table. Plates of food, carefully arranged. A bottle of soju, two glasses beside it. She had prepared everything. For just the two of you.

Your throat went dry.

Y/N: "Sana… what’s all this?"

She tilted her head, her smile never wavering.

Sana: "A meal. A drink. A quiet night for just us."

Her gaze met yours, playful yet unreadable.

Sana: "Why? Is that a problem?"

You let out a small breath as you took in the scene before you. The warm glow of the lamp beside her bed cast soft shadows over the cozy space, highlighting the careful preparation Sana had put into this night. The plates of food, the chilled bottle of soju, the way she looked at you—everything felt intentional. And that made you nervous.

Y/N: "Sana… I’m a light drinker. I don’t really drink that much."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she reached for the bottle.

Sana: "That’s fine."

She poured the clear liquid into a small glass, the sound crisp against the silence of the room. Then, she set it down in front of you before pouring one for herself.

Sana: "Tonight’s an exception, don’t you think?"

You hesitated, eyeing the glass warily.

Y/N: "I mean, I guess… but still."

She leaned closer, resting her chin on her palm, her fingers drumming lightly against the table.

Sana: "Y/N, one or two drinks won’t hurt. Besides—"

She grabbed a piece of food with her chopsticks and held it up to your lips.

Sana: "I made all this. You’re not going to reject me, are you?"

Her playful pout made your stomach twist. You sighed, shaking your head.

Y/N: "You really know how to corner someone, huh?"

She grinned.

Sana: "Of course. Now, open up."

With slight hesitation, you took the bite. The taste was rich and flavorful, and you had to admit—it was good. You chewed slowly, watching as she lifted her own chopsticks and took a bite as well.

Sana: "See? Not bad, right?"

You nodded, swallowing.

Y/N: "Yeah, it’s really good. Did you make this all yourself?"

She waved a hand, looking smug.

Sana: "Maybe~ Maybe not~"

She laughed at your raised eyebrow, then nudged the soju glass closer to you.

Sana: "Now drink."

You sighed, picking up the glass.

Y/N: "Just one."

She gave you an innocent smile.

Sana: "Of course. Just one."

You didn’t trust that smile. Still, you lifted the glass to your lips, letting the bitter liquid burn its way down your throat. It wasn’t too strong, but it left a warmth in your chest. Sana clapped her hands together.

Sana: "There you go! That wasn’t so bad, right?"

You placed the glass down, exhaling through your nose.

Y/N: "It’s not about whether it’s bad or not. I just don’t drink often."

She hummed, pouring another glass for herself.

Sana: "Then consider tonight a rare occasion. Special, even."

Her voice dipped slightly at the last word, making you glance at her. There was something in her tone—something teasing yet unreadable.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, like it always did with Sana. Between bites of food and occasional sips of soju, the two of you shared stories about work, schedules, and the usual chaos that came with TWICE’s life.

Sana: "You should've seen Nayeon unnie earlier. She was running around, yelling at Jeongyeon for hiding her makeup bag again. It was like watching a sitcom unfold in real life."

You chuckled, shaking your head.

Y/N: "That sounds like them. I don’t get how Nayeon noona keeps losing things when she knows Jeongyeon will just take them."

Sana laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Sana: "It’s a never-ending cycle. At this point, I think she enjoys the drama."

You smirked.

Y/N: "Probably."

The warmth in the room was comforting. The soft glow of the lamp, the occasional clink of glasses, the playful teasing—it was a moment of peace. But then, the topic took an unexpected turn.

Sana: "Speaking of drama… How’s Momo?"

Your expression softened at the mention of your girlfriend.

Y/N: "She’s good. A bit busy with her dance practices, but that’s Momo for you. She never slows down."

You expected Sana to react with her usual teasing grin, maybe even poke fun at how Momo was a perfectionist when it came to dancing. But instead, her smile faltered. The change was subtle—just a flicker of something in her eyes before she looked down at her glass. That was a signal. You noticed it immediately. Your fingers tightened slightly around your chopsticks as you observed her carefully.

Y/N: "Sana noona?"

She hummed, swirling the liquid in her glass before taking a slow sip.

Sana: "You sound really in love with her."

You blinked at her choice of words.

Y/N: "Of course, I am."

She let out a soft chuckle, though there was something hollow about it.

Sana: "Right. Of course, you are."

You felt an odd weight in the air. Something unspoken. Something lingering between the lines of what she said and what she actually meant. For a brief second, you thought back to the past few weeks. How Sana had been getting closer to you again. How she had been constantly by your side, caring for you, looking out for you—how she had never backed down. And now, as she sat there, her fingers loosely holding the rim of her glass, you started to wonder if this moment… was her way of testing the waters. If she was waiting for you to say something. If she was hoping for something else. But you didn’t know what.

The faint clink of glass echoed in the cozy room as Sana poured another drink for you, her movements slow and deliberate. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated her delicate features, casting a warm golden hue over her skin. She looked at ease, as if she had all the time in the world.

You, on the other hand, hesitated for a fraction of a second before picking up your glass again. You weren’t much of a drinker. You had said that earlier. And yet, here you were, already a few drinks in, feeling the warmth creeping into your veins...Sana, however, seemed unfazed. She rested her chin on one hand, swirling the soju in her glass lazily as she watched you with an expression that was both amused and… curious.

Sana: "You’re not usually this easy to convince, Y/N."

You let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck.

Y/N: "I guess you caught me at the right time."

She smirked.

Sana: "Or maybe I just know how to handle you."

You shook your head at her playful tone but didn’t refute it. Then, she leaned in slightly, resting an elbow on the table. Her gaze flickered to your half-empty glass before moving back to your face.

Sana: "So…"

Her voice was softer now. More intentional.

Sana: "What do you love most about Momo?"

The question caught you off guard. You blinked, feeling the slight fuzziness in your head from the alcohol as you tried to focus on her words.

Y/N: "What kind of question is that?"

She tilted her head.

Sana: "A normal one. I’m just curious."

She poured you another drink before you could respond, her fingers brushing against yours briefly as she slid the glass toward you. You sighed but took it anyway, feeling your reluctance fade with every passing minute. The alcohol was definitely loosening your tongue, but it also made you lower your guard.

Y/N: "Momo… she’s everything."

Your voice was softer than you intended.

Y/N: "She’s strong, kind, passionate. She never stops giving her best in everything she does. And even when she’s tired, she still puts others before herself."

A faint smile tugged at your lips.

Y/N: "I admire her so much. And I love her."

Sana remained quiet, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. You didn’t notice how her grip tightened slightly. Then, she let out a small chuckle, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Sana: "That’s… really sweet."

Her voice was unreadable. She lifted her glass and took another sip before setting it down with a quiet thud. Then, she met your gaze again.

Sana: "And do you ever wonder if she truly understands how much you love her?"

That question… it made something in your mind stir. Your brows furrowed slightly as you looked at Sana, trying to gauge where this was coming from.

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Sana smiled, but it wasn’t her usual playful one. It was softer. Almost melancholic.

Sana: "I mean… Sometimes, people love so deeply that they forget to ask if the other person sees it the same way."

She poured another drink—for both of you this time.

Sana: "Have you ever wondered if Momo truly understands the depth of your love?"

You frowned slightly, the alcohol making it harder to think as clearly as you normally would.

Y/N: "I… I think she does. I mean, I try to show her every day."

Sana hummed, taking another sip before responding.

Sana: "But sometimes, love isn't just about how much you give. It’s about how much the other person chooses to receive."

Her words lingered in the air, heavier than before. And for some reason, despite the haze of the alcohol, they made something stir in the back of your mind. The warmth of the alcohol wrapped around you like a thick fog, dulling your usual sharpness. You didn’t realize how much you had been drinking until the room felt just a little too cozy, the edges of your vision slightly softer, your thoughts flowing easier than before...And Sana… she was watching you. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light, the flickering candle on her desk casting a soft glow on her face. She had that unreadable expression again, one that made it hard to tell what she was truly thinking. You swirled the liquid in your glass absentmindedly before glancing up at her.

Y/N: "Sana noona…"

Your voice was steadier than expected, but the alcohol made you feel bolder, more willing to speak your mind.

Y/N: "That day in the production room… you said you weren’t going to give up on me."

Sana stilled, her fingers pausing mid-motion against the table.

Y/N: "What… exactly did you mean by that?"

For a moment, she just looked at you. And then, she let out a soft, almost amused sigh as she leaned back against her chair, her head tilting slightly.

Sana: "I was wondering when you’d finally ask."

Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

Sana: "I meant exactly what I said, Y/N."

Your heartbeat slowed for a fraction of a second.

Y/N: "Sana—"

Sana: "I love you."

The words came out so easily, so confidently, that for a moment, your brain didn’t even register them. Your grip on the glass tightened slightly.

Y/N: "Noona, you’re drunk—"

Sana: "I’m not."

She leaned forward now, her gaze steady, unwavering.

Sana: "I’ve loved you for a long time, Y/N."

You swallowed. Hard. Your mind raced, trying to piece together what this meant—what this changed.

Y/N: "But… I’m with Momo."

Sana’s smile faltered for a brief moment, but then she chuckled softly, shaking her head.

Sana: "I know."

She poured another drink for herself but didn’t drink it immediately. Instead, she studied you carefully.

Sana: "Do you think that changes how I feel?"

Your chest felt tighter. You didn’t know What to say.

Sana: "I’ve known Momo since I was a teenager, Y/N. She’s my best friend, my sister in everything but blood."

Her voice softened.

Sana: "And that’s why this is so complicated."

You exhaled slowly, running a hand through your hair.

Y/N: "Noona… I can’t go behind Momo’s back."

Your voice was firm, but the alcohol had made your thoughts sluggish, made your emotions more raw. Sana smiled at that, but there was something strange in her expression. A flicker of… amusement?

Sana: "I know."

She took a slow sip of her drink before setting the glass down with a quiet clink.

Sana: "And that’s why I trust you."

Your brows furrowed slightly.

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Sana didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached across the table and took your hand, her fingers lightly brushing over yours. Her touch was warm, grounding, despite the dizziness in your mind.

Sana: "You’re trying so hard to do the right thing."

She squeezed your hand gently.

Sana: "That’s why Momo loves you."

The mention of her name made something in your chest tighten. Sana’s eyes studied you carefully, as if she was waiting for something. And then, in a moment of hazy clarity, something clicked in your mind. The flicker of amusement in her eyes. The way she didn’t seem… surprised by your response. It was almost as if… She and Momo had already talked about this. Your breath caught. But before you could fully process the thought, Sana gave your hand one final squeeze before letting go.

Sana: "You’ll figure it out, Y/N."

She leaned back, picking up her drink once more, her smile returning—soft, knowing, patient.

The weight of Sana’s words still lingered in the air, thick and impossible to ignore. But before you could even attempt to unpack the meaning behind her knowing smile, her fingers—soft and featherlight—traced down your thigh. The touch wasn’t casual. It wasn’t friendly. It was deliberate. Your muscles tensed slightly under her fingertips, your mind screaming at you to move, to say something, to create space. But the alcohol had settled deep in your veins, making it difficult to think clearly. Sana, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. Her eyes flickered with something unreadable as she leaned in just slightly, her scent—a mix of floral and something uniquely hers—flooding your senses.

Y/N: "Noona…"

Your voice was low, hesitant. A warning. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she traced slow circles against the fabric of your pants, her touch light but undeniably suggestive.

Sana: "You’re so tense, Y/N."

Her voice was smooth, laced with something playful yet dangerous.

Y/N: "You’re not even trying to care about boundaries, are you?"

She tilted her head slightly, her smile widening.

Sana: "Boundaries?"

Her fingers brushed up, higher this time. You let out a slow breath, your grip tightening on the drink in your hand, your knuckles turning white.

Sana: "Do you really want me to stop?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper now, her eyes locked onto yours. A war waged inside of you. Half of you knew this was wrong—so incredibly wrong. You were with Momo. You were committed to Momo. She trusted you. She loved you. But the other half… The one that was affected by the alcohol. The one that couldn’t ignore the way Sana looked at you. The one that noticed just how undeniably beautiful she was, how close she was, how dangerous this moment was becoming. You swallowed, trying to clear the haze in your mind.

Y/N: "Sana, I…"

Her fingers stopped. For a moment, she just looked at you, her expression softening.

Sana: "I’m not trying to force you into anything, Y/N. But you need to start being honest with yourself."

Your jaw tightened.

Y/N: "I am being honest."

She gave a small, knowing chuckle.

Sana: "Are you?"

The words cut deeper than they should have. You wanted to argue. To tell her that you knew exactly what you wanted. That your heart belonged to Momo and no one else. But something about the way Sana was looking at you—like she could see straight through your carefully crafted walls—made it hard to say the words out loud.

Sana: "You’re not even questioning why Momo hasn’t said anything, are you?"

That made you pause.

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Sana leaned back, picking up her own drink, her expression unreadable.

Sana: "Nothing, Y/N. Nothing at all."

The way she said it made it everything but nothing. You exhaled sharply and downed another glass, the liquid burning your throat before settling into warmth in your stomach. You weren’t usually a heavy drinker, but right now, the confusion swirling in your head demanded some sort of relief. If only for a moment. Sana watched you, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Sana: “You sure you can handle another one, Y/N?”

Her voice was teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something knowing.

Y/N: “I just…” You ran a hand through your hair. “I just need to stop thinking for a bit.”

That was the truth. Momo. Sana. Their words. Their actions. The cryptic things Sana kept saying, the feeling that you were missing something crucial—it was all too much. Sana hummed softly, setting her drink aside.

Sana: “Then don’t think.”

Her fingers were back, tracing lazy patterns along your forearm before moving up to your shoulder. You stiffened slightly but didn’t move away. The alcohol was doing its job, making your body slow to react, your mind hazy. She shifted closer. The warmth of her body was noticeable now, her scent filling the small space between you. You swallowed hard.

Y/N: “Noona.…”

She tilted her head, feigning innocence.

Sana: “Hmm?”

Her fingers slid down your arm, brushing against your thigh again. This time, it wasn’t fleeting—it lingered, warm and deliberate. Your muscles tensed, but the alcohol dulled your usual self-control.

Y/N: “You… You shouldn’t be doing this.”

She leaned in slightly, her lips mere inches from your ear.

Sana: “And yet, you’re not stopping me.”

Your breath hitched. She was right. You hadn’t moved away. Hadn’t shoved her hand off. Hadn’t stood up and walked out of her room like you should have. Instead, you sat there, letting her touch linger, letting the lines between right and wrong blur in the fog of alcohol and confusion.

Y/N: “Sana…” You forced your voice to be firmer this time. “I’m with Momo.”

Her fingers finally stopped their slow, teasing movements. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she studied you, her dark eyes searching yours. Then, to your surprise, she smiled. Not a smile of disappointment or frustration. But something softer. Something almost… victorious.

Sana: “I know.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine. There was something about the way she said it—like she knew something you didn’t. Like she had already accounted for this outcome long before the night even started. She reached for her own drink and took a slow sip, watching you over the rim of her glass.

Sana: “But tell me something, Y/N.”

She set her drink down, leaning forward, her face inches from yours.

Sana: “If you’re so sure of where your heart lies…”

Her fingers traced your jaw, tilting your face toward her.

Sana: “…then why do you look so lost?”

You had no answer. Because for the first time in a long time…You weren’t sure if you knew the truth anymore. You weren’t sure when the room had started spinning. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way Sana looked at you—like she already knew what would happen, like she had orchestrated this moment from the start. Or maybe it was the way her fingers caressed your jaw, her thumb grazing your lips as if testing your resolve. A resolve that felt thinner with every breath. You wanted to say something. To remind her—remind yourself—that this was wrong. That you were Momo’s. That this should not be happening. But then she moved to kiss you on the lips. Soft. Warm. And utterly intentional. Your body tensed immediately. The alcohol in your system dulled your usual sharpness, but not enough to erase the alarm bells ringing in your mind. This was Sana. Your girlfriend’s best friend. One of the people you trusted most. And yet, her lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm, coaxing, enticing—dangerous.

You barely managed a feeble protest, your hands gripping the fabric of your pants as if anchoring yourself.

Y/N: "Sana—"

She pulled back only a fraction, her breath mingling with yours, her dark eyes locked onto you with a confidence that left you reeling.

Sana: "Shh, Y/N."

Her thumb traced your lower lip.

Sana: "Momo won’t be mad. Trust me."

Your heart lurched. What? Your dazed mind struggled to process her words. That didn’t make sense. How could she say that with such certainty? She had never lied to you before. But this… this felt impossible.

Y/N: "Sana, what are you talking about? I—"

Her lips brushed yours again, cutting off your words, her touch firmer this time. More insistent. Your grip on control was slipping. The alcohol, her presence, her warmth—it was all muddling the lines you had sworn not to cross. Her hands wandered—fingertips tracing your shoulders, down your arms, sliding dangerously close to your waist. And yet, her expression wasn’t just one of seduction. There was certainty in her eyes. Like she knew exactly how this would play out. Like she wasn’t worried. Like she wasn’t doing anything wrong. And that was what left you torn.

Y/N: "How can you say that?" you muttered, voice uneven.

Sana smiled softly. She leaned closer, her lips brushing your ear.

Sana: "Because I know, Y/N. I know more than you think."

Her breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands clenched into fists, fighting the way your body reacted to her. This was Sana. This was wrong. And yet… Her lips were back on yours, pressing deeper this time, coaxing something out of you that you weren’t sure you could resist anymore. And worst of all? Somewhere in the haze of alcohol and confusion… You wanted her to keep going.

The moment Sana’s lips left yours, she didn’t pull away—she sank lower. Her fingers curled into the waistband of your pants, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch. Her dark eyes flicked up to yours, mischief and something darker swimming in them as she pressed a teasing kiss to the skin just above the fabric.

Sana: "Mm… you’re already so hard for me."

Her voice was honey-thick, dripping with satisfaction as she nuzzled the growing bulge in your pants. You swallowed hard, your fingers twitching at your sides, torn between pushing her away and fisting her hair.

Y/N: "S-Sana—"

She ignored you, her nails dragging teasingly along the outline of your cock through the fabric before she finally, finally, undid the button and zipper.

Sana: "Momo was right… you do have a pretty dick..."

She laughed softly, breath warm against your skin as she tugged your pants down just enough to free your erection. Your cock sprang free, already flushed and leaking at the tip. Sana didn’t hesitate. Her tongue flicked out, kittenish and teasing, lapping up the bead of pre-cum before wrapping her lips around the swollen head.

Y/N: "Agh—fuck!"

Your hips jerked instinctively, and Sana’s fingers dug into your thighs, nails biting just slightly as she pushed you back into the chair.

Sana: "Ah-ah… be good."

She smirked up at you before taking you deeper, her lips stretching obscenely as she took more of you inch by inch. Her tongue swirled along the underside, tracing the thick vein there before hollowing her cheeks and sucking—

Y/N: "Noona—shit—!"

Her lips were sin itself—warm, wet, relentless. Every slide of her mouth sent fire licking up your spine, every flick of her tongue against the sensitive spot under your cockhead had your thighs twitching beneath her grip. She pulled off with a lewd pop, saliva glistening on her swollen lips, before immediately dragging the flat of her tongue up your leaking shaft.

Sana: "Mmm… you taste so good."

Then she swallowed you whole. No teasing, no slow build—just her throat opening up around you with practiced ease, her nose pressing into your pelvis as she took you to the hilt.

Y/N: "H-holy shit—!"

Her eyes watered prettily as she gagged slightly, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you down as she fucked her own throat on your cock, bobbing at a brutal pace. Drool spilled past her lips, dripping messily down your balls as she took you impossibly deeper with every thrust.

Sana: "Nggh—ahh~"

The lewd slurps and choked moans vibrated around your cock, the obscene sounds filling the room as her free hand wandered between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles against her clit through her soaked panties.

Y/N: "Fuck—I’m not gonna—"

She pulled off with a gasp, lips swollen and spit-slick as she stroked you roughly with her hand.

Sana: "You will cum in my mouth, Y/N."

Her grip tightened, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip before she dove back down, swallowing half your length in one go. You couldn’t hold back.

Y/N: "Sana—fuck—I’m cumming—"

She moaned around you, the vibration sending you over the edge as hot ropes of cum shot down her throat. She swallowed every drop, milking you with tight sucks until you were twitching and oversensitive beneath her. Only then did she pull away—slowly, deliberately—licking her lips with a satisfied smirk.

Sana: "Mmhn~... still not enough, huh?"

Her fingers trailed up your spent cock, teasing another weak twitch from you before she leaned in, pressing her lips to yours—letting you taste yourself.

Sana: "'Cause I'm far from done with you."

Sana’s lips were still tingling from the taste of you when she pulled back, her fingers already working the straps of her dress loose. The fabric slid down her shoulders, pooling at her waist, and suddenly—fuck—her tits were right there. Perky. Plush. Perfect. Her nipples were already stiff, pebbled under your gaze, and she arched her back just slightly, letting them bounce as she smirked at your slack-jawed expression.

Sana: "Like what you see?"

Her voice was a purr, fingers teasing along the swell of her breasts, thumb brushing over a nipple just to watch your cock twitch against your stomach.

Y/N: "Sana-noona… we shouldn’t—"

She cut you off with a roll of her hips, grinding her soaked panties against your thigh as she leaned forward, pressing those perfect tits against your chest.

Sana: "You keep saying that…"

Her breath was hot against your ear, teeth grazing your lobe before she whispered—

Sana: "But your cock keeps saying yes."

Then she pushed you back into the soft chaie, straddling your lap, her tits right there, inches from your mouth. Sana didn’t wait for you to cave. She grabbed your wrists, guiding your hands to her waist before pressing them upward, forcing your palms to cup the soft weight of her tits.

Sana: "Squeeze."

You did. Fuck. Her skin was so soft, so warm, her nipples stiff against your palms as you kneaded gently. Sana moaned, head tipping back as she rocked against you, her wetness seeping through her panties and onto your thighs.

Sana: "Harder…"

Your grip tightened, fingers sinking into her plush flesh, and she whimpered, back arching as she pressed herself harder into your hands.

Sana: "Yesss… just like that~"

Then she dropped down on the floor, leaned forward, her tits pressing together as she trapped your cock between them, her cleavage swallowing you whole.

Y/N: "F-fuck—!"

Her skin was so warm, so smooth, her tits molding around your shaft as she started moving, rolling her hips in slow, sinuous circles.

Sana: "Mmm… you fit so well…"

Her voice was breathy, her lips parted as she watched her tits glide along your length, her nipples brushing against your cock with every stroke. Pre-cum smeared between them, making every slide slicker, hotter, and Sana’s breath hitched as she squeezed tighter, her tits swallowing you to the base.

Sana: "Nggh—you’re so thick…"

Her nails dug into your shoulders as she fucked her tits faster, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.

Y/N: "Sana—I can’t—"

She cut you off with a sharp roll of her hips, her tits tightening around you as she moaned—

Sana: "You can. And you will."

Before you could protest, Sana was up at her feets already on your thighs as she grabbed the back of your head and yanked you forward, your mouth crashing against her left nipple.

Y/N: "Mmph—!"

She tasted like salt and sweetness, her skin warm against your tongue as you instinctively laved at the stiff peak.

Sana: "Ahh~! Yes… suck them…"

Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place as you swirled your tongue around her nipple, sucking gently before grazing it with your teeth.

Sana: "F-fuck! Harder!"

You obeyed, sucking hard, your tongue flicking rapidly as her back arched, her tits pressing harder against your face.

Sana: "Ahn~! Y/N—!"

Her thighs clenched around yours, her hips grinding desperately as you switched to her other nipple, biting down just enough to make her scream.

Sana: "NGH~! YES!"

Her hands were everywhere—tugging your hair, clawing at your shoulders, her breath coming in ragged pants as you devoured her.

Y/N: "Sana… your tits… fuck…"

You pulled back just enough to watch her nipples glisten with spit, swollen and red from your mouth, before diving back in, sucking hard before pushing her down as your hands kneaded her tits around your cock.

Sana: "I-I’m close—!"

Her voice was a broken whine, the friction of your cock grinding her tits triggered an orgasm for herself, her thighs shaking as she fucked her tits faster, her nails digging into your skin.

Y/N: "Cum for me, Sana…"

That was all it took. Her back arched, her tits clamping down around your cock as she sobbed, her orgasm crashing through her.

Sana: "AHH~! FUCK!"

Her thighs trembled, her pussy dripping as she rode out her high, her tits still milking your cock as you groaned, your own release building fast.

Y/N: "Sana—I’m gonna—"

She didn’t let you finish. Her hands cupped her tits, squeezing them tight around your cock as she leaned down, her lips brushing yours.

Sana: "Cum all over them…"

You exploded. Hot ropes of cum shot between her tits, painting her skin white as she moaned, rubbing her slick nipples through the mess.

Sana: "Mmm…so good…"

She dragged a finger through the cum, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean with a smirk.

---

Sana’s fingers tangled in your hair as she pulled you down, her thighs parting with a sinful wet shlick of soaked fabric. The scent of her arousal hit you like a drug—musky, sweet, addicting.

Sana: "Mmm… you want to taste me, don’t you?"

Her voice was a breathy taunt, hips rolling just enough to grind her damp panties against your lips.

Y/N: "Sana—"

She cut you off with a sharp tug, her nails scraping your scalp as she leaned back, spreading herself wider.

Sana: "No more talking. Lick."

Your tongue dragged slow and flat up her clothed slit, and Sana jolted, a high-pitched whine tearing from her throat.

Sana: "Ahh~! F-fuck—!"

The fabric was drenched, her heat seeping through as you lapped at her, teasing the outline of her pussy through the thin barrier.

Sana: "T-tease…"

She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, peeling them down just enough to expose her bare cunt—glossy, swollen, begging for your mouth.

Sana: "Better?"

Her smirk was wicked, but her thighs trembled as you exhaled hotly against her, watching her clit throb under your breath. You didn’t hesitate. Your tongue speared into her in one long, filthy lick, from her dripping entrance all the way up to her clit.

Sana: "HAHH~! YES!"

Her back arched, hands fisting the couch cushions as you dove in, lips sealing around her clit to suck hard.

Y/N: "Mmhn… fuck, you taste good…"

Her hips jerked, but you pinned her down, tongue circling her clit in tight, rapid flicks before plunging back into her pussy, fucking her with your tongue.

Sana: "NGH~! D-don’t stop—don’t stop—!"

Her thighs clamped around your head, her cunt pulsing as you ate her like a man starved, slurping up every drop of her slick. You added two fingers, curling them just right inside her as your tongue lashed her clit.

Sana: "OH FUCK—!"

Her scream was raw, her body bowing off the couch as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy squeezing your fingers like a vice. She sobbed, her thighs shaking as you drank her in, not letting up until she was whimpering, oversensitive and dripping. She pulled back just enough to smirk at you, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she guided your hands to her waist.

Sana: "Look at me, Y/N."

Her voice was a sultry whisper as she turned, pressing her back against your chest, her ass grinding against your already-hard cock.

Sana: "See how much I want you?"

Her fingers traced the edge of the mirror in front of you, her reflection staring back—lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes begging for more. Sana’s hands slid down her own body, fingers hooking into the waistband of her stupidly drenched panties she had no reason for wearing again after you eating her out before slowly peeling them down. The fabric clung to her slick folds for a second before finally dropping to the floor.

Sana: "Mmhn~... You like what you see?"

She arched her back, pressing her ass against your cock, her wetness already smearing against your thigh.

Y/N: "Sana… we really shouldn’t—"

She cut you off with a roll of her hips, her ass grinding against your length as she looked at you through the mirror.

Sana: "Momo knows."

Her words sent a jolt through you, but before you could question her, she reached back, gripping your cock and guiding it between her thighs.

You groaned as the head of your cock pressed against her soaked entrance, her tight heat begging for you.

Y/N: "Fuck… you’re so tight…"

Sana bit her lip, her eyes locked onto yours in the mirror as you pushed in slowly, stretching her inch by inch.

Sana: "Ahh~! Yes… just like that…"

Her back arched, her hands bracing against the mirror as you bottomed out, her walls clenching around you. She smirked, rolling her hips to take you deeper.

Sana: "You feel so good inside me…" You gripped her hips, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

Sana: "AHH~! Fuck! Harder!" Her tits bounced with every thrust, her ass jiggling as you pounded into her, the mirror fogging up from her panting breaths.

Y/N: "You like that? Like being used like this?" She moaned, her nails scratching at the mirror as you fucked her relentlessly, her pussy dripping around your cock.

Sana: "Y-Yes~! More!" You leaned forward, biting down on her shoulder as you pistoned into her, her tight walls milking you with every stroke. Sana’s legs shook, her moans turning into screams as her orgasm crashed over her.

Sana: "I’m—AHH~! CUMMING!"

Her pussy clenched around you, pulling you deeper as you lost control, your own release exploding inside her.

Y/N: "Fuck—Sana!"

She collapsed against the mirror, her breath ragged as you both came down from the high. She turned her head, catching your lips in a lazy kiss before whispering—

Sana: "Mmhn~... Told you it will be good."

---

Sana’s fingers trailed down your abs, slick with sweat from your earlier coupling, before wrapping around your already-hardened cock again. She smirked up at you through her lashes, her lips swollen from your kisses, glistening with a mix of spit and her own arousal. "Mmm… already hard again for me?" she purred, giving your shaft a slow, deliberate stroke that made your hips jerk. "Good. Because I’m far from done with you." She leaned forward, hovering just inches from your tip, her hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. "This time," she murmured, pressing a teasing kiss to your weeping slit, "I’m going to make you ruin my fucking throat."

Her tongue flicked out, lapping up the bead of pre-cum pooling at your tip before swirling around the head with agonizing slowness. "F-fuck, Sana—" you groaned, fingers twisting into the sheets. She giggled, the sound vibrating against your cock as she took just the tip into her mouth, sucking lightly before pulling off with a filthy pop. "Mmhn~... so sweet," she hummed, licking her lips. "But I know it gets even better when you cum." Her hand pumped your shaft lazily as she continued to kitten-lick at your head, her dark eyes locked onto yours—watching, waiting for you to break.

Without warning, she surged forward, swallowing half your length in one smooth glide. "Hhngh—! Sana—!!" Your back arched off the bed, the sudden heat of her throat stealing your breath. She didn’t stop. Her nose pressed into your pelvis as she took you deeper, deeper, until your cock was buried to the hilt down her throat. "Mpphf~!" Her eyes watered prettily, but she held still, letting you feel the clench of her throat around you before pulling back—only to plunge down again.

"Holy—shit—!" Your hands flew to her hair, fisting the dark strands as she set a brutal pace, bobbing up and down your shaft with wet, sloppy noises. Drool dripped from her stretched lips, coating your balls as she forced herself to take you deeper with every thrust. "Nggh—ahh~!" Her moans vibrated around you, her free hand slipping between her own thighs to rub frantic circles against her clit. She was enjoying this. Fuck.

Only god knows how you felt more primal, was it alcohol or not, you weren't sure but You tugged her hair, forcing her to look up at you. "You like choking on my cock that much?" you growled. Her eyes darkened, her rhythm stuttering for just a second before she nodded, whimpering around your length. "Then take it," you hissed, thrusting up into her mouth. "MPPHF~! AH—!" She gagged, tears spilling down her cheeks as you fucked her throat rough, her nose smeared with spit and her lips stretched obscenely wide. "That’s it—swallow me," you groaned, your balls tightening as your release coiled hot in your gut. She moaned in response, her throat massaging you greedily as if she couldn’t wait to taste you.

"Sana—I’m gonna—fuck—!" She didn’t pull away. Her nails dug into your thighs as you exploded down her throat, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into her greedy mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around you as she milked you dry with tight, rhythmic sucks. "Ahh~… fuck…" you panted, collapsing back against the pillows as she finally pulled off, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. "Mmm… delicious," she purred, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply—letting you taste yourself on her tongue..

Sana’s fingers trailed down your chest as she pulled back from your cock, her lips still glistening with spit and cum. She smirked at your dazed expression before rolling off the bed with a playful sway of her hips. "Stay right there, baby~" She rummaged through her nightstand drawer, her perky ass on full display as she bent over, humming to herself. "Ah! Found it~" She held up a half-empty bottle of her favorite strawberry lube, shaking it teasingly before crawling back toward you, her eyes dark with hunger. "Now… let’s make you last longer this time." Her fingers dripped with the slick liquid as she wrapped them around your cock, stroking slowly, her thumb swirling over the tip. "F-fuck, Noona—" you groaned, hips bucking into her hand. She giggled, leaning down to lick a stripe up your shaft. "Mmhn~... Tastes even better now."

The moment Sana’s knees hit the mattress, you knew she wasn’t playing anymore. Her back arched, ass raised high in the air as she crawled onto the bed, her dripping cunt and tight, untouched asshole on full display. She glanced over her shoulder, lips parted, eyes burning with hunger as she reached back to spread herself wider. “You’ve fucked my mouth. You’ve fucked my pussy.” Her voice was a sultry command, fingers tracing her own swollen folds before circling her asshole with a slow, teasing press. “Now ruin me here.” You grabbed the strawberry lube from the nightstand, coating your fingers thickly before pressing against her tight, fluttering rim. “Breathe,” you murmured, rubbing slow circles as her body resisted at first. “Ahh~! Ngh—fuck—!” Sana shuddered, her nails clawing at the sheets as your fingertip breached her, sinking in to the first knuckle. You worked her slowly, adding a second finger, then a third, curling and scissoring until her asshole was loose and slick around you, her moans growing louder with each stretch. “Y-You’re mean,” she whined, but her hips pushed back, begging for more. Your cock throbbed, heavy and aching, as you pulled your fingers free—her asshole gaped slightly, twitching around nothing before clenching tight again

You pushed in slowly, your thick crown stretching her open with a sinful pop. “AHHH~!” Sana’s back arched, her walls fluttering violently around you as you bottomed out, her ass swallowing every inch. “F-fuck—so tight,” you groaned, hips flush against her ass, giving her a moment to adjust. But Sana was impatient. “Move,” she panted, pushing back against you. “I’m not—hnngh—made of glass!” You obeyed. Your hips snapped forward, fucking into her with deep, brutal strokes, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “YES! Like—ahh—like that!” Her pussy dripped onto the sheets, her clit throbbing untouched as you pounded her ass, the angle driving you impossibly deeper. Her thighs shook, her moans turning desperate. “I-I’m gonna—ahh~!” You reached under her, fingers finding her clit—rubbing hard. “AHH~! NGH~! TOO MUCH—!” She screamed, her ass milking you as her pussy gushed, soaking the bed beneath her in a flood of slick arousal. You didn’t stop. Your thrusts turned feral, chasing your own release as her walls fluttered around you. When you finally came, it was with a growl, your cum filling her to the brim. You pulled out slowly, watching her hole wink around nothing, stretched and used. Sana collapsed, panting, her body twitching from oversensitivity. “Mmm…” She smirked weakly. “Told you… I could take it.”

---

The room was still thick with the scent of sex—strawberry lube, sweat, and the intoxicating musk of Sana’s arousal hanging heavy in the air. You had just finished cleaning her up, your touch gentle as you wiped away the evidence of your earlier ravaging, when she suddenly grabbed your wrist, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Mmhn~... you’re not done yet, are you, Y/N-ah?” Her voice was a sultry purr, her lips curling into that wicked smirk you knew meant trouble. Before you could respond, she guided your hand between her thighs, pressing your fingers against her dripping pussy. “Feel that?” she whispered, grinding against your touch. “Noona’s still so wet for you…” Your cock twitched at the sensation, the alcohol in your veins making your resistance weaker, your willpower softer. “Sana noona…” you murmured, but she cut you off with a sharp nip to your earlobe. “I want you to ruin me again.”. Her command was velvet-wrapped steel—soft but unyielding.

Sana rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, her glistening pussy and used asshole on full display. She hooked her knees over your shoulders, pulling you closer until your cock brushed against her swollen folds. “Both,” she demanded, her fingers trailing down to circle her ass. “Noona wants your cock here…” She pressed a fingertip against her tight rim. “And your fingers here.” She dragged her touch up to her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. You swallowed hard, your head still fuzzy from the alcohol, your body aching to obey. “Noona, you’re sure?” you asked, voice rough. She arched a brow, her smirk turning dangerous. “Do I sound unsure?” You coated your cock and fingers with more of that damn strawberry lube, the sweet scent mixing with the salt of her skin as you pressed against her ass first, slowly pushing inside.Sana gasped, her back arching off the bed as you stretched her open again, her walls clenching around you. “Ahh~! F-fuck… yes…” Once you were fully sheathed, you didn’t move—not yet. Instead, you dragged your left hand down to her pussy, sliding two fingers inside with ease, her slick heat swallowing you whole. “Hahh~!” Her thighs trembled, her nails digging into the sheets. “More—!” You curled your fingers, rubbing that sweet spot inside her as your cock pulsed in her ass, the dual sensation making her squirm.

Sana’s moans were filthy, her hips rocking between your thrusts, when suddenly—she grabbed your right hand, sucking your fingers into her mouth with a hungry whimper. “Mmmf~!” Her tongue swirled around your digits, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored her own taste.You groaned, watching her lips stretch around your fingers, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked like she was starving for it. “Fuck, noona…” She pulled off with a pop, her smirk drenched in sin. “Now move.” You obeyed. Your hips snapped forward, your cock pounding into her ass as your fingers fucked her pussy in tandem, the squelch of her arousal filling the room. Sana screamed, her back bowing off the bed, her thighs clamping around your wrist as her pussy gushed around your fingers. “AHH~! I-I’m—cumming—!” You didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Her ass milked your cock, her pussy dripping onto the sheets as you pushed her past her limit, her body convulsing beneath you. When you finally came, it was with a low airy groan, your cum filling her ass as she whimpered, oversensitive and twitching..

Sana collapsed, boneless and breathless, her body glowing with sweat. You pulled out slowly, watching her holes wink around nothing, stretched and used just how she’d wanted. She blinked up at you, her smirk soft now, sated. “Mmhn~... good boy,” she murmured, dragging you down for a lazy, cum-flavored kiss.

---

The room smelled of sweat, faint traces of perfume, and something far more sinful. Sana lay on top of you, her body warm, her breath slow and steady against your chest. Her fingers lazily traced circles over your skin, a silent claim, a lingering touch that sent a shiver through you despite the heat between the sheets. Before you could respond, she guided your hand to her face, nuzzling into it.

“Feel that?” she whispered, grinding against your body, “Noona’s sated because of you…”

Your throat felt dry. The reality of what had just happened was beginning to settle in, creeping into the edges of your consciousness like a slow-building storm. You should have pushed her away. You should have resisted. You should have— Sana’s fingers trailed down your chest, a quiet hum of contentment escaping her lips as she shifted, her bare skin pressed fully against yours.

"Mmm... you were so good to me, Y/N. Did you like it?" Her words, her tone—it was almost cruel in how natural it sounded, as if what just happened wasn’t a betrayal. As if this was always meant to be. Your stomach twisted. Dread. A sickening wave of it crashed over you, but it was tangled with something else. Something dangerous. Relief. Anticipation. Your fingers curled against the sheets, mind spinning, struggling to grasp what this meant—what this would mean.

Sana, ever perceptive, let out a soft chuckle, sensing your turmoil.

“You’re thinking too much again, Y/N…” she murmured, her lips brushing over your collarbone, “Just stay here. Stay with me.” And for the first time, you weren’t sure if she was talking about the moment— Or something far more permanent.

---

Two Days Later – The Weight of Betrayal

The studio was dimly lit, the only sounds filling the space being the rhythmic beat of the speakers and the sharp echo of your breath. Sweat dripped from your brow as you pushed your body through the motions, muscles burning with exhaustion. But no matter how hard you moved, how many times you repeated the choreo, you couldn’t escape it. Momo’s gaze burned into you. She was relentless today. More so than usual.

Momo: "Again."

You barely had a second to catch your breath before the track restarted. You gritted your teeth, planting your feet firmly before diving into the routine again. Every step, every movement, drilled into your body from hours of practice. But today, it all felt off. Maybe it was because your limbs were heavier. Or maybe it was the weight of your conscience dragging you down.

Momo: "You’re off-beat."

Her voice cut through the haze in your mind, sharp and direct, but there was something else in it too. Something observant. She noticed. Of course, she did. Momo wasn’t just one of the best dancers you knew—she could read you better than anyone.

Momo: "Again."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, forcing yourself back into the movement. It was easier to focus on the burn in your legs than the twisting guilt in your stomach. Easier to pretend that everything was fine. That you hadn’t shattered something irreparable. That you hadn’t betrayed her.The next time the music stopped, you were gasping for air, bent over with your hands on your knees. Momo stood a few feet away, watching you, arms crossed. She was barely out of breath, while you felt like your body was about to collapse.

Momo: "What’s with you today?"

Her voice was calmer now, less commanding, but no less piercing. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, forcing out a chuckle.

Y/N: "Just… tired."

She didn’t buy it. Momo stepped closer, her eyes scanning you like she was searching for an answer you weren’t giving her.

Momo: "Bullshit."

Your stomach tightened. She wasn’t wrong.

Momo: "You’re off today. Your rhythm, your energy—your focus."

She reached out, fingers gripping your wrist lightly.

Momo: "Is something wrong?"

Yes. Everything was wrong. You had slept with Sana. Her sister-like member. You had crossed a line you could never uncross, and the worst part? You still didn’t know why you let it happen.

Momo: "Y/N."

Her voice was softer now, gentle even, but it only made the weight in your chest grow heavier.

Y/N: "I…"

Your throat closed up. The words wouldn’t come out. Momo squeezed your wrist slightly, urging you to continue. But how the hell were you supposed to tell her? How were you supposed to look into her eyes—the same eyes that trusted you, that loved you—and say the words that would break her? You clenched your jaw, looking away.

Y/N: "It’s nothing, really. Just been overworked lately."

Lying felt disgusting. But telling the truth? That would destroy her. Momo studied you for a long moment before sighing, letting go of your wrist.

Momo: "Fine. If you don’t wanna tell me, I won’t force you."

She took a step back, giving you space, but her gaze lingered.

Momo: "But don’t think I don’t notice, Y/N. Something’s different."

A chill ran down your spine. She knew. Not the truth. Not yet. But she felt it. Something had changed. And no matter how much you wanted to deny it— So did you.

You exhaled slowly, rolling your shoulders as if that could somehow shake off the tension coiling inside you. Momo had stepped back, but she was still watching, her sharp gaze dissecting you in ways that made your skin prickle.

But you didn’t notice her lips twitching upward. That subtle, knowing smile. It wasn’t amusement. Nor was it mockery. It was patience. She could see it—how you were struggling to hold something back. How you wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. And that’s what made her wait. Momo was never the type to push when it truly mattered. She knew you well enough to understand that sooner or later, you would break. And when you did? She would be right there, waiting to hear everything.

The moment you opened your mouth, drawing in a deep breath to finally let the words spill out, the door creaked open. Your stomach dropped. Sana walked in like she owned the room, confidence wrapped around her like a second skin. That knowing smile played on her lips, the same one she had two nights ago—when she had you under her, tangled in sheets and sin.

Momo turned her head slightly, eyes flickering toward Sana before returning to you. She had caught it. The way your body stiffened, the barely-there twitch in your fingers, the split-second of hesitation that wouldn’t have meant much to anyone else—but to Momo? It meant everything. Sana hummed lightly, strolling closer, her gaze lingering on you.

Sana: "Hard at work, I see," she mused, voice carrying a teasing lilt.

You clenched your jaw. This wasn’t the time. This wasn’t the place. But Sana? She was playing a game. And Momo, without a doubt, was starting to catch on. The air in the practice room turned thick—not with exhaustion from dance, but with the weight of something unspoken. Momo and Sana exchanged a glance. And then… they smiled. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t awkward. It was as if they were in on something. You swallowed, shifting slightly under their gazes. Before you could speak, Momo tilted her head, her expression teasing yet unreadable.

Momo: "Had fun with Sana, Y/N-ah~?"

Your heart dropped. It wasn’t an accusation. It wasn’t anger. It was something else entirely. Silence stretched between you for a moment, your thoughts racing at a dizzying speed. Sana, still standing close, hummed lightly as if entertained by the tension crackling in the air. Your throat felt dry. This was it. You looked Momo in the eyes and forced yourself to speak.

Y/N: "It… happened. I won’t lie to you, Momo. I messed up."

Your hands curled into fists at your sides.

Y/N: "I should’ve stopped. I should’ve—"

Words failed you. You let out a slow breath, shoulders drooping as the weight of it all settled in.

Y/N: "I’m sorry. To both of you."

You turned to Sana briefly before shifting your gaze back to Momo.

Y/N: "I don’t deserve either of your hearts if I can’t handle myself properly. If I can’t even—"

Momo cut you off with a soft chuckle.

Momo: "I knew."

Your stomach twisted. You blinked, brows furrowing as her words settled in.

Y/N: "What?"

She exhaled, her expression soft yet unreadable.

Momo: "I knew long before it even happened."

Shock froze you in place. Sana, standing beside you, simply smiled—like this was the most natural thing in the world. What the hell was going on here?

Your world tilted. The walls of the practice room felt like they were closing in, every breath you took feeling heavier than the last. Momo’s words lingered in the air like a slow-burning fuse.

Momo: “I knew long before it even happened.”

Your voice barely scraped past your throat.

Y/N: “How… how so?”

Momo and Sana exchanged a look. It was brief, but in that second, something unspoken passed between them—like a secret they had long since accepted. Momo sighed, stretching her arms before resting them on her hips.

Momo: “You really don’t notice things, do you?”

The way she said it—like she was fondly exasperated—only made your nerves coil tighter. She took a step closer.

Momo: “Let me take you back.”

Flashback — 3 Days After Sana’s Confession in the Production Room

Momo hadn’t planned to confront Sana. But something about her behavior had been… off. She was still her usual bright, affectionate self, but there were moments—fleeting, yet telling—where her expression dropped, where her eyes lingered on nothing like she was drowning in her own thoughts. Momo noticed. And it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

One night, as the two of them sat in their shared hotel room after a schedule, Momo finally said it.

Momo: “You love him too, don’t you?”

Sana’s entire body stiffened. She was caught. Momo could see it in the way her fingers curled against the fabric of the blanket, in the way her lips parted just slightly, as if struggling to find a response. Sana swallowed.

Sana: “...Why are you asking me that?”

Her voice was tight, barely above a whisper. Momo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she watched Sana, her gaze patient but unwavering. The room was silent. And then— Sana broke. Her hands balled into fists as she exhaled sharply, her head tilting back as if trying to hold something in.

Sana: “I can’t help it, Momo.”

Her voice cracked.

Sana: “I’ve tried—believe me, I’ve tried—but the way he looks at you…”

She let out a hollow laugh.

Sana: “The way he speaks about you, the way he’s so devoted to you… it just makes me want to be selfish.”

Her eyes, when they met Momo’s again, were stormy with emotion.

Sana: “I can’t handle it.”

Momo took in the sight of her friend—her sister—and for the first time in a long while, she felt a pang of guilt. Because she understood. She saw it—the way Sana’s eyes softened whenever you were around, the way her touches lingered just a second too long, the way her smiles seemed bittersweet whenever you gave all your attention to Momo. Sana had been suffering alone. And it wasn’t fair. So Momo, without even thinking, blurted out the one thing that changed everything.

Momo: “Then let’s share him.”

Sana froze.

Her eyes snapped to Momo’s face, wide and disbelieving.

Sana: “What?”

Momo swallowed. It was crazy. Outrageous. But at the same time… it made sense.

Momo: “We’re more than just members, right?”

She tilted her head, lips pressing together.

Momo: “We’re sisters.”

Sana’s breath hitched. Momo pressed on

Momo: “And we both love him.”

She exhaled slowly, choosing her next words carefully.

Momo: “Sana, I don’t want to let him go. But I also don’t want to see you like this. And I know you—you don’t want to let him go either.”

Sana didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. Momo took that as a sign to continue.

Momo: “It’s not exactly normal… but if it’s us, I think we can make it work.”

Silence. Sana stared at her. Her expression was unreadable—shock, disbelief, hesitation… and something else. Something dangerous. Sana licked her lips.

Sana: “You’d really be fine with that?”

There was doubt in her voice. A test. Momo’s stomach churned, but she held her ground. It was a little icky, sure. The idea of sharing the person she loved. But the thought of letting you go? That was far worse. So, Momo nodded.

Momo: “Yeah. I would.”

Sana’s breath shuddered. And then… she smiled. A slow, sultry curve of her lips, as if she had just won the most dangerous game. She exhaled softly, gaze lidded.

Sana: “Alright, then.”

She tilted her head, her smile deepening.

Sana: “Let’s share him.”

Back to Present — Practice Room

Your mind felt like static. You stared at them, eyes wide, unable to process what you had just heard.

Y/N: “You… you two…”

Your voice faltered. They had planned this. Before it even happened. Sana was watching you with amusement, like she had been waiting for this exact reaction. You took a step back, your head still reeling. Momo simply smiled, her eyes holding a certain warmth.

Y/N: “You were fine with it? Just like that?”

Momo’s expression softened.

Momo: “Y/N, it’s not like it was an easy decision.”

She stepped forward, reaching out.

Momo: “But I know what I feel. And so does Sana.”

Sana hummed, taking a step to your other side.

Sana: “We both love you, Y/N.”

She tilted her head.

Sana: “And now you don’t have to choose.”

Your stomach flipped. The weight of everything settled hard on your shoulders. This was real. This was happening. And you had no idea what to do next.

The weight of everything was suffocating.

It pressed down on your chest like a stone, heavy and unrelenting.

Your legs felt weak, your balance uncertain, and before you could stop yourself, you sank down onto the cool wooden floor of the practice room.

You never cried openly—not in front of them, not in front of anyone.

But this time, it felt impossible to hold it all in.

You didn’t sob.

There was no dramatic outburst.

But your hands curled into fists against your knees, your head hung low, and before you knew it, warm tears began slipping down your face, dropping silently onto your lap.

The room was dead silent.

The only sound was your own ragged breathing, uneven and heavy, as if your chest couldn’t decide whether to collapse or expand.

A gentle rustle of fabric.

Then a soft, familiar warmth settled beside you.

Sana.

She didn’t hesitate.

Without a word, she reached out, her fingers brushing against your arm before sliding down to grip your hand.

A light squeeze—firm, grounding, yet hesitant.

Like she wasn’t sure if she had the right to comfort you.

She spoke, her voice low and careful, yet laced with guilt.

Sana: “Y/N… it wasn’t your fault.”

You stiffened.

Your hands curled tighter against your knees.

Y/N: “It was.”

Your voice was hoarse, almost broken.

You lifted your head slightly, blinking at nothing in particular, your vision blurred from unshed tears.

Y/N: “Even if you two had this… this deal, I didn’t know about it.”

A sharp breath escaped your lips.

Y/N: “That means, to me, it was still cheating.”

Another heavy silence.

Then—

Sana: “You were drunk, Y/N.”

Your jaw clenched.

Sana shifted closer, her presence gentle yet insistent.

Sana: “That night… I took advantage of that.”

Her voice wavered slightly.

Sana: “I knew you were vulnerable, and I still—”

She exhaled sharply, squeezing your hand again.

Sana: “I used my words. I used myself. I played dirty because I didn’t know what else to do.”

She swallowed hard.

Sana: “I wanted you so badly, and I knew that if I didn’t act… I might never get the chance again.”

Her fingers trembled against yours.

Sana: “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You finally turned your head to look at her.

Her eyes—shining with regret, but unwavering—met yours.

She meant it.

But that didn’t change the ache in your chest.

Your voice was quieter this time.

Y/N: “Momo trusted me.”

You glanced at Momo, who was still standing in front of you.

She wasn’t crying.

She wasn’t even frowning.

If anything… she looked oddly calm.

Like she had already processed all of this long before you even had the chance to.

That only made it worse.

Momo crouched down, resting her forearms on her knees.

Momo: “Y/N.”

Her tone was softer now, carrying none of the teasing from before.

Momo: “I knew.”

Her lips curled into something gentle, but firm.

Momo: “I knew it would happen.”

You opened your mouth, but Momo shook her head before you could say anything.

Momo: “Not just because we made that deal.”

She exhaled, tilting her head slightly.

Momo: “I knew because I know you.”

Her eyes flickered over you—taking in your disheveled state, the guilt written all over your face—before locking onto yours again.

Momo: “And I know Sana.”

She let out a quiet chuckle, though it held no real amusement.

Momo: “She was never going to give up on you, Y/N. And you—”

Her expression softened even more.

Momo: “You were never going to push her away.”

The truth in her words hit you like a punch to the gut.

Because she was right.

No matter how much you wanted to convince yourself otherwise…

You never stood a chance against Sana’s persistence.

Sana squeezed your hand again, her warmth pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts.

Sana: “I’m sorry for how I did it.”

She hesitated, biting her lip.

Sana: “But I’m not sorry for wanting you.”

Her honesty was blunt, raw in a way that sent another wave of conflict crashing over you.

Momo finally sat down beside you, placing her hand on your other knee.

Momo: “Y/N, listen to me.”

Her fingers tightened slightly, as if to ground you.

Momo: “What happened that night doesn’t make you undeserving of us.”

Your breath hitched.

Momo: “You were caught in the middle of something we had already decided on.”

She smiled faintly, squeezing your knee.

Momo: “You didn’t betray me.”

Your throat felt tight again.

Y/N: “...But I still hurt you.”

Momo tilted her head, considering you for a long moment.

Then, she shrugged.

Momo: “Maybe a little.”

Her honesty stung.

But then she smiled—genuine, warm.

Momo: “But not in the way you think.”

Her hand slid up to cup your cheek.

Momo: “I love you, Y/N.”

Her voice was unwavering.

Momo: “And I knew loving you meant I’d have to accept that someone else would, too.”

She nudged your forehead with hers.

Momo: “You’re too easy to love, you know that?”

A shaky breath left your lips.

Sana chuckled beside you, resting her head against your shoulder.

Sana: “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

You exhaled slowly, your mind still racing, still struggling to fully accept what they were saying.

But as Momo’s fingers stroked your cheek and Sana’s warmth pressed against your side…

A small part of you started to believe them.

Just a little.

Just enough.

For now.

A deep sigh left your lips, the weight on your chest loosening just a bit.

Not entirely, but enough.

Enough to breathe again.

Enough to accept that, no matter how much you agonized over it, Momo and Sana had already decided this long before you even knew.

Momo must have noticed the way your shoulders relaxed because her eyes narrowed playfully.

Momo: “So, is that a surrender?”

Her voice was laced with amusement, but you could hear the underlying warmth beneath it.

You gave her a tired look before muttering—

Y/N: “I guess…?”

A scoff.

Then, a mischievous giggle from your side.

Sana: “Ooooh~ look at that, Momo. He’s already breaking.”

Her smug tone sent a shiver down your spine before you even turned to see her expression.

When you did, you immediately regretted it.

Sana’s lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, her chin resting against your shoulder as she gazed up at Momo triumphantly.

Sana: “I told you he’d start swaying towards me.”

Her fingers traced lazy circles along your forearm, the touch light yet undeniably possessive.

Momo huffed, crossing her arms as she shot you an exaggerated mock glare.

Momo: “Unbelievable.”

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head dramatically.

Momo: “I leave you alone for one night, and suddenly you’re wobbly in our commitment?”

You groaned, rubbing your temples.

Y/N: “That’s not—”

Sana: “It sooo is.”

Sana grinned, cutting you off immediately, her amusement only growing as she poked your cheek.

Sana: “Face it, Y/N. You love me too~.”

Your jaw tensed at her words, your mind screaming at you to deny it, to fight back—to say that this wasn’t just some game.

But when you opened your mouth—

Nothing came out.

Because no matter how much you wanted to push back, no matter how much you wanted to argue that this was all too fast, too much—

Deep down, you knew.

You weren’t fighting because it wasn’t true.

You were fighting because it was.

Sana saw it instantly.

Her smirk widened, her grip on your arm tightening slightly.

Sana: “See that, Momo? He can’t even deny it.”

Momo sighed, resting her chin in her palm.

Momo: “Tsk. You’re annoying when you’re right.”

Sana beamed, clearly thriving on the validation.

Sana: “Say it again, but slower~.”

Momo rolled her eyes, flicking Sana’s forehead.

Momo: “Don’t push it.”

You exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Y/N: “Are you two seriously going to turn this into some kind of competition?”

Momo blinked.

Then, she shrugged.

Momo: “I mean… kinda?”

Sana laughed, fully wrapping herself around your arm now.

Sana: “Oh, definitely.”

Your stomach dropped.

Y/N: “Oh god.”

Sana’s voice lowered, her tone teasing as she leaned closer.

Sana: “You should be excited, Y/N. It just means you’ll get twice the love from us~.”

You shot Momo a pleading look.

Y/N: “You’re going to let her say stuff like that?”

Momo gave you a sweet, innocent smile.

Momo: “Why not? It’s true.”

You groaned, letting your head fall back against the wall.

You were so screwed.

A shiver ran down your spine as Sana’s soft laughter filled the practice room.

The air felt thicker, almost stifling, as the two women exchanged a look—one that sent alarm bells ringing in your head.

Then, Momo moved.

Slow. Deliberate.

Your breath caught in your throat as she dropped to all fours, her movements almost predatory as she crawled forward across the wooden floor.

She wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

Your heart pounded wildly against your ribs, your back pressed firmly against the cool mirror behind you.

Sana, still beside you, leaned in closer, her lips brushing just near your ear.

Sana: “Now that everything’s settled…”

A pause.

A deliberate, agonizing pause.

Then, in a voice dripping with pure mischief—

Sana: “Why don’t we make this official?”

Your stomach dropped.

Your throat felt dry.

Before you could even process what she meant, Momo finally reached you—her hands bracing on either side of your legs, her dark eyes locked onto yours with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Momo: “A proper start.”

Your lips parted slightly, trying to form words, but the only thing that came out was—

Y/N: “H-huh?”

Sana giggled, leaning her weight against you while tilting her head.

Sana: “Come on, Y/N. You know what we mean~.”

Your entire face burned at the implication.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Your eyes darted between them, looking for some kind of sign that they were just messing with you.

That this was just another one of their playful teasing sessions.

But nothing about their expressions screamed ‘just joking.’

Momo’s lips curled slightly.

Momo: “He’s blushing.”

Sana beamed, clearly pleased with herself.

Sana: “Awww, that’s adorable~.”

You immediately turned your head away, groaning as you covered your face with your hand.

Y/N: “You two are insane.”

Sana huffed, poking at your arm.

Sana: “Excuse you, it’s a great idea.”

Momo nodded, arms now resting on your knees as she gazed up at you.

Momo: “It only makes sense, doesn’t it?”

You turned back to look at her, expression filled with pure disbelief.

Y/N: “Sense???”

Sana laughed at your reaction, clearly enjoying how flustered you were.

Sana: “Well, yeah. You love me. You love Momo. We love you. Simple math.”

You let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through your hair.

Y/N: “That is not how math works.”

Momo shrugged.

Momo: “It’s our kind of math.”

Sana nodded sagely.

Sana: “Yep. TWICE math.”

You groaned again, slumping against the mirror.

These two were going to kill you.

The moment Momo's fingers curled around the hem of your shirt, you knew there was no escaping this.

"Momo—"

She silenced you with a look—dark, hungry—before yanking the fabric up and over your head in one smooth motion. The cool air of the practice room hit your bare skin, making your breath hitch.

Sana, ever the instigator, wasted no time. Her hands slid up your chest, nails scraping lightly as she leaned in, her lips brushing your ear.

"Relax, baby~," she purred. "We're gonna take such good care of you."

Momo's hands were already working on your belt, her movements efficient, purposeful. The buckle clinked as it came undone, and then—

"Ah—!"

Her palm pressed firmly against your growing bulge through your pants, making your hips jerk involuntarily.

"So eager," Momo murmured, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the fabric.

Sana giggled, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled your head back, forcing you to meet her gaze.

"Look at you," she cooed. "Already falling apart for us."

Momo didn’t bother with teasing. Your pants and boxers were shoved down in one go, your cock springing free, already leaking at the tip.

"Fuck," Momo breathed, her eyes locked onto your length.

Sana didn’t hesitate either. She dropped to her knees beside Momo, her fingers wrapping around your shaft in tandem with Momo’s, their hands stroking you in unison.

"Mmm~... look how hard he is for us," Sana hummed, her thumb swiping over your slit, spreading the pre-cum.

Momo leaned in, her tongue flicking against your tip before swirling around the head.

"Hahh—!" Your back arched off the mirror, your hands fisting in their hair as they devoured you together.

Sana took the base, her lips sealing around your shaft as she sucked hard, while Momo focused on the tip, her tongue lapping at the sensitive underside.

"Ngh~! Fuck—!"

The wet, filthy sounds of their mouths working you over filled the room, their tongues colliding around your cock in a way that made your vision blur.

Just as you were teetering on the edge, Momo pulled back, her lips glistening with spit.

"Not yet," she ordered, her voice firm.

Sana pouted but obeyed, releasing you with a pop.

Momo stood, her fingers trailing up your chest as she pressed her body against yours, her breasts pressing into your bare skin.

"My turn," she whispered, before crashing her lips onto yours.

The kiss was dominant, claiming, her tongue plundering your mouth as her hands roamed your body.

Sana, never one to be left out, nipped at Momo’s shoulder, her fingers sneaking between Momo’s thighs.

"Mmhn~... greedy," Momo murmured against your lips, but she didn’t stop Sana’s exploring hands.

Momo pushed you down onto the practice room floor, her legs straddling your hips as she lowered herself onto your cock in one smooth motion.

"Ahh~!" Her head tilted back, her walls clenching around you as she took you deep.

Sana grinned, crawling behind Momo, her hands gripping Momo’s hips as she ground against her ass.

"You feel so good inside her," Sana whispered, her fingers digging into Momo’s skin as she watched you fuck her.

Momo rolled her hips, her pace steady, controlled, her eyes locked onto yours.

"Mine," she growled.

Sana laughed, her hands sliding up Momo’s body to cup her breasts, her thumbs flicking over her nipples.

"Ours," Sana corrected, before biting Momo’s neck.

Momo moaned, her rhythm stuttering as Sana teased her, her own arousal dripping down her thighs.

You snapped, your hips pounding up into Momo as your hands dug into her waist, desperate for release.

"I—I can’t—!"

Momo’s nails scratched down your chest as she rode you harder, her orgasm cresting.

"Cum," she ordered.

And you obeyed.

Your release exploded inside her, your cock pulsing as she milked you dry, her own climax wracking through her body.

Sana grinned, pressing a kiss to Momo’s shoulder as she watched you both come undone.

"Official enough for you?" she teased.

You collapsed, boneless, your chest heaving.

These two were definitely going to kill you.

The moment Momo collapsed beside you, breathless and sated, Sana wasted no time. Her fingers trailed down your sweat-slicked chest, her dark eyes gleaming with unfinished mischief.

"Mmhn~... already tired?" she teased, her lips brushing your earlobe. "And here I thought we were just getting started."

Before you could respond, she climbed onto your lap, her bare thighs straddling your hips, her wetness smearing against your spent cock. You groaned, oversensitive and twitching, but Sana didn’t care.

"Sana— ahh— I can’t—"

She silenced you with a finger to your lips, her other hand trailing down to stroke your length back to life.

"Shhh~," she cooed. "Noona’s gonna make you feel so good again."

Momo, still catching her breath from her own climax, watched with hooded eyes as Sana worked you over, her fingers pumping your cock with lewd, slick sounds.

"F-fuck— Sana—!"

Her grip tightened, her thumb swirling over your tip, gathering the fresh pre-cum already beading there.

"Look at him, Momo," Sana purred, her voice dripping with sin. "He’s begging for me."

Momo moaned softly, her hand sliding between her own thighs as she watched Sana torture you.

"So pretty," Momo murmured, her fingers rubbing lazy circles over her clit.

Sana leaned down, her tongue flicking against your tip before taking you into her mouth in one smooth glide.

"Hahh~!" Your back arched, your hands fisting in her hair as she sucked you deep, her throat fluttering around your length.

Momo whimpered, her own fingers thrusting into her pussy as she watched Sana bob her head, her lips stretching obscenely around your girth.

"God— fuck— Sana—!"

She pulled off with a pop, her lips glossy with spit as she smirked up at you.

"Mmhn~... you taste even better when you’re desperate," she murmured, before swallowing you down again.

Momo’s breath hitched, her hips rolling against her hand as Sana sucked you raw, her noises filthy and wet.

"Ahh~! I-I’m gonna—!"

Sana dug her nails into your thighs, her pace relentless as she milked you with her throat.

"Cum," she ordered, her voice muffled around your cock.

And you obeyed. Despite it seem to be pathetic how willing you are to these Japanese duo of TWICE

Your release exploded down her throat, her lips sealed tight as she swallowed every drop, her eyes locked onto yours the entire time.

When she finally pulled off, her tongue darted out to catch the stray drop on her chin.

"Mmm~... delicious," she hummed, before collapsing onto your chest, sated and smug.

Momo laughed breathlessly, her own fingers still working between her thighs.

"Now that," Momo panted, "was hot."

Sana's fingers intertwined with yours, her warmth grounding you. On the other side, Momo rested her head against your shoulder, sighing contently. No words were needed, only the steady rhythm of their breaths, the quiet understanding that this—they—were real.

You exhaled slowly, the weight of fear and doubt easing away, "You two are unbelievable.."

Momo chuckled, squeezing your hand, "Ah-Ah, we are the older ones. But even we are unbelievable, we are yours.."

Sana smiled, tilting her head, "And your ours, no?"

An airy soft chuckle escaped your soft lips, heart racing, "Yeah yeah, noona, iam yours.." and just, like that peace settled in.

....then i asked, "Whose gonna explain the smell of sex in this practise room?" and Momo and Sana's head snapped together at each other and me. Either with fear or dread but mix of mischief?

Somethings don't change cutely..

[inkbeforethestorm]

“Twister Proposal” Tyler Owens x Reader

He proposes mid-tornado. Literally.

Warnings: Tornado warning (but not directly impacting the team), lots of fluff! Not proofread!

Word count: 962

It was a scorching humid day in Oklahoma, just like any other day in the middle of summer. The team was staying in a motel southwest of Oklahoma City waiting for the next round of storms to start developing. You and Lily were laying as flat and as still has possible while a fan at the end of the bed was rotating back and forth over you. The rest of the team were likely doing the same or at least that’s what you thought. 

You and Tyler met when you were tagging along with another storm chasing team to find out if you liked it enough to leave your home behind. Turns out you loved it so much you ended up joining the Tornado Wranglers helping with PR and budgeting, and sold your house within a week to move to Arkansas to be closer to the Wranglers. You and Tyler had become very close and started dating within a few months of you joining the team. You were officially girlfriend/boyfriend by 4 months. Which leads to now… 2 years later. Tyler has decided to surprise you and propose to you in front of a tornado.

Tyler and the rest of the team were in the room two doors down plotting out the best location for if a tornado touched down. Lily was put on distraction duty which she was ok with since it was so hot. She took you out earlier that morning to get your nails done and disguised it as a girls day out. The team was currently arguing for the last 5 minutes about the probability of a photogenic tornado touching down today and one that wasn’t super strong or fast.

Tyler was grateful for all their help since he knew he couldn’t do it alone. Ben was on photo duty, Boone on video, and Lily was going to see if she could strap a GoPro to her drone to record from above. Dani and Dexter were in charge of making sure everything was picture perfect by making sure all of the vehicles and everyone but you and Tyler were out of the pictures and videos. 

An alarm started going off on everyone’s phones signaling that the first storm had popped up near Wheeler, TX. Everyone raced from wherever they were sitting or leaning, grabbed all of their gear, and loaded it into the vehicles. You started climbing into the back seat of Tyler’s truck, but Boone stopped you.

“You get shotgun today.”

“I do?  I thought it wasn’t my turn till the next storm chase?”

“Yeah, I just don’t feel like sitting up front today.”

He quickly climbed into the truck before you could ask why. Tyler was walking back from putting his bag into the camper and opened the passenger door for you. You thanked him and quietly giggled to yourself. You loved how he opened doors for you and was such a gentleman. What you didn’t see was Tyler hiding his right side behind the passenger door and quickly putting a little box into his shirt pocket. 

About an hour later, outside of the small town of Chester, you get a tornado warning for just west of the team’s current location. Tyler pulls off on the side of the road after finding a decent spot without too many trees, or at least that’s what you thought. In reality, Boone was on Google Street View trying to find the best spot and had given Tyler a thumbs up in the rearview mirror when you weren’t looking, and had sent the directions to Tyler’s phone. 

“Alright team! Looks like this is going to be the best spot to watch the tornado!” Tyler said excitedly.

You all get out of the vehicles and start making sure all of the gear is set up and ready to go. You're standing at the tailgate of Tyler’s truck and start hearing the rumble of the tornado. You turn around to see a beautiful twister coming just to your southwest. Tyler and Boone had made sure the team wouldn’t be in danger of getting hit by the tornado or debris, but close enough that it would be noticeable in the pictures. Tyler quickly came around from the drivers side and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the nearby field. You laughed as you were now running to keep up with Tyler, thinking that he was just being romantic and silly. 

“Slow down!” You shout while laughing.

“Never!”

Once you are pretty much in the middle of the field away from all of the trees and power lines, Tyler turns around and grabs your other hand as the tornado passes in front of you.

“Y/n there’s something I need to ask you.” Tyler says breathlessly. He pauses for a minute.

“Go ahead and ask it then cowboy,” you respond, equally as breathless.

“When we started dating, you told me if you feel it, chase it. And chase you I did.”

You laugh knowing that you had gone on several up and downs with Tyler and running back home a few times.

“Now, I would like to chase you forever.” 

You gasp as he knelt to the ground on one knee, pulling out the little box he had hidden earlier.

“Y/n Y/ln, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! Absolutely!" You say beyond excited.

He laughs, puts the ring on your finger, and spins you around in the air. You can hear the team cheering off in the distance, the team are so happy that it all worked out with all of their planning. 

When Tyler puts you back down on the ground, you both turn towards the tornado, now starting to fizzle out, before you turn back to each other.

“Are you going to kiss me Mr. Owens?”

“I might never stop Mrs. Owens.”

A/N: Probably not my best work, but how is it easier to write an almost 1,000 word one-shot than a 500 word discussion board?😅😭 Also I haven't watched Twisters yet, but I love the music and watching the clips on YouTube! Requests are open so if you have any suggestions for more Tyler Owens one-shots, let me know!

[wileys-russo]

Mary Earps, "will you marry me"..."we're already married", nightclub/party/some sort of night out

marry me II m.earps

you weren't able to go to the game because of work but you'd heard how well mary played, score checking as often as you could when your boss wasn't looking though you knew he really wouldn't mind all that much being a united supporter himself.

finally on your afternoon break you'd had a chance to call her, getting the full recap on everything including what sounded like a rocket of a goal from both maya and ella, united going up 4-0 in one of their best games of the season.

it killed you to have to cut your wife off mid story but with only a couple minutes left mary was more than understanding as you promised to meet her with the team once you finished, not thinking you'd make it in time for dinner but they had plans to go out afterwards to a karaoke bar.

"-and i promise not to sing a single abba song until you arrive beautiful!" mary promised and you could hear the grin in her voice as you softened, the two of you having met when a rather tipsy mary had mistaken you for a friend and tried to sweep you off your feet to have a dance to voulez vouz years ago.

now it was your unspoken song, always making sure to get it requested whenever you went out with friends, the two of you in your own little bubble as you'd giggle and swing one another around like the lovesick idiots you really were.

telling her you loved her and again how proud you were of yet another clean sheet under her belt you ended the call and hurried back to your desk where a large number of emails awaited you.

you were somewhat grateful for how busy your afternoon was given that it made the rest of your shift fly past, your timer going to clock out jolting you from your chair almost as you saved the doc you were working on and shut down your monitor.

collecting your things you said your goodbyes to your coworkers and headed out, wishing you'd bought a second jacket as you speed walked from the office to the tube, settling a little once you were inside and headed home.

it was the same story as you power walked from the station to the bus, and then from the bus stop to your flat you shared with your girlfriend. your new years resolution this year had been to use public transport to get to work at least twice a week.

given the business you worked for operated seven days a week and you only worked five including like today the occasional weekend it was going quite well so far, even if also like today it was that little bit harder with the weather.

by the time you let yourself inside it was nearing half past seven, and still needing a shower and some food you sent your wife a message indicating as much with a promise to keep her updated on your eta.

you melted at her reply text, following her instructions and going to the fridge where indeed she'd already cooked you dinner earlier this morning, the food just needing to be heated up.

not wanting to chance spilling food on anything you ate before you showered, putting on the highlights of the match and watching on proudly with a smile, cheering as though you didn't already know the outcome.

finishing up you rinsed and stacked your bowl and the tupperware in the dishwasher which was nearly full, tossing a tablet in and clicking it on as you thanked your wife for the meal and ducked into the shower.

by the time you showered and changed, finally looking presentable, it was nearing nine and mary had already informed around twenty minutes ago they were headed to the bar from the restaurant and she'd see you there.

ordering an uber you slipped on your shoes and grabbed a jacket, greeting the driver but otherwise remaining quiet, grateful that he picked up on that and just turned the radio on as you messaged mary you'd arrived.

thanking the uber you stepped out and joined the small line to enter the bar, grateful for the jacket around your shoulders as a sharp breeze whipped through the night air.

you frowned a little when mary hadn't texted back, but assuming she just hadn't heard her phone you'd barely stepped foot into the bar before a couple of bodies tumbled into you.

"ya made it!" you laughed as millie lifted you into the air in a tight hug and ella hugged your other side, the two having spotted you enter from the bar as they hustled you back over with them to grab a drink.

you greeted a few more of the girls and their partners as you waited, looking around for your wife but unable to spot her. "you might want to prepare yourself babe." maya warned patting your shoulder and handing you your drink as you gave her a curious look.

"dumb and dumber here have been feeding mary shots so she's...a little bit tipsy." maya smiled apologetically as you chuckled, knowing from her tone that was clearly an understatement as you followed her back to the booths where most of the team was hanging around.

"hello beautiful!" you heard her before you saw her, the taller girl crashing into you as maya hurried to grab your drink from your hand or else you'd have wound up wearing it as your wife practically tackled you down onto the lounge.

"mary! watch out ya idiot." katie laughed with a shake of her head. "hi baby, having fun?" you smiled, taking your drink back off maya and settling it down on the table as mary sat up and nodded, arm draped securely over your shoulders.

"so much fun!" she giggled and you grinned at the bright red flush across her cheeks you knew only appeared when she'd had far too much to drink. "mm i can see that, whats this i hear about shots?" you teased sipping at your own drink.

"mary!" you groaned as you barely had a mouthful before the goalkeeper had taken it from your hand and downed it, her only response being to grab your face and smash her lips to yours causing your neck to warm and wolf whistles to ring out around you.

"okay okay! down girl." you laughed pushing at her chest as she again chased your lips with a grin. "no i missed ya, c'mere." she tugged at your dress as you shook your head. "you owe me a drink earps." you warned booping her nose with a grin.

"mary watch out!" you laughed again as she practically leapt over you and made a beeline for the bar, dragging millie along with her. "no more shots for her turner i mean it!" you yelled after them as millie only winked and you sighed.

turns out, there was more shots.

a couple of hours had passed since you'd arrived and having sung three times now both with your wife or friends you were ready to call it a night, mary barely able to hold her head up.

"i'm gonna get us an uber. can you help me get her up?" you chuckled to leah and millie, millie who had sobered up scarily fast considering you'd watched her do shot after shot with your wife who was near passed out on your shoulder.

"maz, baby. come on up we get, we're gonna head home!" you shook her lightly as her eyes fluttered open and she mumbled something incomprehensible and slumped back down. nodding to millie and leah once the uber was booked the girls helped mary up who thankfully could mostly walk herself once she was.

"for earps? thank you." you checked with the uber, leah shoving mary in the back as you sat down beside her and buckled her in, thanking both girls and waving them off as they made their way back inside.

"are we on the tube?" mary lifted her head squinting her eyes with a slur making you chuckle. "no you muppet, we're in an uber." you rubbed her knee as she hummed and collapsed into you with a grunt.

thankfully the bar wasn't too far from your flat as the uber pulled up outside and you gently pushed mary to sit up, exiting the car and quickly making your way to her door.

opening it you grunted as the girl near fell out, the sudden drop at least waking her up enough to allow you to pull her out of the car, closing the door and stumbling your way up the driveway.

"come on babe, work with me here!" you groaned as she leaned her much taller body into you with a moan and a mumble of something that wasn't english, your fingers freezing and struggling with the key in the door as you finally popped it open.

"down we go!" you dropped your wife onto the sofa as she giggled and blinked a few times, sighing as you hurried to the bedroom to change.

grabbing clothes for mary you joined her again in the living room rolling your eyes as she was now properly passed out, mouth hanging open and all.

"maz, maz baby." you crouched down beside her and poked at her as she groaned and swatted you away. "come on, we need to get you changed you idiot!" you laughed, shaking her a bit harder now as she awoke and you helped her groggily sit up.

"oh hello darling." mary slurred, grabbing your hands and tugging you down to sit on her lap. "when did you get here? i missed ya." she mumbled making you laugh and shake your head, well prepared to tease her relentlessly for this tomorrow.

you helped her get dressed, ignoring the comments about buying her dinner first and her little teenage giggles as with absolutely no assistance from your wife you managed to get her changed.

"you're so so beautiful." mary smiled lazily pulling you down onto her lap again making you sigh but crack a smile. "will you marry me? i think you should marry me." the goalkeeper grinned with hooded eyes making you laugh.

"we're already married my love." you grabbed her hand and held up your own, the taller girl squinting at the rings which sat on them. "oh lovely! tick that off the list then." she ticked mid air as you rolled your eyes.

"come on you big dope, time to go to bed with your wife."

[danieyells]

Upcoming Card!

Do I usually capitalize that title? Do I usually use exclamation marks? For some reason i'm second guessing my formatting. Anyways.

Alan's birthday is April 25th!! You know what that means today--ALAN TAROT CARD!!! Tarot knowers should tell us what Strength means and how they relate it to Alan. . .although it seems kind of obvious lol. It doesn't follow the usual naming convention of cards though so I assume it's different maybe?

Thursday's previews should be the Sinostra Chuuka(Chinese) cards! One should come out Thursday, then Monday, then the following Thursday. Not sure what'll happen in the two weeks after that but May 23rd is Leo's birthday so we should be seeing his tarot card in about a month. Of course these are just guesses based on the existing patterns/release trends

Anyway you aren't here for me yapping.

Look at his little smile!!!!

Character Card: Strength(「力の誘惑」  "The Allure Of Strength") Skill: Steel Pipe Wielder(「鉄管の使い手」  "Steel Pipe Wielder") Fully Awakened Skill: Hard-Boiled Ghoul(「硬派なグール」  "Hardliner Ghoul" 「硬派」 can mean 'someone severe, inflexible, and uncompromising' however it can also be used to refer to young men with traditionally masculine interests--a "man's man"--or someone who's straight-laced when it comes to relationships.) Warding Card: Solitary Lost Property(「孤独な銀河の落とし物」  "Solitary Galaxy's Lost Property")

There's a cosmic bond and I actually know who's in it this time!!! I wonder why it showed up. . .not complaining though

Fumbled Words (「不器用に紡ぐ言葉」  "Clumsily Spun Words") - SATK: +4%; VIT: +(20×Player Rank)

Zenji - Night Parade

Ren - Private Viewing

Alan - Strength

Lyca - The Page Of Wands

Zenji(Warding Card) - Ghost Stories

Card Stats! Does the in-game Skill screen make it any better for the stat enjoyers?

It's time for the spiel~

Gacha is gambling! Banners rerun! You'll get an opportunity to pull for Alan and any other unit you want again, so don't give into FOMO and spend your money recklessly! Set limits and keep by them! Keep a close eye on what you're spending, because it's easy to lose track!

My Japanese is mid, the official localizations are there for a reason, take any translation I do with a grain of salt

If you're going somewhere, let people know where you plan to be and where you are in case you get lost!

I'll see you on Thursday! Expect screaming!

[yunzyoi]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐞 (s.jy)

[NSFW] That Damn Nose [Pt. 4] - jake x f!reader

𓂃۶ৎ [ 제이크] You were just trying to survive the last High School year. Just trying to get your shit together, trying be ready to be an adult. But you had one single distraction. Jake Sim, your math teacher.

٠࣪⭑ cw/tags: smut, soft!dom math teacher jake and sub f!reader student. plot?, porn, age gap (just two years), dirty talk, fingering, eating pussy, face riding, squirting, public, unprotected sex, rough sex, fluff, aftercare, mdni. don't read if uncomfortable.

٠࣪⭑ wc:

٠࣪⭑ tags: @woniesbae @nicholaslefthand @littlesweettea-aine @puppiesfolder @jsyuniez

You had a huge crush on your math professor since the year started. But what would you do if he felt the same attraction? ᯓ★

୨ৎ

You sit down in your bed with your phone in hand, groaning right after taking a shower to get ready for school. Jake mised two days of school. When you texted him, he said he was sick. You sigh softly, missing him and wondering if you should text him again today, just to see if he's going to school today but you don't wanna sound extremely intense. Your phone vibrates as you have an internal fight with yourself. You're heart skips a beat when you see it's a message from Jake.

6:30 a.m [Voice Note] Mr. Sim: Hey, gorgeous, sorry I didn't text you all weekend, heh, I've been really sick.

6:30 a.m [Text] You: It's okay :3

6:30 a.m [Text] You: You coming today?

6:31 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Miss me?

6:33 a.m [Text] You: Yeah

You drop your phone right after saying that to him and avoid looking at it even when he replies. You start getting your clothes put to get dressed for today. Jake was coming back today, you knew you didn't have to do it, but something in you makes you want to look so pretty for him and only him that you get the cutest skirt and top out. You sigh imagining how it'll be to see him again today, to stare at him while he teaches, to wait at the end of the class to sit on his lap.

You bite your lip looking at your drawer and your body shakes. You open it and look at the little lacy set you got a week go. You stare down at it. It was a pair of white lacy panties with bows and a quite see-through bra. You got ir because the second you saw it at the online store you thought of Jake. What would it be like if he saw you in it. Would he praise you? Would he say you're a mess? You haven't worn it yet, because you're a little embarrassed. But today, something just pushes you to do it.

You look at yourself in the mirror, the bra hugs your tits so well that you're sure Jake will notice the difference. You bit your lower lip and start getting dressed, only thinking about him, about his reaction, about what he'll say. And it drives you crazy, it makes you shiver in anticipation. You give yourself a last look into the mirror and grab your stuff to live knowing you'll be wet all day thinking of last period.

୨ৎ

You lay your head on the desk, covering a little and closing your eyes. Math class, finally. But it wasn't expected. Jake was acting weird, he wasn't looking at you, or coming to you, or smiling at you. Nothing, he was just there, acting all profesional. Insecurity eventually hits mid-class when you notice he isn't giving you any of the usual attention and you can't stand it. You bite your lip, trying not to think about it, but it's inevitable when the man you're so obsessed with, the man you so missed, the man you've given so much trust isn't acting like the usual.

Suddenly you feel someone caressing your hair. It's short, so short that no one could have noticed. But you know it happened, because Jake is there, smirking. You look at him as he walks away, the feeling of his fingers caressing the top of your head still there even though you didn't even have time to process it. He doesn't look at you after that, but you can see that smirk on his face, like he knows what he did. Is he doing this on purpose?

You don't lower your head anymore after that. You look at him, stare, get lost in the way he explains everything and fantasize a little more about what he'd say if he saw what you're wearing under your clothes. You bite your lip at the thought and straighten your body, fixing your top, somehow showing a little more of skin. If he was playing that little game of zero attention then you'd play with him.

Jake's heart drops when he glances at you for a second. He was planning on teasing you but the second he saw you, he almost forgets what he was saying. He tries to play it cool, praying he doesn't get worked up but his eyes slide down again, and again, and again.

At the end of the period, when everyone is leaving, you go to his desk, worksheets in hand, pretending you have a question. To others, you're annoying, because you always have questions. It isn't suspicious though, you always have questions for all of your teachers in every class, part of the reason you get good grades. But not with Jake, you didn't have questions for him.

"Go to my office" He whispers as he organizes his desk. It's not the first time you end up in his office after school with the excuse of tutoring so you nod and walk away.

Jake is a very organized man, you can tell from how clean his office always looks. You leave your backpack on the floor right when he opens the door and closes it behind him. He smiles when he sees you beside the desk and quickly moves in your direction. Jake acts fast, doesn't let you talk, his hand wrapping around your waist and making you sit on his lap. You gasp, surprised as he nuzzles your neck.

"God, I fucking missed you" He whispers huskily. "You're driving me crazy"

You shiver a little and can't help but smirk at his sudden needy behavior. Something about it making you happy. Happy that you're not the only needy one.

"Are you feeling better?" You ask and hear him chuckle while burying his face in your chest like that's what he's been dying to do since you pulled your top down in class.

"Now I am" He responds "You smell so good today, did you get a new perfume? God, it smells devine"

You blush. So he noticed the new perfume. You bite your lip, hands moving up to caress his hair.

"And you look so pretty" His nose teases your neck, making you lean more against him. "That skirt is new"

Oh so he was paying attention to you. Your heart starts beating faster at all his compliments and the way he's nuzzling into you while his hand slides between your thighs. Something in the way he notices everything about you makes your heart flutter.

"You got all pretty for me, mmh?" He asks softly placing a kiss on your neck. "I love it, baby" he murmurs against your skin and then chuckles. "I saw what you did"

"What?" You ask faking innocence but Jake moves his hand up and his finger tuggs on your top between your breasts.

"I'm trying to be a responsible teacher, you know?" He says and chuckles.

"You were just being annoying all class" You say and gasp, shocked that you even said that to him. "I mean—"

"Annoying" He repeats with a smirk and chuckles. "Damn... I don't look at you for two seconds and you hate me?"

"That was 45 minutes"

"30" Jake corrects, his finger brushing your skin up your neck. "You pulled the top down 30 minutes into the class"

You just look at him frowning, shocked that he even knows that and Jake chuckles, his finger now caressing your cheek.

"You want my attention that bad?" He asks and leans to whisper in your ear. "So bad that you even decided to wear cute underwear?"

Your heart goes crazy when he mentions it. You look down, and part of the lacy bra is sticking out. Jake grabs your chin in his fingers and makes you look at him.

"You're so dirty" He says softly and presses a kiss on the corner of your lips, then your lips. You shiver slightly and press your lips against his. "And eager" He says against them. He deepens the kiss, tugging on your lower lip, making you gasp just so he can shove his tongue in. Jake's kisses weren't like any other kiss you've had. For sure, you've had good kisses, even makeout sessions, but never as good as Jake's. It was like his lips were made to kiss and his tongue was made to suck on it. Kisses with Jake always get ao messy. He gropes you, pulls you flesh close to his own body, his tongue explores every corner of your mouth. It gets dirty, sloppy, and noisy in a disgusting yet delicious way. Jake pulls back looking down at your tits. "Fuck, I wanna see it" He whispers, his hands roaming over your body.

"Can I?" He asks pulling back, smirking at your deep blush when you nod. His fingers tug on your top pulling it over your head. The lacy bra wrapped perfectly around your tits. Jake feels his cock twitch at the sight, his hands quickly moving to your hips. "Fuck, it's so pretty" Jake sighs deeply and dives in between your tits. His lips leaving kisses and bites all over them. You gasp holding onto his shoulders. His lips wrap on your skin and suck deeply, leaving marks, his tongue darting out to lick the dark spots.

"Jake" You moan softly tugging on his hair and he looks up at you with desperate eyes. "I've missed you, you know" He whispers, nuzzling his nose between your tits. "Fuck"

Your heart skips a beat and you nod while he pulls you off his lap to take off your skirt. "Jesus" He whispers when he finally sees you in the set. His cock hardens completely and he feels like he's going to explode if he's not inside you for one more second. His hands wrap on your waist bringing you close between his legs and his face buries in your neck, leaving aggressive, wet kisses on your skin. "I want to fuck you so bad" He whispers, making you shiver. "Will you let me, mmh?" And you nod desperately.

You know you should feel embarrassed by how desperate you are for this man but you aren't, at all. Jake smirks and makes you sit on the desk opening your legs in front of his face. He leans, burying his face in your cunt, inhaling your scent through your lacy panties. You moan softly looking down, locking eyes with him. In a swift motion he pushes the fabric to the side, the cool air hitting your heat and he smirks so satisfied. "So wet" He whispers. "Bet you've been wet all day haven't you?" And you nod in such a submissive way that he has to hold back not to pull out his cock and shove it in you right now. "Does dressing up for me makes you so desperate and wet, huh?" You nod again, no shame. "Words, sweetheart"

"Mmgh... Yes" You say sweetly, his cock twitching at your tone and he can't hold back no more, his face is already buried in your pussy. You moan, hands landing on his hair hard. His nose digs against your clit while his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe. He hums, delighted by your taste. You being already so wet makes it messier, He pulls back leaking his lips watching you shake.

"Not gonna let you cum like that" He says unbuckling his belt. "Not when I can do it properly. Your eyes widen a little when he pulls out his cock and your entire world reduces to the fact that he's really in between your legs right now about to fuck you up.

You tug your fingers on your panties but he holds your wrists. "Leave them on" He says and presses the head of his cock against your pussy. "I wanna see how messy they gets when i fuck your pretty cunt, mmh" You moan softly as he grips your wrists and places them over your head againat the desk. "I'm gonna turn you into a mess, you want that, princess?"

You moan desperately and he grabs your chin. "Words." You nod quickly. "Yes, please" You say weakly, so desperate for him to just shove it inside. You've been waiting for this, you can't lie to yourself, or him. "Please fuck me"

Thats all he needs. He shoves it in in one go. The sesation of your wet gummy walls squeezing him driving him absolutely insane. His legs shake at the feeling before he starts moving. You moan and he leans down to cover your mouth. "Shut that pretty mouth if you don't wanna get caught, princess"

You roll your eyes back, his lenght was certainly something to talk about and his thickness was stretching you out at levels your pussy never reached before. You squirm when his thumb presses on your clit. Jake looks down, your pussy so wet and making disgusting noises that only turn him on even more.

He holds your waist and lift you up only to sit down with you on his lap. You bite his neck to surpass a moan. The new position allows you to feel all of him. You shake against him. "Jake" You protest, a little uncomfortable but he nuzzles your neck almost making you forget about it. "Yes, princess?" He says before he lifts you up a little and lowers you back down, making you bounce on it slowly. He then grabs your hips making you grind, riding him in a delicious way.

"Agh" You moan holding onto him feeling your legs shake. "Jake, I'm- I can't"

"Shh, I know" Jake kisses your neck to sooth you. "You can, princess" He encourages you while helping you bounce. "Cum for me, sweetheart, you gonna cum for me?"

You cling to him unable to form proper words and bite his neck again to hold back your sounds. Jake hisses, the pain mixing with the pleasure. He can feel your walls fluttering around his cock and it makes him see stars. "Mmh baby, cum for me, yeah?" He whispers squeezing your hips.

Your moans grow louder. Jake pulls back to kiss you, swallowing them. You bite his lower lip hard when you feel yourself at the verge of the orgasm and he lets you because he's almost numb by the feeling of his own. The knot in your stomach finally explodes inside, drawing waves of inmense pleasure across your body while cuming hard on his dick. Jake whimpers, breathy, the sensations almost making him pass out. His own orgasm peaks, and he pulls you up in a reflex not allowing himself to cum inside you but inevitably coming all over your stomach and panties.

You're so high in pleasure that you don't even have time to process what he just did, you just know this has been the best orgasm you've had ever. Jake pants, resting his forehead on your shoulder while you finally come down from it.

You try to calm dow, but he nuzzles your neck so good that you just moan sweetly. "Jake" You say. "Mmh I have to be home at 6..." You whisper, now a little aware of yourself but Jake wraps his strong arms around your waist bringing you closer. "Mmh, no" He whines softly.

You bite your lip, eyes rolling back at the feeling. Jake pulls back, finally back in his senses. "That was so fucking amazing" He says and leans his head back. "Jesus, I dreamed of that" He confesses with a stupid smile on his face and you chuckle because you know you did so as well.

"You did?" You ask, in a teasing tone, testing him but he doesn't get the hint, he just buries his face back on your neck, kissing it.

"Every single day" He murmurs. "And fuck, it was better than I imagined"

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

[Part 3]

[Prof Jake]

[Part 4] ₍^. .^₎⟆ - you're here ! (˶˃⤙˂˶)

[bohemianrapshawty]

Operation: Ask You Out

The hospital was a busy place, full of rushed footsteps, life-or-death decisions, and the constant hum of monitors and beeping machines. But there was one thing lately that wasn’t so life-or-death—though it was certainly taking up everyone's attention—and that was the ongoing "Dr. Robby and Y/N Situation."

It had started innocently enough. Robby had been his usual charming self, quietly going about his work, always there when you needed him. But one day, someone—probably a nurse who’d had too much caffeine—had jokingly remarked that it was only a matter of time before Robby asked you out.

From there, things had spiraled out of control.

It began with little comments here and there: a playful nudge from a nurse as you both walked past the break room, a teasing grin from one of the doctors. "So, when's the big date, huh?" someone would ask, a wink accompanying the words. At first, you brushed it off, too busy with patients to pay much mind. But then, the bets started.

It began innocently enough—a whisper between two nurses, a comment that was passed along the hallways. But soon, everyone in the Pitt was in on it. The doctors, the nurses, even the janitorial staff. Everyone had their own guess: when would Dr. Robby finally work up the nerve to ask you out?

"Alright, alright," one of the nurses, Lily, said one day, smirking as she pulled you aside, "I’ve got five bucks on next Friday at 4 p.m."

"Five bucks?" you raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Robby, who was completely oblivious as he scribbled on a clipboard across the room. "Are you really betting on this?"

"Oh, absolutely." She grinned. "Robby’s been looking at you like a puppy who's waiting for permission to chase a ball. It’s only a matter of time."

You sighed, shaking your head. "You're all ridiculous."

But no one could stop. The bets just kept coming, growing in absurdity as the days passed.

"Okay, 7:30 tomorrow morning, in the staff lounge," another nurse, Julia, declared one morning, flashing a grin at Robby. "He’s too obvious—he's definitely going to ask you out soon."

As for Robby, he had no idea what was going on. He was just his usual self: kind, quiet, focused on his work. But every now and then, he’d catch someone watching him with a knowing smile, or see a nurse wink at you in passing, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on.

And then there were the whispers. The whispers that grew louder with each passing day, until they were impossible to ignore.

One afternoon, as Robby was walking past the nurses' station, he overheard a conversation between two of the nurses.

"Do you think Robby’s going to do it today?" one of them asked.

"You know, I think he’s too shy. I’ll take next Thursday for sure."

Robby paused mid-step, his brow furrowing. "Wait… what’s going on?"

Lily, who had clearly been in on this for a while, quickly cleared her throat. "Oh, nothing, Robby. Just a little… hospital game."

"A game?" Robby’s voice carried with confusion. "What game?"

The nurse exchanged glances, their eyes flicking nervously between Robby and you, who was busy talking a few feet away.

Lily leaned in closer, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “We’re betting on when you’ll ask Y/N out. It’s obvious to everyone, Robby.”

Robby blinked, his face flushing a deep red. "Wait—what?"

"Yup," Lily continued, all too pleased. "Everyone’s got their guess. Some think it’ll be tomorrow, some think next week. You’ve got a lot of fans, Robby."

He turned toward you, his eyes wide with panic. He was pretty sure his heart was racing. "You… you know about this?"

You looked up at him, trying to keep a straight face. "You know, Robby, I’ve heard a few things."

He felt his ears turn red as a group of nurses gathered behind him, all casting amused glances his way.

"You’re all betting on me?" Robby stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

"Yup," one of the doctors chimed in, tapping his pen on the counter like a judge with a gavel. "I’ve got ten bucks on next Friday."

"Ten bucks?" Robby nearly choked. "Why does it have to be next Friday?"

"Because," Julia said with a grin, "you’re a little slow on the uptake, Dr. Robby."

At this point, Robby wasn’t sure whether to laugh or die of embarrassment. He could feel his face burning as all eyes turned to him, some of them mischievous, others downright expectant.

"Okay, okay, enough with the bets," Robby said, raising his hands in surrender. "I—uh—don’t even know what’s going on with this whole thing, but now… well, now I feel like I’m on some weird reality show."

The group burst out laughing, and you—who had been trying to hold it together—finally let out a small giggle.

"You’ve become the hospital’s favorite game," you teased, unable to resist.

Robby shook his head, a sheepish smile forming. “I didn’t even know there was a game.”

“Well, now you do,” you said, still chuckling. "But seriously, Robby, do you even have a plan for this, or are you just going to keep everyone guessing forever?”

He paused, taking in a deep breath. The teasing had gone on long enough, and the truth was, he was so done with being the subject of bets.

“Fine,” he said, stepping closer to you, his face serious but his eyes soft. "You know what? Here’s my bet: I’ll ask you out, right now. No more waiting."

You blinked, surprised, and for a moment, you thought he was joking. But when you saw the genuine look in his eyes, you realized he wasn’t.

You grinned, your heart skipping a beat. "Alright, Dr. Robby. I’ll take that bet."

And just like that, Robby—finally free from the endless teasing—asked you out, in front of all the amused onlookers. The rest of the hospital may have been watching, but for Robby, there was only one person he cared about in that moment.

And it was you.

[stvolanis]

BIRTHDAY BOY

(one shot)

PAIRINGS: Elvis Presley x wife! Reader

WARNINGS: tooth rotting fluff! Not proofread, clingy reader, no use of y/n, slight angst (Elvis thinks reader forgot his birthday), surprise party, kissing, pet names, the Memphis mafia been goofballs

NSFW WARNINGS: p in v sex, oral (m receiving), slight ball play ig?, light choking, hair pulling, daddy kink (duhh), cream pie, breeding kink, lingerie

sorry if I missed anything!! And happy birthday to the king of rock n’ roll<3

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The entire day you and Elvis’ Memphis mafia have been planning is birthday party. His dad even started helping out.

It was going to be spectacular. You’d ordered a large 5 layered cake with buttercream frosting and strawberries, and written on top in cursive was ‘long live the king’ with a little 25 under it.

The house was decorated in head to toe with gold and white streamers, balloons, confetti, and any other kind of decor you could imagine fit for the king of rock n’ roll.

Elvis Presley had been gone for a week, taking on an acting gig in Florida, Miami. You missed him dearly, but you knew he was coming home today. Every time he called one of the house phones who would always chat your ear off on how much he wanted to see you. You’d think he had separation anxiety (he does).

The warmth of his voice on the line brought endless smiles to your face, and his amazing voice made giggles erupt from your throat. Everything about him shined, inside and out. He was beautiful, and a very charismatic man.

He had a certain feel about him. In a way where everyone would stop what they were doing just to catch a glimpse of him. He could hold an entire rooms attention and keep it, and sometimes he didn’t even realize it. People looked at him as if he were a god, and hell, maybe he was.

Elvis was a giving man. If you knew him, then you’d know that he shined so bright, he made the people around him shine, too. And to Elvis, you shined the most. He adored you. Every little thing about you was imperfectly perfect to him in just the right ways.

Elvis was a good husband, despite what people in the press have said. He takes care of you more than he takes care of himself, and he does it with a smile on his face and love in his heart that he only holds for you.

Elvis always told you that you were his angel. You were sent by the heavens to watch over him, guide him and love him for all he is after his mother died. You healed him and changed a broken, distraught man into the brightest star.

But you knew it was the other way around.

You found each other in a hopeless state, but together you overcame it and helped each other. Elvis was always kind to you, even if you two had petty little arguments, he’d always make it up to you by showering you in kisses with little ‘I’m sorrys’. How could you not forgive him when he was the sweetest man you’d ever met?

He remembered every anniversary. Every birthday. Every Valentine’s Day. He showered you in gifts, attention, dates, and never shut up about you in the press. You were sure interviews were sick and tired of him ranting on about how ‘good of a wife’ you are like a lovesick puppy, but it filled you with butterflies knowing he held you in such high regards.

Elvis was your person, and you were his. You’d known that since the day you met, and the day he popped the big question on a Thursday night in Hawaii confirmed it. It’s been bliss since you’d known him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

But now, you sat nervously on the couch, biting down on your manicured nails nervously.

You hadn’t answered any of the 4 times Elvis has called you, and you knew he’d be worried by now. It was his birthday, and you felt bad because you didn’t want to upset him—but the surprise will be all worth it.

You wore his favorite outfit. A light blue, low cut dress that ended mid thigh, paired with black marry janes and white socks that sat a few inches below your knees. You also wore a white pearl necklace that acted as a light choker, and to top it all off, a silver chain sat secured gracefully on your neck that read ‘E.P’. A beautiful necklace your lover gifted to you for your 2nd anniversary.

But you wore a secret under your pretty little dress that Elvis would surely adore later tonight.

“Everyone, I just got word that Elvis is down the road, get in your places!” Gunner, a mutual friend of you and Elvis, shouted. You quickly took your place around the corner from the door, so you could be the first person he sees when he walks through the large entrance.

The lights were turned off and the room was silent as you heard booming footsteps come up the familiar stairs of Gracelands’ entrance.

You sucked in a breath of air as the door swung open, and you could already feel his suffocating presence in the house.

“Baby?! Where ya at?!” He yelled out, his voice laced with concern as he began to move towards the stairs, assuming you were in your shared bedroom. You giggled a little, and Elvis’ head snapped to your direction. You’d been caught.

“Surprise! Happy birthday, honey!” You yelled out, along with everyone else. Elvis let out a breath of air he’d been holding in for what felt like all day. No matter how many times he’s left home, weeks on end, you’d never gone not one day without calling him and tellin’ him all about your boring day without him around.

He drug a hand down his face with a groan, followed by a deep chuckle as your body collided with his in a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head, and finally, you’d felt his arms around you again. And it’s was as if all of his love visibly seeped into you.

“Was so worried, satin. Thought somethin’ bad happened to ya.” He huffed out with furrowed brows. You laughed as you cupped his face in your dainty hands. “Nothin’ bad happened, Elvis. Just wanted to give you a lil surprise is all.” You muttered as you brought his face down to your level, giving him the tenderest of kisses.

You tasted like vanilla on his tongue, mixed with cherry from the cherry lollipop you always had in your mouth. Elvis wasn’t sure how you hadn’t gotten a cavity from it yet. Your hair smelled like fresh rose water, and he knew it was from your annual bath-soakings full of the best rose petals money can buy and scented bath bombs.

You were warm against him, your small body molding and fitting perfectly against him. He loved you. God, did he love you. His baby. His love. His wife. The woman he plans to bear his children. He couldn’t get enough of you

“I got you a cake, Elvis.” You smiled up at him. You were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Your smile was contagious to him, as he felt a grin spread across his face. “Yeah, lemme see it, baby.” He said.

You clapped your hands together, exited to see his reaction of the large cake, decorated to perfection. You took his large hand in yours and dragged him to where everyone else was in the dining room. On the table sat the cake, and Elvis felt his eyes widen at the mere heigh of it.

“Woah, that’s a lot of sugar, honey.” He chuckled out as he walked closer to take a good look. “Look at the top, El.” You urged. Like a good husband, he obliged and a chuckle rumbled in his chest.

“I love it, baby.” He said as he walked over and tightly hugged you, slightly lifting you off the ground in the process. “I’m glad! I hoped you would.” You said happily.

He didn’t have a chance to respond before the Memphis mafia swept him away from you. “Sharing is caring!” They yelled with loud boyish chuckles as they went to the pool room. Elvis mounted an ‘im sorry’, to which you merely giggled.

All throughout the night Elvis was occupied with his family and friends celebrating. You knew you shouldn’t, but you had to admit that you felt kind of neglected. In more ways than one.

He’d looked so unbelievably handsome all night, and you couldn’t help but become all hot and bothered as the night continued. You watched him play pool with his friends, his arms were exposed and fit. Elvis was no muscle maniac, but he had just the right amount for your mouth to start watering like a bitch in heat at the sight.

You finally built up enough courage to speak up about it as you walked over to where he stood in all his glory. His back was now facing you as you lightly gripped his arm to grab his attention, making him spin around to look at you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, his accent thick. You grew shy as his friends grazed in on the interaction, being nosy. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, and Elvis understood as he slightly leaned down is you could whisper into his ear. “M horny, Elvis.” You muttered, barely just loud enough for him to hear.

Elvis lightly hummed. “S that right?” He asked, and you nodded in confirmation. “Alright, don’t worry, sugar, I’ll take care of ya.” He stated.

“I’m done for the night, fellas.” He said as he tangled his fingers with yours, pulling you away from the group of men. They whistled knowingly, followed by a few hollers, making your cheeks flush red and bury yourself in Elvis’ side. He chuckled as his arm wrapped around you, walking up the stairs to your shared room.

He opened the door for you and flicked the lamp light on. “I got another surprise for you.” You muttered, shy under his gaze. He peered down at you. “Yeah? What is it, baby?” He asked, his breathing heavy.

You began to slide your dress off of your shoulders, below your breasts and down your hips before letting it fall to the floor beneath you. Elvis’ mouth watered at the sight and he felt his pants tighten uncomfortably, his slacks suddenly becoming too tight in his crotch area.

There you stood, in a baby pink lingerie set. Floral and lacy, nipples and pussy barely covered by flimsy fabric. Your thighs covered in garters with little pink flowers embroidered onto them delicately. What made Elvis go over the edge though, is when you turned around to show him your perky ass.

In cursive, sat nice and pretty was ‘Elvis Presley’.

He felt like he could cum in his pants right then and there.

“D-do you like it?” You asked, nervous at his silence. He scoffed. “Like it? Baby, i fuckin’ love it.” He said, spinning your around to face him before sliding his hands past your waist, down to your ass, tightly squeezing both of your ass cheeks.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him. “Yeah?” You whispered as his leaned down. “Fuck yes.” He muttered before his lips crashed down onto yours in a heated kiss.

It was sloppy as your tongues tangled with each other, you fighting for some kind of dominance that you knew Elvis wouldn’t allow. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, making him groan, biting your lip in retaliation. His hands squeezing the fat of your ass tighter, gripping you impossibly closer to him.

“Let me make you feel good, Elvis.” You breathed out against his lips. He merely clicked his tongue. “Hm?” He asked again. Your legs rubbed together, slick coating both of your inner thighs.

“Please let me make you feel good, daddy.” You repeated, more desperately this time. He groaned in satisfaction. “Good girl, go ahead, baby.” He urged.

You dropped to your knees and watched as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. You licked your lips at the sight of his leaking cock, standing hard and ready for you in any way you can take him. He was long and girthy, balls hung, seemingly painfully full. Your core ached to relieve him.

You licked around his tip before licking his slit that leaked slaty pre-cum, and his hiss was enough for you to suck his tip into your mouth. “Fuck!” He yelped out as you sucked harshly, before taking him deeper into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, your hands reaching to fondle his aching balls. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was giving mind blowing, other worldly head. Your little mouth drove Elvis beyond crazy, wether it be for talking shit or having his cock in it.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you effortlessly deep throated his cock, and you felt him throb in your mouth. You gagged around him, making him throw his head back and let out a desperate moan.

“Yess, fuck! Just like that, honey. Suckin’ your husbands cock so well. Takin’ such good care of me.” He breathed out. You knew he was about to cum as his fingers found their way in your large hair, gripping tightly. “M gonna cum, baby. Shit.” He moaned out.

Your mouth moved to suck one of his balls into your mouth and your hand moved quickly to stroke his needy cock. Your hand moved fast, your fist tight around him. It was all too much, the way your mouth sucked his balls in like a vacuum and your hand stroking his hand at a quickening pace.

His cum spurted from his cock, and your mouth shot up just in time to get it in your mouth. You sucked his tip, milking him of all the cum he had stored away in his heavy balls. “Holy fuck, you’re so fuckin’ good, soso good f’me.” He said, mouth hung agape as you released his tip with a loud ‘pop’.

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show him the cum that rested on your tongue. He licked his lips and felt his cock harden again. “Swallow.” He said. And like the good little wife you are, you listened..

“Good girl. Now, getcha’ lil ass on the bed n’ bend over f’daddy.” He said as he helped you to your feet, slapping your ass playfully as you passed by him to the bed, making you giggle.

You bent over, legs spread enough so he could see the thin string covering your pussy that was now a darker shade of pink from your juices. “Look at you, all nice n pretty. All this for me, sweetheart?” He asked as he slipped the thin string to the side.

You nodded your head feverishly. “Yes, daddy. M’only wet f’you.” You muttered as you teased your ass into the air, pushing it towards him. He swatted your asses harshly, once, twice, before he lined himself to your entrance.

He teased his tip into you, making you groan. “Please, please, please—“ you chanted like it was a prayer. His hand snapped to your hair, leaning your head back. “You take what I give you, wife.” He muttered as he tenderly kissed your forehead.

“Yes, daddy, m’sorry.” You muttered out, gasping as you felt his cock enter you without warning. His tip kissed your cervix, and your mouth hung open, throat going dry. “Shit, so tight. Grippin’ my cock so good.” He huffed out.

“E-Elvis!” You whimpered out, the sting making your eyes water. His heart ached at the sound of you in any kind of pain. He peppered sweet kisses along your spine and on your shoulders in reassurance. “S okay, m’ gon’ take care of ya, don’t worry.” He whispered into your hair as he kissed your head.

Your stomach felt like it was doing summer salts and butterflies exploding in it all at once. You loved him more than words could ever describe and nothing in the world would ever change the way he made you feel, even 5 years deep into marriage, he still makes you fall in love with him all over again.

A wave of pleasure consumed you as you felt him re-enter you, picking up his pace at pounding into your throbbing cunt. “Elvis! Fuck! Just like that!” You moaned out.

Every time his hips slammed into yours, you released little ‘ahs’. The sound was like music to his ears. Knowing he was making you feel good, made him feel at least 20x better. If there was one thing he took pride in, it was pleasing his woman in every way he could.

“Gonna fill this lil pussy, you want that? Hm? Want me to fill you with my babies?” He asked, his hands gripped your hips. “Yes, yes, please! Need your cum in me, daddy!” You groaned.

He pulled out of you, flipping you around before re-entering you. “Wanna see you when we cum, yeah? Gon’ see ya beautiful fuckin’ face, honey.” He moaned out as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

He was pussy drunken and his mind was fuzzy as your walls squeezed him in a vice grip. He didn’t know how much longer he would last. “Daddy! M’gonna cum, fuck m’gonna cum!” Your voice high pitched, and your head thrown back. Elvis brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing your throat just enough to make you see stars when it was paired with his piercing cock.

“Need you.” You whimpered out, grabbing at his free hand. A thing you did that Elvis thought was the cutest thing, and adored so much, was that every time you came on his cock, you made sure to hold his hand. It comforted you and Elvis loved it as he reached his high. “I’m right here, satin. Gon’ fill this cunt.” He said, biting his lip.

“Oh!” You moaned out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, covering Elvis’ lower abdomen in your vile juices just as he painted the inside of your walls white with his seed.

He fucked you through your orgasm, and you could feel each time his cock spurted out a new round of cum inside of you. His balls tightening as your sweet pussy milked him, and all he could think about was how nice and round you’ll be with his babies. The perfect wife.

Your hand reached up to lovingly cup his face, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his bitten lips.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

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[bluewatersfairy]

ease my mind (come over) - j.p.

a/n: happy new year! here's the first part of a series that's been sitting in my drafts for months (it'll be about 4 parts, the first two are written).

synopsis: reader is in their first year on the wizard's media team and has a run in with the teams star while working late at the facility.

warnings: none! my first clean nba fic, how far we have come.

word count: 1.8k she's short and cute

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Your eyes felt like they were starting to burn with how long you’d been glued to your computer screen.  This was your first year working media for the Wizards and you were determined to prove yourself a worthy hire.  

Having lived in Washington for University, you’d attended several Wizards games over the years – they were a good first date option and you often found yourself cheering for the underdog.  One of the last guys you’d gone with had assumed you were from the area, commenting on how you were so overprotective of a team that has definitely seen better years.  That’s part of the reason why when someone posted the job vacancy on one of your old class pages, you applied.  

Now you were a week in with the media team and today was your first day with the actual team and everything had been blowing by you so quickly, you barely had time to process it.  So far, they’d given you jobs that were difficult to fuck up, but you wanted more than that.  You were above an intern (thank god) so you were actually shooting the camera and editing, but it was all behind-the-scenes shots.  

It was a bit like being a kid at a family event.  You were shadowing a few higher ups and fading into the background as best as possible while they were doing their thing with the players.  Most, if not all, of your shots that you’d been working on all night had included no players' faces.  Barely any faces actually.  But you’d created something of a story out of it and had managed to turn each photo into something you were proud of.  

In your head, it was giving justice-league doing interviews after saving the city.  You had everyone on the roster and could easily make a graphic out of it.  You had that fizzy feeling in your fingers as you switched between your tablet and the computer, mapping out what it could be for your pitch tomorrow.  

Interrupting your stream of thought, your phone lit up on the desk beside you, violently vibrating – making you jump.  It was your roommate calling to see when you were going to be home.  It was gone midnight and they were starting to get worried.  You begrudgingly told them you’d be home by one and started to get ready to go.  You made sure to transfer the pictures you’d spent hours on to your tablet as well as a few video clips you’d taken “just in case”.  It was gonna take 25 minutes for everything to transfer (the wifi was stupidly slow), so you grabbed your camera and phone and figured you’d take a walk around the facility and see if there was anything that caught your attention.  

You weren’t thinking of much, maybe you’d find a fun angle of the courts or something about the building that seemed aesthetically pleasing.  You were all of 3 metres out of your office when you heard the faint echo of basketballs hitting the floor and shoes squeaking.  Not exactly what you were expecting, but you followed it all the same. 

Standing at the doorway to the basketball courts, you were met with the one and only #13, Jordan Poole, shooting mid range jumpers.  He had his earbuds in and was shirtless, glistening in sweat.  He’d clearly been here for a while.  You hadn’t realised you’d been so concentrated that you didn’t hear the only other sound in the building until you were pushed out of your office.  The door was wide open too. 

“Yoo,” Jordan dragged out in surprise when he turned to see you.  His hand instinctively reached up to take one of his earbuds out and he knocked away a ball.  His eyes first scanned over your face, then down your body before they landed on your camera.  He made eye contact with you and stood still for a second before pointing at you.

“You’re the new media girl,” he identified as he started to walk a bit closer to you, a ball now tucked under his arm, “I’m not gonna pretend to know your name but I’m Jordan.”  He held his hand out to you and you slowly took it, staring up at him minorly confused and somewhat dazed.

“I know,” the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.  He smirked briefly and let go of your hand, “I’m Y/N, and yeah.  The new media girl.”  

“I didn’t think anyone else was here,” he said tilting his head to the side, “I would’ve let you know otherwise.  I’ve got a key and all the alarm codes so you don’t have to worry about me getting out if you’re heading home.”  

“Oh, I’m not-” you cut yourself off again and looked behind you at nothing in particular, “I mean, I am about to leave, but I’m not.  Yet.”  Every part of your body was telling you to stop talking, to say goodnight, turn around and leave.  But your feet couldn’t move.  You were stuck in mud under Jordan’s gaze.  He looked tired, really tired.

“You look like you have a question,” he smiled as he took out his other earbud, “or like you're lost.  I can’t really tell.”  He chuckled a little, mostly to himself and turned his eyes to the floor before he started walking to where his stuff was.  

“I’m not that type of media person,” you said, slowly following him, “I just take pictures and videos, I don’t ask questions.”  You stopped about 4 metres away from where he was bent over.  He was putting his earbuds away, you realised.

“You, as a person,” he turned his head to face you, “don’t ask questions?” he raised his eyebrows and again started to smirk.  He was playing with you, teasing you.  You were too tired to properly process any of this. 

“I do, of course!” you exclaimed a little too loudly, your eyes widening at the sound of your voice, “I ask too many actually, but I don't get paid to, y’know?  So you don’t have to do any dodging with me, I just,” you paused and raised your camera, “take pictures.”

“And videos,” he added, pointing at you.  

“And videos.”  You took a deep breath and lowered your hand.  You were realising, right then, that you did in fact have a question for him.  

“Can I ask you a question?”

He smiled, like he was waiting for you to get there and patted the seat beside him, “only if you sit down next to me.”

So you did.  You sat down and pulled your legs up to tuck them under you.  Jordan turned slightly so he was facing you better and for the first time, you caught his scent.  It was mixed with his sweat, but it was rich and smooth, and oh so familiar.  Not that you could put your finger on it.  

“Hit me,” he said, pulling you out of your head again.  He smiled brightly at you and you returned it.

“Is there something about our media team that makes you uncomfortable?” you blurted out, it’d been on the tip of your tongue all day.  “At Golden State, you seemed so warm to the media team, but here, you look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

His smile slowly faded and he looked down at his lap, biting his bottom lip slightly before pushing his lips together.  He looked at you and pushed his tongue between his teeth. 

“It’s not just with this team, your team,” Jordan said honestly, “there was just a point where I felt like I couldn’t say the right thing so I just,” he paused and leant back in his seat, “pulled back with them.”  

Jordan sat in thought for a moment before turning to look at you to see what you had to say.  You didn’t have much, to be honest.  You’d not known this media team all that long and the only reason you even knew any of this was because you were a fan of the team.  And Jordan.  

“I feel like I’ve seen you before,” Jordan broke out of the conversation and leant forward, dropping the look of vulnerability that very briefly crossed his face.  “‘You come to games often?”

You laughed, accepting you were moving on from your once serious conversation.  “I do, it’s sort of my go-to first date idea.”  

Jordan made a face before the two of you shared a quick chuckle, “you like watching your home team lose on a date?”  

“Hey,” you quipped, swatting at his arm, god his arms were solid, “you guys won most of the games I was at.”  

He rolled his eyes and chuckled a little, “no wonder I remember your face then, you must be our good luck charm.”

Before you could respond your phone started buzzing again.  Your roommate was video calling you this time, not a good sign.  So, you declined it and tucked it under your thigh.  

“It’s late,” Jordan said as he glanced at his watch.  He’d watched you decline a call from one ‘loveyyy’ and he decided he wasn’t putting himself in a smart position.  “You must have someone waiting at home for you.”

“Just a roommate who listens to the traffic radar too much,” you stood up, following Jordan and looked up at him for a moment when a thought crossed your mind.

“Did you enjoy doing the mini mic interviews?”  He was caught off guard, it showed in the way his eyebrows shot up and he instantly smiled.

“I did,” he nodded his head, “I dunno why they didn’t try and keep them going here.  They talked about it for a minute last season.”  

That was your entry point, you were sure of it.  Jordan was always stand offish towards everyone but he seemed to like talking to you.  If you could get him a mini mic and a few questions, you were sure you could make something of it.  A season-long series would basically prove your worth, secure you a proper spot on the team and Jordan was their best option for media engagement.  He was charismatic and good looking; the perfect poster boy. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you called to him as you started walking off, your brain in quick motion, “hopefully with a mini mic.”

“I look forward to it,” Jordan called out after you.

Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what he’d just set up, but he liked your vibe.  You were easy to talk to and finally stopped the thought that had been spinning in his head all day.  This felt like a do-or-die season.  If he didn’t play his best, he wasn’t sure they’d keep him around come February.  And he wanted to stay here, he wanted to make a name for himself separate from everyone else.   

[inesbaby21]

can u do a fic on cheerleader!r getting hurt mid game and azzi dropping everything to go help her even if it’s in the middle of a game

1st Person P.O.V

Me and a few of the girls on the cheer team were practicing, and getting ready for halftime. It was o our last halftime performance before nationals and tension was high to say the least.

Girls having open disputes about things as simple as lipstick, some crying because of hair- and bases with sweaty hands failing to catch their flyers. The entire day had been a hot mess, but the only thing that gave me a slim chance of home was that Azzi (and the girls) were aloud to watch us perform today!

It was something that was rare, but always extremely special to the both of us- as she always wanted to watch me do what I love and on her favorite spot in the world, the court.

I sit myself down on the floor beginning to tie my shoes as it's almost half time. Most of the other girls are doing stretches- or doing some last minute touch up's on that god awful red lipstick.

"Y/N/NNNN" I heard a voice drag out as i look up my eyes meet with Azzi's

"What's wrong?" Azzi says concerned- eyebrows furrowed as she tried to read my face. "S' nothing much baby, i'm just really stressed out about this routine" I say viability upset.

Usually I love flying, and doing stunts, or even tumbling but something about today just felt wrong- like I couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard I tried.

"You're gonna do great my love, and I'll be there cheering you on- and supporting you the whole way through just like you're always doing for me" Azzi says leaning down to kiss me ultimately getting the bright red lipstick on her lips and giggling as she walks back to the bench with the disgusting color still visible on them.

"Places ladies places" I yelled looking at the clock- My coach looked at me nodding at she played a split second of the music to make sure all sound checks were cleared. Just standing in place, knowing that essentially if anything were to go wrong I was in charge was not a good feeling to have.

As the music played everyone ran to their spots, doing the elaborate dance/routine until the hard part came- I looked over to my three bases and jogged lightly to my spot.

The three girls silently counted off and very quickly got my into the air. I was in my natural habitat- this is where I never fail to deliver. I did all kinds of stunts, and kept myself upright until my bases began to walk with me. As they walked, It was choreographed that i continued to stunt.

I felt it, I heard my stunt group arguing quietly beneath the music- having had problems all week I was almost sure they were going to be at each others throats tonight.

"Ella move your fucking hand off of her right leg" Kamryn quietly yelled to the tan girl as they stopped mid step to get back to the almost muscle memory argument that had occurred since the 4 girls were placed with one another. I listened to them bicker as I continued to stunt, I couldn't stop mid leap. Unbeknownst to the arguing girls, they had lost their once strong grip on me- and almost immediately I came falling down to the ground.

As I came down, I heard Kamryn and Ella mutter a "shit"- as they heard my harsh impact with the ground and the stomach churning scream I let out as I heard something snap that Honestly wasn't supposed to.

"Oh my god" I heard my mom (and coach) yell as my vision and hearing began to fade in and out ever so slightly.

"Fuck" I heard Azzi yell as she ran over to me and my mom- watching as my body began to shake, my head almost immediately colliding with the floor as my body began to convulse. And with that ladies and gentlemen, I began to seize. Almost immediately medics came to assist the situation, and no sooner I was taken to the Hospital. I vaguely remember Ella, and Kamryn getting yelled at by my backspot, mom, and then a sobbing Azzi as they stood there still in shock.

"How could you two be so irresponsible?" My mother shouted "You had one job ladies and that was to support her- You two are done for the week ladies go home and figure out your mess come back when your ready to actually work and not waste my time." she shouted dismissing the two girls as she and Azzi followed the medics to the ambulance.

"I love you Az" I weakly said about to drift off into a meditation induced sleep. Leaning in to kiss her lips one last time for the night.

"I love you too Y/N/N- get some rest baby" she said noticing me drifting and I did just that.

this was actually kinda butt yall and i have like 5 more requests to do omg.

[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 4

Oops! I didn't realize this one had so many chapters done. I had been using it as my "I'm stuck on the other two stories so I work on this one to clear my head" story and I currently have five chapters backlogged. So instead of Batshit Soulmates today, you're getting two of this one. One now and one tonight.

In this chapter we have Eddie doing his research and we find out how he recognized Steve. Also Jeff&Eddie besties for life!

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

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The last few days in Hawkins went by in a blur. Eddie couldn’t do the research he wanted to, not without alerting everyone else what he was up to, so he focused on buying both their albums and listening to them nonstop.

“This that band you went to go see?” Wayne asked after three days of him having both albums on constant repeat. “The one you were whining about have to go to?”

Eddie sat up from where he laying on the floor with headphones on and took them off, resting them around his neck. He pulled one knee up and draped his arms around it casually.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Dustin has been gloating about it, so I would rather you didn’t add to the pile.”

Wayne crouched down so that they were eye level. “This about that secret you found out?”

Eddie opened his mouth to lie but Wayne just raised an eyebrow and he snapped his mouth shut with a click. He let out a low shuddering breath and then nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, “it’s about that.”

Wayne picked up the vinyl sleeve and looked at the cover. He studied the image a moment or two before he said, “You think that someone you know is in the band, don’t you?”

Eddie bit his lower lip and then sighed heavily. He knew he couldn’t keep it from Wayne, but he had hoped he would have been back in Cali before he realized it.

“I’m not one hundred percent sure,” he said tilting his head back, “but yeah. I think I know someone in the band.”

“You jumping to conclusions?” Wayne asked in that gruff but gentle way that was a staple of Eddie’s childhood.

Eddie looked up at Wayne and then shook his head. “I don’t know enough. Not yet.”

Wayne got to his feet with a grunt. “Good. You keep it that way. There’s probably a good reason for all that.” He waved at the vinyl sleeve. “So don’t you go pushing your friend’s buttons until you know that reason.”

Eddie nodded. “I read you loud and clear.”

Wayne ruffled Eddie’s hair and walked away, leaving Eddie with plenty of time to think.

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Dustin was staying in Hawkins for the whole summer, so when Eddie left, he was finally on his own.

Finally able to get out of his head and do some real research. He also knew better than to do anything than listen to his own music mid-flight. Too many wandering eyes.

Any one of his fellow passengers could be some blogger, Youtuber, Tiktoker, influencer or actual fucking press.

Thankfully the flight was most empty and short.

He was met at the airport by his manager Chrissy Cunningham.

She grabbed his bag, leaving Eddie to juggle his guitar better.

“Record management has all four of you in a hotel nearby,” she told him as she stowed the bag in her trunk. “They want you sequestered this time.”

Eddie winced. It wasn’t for any music related reason, though he didn’t doubt the sequestering would help with the process.

Nope.

It was because last time Gareth and Brian went on a three day drinking bender and were too sloshed to function for at least two days after that. Almost a whole week of recording down the drain because half the band went off the rails.

“Roger that!” Eddie said with a jaunty two fingered salute.

“You can have alcohol sent to your room,” she continued as they got into the car. “But Gareth and Brian aren’t allowed. So if you share your stash, that’s on you.”

“You can count on me and Jeff not contribute to the delinquency of our bandmates,” Eddie bit out. “We were just as pissed as the label when we couldn’t get a hold of them for those five days.”

Chrissy nodded. “Fame can really do some fucked up shit to people.”

Eddie hummed his acknowledgment. “Just please tell me I’m not sharing with anyone. You know they all hate sleeping in the same room as me.”

Chrissy snorted. “Only because you stay up all hours of the night perfecting song, while they actually want to, oh I don’t know...sleep?”

Eddie cackled. He was the world’s worst insomniac when they were working on an album. The rest of the time he was a sound sleeper.

“But no,” Chrissy hummed, “you all have your own suites. With Brian and Gareth on opposite sides of the hotel so they don’t fuel each other’s vices.”

Eddie let out a deep sigh. “That’s great news.”

They went up to Eddie’s suite and he immediately got to unpacking. He couldn’t stand living out of his suitcase and didn’t know how anyone else could.

He ordered a couple of six packs of beer, his favorite vodka, and a couple of whiskys that should last him at least a couple of weeks. He stashed the beer in the suite provided mini-fridge and settled down to watch Youtube on the big screen TV.

He was just devouring everything he could on The Fallen. He started with their music videos. The one for “Kiss the Boys/Kiss the Girls” was especially sweet. He found out that the lead singer was bisexual and that the song was about finding love in whatever form that took. With a full verse on non-binary peeps despite the title.

But the videos weren’t helpful. The band themselves were rarely in them. So Eddie turned to interviews. Impromptu ones on red carpets and podcasts, as well as sit down interviews for talk shows and entertainment press.

Again the lead singer was charismatic and charming. And it was looking more and more like his theory was correct.

Then he came across the interview.

“How does Azrael see out of his mask?” the Vanity Fair interviewer asked.

The drummer pulled out another mask and handed it to Abbadon. It seemed like it was part of the shtick that the drummer never spoke.

Abbadon held up the mask to the light. “You can see that the eyes are a mesh-like material. It works like a one way mirror. You with the strong light, can’t see in, but Azrael with darkness of the mask can see out.”

Eddie hummed his interest. That was a cool trick. It meant that the drummer wouldn’t get hurt while still maintaining that anonymity.

And it appeared that the interview thought the same as they nodded along, impressed.

“What is the reason for the masks?”

Astraeus leaned forward into the mic. “Because when we first got started no one would take us seriously as ourselves?”

Just then the hotel door swung open and Eddie quickly pressed pause. He sighed with relief when he saw it was Jeff.

Jeff stopped in his tracks to stare at the screen. “Oh hey, The Fallen. They’re pretty cool.”

Eddie whipped his head around and glared at him.

“How do you know about them and I didn’t?”

Jeff laughed. “Dude, the radio embargo was you thing, not an everyone thing. They’re really good. I love their new single ‘You’. It’s really sweet.”

Eddie nodded, it was really good. It was one was of his favorites, too.

Jeff got closer to the TV. “Wait. Is this the ‘metal fans would hate us if they saw who we really are’ interview?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s such bullshit,” Jeff scoffed. “Metal fans are the most welcoming group of fans out there.”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip and thought about Steve. And how preppy he still dressed even this far outside of high school.

“Not if they were preps,” he said softly.

That brought Jeff up short. “What now?”

“I think Abbadon is Steve.”

Jeff started laughing and laughing like he couldn’t stop. Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled up the picture he had taken of The Fallen’s lead singer. Once Jeff had gotten control of himself, Eddie showed him the picture.

“Okay...” Jeff said. “I’m not sure what this shows other than your obsession with necks.”

“Zoom in.”

Jeff rolled his eyes but did as he was told. “Okay, so what am I looking at?”

Eddie licked his lips nervously. “You see those two moles, just under his chin?”

Jeff half shrugged. “I mean, I guess.”

“Steve has moles in the exact same place,” Eddie explained. He took the phone back from Jeff and went through his IG feed. He pulled up a picture of Steve. The angle wasn’t exact, but it was close enough.

He handed it back to Jeff. “Now zoom in on the neck.”

Jeff did as he was told.

“Holy fucking shit!”

Eddie pursed his lips and chewed on the bottom one. He played with his rings and was just fidgeting.

“Dude!” Jeff cried. “We should tell someone!”

Just then Eddie’s fidgeting hit the remote and the video began playing again.

“Is there any chance of a future reveal?” the interviewer asked.

Asmodeus leaned into the mic and said, “Ask us again in ten years when we’re world famous.”

Eddie managed to get a hold of the remote to pause it again and in the resulting silence Jeff and him shared a glance.

“Fuck, dude,” Jeff said. “We can’t say shit, can we?”

Eddie shook his head. “It would be like outing a queer person before they were ready.”

Jeff came around the sofa and flopped down next to him.

“Wow,” he said with more than a little awe. “So Steve Harrington is in a metal band...” He let out a shuddering sigh. “And is good. Not just good, but damn good.”

Eddie nodded. “Is it bad that I kinda feel like I’ve been tricked?”

Jeff let out a slow breath. “Look, I’m not going to tell you how to feel, but if no one knows, that it’s not personal.”

“You mean to tell me that no one knows?” Eddie hissed, getting to feet. “Not Robin, not Dustin? Or any of the kids? Because I call bullshit!”

Jeff looked up at him. “Robin, maybe. Those two are attached at the hip. Hell, Robin could even be their slinky and sexy manager, Celeste. But Dustin, man? I wouldn’t tell that kid shit. Not if I wanted it to still be secret ten minutes later.”

Eddie fought to calm his breathing. Yeah okay. That tracked. Robin with makeup and a black wig would completely disguise her to the point that not even her own mother would recognize her if they passed on the street.

“Dustin wouldn’t–” he began but Jeff cut him off.

“This is the kid that spoiled Will’s surprise party that he was planning,” Jeff said, counting off on his fingers. “The kid that would go searching through his mom’s closets and under her bed looking for birthday and Christmas presents. The same one that announced our second album six hours before it was set to drop. I wouldn’t tell Dustin Henderson the time of day if I didn’t want everyone to know about it.”

Eddie huffed. He wanted to argue that all that was little shit. Not really that important. But then he remembered all the times where Dustin would say something out of context, something that all his friends would jump on him for, only for it to be revealed later that Dustin had spoiled some surprise. It was just that no one had realized it at the time.

This time he let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, sitting back down next to Jeff on the sofa. “And I know that if Steve had come to me and said he wanted to form a metal band, I would have laughed in his face.”

Jeff gave his knee a squeeze. “We all would have. So let’s do what we do best. We change the culture. We make the metal scene open to people of all walks of life, not just the freaks and outcasts. We make it safe for them to come out.”

Eddie let out a shuddering sigh. “Yeah. I could do that. We could do that.”

“Good,” Jeff said, patting Eddie’s knee. “It’s not going to be easy, but we’ve never liked easy.”

Eddie laughed as Jeff got up. “So what are you doing in my room anyway? Don’t you have your own?”

Jeff opened the mini fridge and took out a can of beer. “I forgot to order beer and I hate it warm, so I thought I’d steal one of yours.”

Eddie threw a throw pillow at him, which Jeff deftly caught and lobbed back at him.

Jeff came over and kissed his cheek. “Get out of your head and do something with all that restless energy you’ve built up with this eating away at you.”

Eddie let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, man. Thanks.”

Just as Jeff reached the door, he called out. “What would you and the boys think about inviting them to open for us on our next tour?”

Jeff grinned. “They would probably kiss you on the mouth.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Duly noted.”

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[bluenerdtastemaker]

TIRAMISU ?

Hidden Hearts in Milan Sequel

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I may or may not have been found on Twitter, so I have been demanded by a mutual, so here I am posting this, ehek, I make this one Christmas vibe because I can :p <3

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This fic timeline happened after the incident (read the prequel, trust me) <3

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Yuki adjusted the camera angle for the fourth time, muttering under his breath. The ring light was too bright, the counter wasn’t centred, and he was beginning to regret agreeing to this at all. It wasn’t the first time he’d streamed for his growing audience, but it was the first since the incident.

The infamous moment when Pierre, his boyfriend, had kissed him on a live stream—fully aware that Liam Lawson was sitting right next to them, mid-bite into a bowl of noodles. Liam had frozen, noodles half dangling from his chopsticks, staring into the void like his soul had left his body. The internet had exploded. Memes, edits, reaction videos—weeks later, people were still talking about it.

Now, Yuki found himself doing a cooking stream—a tiramisu stream, no less—because Pierre had casually mentioned it was his favorite dessert. Naturally, Pierre was also in the room, lounging on the couch, ready to turn the whole event into chaos. And Liam, because Yuki apparently couldn’t escape him, had somehow wormed his way into being an in-person audience member, happily eating snacks while everything unfolded.

After fiddling with the camera one last time, Yuki sighed and forced a calm expression onto his face. His lips twitched upward slightly, fighting off a smile. No big deal. Just make tiramisu and ignore the chaos. He hit the button.

“We’re live,” he muttered.

The chat exploded immediately.

User 1: OMG, HE’S HERE. CHEF TSUNODA IN THE HOUSE!

User 2: Yuki blink twice if this is Pierre’s fault.

User 3: Let’s gooo. Boyfriend stream round two?!

Yuki’s lips twitched again, this time in exasperation. “No, this isn’t Pierre’s fault,” he said, carefully glaring off-camera at Pierre, who had already propped his chin on his hand, grinning. “This is a totally voluntary cooking stream. I wanted to do this.”

“Sure you did,” Pierre teased, his tone as sweet as honey.

“Pierre, stop,” Yuki said, fighting hard to keep his face neutral, though his smile broke through just a little.

“I haven’t even done anything!” Pierre protested, spreading his arms dramatically.

Yuki rolled his eyes and turned back to the camera. “Anyway, today we’re making tiramisu, which—surprise, surprise—is Pierre’s favorite dessert. He’s been pestering me about it for weeks.”

Behind him, Liam, who was perched at the dining table with a bag of chips, snorted. “Pestering is putting it lightly,” he said between bites.

“Liam, no one asked you,” Yuki muttered, though he couldn’t quite hide the small laugh that escaped him.

User 4: NOT LIAM THIRD-WHEELING AGAIN.

User 5: Boy’s just here for the snacks and drama. Respect.

User 6: Wait, tank top Yuki?? Sir, what is going ON.

Yuki frowned slightly, glancing at the screen. Right. He was wearing a black tank top today—a decision he was definitely regretting now that the chat had noticed. He groaned inwardly but tried to play it off.

“Can we not focus on my clothes?” he said, carefully whisking the eggs. “I’m wearing this because I didn’t want to set my sleeves on fire. Again.”

Pierre, lounging on the couch like he owned the place, chuckled softly. “Ah, the great Hoodie Fire of last month. Truly iconic.”

“Do you want me to ban you from the kitchen?” Yuki shot back, his smile twitching as he fought to keep a straight face.

Liam, mid-chew, raised a hand. “Can I get banned too? That’d be less stressful than whatever this is about to turn into.”

The chat was having none of it.

User 7: HOLD UP. MUSCLES?! SINCE WHEN?

User 8: Betrayal. I thought he was a chaotic gremlin, not a fitness influencer.

User 9: Not Pierre looking like he won the lottery in the background.

Yuki groaned, his cheeks heating up. He turned, catching Pierre’s not-so-subtle gaze. “Stop staring,” Yuki said, his voice tinged with both embarrassment and amusement.

“I can’t help it,” Pierre replied with a teasing grin. “You’re very distracting today.”

“Do you want me to throw this whisk at you?” Yuki asked, holding the whisk up threateningly.

Liam paused mid-bite, eyes darting between the two of them. “Please don’t. I don’t want to get hit as collateral damage.”

Ignoring the growing chaos, Yuki focused on cracking the eggs. One by one, the yolks fell perfectly into the bowl. He whisked with precision, lips twitching as the chat began spiraling again.

User 10: THE WAY HE WHISKS. THIS IS A WHOLE VIBE.

Max_Verstappen33: Pierre’s been working him too hard at the gym, huh?

Charles_Leclerc: Why wasn’t I invited to this?

Yuki froze. “Max?! Charles?! Why are you here?!”

Pierre leaned back, looking utterly unrepentant. “I might have sent them the link. And Lando, too.”

“You WHAT?!” Yuki’s voice cracked slightly as he shot Pierre a disbelieving look.

Pierre shrugged, his grin widening. “They wanted to see the famous Chef Tsunoda in action.”

Yuki closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Chat, focus. We’re making tiramisu, not turning this into a group roast session.”

“Too late,” Liam muttered, popping another chip into his mouth.

As Yuki began whisking the mascarpone, his biceps flexed, and the chat descended further into chaos.

User 11: THOSE ARMS. WHO EVEN IS THIS YUKI?!

User 12: I can’t handle this. Someone send help.

Liam_Lawson: I’m actually living for this.

Yuki glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at Liam, who is holding his phone, and seems to be typing the viewer stream comment. “Aren’t you supposed to be neutral?”

Liam grinned. “I’m here for free entertainment. And snacks.”

Pierre stood, walking over to rest his chin on Yuki’s shoulder. “Ignore him. You’re doing great, mon amour.”

“Pierre, move. You’re in my space.”

“Am I?” Pierre pressed a quick kiss to Yuki’s cheek before stepping back.

The chat lost it.

User 13: DID HE JUST KISS HIM LIVE AGAIN?

User 14: Boyfriend rights are so unfair.

Liam_Lawson: I’m officially done. Where’s the tiramisu?

With a sigh, and blush, Yuki finished layering the dessert. “There. Done. And if anyone touches it before it sets, I’m kicking them out of my apartment.”

Pierre immediately grabbed a spoonful. “Perfect, just like you.”

Yuki flushed, his lips twitching into an involuntary smile. “You’re the worst.”

In the chat, Max and Charles had been eerily silent—until now.

Max_Verstappen33: Okay, I’ve had enough of this. I’m leaving.

Charles_Leclerc: Agreed. Goodbye forever.

User 15: LMAOOO MAX AND CHARLES ARE DONE.

User 16: They came for the food but left because of the PDA.

“See?” Yuki said, crossing his arms and glaring at Pierre. “Even they’re over you.”

Pierre just smirked, dipping another spoonful of tiramisu. “That just means I get you all to myself, no?”

Off-camera, Liam groaned loudly. “I’m leaving too. This is too much. Call me when the tiramisu cooled down.”

And with that, the stream ended, leaving the viewers to meme the chaos for days.

[marchsfreakshow]

Heart Eyes In The Spring! [Tom Ryder]

Fluff

It's like, really hot out. Almost every day is spent in the garden. And, god, Tom can't resist staring.

It's soooo warm out in England where I am. Literally like 22 degrees (Celsius) right now. Sat writing this in my garden actually.

More atj? More atj. Good for the soul ✨

No one's perspective

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It's like, really hot out in the spring. For some reason. Maybe there was a breeze if you were lucky.

You've spent almost the past week, all day every day out in the garden of your own place. It was nice though. You were either catching up on reading, doing some writing under a sun umbrella on your laptop or just laying there on two blankets to get some sun intake. Don't worry, you made sure to remember suncream so you didn't accidentally burn by spending basically 24/7 in the sun.

The hottest day was 75° Fahrenheit, on a Thursday of all days. Tom wasn't particularly excited to do a bit of filming today, but he was reassured it was only going to be 4 hours in the morning so he could spend more time with you. He instantly rushed his driver to your place once he was done. Not even taking a moment to let the director talk to him about what had just happened for the filming day.

Obviously, he let himself in with the spare key you gave to him, and walked around the house, searching for you. It was only when he noticed the backdoor open in the bathroom, he figured out where you were. Tom stripped himself of his shirt, and strided out into the garden. You were laid out on a blanket, sun umbrella in the middle to keep you shaded. Book in your hand of your current read which was probably a crime series or something. Tom's films had always inspired your book choices even if he wasn't one to read a full book himself. Maybe a thin novella with your help.

"You put some sunscreen on babe?"

You jumped slightly at the voice and looked up towards the source, adjusting your sunglasses slightly. Immediately smiling once you saw it was Tom. "Yeah I did, don't worry. Do you need some too?" You asked back, since your eyes wandered down his chest. He nodded and sat down next to you, admiring you as you put your book down.

His eyes just wandered your shorts and in general, your clothes perfectly suited to Tom's personal taste and the unexpected hot weather in mid to late spring. "Thanks." He nodded, hands resting on your hips as you settled on his lap to put some sunscreen on his chest. You gave a little hum in response while your hands wandered his chest, rubbing the sunscreen in. "...You been out here all day baby?"

"No, only about 2 hours. Been reading most of that time."

Tom basically ignored that comment and just mentioned something off topic. "Don't forget my back babe. Can't have any part of me burnt up can we?" You just gave him a look and he grinned like he didn't just say something to remind you of his ego. But, you complied since you did sort of agree with him. Even if you didn't say it outloud. "You agree though."

"...Yeah, I do." You chuckled softly, shuffling to sit on your knees behind Tom, hands moving effortlessly against the broadness of his shoulder blades. Letting the suncream drip down his back for a moment, you just leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, figuring he needed some affection after such a hard day of doing barely any acting. "I missed you." You whispered.

Still rubbing the suncream into his back as he looked over at you, you just smiled, admiring Tom's eyes from behind your sunglasses and his. "I missed you. You need to come to set more often babe... I want you to see me hard at work."

"...Maybe I'll take a day off tomorrow." You agreed quietly. Once you were done with the suncream, Tom helped maneuver you onto his lap, where you just picked up your book again to continue reading. Being sucked back into the fictional world on the pages so quickly, which sort of gave Tom a little look of awe. How fast you could drop into a book and get swept up in it.

Despite that, Tom brought his phone out and took a photo of you reading in his lap. Then another. Then another and another. He continued snapping photos of you from as many different angles as possible, definitely planning to show you off on his Instagram later. Maybe one of those slide show Tiktoks too. You were too cute to keep cooped up. He wanted everyone to see you being a bookworm in the spring.

"You done being cute?"

"Are you?" He retorted, starting to play some music from his phone so he had something in the background as he admired you still. But you just smiled and rolled your eyes as you looked back at your book.

"I love you, dumb blonde..." You muttered under your breath with a little smile. Tom grinned again and wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer.

"I love you more babe. Trust me I definitely love you more."

Of course he was going to start this.

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[sharenaweek]

slides in fashionably TERRIBLY late. hello Sharenaers. I know prompts were posted early about two weeks ago, But we were still missing official dates for them – which I am bringing today! June 18th to June 24th, since the option for mid June dates won, but im still giving us all a little more time to prepare just in case

just like last year, every medium of entry is welcome (drawing, writing, text posts, videos, sprite edits, you name it) as long as they're tagged #sharenaweek2025 or #sharenaweek !

for more details + a transcript of the prompts you can check out the read more! as always you can send any questions via DM, ask, or a reply either here or in my other blog @sharenalovemail

(June 18) Day 1 – Relationships

Familial, platonic, romantic, any kind!

(June 19) Day 2 – Weapons / Battle

Fensalir and other weapons – as well as the situations she may wield them in.

(June 20) Day 3 – Talents / Opening

We know about art, but do you think she's got more hidden talents?

(June 21) Day 4 – Travel / Party

Let's celebrate! Meeting different worlds or enjoying a nice party, your choice!

(June 22) Day 5 – Seasons / Outfits

Think she'd look cute in a specific outfit/fashion trend? Let's get to it!

(June 23) Day 6 – Favorite Headcanon

Share some of your favorite headcanons! These can be about any subject!

(June 24) Day 7 – Free Day

Anything goes!

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As for the rules, they're the same as last year's, mostly to Have Fun And Be Yourself and all that, but I'll still paste them here just in case!

Make sure to use the ⁠#SharenaWeek and/or ⁠#SharenaWeek2025 tags when you post your work. You can also @ this blog (@sharenaweek) or DM your post to us if it takes a few days to be reblogged. All properly tagged posts will be shared here!

While the main event will be during the week of June 18th to June 24th 2025, you can take as long as you need and post late if needed. Just make sure to follow the above rule so we can find them and share them!

You don't have to post every day if you can't — remember that this event is to have fun first snd foremost.

Anyone can participate! Any and all posts are welcomed: fanfiction, drawing, painting, sprite editing, poetry, headcanon/analysis posts, AMVs — literally anything, as long as you made it (or commissioned it) counts!

Prompts can be interpreted in any way you want.

Remember to tag your works accordingly, especially if they feature NSFW content (gore, nudity, etc) or heavy topics. Remember to not censor your tags, otherwise people who don't want to see that content won't be able to avoid it!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my partner not to interrupt me while I'm streaming?

Asking on here because she has Reddit and I don't want to upset her further while I ask for an outside consensus.

I stream video game content as a profession. Playthroughs, mods, tutorials, reviews, ect. I found streaming to be more profitable than pre-filmed video content. I'd say on average I can "work" for 10 - 30 hours a week.

She works on an alternating schedule where she does a week of full time hours then a week of part time hours. All in all, we work pretty reasonable hours between us, I feel, and we are agreeably not lacking in spending time together.

We routinely go on dates, we more often than not have dinner together, and I typically don't stream for more than 2-4 hours consecutively, so its not as if I'm locked up in my office for the majority of the time.

However over the last few months my partner has developed the habit of simply walking in whenever I'm streaming and starting up random conversations with me, playing her own games loudly in the background, constantly interrupting me to read out chat comments or ask questions about the game, ect.

Sometimes it isn't so bad, but generally its pretty disruptive. I wouldn't mind if it was just occasionally or if she just popped in now and then, but its grown to the point where its almost every single stream and I've noticed I've lost a handful of frequent viewers over it.

It came to an unpleasant confrontation over the weekend, when I was streaming a highly requested tutorial walkthrough for a recently released game and she decided to come in, try to sit on my lap and start a conversation about a client's dogs she met today.

I was trying to figure out a polite way to ask her to give me another 40 minutes so I could finish the quest line and shut it down for the day when two people in the chat began to make jokes about how she never leaves me alone and said it 'gave cam check vibes.'

I pretended not to notice, but she did, and clearly it hurt her feelings and she mumbled about having some things to do and left. I felt awful that her feelings were hurt so I closed the stream early and went to find her.

She was pretty upset about the comments and tried to get me to validate that she wasn't disruptive or unwelcome. I assured her that I don't mind the occasional visit or if she wants to play her own games in the background on mute/low volume/with earphones in, but that I have actually been meaning to ask her to give me a little more curtesy when I'm streaming because its hard to have dynamic engagement when I can't actually talk to anyone because she's talking non-stop or her own game volume is distorting the sound.

I tried to say it as gently as possible but it was clear that the more we discussed it, the more upsetting it was for her. She called time on the conversation by abruptly saying she'll just 'never so much as walk past the door' when I'm streaming, and that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

She was only working a half-day today and I was streaming between mid-day and the early afternoon. When I said goodbye to her this morning she made sure to somewhat sarcastically assure me that she wouldn't dare interrupt my stream today, and she hoped it went well.

She refused to discuss it further when she came home, or over dinner, and since dinner she's shut herself in the conservatory and has been on the phone to a friend.

I'd like to discuss it further because I'm discontent with her being upset about it, but I'm also not particularly agreeable with me being in the wrong here. Streaming is my job. We pay equal expenses, so its not as if this is just a silly little fake job or hobby for me while she foots the bills. I rely on viewers to get paid, and when quite a few of them leave because I've had to stop playing for 20 minutes to listen to her chat, it could negatively impact my ability to bring home a reasonable contribution.

Ordinarily we can resolve any conflicts or disagreements quickly and fairly. We've never been the sort of couple to spend days being passive aggressive or refusing to talk.

With her being so resolute in being upset and not communicating, I'm at a loss for if I'm actually in the wrong or not for asking her to be more mindful of interrupting me and causing disruptions while I'm working.

What are these acronyms?

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✶ my so far shifting tips ✶

I had cut myself off from my phone and media for two weeks (I was admitted to a boarding school) 'attempting' to shift, reviewing & journaling my 'attempts' the next morning everyday and this is what I've learned so far !

1. Spot !

When we close our eyes, our vision gets blocked and our other senses grow sensitive sometimes it's difficult to visualize & concentrate , actually feel that you're there etc

In this case, try to look at 'something' when you close your eyes. Let me explain.

When you close your eyes, you see darkness under your eyelids. Just settle your pupils at a random point among the darkness and simply stare at that area, concentrate at that area as if you're observing something normally under the light

This helped me to visualize and unfocus from my senses, from what I'm currently feeling what's different from what I 'should' be feeling.

2. CONFIDENCE !

This is the most important thing I've learned. I used to really underestimate this factor which was absolutely ignorant of me.

The key to shifting is confidence ! !

When you're walking up to your bed and lying on it, be confident AF. Be confident that you'll wake up 'there'. Confidently pronounce to your consciousness that -now I'm 'here' !!

You're not sure about the concept of shifting itself ? You have doubts ? Those things don't matter. Having doubts is normal and completely fine. Just be confident! Trust yourself.

Abandon 'What if's. 'What if I don't shift' , 'What if....' bla bla

Those things can all be answered by your confidence !

3. Reviewing your 'attempts' everyday !

Even on the days you didn't do any attempts, or on the days you have nothing to write, just listing your thoughts helps you to tidy your messy head.

I mostly realized new things about myself related to shifting mid writing, listing my thoughts

Shifting journeys are very personal. So knowing, learning about yourself one by one helps a lot ! Your unknown fears of shifting, what helps you and what doesn't.

Try discovering your own shifting tips and maybe write them on your shiftblr just like I'm doing now LOL

4. Decide !

You 'decide' to shift or not, something would work or not. "What if I don't shift" -> stop acting as if somebody else would randomly choose the result for you.

"I can do it" ? This phrase is wrong. Because it's a decision not some leap of faith

"I will do it. I am doing it. I have done it." Decide.

5. Failure !

When you end up waking up in your CR, you may feel stressed, frustrated, depressed even.

This is completely normal and fine cause I do to LOL.

Though know how to cut this frustration firmly soon enough. Feel sad for a few seconds perhaps but soon consider this 'failure' as an improvement cause I swear to god, it IS an improvement. Truly. Please do trust me. You improve in every attempt. But you can't improve forever, you WILL get what you want at some point and who knows when? It can be today

This mindset can be built quickly by journaling, reviewing your attempts like I referred previously.

When you're journaling, firstly try to find things to compliment about this attempt for yourself, something like 'I tried to concentrate on my mind instead of my five senses this time'.

And then write things you wish you had done in that attempt or any assumptions. Such as "Maybe ___ could help." "Maybe try using emotions more next time".

And actually try those things on the next attempt. Then that's an improvement ! Or you could even shift right away successfully by that improvement and realization, who knows ?

THIS is how you treat a failure. Frustration is momentary

6. Take your time !

Please be gentle with yourself. Please don't rush or push yourself during the method. Wait for you to adapt to the place you decided to be in. Wait till the feeling that you're 'there' embraces you fully, so fully that you feel comfortable and rested.

{ Shifting is just a ' click ' of my mind. }

This is just 'some' tips from my journal so I still have bunch left. I'll try to share them here as well if I get free times !

Have fun time shifting guys <<3

+ and to myself