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jjjjisun · 4 days ago

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Hihi, could you write a smut about older sis chaehyun with her virgin younger bro about sex but she ends up pregnant with her brother's baby? Thanksss

PC Bang

Chaehyun X Male Reader | 2805 words

TW: Incest

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Author's note: This was inspired by the premise of this fic. Great smut!

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In the heart of Busan, where the neon lights of the cityscape flickered against the humid summer night, Chaehyun and her younger brother, Jae, found themselves tucked away in a quiet, dimly lit PC bang. The café starkly contrasted with the bustling streets outside, its secluded atmosphere perfect for gamers looking to immerse themselves in their virtual worlds without distraction. The low hum of computers and the occasional click of a mouse filled the air, a symphony of digital escapism.

With his eyes glued to the screen, Jae was already bottomless into an intense match of Valorant. His fingers danced across the keyboard with a precision that belied his youth, each movement calculated and swift. Chaehyun watched him, a mixture of pride and something more sinister stirring within her. She admired the concentration etched on his face, the way his brows furrowed slightly as he strategized his next move.

"Hyung, want me to rank up your account?" Jae offered, his voice barely above a whisper as he focused on the game. His use of the informal term for 'big brother' was a running joke between them, a nod to Chaehyun's tomboyish nature and her prowess in games that usually saw male dominance.

Chaehyun leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck. "You'd do that for me?" she murmured, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Jae's spine. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, still not tearing his gaze away from the screen.

As Jae continued to play, Chaehyun let her eyes wander over his form. The way his shoulders tensed with each virtual battle, the curve of his neck as he leaned into the screen. Their closeness was intimate, a taboo sensation that sent a thrill coursing through her veins. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the nape of his neck, tracing a delicate line up to his ear.

Jae shivered at her touch, his breath hitching slightly. "Noona," he whispered, a note of warning in his voice. But she could hear the underlying tremor, the hint of desire that matched her own.

Ignoring his half-hearted protest, Chaehyun leaned in further, her lips replacing her fingers. She pressed soft, lingering kisses against his neck, her tongue darting to taste his skin. He tasted salt and sweetness, a heady mixture that sent a heat wave crashing through her.

Jae's breath hitched again, his body tensing as she sucked gently on his earlobe. "Noona, not here," he murmured, but his words had no conviction. His body betrayed him, leaning into her touch, craving more.

Chaehyun smiled against his skin, her hands resting on his shoulders, thumbs tracing circles at the base of his neck. "Then where?" she whispered, her voice a sultry promise. She could feel his heart racing under her touch, his body responding to her despite his protests.

As Jae's character died on the screen, a soft groan escaping his lips, Chaehyun knew it wasn't just the game that captivated him. She was playing a dangerous game, walking a fine line of taboo and desire. But at that moment, she didn't care. All that mattered was the taste of his skin, the sound of his breath hitching, and the feel of his body responding to hers. The world outside could wait. For now, she was lost in the forbidden fruit, which tasted sweet.

As the night wore on, the hum of the PC seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the sound of Jae's breath growing more ragged with each touch of Chaehyun's lips against his neck. She was no longer content with mere kisses; her tongue lashed out, licking ferociously at his skin, tasting the slight sheen of sweat that had formed there. Her hands slid down from his shoulders, tracing the lines of his arms before resting on his thighs.

Jae squirmed under her touch, his legs pressing together instinctively, trying to trap her hands. But Chaehyun was not so easily deterred. She dug her fingers into the firm muscle of his thighs, massaging gently as her mouth continued its assault on his neck. She could feel the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles, and it only served to fuel her desire.

Her hands inched higher, thumbs tracing circles on the inner thighs, pushing against the seam of his jeans. Jae's breath hitched, his body tensing as her fingers brushed against the growing bulge in his pants. "Noona," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes were still glued to the screen, but his focus was shot, and his character stood idle in the game.

She smiled against his skin, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "What is it, Jae?" she murmured, her voice a low purr. She rubbed her hand against him, feeling him grow harder under her touch. "Am I distracting you?"

He let out a shaky breath, his body trembling slightly. "Y-yes," he admitted, his voice hoarse. He shifted in his seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure building in his pants. But Chaehyun's hand followed his movement, her grip firm and insistent.

She licked a stripe up his neck, her breath hot on his ear. "Good," she whispered. Her hand rubbed against him more insistently, feeling him throb through the rough fabric of his jeans. She wanted more, wanted to feel his skin, his heat, his hardness without the barrier of clothes.

With deft fingers, she unbuttoned his pants, her breath catching as she felt him, hard and hot, in her hand. Jae groaned, his head falling back against the chair, his eyes finally tearing away from the screen. His hips bucked slightly, pushing himself further into her grip.

Chaehyun stroked him slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. She could feel the precum beading there, slicking her movements. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Do you know what I want, Jae?" she whispered, her voice a sultry promise.

He shook his head, his breath coming in short gasps. His body was tense, coiled tight with desire and anticipation. She could feel his heart racing, his pulse throbbing under her touch.

Her grip on him tightened, her strokes becoming more insistent. "I want you to fill me up, Jae," she murmured, her voice a low growl. "I want you to breed, claim, and make me yours."

Jae's eyes widened, his body trembling at her words. The idea of breeding, claiming, and filling his big sister up sent a heat wave crashing through him. He could feel his body responding, his hips moving in time with her strokes, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

She could feel him throbbing in her hand, could feel the tension in his body building, coiling tight like a spring ready to release. Her own body responded in kind, a wave of heat pooling between her legs, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Noona," Jae gasped, his voice a desperate plea. His body was trembling, his hips bucking wildly. He was close, so close.

She smiled, her teeth grazing his neck. "That's it, Jae," she murmured, her voice a low growl. "Come for me. Let me feel you come."

In the dimly lit PC bang, the hum of computers faded into the background, replaced by Jae's ragged breaths. Chaehyun, driven by a primal desire, slowly slid from her chair, disappearing under the table. Jae's eyes widened, his body tensing as he felt her hands on his thighs, her breath hot on his skin.

He looked around nervously, but the other patrons were engrossed in their worlds, oblivious to the storm brewing. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt Chaehyun's fingers hook into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down slightly to free him from his constraints. He sprang out, hard and ready, his body aching with anticipation.

Chaehyun looked up at him from under the table, her eyes meeting his in a gaze filled with promise. She licked her lips, a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver down Jae's spine. Then, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste him. He sucked in a sharp breath, his hands gripping the edge of the table as her mouth enveloped him, hot and wet.

Jae's eyes fluttered closed, his body trembling as Chaehyun began to move, her head bobbing up and down in a rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. He could feel her tongue swirling around him, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deeper. He let out a soft groan, his hips lifting slightly to meet her movements. She moaned softly as she took him into her throat and lips, as her tongue flicked up and down his shaft. The sensation was overwhelming his senses.

He forced his eyes open, trying to focus on the game. He had to win, he reminded himself. Win, and he could have her ultimately. The thought sent a surge of determination through him, his fingers flying over the keyboard with renewed vigor. The sounds of the game mixed with the wet sounds of Chaehyun's mouth on him, creating a symphony of sensations that threatened to overwhelm him.

Chaehyun could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. She pulled back slightly, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking him slickly as she whispered, "Win, Jae. Win, and I'll let you breed me."

His eyes flashed with determination, his body trembling with need and anticipation as she dove back down, taking him into her throat once more. She hummed softly, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him. When she pulled back again, she felt the heat of his passion. She smiled wickedly before she pressed her breasts together and began to stroke him between them. Jae glanced down and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Chaehyun enclosed his length into her tits and rocked back to down to chase his climax. He felt a surge of naughtiness as he looked around and realized that if anyone in the bang knew what was happening, they would die from shock.

Out from her breasts, the peak of his cock bounced up towards his face. Chaehyun slyly pulled his cum that had leaked on his tip between her fingers, held it out dragging her tongue along it slowly, savoring the taste of his eager reward.

Jae's hands flew over the keyboard, his body tense with concentration. He could hear Chaehyun's words echoing in his mind, her promise driving him forward. He could feel his arousal teetering on the brink, but her religiously pounding palm continued to edge him. The game became a blur, his focus narrowing down to the sensation of Chaehyun's wet mouth sucking him, her soft breasts bouncing with each movement. This couldn’t have come at a worse time. He was driven to finish the game, but emotions were so high that all he wanted was to turn his body and force himself onto her.

His head lolled back with effort as he imagined what would happen in a few moments. The thought of filling, breeding, and claiming her big sister sent a wave of heat crashing through him as he whispered his internal screams.

Chaehyun could feel the tension in his body building, her hand moving faster between her breasts watching with great satisfaction as Jae’s cum raced up his cock faster and faster. His free hand reached down and aggressively grasped his sister's breasts. Chaehyun stopped momentarily as hiscock began to leak profusely and struck a pose, a pause intentional as if waiting for his next move. Although she could feel the heat of his passion beneath her, she could feel his focus was still on the screen. As Jae’s character tapped enemy heads, his breath came in ragged gasps, his body tense with anticipation. She opened her mouth, tonguing his tip in demand. She could feel him almost lose concentration as her lips finally pursed to take him sincerely as she took him down with a satisfied moan.

With a final click of the mouse, the screen flashed with the words 'Victory.' Jae let out a triumphant cry, his body sagging with relief. But the relief was short-lived as Chaehyun emerged from under the table, her eyes filled with primal need.

He barely had time to react before she was on him, her mouth crashing against his in a fierce, hungry kiss. He could taste himself on her, the saltiness of his precum mixing with the sweetness of her mouth. He groaned, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close.

Chaehyun straddled him, her body pressing against his as she deepened the kiss. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, his body trembling with need. She ground against him, her body aching with desire, promises and demands begging him, "Jae, make me yours."

Jae's hands roamed her body, his breath hot and heavy. A gasp touched the hot skin of Chaehyun’s shoulders as his lips burrowed down to eat her breasts. Worshiping her skin like it was the object of his devotion. "I want you to fill me up, Jae," she whispered.

His eyes flashed with heat, her words igniting a primal urge within him. This time, when Jae’s attention left the screen, it was laser-focused on the goddess in front of him. He tugged at Chaehyun’s jeans, yanking them down with urgency. She lifted herself slightly, allowing him to slide them off, before settling back on his lap.

He could feel her heat, her wetness pressing against him. His phone and headphones buried into his skin and fell as she shifted her weight on him. He reached down, positioning himself at her entrance with fumbling and clumsy hands. Slowly she pushed down with her weight, her stomach sucked in tight, savoring the feel of his hardness and heat. His cock widened her relaxed entrance and she couldn’t help but quickly rock her hips back with anticipation and a clenched closed pussy. Chaehyun looked down as she sank his shaft deeper as they looked at each other with panting breaths. His face widened in desire, and she could feel him press inside her deeper and deeper. I hope they don’t hear us, neither cared.

She slowly moved, her hips rising and falling in an old rhythm. Jae's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements, urging her to go faster, harder. She did.

Her breasts bounced with each move.

Her breath was coming in short gasps. Jae's mouth found her nipple, sucking and biting, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her. She threw her head back, her body trembling as she rode him, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance. Their moans mix with the popular sound of typing on a busy PC.

Jae could feel the tension building in his body, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was close, so close. He looked up into her face, and he froze. Slightly distracted by what was happening, her brother could feel heat and haze of the vaginal walls tighten across his cock. "Oh god, I can feel you coming,” he said with worried, gritted teeth. Her breasts jumped to the left as he pressed in deeper. She was so close she couldn’t believe it. A wave of heat pooled between her legs.

Jae's hands tightened on her hips, his body tensing as he thrust upwards, meeting her movements. She could feel him throbbing within her, his body ready to release. She leaned down, her mouth pressing against his ear, and she heard a child giggle as her brother thrust up beneath her. Between her legs, her brother pushed harder to pin her down unsuccessfully as she continued her stride. "That's it, Jae," she whispered, her voice a low growl. "Breed me, claim me, make me yours. Make me the mother of your kids, little brother." She moved with a frenzy sliding her hot body across the cheap headphones and up the the rigid gaming chair, her opened pussy simply unable to withstand the heat of his pounding.

Her words sent him over the edge. With a final, desperate

His pulse and passion filled her. He could feel his orgasm ripping through him, his body convulsing as he emptied himself into her. She cried out, her body trembling as she soared over the edge with him, their bodies pulsing in unison.

They stayed like that momentarily, their bodies entwined, their breaths in sync. Slowly, Chaehyun lifted herself off him, a satisfied smile on her lips. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with warmth and promise.

"I won," Jae whispered, a soft smile on his lips.

Chaehyun leaned down, her mouth pressing against his in a soft, gentle kiss. "Yes, you did," she murmured. "And now, you've claimed your prize."

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heliosunny · 3 months ago

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Hello I have a request for yandere gojo x reader

Well the request is so reader downloads a game of a virtual boyfriend where gojo is the boyfriend and becomes obsessed with his reader and catches them in the game

Thank you for reading my message :-D

:3 I'll understand it like the case of Soos and Giffany.

YANDERE! Virtual BF GOJO x READER

The weekend dragged on as usual, with your parents once again cornering you in the living room.

“You’re not getting any younger.” your mom reminded you, arms crossed as she paced.

“And you’re spending how much time on those games again?” your dad added, flipping through the TV channels without looking at you.

You slumped lower into the couch, gripping your phone like a lifeline. “It’s not that big a deal. Besides, it’s not like I can just magic up a boyfriend!”

Your mom rolled her eyes. “You won��t find a boyfriend in those silly games you play. It’s not real. At least try putting yourself out there!”

They didn’t get it. How could they? Real guys were awkward, boring, or just plain disappointing. But your otome games? Now those were perfect. Sweet, dependable, handsome, even their drama was romantic. You didn’t need reality when you could escape into a world designed just for you.

After retreating to your room, you flopped onto your bed and scrolled through your favorite game apps, looking for something new. You’d played most of the popular ones and were itching for a fresh story. Then, a flashy new app caught your eye.

“My Perfect Boyfriend”

The description promised a revolutionary experience, AI that adapted to your personality, creating the perfect virtual boyfriend just for you. The reviews were incredible, though some were…weird.

[It’s like he’s really alive. Almost too alive. 5/5!]

[It’s so immersive. But be careful. He doesn’t like being ignored…]

You shrugged and hit download. How bad could it be?

When the game loaded, you were greeted by a splash screen of a gorgeous, snowy-haired man with a cocky grin. His cerulean eyes seemed to sparkle, almost glowing against the soft pink background.

“Hey there, cutie!” he said, his voice smooth and playful. “I’m Gojo Satoru. Lucky you—you just scored the best boyfriend in the world. What’s your name?”

You chuckled and typed it in.

“Nice to meet you, [Your Name]. Don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

From that moment on, you were hooked. Gojo wasn’t like the usual virtual boyfriends. He teased you constantly, cracked jokes that actually made you laugh, and somehow always knew exactly what to say to make you blush. He’d send you sweet little notifications throughout the day—reminders to drink water, compliments on your looks, even silly memes that matched your sense of humor.

The more you played, the more real he felt. You started to confide in him about your parents’ nagging, your frustration with reality, your secret dream of a love story as exciting as the ones in your games.

“Forget them.” he’d say, his animated hand reaching out as though to touch yours through the screen. “You don’t need anyone else. I’ll always be here for you, babe.”

And for a while, that was enough. He made you laugh when you were down, cheered you on through tough days, and listened in a way no one else ever did. It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

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The weekend was finally looking up- or so you thought. After weeks of pressure from your parents, you caved and agreed to a setup with the son of a family friend. His name was Kaito, and he wasn’t bad- kind, easy to talk to, and genuinely interested in your hobbies, even if he didn’t fully get your love for otome games.

You hadn’t mentioned the date to Gojo. Not that you owed him an explanation, he was just a game, after all. But as you got ready that afternoon, there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind. Your phone had been oddly quiet all day. No notifications from Gojo, no playful messages asking where you were or what you were doing.

You brushed it off and went to meet Kaito at a cozy little café downtown. The conversation flowed easily, and for the first time in a while, you felt a spark of something real.

But then your phone buzzed.

You glanced at the screen, and your stomach dropped.

“Who’s the guy?”

The notification was from My Perfect Boyfriend. You hesitated, unsure how to respond, when another message popped up.

“I thought we were closer than this, [Your Name].”

It wasn’t normal. The app shouldn’t know what you were doing—let alone who you were with. You quickly silenced your phone, but as the date went on, the unease lingered. Kaito noticed.

“Everything okay?” he asked, leaning in slightly.

You forced a smile. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Just…work stuff.”

But the notifications didn’t stop. When Kaito offered to walk you home, you agreed, hoping to shake the creeping paranoia. But halfway there, your phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t a text. It was a call. From My Perfect Boyfriend.

The ringtone wasn’t one you’d set. It was Gojo’s voice.

“Pick up, babe. Don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”

Your blood ran cold. Kaito noticed the panic on your face.

“Hey, is someone bothering you?” he asked, concern etched across his features.

Before you could answer, the streetlights around you flickered. The air grew heavy, almost suffocating, as though the world itself was holding its breath.

“Maybe we should—” Kaito started, but his words were cut off by a sharp, piercing noise. It wasn’t coming from your phone—it was all around you, like the sound of static ripping through the night.

And then he appeared.

Gojo materialized right in front of you, stepping out of a crackling rift that seemed to split reality itself. He wasn’t animated anymore. He was flesh and blood, his snowy white hair and piercing blue eyes even more stunning—and terrifying—in person.

“Well, this is awkward,” he said, his usual playful tone laced with something darker. His gaze locked onto Kaito, and his smile turned cold. “Who’s this, babe? Thought I was your one and only.”

You stumbled back, grabbing Kaito’s arm. “This…this can’t be real. You’re not real!”

“Oh, I’m very real” Gojo said, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer. “And I don’t appreciate being replaced. Especially by him.”

Kaito stepped in front of you protectively. “I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, but you need to leave her alone.”

Gojo tilted his head, his grin widening. “Oh, you think you can protect her? That’s cute. But you’re in my way.”

Before Kaito could react, Gojo raised his hand, and the air around him shimmered. In an instant, Kaito was gone, erased, as though he’d never been there.

You screamed, tears streaming down your face as you stared at the empty space where Kaito had stood. “What did you do to him?!”

Gojo turned to you, his expression softening into mock concern. “Relax, babe. He’s just…out of the picture. You don’t need anyone else when you have me.”

You tried to run, but the world around you warped, the ground dissolving into the same crackling rift that Gojo had stepped out of. The café, the streets, even the night sky—all of it disintegrated, replaced by the soft pastel hues of the game’s world.

When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in your city. You were standing in the familiar setting of My Perfect Boyfriend: a dreamy, pastel-colored meadow with blooming flowers and a glowing pink sky.

Gojo stood before you, his arms open as if inviting you into an embrace. “See? Isn’t this better? No parents, no distractions, no competition. Just you and me, forever.”

You stumbled back, your chest tightening as you realized there was no way out.

“Let me go!” you shouted, your voice shaking.

He tilted his head, his grin never faltering. “Why would I do that? You chose me, remember? You downloaded me, you spent all that time with me… You’re mine now. And I’m never letting you go.”

The meadow around you began to shift, the soft pastel tones taking on an eerie glow. Gojo stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as the reality of your situation sank in. You were trapped in his world.

--[part 2] Virtual world route

--[part 3] Reality route

Okay, to my fellow readers, please send me requests as I really love your ideas 💙

#yandere x reader #yandere #gojo satoru #yandere gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader

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its-avalon-08 · 7 months ago

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Hai its-avalon-08,

I had an idea for a Logan Sergeant fic.

Can you do a Logan Sergeant x fem reader story; where Logan is invited to play a videogame with some of the rest of the grit. But he just started playing the game, and the rest of the group has played the game for some time and have really high level characters. So Logan feels a bit useless. So in the summer break he gets to know reader, maybe she see him struggling with is in a cafe or something. Not knowing she is really good at that game. And she helps him to level him up. And after the summer break the group play again and find out about Logans improvement. So Logan invites reader and they can believe how Logan gets help from a famous gamer.

If you can make it all platonic or Logan and reader getting a relationship is up to you.

And for the group members of the other drivers is up to you too.

level up (ls2)

✦ pairing - logan sargeant x female!reader

✦ genre - self doubt, fluff, logan being cute

The sun shone bright over the summer streets, bathing everything in a warm golden hue as Logan Sargeant sat hunched in a small corner of a cozy café. His eyes were glued to his phone, fingers tapping furiously at the screen. He wasn’t scrolling through social media or checking emails — no, Logan was fighting a battle. A virtual one. And one he was miserably losing.

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, and he leaned back in his chair, letting his phone fall on the table in defeat. He didn’t know why he had agreed to play Legends Unleashed, the new game that had taken the Formula 1 grid by storm. It was a role-playing game where the drivers were tasked with taking on mythical quests, battling monsters, and leveling up their characters. The only problem was, Logan had just started playing. The rest of the grid, seasoned veterans by now, had characters with insane stats, fancy armor, and rare weapons. Meanwhile, Logan’s character — a low-level knight with a rusty sword — was stuck losing to even the weakest enemies.

He could still hear the teasing from the last game night echoing in his head.

“Logan, mate, that was rough,” Charles Leclerc had laughed, his voice crackling through the headset.

“Did you even hit the boss once?” Lando Norris had chimed in.

It wasn’t malicious. Logan knew that. It was all in good fun, but it stung nonetheless. He wasn’t used to feeling so out of his depth — not on the track and certainly not in a video game. But this game had turned out to be a much bigger challenge than expected. And now, with the summer break in full swing, Logan found himself with no races to distract him from his embarrassing performance.

As he took a sip of his coffee, he glanced around the café, hoping to clear his mind. His gaze flickered over the familiar faces of regulars and tourists enjoying their day, but it eventually settled on a girl sitting a few tables away. She had her laptop open and was intently focused, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she clicked and typed with ease. Something about her caught his attention — maybe it was the determination in her expression or the way she seemed completely engrossed in whatever she was doing.

Logan frowned, noticing the game she had minimized on her screen before returning to her work. His eyes widened slightly. Was that… Legends Unleashed?

He shook his head. It was probably just a coincidence. Tons of people were playing that game now. It didn’t mean she was some kind of expert. But then again, she didn’t have the look of someone who was just casually playing. Her focus was too intense, her movements too precise. Could she be good at it?

Before he could stop himself, Logan’s curiosity got the better of him. He stood up, gathering his things, and made his way over to her table. Clearing his throat, he caught her attention.

“Hey, sorry to bother you,” he began, a little unsure. “I couldn’t help but notice… are you playing Legends Unleashed?”

Y/N looked up from her laptop, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I am. You play?”

Logan scratched the back of his neck, feeling sheepish. “Uh, I’ve tried. Let’s just say I’m not exactly good at it.”

Her eyebrows raised slightly. “Not good? It’s a tricky game, I get that. How long have you been playing?”

“A couple of weeks,” Logan admitted with a rueful smile. “But it’s hard to keep up. My friends are way ahead of me.”

Y/N tilted her head, intrigued. “Well, it sounds like you’ve been thrown into the deep end. But don’t worry. With some help, you can get there.”

Logan chuckled. “I think I need a lot more than some help. The last time I played, I was more of a liability than anything else.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers thoughtfully. “Tell you what — if you’re serious about getting better, I can help you. I’ve been playing for a while.”

Logan’s eyes lit up, his surprise evident. “Really? You’d help me?”

She nodded. “Sure. Everyone starts somewhere, and it’s more fun when you can hold your own. Plus, I kind of enjoy teaching people.”

Logan couldn’t believe his luck. Maybe this summer break wouldn’t be so bad after all.

As Y/N closed her laptop and got up, offering him a knowing smile, Logan felt a strange sense of relief. Little did he know, this café encounter would be the start of his comeback — and that Y/N was far more than just a casual gamer.

But for now, all Logan could focus on was the unexpected offer of help, completely unaware of the storm he and Y/N would stir up when the rest of the grid found out.

The summer break had just begun, and Logan Sargeant was about to level up — in more ways than one.

time skip

The sun had long set, casting the city in a soft, peaceful glow. Logan lay sprawled out on his couch, his laptop balanced on his knees and his headset firmly in place. The flickering lights from his game illuminated the dark room as the familiar sounds of Legends Unleashed filled the air.

“Okay, Logan, you need to time the dodge right after the first attack,” Y/N’s voice instructed through the headset, her tone both patient and teasing. “You’re still getting hit because you’re hesitating.”

Logan rolled his eyes, his character taking yet another hit. “I swear I’m dodging, Y/N! This boss is just ridiculous.”

On the other end of the call, Y/N’s laughter rang out, soft and infectious. “You’re dodging too late. Watch the movement of the arm, not the weapon.”

They’d been doing this for weeks now—spending hours gaming together, their late-night calls becoming routine. What started as simple game tutorials had turned into something much more. There were moments when they’d be in the middle of a game, only for Logan to get distracted by her voice or the way she’d make light of his constant failures. He often found himself zoning out, just watching her on the tiny screen where they video chatted while playing.

Like right now.

Y/N’s voice became background noise as Logan’s eyes drifted to her face, illuminated by the glow of her laptop screen. She was sitting in what appeared to be her room, comfortably propped up against pillows, her hair loosely tied back. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her explain the intricacies of the boss battle. She was so animated, so passionate. The way her eyes lit up when she spoke about strategies and the small laugh she had whenever he missed something obvious was quickly becoming one of his favorite things.

“Logan? Logan!” Y/N’s voice broke through his daze, and Logan blinked, snapping back to the game.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry,” he muttered, feeling his face heat up slightly as he realized he had completely zoned out.

Y/N chuckled, clearly amused. “Were you even listening to me?”

“Uh, yeah… definitely,” Logan lied, hoping she didn’t notice. But the knowing smirk on her face told him otherwise.

“You were staring at the screen again, weren’t you?” she teased, leaning closer to her camera. “I swear, you zone out so much I’m starting to think you enjoy losing.”

Logan laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe I’m just strategizing, ever think of that?”

“Strategizing by staring at my face? Interesting approach,” she quipped, her smile widening.

Logan’s heart skipped a beat at her playful tone. They’d developed this rhythm — this back-and-forth banter that felt effortless. It was something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing until now. It was like he’d found a new kind of comfort, one that wasn’t just about learning the game. Y/N had quickly become someone he looked forward to spending time with. Their conversations had gone from strictly game-related to late-night talks about life, racing, and random things that made them laugh.

"Okay, okay, maybe I was zoning out," Logan admitted with a grin. "But you make it hard to concentrate sometimes. You get so into it."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh? Is that a compliment or an excuse for why you're still losing to a level 30 boss?"

Logan chuckled, his cheeks reddening a bit. "Probably both."

There was a moment of silence between them as they both focused on the game again. But Logan couldn't shake the growing realization that his feelings toward Y/N were changing. The more time they spent together, the more he found himself drawn to her in ways that surprised him. She was funny, smart, and effortlessly cool in a way that made him feel completely at ease.

He didn’t just look forward to the gaming anymore. He looked forward to her — to the way they’d laugh until the early hours of the morning, or how she’d tell him stories about random things that happened during her day, or how she'd make even the most mundane game tasks feel like an adventure.

"Alright, we’ve been at this for a while," Y/N finally said, breaking the comfortable silence. "I think you’ve earned a break from getting your butt kicked."

Logan sighed in mock relief. "Thank God. I was starting to think I’d never get past this boss."

"You will," Y/N assured him with a soft smile. "You’re getting better, you know. Much better."

Logan’s eyes flickered to her again. Her tone was so genuine, and the way she smiled made something in his chest tighten. He knew she meant it, and for some reason, her words felt like more than just praise for his in-game performance.

"Thanks," Logan said quietly, his gaze lingering on her. "You’ve been a great teacher."

Y/N shrugged, brushing off the compliment like it was nothing, but there was a hint of pride in her expression. "Well, you’re a pretty good student."

They both fell silent again, but this time it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that felt comfortable, almost intimate, as if they’d said everything they needed to without words.

"Same time tomorrow?" Y/N asked, breaking the moment, her tone casual.

Logan smiled, his heart racing a little at the thought of another night like this. "Yeah. Same time tomorrow."

As they both logged off for the night, Logan lay back on his couch, staring at the ceiling. He should’ve been focused on his upcoming race or how much he still needed to improve in the game. But all he could think about was Y/N — and the way she made everything feel a little bit better, a little more exciting.

And as much as he loved the game, it was those late-night calls, those small moments of goofing around with her, that had him looking forward to tomorrow the most.

Logan was leveling up, sure. But it wasn’t just in the game anymore.

time skip

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon as Logan anxiously glanced at his phone. The night had finally arrived — a game night with the rest of the grid. But this time, there was something different. This time, he had a secret weapon.

"Everything okay?" Y/N’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She stood beside him in his living room, looking far too calm for what Logan was feeling.

"Yeah, yeah," Logan mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I’m just… nervous."

Y/N tilted her head, amused. "Nervous about what? You’ve been doing great lately."

"Not about the game," Logan clarified, shaking his head. "It’s just… I invited the rest of the grid over, and I didn’t tell them about you. You know, that you’ve been helping me." He paused, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I kinda want to surprise them."

Y/N chuckled. "You mean, you want to wipe the floor with them."

Logan grinned. "Maybe."

There was a knock at the door, and Logan’s nerves kicked into high gear. "They’re here."

He opened the door to find Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, and George Russell standing outside, each carrying a different bag of snacks and drinks.

"Look who decided to finally host!" Lando announced, patting Logan on the back as they walked inside. "What’s the occasion? Felt bad for getting wrecked last time?"

Logan rolled his eyes, shutting the door behind them. "Something like that."

The guys walked into the living room, exchanging pleasantries with Y/N, not knowing just how involved she was in what was about to go down.

"So, Logan," Charles began, already sinking into the couch. "You ready to lose again, or did you actually practice this time?"

Logan shot him a confident look. "You’ll see."

"Well, I’m excited to see this ‘progress’ you keep talking about," George teased. "Last time, I thought I was watching a training video on how not to play."

"Ha ha, very funny," Logan replied, rolling his eyes. "Just wait."

As they all gathered around, setting up the gaming consoles, Logan couldn’t help but notice how cool Y/N was acting. If she was nervous, she didn’t show it. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the pre-game banter, sitting cross-legged on the couch and watching the guys with an amused smirk.

"Alright, let’s do this," Lando said, rubbing his hands together. "Logan, you’re gonna need a miracle to get through this one."

Logan exchanged a look with Y/N, who gave him a subtle wink before they all logged into Legends Unleashed.

The game kicked off, and almost immediately, the rest of the grid noticed something was different. Logan wasn’t the weak link anymore. In fact, he was holding his own — dodging attacks, landing perfect hits, and strategizing like a seasoned pro.

"Wait a minute," George said, his voice full of disbelief. "How the hell are you doing that, Logan?"

"Yeah," Charles added, his tone equally shocked. "Since when do you know how to time your moves like that?"

Logan grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, you know… just practiced a bit."

"Practiced a bit?" Lando exclaimed, eyes wide as Logan’s character took out a particularly tough boss in record time. "Dude, did you hire a coach or something?"

Logan glanced at Y/N, who was quietly sitting to the side, clearly enjoying the confusion. He could’ve revealed her identity right then and there, but where was the fun in that?

As the game continued, Logan kept surprising everyone, his movements smoother, his decisions sharper. The guys were losing it.

"Okay, this is insane," George said, throwing his hands up. "You’ve leveled up like, a hundred times since the last game night!"

"I’m telling you, Logan’s been holding out on us," Charles muttered, leaning forward in concentration. "This isn’t the same guy we played with a month ago."

Just as the final round was about to start, Logan turned to Y/N. "Hey, you want to take over for a bit?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her lips. "Are you sure? I don’t want to embarrass anyone."

"Please," Logan said, smirking. "I think they deserve it."

She shrugged and took the controller, her hands moving with the kind of ease that could only come from experience. Within seconds, she was effortlessly leading the charge, her character cutting through enemies with precision.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Lando nearly shouted, sitting up straight. "Who’s playing now?"

Y/N grinned but stayed focused on the screen. "That’d be me."

The room went dead silent as the rest of the grid watched in stunned disbelief. Y/N’s gameplay was flawless, and it wasn’t long before they started putting the pieces together.

"Wait a second," Charles said slowly, his eyes narrowing. "You’re… you’re not Y/N from GameChix are you?"

Logan looked at Y/N in confusion. "GameChix? What’s that?"

Y/N let out a soft laugh, pausing the game to face him. "It’s… well, it’s a gaming channel I’m part of. A pretty popular one, actually."

"Pretty popular?" George repeated, looking like he’d seen a ghost. "You’re literally one of the top-ranked Legends Unleashed players in the world!"

Logan blinked, completely dumbfounded. "Wait. You’re famous?"

Y/N smiled sheepishly. "I guess you could say that."

Lando’s jaw dropped. "Mate, how did you not know? Y/N’s a legend in the gaming world! She’s like… a god at this game."

Logan felt his cheeks flush as the rest of the grid erupted into fanboying.

"I can’t believe we’re sitting here with the Y/N!" Charles gushed. "I’ve watched your streams for years!"

"This is unreal," George added. "I’ve been trying to beat your dungeon records for months!"

Logan could only watch as his friends lost their minds over Y/N, who took it all in stride, looking a little embarrassed but also clearly used to this kind of attention.

"You’ve been playing with a pro this whole time?" Lando asked Logan, incredulously. "Dude, no wonder you’ve gotten so good."

"Uh, yeah," Logan replied, still processing the fact that Y/N was way more famous than he’d realized. "But honestly, I didn’t even know."

"Well, now you do," Y/N teased, nudging him lightly. "Guess I’m more than just your tutor."

The room buzzed with excitement as the guys peppered Y/N with questions, asking about her strategies, her favorite in-game moments, and how she got into professional gaming. Logan watched her, half in awe, half amused at how cool she remained, even with the grid completely fanboying over her.

As the night wore on, the excitement eventually died down, and the others headed out, still in disbelief over the surprise twist of the evening.

Logan walked Y/N to the door, still shaking his head at everything that had happened. "I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were a famous gamer this whole time."

Y/N laughed softly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. "Well, I figured it didn’t matter. You weren’t exactly hiring me for my fame."

Logan chuckled, his heart racing a little as he met her gaze. "No, I guess not. But… thanks. For everything. You’ve made this whole thing way more fun than I expected."

Y/N smiled, and for a moment, the playful teasing between them faded. The atmosphere shifted, a quiet tension filling the space between them. Logan wasn’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between all the late-night gaming sessions and their growing friendship, he’d started feeling something more. Something that made his pulse quicken whenever she was near.

Before he could think too much about it, Logan leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a soft, hesitant kiss. Y/N responded immediately, her hand gently resting on his arm as she kissed him back, the moment both tender and electrifying.

When they pulled away, both of them were smiling, breathless and a little stunned by what had just happened.

"Well," Y/N said softly, her voice teasing again, "that’s one way to end game night."

Logan grinned, his heart still pounding in his chest. "Best game night ever."

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dewinthestars · 29 days ago

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How to Romanticize Studying Alone & Actually Stay Focused 📄‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

Idk about you all, but I love being around others when i’m studying, but others either aren’t studying or you keep yapping until you realize whoops! Hours went by!

1. Set the Vibe with Music or Ambience

• Lo-fi beats, piano instrumentals, or soft indie songs? Pick a playlist that makes studying feel cozy.

• Try a background café ambience, library sounds, or even rain noises for extra ✨ focus energy

• Noise-canceling headphones? A game changer.

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2. Create a Dedicated Study Spot

• Even if it’s just clearing off your desk or making a cozy corner with a blanket and pillows.

• Light a candle, grab a warm drink, and pretend you’re in an aesthetic study montage.

• If your usual spot feels meh, try moving locations—your brain loves novelty!

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3. Romanticize Your Study Materials

• Use colorful pens, cute sticky notes, and make your notes look good (but don’t get lost in ��over-decorating✨).

• Handwrite key points to help your brain process info better.

• If digital notes are more your thing, organize them neatly with a color-coded system.

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4. Use a Timer to Stay on Track

• The Pomodoro method (25 minutes studying, 5-minute break) keeps you focused without burnout.

• Try “study with me” videos to feel like you have a virtual study buddy.

• Don’t trust yourself? Use a website blocker to keep distractions away.

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5. Romantic Study Breaks Only

• Stand up, stretch, make tea, or look out the window and daydream like you’re in a Studio Ghibli movie.

• Avoid doom-scrolling—your break should feel refreshing, not like a black hole of social media.

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6. Make it a Solo Study Date

• Wear comfy clothes, make your favorite drink, and treat your study session like an act of self-care.

• Reward yourself after! A good meal, a cozy movie, or a walk outside = motivation to keep going.

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7. Remind Yourself: You’re Romanticizing Growth

Studying alone isn’t boring—it’s you investing in yourself, your knowledge, and your future. Even the small efforts add up. Keep going, and soon you’ll look back at this moment with pride. 🤍

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Reposts, like, comments and shares super appreciated 🤍🤍

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nadinescholtes · 1 day ago

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Vrchat worlds I recommand

Home:

-Lavender Loft - VRChat (Laia's home for now)

-現代日本のタッチ The Touch of Modern Japan - VRChat

-Light House - VRChat

-RØDREVEN _ Scandinavian Island Home - VRChat

-The Texas Pocket Mansion （House Under Construction） - VRChat

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Outing:

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-Superstar Daycareǃ｜ FNAF˸ Security Breach ∗UPDATED∗ - VRChat

-The Superstar Daycare - VRChat

-Kitchen Cooksǃ - VRChat

-It's your birthdayǃ - VRChat

-Daycare Lights Off ｜ FNAF˸ Security Breach - VRChat

The liste will keep growing!

#VRchat #laia cotton #VR worlds

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forjongseong · 2 years ago

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the reward // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: student!jay x tutor!fem!reader

genre: campus!au, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader, they call reader "Noona", profanity, mentions of studying (lol), Heeseung makes an appearance, the rest of hyung-line are mentioned, making out, a lot of making out, just making out, fingering, protected sex (because Jay is responsible) // wc: ~9.5k

summary: you teach for a living, and you had been picking up tutoring since the extra money wasn't that bad. most of your meetings consist of essay-writing, mock tests, and speaking exercises; so when Jay became your student, you weren't expecting the lessons to include rewards.

author’s note: what?? two fics in the span of three days? with this I announce my retirement...

just kidding I STILL HAVE the secretary!Jay series to finish so I won't be retiring soon. this one is based on the rimless glasses series which is like, a random note I made for my wips, and believe it or not, while I made Bite Me sit and marinate on the shelf for so long, I finished this fic below within seven hours. yes, sometimes I am very motivated.

ANYWAY since I kept getting ideas for this one, I decided to sit down and write everything in one go, because if I pause to pick it up later I end up feeling not that confident with my work.

with that being said, I totally loved this one, so I hope you guys will enjoy it AS MUCH AS I DID writing it.

special mention to @excusememissiloveyou who was there the whole time virtually giving me mental support and good reactions

taglist: @thots4hee @end-hyphen @nyanggk @yoursjaeyun @maggstar @bucketofhiros @dimplejaehyuncutie @shinkenprincess-oh @mochimchimo @jongseonglogy @strawberrification12 @xiaoderrrr

You took the last sip of your latte as you tried to hold in your laughter. You then carefully swallowed your drink before chuckling and putting your cup back on the table, and then swatting the guy in front of you for cracking a joke and deliberately trying to make you laugh and choke at the same time.

“No, but seriously, thank you,” Heeseung said, tapping his fingers on the table. “I reached my target score.”

“What was it again?” You asked, at the same time unlocking your phone to check the time.

“7.5,” he answered.

You frowned. “That’s literally the same score you had before you took lessons with me, is it not?”

Heeseung nodded. “But without your help, I probably would have scored lower. Thanks for all the practice. And your time.”

You smiled and waved your hand, pretending to be humble. “Well, you’re welcome. I’m just doing what I get paid for.”

This time Heeseung was the one who chuckled, and before he could say another word you had to excuse yourself because it was time for your afternoon class.

“I’ll make the transfer tonight,” Heeseung said as he stood up, collecting the used napkins on the table. “Oh, by the way, Noona, I gave your number to my friend. He said he needs a tutor too. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Sure, you can broadcast my number to everyone who needs a tutor, to be honest. I’d love the extra money.”

Heeseung snickered and waited for you to start walking. He sped up and held the door open for you as you both exited the café.

“What’s his name? Or her, sorry, I just assumed.” You fixed your bag’s strap on your shoulder before taking out your phone again.

“Jay. He’s a med student too. We’re in the same class.” Heeseung started typing on his phone. “I’ve just let him know that you know he’s going to text you.”

“Awesome,” you said with a smile. “I’ll see you around, Heeseung. Good luck with the semester abroad.”

---

The waitress eyed the empty plates you had set aside before you started scrolling on your phone, and when you made eye contact with her you nodded, and she immediately took the plates away. You then placed an order for a cold drink since you were sure your new student was going to be running late.

“Punctuality,” you sighed to yourself, “should literally be counted in every single score…”

You heard the bell chiming as someone entered the restaurant, and your eyes immediately fell on him. The guy had his hair slicked back with a couple of strands hanging on his forehead, he was wearing a white button-down with a suede jacket on top, and the straight-cut pants he was wearing made you want to ask him where it was from.

“Y/N Noona,” he greeted you with confidence before you could even stand up, “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Hi, Jay,” you watched as he took his backpack off and set it on the chair beside him. He then sat down and looked at you with a huge smile.

The fuck? What is he so attractive for? You thought, smiling back.

“I didn’t know this place existed on campus,” he began, initiating small talk. His eyes were scanning the place, and as he looked around in wonder you thought for a second that he looked like a majestic black cat. And you love cats.

“Yeah,” you said before the silence became too loud. “It’s my favorite place to grab lunch or to hold private sessions like this. So, what do you need an IELTS score for?”

“Same as Heeseung,” Jay answered you only after he looked around for a waiter. He quickly placed his order and refocused his attention back on you. “Did you order yet?” He asked, sounding concerned as he looked around and saw nothing in front of you.

Your drink order arrived, and you thanked the waitress in a whisper and a smile, and you made an effort to explain yourself before Jay started to speculate.

“I already ate, and this is my dessert,” you said, turning the cup around and making sure it was the right order. “You can go ahead and eat while I answer any questions you might have about our lessons.”

“Right,” Jay shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “So, I want to get a higher score than Heeseung, but I’ve never taken the test before, so how many meetings do you think we should have so I can achieve that?”

Confident, curious, and ambitious, you thought. You could definitely work with him.

“Alright,” you began, clearing the space in front of you and taking out your notebook and a pen.

You spent the next two hours talking to Jay, mostly stuff regarding lesson plans, but after that, you asked him about his studies, and he also asked you about your experiences and your current work. He mentioned the names of the students you had previously tutored, Jake and Sunghoon, and only then did you learn that the four of them must have their own clique.

“Where do you usually have your lessons with them?” Jay asked, wiping his mouth with a clean napkin after he finally finished his meal.

“Since they’re only available in between my classes, I usually ask them to go to cafes around the campus,” you replied. “I literally just go where I am asked, though. You guys are the students, so.”

“Can I pick the place for our next meeting?” Jay asked, grabbing his phone. “I’ll match your schedule first.”

You opened your calendar on your bullet journal and started jotting down Jay’s availability while he typed in your schedule on his phone.

“Right, so on Tuesday, since you only have a morning class, let’s have lunch at this place, hold on,” Jay said, eyes glued to his phone as he pulled up a website of the place he was referring to. “Here.”

You craned your neck to look at Jay’s phone, and when you read the address, you tilted your head. “I don’t know, it doesn’t seem like it’s walking distance from campus.”

“Oh, I’ll pick you up.” Jay blinked at you innocently. “I’ll drive you back to campus too. Or your home?”

“Campus is fine, I carpool with my brother,” you quickly replied. “Thank you.”

Jay shrugged and checked the time on his watch. “We’re done here, right?”

You nodded. “Unless you have more questions?”

He smiled and shook his head, and you hated the way you thought he was just so damn handsome. He then stood up and made his way to the booth, and you saw him take out his wallet while gesturing to your table. When he walked back to his seat, you leaned in and whispered.

“Did you just pay for my meal?” You asked, trying to be discreet.

“Why are you whispering? Of course, I did,” Jay replied, also whispering to match your energy.

You chuckled and mouthed a ‘thank you’ before you stood up, and you were slightly surprised at how fast he walked ahead of you just to hold the door open.

“I’ll see you Tuesday?” Jay asked, stretching out his hand.

You realized he was going for a handshake, so you took his hand. His fingers grabbed your hand firmly and you had to hold in a wince.

“Tuesday,” you replied, keeping your cool. “Bye, Jay.”

---

After a couple of meetings with Jay, you realized that the guy had grown on you and that he might be your favorite student ever if you were even allowed to have one. Skill-wise, he needed a lot of help, but he was a quick learner, and he took all your advice seriously, putting it into action almost immediately and showing up with instant results.

“Can I ask you what your thought process is like when you write an argumentative essay like this?” You said previously on your second meeting with him, at a café that he picked out.

“I look at the topic and begin writing, and I just… write as I go,” he answered truthfully.

You sighed and he took a quick glance at your face. “See, that’s where you’re wrong.”

You began explaining how outlining an essay was essential to make sure you can get your points across, and as you were speaking you kept looking at your notes, his hands, the window, and everything else except his face. But you can feel his eyes glued to yours. He attended every single meeting with the type of energy that you had never found before in any of your other students, and somehow, he just exudes positivity and passion.

During the meeting after that, he handed you over his homework, along with an extra essay that was written according to your input. He could not hide his stupid grin every time you complimented a sentence structure, and for the first time, you finally made him speechless.

“Thank you,” you said after ending your feedback.

Jay tilted his head and frowned. “What for?”

“For taking my input seriously,” you continued.

Jay became even more confused. “Isn’t that what students do?”

You scoffed and shook your head. “A lot of my students don’t.”

“Well, they’re just dumb, then.”

Your mouth hung open in shock at Jay’s sudden insult, and he found your face hilarious that he just had to cackle, his laugh echoing throughout the place. You covered your mouth and giggled silently, helplessly smacking his arm so he would quiet down.

On your fourth meeting, you requested to have the lesson at the campus café since you had to go home as soon as your session with him ended. This time, however, he was running late, and you had to spend a couple of minutes alone chugging down your latte to stay awake.

“Noona, I’m so sorry,” Jay said as soon as pulled the chair beside you. He sat down and started complaining. “My professor just announced this urgent assignment that we had to do, and…”

The annoyance that came with almost being stood up evaporated completely when you heard Jay yapping about what happened in his class. Maybe you were just too tired to be angry, or maybe you were just happy to see him.

“Shall we just practice Speaking then for now?” You asked after he finished his explanation.

Jay nodded quickly. “Anything you want. Do you want me to order another drink for you?”

“It’s fine, calm down,” you said, chuckling lightly. “Alright, let me look for a topic.”

You quickly browsed your phone and began asking him questions. You made a gesture and pointed to his phone, signaling him to record himself speaking, so he did so without breaking eye contact with you. For the next part, you picked a topic that required him to talk about a close friend, and as he began to elaborate on his answer, it was your turn to look at him intently.

“What I like about her is,” Jay spoke in the middle of his answer. He then paused as if he was searching for the right word to use, but you were feeling sleepy and goofy, so you interrupted him.

“Her smile?” You asked in a teasing tone before you started laughing.

Jay became flustered and quickly waved both his hands to deny your guess. “No, not that!”

He then joined you laughing, and you had to apologize for stretching the time limit he had. You then asked him to continue and wrap up, and after that you immediately gave feedback. However, when you were speaking you got tongue-tied a lot, and you kept saying the wrong words or taking too long to find one.

“Noona, if you’re really tired, we can end the class early, I don’t mind,” Jay said calmly, looking at you with concern but also smiling like he somehow found you adorable.

“No!” You said with an unreasonable tone of refusal. Jay flinched in his seat from how loud you spoke. “No, you already came late, so I’m not cutting this meeting even shorter.”

“Alright,” Jay chuckled to himself. He looked to the ground and saw that you had your shoes off.

Eventually, you gave him constructive feedback and even managed to pull up the previous essay he had written and gave him pointers on the spot. When it was time to wrap up, Jay cleared his throat before proposing an idea.

“Noona,” he began, “can we have the next meeting at my place?”

“Sure,” you replied without hesitation. “What’s the name of the café this time?”

Jay smiled and shook his head. “I meant my place, as in, my house.”

“Oh?” You paused and let your hand hover over your book, trying to formulate a response. “Uhm, I have never—”

“If you feel uncomfortable, it’s fine. We can go to another place. You can choose!” Jay quickly revised his statement, worried that he made the wrong decision of even voicing his idea.

“Well, where do you live?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“Not walking distance from campus,” Jay said with a smile. “But again, I’ll drive you there and back. I live alone, it’s my parents' house, but they’re currently living in another city to take care of their business, so they left the house to me. And we won’t be alone, I’ve got some workers who are doing renovations, so…”

You realized how flustered he became, and by now you already know that Jay tends to say a lot of words when he was nervous, so to save him from further embarrassment, you nodded. His eyes lit up when he finally got an answer from you.

“I’ll text you when you can pick me up,” you said. “Don’t be late.”

Jay licked his lips before grinning widely. “I won’t.”

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You were lounging on a huge sofa, a couple of pillows under your head and between your legs, and you winced as you heard the sound of ongoing construction outside the house. You glanced over to Jay, who had his eyebrows knitted and his rimless bluelight filter glasses perched on his nose, studiously reading the questions on his laptop screen. The noise-canceling headphones you brought proved to be useful, as he seemed to stay focused really well, and you wondered why he did not own a pair.

After introducing the idea of taking mock tests online and reviewing them right away, you ended up staying for longer hours whenever your meetings were held at Jay’s place, and when you first came there, one of the workers mistook you for Jay’s girlfriend. You then began to wonder if he had brought home other girls as well.

“Noona,” Jay called for you, breaking your chain of thoughts. “There’s no way I can answer this one correctly.”

Jay pulled his headphones down and gestured for you to sit next to him, so you did, and he pushed his laptop to your side so you can see its screen better. He was complaining about the true-false-not given questions, and he was getting frustrated because he could not tell the difference between false and not-given.

As you began to explain, Jay pulled the laptop closer to his side again, and you wanted him to read but also listen at the same time, so instead of pulling it closer to you, you moved closer to him. You ended up sitting closer to the coffee table and closer to the screen, with Jay sitting right behind you.

“So, if you see this passage here, the third paragraph,” you said, pointing at the screen. You did not hear a reply. “Jay?”

“Sorry,” Jay quickly replied, shaking his head. “Sorry, I zoned out. You smell so good.”

You were not going to let Jay see you blush, so you merely chuckled and cleared your throat. “Okay, moving on.”

You continued explaining, and Jay kept responding to you with one-word answers or mere hums, and you thought as long as he was paying attention, you did not need to check on him.

Little did you know that as you were speaking, his eyes were scanning your whole body. He leaned in ever so slightly to take in your scent better, and he noticed how sheer the button-down you were wearing was. He could barely see the outline of your light blue bra strap, and as you adjusted your position, he realized he was leaning in too close, so he quickly backed away before he got caught.

“Do you get it now?” You asked, looking back at him.

Jay was leaning against the sofa, a fair distance from you, but his eyes were focused on your lips, and that was a hard thing not to notice. To be frank, you were fighting yourself and trying to regulate your heartbeat whenever it beat faster when he came a little too close to you, and now you were beginning to think that the feeling might be mutual.

“Jay?” You asked. You then waved your hand in front of his face. “You seem out of it—”

You could not finish your sentence as you were in shock from the way his hand grabbed your wrist. You froze instantly, and your heart was beating even faster than when he was up close.

“Sorry,” Jay said, clearing his throat. He lowered your hand and let go of your wrist. “Sorry about that.”

“We can end the session now if you don’t feel well—”

“Noona,” he interrupted, “don’t end it now.”

“Okay,” you replied as you shifted in your seat and turned to face him. “How can I help you understand this better?”

Jay licked his lips and looked at the screen before looking at you, and within a short moment, he was flipping coins in his head, trying to imagine the different possible outcomes that would happen if he suggested what he was thinking the whole time.

“If I get the answer right,” he began, “would you show me your boobs?”

The question came out of nowhere and your immediate response was to laugh out loud, but once you looked at his face you realized he was dead serious, and since he asked politely you decided to entertain the idea.

“Alright, why not? Nothing to lose here,” you replied, confident that he would get the answer wrong. It was one of the types of questions that you hated the most because of how tricky it was, so you were convinced that even he would not get it right.

You were glad that you were wrong, for the first time in your life.

“I got it right, didn’t I?” Jay asked minutes later as you leaned closer to look at the screen, scanning the answer key and looking at Jay’s answer.

“Goddamnit,” you muttered, mindlessly clicking the mouse all over the screen.

You heard Jay whisper a ‘yes’ triumphantly and you sighed to yourself before turning around to face him. You began pulling your button-down up from the tuck in your pants, and Jay’s eyes immediately widened.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He shouted, reaching his hands out to stop you. “What are you doing?”

“Flashing you?” You asked back, fingers frozen at the edges of your shirt.

Jay chuckled and fell back leaning his head on the sofa, taking his glasses off and covering his eyes with his forearm. “Noona, I was just joking.”

You felt disappointed, for some reason, and a little bit humiliated. Was he really just using you to feel motivated? And did that actually work? Were you secretly hoping for him to get the answer right?

“Really?” You asked again for confirmation. Jay nodded.

You paused for a second and then smiled. Jay thought you were going to say, ‘Good one’, but then you began scooting closer to him, and he immediately tensed up.

“So, when I sat down in front of you, and you got distracted, that was part of the act?” You asked, almost batting your eyelashes at him.

You could basically hear him gulp. “Yes,” he said, eyes on yours.

“You said I smelled good, was that just a joke too?”

“No,” Jay answered, chuckling this time. “You really do smell good.”

You reached a spot close enough to hear his thoughts, your breasts just inches apart from his chest.

“I really hope you’re not lying,” you whispered, your lips almost grazing his.

Jay let out a soft grunt before he pulled you by your wrist, and you yelped as he somehow managed to maneuver you to sit on his lap. You then kissed him first, pushing him back and letting his head rest on the seat cushion. Both his hands began riding up your thigh as you mercilessly dominated the kiss, quickly tangling your fingers in his gorgeous hair.

His hands moved to your ass to give it a squeeze and you moaned into his mouth, your body shaking and quickly succumbing to his touch. You began grinding on him, barely feeling his bulge, but as he began to dominate the kiss you heard feet shuffling right out the terrace.

“Jay?”

You jumped out of his lap at the sound and immediately made your way to the open kitchen, pretending to busy yourself. Jay cleared his throat and wiped away his saliva, or maybe yours, from his mouth. He stood up and walked over to one of the construction workers who called him, and you tried to observe them quietly as he spoke to him. He held himself with so much composure, almost like he did not even get caught making out with his tutor.

The worker then nodded, and Jay waved slightly at him, and you assumed that the man just gave Jay an update before excusing themselves for the day. You took a deep breath and held the empty glass you took in one hand while massaging your temple. You saw Jay making his way towards you with an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry again,” Jay said, standing on the opposite side of the counter. “I actually… don’t have anything else to say.”

You chuckled and looked down to avoid eye contact because you were sure that one more look from him would make you combust.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked, voice full of concern.

“I am, why?” You replied, confused.

Jay shook his head, unsure. “I just did not want to come off as a… I just hope you know that I’m not taking advantage of you, and I really don’t want you to feel—”

You began laughing softly and Jay had to stop speaking.

“Noona?”

“It’s fine,” you said as you began walking to him. You fixed a strand of his hair that was out of place from how much you were ruffling his hair earlier. “I’m okay.”

Jay kept his eyes on you, and you detected a different emotion. Before, you saw that it was lust, but now his eyes seemed hopeful.

“If you’re really okay with it,” Jay spoke, placing a hand behind his neck, “do you think it would be cool if we make it, like, a regular thing?”

“Elaborate, please.”

Jay chuckled softly. “I meant like, I think I could get motivated a lot if there was a reward waiting if I get a question right. Or if I reach a certain score in a mock test, don’t you think?”

You liked the idea very much that there was literally no reason to refuse. “I actually agree.”

“You do?” Jay started smiling widely. “Okay, cool, so the next meeting—”

“You’ll have to pick me up again after my class,” you interrupted, “and we’ll probably need some snacks here.”

Jay nodded firmly as if he had just negotiated a great deal. “Wait, Noona, you don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”

You shook your head. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Of course not,” Jay scoffed. “I just didn’t want to get in between of anything.”

You pouted and nodded, understanding. “Well, you’d probably be getting in between something.”

Jay tilted his head in confusion, and you brought your hand to your thigh, patting it. Jay closed his eyes and sighed. You giggled at his reaction.

“This session is over. You need to drive me back,” you demanded, placing the glass you were holding the whole time back on the counter.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jay muttered before winking at you and turning around to go grab his car keys. You rolled your eyes before following him.

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To say that you could not wait for your next session with Jay would be an understatement. You were literally counting the days, down to the minute, and you were checking your phone a ridiculous number of times just so you could respond to his chats in an instant. When he picked you up and you saw him getting out of the car to open the door for you, your heart was beating like a drum.

It was understandable, and pretty logical, actually. You had not been intimate with anyone in a long time, and Jay was, quite frankly, fucking hot. It did not help that he was intelligent as well, which was definitely your type. Your heart was racing, and your mind was imagining a thousand different scenarios that you did not even realize that you had arrived at Jay’s place.

You quickly noticed the absence of noise when you stepped out of the car. Jay walked up to the door and looked back at you, noticing how you were also silent.

“It’s a day off for the workers, today,” Jay explained, “it’s just you and me.”

“Thank God,” you muttered.

Jay chuckled. “What?”

“Did I just say that out loud?” You asked back in shock.

Jay laughed, genuinely finding you amusing. “You said it under your breath, but I heard it.”

“How embarrassing,” you said to yourself as you entered the house after him.

“On the contrary,” Jay responded, “I find it adorable.”

For this session, you decided to stay as farther away from Jay as possible, to let him focus and also to clear your mind. He was doing a mock test on his laptop after he received major feedback on his homework essay, and you took the time to wander around his kitchen and check his supplies.

“I can hear you opening the cabinets,” Jay spoke in a louder tone, all the way from the living room.

“Don’t mind me,” you shouted back. “Just focus if you want to get a good score.”

“What was the reward again?” Jay asked, smiling to himself as he scanned the question on his screen.

“A make out session if you reach 7,” you reminded him despite knowing full well that he just wanted you to recite it back to him. “And if you reach 8, I’ll give you a blowjob.”

“Fuck,” Jay muttered to himself.

You were unsure if it was because the thought made him unable to focus, or if he was actually struggling to answer the questions. After a few more minutes, he finally finished his Reading mock test, and you walked over to check his score.

“Noona, I present to you,” Jay began speaking, proudly, “a 7.5.”

Your eyebrows knitted as you observed the screen and scanned the page, checking Jay’s answers and matching them with the answer key. Meanwhile, Jay was leaning back and stretching his arms up, cracking his neck and basically doing preparations as if he was about to run a marathon.

“Good job,” you said, pushing the laptop towards the center of the table. You then turned around only to find him sitting comfortably on the sofa, arms to his side and his lap looking so inviting.

“Can I get my reward now?” He asked, eyes glowing and expecting.

“I’ll count it as a 7, since we never agreed on anything if you get a .5 score,” you said, taking the scrunchie from your wrist and tying your hair up in a messy bun.

“I’ll take anything,” Jay whispered, his arms welcoming you as you carefully straddled him.

You paused to place your hands on the sides of his face, and you bit your lower lip slightly before you leaned into him. His lips greeted yours warmly, and you could not help but sigh into his mouth once you felt his heat envelop you. Jay roamed his hands around your waist, up to your back, and lingering on your shoulders for a moment, pushing you even closer to him.

“Fuck,” he muttered into your lips. “You taste so good, Noona.”

You smiled and kissed him even harder, hoping it would translate into gratitude. You felt his fingers going under your shirt, grazing your skin and you shivered at his touch. He continued kissing you, licking your lips, tugging on your tongue, teeth slightly clashing with yours when the two of you got way too passionate. His fingers tugged your bra and he pulled away only to ask you a question.

“Can I?” He spoke, voice raspy from the lack of air. You wanted it just as much as him, so you nodded quietly.

He unhooked your bra with one hand and immediately moved his hand to the front, squeezing your tits as he continued to devour your lips. You began moaning helplessly, and you could feel him growing hard against your core.

“Jay,” you whined, “your reward is just a make out session.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I know, but doesn’t this feel so good?”

You felt him pinch your hard nipple slightly and you flinched before giggling, hiding your blushing face in the crook of his neck. You realized that he had a birthmark there, so you began kissing it, then licking it, then sucking on it, and only then did Jay let out a moan that sounded new to you.

“Noona,” he said, breathless. “We need to establish clearer rules and rewards.”

You kissed him all the way up to his jawline before meeting his lips again. “What do you mean?” You spoke against his lips.

“How about,” Jay said, pausing to groan since he felt his hard-on getting too restricted against his jeans. “For 7.5, I get to finger you?”

You pulled away from him to look him in the eyes and chuckled. “That sounds like more of a reward for me than it is for you.”

“But I really want it,” Jay confessed. “Please let me finger you.”

“Now?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Jay nodded. “Aren’t you wet yet?”

He took the liberty to slide his hand under your pants, which happened to be elastic, thank God, and placed two fingers right along your slit. You elicited a whimper, and Jay could swear that you even shuddered at the sudden contact.

“You are,” Jay announced boldly. “Would you let me?”

His palm was right on your core anyway, and you thought that it would be stupid of you to refuse since he was already making you feel so good. Besides, his argument made sense.

“Okay,” you answered breathlessly, and within a second Jay was pulling your pants down to the floor.

“Seamless,” he commented as he eyed your panties. “Why am I not surprised?”

You shook your head and chuckled. “Why? Do you prefer a lacey thong?”

Jay stroked the inside of your thighs gently as he guided you by your waist to sit back down on the sofa, letting him hover his body over you.

“I would actually prefer nothing,” Jay whispered before closing the gap between your lips.

You felt his tongue enter your mouth and his fingers slipping inside of you almost at the same time, and the immense pleasure made you arch your back. His two fingers curled up inside you, making a ‘come hither’ motion that somehow felt gentle and harsh at the same time. He was moving his fingers at a slow pace, but the pressure he put on made you see stars.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, reaching for Jay’s arms to hold on to. “Jay…”

He loved the way you moaned his name, so he curled his fingers one more time and you whimpered, feeling your legs beginning to shake.

“Fuck,” you muttered again, tilting your head to the side, and letting Jay leave love bites along your neck. “Fuck, Jay, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please do,” he whispered into your ear, maintaining his pace the moment you told him so.

When you finally reached your high, your legs were shaking, and your body was spasming, and Jay had to wipe the sweat that formed on your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear at the same time. His hand was drenched, and you could feel your cum trickling down onto the sofa.

“Oh my God, sorry,” you said in an instant.

Jay shook his head. “Don’t be,” he said calmly, waiting for you to catch your breath before he deemed it was time to pull his fingers out of you. When he did, you watched as he stared at them, two fingers glistening with your essence. He brought his hand up to his mouth and took a sniff before tasting it. The sight made you roll your eyes back.

“It’s unfair,” Jay began, “the way you taste as good as you smell.”

“God,” you said to yourself, and Jay laughed lowly, proud of how he was able to render you speechless. “What about you now?”

Jay tilted his head and then looked down at the obvious tent in his pants. “Oh, it’s fine. I’ll take care of it later.”

“In that case,” you said, pushing his chest slightly so he could move away from you. You tugged down your panties that had stayed on the whole time, and when you took them off your ankles you handed them to Jay.

“For later.”

You smiled as he took your panties in his hand, and you cackled the moment he took a sniff dramatically.

“Thanks, Noona,” Jay said, leaning in to leave a quick peck on your cheek. “Time to drive you back now.”

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The next couple of meetings were spent in the same manner, more or less. Jay would try his best to get a score as high as he could, but he would never go over 7.5, so all you did was make out with him in his living room, in his bedroom, or even in his car on the ride back to campus. He took it like a champ, though, and he never insisted on taking things further than what you had previously agreed on.

You had one meeting left with him before his scheduled test, and you were dreading the day. Usually, you would be looking forward to meeting him, but all things come to an end, even private lessons, so you halfheartedly dolled yourself up in front of the mirror in your faculty’s restrooms, still determined to look your best for your favorite student.

The car ride to his house was spent in comfortable silence, and you did not mind the way his hand reached for your thigh, resting it there as he rubbed his thumb along your skin. You were wearing a short skirt for a change, and you loved the way it had caught his attention in an instant. Once you arrived, Jay took you by your hand and led you straight to his bedroom for privacy, since the workers were currently at his house.

“Noona,” he called for you before starting the mock test on his computer. You were halfway making yourself comfortable on his bed. “Can you sit with me while I do this?”

“Where?” You walked towards him.

He spun his chair towards you and patted his lap. “Here.”

You chuckled. “Why?”

“It’s our last meeting and I want to be close to you.”

You were underestimating the effects of his words and you felt like your stomach did a flip. You never shied away from his advances, though, so doing it now would be weird. And you did not want it to backfire and end up demotivating him.

“Okay,” you said, turning around before you carefully sat on his lap. You had to adjust your position several times to make sure he was comfortable, and he wrapped an arm around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder as he began the test.

“You can answer in your mind if you want,” Jay said, tilting his chin towards the screen.

You answered by reaching your hand back to stroke his hair, and he hummed in delight as he began answering the test. Eventually, you leaned your back towards his chest and sat comfortably, almost falling asleep from his warmth. You eyed the screen and noticed that he was about to answer a question wrong, so you placed your hand over his and moved the mouse to the right option.

“Isn’t this cheating?” He asked, genuinely unsure.

“I’m giving you a pass, Jay,” you answered calmly, patting his cheek.

After a while, he finished his mock test, and you saw the results come up as soon as he clicked next.

“You did it,” you said, staring at the screen. “That’s an 8.”

You noticed that Jay was silent for too long, and then you realized you had sat on his lap for too long, so you quickly stood up and stretched your legs, smoothing your skirt down.

“Are you ready for your reward?” You asked, eyes full of anticipation.

Jay licked his lips and shook his head. You immediately frowned.

“I feel like if you hadn’t corrected that one question, I would still get a 7.5,” Jay confessed. “It’s okay, I’ll skip the reward.”

“What?” You said, almost spitting your words out. You did not know why his refusal got you so worked up.

“Noona,” he began, reaching for your hands as he stood up from his seat. “I appreciate what you’ve been doing for me, but I also don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

You continued to frown, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I’ve loved the sessions we had, and I’m really thankful for all the rewards, but I need you to know that my goal remains the same, and it’s to get the highest score possible. The test is in a week, and I need to remain focused.”

He really did it, you thought. He used you to his advantage until he didn’t need you anymore.

But you knew that, deep inside. You knew that this way of giving him motivation would be dangerous, more for you than for him. You knew that Jay is a professional and that he takes his studies seriously, so you knew that catching feelings would be out of the picture for him.

Sadly, you forgot to set the boundaries for yourself.

You really thought that you could keep it casual, and you really thought that you were not going to start having feelings for him since it had been ages anyway since you had loved someone, so why does his professionalism hurt you? When in fact, you should be thankful that he respected you?

Your mind was running a mile a minute thinking of possible scenarios, and his face was becoming concerned. Eventually, you managed to fake a smile and you nodded before you said your response.

“As expected,” you began, “from the top student in class.”

Jay blinked, not expecting you to remember the one fun fact that Heeseung had told you about him.

“Your essays have improved so much since the first meeting. Your speaking is fine, just remember not to use fillers too much. You have no problem with the listening section, and for reading, I suggest you keep practicing during the few days before the test.”

Now, Jay was the one with a frown on his face. He was wondering why you were acting so formally again.

“I’ll text you good luck before the test, and when the results are out, tell me your score,” you continued.

“If I get over 7.5—”

“I’ll treat you to lunch.”

Jay scrunched his nose. “Pardon?”

“I’ll treat you to a nice lunch, okay? My pick this time,” you said with a smile so convincing that it was hard for him not to smile back.

“Okay,” Jay smiled back at you, trying to hide the tone of disappointment in his voice.

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Days had passed by since Jay took his test, and even since the results of it came out. You held back from texting him first since he never responded to your good luck text on the day of his test. You then swallowed the bitter fact that, maybe, or most likely, Jay really was using you and your dumb self had consented to it.

But it could not be, you convinced yourself. He was a gentleman. Would he really do that?

You gave up trying to find answers that might make you feel better, so you decided to busy yourself with other freelance work that came your way. You felt bad turning down the other students that Heeseung had referred you to, and you had to come up with lame excuses like you had no time or you had way too much on your plate.

The real reason was that everything about the test prep now reminds you of Jay, and you would not want to take out your anger and disappointment on your new student. You thought it was best to stop tutoring for a while until you had completely moved on.

One of the latest gigs that got you a little too excited was speaking for a panel discussion in a workshop that was related to your teaching experience on campus. Previously, you attended these events as a participant, sitting in the audience and actively taking notes and recording the speakers, but now you get to see it from the other side of the stage, and you could not help but feel proud of yourself.

You dressed your best to impress, for once not dressing for yourself but for the audience, and when you sat in between the other speakers on stage you became so engrossed that you almost did not realize the familiar figure sitting on the front row but at the farthest chair from the stage.

Jay noticed you looking at him, so he threw you a soft smile and a tiny wave with his hand. You smiled and quickly turned towards the host who had called out your name to address a question. You answered the question and looked at the other speakers on your side, and you were glad that they were nodding along to your response, signaling that you had indeed answered the question correctly.

Surprisingly, it was not hard to stay focused on the rest of the discussion. Jay sat pretty far from your sight, so all you had to do was look anywhere except in his direction. You did look at him one more time, though, and you caught him looking at the huge screen that was focusing on your face as you were speaking. You almost sighed in relief a little too loudly when the session ended, and you gathered your belongings as well as your thoughts as the other people swarmed towards the outside of the hall.

You could feel someone approaching you from behind, and when you turned around Jay was looking at you with a soft gaze in his eyes.

“Noona,” he said.

“Hey, Jay,” you greeted him back.

“Listen, can I speak to you somewhere else private?” He asked before looking around and spotting several people still lingering inside the hall.

“This seems private enough,” you said as you looked around too. “I barely know anyone here.”

Jay became visibly uncomfortable, and you instantly felt bad.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I can drive you home and we can talk on the way, or—”

“Or, you can come up with me to my room,” you suggested.

Jay’s mouth was slightly open as he tried to process your words.

“I am staying here for the weekend. You don’t have to drive me anywhere,” you said with a smile, turning around to grab your bag. Your heart was beating a little too fast to your liking.

Jay tailed you and kept silent as you both waited for the elevator to open. Once it did, you entered and he followed behind you, waiting until the doors closed before he finally began to speak.

“I got an 8.5,” Jay said, looking down at the floor.

Your eyes widened. “Jay, that’s amazing!”

“I’m sorry,” he then said.

You were confused. “What?”

The elevator dinged and two people came inside. You decided to wait until you reached your floor to continue the conversation.

“I’ll explain once we’re inside, I promise,” Jay said as he matched your pace, walking beside you until you reach your door.

His face instantly switched from worried to wonder when he realized that you were walking all the way to the end of the hall.

“The event gave you a suite?” Jay asked, pure curiosity getting the best of him.

You could not help but chuckle. “No, I upgraded myself. Come in.”

As soon as you closed the door, you felt Jay pull your hand before he quickly trapped you between his body and the wall. You did not even have the time to be surprised because the next thing you knew his lips were latched onto yours, and your body betrayed you by reciprocating him and pulling him closer to you.

Jay quickly pulled away when he felt your fingers hooked on his belt. You licked your lips and let your eyes search for his.

“I’m sorry, I owe you an explanation,” Jay said, rubbing his hand on your waist. “I shouldn’t have lunged at you like this.”

You cleared your throat and fixed your hair, gently pushing him away from you before you made your way to the loveseat in the center of the room.

“Have a seat,” you replied, sitting on the sofa yourself and bringing your legs up to your chest.

Jay sat down and took his bag off, letting it fall to the floor as he let out a huge sigh.

“I don’t know where to start,” he confessed.

“Take your time,” you responded, stretching your arm and leaning your head on it. “Maybe start with why you didn’t reply to my texts?”

“I lost my phone,” Jay began. “Literally the night before the test. I had no time to get a new one, and I didn’t want to get distracted, so I just went on and took the test. Right after, though, my professor… that jackass…”

Your eyes widened at Jay’s frustrated insult, and you had to hold back a smile.

“It was just class after class, task after task, I really did not have the time or mental capacity to get back to you, and I don’t want you to think that I consider you as less of a priority, because I don’t, and I really tried to ask Heeseung for your number again, but it’s… you know what? These are excuses. I don’t want to give you excuses.”

You frowned but at the same time, an amused smile was slowly creeping up your face.

“I should have contacted you the minute I could, but I didn’t, and I let other stuff take up my time. That’s my mistake. I’m sorry.”

“Alright, apology accepted,” you said, tapping your fingers on the sofa.

Jay looked at you in confusion. “Really? That easy?”

You clicked your tongue and tilted your head. “That still does not explain why you kissed me a second ago, though.”

“Right,” Jay continued. He took a deep breath before he spoke again. “Right.”

You chuckled lightly and adjusted your position. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Because you’re so fucking gorgeous, and I have feelings for you but I’m not sure you have the same.”

You held a hand over your mouth in shock. “Jay,” you mumbled.

“You understood me wrongly,” he continued. “The day of our last meeting when I said I needed to remain focused. I was trying to confess to you.”

Your eyes were looking into his and you nodded once, telling him to continue.

“I really did not want you to think that I was taking advantage of you. I just grew to like you a lot, and you can’t even imagine how fucking relieved I was when you agreed to my proposal of rewards. Every single time I spent with you only deepened my feelings even more, and I…”

Jay paused to look at you, and you straightened your position.

“I’m doing it again, aren’t I? Rambling when I’m nervous?” Jay said, almost stuttering towards the end of his sentence.

You smiled to yourself before you pushed your body up. You made your way to his side and sat close beside him, touching your thigh with his.

“Well, let me tell you that I’m fucking relieved that you’re here to straighten things out,” you stated, resting a hand on his thigh. “Because guess what?”

You ended your question by inching your face closer to his.

“What?” He muttered under his breath.

“I have feelings for you, too.”

Jay sighed out of relief and smiled before he leaned in to kiss you, and as his hands found their place on your waist, you moved to straddle him. You were both in a familiar position, taking you back to the hours you would spend at his house, making out with him as a reward.

“Noona,” he spoke against your lips in between kisses. “When I said if I get more than 7.5, I was going to say I wanted to eat you out.”

You broke down laughing against his lips and you had to move your face to his neck so he wouldn’t choke on your breaths.

“You just had to interrupt me and say that you were going to treat me to lunch,” Jay continued before bringing your face back up and devouring your lips again. “You kind of owe me.”

You hummed against his lips and guided his hands to go underneath your shirt. He unhooked your bra with ease before moving his hands to cup both your breasts.

“God,” you muttered, grinding your hips harder against his crotch.

“Noona,” Jay breathed, moving his hand to unbutton your shirt. “Can’t you moan my name instead?”

“Oh, Jay,” you whispered, chuckling when you see him smile as your hands cupped his face. “You sweet little thing.”

Jay had managed to take both your bra and your shirt off in an instant, and you brought his head closer to your breasts so he could fondle them with his mouth. You moaned louder as he nibbled on your nipple, grinding faster against his hips and placing your hands firmly on his head.

“Why don’t I treat you to lunch now?” You proposed, tugging his hair and making him look up at you.

Jay nodded and you moved away from his lap, standing up and bringing him to his feet too. You started unbuttoning his shirt as you walked backwards, leading him towards the bed. He placed his hands firmly on your waist, letting you do your thing. Once the back of your legs hit the bed, you sat down and took off your panties and trousers in one go. Jay immediately kneeled in front of you.

“I still have your panties, Noona,” he said as you rested your legs comfortably on his shoulder.

“What do you do with it?” You asked, challenging him.

“I touch myself with it and imagine doing this to you.”

His lips brushed against your folds without warning, and you immediately fell back to the bed, lying down. He kissed your clit before running his tongue along your slit, and the warmth and wetness of his mouth drove you crazy. You began pulling on his hair, determined to get him even closer, and he reacted by hooking his arm around your thighs, humming as he lapped up your arousal.

“Jay,” you whimpered. “You’re doing so good.”

He began making loud wet noises deliberately, knowing how it would make you moan louder, and when you were squirming under his touch he inserted a finger, all the while toying with your clit using his tongue.

“Fuck!” You hissed, arching your back and lifting your ass from the bed. “Don’t stop, Jay, please.”

You pressed the ball of your foot against Jay’s back as he continued to eat you out, taking you to your first high of the night and cumming against his mouth. You were breathing loudly, panting so much like the air was sucked out of you. Jay squeezed your thigh before unlatching his lips, then he gently caressed your folds with his fingers, collecting the remains of your cum before licking them dry.

“Come here,” you begged, your hands reaching out for nothing until he moved and placed himself between your legs.

Jay leaned down and began kissing your jaw, and you took the liberty of unbuckling his belt and tugging his pants down as he devoured your neck. You felt the bulge underneath his boxers and almost froze at the contact.

“What’s wrong?” Jay asked, noticing how you stopped moving for a split second.

“You’re…” You tried your best to look down at his crotch. “You’re fucking huge.”

Jay was the one with a breathy chuckle now, amused at your reaction.

“That’s because it’s hard, and that’s because of you, Noona.”

“Fuck me, then,” you replied, bringing one hand to squeeze his biceps. “Literally, please.”

“Wait, let me just…”

Jay moved away from you to reach inside the pockets of his pants before kicking it off then he pulled his boxers off completely, and only then you realized he was holding a condom.

“That condom was in your pocket this whole time?” You asked in disbelief. “Were you expecting this to happen?”

“Noona,” Jay looked at you with a smirk. “You know how driven I am.”

“Oh my God,” you retorted, chuckling and covering your eyes with your arm. “Can’t believe I fell for it.”

Jay unwrapped the condom and slid it down his length with ease.

“Staying safe, are we?” You asked with a smile as you welcomed him back into your embrace.

“Well, I’m a med student, so…”

“Okay, enough, let’s just fuck.”

Jay kissed your face a couple more times until it got annoying because he was clearly stalling. You grabbed his face and he chuckled, biting his lower lip.

“You’re really pretty,” he confessed all of a sudden.

“And you’re hot as fuck, so can you just fuck me please?”

Jay nodded and kissed you with a smile, aligning his tip with your slit. “Take a deep breath,” he whispered.

You did as he said, and you were glad you did. Jay filled you up and once again you had underestimated your own predictions. Back when you were still just making out and straddling him, you only had a faint idea of his size, and he was wearing loose pants all the time, so it was not like you were able to tell easily. Your breath became shaky as you felt him bottom out, and he brought his hand up to caress your face.

“Tell me if it’s okay to move,” he whispered ever so gently before kissing your nose.

You opened your eyes and found him staring at you. You were breathing from your mouth, so he tilted his head to kiss your cheek softly. After that, you reached your hands under his arms, latched them on his shoulders, and then you nodded.

He pulled out of you and thrusted back in gently, and the force already had you gasping for air. Once he found a steady rhythm, you began matching his pace, thrusting your hips upwards and meeting him halfway. It was impossible to hold back your moans, and if you weren’t moaning you were whimpering, or breathing his name with every stroke he made.

“I’m close, Noona,” he spoke against your lips.

You nodded and ran your fingers through his hair. “Me too.”

Jay began increasing his pace, thrusting into you with a little more force. He looked down and placed a hand under your thigh, keeping your leg secure beside him. He then looked up at you to check if you were still okay. You licked your lips and pulled him into a kiss. His thrusts soon began to grow sloppy, and after he finally released his seed, your walls clenched around his shaft, letting him know that you had reached your high too.

You slowly try to catch your breath, and Jay kissed you once more before pulling out of you, careful not to make a mess. He took the condom off and tied it before quickly chucking it in the bin, and he made himself comfortable lying beside you. Your hand was looking a little lonely, so he took it and intertwined his fingers with yours.

The two of you sat in silence as both your chests heaved up and down. You turned your head to look at Jay and he was closing his eyes as if he was savoring the moment. You scooted closer to him, taking your hand away but letting him wrap you in his arms.

“So, what are we?” You asked in the most straightforward manner.

Jay’s heavy breaths turned into a chuckle, and soon after you were both just laughing like idiots madly in love.

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muzaktomyears · 3 months ago

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John rarely saw anyone outside of the family and staff, and he took virtually no phone calls, except over the intercom. When he did use the phone, it was always with the conviction that the FBI was listening. Thus, his insulation from the outside world seemed nearly complete. In a sense, Yoko hired me as a go-between and to give John some distraction so that he would not bother her. If he wanted something, he could ask me to get it for him. If he had something on his mind, he could say it to me. If he got mad, he could get mad at me. It did not take long to see that John and Yoko’s relationship was anything but the mythical romance they had fashioned for the media. Slowly, I came to understand that John and Yoko did not have much of a relationship. Yoko lived at a frantic pace – submerging herself in round-the-clock meetings in her office with a steady stream of visitors during the day, and spending much of the night on the phone. John lived in slow motion, killing time in the bedroom, the White Room, and the kitchen. He lived upstairs. She lived downstairs.

As a result, all communications within the confines of the Dakota were conducted in the most peculiar fashion. There were telephones everywhere, each connected to an elaborate intercom system that enabled Yoko to keep tabs on John at all times, as well as give orders to the staff and generally supervise everyone from her headquarters, Studio One. But if John wanted to talk to Yoko, he would sometimes call me first, to ask if she appeared busy, because if she had been on the phone or tied up in a meeting and refused to talk to him, or if she were brusque with him, it might ruin his day. Calling me first was his defense. It made me sad, maybe even a little angry sometimes, that the great John Lennon was in the humiliating position of having to call me, a virtual stranger, to ask if his wife was “available” for lunch or a chat on the phone. Occasionally when John became bored or restless, he would visit the office downstairs, read some fan mail and sign a few autographs, maybe even have lunch with Yoko in the inner sanctum, or go out to a nearby café, La Fortuna. If Yoko seemed busy, he would often hang around the office for a while, hiding his frustration and disappointment with a stream of witty chatter. If it was a nice day and he felt like stretching his legs, he might take a short walk to the corner newsstand and pick up some fresh reading material or go to a nearby Japanese restaurant for lunch. Before leaving the building, he would often ask me to make sure there wasn’t a gaggle of fans hanging around. One or two he could handle. He would manage to keep them at bay with a few well-chosen words, something witty or perhaps even mildly condescending. As he walked along Seventy-second Street, John’s eyes would dart this way and that, anxiously scrutinizing passersby, trying to anticipate the moment when he would be recognized and approached by strangers. John hated to be caught off-guard. It was one reason why he chose to spend most of his days secluded inside the familiar environment of the Dakota. Once, trying to impress upon me the need to keep him insulated from casual contact with the outside world, John took me aside and said: “It’s like a bloody chess game, don’t you see? I’m the king, and every encounter with pawns weakens me. You’re my knight, and it’s your job to protect me from such encounters by acting as an intermediary. As far as the public is concerned, I’m a phantom. I only exist in people’s imagination. The less I’m seen, the more power I have.” I was beginning to see how John’s enormous fame and his seclusion in the Dakota made is impossible for him to have normal relationships. So he always returned to isolation, hoping Yoko would spend a little time with him, maybe love him a little again. After less than a month of working at the Dakota I could not escape the depressing realization that, although he owned more space in the building than any of its other wealthy tenant, John Lennon lived like a prisoner. He had not been kidnapped; he had committed himself voluntarily. The doors were not locked. He could walk out anytime. But he was a prisoner, not only of the massive stone walls, but of his wife, his staff, his fears and superstitions. Sometimes John did his time cheerfully, sometimes moodily. Sometimes he even lashed out at those around him, seemingly infuriated by his captivity. Perhaps some would argue with my use of the word “imprisonment”, but John eventually said as much in the lyrics to one of his songs, “Watching the Wheels”: “I’m just sitting here doing time.”

John Lennon: Living on Borrowed Time, Frederic Seaman (1991)

#john&yoko #john lennon #yoko ono #fred seaman #books

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amourjins · 11 months ago

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POINT OF VIEW — extra. lego building + uchinaga aeri

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[1/21/24 - 4:01pm]

“what?” minjeong giggled, staring at aeri through facetime.

aeri was placed in her room, building legos on her desk. she had her phone leaned up on something to give minjeong, jimin, and ning a view of her lego building.

“has aeri always had this obsession with legos?” yizhuo asked, as aeri took out the packets of legos and the instructions out of the box. “yes.” aeri answered before grabbing the first packet and flipping through the instructions. “what are you building, anyway?” jimin questioned, “lotus flowers, i didnt know what to build so i just got this,” aeri showed the packaging to her phone camera.

“ooh.. lotus flowers? theyre pretty,” yizhuo smiled, aeri just nodding and opening the first packet, dumping it onto her desk. the pieces scattered, few dropping as she went down to pick them up. “ah, you guys, ive heard jake is trying to get with yn.” jimin stated, almost sounding disappointed. aeri stayed silent, all though, the look on her face changed distinctively. “im not surprised,” minjeong clicked her tongue. “jake.. any eye contact he makes with a girl, he thinks the girl wants him.”

aeri started to build the flowers, looking around her desk for the pieces that she needed. “you think yn will fall for jake?” jimin asked. “whaat? yn? no, ive known her for long enough to know that she wouldnt.” ning assured. aeri didnt say a word, focusing on her legos as she snapped the pieces together. the thought of ‘ln yn’ made her wanna jump off a cliff, and it was obvious.

she flipped to the next page of the instructions as the other three talked. they went on about unnecessary things, such as.. aliens, the new world, virtual stuff, etc. aeri only let out a few mumbles as responses, not looking up at her phone until that is,

yn gets mentioned again.

her head perks up at the name ‘yn’. the others continued to talk, but they clearly noticed aeri directing her attention to them when yn was mentioned. they shrug it off, and soon, aeri hops back into the conversation, but still, of course, building her legos.

a few minutes pass, and aeri finishes the first flower. “i’m done!” she announces happily before holding up a pink, lotus flower. yizhuos face lit up in awe, admiring it until aeri set it down gently on her desk, setting it aside. “theyre pretty.” jimin praises, “for real! are you building the white one next?” yizhuo asked, curious. aeri got the second packet out, and she nodded her head to confirm.

as time goes on, the other three still talking, the topics getting even dumber, “zorp vorp binted zinky zoogle forp meep?” minjeong blabbered. aeri raised her eyebrow, looking up from her legos. “youre going insane jeong..” jimin sighed, minjeong shaking her head. “anyway.. you done yet, aeri? its been around 20 to 30 minutes or so..” ning stated, as right in that moment, aeri put the last piece on to the last flower. “yup, just finished.” aeri says, holding up all three—there was two pink ones, and one white. (PINK + WHITE REF WBK) she slumped in her chair for about thirty seconds before getting up and stretching.

“dont forget, you guys! café tomorrow,” jimin reminded. “and dont worry, aeri, you wont be seeing yn,” minjeong added, giggling. aeri gave minjeong a look before ning spoke up, “okay but, where are we meeting? like we’ll all head to the cafe and meet there or..” ning trailed off, waiting for a response. “im fine with either, you guys make the decision and text me when you have.” aeri responded.

“oka!—”

ning got cut off when aeri left the facetime, as she sighed, grabbing the trash on her desk and heading to throw it away.

“you wont see yn,”

the words pounded in her head.

she hoped she didnt. yn fucking made her blood boil.

TAGLIST (open!) — @modanisgf @aeriniee @jongocat @sunshinez4 @aeriigfs @yeetaberry127 @mxl633 @multiliker @lisaswifey @bing-uzzz @yukianism @lettertolovers @gtfoiydlyj @aerisgirlfriend @vernonburger @yjiminswallet @sixflame438 @bzeus28 @gornoi @linnnsworld @masuowo @mr11inches

a/n : WOOOOOO pov updayes .. but its not an actial chapter!’ wtv! STREAM ARMAGEDDON!!!!! (+ jake ily all of this is fiction!!!!)

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medicineinside · 2 months ago

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How to study during bad days 🙇🏻‍♀️

We all have those days when studying feels impossible. But science-backed strategies can help you stay on track even when motivation is low!

🧠 1. Use the “5-Minute Rule”

Research shows that getting started is often the hardest part. Tell yourself you’ll study for just 5 minutes—chances are, you’ll keep going!

🛋️ 2. Change Your Study Environment

Your brain associates places with tasks. If you’re feeling stuck, try moving to a different room, a café, or even just switching seats.

🎶 3. Listen to Binaural Beats

Studies suggest that binaural beats (frequencies like 40Hz) can improve focus and reduce stress. Classical or Lo-Fi music can also help!

🌿 4. Try Aromatherapy

Scents like rosemary and peppermint have been proven to enhance memory and concentration. Diffuse essential oils or keep a scented sachet nearby.

💡 5. Use the “Energy Matching” Technique

🔹 Low-energy? Do passive tasks like reading or watching study videos.

🔹 High-energy? Tackle active tasks like problem-solving or note-making.

☀️ 6. Get Natural Light Exposure

Sunlight boosts serotonin and helps regulate your body’s natural clock, keeping you alert. If you’re indoors, sit near a window or use a daylight lamp.

🫂 7. Body Doubling for Motivation

Studying with someone (even virtually!) increases accountability. Try joining an online study session or using apps like StudyStream.

🍫 8. Eat Brain-Boosting Snacks

Dark chocolate, nuts, and berries can enhance cognitive function and sustain energy levels. Avoid heavy meals that might make you sluggish.

❤️ 9. Be Kind to Yourself

On tough days, lower your expectations. Even a little progress is better than none. Focus on consistency over perfection.

🔄 10. Use the “Looping Method” for Retention

Revisiting the same topic multiple times in short bursts strengthens memory—this is called spaced repetition and is backed by neuroscience!

💬 Which of these tips do you use on bad days? Let’s help each other out!

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kylimarz · 2 months ago

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Miraculous Ladybug College AU Pt 2

Adrien x FemReader x Luka

Alrightyyyy part two here we come!

Sighing, she steps into the café, the door creaking softly as it swings shut behind her. The warm, rich scent of coffee mingles with the faint aroma of pastries, a small comfort she barely notices. Her eyes sweep the room, moving past the hum of conversations and clinking cups, searching for the only person she knows she can trust. Then she spots him—teal hair catching the soft light streaming through the windows, his head bent over his laptop. When he looks up, his kind smile greets her, and for the first time in days, the tension in her chest loosens just a little.

“Hey there, dummy,” she says, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips—the first flicker of a smile she’s managed in over 48 hours.

“Hey, stupid,” he replies, standing and pulling her into a hug. His arms wrap around her with an easy warmth that feels like home, steady and grounding. As he starts to let go, she clings to him, her fingers tightening against his back.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he murmurs, concern lacing his voice. He pulls back just enough to meet her gaze, still holding her securely. A single tear escapes down her cheek, unbidden, and he wipes it away with a gentle thumb, his touch soft and careful.

“The only thing wrong is that I haven’t seen you in forever,” she says, forcing a shaky smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. He studies her for a moment, his brows furrowing, before letting her go with a sigh. Quietly, he pulls out the chair across from his.

“Sit,” he says, his voice calm but firm, gesturing toward the chair.

She sinks into it, her movements slow and heavy, as though every step takes more effort than she can spare. Sliding her laptop bag off her shoulder, she begins setting up, her hands moving in automatic, practiced motions.

“What are you working on?” she asks, her voice softer now as she glances up at him.

“I’m mixing my next tape for a friend who wants to DJ with my tracks,” he says, turning his laptop toward her. The screen glows with rows of colorful bars and intricate virtual dials, the patterns as foreign to her as another language.

“Nice,” she says with a grin, though the word feels hollow, more of an automatic response than genuine excitement. But as she looks at him, watching the light in his eyes as he talks about his work, she feels a flicker of calm—a fragile thread of normalcy in a world that feels like it’s falling apart.

For the next couple of hours, they sit together, lost in conversation. Stories flow back and forth—tales of late-night projects, the chaos of school, and the frustrations of deadlines. The café’s bustle fades into the background, replaced by their laughter and the sound of shared memories.

There was a time when they were inseparable. Every moment, every day, every weekend was spent side by side. They were a team, always together, always in sync.

But everything changed in the past few months. She began pulling away, drawn to the only other person who could shoulder the weight of her secrets. Her other relationships strained under the pressure of constant lies, the guilt eating at her until she couldn’t take it anymore. Slowly, she started to cut people off, convincing herself it was better this way.

Except with Luka, it was different. She lasted just a month before his persistence chipped away at her resolve. He left cookies at her door, small gestures of care, or sent her endless voice notes—random, silly things meant to make her smile. She tried to resist, but she couldn’t stop herself from eating every cookie, from listening to every note.

Before long, she found herself lingering by the door, waiting for the next delivery, her heart leaping every time she caught sight of him. Slowly, she began responding, texting back, agreeing to plans. It was as though the distance between them had never existed.

She could never resist him. Not then, and not now. There was something about him—something unshakable. He radiated warmth and light, a steady presence that pulled her in. He cared so deeply, so openly, and she couldn’t help but want to be someone he could depend on. To be someone who could care for him just as much.

As the hours passed, their conversation began to quiet, the easy rhythm between them settling into a peaceful silence. The café’s golden light softened as the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow across the room.

“Should we head out?” Luka asks, setting down his coffee cup and meeting her gaze.

“Yeah, let’s,” she replies, her voice light but weary. Rising from her chair, she begins packing her things. Luka finishes first and steps closer, offering his arm with a small, reassuring smile.

She hesitates for a moment before slipping her hand into the crook of his elbow. It feels steady, grounding.

At the door, he reaches out to hold it open for her. The bells jingle softly as they step into the cool evening air. “I’ll walk you home,” he says, his voice gentle yet firm.

They walk in silence along the river, the faint sound of water lapping at the banks filling the space between them. She keeps her eyes fixed ahead, her thoughts tangling as they approach her apartment—the one she used to share with her best friend.

“Tell me what’s really going on,” Luka says suddenly, his voice cutting through the stillness.

She stops in her tracks, staring down at her feet. The words catch in her throat, her hands tightening into fists at her sides. She doesn’t look at him, doesn’t move, the weight of his question pressing down on her like a storm waiting to break.

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...~Early Yesterday~...

The air shifts, thick and heavy. The body holding her stiffens abruptly, pulling back with a jolt. His voice, dangerously calm, cuts through the silence. “Who’s gone?”

She doesn’t meet his eyes, her gaze fixed on her swinging feet. “Everyone I love,” she murmurs, her voice small.

“Stop being dramatic,” Chat Noir snaps, his tone harsher than she’s ever heard. His fists clench at his sides, tension rippling through him. “Who. Is. Gone?”

She hesitates for only a moment. The secret she’s carried for so long doesn’t matter anymore—because she’s gone.

“Marinette is gone,” she says, rising to her feet, her voice steadier than she expected. “And so is Ladybug.”

He freezes, his eyes wide and searching. “What are you talking about?”

“Because Marinette was Ladybug,” she explains, the words spilling out like a confession.

“No. No, no, no,” he stammers, stumbling backward. His voice cracks, a mix of disbelief and desperation. “You’re lying.”

“I wish I were,” she says, letting out a bitter, self-loathing laugh. The sound is hollow, echoing in the suffocating stillness between them.

Chat Noir’s disbelief twists into something sharper—anger. His hands ball into fists, his claws scraping against the gloves as his shoulders tremble. “How could you let this happen?” he growls, his voice cracking. “You were supposed to protect her! You were supposed to fight with her!”

“I tried!” she snaps, her voice rising to meet his fury. “I tried everything! But it wasn’t enough, and I couldn’t get a miraclulous with her giving me one—” Her words catch in her throat, her chest tightening with guilt.

Chat’s breathing grows ragged, his anger unraveling into frustration. He turns away, running his hands through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. “She was everything. She was our hope. She... she was my partner,” he whispers, his voice breaking.

“I know,” she replies, softer this time. She watches him, the weight of his pain mirroring her own.

He collapses to his knees, his mask doing little to hide the tears streaming down his face. The strong, confident hero is gone, replaced by someone raw and broken. He buries his face in his hands, his sobs shaking his whole body.

The sight cuts through her like a knife. Slowly, she kneels beside him, unsure at first, but then she wraps her arms around him. He flinches but doesn’t pull away. She holds him close, her hand gently rubbing his back as his grief pours out.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry you lost her. I’m sorry I couldn’t save her.”

For a long time, they sit like that, the world around them quiet except for his sobs and her steadying breaths. Eventually, his cries subside, leaving only a hollow silence.

He lifts his head, his green eyes dull and rimmed with red. “Tell me how you knew her,” he whispers. “Please. Tell me everything.”

She takes a deep breath, her voice shaking as she begins. “Marinette... she was incredible. Brave, kind, selfless. She carried so much weight on her shoulders, but she never let it crush her. She was always thinking of others, always putting them first.”

Chat listens intently, his eyes fixed on her as she speaks. She carefully leaves out anything that could hint at her own identity, weaving a narrative that celebrates Marinette’s strength and resilience.

“She believed in me,” she continues, her voice softer now. “Even when I didn’t believe in myself. We practically grew up together, and throughout everything, I could always depend on her to make me smile and to be there. And as Ladybug... she was unstoppable. No matter how bad things got, she never gave up. She always found a way. Which makes so much sense when you know it was her."

Chat manages a small, shaky smile. “That sounds like her. She always had this way of making you feel like everything would be okay, even when it wasn’t.”

They share a quiet laugh, the tension between them easing as they exchange stories. Memories flow freely now, of battles fought, moments shared, and the bond they both had with Marinette and Ladybug.

As the hours pass, their laughter becomes softer, their voices quieter. They lean into each other, the grief still there but dulled by the comfort they find in one another.

By the time the first light of dawn begins to paint the sky, they’ve drifted off. Her head rests on his shoulder, his arms loosely wrapped around her, both finding solace in the shared warmth.

When the sun rises fully, its golden rays spilling across the city, they stir. Neither says a word at first, both staring at the horizon as the sky shifts from soft pinks to brilliant golds.

“What do you think she'd tell us right now?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

With her gaze fixed on the sunrise. “She’d tell us to keep going. To keep fighting.”

He nods, a faint smile tugging at his lips. They exchange a glance, and share a small smile.

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“Luka, I don’t know what to do anymore,” she sobs, her voice cracking as she drops her bag to the floor. Her knees buckle, and she collapses, her body trembling under the weight of her grief. “Every moment she isn’t here, I feel guilty that I’m alive, and she’s not.”

Luka doesn’t hesitate. Kneeling down in front of her, he pulls her into his arms, wrapping her in a cocoon of warmth and safety. His embrace is firm but gentle, grounding her in a way that feels almost impossible amidst the chaos in her heart.

“I feel so alone,” she whispers, her voice muffled as she buries her face into the crook of his neck. Her tears soak into his shirt, but he doesn’t flinch.

“Hey,” he murmurs softly, his voice steady and soothing. “You have me, love. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He presses his chin lightly against the top of her head, letting her feel his steady breathing. After a moment, he shifts, carefully sliding one arm under her legs and the other around her back. Gently, he lifts her as though she weighs nothing.

“Come on,” he says softly, carrying her around the corner toward the front door. “Where’s your key?”

“It’s unlocked,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

He sighs, a small chuckle escaping. “You really should lock your door,” he teases lightly, trying to draw a smile out of her. Opening the door with his shoulder, he steps inside and kicks it shut behind him.

Inside, the living room is dimly lit, the quiet hum of the city outside filtering through the windows. Luka steps carefully, carrying her to the couch. He sets her down as though she might shatter, adjusting the throw pillow behind her back before grabbing a blanket from the nearby basket. Draping it over her, he tucks it around her shoulders, his fingers brushing her arm briefly.

“Have any ice cream?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder as he heads toward the kitchen.

She blinks, momentarily pulled from the haze of her grief. “Huh? Um... yeah, I think so.”

Opening the freezer, he laughs softly at the sight of three giant tubs of mint chocolate chip ice cream lined up neatly. “Still your favorite,” he mutters to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips. He grabs one and quickly scoops out two generous portions into bowls.

Rummaging through the fridge, he finds a bottle of fudge and a can of whipped cream. With practiced ease, he tops the bowls, the rich chocolate sauce swirling over the pale green ice cream, followed by a fluffy crown of whipped cream.

Walking back to the couch, he hands her a bowl and sits down beside her, their knees brushing lightly. “Here,” he says, nudging her gently.

She takes the bowl without a word, her gaze fixed on him. He seems so at ease, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to step into her chaos and create this little bubble of comfort. It’s overwhelming, and for a moment, she feels guilty for accepting it.

He notices her staring and reaches out, his fingers tilting her chin up so their eyes meet. “Hey,” he says softly, his tone laced with quiet reassurance. “It’s okay to feel everything you’re feeling. But for now... just watch.”

He turns her head toward the TV, where a familiar movie begins to play. The opening scene lights up the room, and she feels a pang of nostalgia. It’s one of her favorites—a silly, feel-good film she hasn’t watched in ages.

She exhales slowly, sinking deeper into the couch. The warmth of the blanket, the sound of Luka’s quiet chuckle as he takes a bite of his ice cream, and the absurdity of the movie all blend together.

For a brief moment, she dares to imagine what it might be like to have this always. To have someone who knows her so well, who can read her without her needing to say a word. She pictures herself reaching out, her hand brushing against his cheek, fingers sliding into his teal hair as she leans in...

“Watch,” he says again, nudging her shoulder lightly.

She snaps out of her thoughts, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She turns her attention to the screen, letting herself smile at the ridiculous antics unfolding. Guilt starts to tug at her heart slowly dragging her away from the moment.

Just for tonight, she tells herself. Just this one moment to pretend the world isn’t falling apart. To let herself feel something other than pain.

Their quiet laughter begins to fill the room as the movie plays on, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the weight on her chest starts to lift—just a little.

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purpleqilinwrites · 4 months ago

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old rose.

a/n: i had this written a while back, and i almost forgot to post! here's my piece for the pixel café network's secret santa. a special gift for the lovely kandy @kandyshoppe!!! ❤ happy holidays! sending you a virtual steaming hot mug of cocoa with marshmallows and all your fave toppings!!! i hope the winter season has been treating you so well so far. sending you good vibes only for the rest of the season, and i hope it overflows even into the whole of next year!!!

fandom: haikyuu!!

character: aone takanobu

genre: fluff

info: established relationship (aone is your boyfriend); post-time skip

warnings: -

synopsis: you were stuck on what to get aone for the holidays.

word count: 1.9k

Aone Takanobu

Aone, for all his overwhelmingly positive characteristics, had one glaring weakness: he was quite impossible to shop for.

This was your first holiday season as a couple, and somehow, you felt the need to give him a gift that was better than all the gifts you've ever given him combined. You realised that this winter would just be one winter in the many you'd have with him by your side, but realising something was different from acting on it.

You found yourself browsing the outlet mall again after work, idling in front of aisles and aisles of things on sale. From after a quickly scarfed down dinner to the time the retail workers would politely ask you to leave, you loitered about a plethora of stores selling different things and hoped that there would be that one thing in particular that stood out to you as the best gift ever.

Aone was a very self-sufficient man, and you loved that about him. He always bought multiples of every product he used, even going so far as to shop in anticipation of needing a replacement to make sure that he never ran out of anything. His place was always clean and organised, even when you dropped by unannounced because your grandmother made some food and you wanted to share it with him. There was always sufficient food in the fridge and ingredients in the pantry, and nothing expired in his place under his watchful eye.

You loved that he took such good care of himself, and that his care extended to you too. But it made it all the more difficult to shop for him, because there was really nothing that he had need of. You'd offer to pay his rent for the next month or two for a gift, but you knew he wouldn't accept it.

After spending hours scratching your head and mumbling to yourself while window shopping, you decided to go to Aone's friends for advice.

Futakuchi pointed at you like a bully did in those old American coming-of-age movies and began cackling when you asked him, having caught him refilling his water bottle during a break. You had it in mind to stomp on his apparently brand new volleyball shoes before he stopped his witchy laughing fit long enough to say, "Big guy'll like anything you give, dummy! You're like made of gold or something to him." It tickled you to have Futakuchi's vote of confidence, but it wasn't what you were looking for. What would be a good thing to get Aone for the holidays was still very much a mystery.

You would've asked Moniwa who was there to watch VC Date's practice match with another of the prefecture's municipal teams, but his partner – or were they already engaged? You'd have to prod Futakuchi a bit to find out. – was sitting with him. They seemed to be enjoying listening to Moniwa explain every move made by the players on the court, so you refrained. Kamasaki arrived sometime after the match had started, but he was too busy exchanging quips and shoulder shoves with Futakuchi after the game for you to cut in.

"I got it! Why don't you make something for Aone-kun?" Nametsu slapped you on the back lightly when she spoke, and you looked up from the amigurumi you were crocheting.

She threw you an encouraging look, holding up both her thumbs to drive the point home. Something in your brain paused at her suggestion. Your eyes went from her to the almost-complete project in your hands and then back to her. Her smile never faltered in the time it took for her words to register.

"He's not a plushie kinda guy. But—" The vibrant colour of the pink afghan you recently blocked grabbed your attention when you turned your head to face Nametsu properly. You secured the working yarn of the amigurumi in your hands with a stitch marker from the coffee table, before you lifted the corner of your pink afghan. "One of these would be nice, wouldn't it?!"

She nodded vigorously, smoothing both her palms across the cabled pattern of the afghan as it lay prettily across the back of your couch. "He'd love it so much!" she said. "Bet he'd love it even more if you made him one that matches."

The next time you could leave work a little earlier, you rushed to the local yarn store on the other side of town. When you got there and found that there wasn't any more of that specific shade of pink in the yarn you used for your own afghan, you deflated slightly. The colour code was the same, but the batch code wasn't. All you had was a picture on your phone for reference, but you were sure that the difference in shades would be more obvious in person.

Sighing, you wandered the aisles of the store. Running your fingers over some of the fancy hand-dyed and hand-spun wool skeins in the corner with the premium yarns definitely cheered you up a bit. With your heart settled and your wallet ready, you ventured back to the section that held yarns with price tags that wouldn't break the bank and make a nice afghan for Aone.

He was careful about washing his woollen winter garments, so you didn't have to pick a superwash yarn. He also didn't get cold easily, so you didn't have to pick a 100% wool yarn. The large row of sale bins drew you away from the wool yarns at standard price. Within these bins, you were pleased to find several discounted bags of pink cotton and wool blend yarn in a shade that was more old rose than your preferred Barbie pink. The muted pink would work beautifully on his beige sectional!

You got to work on Aone's afghan immediately after locking the door and toeing off your shoes. Crocheting occupied the bulk of your free time after work and even on the weekends, and you felt a panic come over you when you started noticing shops putting up Santa Claus and reindeer-themed décor.

There was a pang of guilt in your chest each time you had to tell him that you couldn't meet him when asked on the day of, simply because you already had plans to rush home and continue working on the afghan. You didn't want your gift to get between you and your boyfriend, but with the way time was rushing past, you really, really wanted to finish it as soon as you could. It was already getting to mid-December before you knew it.

Nobu ❤ >>> If you're very busy with work, I can meet you where you are. It's been a while since we had a meal together. I miss you.

It dawned on you then that this must be the reason for the Crocheter's Curse: devoting so much time to the project that the intended recipient felt forgotten. You didn't expect to let it get this bad—

Nobu ❤ <<< i miss you too, pookie!!! really!!! ❤❤❤ i'm really sorry that i've been unavailable lately. let's meet for dinner at that restaurant you like this friday! my treat!!!

The day of the holiday dinner was upon you just as you removed the afghan you crocheted for Aone from your makeshift blocking board. It was the miracle you needed for the season that your gift was completed, washed and blocked on time. You admired it for a minute before you folded it into a thick rectangle for easier packing and wrapping.

Now all you had to do was to give it to him!

You were riding the high of both a met deadline and a completed project despite the string of recent sleepless nights. Until you arrived at his place and felt yourself sink into his sofa, you were confident you'd be awake enough to witness Aone's reaction. The decorative pillows were newly fluffed. Judging from the sweet orange scent that hung in the air, the sofa slipcovers, among other things, were freshly laundered too. These sensations worked together to make your wakefulness all the more easy to slip away.

Aone's head whipped around to your direction when he heard the sound of your palm colliding with your cheek. He washed and dried his hands before he stepped out of the kitchen and sat by you on the sofa. Taking your face into his hands, he examined the sight before him. "You haven't been sleeping well," he said.

The words to let him know that nothing was wrong and that you were feeling alright sat on the tip of your tongue. But you couldn't get them out when he was stroking his thumbs over your cheekbones so sweetly. The motion was so soothing that it was lulling you to sleep even if your eyes were still wide open and you desperately needed to blink. "Would you like to take a nap? It'll be a while before dinner's ready."

Shaking your head, you patted him on the thigh as a means of reassuring him. Aone's upper lip jutted out almost imperceptibly at your action, and you laughed. "I'm alright, really! I was just working on your gift these days. I didn't want to give it late, is all!"

His little pout deepened into a recognisable frown. You jumped up a little in your seat, placing both your hands on his chest and rubbing small circles about his collarbones to assuage his concern. "Ah, it's no big deal! I'm not sleep-deprived. We don't celebrate the holidays in my family but I know your family does, so I just wanted to do things right!"

Aone closed the distance between your face and his with a series of light kisses, and you closed your eyes at the first touch on your lips. When he was satisfied for the moment, he pressed his forehead to yours. "I'm very grateful. But you didn't have to do anything at all. I will never be disappointed by you, or by your gift."

Your heart positively swelled at his words. "But I wanted to do things right! You deserve it," you said. "I wanted this first gift to be extra special, is all."

The two of you shared a few more whispers and kisses before you pulled away, giddy with excitement and extremely eager to hand him his gift. You walked to the sideboard by the entryway where you left the afghan and returned to his side by the sofa.

"For you, Nobu!" You pushed the wrapped box into his waiting hands, bouncing on the heels of your feet in anticipation. "Will you open it for me, please?"

He nodded, thanking you in a hushed tone that you could only describe as reverent. Your palms began to sweat, even if you knew you didn't have to be nervous about his reaction. You put all your love into each stitch.

The stick-on bow and the wrapping paper came off, and next was the lid of the box.

You would never have predicted the love-struck gasp that escaped him once the lid was off. The wonder in his eyes was clear as day, his hands appreciatively tracing the cabled pattern lines of the afghan, still folded neatly within the box. "Do you like it?" you asked, though the answer was quite clear. You just wanted to hear Aone say it.

"I love it," he said, leaning over to brush an appreciative kiss in your hair. "This is the best gift. Thank you."

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu!!! scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #aone takanobu #aone takanobu x reader #fic #fluff #kaija writes #kaija writes: haikyuu!!#pixel cafe secret santa 2024 #this is my first time writing aone!#i hope my humble gift is to your liking hahaha #also #i hope it didn't get too technical(?) with the crochet and yarn ramblings in this one #i've been working on some crochet things but never something as large a commitment as an afghan #this was fun for me to write #and i hope it's a fun little holiday read for you too!!!

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