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queerlilchinchin · 1 year

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omfg I forgot how adorable and precious this game is...

I wanna draw fanart now......

#so many games lately are making me want to make fanart #xD #that never used to happen #I was wayyyy too self-conscious #personal #clumsy ninja

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lovelyhan · 9 months

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— caught in the middle ⟢

mingyu knows. he’s perfectly aware that his best friend’s girlfriend is the last person he should end up wanting. but who is he to refuse when wonwoo invites him to join something he never thought he could ever be part of?

★ FEATURING; wonwoo x reader x mingyu

★ WORD COUNT; 15.8k words

★ TAGS; established relationship, streamer au, one-sided pining (or is it!!!), fluff, mild angst, smut (MINORS DNI)

★ WARNINGS; mentions of twitter porn, sex tapes, mentions of infidelity (there's none of that here though), lots of guilt-ridden thoughts on gyu's end

★ NOTES; i'm literally several days late but happiest birthday to the man i enjoy writing for wayyyy too much, wonwoo <3 it's been four months since i last revisited the streamer series, and i'm glad to finally make good on that teaser i left in the second part :]

★ BEFORE YOU READ; i highly recommend reading the first two stories in the series first bc as much as i wanted to let readers consume this as a standalone, context is still really important for the story i want to tell!

this is part of the game over series!

★ SMUT TAGS; oral (m&f receiving), vaginal fingering, daddy kink, pet names (puppy for gyu), threesome, spitroasting, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, aftercare

★ PERMANENT TAGLIST; @cheolhub - @pretty-trustme - @just-here-to-read-01 - @ldkmelkro - @dejavernon - @venusrae - @jyiiscool - @jiniesclub - @junhui-recs - @bldelaine - @featmia - @fruitzcup - @hoeforhao - @candidupped - @billboard-singer - @caratochan - @novalpha - @dahliatopia - @0717luv - @shiveringgaze - @toruro - @mixling-blog - @minnie-mouser22 - @homerunhansol - @mirtaspace - @ti--red - @zzucculent - @woozarts - @rubyreduji - @mozellerra - @lllucere - @cheolzip - @jjjzzz - @lissiesykes - @jeonride - @meowmeowminnie - @colored-confetti - @partiallyinfluencial - @speaknowlwt

★ MINGYU & WONWOO TAGLIST; @yoonzinoooo - @emmmui - @swinterr - @wolfhardbby - @scandal-in-bohemia

★ FIC/SERIES TAGLIST; @ressonancee - @smooore - @wave2love - @jjongjjongiesworld - @mimi14berrybear - @hanniebanggi - @havetaeminforbreakfast - @slut4donghyuck - @delulu4-life - @aurumness - @mingyucookies - @noonareads - @hafuunkjw - @strxbrymilkkuu

part one - part two - part three - part four

This is, by far, the worst day of Mingyu’s life.

Okay, maybe he’s exaggerating, but he likes to think that he’s a man of routine. If he doesn’t get to do his morning rituals right before his streams, it feels like the world has been tilted a few degrees off its proper axis.

And that’s exactly what’s happening now, when Mingyu realizes that his favorite Twitter porn account is nowhere to be found.

How the hell is he supposed to get his daily dose of relief now?

“Mingyu, you’re dragging your ass a lot today,” Seungcheol’s voice sounds pissed through his headphones and Mingyu can’t exactly fault him for it. Not when he ended up making their team lose their third Valorant match in a row. “The hell’s up with you? I thought you already practiced using Gekko with Vernon the other day.”

“We did and he was actually pretty good,” the younger man comments. “Dunno what suddenly got into him today though.”

“Cheol-hyung, you shouldn’t berate Mingyu when you royally sucked at using Neon during the time she was first released,” Wonwoo quips.

Seungcheol immediately makes a disgruntled noise at that. “I did not royally suck! She just doesn’t fit my playstyle. And I get that you guys are glued to the hip at this point, but you of all people should know when to call out your teammates especially if they’re being a bunch of noobs, Wonwoo.”

“Now, now, didn’t we already talk about this? No fighting when we’re only doing a bunch of scrimmages between friends.”

A less abrasive voice flits into the call and Mingyu finds himself relaxing into his seat as he stares at the glowing red DEFEAT screen on his monitor. Ever since you and Wonwoo finally dropped the act of hating each other and started dating, you’ve constantly mediated any petty arguments that sparked within their group. Mingyu is all sorts of grateful, but also just a tad bit embarrassed whenever he’s part of the argument in question.

“Yeah, what she said,” Wonwoo agrees with a huff.

“Whatever, man. Koyahngi has watered down your temper so much, it makes me look like the most easily tilted player on the team,” Seungcheol grumbles before adding, “Ugh. Couples.”

Vernon laughs softly. “Crazy how you’re the one who always insisted for Wonwoo-hyung to be kinder, but now that he is, you suddenly want him to go back to his trash-talking ways.”

“Now why’s everyone dogpiling me now!” the older man whines.

About half an hour and another lost match later, everyone decides to call it a day. Seungcheol and Vernon are going to hold a joint stream together and Mingyu needs to get ready for another modeling gig he managed to land a couple of days ago. He’s not sure what you and Wonwoo have in store for the day, but his best friend and roommate mentioned that you were going to drop by their apartment sometime today.

But when Mingyu finally deigned to grab a towel and head to the bathroom, he instead makes a detour to the couch with a desolate sigh. He unlocks his phone and opens the Twitter app like it was second nature, tapping on the button that pulls up his most recent searches.

goodcat_badcat

He absentmindedly types the username to an account that’s been his constant companion whenever he needed to let off some steam. Though he hasn’t checked her profile in a while, Mingyu was under the impression that goodcat_badcat would still be there to give him a hand especially when his schedule has been driving him insane these days.

But when the app redirects him to the main profile, the same words that greeted him when he woke up with his painfully hard morning wood stare back at him. Something went wrong. Try again.

She deactivated. His favorite Twitter porn girl is fucking gone and now he’s got nothing but despair and the bluest balls in the entire city.

“Hey.”

Mingyu jolts at the sound of Wonwoo’s voice, immediately locking his phone before tossing it on the other side of the couch as if it burned him. He’s quick to whirl around to greet him with a too-wide smile.

“Hyung, what’s up?” Mingyu asks, thanking the heavens that his voice didn’t crack.

His best friend looks at him weirdly. “Uh, do you have any plans today? We’re going out to go bowling today and she told me to ask if you wanted to come along.”

Bowling. Wonwoo sucks at bowling, but you managed to rope him into going with you anyways.

“I’d love to, but I’ve got a shoot in…” Mingyu’s voice falters before reaching for the phone he just tossed away—heart dropping to his stomach when he looks at the time. “Shit. Forty minutes.”

He doesn’t wait for Wonwoo’s response before bounding towards the bathroom with a towel in hand.

The part-time model hasn’t gotten ready faster in his entire life. Though his manager told him that the brand he’s shooting for this time isn’t strict with time, Mingyu doesn’t want to make it a habit to show up late for his commitments.

Streamers already have a bad enough image to those who aren’t part of the industry, and he wants to make it a point that not every single one of them is a slob who doesn’t shower and makes tardiness a way of life.

As he pulls on a snapback over his still-damp hair—opting to let the stylists on the set handle it for him instead—he faintly hears your voice outside of his bedroom door.

“Aww, he isn’t coming?”

“Yeah. Let’s just invite him next time,” Wonwoo’s muffled response manages to reach his ears as well.

With one last glance in the mirror, Mingyu hoists his bag across his shoulder before opening the door to his room. He spots you seated on the armrest of their couch, kicking your legs somewhat adorably before you meet his gaze with surprise.

For someone who’s supposed to be bowling today, you don’t really look the part. Of course, your signature Koyahngi cat ear headband is sitting on top of your head, as in-theme as always. You also paired up your short, pleated skirt with lace-trimmed thigh highs, and chunky white boots. Not to mention the sheer, low cut top that gives him an ample view of your cleavage…

“Gyu, do you have a photoshoot today or something?” Your question promptly snaps him out of his somewhat rude staring. “Here I thought we could team up and destroy Wonwoo together in the bowling alley.”

“As if I’d allow that,” his best friend scoffs. “Mingyu’s teaming up with me, princess. Then you’ll be crying like a loser while we get ourselves a victory treat from the snackbar.”

“We are not going to do that, and yeah, I have a photoshoot…that I’m already late for actually,” Mingyu replies with a bubble of laughter. “That’s okay. You and Wonwoo-hyung have fun. Pro-tip, he actually sucks at bowling, so you’ll score much better than he will.”

You giggle before getting back on your feet, making your way over to Mingyu faster than he can prepare himself for. He hasn’t quite noticed it as vividly as he does now, but you’re so much smaller than him—even with the added inches of your boots.

It doesn’t help that the way you’re cutely looking up at Mingyu with those pretty doe eyes as you examine his outfit is making sweat bead across his temples. Great.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re heading to a shoot though,” you laugh. “You’re going on a date, aren’t you? Who’s the lucky guy or gal? Why’d you dress up like Tadashi Hamada just to impress them?”

Wonwoo snorts. “You mean the guy who died in Big Hero 6?”

“Well, yeah, but he was also my childhood crush, so shut up, Wonwoo.”

Your childhood crush. Mingyu looks like your childhood crush.

As Mingyu watches you bicker with his roommate—your boyfriend and his best friend—he realizes something that could change the trajectory of this friendship altogether.

He might have a crush on someone he isn’t supposed to want.

Like any other sane person out there, Mingyu does his best to brush it off.

It shouldn’t be a big deal. He’s been fleetingly attracted to people who are taken before and it wouldn’t last for more than a few days before he gets over it.

Mingyu simply chalks this up to hormones. After all, it was one thing to see your promiscuous outfits on streams, but it’s another to constantly be around you in those…rather unique get-ups. As degenerate as it sounds, he is just a man. Though he definitely won’t make a move on his best friend’s girl just because you like to show up to their apartment in short skirts and tight crop tops, he can’t help the physical reaction your presence evokes from him.

Which is his exact dilemma right now.

“Nonu, you got a silencer on you?” you mutter with your feet propped up on the coffee table—eyes glued to your phone while the three of you played a new mobile-based battle royale game in the living room. “I found a shotgun. Can you drop it for—Fuck!”

Wonwoo hums beside you, glancing at your screen for only a moment before focusing on his own character. “What’s wrong?”

“Someone fucking killed me with a Type 25!”

Your boyfriend simpers. “That’s what you get for talking to me and not focusing on the game, princess.”

“I just remembered how much I hate you.”

With sulkiness in your strides, you get up from the couch before plopping yourself on the armrest of the lazyboy Mingyu’s currently occupying. He startles at your sudden switch in seats—eyes darting between you and his phone before he tells himself to focus or he’ll get wiped off the map in a blink of an eye too.

“Gyu, can you do me a favor and just let Wonwoo die if he needs help?” you coo, wrapping your arms around his bare bicep. “Teach the fucker the importance of teamwork?”

Wonwoo laughs crudely from his spot on the couch. “What happened to ‘no fighting during scrims between friends’ huh?”

“That rule doesn’t apply when I’m the one being antagonized.”

Mingyu is a little busy evading a sniper that’s trying to take him out, but he does hear Wonwoo mutter, fucking brat, under his breath. He doesn’t pay it any mind—quite used to this back-and-forth dynamic between the both of you, even before you made it official.

The rest of the round goes on for another ten or-so minutes. As if the gods answered your call, Wonwoo gets done in by a grenade, leaving Mingyu the only surviving member of your three-man team.

“Uhhh, sniper—two o’clock,” you point out, leaning closer to his screen all while pressing your tits against his arm. Mingyu lets himself think it’s not intentional. “That’s the asshole who killed me! You’ll avenge me, won’t you Gyugyu?”

God. He hasn’t even gotten used to you calling him Gyu and now you’ve suddenly got another adorable nickname up your sleeve?

But back to the sniper. He’s a little too far away for Mingyu to make quick work of and the only weapons he’s got equipped are close range. From what he can see on the kill counter, only three players remain and Mingyu just has to pray that the sniper and whoever else is left aren’t teammates and—

The flash animation of a sniper rifle going off illuminates part of his screen. The kill counter ticks up to 48 out of 50 players dead.

Mingyu doesn’t waste any more time.

You’re practically shouting into his ear as he rushes to ambush the sniper on the second floor, clutching his arm tightly as you dish out helpful words of advice. (There’s a bomb in that stairwell. Chase him on the other side!)

The game ends in a sound victory for your team when Mingyu manages to kill off the sniper with close range combat. Despite the added flourish to your reigning rank and win rates, you still tease him about how he fumbled with his weapon stash during those last few seconds—bringing out a molotov instead of a pistol like he initially intended. The six foot gamer argues that it was just the nerves and the fact that you were pressing your perky breasts into the curve of his muscles, but you don’t really have to know that last bit.

Mingyu gets so into it that he fails to notice the way his best friend’s eyes linger on him and his girlfriend for a beat longer than usual, nor is he privy to the way Wonwoo’s lips twist into a sordid smirk.

After borrowing some of Wonwoo’s clothes, you end up staying over for dinner—even going out of your way to help Mingyu in the kitchen as he whips up some kimbap for everyone in the house. Wonwoo at least has the decency to set the table while you two are busy doing the brunt of the work in preparing food and once everything is in place, you and Mingyu share a quick high five.

“We actually make a good team, huh?” you snicker.

Mingyu feels his neck prickle with heat. “Guess you can say that.”

Once your stomachs are full and the dishes are washed and put away, Wonwoo puts on a thriller on the TV. You’re still pouting because of his shitty behavior during the game, but you ultimately choose to snuggle up next to your boyfriend despite.

It’s in rare moments like this where Mingyu truly gets to observe you and Wonwoo past the dynamic you both like to parade around other people. Your fiery personalities have been tempered into something calmer. Something he’d dare to call safe.

No snide comments, no senseless bickering—only tangled limbs under a weighted blanket, snuggling yourself deeper into your boyfriend’s chest, and looking up at him with sleepy but loving eyes.

So here’s Mingyu’s predicament: you’re ridiculously attractive but also ridiculously in love with his best friend.

“Mingyu.”

He blinks up in surprise when he notices Wonwoo standing in front of Mingyu’s lazyboy, carrying you in his arms as you doze softly into his chest. The sight makes his heart twist with a kind of fondness that he was never meant to feel for you.

“Hm?” Mingyu tries to sound as casual as he can manage—forcing his eyes on the TV and away from your vulnerable form. “Guess she’s sleeping over, huh?”

His best friend hums. “I was supposed to drive her home before meeting Soonyoung and the others to grab drinks. But she hates it when I wake her up after she falls asleep like this.”

Mingyu nods. “Okay.”

“And she also hates waking up in the middle of the night all alone,” Wonwoo adds. “Which is where you come in.”

There’s a long pause in their conversation that makes Mingyu hyper aware of the steady rise and fall of your chest as you sleep in Wonwoo’s arms. You really are out cold—too deep into slumber to have any awareness of what the two men are even discussing.

“What?” Mingyu whispers, unable to pay attention to the main character walking into her doom on the television screen. “What do you mean that’s where I come into the picture? Don’t tell me you’re still going out for drinks when your sulky girlfriend’s asleep in our house.”

“It’s only for an hour or two,” Wonwoo explains before padding over to Mingyu’s—yes, Mingyu’s bedroom—before gently laying you down on the bed and pulling his blanket across your dozing form. “We’re actually meeting with our manager so I can’t talk myself out of the schedule even if I really fucking want to.”

The disbelief is still evident on Mingyu’s face. “So you’re putting me in charge of babysitting her until you come back?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Gyu. You’re just gonna sleep next to her, not clean up after her shit.”

Somehow, the fact that Wonwoo’s practically giving Mingyu permission to do that sounds more daunting than the latter. He’s much too busy gawking at the older man to give him a proper response right away.

Is this really the same guy who personally tells the perverts in your stream’s chat to fuck off when they’re being out of line? The guy who always has an arm wrapped possessively around your waist whenever you’re all out with your friends?

“Do I have a choice?” Mingyu sighs.

“If you want to deal with her all pissed off after waking up alone, then be my guest.”

“This wouldn’t be even an issue if you just did a rain check!”

“You know I’d do anything to keep her happy if I could, right?”

The pleading tone of Wonwoo’s voice takes Mingyu aback for half a moment before he gets his bearings straight. It shouldn’t be a surprise to him, how your boyfriend treats you like a goddamn princess. No matter how much you rile each other up where everyone can see, at the end of the day, Wonwoo is still the type of lover who puts great value in the smallest things.

The guy takes your fucking napping habits into consideration when making decisions between his personal life and his career. Even going out of his way to inconvenience his own best friend just so you wouldn’t wake up all alone.

If that isn’t love, Mingyu doesn’t know what is.

“Fine,” Mingyu relents. “Just make sure you’ll be back in two hours or else I’ll call your manager and tell him the apartment caught fire.”

Wonwoo flicks him painfully on the forehead as he walks back to the living room, making Mingyu roll back onto the cushions with a groan. “Don’t crack jokes like that when my girlfriend’s over at our place.”

“Wow.” Mingyu scowls. “So it’s okay for the apartment to go up in flames if I’m alone?”

His best friend doesn’t even hesitate. “Pretty much, yeah.”

Thirty minutes later, Wonwoo has already left for his evening plans and Mingyu is left to clean the leftover snacks off the coffee table as the end credits roll on the TV. The door to his bedroom has been left ajar so he can at least keep an eye on you in his peripheral while he tidies up.

He’s supposed to do a chill, late night stream, but seeing as his room has another occupant this evening, he might have to go on Twitter to let his subscribers know about the change in schedules. But that would leave Mingyu with nothing else to do aside from going to bed early.

Meaning, he’d have to lie next to you. On his bed.

Mingyu immediately shoots the idea down, plopping himself back on the sofa all while trying not to glance in the general direction of his room.

This is fine. This is okay. There’s nothing remotely wrong about his best friend’s girlfriend sleeping on his bed even if Wonwoo could’ve just dumped you in his own room instead. He could just play a few games on his PS5 until you woke up on your own or until Wonwoo comes back from his night out. Whichever happens first.

So that’s exactly what Mingyu does.

About an hour of playing through where he left off in his last Elden Ring save file, he’s so engrossed in the cutscene that he doesn’t notice you rising from the comfort of his bed—rubbing your eyes as you look around the room you’re in with mild confusion.

Just when the next boss fight begins, Mingyu is promptly spooked when the cushions dip beneath the weight of another person, letting out an undignified yelp as his eyes dart to the unknown figure wrapping their arms around his bicep—

Then he realizes it’s you.

“Eepy…” you mumble, eyes still drooping as you nuzzle his arm.

Mingyu scowls for a moment. Did you just say eepy?

Fuck, that’s so cute, he muses to himself before forcing his gaze back on the TV before Godrick the Grafted could cleave Mingyu’s character in half with a giant axe.

The daunting in-game OST coupled with the jarring sound-effects of weapons clashing together probably isn’t the best thing to wake up to, but with how you quietly bury yourself in the warmth of his body, Mingyu figures that you probably don’t mind.

He isn’t sure if you’ve decided to continue your nap or watch whatever he’s doing on the screen, given that he’s dedicated much of his attention span in trying not to get killed. But despite having been in the same position as other girls he’s dated before—them clinging to his arm as he plays through some gory open-world RPG—it’s the first time Mingyu has ever felt nervous.

Maybe it’s because you’re a streamer yourself that he doesn’t have it in him to flex his superior gamer prowess like he usually does. But with that thought in mind, shouldn’t he be more inclined to show off? To brag about how he can dodge and parry the enemy’s coordinated attacks effortlessly when Wonwoo can’t even switch his healing items without fumbling with the controls?

Then he remembers that tiny, minuscule crush he has. And the fact that the person he has that tiny, minuscule crush on is snuggling against him like a cat.

Mingyu barely gets to the second phase of the boss fight without his head imploding from vertigo.

“That looks really…gross,” you murmur just when the next cutscene starts and Godrick the Grafted sticks his amputated arm into the corpse of a nearby dragon. So you are watching him play. “Is he trying to assimilate with it or something?”

Mingyu offers up a soft hum. “He grafts his own body parts from other beings to get stronger, so…yeah.”

“Hm. So he’s using a dragon’s head to replace his missing arm?”

“You’re pretty clever for someone who just woke up.”

You huff. “For your information, I don’t just play cutesy games all the time. Who do you think finished Wonwoo’s save file for Dark Souls 3?

Mingyu simpers as he jumps out of the way of Godrick’s flamethrower. “You? Playing Dark Souls, of all things? You don’t have to lie to impress me, you know.”

“Fuck you.”

Before he can let out a teasing laugh, you promptly yank the controller out of Mingyu’s hands—making your boyfriend’s best friend scowl as you take over the boss fight he can very much overcome on his own.

You don’t say a single word as you finish off what’s left of Godrick’s HP bar with more finesse than he’d expect for someone he thought only fucked around on Stardew Valley and Genshin Impact. Your eyes are completely glued on the TV, not even second-guessing the buttons you’re mashing. Mingyu can only watch in quiet awe when the boss belts out his death voicelines, fading into ashes as the ending cutscene comes to a close.

Then, you glance over at Mingyu with a smug look and if he thought he couldn’t be any more infatuated by you, he’s dead wrong.

“Maybe I should start playing games like this on my streams so people like you would start taking me seriously,” you flare before tossing the controller back onto his lap. “But then again I shouldn’t really give a shit about what others think about me.”

There’s a sharpness in your words that makes Mingyu think that it wasn’t just a baseless retort to his earlier jab. That makes him frown.

“What do you mean?” he wonders.

He half-expects you to trade that frown on your face with a sleazy grin in a gotcha moment he’s been unknowingly anticipating. That you’d wave away the seriousness of it all with your cheeky laughter before you’re back to watching him play again.

But it doesn’t come.

You sink further into the couch with a sigh, crossing your arms together as you prop your legs on the coffee table. The fact that you’re wearing nothing but Wonwoo’s shirt makes Mingyu instinctively lead his eyes away from the way the hem rides up your thighs.

“Nothing. Just go back to playing your stupid game.”

Unfortunately for you, Mingyu is having none of it. “Hey, I get that I said something that pissed you off and I’m sorry. But…do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“Well…whatever’s bothering you.”

You shake your head. “It’s nothing. I swear. I’m just feeling a little cranky.”

Oh. Right. Wonwoo mentioned how you hated waking up alone after naps. Well, technically, you weren’t alone. His bedroom door was still wide open when he started playing in the living room, but then again he doesn’t know you well enough to be able to tell what counts as waking up alone and what doesn’t.

“Should I call Wonwoo-hyung?”

“And have him tease me to the ends of the earth when I’m already in a bad mood?” you scoff. “Pass.”

Mingyu considers his options for a moment. You’ve always been quite bubbly and energetic when you’re over at their apartment. This is probably the first time he’s seen you act so grumpy and it’s been a while since he’s dealt with moody girlfriends so he isn’t sure what to make of the situation.

But then a lone thought wanders inside his head.

“Do you…want to go back to bed?”

He wonders if it’s a stupid question. You’re very much awake now that he accidentally tripped on the proverbial land mine that is your emotional disposition. Mingyu is already expecting you to decline, but the hard lines on your faces suddenly soften.

Then, with a quiet and considerably less disgruntled voice:

“I’d like that. Yeah.”

Maybe he should’ve worded his offer better.

By ‘go back to bed’, Mingyu actually meant that he’d help you into Wonwoo’s room—into Wonwoo’s bed—because one: he’s your boyfriend; and two: given that you’re both planning to go to sleep for real, you wouldn’t have to wake up alone anymore since Wonwoo would already be home before morning.

So why the fuck is he staring at the wall right next to his bed with your arm draped around his body as you dozed off behind him? Never mind that you were spooning a six-foot man with considerable body mass. You’re Wonwoo’s girlfriend. You’re not supposed to be sleeping in the same bed as your boyfriend’s best friend.

But despite his warring thoughts, Mingyu doesn’t move an inch. He doesn’t take any action to convince you to just sleep in Wonwoo’s room instead because that’s what’s right and proper, all things considered.

No, he just lets your hands dip beneath his shirt in your slumber, tracing the lines of his toned stomach every now and again. Mingyu tells himself it must be a habit you picked up from all the times you’ve slept right next to Wonwoo and that your body is just seeking that same kind of comfort in his absence.

You don’t have to know about how he feels himself grow hard when your pert nipples brush against his back every time you shift behind him.

And you definitely don’t have to know that he eventually peeled himself away from your heated embrace to jack himself off in the bathroom before retiring to the couch for the rest of the night.

It’s a secret that he simply has to take to his grave.

“Mingoo-yah, you’re spacing out again.”

Mingyu only feels half as bad as he should be for not listening to Jeonghan when the older man was in the middle of telling him about a brand collaboration offer he’s contemplating on accepting. Being the only two out of their friend group of thirteen to actively take up modeling gigs on the side, he’s close enough with Jeonghan to know he isn’t the kind of person who easily takes offense in things like that.

But one thing Mingyu does know about Jeonghan is that the older’s intuition is much too sharp for anyone’s liking.

“You’ve been inviting me out a lot lately,” Jeonghan remarks as he points the mouth of his beer bottle at Mingyu. “Are you trying to avoid something back at home? Is Wonwoo being an asshole to you?”

The lilt in his words clues Mingyu in on the fact that Jeonghan knows damn well that’s far from the reason that he’s been out of the apartment more frequently these days. He wonders if there’s any use to lying to someone who can see through any sort of farce before letting out a withering sigh.

“Hyung,” he starts, taking a sip out of his own beer as he chooses his words carefully. “Have you…ever wanted something you can’t have?”

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. “Kim Mingyu? Not getting something he wants? My, all those ambassador offers and that long line of men and women alike doing everything they can for a chance to even speak with you would beg to differ.”

Yeah, but those people aren’t my best friend’s girlfriend, Mingyu wants to say but doesn’t, for obvious reasons.

“You’re avoiding the question,” he whines instead.

Jeonghan lets out a soft chuckle before popping one of the bar’s complimentary corn chips into his mouth. “Well, to simply answer that: no. I’ve never wanted anything I can’t have because I always get what I want. All I need is to set my mind on having it and I’ll figure out the rest along the way.”

“But what if… What if I ended up hurting someone if I pursued it?” Mingyu asks, trying his best to make the topic as ambiguous as possible. “That’s the last thing I want to do so the only way I can really deal with it is to just stop wanting it, you know?”

For a moment, Jeonghan doesn’t respond—lazy eyes trained on the younger man as he assesses what he’s been told. His gaze makes Mingyu a little nervous. Has he already ratted himself out? Has Jeonghan already put the pieces together in his head?

“From the way you’re going about all this, getting over it seems like a far cry into the future. And I’m well aware that you’re not a patient man, Mingyu,” he chortles with a shake of his head. “You’re understanding—considerate, even. But if I know you as well as I think I do, then there’s only so much endurance you can exercise when it comes to something you want that badly.

“If you want my advice, then I’ll go ahead and tell you to just negotiate with the person you’re supposedly going to hurt when you finally go after whatever this thing of yours is. If he declines, then you can walk away knowing you tried. If he agrees on some sort of…compromise, then wouldn’t that make you less miserable?”

God. Fuck. Talking to Jeonghan about this was probably the worst decision he’s made in his life. Mingyu wonders if he’d still be saying the same things if he knew exactly what—more precisely, who—they were even talking about.

You’re at their apartment right now, probably snuggled up on the couch again—watching movies while engaging your boyfriend in occasional banter like you usually do. It’s a routine that the two of you have lulled yourselves into ever since you started dating and Mingyu would be a fucking dick for wanting to ruin that all because he can’t deal with the fact that he’s helplessly attracted to you.

He can’t even sleep in his own goddamn bed without his brain going back to the night you lied so peacefully right next to him. Whenever his thoughts start to swim into dangerous territory, Mingyu tries so hard to suppress them by just going to sleep—only to end up fucking his painfully hard cock into his fist before coming all over the sheets with the taste of your name still sizzling on his tongue.

Later that night, a woman in a pretty black dress goes up to him and Jeonghan with a flirtatious strut that Mingyu would’ve latched onto if he was the same man he was a few months prior. She offers to buy them a few cocktails as a treat before leading Mingyu to the dark hallway that led to the dingy bathrooms with an expectant look in her sharply winged eyes.

It doesn’t really take much to get him hard—he’s just a man after all. So when the woman whose name he knows she told him but promptly forgot gets on her knees on the dirty tiled floor, Mingyu thinks it’s perfectly normal for him to let her take his heavy length down her throat for some much needed relief.

What’s not normal is the way he pictures you in her place instead. That it was you deepthroating him like you were born without a gag reflex. You choking so adorably around his length as tears start to make your makeup run in gray streaks across your cheeks. You swallowing every last drop he spills into your awaiting mouth as he catches his breath against the bathroom door.

The woman was probably expecting some reciprocation on Mingyu’s end and while he’s normally a gentleman about these kinds of things, he promptly zips himself back up before leaving her alone in that dirty bathroom without another word.

To his surprise, Jeonghan is still there at their table, tapping away on his phone with a look of mild interest lining his gaze. Mingyu asks him what’s up.

“Wonwoo’s celebrating his birthday this year with everyone,” he chimes. “You would know when Soonyoung’s blowing up gen chat, but you were kind of busy getting your dick wet.”

Now that genuinely takes him by surprise.

While his best friend isn’t some brooding edgelord that thinks celebrating birthdays is overrated, Wonwoo has always preferred commemorating it in intimate spaces. He usually just orders some fancier take out than their usual Chinese fast food and Mingyu buys him a silly cat-themed cake for him to blow out the candles on.

But as Mingyu brings himself up to speed about what went down in their server over the last thirty minutes, he can now confirm that Jeonghan wasn’t bluffing at all.

Wonwoo: Dinner at Jungsik Dang at 7 PM on the 17th. The actual thing starts at 8 but you assholes have a thing for being late all the time.

Soonyoung: nice. i’ll leave my house at 10

Chan: Loser. I’ll leave at midnight

Seungkwan: Maybe you shouldn’t have announced the real time the program starts, hyung.

“You’ll be there, won’t you?”

Jeonghan’s question makes Mingyu look up from the Discord conversation on his phone and into the older man’s eyes. There’s a look he can quite pin down on his face and Mingyu isn’t quite sure what to make of it.

“Of course,” he says, throat tightening for reasons even he can’t name. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Mingyu doesn’t really count the time left before Wonwoo’s birthday—much too preoccupied with his own schedules to notice the days passing by. But as busy as he is, at least he doesn’t have to keep inviting Jeonghan out for an excuse to go outside the apartment whenever you’re paying a visit.

If Wonwoo has noticed Mingyu’s evasive behavior, he never really shows it. The older man still greets Mingyu everyday with a curt nod, retreating to his own bedroom before doing his morning streams. Wonwoo seems none the wiser to his best friend’s predicament and Mingyu prefers it that way.

But while it’s much easier to avoid Wonwoo’s scrutiny, you’re an entirely different case.

Mingyu comes home late one evening after a niche fashion event that one of his contacts personally invited him to attend. He doesn’t really get why he even reached out to him, given the fact that Mingyu’s modeling scene is a far cry from whatever haute couture bullshit they’ve got going on there.

The only reason he deigned to show up is because of the stories about the organizer’s after parties that his said contact mentioned in passing. Well, that and the invitation was extended to him on a night you were staying over at their place.

Mingyu is more than a little drunk when he stumbles inside the apartment—kicking his boots off with a huff as his inebriated eyes parse through the dim lights. He sighs, an airy smile gracing his lips as he recalls this evening’s events.

Sure, he enjoys those quiet drinking sessions he shared with Jeonghan just fine, but Mingyu isn’t past admitting that he misses partying like he did when he was still in college. In fact, he actually had the chance to go home with one of the pretty models that took the runway.

She’d been making moony eyes at him all evening and Mingyu would’ve let her whisk him off to whatever five-star accommodation she’s staying in if only he hadn’t promised to guest on Soonyoung’s charity stream the next morning.

So here he is, leaning against the kitchen counter as he drunkenly smiles at the last text his would-be conquest—her name’s Suji—sent five minutes ago. She told him to don’t forget to wash up before you sleep and have fun at your stream tomorrow <3

Suji is adorable. Fun to be with even if Mingyu only spent a total of two hours mingling with her in the high-end afterparty venue. Never did he imagine that a literal supermodel would even be remotely interested in what he does for a living, but the world is full of surprises like that.

In fact, it’s so full of surprises that Mingyu ends up dropping the glass of water in his hand when he sees you emerge from Wonwoo’s bedroom.

“Jeez, Gyu,” you mumble as you stare at the mess he made—hundreds of shards glimmering against the wet floor. “I know you’re clumsy but you never really break things by accident.”

Mingyu swallows thickly, wanting to say that you were the one who surprised him out of nowhere, but his eyes completely zero in on the conspicuous bruises that litter your throat and collarbones like a disconnected necklace.

All it takes is one brief glance at his best friend’s bedroom—to which you left the door completely open—for Mingyu to confirm the suspicions wriggling in the back of his head.

Wonwoo is lying on his stomach, bare back sporting scratch marks that Mingyu has teased him about before while his lower half is completely hidden beneath your favorite weighted blanket. He’s completely still as he sleeps, chest rising and falling with steady breathing.

When Mingyu dares to look at you again, he suddenly forgets about what happened at the afterparty; about Suji and her thoughtful texts.

Because how can he think of anything else when you’re right in front of him, freshly fucked by his best friend?

“What are you—?! Mingyu!”

He doesn’t listen when you scold him for picking up the bigger glass shards off the floor with his bare hands. He needs to focus on everything but your pebbled nipples peeking through the fabric of Wonwoo’s shirt. The hem fluttering across your bare thighs. The way your face is still flushed with sleep and what Mingyu presumes is that post-orgasmic haze.

Because if he doesn’t, he might just end up doing something he’ll regret for a lifetime and more.

But it’s just as you said earlier—Mingyu is clumsy; even more so when he’s had way too many Jägerbombs than his tolerance can actually handle. So he isn’t really surprised when one of the sharp edges splits the skin of his hand open, blood quickly seeping through the wound as he unceremoniously drops the shards he collected on the kitchen island with a hiss.

“You’re such a big idiot,” you groan before marching off to the bathroom.

When you come back with the first-aid kit that Mingyu himself had stocked when he and Wonwoo moved in, the first thing that comes to mind is how you’re pretty much a regular fixture in their home now. You know where the first-aid kit is. You know where Mingyu keeps the brooms and mops and dustpans. You know that he doesn’t like leaving messes in the house even if it’s a mess that Mingyu himself was responsible for making.

You’ve inserted yourself seamlessly into his and Wonwoo’s daily lives and Mingyu isn’t certain how long he can keep pretending that isn’t the case.

“Just leave the shards be,” you grumble before dragging him off to the sink. “Let’s clean it up after I clean you up.”

Mingyu remains silent as you apply ample pressure on the wound, listening to you mutter about how the bleeding has to stop first before it can be disinfected. He doesn’t really process much of what you have to say—too caught up in how his pulse roars in his ears from the way your fingers press firmly against his own.

He’s vaguely aware of his phone buzzing every now and again where he left it on the counter, but Mingyu doesn’t even feel the least bit apologetic for leaving Suji hanging more than he already has.

Right now, you’re the only one that matters.

“Alright, I think it clotted pretty nicely,” you observe with a small, relieved smile as you lift the piece of cotton you used to stem the bleeding. “Go wash your hands, big boy. Sit with me on the couch after so I can wrap a bandage around it.”

If he was even the slightest bit sober, Mingyu would’ve huffed and insisted that he can do that by himself. It’s not like he sliced off his entire arm like he did with Godrick the Grafted when you watched him play Elden Ring a few weeks back.

But Mingyu isn’t sober and all his stupid, drunk brain is telling him is to do as you say because he knows it’ll make you less worried.

Your touch is weighted with tenderness as you patch up the gash on Mingyu’s finger. There are no sordid remarks about his carelessness to be said—only the implicit concern that permeates off your being and rings in his ears. But even if Mingyu’s head is still swimming with liquor, he’s empathic enough to be able to tell that him dropping a glass of water isn’t the only thing you’re upset about tonight.

“Gyu, did I do something wrong?” you murmur, smoothing your thumb across the bandage once it’s in place. “You’ve been avoiding us a lot lately.”

He finds your choice of words a little…interesting.

Of course, Mingyu wouldn’t put it past you to notice that he’s been noticeably absent in the apartment these days. But for you to assume that it’s because of something you alone have done and not include Wonwoo in the narrative? You know him so well, it makes his chest burn with an emotion he can’t name.

Or maybe he’s just really fucking drunk.

“Why would I be avoiding you?” Mingyu chuckles, resting the back of his head against the cushions as he stares at the ceiling in a pathetic attempt at playing it cool. “I’ve just been a little busy is all. Don’t tell me Wonwoo-hyung misses me or something.”

“Maybe. But what if I miss you, too?”

The silence that follows is a little too loud in Mingyu’s ears.

You can’t do that. You can’t ask him questions that he doesn’t know the answer to.

Mingyu isn’t sure which robs him of coherent thought more: you in killer outfits and flawless makeup or you in one of Wonwoo’s old white shirts, barefaced and vulnerable as you scrutinize him with a pleading look in the middle of their living room.

He wishes he could just go back to the time when he just knew you as an up-there Twitch streamer that he suspected his best friend was fucking around with. Things were much simpler when Mingyu was merely a spectator in Wonwoo's complicated love life. But now, he’s slowly getting to know you past all the sexy cat girl cosplay and the fanservice. Past the back-and-forth banter with your boyfriend that Mingyu was once content with observing from the sidelines.

Did Wonwoo suffer through the same kind of epiphany before you started dating? It’s no secret that your boyfriend had a stick up his ass when it came to acknowledging how he felt about you, but Mingyu doesn’t fault him for it. He knows damn well that there’s just something about you that attracts people like magnets with polar ends.

People like Wonwoo and Mingyu who are helpless to your unknowing charm.

But the difference between him and his best friend is that Mingyu has no right to feel the way he does. He’s lucky enough to get to see sides of you that you’d never show to your subscribers and he told himself that he’ll never pursue anything past that—no matter how badly he wants to.

Yet the fact remains that Mingyu is just a man too drunk to deal with all of this right now, and you’re playing your cards a little too well, whether you know it or not.

“You’re saying that you miss me when hyung is already giving you splendid company?” Mingyu laughs airily, letting his eyes flutter shut because if he holds your gaze any longer, he might just combust right there. “You wouldn’t be hanging out here so much if he wasn’t, right?”

You’re quiet for a moment, eyes boring into Mingyu as if you’re looking for something he’s desperately trying to hide. He loathes and loves how perceptive you are, but if he isn’t careful, he might end up jeopardizing your friendship for good.

Then quietly, you ask:

“Have you not considered that maybe I hang out here a lot because of you?”

Before the words can even settle inside his head, you flatten your palms against his thigh, leaning in so close, Mingyu is certain you hear the way his breath hitches. Your eyes crinkle in the dim lights as you offer up a smile with just a little more intent than he’d expect you to show.

When Mingyu’s gaze flickers to the collection of love bites you’ve amassed on your neck, his traitorous brain wonders how it would feel like to sink his teeth into your skin. To litter your throat with his marks, to have you writhing against his touch.

“I could always just invite Wonwoo to my place, no?” you murmur, each word making the back of Mingyu’s neck prickle with heat. “But I insist on coming over here instead ‘cause I actually like hanging out with my boyfriend’s best friend.”

Then, as if his entire world was plunged into slow motion, you press your lips closer to Mingyu’s ear—one hand braced against his firm chest as he feels you grin against his lobe.

“After all, we make such a good team. Right, Gyugyu?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck—

“We do make a good team. See? You patched me all up!” Mingyu laughs heartily before begrudgingly peeling himself away from your touch. “I’m a little sleepy though. Do you want to help me clean up or not?”

He knows he’s overcompensating, but if he doesn’t get away from you now…

Mingyu doesn’t even want to know what he’ll do.

When he deigns to look at you again, the heated look in your eyes hasn’t dissipated. You even make a fucking show of swiping your tongue across your bottom lip, staring up at your boyfriend’s best friend like you want to just…eat him up.

But that can’t be right. He’s seen how enamored you are with Wonwoo.

You couldn’t possibly be…

“I’m a little sleepy too,” you admit, stifling a yawn that’s obviously fake. “I think I’ve already helped you enough for tonight, big guy. You go clean up that little mess you made ‘cause I’m going back to bed.”

Back to Wonwoo’s side—Mingyu reminds himself firmly.

He doesn’t really have to be told twice, nodding in agreement as he shuffles over to the kitchen and grabs the cleaning paraphernalia you were kind enough to bring out earlier. The dull ache in Mingyu’s temples makes it easy for him to do everything in silence. But of course that’s the last thing you’ll willingly give to him.

“By the way,” you start, twisting your torso halfway around to face him. The action makes Wonwoo’s shirt ride even further up your thighs and Mingyu fears he’ll have to clean up another growing mess in his jeans if he wants to get some sleep tonight.

“Suji’s been texting you non-stop. It would be rude to just keep her hanging, no?”

Figurative alarm bells start going off inside his head as his mouth hangs loose. You flash him a grin that’s much too smug for him to miss, greeting him good night, Mingyu before shutting the door to Wonwoo’s room behind you.

When he’s just about done throwing the glass shards in the trash and mopping up the water he splashed all over the floor, he retreats into the comfort of his own bedroom. He doesn’t reply to any of Suji’s text messages even after he gets changed into more comfortable clothes.

Not when he’s now fully aware that you know.

You know that he’s got the hots for you. You know that he’d drop any other semi-attractive person he’s using to distract himself the moment you throw him scraps of your attention. He feels like a helpless fucking puppy with how easy it is for you to unknowingly lead him by the nose.

Here we have another one of Mingyu’s many dilemmas in life. The object of his frustrated affections, the person he wants the most might just want him back.

The issue? Her boyfriend—his best friend—has no fucking clue.

Vernon isn’t someone that Mingyu frequently hangs out with. Out of all the three other GAM3 BO1s, the youngest is probably the one that he spends time with the least. But that doesn’t mean that Mingyu enjoys his company less than the company of his other friends. In hindsight, Vernon could easily be his favorite of the younger streamers in their entire friend group.

So when Vernon asks him for some tips on making his own gym routine, Mingyu sees no problem in showing up to give his friend some advice.

Surprisingly enough, when Mingyu arrives in his and Wonwoo’s usual place, he spots Seungkwan in the waiting lounge with Vernon as well.

“What came over you guys when you suddenly decided that you wanted to work out?” Mingyu laughs as he leads the odd pair to the locker rooms. “When we last asked about it on the server, most of you were being such prissy little shits about it.”

“Hey, we so work out!” Seungkwan complains with a huff. “We just don’t go to the gym. Get your facts straight, Kim Mingyu.”

As things are, Vernon wants to build his core strength while Seungkwan wants to focus on cardio. He tries his best to instruct them as effectively as he can all while getting his usual routine over with. Mingyu was supposed to try adding more weights to his deadlifts but with his attention divided between his two friends, he figures that he shouldn’t risk accidentally dropping a 150-kilograms’ worth of weights on his feet.

They’re all absorbed in their own work for about thirty minutes until Seungkwan eventually hops off the treadmill and collapses dramatically on the matted floor.

“I need a water break,” he wheezes and Mingyu laughs as he offers him a bottle.

During their quick break, Vernon whips out his phone and puts on a Twitch stream for the three of them to watch. Curiously, Mingyu peers at the screen, only to feel his stomach plummet to the pit of his stomach when he realizes whose stream it is.

Seungkwan scoffs. “There he goes again, watching Koyahngi like a closeted fan.”

“Hey, she’s playing Xenoblade Chronicles 3 today and told me to watch ‘cause I’m like, the biggest Xenoblade junkie on the server,” Vernon explains coolly while wiping off the sweat on his face.

Mingyu frowns. “Xenoblade? On a PC?”

“Yeah. She’s using an emulator.”

“That’s illegal, isn’t it? Won’t she get in trouble for live streaming it or something?”

“Oh, sweet summer child,” Seungkwan sighs as he splays his legs across the mat for a quick stretch. “You of all people should know that pretty girls like our dearest Koyahngi can get away with absolutely everything. It’s part of her charm!”

Vernon elbows Seungkwan in the stomach, to which the latter reacts with another dramatized gesture as if he’d been shot instead. Mingyu lets them banter between themselves for a few moments—choosing to focus on the stream instead.

You’re still in the middle of preparing the game you’re supposed to play on an illegal platform, dressed to the nines in full Mythra cosplay. Of course, a pair of cat ears that match the entire fit sits comfortably on your head—as is your signature look in all outfits.

“Oh wait, is Vernon here?” you muse out loud as you squint at the chat. “If you guys watch his stuff, you’ll know how crazy he is about Xenoblade, so I invited him as a special guest! Say hi to everyone for me, yeah?”

Vernon is so quick to snatch his phone to type in hi o/~~ in the chat, it even startles Mingyu.

“There he is!” You giggle. “We should collaborate on another game sometime, yeah? Sucks that Xenoblade doesn’t allow you to coop.”

Out loud, Vernon snorts. “Yeah, I won’t be doing that.”

“Why not?” Mingyu asks, genuinely curious. “She seems cool with it.”

“Are you crazy? Wonwoo-hyung will kill me,” he chuckles with a shake of his head. “I know I’m the one who introduced her to the friend group, but we all know how Wonwoo-hyung is with her. If she was my girlfriend, I’d gatekeep her from the rest of the world, too. Maybe.”

The words ring in Mingyu’s ears like a stern reminder he should’ve heeded a long time ago.

It’s no secret that Wonwoo is a little…possessive over you. He might even be acting as your pseudo-mod right this second—watching the chat like a hawk before doing public lashings for any weirdos brave enough to send anything inappropriate.

He wonders how Wonwoo would react if he knew about that chance encounter he shared with you a few nights prior…

“True,” Seungkwan agrees before rising back to his feet with a hop. “The only person he’ll probably be cool with handing Koyahngi over to is Mingyu-hyung.”

His friend says those words while he’s in the middle of taking a huge gulp of water. It nearly goes down his windpipe when he makes a surprised noise, but thankfully Mingyu manages to not sputter out his drink all over Vernon’s face.

“What?” he asks raspily when he collects himself. “Why me?”

“Uh, maybe because he’s alright with letting you touch and hug her anytime, but we get warning glares whenever we get close to her?”

Warning what? He’s got to be lying. Wonwoo is crazy possessive, but he does not glare at his friends just because they’re being affectionate to you.

Right?

Begrudgingly, Vernon nods at his side. “Mhmm. I think it has something to do with you guys living together for years now. You’ve shared practically everything up to this point, right?”

Mingyu scowls at them both. “You’re not suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, right?”

“What are you—oh,” Seungkwan trails off with his face reddening upon realizing. “I didn’t mean he’d be down to share his girlfriend with you like that! But hey, if Wonwoo-hyung is into it, then you’re probably the only person he’ll consider accepting.”

“Agreed,” Vernon chimes. “Anyway, are we going back to work? I can watch her stream while I’m doing crunches just fine.”

As the three of them disperse back to their own corners in the gym, Mingyu finds himself mulling over that earlier conversation with Vernon and Seungkwan. They’re both aware of Wonwoo’s territorial nature, but openly admitted that when it comes to Mingyu, things might be a little different.

Which doesn’t help his case at all. Because how the fuck is he supposed to move past his feelings now? Not only did you implicitly reciprocate his interest the other night to some degree, but now he’s got his other friends unknowingly rooting for him too.

Mingyu breathes in deeply as he tries lifting 75 kilogram weights on each side of the bar all while thinking back to Jeonghan’s advice to just negotiate.

Do his friends’ words have any truth to them? Will Wonwoo actually agree if…if—

“Fuck,” Mingyu grumbles when he feels the force of the barbell’s weight flaring up his arms and muscles. But at the same time he realizes that it’s impossible to ask Wonwoo about what he wants because…

He can’t just tell him, hey hyung, how would you feel if I fucked your girlfriend? Wonwoo would probably chase him out of the apartment with a knife if he did. Worse, he’d end more than fifteen years’ worth of friendship and Mingyu loses not only that hair-strand thin chance of getting with you but also his best friend.

That’s not a risk he thinks he’s foolish enough to take.

As some sort of punishment, Mingyu forces himself to bear the barbell’s weight for about ten seconds before letting it drop back to the floor—the fibers of his muscles screaming in agony with what he just put them through.

He probably, definitely deserves more than that though.

“Mingyu! You’re late!”

Soonyoung’s jarring voice is the first thing that greets Mingyu when he finally arrives at the restaurant. The tall man is immediately surrounded by his friends—getting roughhoused for being tardy on his best friend’s special day. He lets out an easygoing laugh to brush off their teasing, eyes observing the private room Wonwoo rented for the occasion.

“What took you so long, man?!” Seokmin complains, throttling Mingyu by the lapels of his iron-pressed suit jacket. “You’re the one who always brings out the cake for Wonwoo, remember? Seungcheol-hyung nearly set the entire cake on fire earlier.”

“Fondant icing can’t catch fire, you ditz,” the eldest of their group scoffs. “Anyway, we might as well do the toast since Mingyu’s finally here.”

As his pack of rowdy friends ushers themselves back into their seats, Mingyu lets his gaze rove around again. On the end of the long, fancy dining table he spots the birthday boy waving over at him with a small smile. Right next to Wonwoo is, of course, you—flashing him a grin with those ruby red lips as your eyes crinkle with a smile that haunts him with his eyes closed.

If Mingyu came clean and said that you were the reason he almost didn’t show up to his own best friend’s birthday dinner, would everyone else in this room hate him for it?

Probably.

Once everyone is settled into their seats, Mingyu gets served a full-course meal by the waiters bussing around the private enclosure. Everyone else was already halfway through dessert and they’re now being poured generous amounts of whatever champagne Seungkwan boasted about buying for Wonwoo as a birthday present.

“C’mon, birthday toast!” Seungkwan announces obnoxiously loud as he eggs everyone on to raise their glasses. “So who’s going to do the honors and kiss Wonwoo-hyung’s ass for tonight?”

“Shouldn’t the latecomer do the honors?” Minghao suggests with a sleazy look. “Besides, he’s Wonwoo-hyung’s best friend anyways.”

“Asshole,” Mingyu mutters under his breath before swallowing a mouthful of his food and grabbing his champagne glass. “Uh, there’s nothing much to say. Wonwoo-hyung already knows everything I want to tell him.”

“Boo!” Chan yells from the other end. “You’re so lame, hyung. How would you feel if your best friend used that as your birthday greeting, huh?”

Joshua makes a noise in agreement. “Mingyu-yah, I’m sure there’s at least some things you want to tell him, right?”

With all eyes on him now, Mingyu feels himself flush several shades red. Goddammit.

He forcibly meets Wonwoo’s expectant stare from the other side of the table, appeased by the warm look in his best friend’s eyes. That’s right…

Asking Wonwoo if he can have just one chance with his girlfriend is ridiculous and impossible. But saying nice things about his best friend? That’s always been Mingyu’s forte. Even if Wonwoo threatens to break his PS5 every three business days whenever the younger man pisses him off on purpose.

“This hyung of mine has grown a lot over the last decade and more. Not that being introverted is a bad thing or anything, but it’s nice seeing him become more outgoing and interactive with people outside our circle,” Mingyu starts with a small yet genuine smile. “Our dream of playing games for a living is all too real now. But for Wonwoo-hyung, he’s a brilliant professional who’s going to be scouted on the Worlds team roster pretty soon, I’m sure.”

“Now you’re just lying to my face to gas me up,” Wonwoo chuckles.

He gestures for him to quiet down. “Ah! You guys wanted me to talk so let me finish talking!”

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Jihoon comments. “This guy says five hundred words per minute depending on how much alcohol he’s got in his system.”

“We’ll all end up going home super late at this rate,” Jun chuckles with a shake of his head.

Mingyu pouts for a moment but his friends eventually cut him some slack—keeping their teasing jabs to themselves first to let him finish his impromptu speech.

“As I was saying,” the part time model huffs, “You’re an amazing player and an equally amazing friend. You always put up with everyone’s antics even if we all know you’d prefer peace and quiet. You’re the one who makes life just a little more bearable for me. And even if you don’t really show it much, we know how much you actually love each one of us.

“So… Happy Birthday, Wonwoo-hyung. Please live happily and healthily for the next hundred years because I’m afraid that they’ll only release Dark Souls 4 by then.”

Once he’s concluded what he has to say, everyone at the table cheers—not for Wonwoo, but for how concise Mingyu’s birthday speech is. Those little shits.

Either way, they all raise a toast for today’s celebrant—Soonyoung singing an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday on the top of his lungs as they all clinked champagne glasses together. Mingyu’s grinning from ear-to-ear as he watches his friends mess around with each other as per usual, thinking how he’ll never want any other constants in his life as long as they’re by his side.

But in the middle of all the commotion, his gaze tunnels into his best friend.

Wonwoo is in the middle of talking to you with a loving smile on his lips. Mingyu is a little too far away to make sense of what you’re talking about, but you do lean closer to press a firm kiss on your boyfriend’s lips.

He can’t really name the emotion that prickles in his chest at the sight of it. The closest thing would probably be jealousy but it doesn’t sound quite fitting. Mingyu doesn’t really wish for his best friend to be out of the picture so he could be on the receiving end of your sweet kisses.

It’s more like…he just wants you to give some to him too.

But after weeks and weeks of fighting against his fatal attraction to you, he’s grown quite exhausted from all the senseless overthinking. Mingyu is now waving the white flag of surrender—ready to bury these feelings in the past where they belong.

After all, he’d never trade all the years he’s spent with Wonwoo for a woman he’ll get over in no time. He’s better than that.

Until he’s not.

Mingyu doesn’t really know how it happened, when it started, and why he even let things get this far.

Wonwoo was generous enough to book everyone their own rooms in the hotel just across the famous restaurant he decided to treat them in. It was mostly for Soonyoung because they all know how that man can hardly handle his liquor. But still, it’s nice to be spoiled by the most stoic out of their friend group every now and again.

Before retreating to his own room, Mingyu decided to catch some fresh air on the open balcony on the tenth floor. The breeze blew past his face nice and easy, making him feel more relaxed than he has in the last few months.

But then you swooped down on him like an angel of death.

It’s been a while since he talked to you one-on-one like this. The last time was probably the night he split his hand open and you had to patch him up.

Mingyu is apprehensive during the entire course of the conversation, which is weird because he’s always felt comfortable in your company. It’s his stupid fucking feelings making things weird for him.

If only he could just wake up one day and things were back to the way they were.

He hoped it would just be one of those regular conversations where you’d eventually excuse yourself to look for Wonwoo. Mingyu can handle that. He can pretend to be fine in the face of others even if he’s rotting from the inside out because of how badly he wants to tear that lovely dress off of you. That’s something he’s always been good at.

However, when he’s in the middle of telling you a story about how Soonyoung betted a large amount of in-game Valorant currency on the possibility of you and Wonwoo dating back then, you bring a single finger to Mingyu’s lips.

“Aren’t you tired of this, Gyu?” you sigh, pouting at him so tantalizingly with your perfect red lips as you bring your hand down.

His brows furrow together, not quite catching what you’re trying to say. “T-Tired of what?”

The corners of your mouth pull up into a pretty smile that’s wearing down his defenses faster than he’d like it to. “Of this game of push and pull, silly. I’ve been trying to get you to sleep with me for ages, but you’re such a good puppy, aren’t you? Never taking anything you want unless someone gives it to you.”

Mingyu can hardly believe his ears.

“You’ve been trying to…what?” His mouth drops into a disbelieving look. “I— You— You can’t be serious. What do you mean you want to sleep with me? You have a boyfriend.”

You make a sound of affirmation before leaning closer to him by the rails, tugging on the lapels of his jacket to pull him flush against you. Mingyu has to physically bite down a groan at the feel of your perky tits pushed into his chest.

“I do, but that’s not important right now,” you giggle as you let your fingers trail up the curve of his neck. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Gyu? I see the way you look at me, you know. You have a bad case of wandering eye especially when I prance around your apartment wearing nothing but Wonwoo’s shirts. I didn’t expect you to hold out for this long honestly.”

The fact that you have a boyfriend isn’t important right now? And you’ve been deliberately seducing him all this goddamn time?

What the ever-loving fuck?

Mingyu still remembers how you looked into Wonwoo’s eyes earlier after the birthday toast. The love and adoration laced in your gaze…was that completely fake? Were you just using his best friend so you could get to him?

That’s not right. He at least knows the abridged version of yours and Wonwoo’s love story. Despite how unpredictable you can be, Mingyu refuses to believe that you’ll willingly put yourself through all that if you didn’t love Wonwoo in the first place. If he’s the one you’ve wanted all along.

But the fight in him has been fading day by day. Mingyu thought he was closer to accepting the fact that he’ll never really have you the way he wants to. But in truth, he’s on the complete opposite side of the spectrum.

It’s just the way things were before—Kim Mingyu will come running once you drop him scraps of your affection.

“Do you want to kiss me, Gyu?” you murmur, lips ghosting across his own.

No. He wants to say no. He needs to say no.

“Yes,” Mingyu breathes instead, a thousand sparks igniting in his chest as he stares at the plump curve of your lips. “God, fuck yes.”

You make a show of dragging your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him with so much desire in your eyes, he nearly melts from the intensity of it.

“Okay, big boy,” you giggle before taking his hand in a firm grip. “Not here though.”

The short trip back to your hotel room is swift. Mingyu doesn’t think about anything else but the feel of your soft skin cradling his large hand in yours. He doesn’t even wonder where the fuck Wonwoo is during this entire thing. All that matters is the fact that this is real and this is happening.

If things go the way he assumes they will in his head, he’ll finally get to have you for himself.

That’s the exact thought that makes the blood in Mingyu’s veins come alive with heady arousal—tapping his feet on the carpeted floor of the hallway as you scan your keycard on the lock of your hotel room. You giggle at his impatience tugging him into the room by his necktie before the door clicks shut behind him.

Mingyu doesn’t waste any time. He quickly crowds you against the wall of the narrow hallway entrance, hands on your hips as he crushes his lips with yours like your kiss was air itself. You moan into his mouth before hooking your thigh around his hips to let him grind his hardening length against your middle.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I want you,” he hisses between kisses, migrating to your neck to continue his onslaught against your skin. “Always walking around the house barely dressed. You were daring enough to rub the fact that Wonwoo-hyung just fucked you in my face last time too. Did you want me to fuck you the same way that night?”

“Mmm… Gyu,” you moan as he sucks on the skin just above the thrum of your pulse. “Y-Yeah… Wanted you to stuff me with your cock when Nonu’s cum was still dripping out of me. Does that make me a dirty girl?”

“It does, princess.”

Mingyu knows himself to be a person that’s easily spooked. It’s for that reason that Soonyoung likes popping out of nowhere just to do that. The reason Seungcheol likes intimidating him with a single look whenever Mingyu pushes his buttons. But it takes a lot to genuinely scare him.

Hearing Wonwoo’s voice on the other side of this room, apparently, is enough to make the color drain from his entire face.

Wonwoo is seated on a reading chair propped by the windows with the curtains drawn, scrolling through his phone with a bored look like the sight of his girlfriend being pushed against a wall by his best friend is something that doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

“H-Hyung,” Mingyu stutters, swallowing thickly. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

His roommate chuckles. “Mingyu, you just admitted out loud that you want to fuck my girlfriend. This is exactly what it looks like.”

“Mmm, big puppy’s being so silly,” you giggle as you inch your thighs apart, poking the tip of Mingyu’s nose with your finger. “He’s been fighting himself all this time and now when he can finally have me, he chickens out again. What do we do with him, daddy?”

…Daddy?

Wonwoo hums almost theatrically as he crosses his legs on the chair, smirking at the two of you like…like—

“Did you two plan this?” Mingyu asks incredulously, trying his best not to get distracted by your cleavage peeking from the low cut of your dress. “Hyung, why do you seem so…”

“Comfortable with the thought of you railing my girl well into the next day?” Wonwoo supplies and Mingyu winces at his crass wording. Well, he is right but— “Because I am, Mingyu. But since you’re a little slow on the uptake sometimes, she’ll spell it out for you in a way that leaves no room for misunderstandings.”

As if on cue, you give Mingyu’s necktie another firm tug, forcing the tall man to look at you with a bewildered look. You bat your lashes at him with a disarming smile before pulling him closer so that your faces are leveled.

“I told Wonwoo that I really want to know what it feels to have you inside me, Gyugyu,” you whisper. “If I mentioned any other guy, he probably would’ve killed them ‘cause he’s possessive like that. He’s only alright with it ‘cause it’s you.”

“And she’s been seducing you for a while now. It really is a mystery how you managed to hold out that long when she had me wrapped around her finger in no time,” Wonwoo adds with a chuckle. “You’re better than me, it seems.”

Mingyu’s gaze keeps alternating between you and his best friend—unable to completely wrap his head around the idea that not only are you actually into him, but Wonwoo gave your sick fantasies his blessing beforehand.

“You…” He breathes in deeply before turning to Wonwoo again. “You want me to fuck your girlfriend? On your birthday?”

The older man shrugs. “This could’ve happened much sooner if you weren’t so dense, Mingyu. But if that bothers you so much, then just think of it as another treat from me.”

“Gyu,” you whine, practically rubbing yourself against his thick thigh. “Stop thinking and just fuck me already, yeah? Doesn’t my big puppy want to feel me wrapped around his cock? I promise it’ll feel so much better than your hand.”

Oh. Oh.

Mingyu isn’t sure what to focus on first—you calling him your big puppy or the fact that they know he’s been jacking off religiously to the thought of sinking his length into your wet heat. But it’s just as you said.

Mingyu should really just stop fucking thinking.

All the time he spends at the gym is put to good use when he effortlessly picks you up by your thighs and migrates to the mattress. You let out an adorable little squeal when he gently lays you on top of the sheets and Mingyu has to keep himself from moaning at the sight of you splayed out so prettily for him.

“Are you just going to watch?” he asks Wonwoo without looking back at him, unable to tear his gaze away from you as you tug your dress down to reveal your tits. “I’d feel a little terrible if that’s the case.”

Wonwoo barks out a laugh. “Just a little?”

“Yeah,” Mingyu whispers before shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Just a little.”

That’s how he ends up with his face buried between your soft thighs, tongue working on your glistening slit as your fingers tangle themselves in his mussed hair. The noises spilling senselessly from your lips are like music to his ears—egging him on to pick you apart with his tongue and fingers all while your boyfriend watches diligently from his seat.

Eating pussy while Wonwoo acts as a willing audience is honestly the last thing on Mingyu’s lifetime bucket list, but he knows very well that life’s full of surprises.

“Your tongue feels so good, puppy,” you whimper, thighs pressing against the sides of Mingyu’s head as he slurps at your dripping cunt. “More please. Gyu, I wanna come on your face so bad—oh!”

He smirks against your sensitive flesh when you jolt at the sensation of him sliding his thick fingers inside your hole—two right away because you’re already so wet and ready for him.

“She can take three, Gyu,” he hears Wonwoo chime in from behind. “Four if you’re feeling a little generous.”

The idea of taking more of his digits seems to excite you more than Mingyu expected. He feels you tighten around the fingers already inside you and he groans before suckling on your clit with unparalleled fervor.

He does just as Wonwoo says—sliding in a third finger as he stretches your gummy walls open. You have all the time in the world and he isn’t in too much of a rush to make you take as many digits as he can give you. As things stand, you’re already on the verge of being fucked out of your mind from the way his mouth works on your needy pussy alone.

“Mingyu!” you gasp when he crooks his fingers just so, making your back arch off the mattress so sexily, he has to resist the urge to rise and give you a long, sloppy kiss. “Fuck, fuck, right there! Feels so good, puppy. Give me more.”

He fucking loves it when you call him puppy and he doesn’t really know what that says about him. It’s not like Mingyu can bring himself to care though—not when you’re grinding your sopping cunt against his mouth like he’s your own personal toy.

“Shit, princess. You’re not this demanding when I eat you out,” Wonwoo groans.

“T-That’s cause—ahn, Mingyu…” A surge of pride momentarily fills his chest when he renders you unable to manage a coherent response. “You’re my daddy and he’s my puppy. I can boss my puppy around, right, Gyugyu?”

While Mingyu is just now getting to know what sort of dynamic you and Wonwoo have in the bedroom, he doesn’t really have any qualms about what you’ve decided on for him. He merely nods a bit too eagerly, unceasing on his onslaught of tongue and fingers. Your body is wracked with another full shiver when the ridge of his nose bumps against your clit, sparing him another beautiful moan that goes straight to his cock.

“‘m so close, puppy,” you cry out, riding his face as you squeeze your breasts in the hand not tangled in his hair. “Mouth’s so fucking good to me. Love how you eat me out s’much, Gyu.”

He doesn’t notice how he’s nearly rutting his hips into the bed in a desperate attempt at giving himself some much-needed friction. Your eyes flutter closed as your body stutters to a stop, shuddering as your orgasm finally washes over you.

Mingyu growls as he slips his fingers out of your quivering hole, burying his tongue inside your cunt as you ride out your high. You buck your hips against his mouth and he’s much too eager to place his hands on your ass as you come back down to earth.

To his surprise, you bounce back from that mind-shattering orgasm much quicker than he thought. Right when you stop trembling in his grasp, you’re quick to pull Mingyu up to have a taste of yourself on his lips—tongue swirling with his own as the tangy flavor spreads across the appendage.

“Want your cock next, Gyu,” you breathe against his mouth, eyes hooded with desire. “You’ll give it to me, won’t you?”

He’d be the biggest idiot in the world if he refused.

You quickly reposition yourself on the mattress, crawling towards the edge of the bed while glancing over at your boyfriend—still watching the show the both of you are putting up for him. Mingyu was so lost in the sensation of you grinding your pussy on his face, he nearly forgot Wonwoo was even in the room.

“Daddy, want yours too,” you whimper all while pushing your ass back for Mingyu’s enjoyment, the multitasker you are. “Can I suck you off?”

“Feeling greedy all of a sudden?” Wonwoo chuckles. “Do you really think you can take two cocks at the same time, princess? Are you that much of a cockhungry slut?”

You nod, too high on arousal to give a shit. “Uh-huh.”

Fuck. Why was that so hot?

Despite how he initially reacted, Wonwoo gets up from his seat and pads over closer to you. Meanwhile, Mingyu takes his aching length out of his tight trousers—breathing a sigh in relief as he pumps his cock a few times.

He feels like he should feel unnerved about taking his dick out in front of Wonwoo, but then again this isn’t something he hasn’t seen before. The college dorm bathrooms were an interesting place, but then again this is the first time he’s actually let his best friend get a look at his cock when it’s fully hard.

The sound of him jerking himself makes you glance behind you and he swears hearts nearly dance in the pupils of your eyes when your gaze zeros in on his dick.

“You’re so fucking huge,” you groan as Mingyu rubs his length along your ass. “Daddy, you’ve got a best friend with such a pretty fucking cock and you didn’t even bother telling me? You’re mean…”

The laugh that rumbles in Wonwoo’s chest betrays the fact that he’s a little ticked off with what you just said. “Baby, I’m already doing a lot for you by letting Gyu fuck you open. Keep abusing your pretty privilege even more, and I’ll fuck your mouth until you can’t say ridiculous things.”

Of course, Wonwoo’s threat garners the exact opposite of his intended reaction. Mingyu feels your slick gush out of your entrance at the prospect of being used by your boyfriend in such a demeaning way and he sighs with disbelief.

“Hyung,” he calls out as you work on Wonwoo’s belt and zipper. “Do I need to wear a condom or…?”

His best friend hums momentarily. “That’s up to her. What do you say, baby? Do you want to feel Mingyu’s monster cock raw or not?”

You pause from undoing Wonwoo’s pants to turn around once more, taking Mingyu’s heavy length in your hand as you practically salivate over it. Then, with careful movements, you guide his cockhead to your gaping entrance and Mingyu nearly comes right then and there.

“Wanna get pumped full of your cum, puppy,” you mewl. “Need your big cock to stretch me out so bad. You want that too, right?”

Of fucking course he wants it.

You let out a choked up noise when Mingyu eases himself inside you—trying his damn hardest to not just shove his entire length into you in one go. Wonwoo smirks at your reaction before taking out his own cock.

Mingyu isn’t one to compare dicks with his friends, but he’s got to say that Wonwoo is definitely well-endowed. It’s no wonder that you were fucking around with him for as long as you were before finally dating the guy.

But Mingyu pushes all thoughts about that in the back of his mind, relishing in the feeling of your tight, warm cunt enveloping him in delicious heat. He groans when he manages to bury himself to the hilt—cock pulsating with each second that passes.

“Take daddy’s cock down your throat while you let your cute little puppy fuck you stupid,” Wonwoo instructs as you open your mouth to do as you’re told. Then, when your boyfriend is sure you’ve adjusted well to Mingyu’s size, he meets his best friend’s gaze and gives him a minute nod. “Go ahead, Gyu.”

“Fuck my girlfriend just like you dreamed of doing.”

Never in Mingyu’s wildest dreams would he imagine getting to hear those words straight out of Wonwoo’s mouth, but he isn’t about to waste any more time processing the information. He simply pulls his hips back—letting you feel every inch of his engorged cock—before slamming back into you with enough force to drive Wonwoo’s dick further into your mouth.

Your moan is promptly silenced with your boyfriend’s length and Mingyu hisses as he palms at the swell of your ass.

He’d hate to bust his load when it hasn’t even been five minutes since he’d slid himself inside you. But your pussy flutters around him so fucking good that he has to breathe in deeply to keep himself from coming too early.

“Gyu, look at me.”

Mingyu’s momentarily puzzled by Wonwoo’s request, but he complies with a look of inquiry in his eyes. He then notices that his roommate is holding your hair up with one hand as you bob your head up and down and his phone in the other.

“We kind of have this…thing where we film ourselves during sex,” he explains. “Is it okay if I do that now? The footage will strictly stay between the three of us.”

Fuck. You film sex tapes with Wonwoo? Mingyu didn’t know it was even possible, but he just got harder inside you.

“I-I don’t mind,” he manages to wrench out. “God, please airdrop it to me after, hyung.”

“You want a POV shot of her sucking you off, huh? Got it.” Wonwoo simpers as he unlocks his phone, tilting it high enough to get a good view of you with his cock in your mouth as Mingyu pounds you from behind.

“What a pretty thing, getting fucked by two cocks at the same time,” he chuckles as he records the entire ordeal. “How can you ever go back to just having one, huh princess? You’re so insatiable after all.”

You’re unable to dish out a response of your own for obvious reasons, but as Wonwoo attempts to get you to deepthroat him, Mingyu presses a hand on the small of your back. Just a little so you wouldn’t lose your center of gravity, but it’s enough to make your spine arch into an angle that lets him hit it a tad bit deeper.

The reaction it incites from you is immediate and he can see Wonwoo’s smirk widen when you practically choke on his cock at the added sensation—tears gathering on your lash line because Mingyu just found your fucking g-spot.

“Gyu’s cock is splitting you wider than you can handle, isn’t it?” your boyfriend taunts as he pushes you further against his navel. “You’ll let us finish inside you like the cumslut you are, won’t you? It’s the least you can do for tormenting Mingyu all this time.”

He says the words as if he didn’t have a hand in making Mingyu lose his mind for the better part of these last few months. But he can’t really pay much attention to his best friend’s hypocritical admissions. Not when your walls are clamping around his cock so tight, he can barely hold out even if he wanted to.

If anyone else is in his place, they wouldn’t stand a chance either. With the squelch of your cunt with each deep stroke of his cock ringing in his ears, Mingyu wants to burn it into his memory along with the sight of your cream gathering at the base of his cock every time he presses his hips flush against your ass.

Not to mention the sight of you taking your boyfriend’s cock like a fucking champ. You haven’t once pulled away for a breather since Wonwoo slid himself inside the heat of your mouth and Mingyu can only wonder if his best friend would allow him to feel that next time.

If there’s even a next time.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ greedy,” Mingyu groans through gritted teeth as he feels the release sizzling beneath his skin. “Can I come inside you? Let me stuff you full?”

Still unable to verbalize your responses, you let out another muffled noise in agreement, tears and drool sliding sloppily down your face as Wonwoo chases after his own high.

His best friend lets out another evil chuckle. “Take all of Gyu’s cum, princess. Can’t let a single drop go to waste now, can we?”

That’s practically the last straw for Mingyu—hips stuttering to a halt as his white hot emission shoots into your swollen cunt. You moan around Wonwoo’s cock as your boyfriend batters your throat with the head of his cock, absolutely addicted to the feeling of Mingyu’s thick cock pulsing inside you as he dumps his load.

Just when you thought he’d collapse onto the bed right away, though, Mingyu quickly scrambles onto his back—positioning himself underneath you as he hoists your hips to nestle against his face. Finally, you let Wonwoo’s dick slip out of your mouth with a surprised, “Puppy, what are you—”

The words quickly die on your tongue when you feel Mingyu slurping the mixed essence from your pussy, eating his own cum alongside yours as he lathers your quivering slit with the mess he’s made between your thighs.

Wonwoo lets out an amused chuckle when you struggle to take him back into your mouth again, much too distracted by the overeager Mingyu cleaning you up in the most unorthodox way possible.

“Pretty baby’s so fucking spoiled today,” he sighs, feeling his own orgasm just a few strokes away. “You’re close aren’t you? Go ahead, baby. Come on Gyu’s mouth again and I’ll give you my load as a little present.”

Mingyu groans against your sloppy cunt as he sucks on your clit, bringing you to that high he already coaxed out of you earlier. You’re full on crying now and Wonwoo’s got everything on film.

He just knows this’ll be a night he’ll spend countless more nights jacking off to and he feels absolutely no shame admitting it to himself.

“Fuckin’ take it all, baby,” Wonwoo rasps as he finally comes—pouring his viscous cum down your throat all while your muscles spasm from Mingyu’s unrelenting ministrations. “That’s a good girl…”

He finds it a little endearing how you both came at the same time, but then again, Mingyu figures that if you’ve been having as much sex as he thinks you had with Wonwoo, equally timed orgasms are a regular thing.

When all’s said and done, Wonwoo takes it upon himself to properly clean you up in the bathroom. He tells Mingyu that he doesn’t have to come if he doesn’t want to, but the part time model still feels partly responsible for the devastated state they both left you in.

So there you are soaking in the bathtub that comes with the hotel room’s en-suite as your boyfriend and his best friend take turns in the shower.

“I can’t believe you two played me like that for so long,” Mingyu sulks, checking his reflection in the mirror as he towels his hair. “If you wanted to have a threeway, you could’ve told me without making me go through this entire moral dilemma of wanting to fuck my best friend’s girl.”

Wonwoo chuckles from inside the shower. “Now, where’s the fun in that, Gyu?”

“Mhmm.” You giggle as you scrub your sore legs with a sponge. “It was pretty amusing seeing you so torn up, puppy. But we’ve had our fun. I promise not to tease you too much next time.”

Silence falls between the three of you and nothing but the sound of water from the showerhead hitting the floor rings in Mingyu’s ears.

“There’s gonna be a next time?” he dares to ask before glancing worriedly over at Wonwoo.

His best friend emerges from the shower with steam billowing out of the door and into the vent. Wonwoo’s wearing a casual, laid-back look on his face like this isn’t news to him.

“Yeah, remember when you mentioned me being recruited on the Worlds roster?” Wonwoo asks and Mingyu nods hesitantly. “Yeah. I actually got an email offering me a spot as a T1 trainee.”

Mingyu’s jaw nearly drops to the floor. “You’re kidding. You’ll be on the same team as Faker?”

“Hey, I’m not sure yet ‘cause I have to go to this bootcamp thing and everything,” his best friend chuckles before padding over to where you’re still lounging comfortably in the tub. “But since bootcamps take months to finish, my princess over here might feel a little lonely without me.”

You pout when Wonwoo plants a loving kiss on your nose. “I’ll die if I don’t get fucked stupid at least every three business days.”

“I know, baby. That’s why Mingyu over here is going to keep you company while I’m gone,” Wonwoo says out loud. “Right, Mingyu?”

With two pairs of eyes on him, the part time model gulps nervously.

It’s one thing to join them in bed to fuck you at the same time. But for Wonwoo to willingly leave his girlfriend in Mingyu’s care while he’s away for pro gamer bootcamp?

Part of him feels like he’s skipped several steps required to get to where he is now. That the offer is way too good to be true and that the universe will pull up with a fucking gotcha moment at him one day when he least expects it.

But Wonwoo seems so sure that he’ll accept and the look in your eyes glimmers with so much hope, Mingyu couldn’t bear to deny the implicit request even if he wants to.

So, with a deep, bated breath:

“Sure thing,” he says with a toothy smile. “What are friends for, right?”

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lildoodlenoodle · 11 months

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Why I think Spider noir is on the younger side(18-20) in the new spiderverse movie per my previous post:

Let’s break it down by Context, Timeline, Mood, and ATSV

Context:

Spider noir has two comic runs that happen before COMICS spiderverse. With that said, there were like inter dimensional energy vampires and that’s obviously not the direction the spiderverse movies went with. So we’re going to largely disregard them for this. To expand, there was a big time jump between that last noir comic and the spiderverse ones. Peter would be closer to mid/late 20s at the start of the comics spiderverse and therefore ITSV if we were to integrate and replace the timelines, BUT I always hated the way they did that time jump in the comics and what it did to Peter’s character.

It felt like they were trying to tie him into 616 Peter wayyyy too much by making his love interest MJ(who we rlly haven’t seen and what we have seen hasn’t had good chemistry), have a good relationship with May(they rlly brushed him shooting someone in front of her and calling him an animal under the rug Huh), and going to college(I get it I do, but unlike most universes I don’t think this Peter could ever stop spiderman enough). There wasn't really any mention of Felicia, Urich, or Robby and their past. They also changed his webbing, his look, and his spider senses.

I felt like that was completely getting rid of all of Peter's characterization and he just becomes the spider with a gun from the 1930s. But the point is they clearly went in a very different artistic and narrative direction after the time jump to a point where it doesn’t feel like the same character.

Refitting the timeline:

So, scrapping the comics spiderverse timeline, I don’t really see a reason for a disjointed time jump. And after those first two comic runs it can be argued, for this Peter, that ITSV happens much sooner for him after that second run, possibly even after the first comic. Then ATSV would happen after that second run. There is an 8mo. time jump between the two runs so it is definitely feasible.

But let’s talk about mood between the runs.

We all know at least somewhat this Peter's origin, and if you don’t, to sum it up: organized crime, monsters, socialism, cannibalism.

The first run ends, Peter beats the goblin without killing him and he’s feeling pretty good about himself/confident. But he’s still got a lot of well deserved angst and self hatred. His uncle is dead, his new mentor/father figure is dead, his relationship with May is on the rocks to say the least, and there’s the whole Felicia thing. He’s still a high schooler and in that teen range, but a big ass lanky teenager who's only solid looking because of the gear he wears. I’d place him around 16-18, a case could be made for 15 but I’m going to politely disagree. ITSV could very easily be fairly soon after these events.

It’s 8 months after the first run. He becomes cocky and overconfident this whole next issue, possibly because of an interdimensionally inflated ego? Point is he feels on top of his game. Also worth mentioning, he’s ignoring MJ this whole issue to the point the audience knows basically nothing about her while he is having a very intense relationship with Felicia(which we already know how I feel about that whole mess) and who MJ is very blatantly and very badly a foil to.(I love MJ she is just not well written here).

The second run ends, his best friend/possible love interest(I said what I said), Robbie, is dead and unavenged.(I can talk a lot more about Robbie and what effect he had and will have on Peter going forward, also the disservice of his ‘death’) Felicia is disfigured and blames Peter. Peter not only blames himself for all this but the comic ends with him saying he feels powerless and a constant sense of impending doom. He really did not get a single win during this comic, man got the shit beaten out of him too. The age at the end of this comic is 17-19. After the last comic dude was messed up but still had hope, after this one we don’t see the fall out, but I can assure it was BAD. That whole ‘you don’t have to kill the bad guy thing’ is probably out the fucking window. I’m more hesitant to think ITSV happened after this run because of that. He isn’t just depressed or self loathing anymore, he isn’t just playing fast and loose with his life to get results. He does not care, he has no hope, and he doesn’t see a good future.

Pre - ATSV predictions with mild spoilers:

With the year and a couple of months time jump for ATSV it’s very plausible that the events of that last run plus possible spider task force shenanigans could happen before the movie. For more context in the comics spider noir was a recurring spider in the ‘elite strike force’. Personally, if he was invited, I could very much see him accepting, especially with his current mental state, and being very aggressive about it. Which, theoretically, could cause him to get kicked off or make a rash decision to leave bc fuck those guys. But the point is at the end of that last comic this man really doesn’t have a single win, he is in a prime state to be manipulated in.

Edit: my dumbass forgot literally the most important detail. The year 1933 is when ITSV noir comes from which matches this timeline with the comics as well.

To sum everything up, the reason why I think spider noirs age is in the 18/20 range is because it fits the above timeline, which I believe to be the most probable timeline of events that are canon by the movies while also staying consistent with at least some of the original comics. It should be further noted there is no evidence of his age throughout the ITSV movie, besides him being played by Nicholas Cage and being tall. In fact, I’d argue due to his excessive use of slang it would naturally place him in a younger category as well as the classic melodramaticness that can come with being a coping teenager. The most important thing that makes his age and at what point in his storyline he’s in up to interpretation is the fact that we see his face once and it’s heavily shadowed. If we saw his face more I’d feel better about giving him a more solid age, but till then context clues for the win. But anyways, this was long and I still have more I could get into/say and I will eventually. Feel free to ask any questions or even tell me why you disagree!

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alltimefail-sims · 11 months

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Part 1 Ft. The (in-progress) Living Bonehilda...

Buckle up because this series will have a varying amount of long-winded explanations and timeline word-vomit... but I'm having fun, and I love lore, so I wanted to share my own. Basically, I've been working on fixing the plot holes and lore inconsistencies of some of my favorite sims in The Sims franchise, and I wanted to start with the lovely and vivacious Bonehilda. Fair disclaimer: I don't think that all the lore in the Sims is inconsistent. Some of the lore is likely ongoing or, in my opinion, intentionally vague. However, plot holes and ambiguity drive me crazy, so for my personal saves I had to eliminate speculation and create a timeline that felt clean, consistent, and interesting to me. So, with that being said... let's deep dive!

read more below the cut ↓

Let's start by talking about her life and death. After initial research, it became clear to me that Bonehilda would have lived around the same time as the flirty spirit Claude René Duplantier Guidry (an implied lover/admirer) and the angry, wrathful spirit Temperance (who is highly implied to be her sister), so she most likely would have been a living young adult somewhere between 1910-1920, and died somewhere in the mid to late 1930s as an adult. Why do I believe she died in adulthood, you ask? I think she likely died in adulthood because the one consistent detail across all three iterations of the game she appears in is that she is an adult skeleton, therefore it's only logical to conclude that she died in her adulthood and unfortunately never made it to elderhood.

I've seen some people argue that she is not actually dead, that she never died and did reach elderhood but just evaded death, but I disagree with this because (1) she is not an "elder" skeleton and (2) my eschatological-philosophy-inclined brain interprets eternal-life as either a divine gift or punishment. This is backed up by the fact that, normally, sims do not come back as skeletons but as spirits and living sims who do have eternal life maintain a sim form but are either occults (vampires) or have taken some elixir of life that just maintains their youthful appearance. Ergo, Bonehilda is closer to the Grim Reaper in nature and distinctly different than a previously living sim - she's a seemingly death-defying being that can be summoned from some unknown ether. Could this be the work of a curse? A sacrifice? A ritual she was involved in...willingly or unwillingly? There's no definite answer, but I do have a personal interpretation that I'll save for another day as it involves some other sims we'll take a deep dive into.

All that being said, I wanted to keep her human form consistent with this established timeline because...well...I'm kind of nuts I guess lmao. But I do like the challenge of working with "eras" in my saves because it makes the passage of time feel more realistic and deepens the interpersonal "legacy" roots that I like to create in the game.

Now let's look at her name, which I very much doubt was literally Bonehilda. I think the sims team chose her name to be a play-on-words. For example, I see a sim like Marcus "Flex" being a good example of this. I interpret "Flex" to be more of an acquired nickname due to his fitness prowess, not his actual last name (perhaps it is even a variation of a real last name like Fleck or Fletcher). That being said, after wayyyy too much thought I came to the conclusion that her first name was likely "Brunhilda," a name referencing a Germanic heroic legend, protector, and queen consort; a name that means "armed for battle" (just like our Bonehilda who protects living sims from malicious spirits). I like to think that our Brunhilda commonly just went by Hilda for short during her lifetime. The bone part, in my lore, became a moniker she was known by because, well, she's a skeleton (duh). But more than that, the likely explanation is that stories and legends about her created an unintentional game of telephone - meaning that as time went on and people told tales about her, her name morphed from the real Brun-hilda to Bone-hilda. I mean, it actually makes sense because they're so similar! Plus, I could see her embracing the nickname for its whimsy, as it's clear she has a kind heart and a good sense of humor. For simplicity though, I will continue to refer to her as Bonehilda.

Lastly, I'm going to touch on her personal appearance. We know that when she takes a "human" form (like when she showers if you add her to your household) she has an average body type, green eyes, and red hair, so I kept all those things consistent. Now, personally, when I think of Bonehilda I think of the words "lively," "spirited," and "trendsetter," so right off the bat I chose to make her hair short. Keeping up with desire to be historically-accurate, I imagine she was very into the rising women's suffrage movement of the 1900s and wasn't scared to turn some heads. Plus, I loved how bouncy and beautiful the hair looked and thought the shorter hair fit her face shape better. (It's an added bonus that I've never seen a human makeover of Bonehilda with short hair, so I thought it was a unique choice.)

In my personal lore, the Goth family was the last family she worked for before she died, and they definitely would have paid and treated her well; I've always assumed the Goths to be exceedingly progressive and far ahead of the times. (Side tangent: the Goths are consistently compared to the Landgraabs for good reason, and I've always seen this as old money versus new money, wealthy but with humanitarianism and philanthropy at the core versus wealthy with the intention of hoarding wealth at the cost of or with little regard of others and so on.) Truthfully, I could see the Goths of the early 1900s seeing Bonehilda (and any other staff that worked for them) as more like a part of the family than "paid help." That being the case, they would be generous and ethical, and Bonehilda would therefore have more freedom and means than your typical working-class single woman of the time, so she would be able to keep up with fashion trends/buy nice clothes/keep up with unique haircuts, etc.

As for her makeup - I am actually super happy with how it looks, so that likely won't change. Her blush is intense, but that's pretty accurate for the time period she lived in. I went with a paler, more natural lip than the movie-starlet red that was coming into style because I wanted her to have a demure, youthful look. I also went with a thin brow, but I do think it could be more "filled in" to suit the dramatic eyebrow look which was rising in popularity at this time. Lastly, the beautiful dress she's currently in is not staying as it reads too 1930s to me. My goal is to find an older looking maid's outfit to put her in that suits a 1915s-1920s look better.

I know this may come off like a lot of unnecessary thought and information for a seemingly silly, throwaway sim. However, I would argue that Bonehilda has appeared in 3/4 of the sims games... so as a long-running character she deserves attention and a consistent lore. As we continue this deep-dive series, she'll be connected to more of my personal favorite sims... so I'm really excited to share more with you guys!

I hope you all enjoyed Part 1! I don't know how many more parts there will be, but if you read all of this, know that I appreciate you and I'm so glad you're here!

Until next time... happy lore exploring, curious cats!

#bonehilda #simblr #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims lore #ts4 cas #ts4 lore #the sims lore #the sims #the goth family #ddseries #atfs #SO happy to be doing this. Lore is why I love the sims and this has been an idea of mine for so long. I hope you guys enjoyed this <3

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tubatudiaries · 1 year

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You and i discovered the sky at 5:53~

Genre:- fluff with slight smut

Beomgyu x f!reader

TW:- praise kink, usage of nicknames like <princess> , <babe> , fingering, nipple play. please let me know if I missed out anything

You and beomgyu had exchanged phone numbers so you were talking to each other on a daily basis. It was as if without his text your day felt incomplete. Even though you were completely unaware, beomgyu felt the same.

It was only now that you felt blood rushing into your cheeks whenever you met him when you guys hung out. Every small action of his like buying ice cream for you, going shopping together and having a movie night made your heart flutter. Did you fall in love with your best friend that you've known for 6 months? Is this really love or..?

Alone in your home, absorbed in your thoughts whether you loved him in a best friend way or a lover way, thinking about it felt like a math equation which seems impossible to be solved without help from teachers. Therefore you decided to call up your teacher aka your friend Yunjin to solve the impossible equation aka your feelings.

"Heyyy y/n long time no see "

"Seugmin in the buildingggggg~"

You both laughed having the same broken humor.

"What's up gurl, all okay? You usually don't call at this hour "

She was right, you did not think about your actions , it was 11pm and she could've been sleeping . You felt really bad for calling her up really late.

"You're right, I'm sorry Yunjin , you should sleep it's not right to disturb you right now"

" Whoa, whoa y/n calm down it's okay I wasn't sleeping I was completing my assignments you can talk to me about anything you have "

" Yeahh.....sooooooo , it's not about me, my friend made a new male best friend, they are hanging out for around 6 months, but now every little action makes her heart flutter and she blushes really hard around him. She is confused whether she's in love with him or she loves him in a best friend way"

"Are you done with your bullshit" .You got confused as soon as Yunjin said

"Yunjin...... "

"Tell me his name, and stop with this hypothetical situation when you are talking about yourself "

"Hehe, you know me too well, by the wayyyy his name is ..... Please don't tell anyone okay? "

"That's kinda sus tho, but okay"

"Beomgyu". As soon as you said that you could hear your bestie gasping so hard and she suddenly started screaming.

" CHOI BEOMGYU FROM TOMORROW BY TOGETHER IS YOUR BEST FRIEND, YOU'VE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH MY BIAS FOR 6 MONTHS WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE!! "

You felt your eardrums might explode because she yelled so loudly you're pretty sure someone must've heard her.

"YAHHH, YUNJIN KEEP IT DOWN WILL YOU?! I had my reasons, we met by accident and he told me to not tell anyone about our friendship, he's an idol please understand his position "

"Sorry for overreacting, you're right. How about you tell me how you guys met! "

"Okay! "

You told her the entire encounter, all she was responding to was "awww", " My hearteu" , "stop pressing my hEaRt button please"

"You both are adorable :3 Movie nights! That's like a whole date in itself , I'm jealous but at the same time happy for you"

"You are saying as if me and beomgyu are together, please decipher my feelings queen Yunjin"

"Okay so my girl hear me out.... YOU ARE LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH HIM . The way you talk about him is so evident. Oh shit , it's 1:30 gotta sleep I can hear my mom coming upstairs since the lights are on, love ya! Byee! "

"Byee! Love you too! "

You started blushing and kicking your feet, choi beomgyu your bias is your crush, not everyone has this privilege but you do . But again, what if you get rejected and it ruins your friendship leading to never meeting ever again?

You were once again caught up with your thoughts and you didn't realized when you slept.

The next day , you woke up and saw the time, it was 8:30am , this is the time you should've left your house for your uni.

"Oh shit, I'm late, this can't be happening:<"

You got ready and just then got a notification

*𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺! 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘰𝘮𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘢𝘵 3!*

A sigh left your mouth, your sleep was ruined because you thought today was monday, but seeing beomgyu's name made your heart do somersaults. You forgot about the fact you had ruined your sleep, you went straight back to getting ready even though it was just 9 in the morning. You were determined to look you best today because you had decided to confess your feelings because YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE (YOLO~)

you rummaged through your wardrobe and found a pretty corset floral dress , and you took out earings and necklace and painted your nails.

You tried on the outfit and felt pretty. The thought of beomgyu made you smile like a fool.

IT WAS 3PM , the wait was over!

Beomgyu came to pick you up and his jaw dropped when he saw you coming down the stairs smiling, you were looking like an angel who had descended from heaven. Whereas you were mesmerized by his beauty he looked so ethereal even though he was wearing only a simple white button up shirt paired with a light wash jeans, he truly was the epitome of beauty. He opened the door of the car and you sat in the passenger seat .

You both vibed in the car to TXT's music and many other artists. You were unaware where you both were going , so you asked him

"Beomie where are we off to today? "

He grinned and replied " Just wait y/nnah you'll see"

The way he was gripping the steering wheel made him look so hot while his expression made him look like an angel.

As soon as the car stopped, you were thrilled to see that he chose amusement park for today's hang out session.

" Beomgyu this is amazing! Thank you for bringing us here I love you"

You said that without thinking anything, you both stared at each other and suddenly looked away,

" Haha, I'm glad you liked it " He said to break the silence.

You both were having so much fun but because of your dress you were facing some problems, beomgyu noticed that you felt uncomfortable and took you to the ferris wheel so that you can enjoy and relax.

You were looking outside , the sky was looking beautiful, the clouds scattered so beautiful you couldn't stop looking at it and didn't notice that beomgyu was staring at you with eyes filled with only love and affection, he adored you as much as you did but was afraid to confess and ruin the chance of being with you. To him you were his everything, his blanket in winters, his sunshine sunshine in rain , his oxygen, you were just too important for him to loose over a confession.

Just when you reached the top of the ferris wheel, you heard a mechanical noise and the ferris wheel moved slightly then stopped. The worker shouted that they will fix it right now, something went wrong. You both looked at each other and it well like forever. Suddenly you remember the surprise you bought for him.

"Beomgyu, show me your hand"

She showed his hand you kept a tiny envelope and closed his hand

"Please only open it when you reach home okay?"

"Okay :)"

"Umm... Beomgyu, I've been meaning to tell you something for a long time".

" Go on y/nnah I'm listening"

His soft smile made your heart flutter, you were thinking about both of you , the beautiful moments you've spent together. You sat up straight and held both of his hands. He was taken aback by your action , even though you couldn't see completely, our cutie beomgyu melted when you held his hand and was blushing hard.

"Beomgyu, you're my amazing friend, we've spent so much quality time together including today, we both have made so many memories together , you take care of me so much, the way you look at me, whenever you help me out and flash that smile my heart crumples , I want to make more memories with you and be with you, take care of you, look after you, hear you out whenever you don't feel good, I want to look at your face forever, I want to look at you and call you mine, I want to be yours, Choi Beomgyu I love you, you drive me crazy, you make my heart flutter and do somersaults, you truly are only one of your kind, you make me the happiest person I am, you are my sunshine, the one who lights my day"

Beomgyu was immensely touched by your confession, that tears started to fall from his eyes , he never felt so loved , he knows moas love him a lot but to be loved in this way, he always longed for such intimacy, he truly felt he chose the right person to spend the rest of his love, you, someone who loves him like this .

His voice was breaking as he was saying

"y-y/nnah , I truly love you, I love you more than myself, ever since I might you, never was there a day where I felt unhappy, you've always been my motivation and my driving force to always go on even when things become hard, you're texts always gave me energy to not give up. I too have always thought about us spending time together and making more memories being more than just friends, but I was always afraid of losing you, you mean a lot to me, you are my everything it felt too hard to risk it all, but now i feel relieved that I don't need to worry no more, I love you y/n"

And just after saying this he lips went crashing onto yours, you kissed him back and both of you smiled through the kiss while also shedding tears. It all felt too unreal . You both broke the kiss while foreheads touching and hugging each other and smiling while looking at each other. The sky was adorning hues of pink and blue and it reminded you both of Taylor's Lovers album, indeed the sky was celebrating this new relationship . You looked at time, it was 5:53 ,

The blue hour.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘵 5:53 ~

It was getting late so you both sat in the car to go to your respective houses. Beomgyu stopped the car in front of your house. Just when you were about to get out of the car, he held your hand and turned you around , holding your jawline with one hand and waist with the other he passionately kissed you one last time. When he lets you go, he could see that you were as red as a tomato (even though he hates tomatoes, but you are just completely different, extremely cute:))

But this was not the end of your hangout session. He too got out of the car and stood behind you , when you turned the key and opened the door without waiting for you , he took both of you inside while kissing you again.

He's beomgyu, he always is in need of love and now that you too are officially couples he wanted to fulfill his heart's desire.

SMUT:-

Beomgyu's kisses went from slow to passionate and you were moaning in between the kisses. He started kissing your jawline trailing off to your collarbones and before he could move any further down , he looked up to you for consent to take things to the next level. The tension was rising, you nodded and you could see his lusty eyes. A smirk spreaded across his face, he took you to the couch and without wasting time he took off your top, then your bra to reveal your tits. "Babe you are so gorgeous" , and he hungrily attacked your tits , sucking on your nipples while holding the other breast in his hand while the other hand was busy playing with the hem of your skirt. He bit your nipple and you moaned "aah b-beomgyu i need you p-please".

Beomgyu lifted to look at your pretty face begging him to drive you crazy. " My princess is so pretty, begging me to ruin you, I'll give you what you want princess " . He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt and took off his pants and his boxers revealing his pre-cum on them.

You were drooling at the sight of his toned body and you gasp loudly at his sheer size . The sight of naked beomgyu turned you on.

"Eyes here princess" blood rushed to your cheeks and you made eye contact with beomgyu who's ego was on another altitude thanks to you drooling for him ̶i̶t'̶s ̶b̶e̶o̶m̶g̶y̶u ̶l̶i̶k̶e ̶w̶h̶o ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n'̶t .

"So obedient and pretty for me" He teased your wet entrance by circling his slender fingers around it and then pushed his cold digits in you. He had a smirk on his face, he knew what he was doing and his effect on you because you bit your lips and started panting.

you try and ride his fingers, but he just lets you attempt to jerk him off though your hand is much too small for all of him. he grunts, bucking every now and then. your thighs squeeze round him, trying to close in, walls starting to spasm, and he suddenly pulls out, a string of your slick forming. beomgyu just brings his digits and the strong of wetness up to his mouth, sucking and licking loudly the remnants of yourself. as if wanting to share the fruit of your wetness, he brings his mouth down to yours, fingers shoving themselves, too, to give you a proper taste of yourself. you taste the metallic of your blood, too, and it makes your head spin even further.

“you sure you want this, baby? it’s okay if you change your mind…” he offers through heavy breaths, but you nod so eagerly, cutting him off. “please, fill me with your big cock, beomie. i don’t know how much longer i can take without you being inside me!” you sound so pathetic, but judging by the throaty groan of his, he doesn’t seem to mind. seems like he likes it. Beomgyu surprises you when he throws himself over you, feeling your entire body witburying his face into the soft of your breasts, inhaling. his body is rock hard, unfeeling, but you whine and pull him off to try and get a look at his abdomen. beomgyu only laughs, sitting up but letting you look. as you check him out, biting your lip, you fail to see beomgyu aligning himself to your sopping opening. it’s when you feel his fat tip slap against your cunt innumerable you come back to reality, squirming and moaning before he smacks the side of your ass at your petulance with a growl.

he finally quits his teasing and starts inching in, slowly, to which you cry out, bouts of silence from your soundless screams in between your sweet, pathetic cries as your pussy stretches. “c’mon, talk to me, doll. tell me if it’s too much,” he grits his teeth, no longer moving, letting you try and cope with the stretch for a few moments. you struggle to breathe but nod to reassure that he isn’t hurting you. “just slowly, gyu. y-you’re so… big!” only his tip is inside you but he can feel your walls so hot and juicy pulsating around him, it takes everything not to come right there. he looks down and moans loudly; your pussy is stretched wide and throbs so much as his shaft twitches in response.

“fuck me, gyu!” you sob, legs wrapping around his waist. “you feel too good!” he growls some more, pulling out some more to thrust a little deeper. “that’s my line, baby…! pussy so perfect for me, fuck, could do this all day!” your cries get louder at his words, walls getting tighter around his cock that gets deeper and deeper in you.

“i-i… mmm… ‘m so close, beomie!” you moan out, legs squeezing around his waist. beomgyu throws his face into your neck, teething along your collarbones and gouging them deeper along your tits. the stings of pain hardly faze you, warmth of your blood running down your chest. “f—fuck! me, too, yn, me too. just hold on a little longer, please…” he groans, sniffing, wounding, licking, all at once.

“are you gonna come for me, baby? go ahead, when you’re ready, my love.” as soon as he says it, you gasp, walls clamping down, hips spasming rapidly on his big cock. beomgyu goes even harder if at all possible, thrusts getting slower but tip hitting your cervix dead on until you reach your high, a very long cry erupting from your sore throat. beomgyu feels your pussy tighten up but flood around him, unable to help but milk himself deep inside you. his teeth dig in, gouging and grazing pointedly, you’re so dizzy and weak, but so satisfied, still moaning, mouth hung open .

you try and sit up, but it’s too much ultimately, so you opt to staying half sitting up and half laying down, eyelids heavy.

You both hug each other and beomgyu looks at you lovely "y/n i love you " Surprised with the sudden confession, you shyly said it back "me too beomgyu, I love you "

"Let's clean you up babe , you did so good today, thank you for doing this on the first day our relationship , it was really quick but I couldn't control you smell so good " He said sheepishly.

You giggled and squished his cheeks "I'm glad babe you loved it, I love you gyu"

He carried you in bridal style to the bathroom and cleaned you and himself up.

You both changed into fresh clothes and cuddled the rest of the night.

FLUFF:--

You both stopped kissing to catch your breathes. Beomgyu looked at you with love filled eyes "y/n you are extremely precious, I love you"

His sudden confession made you blush "gyu I love you too" .

It was pretty late you suggested beomgyu to stay the night over at your place. You both changed into fresh and comfy clothes.

You had changed before him and decided to set up the bed so that you two could cuddle, just the very thought of you cuddling with beomgyu gave you butterflies in your stomach. Just then you felt beomgyu holding your waist from behind and hiding in the crook of your neck and whispering " Babe , are you doing all this for us", you looked back at him, him smiling boosts your dopamine, "yes gyu , all for us "

CONTINUED

You both got into bed and cuddled. Just then you realised you both had forgotten about the envelope . "Beomie did you open the envelope I gave you", " No babe not yet , should I? "He replied concerned and curious.

" No it's okay babe , we're all comfy , you can open it tomorrow "

"I'm getting curious now what was in it? " He gave you those puppy eyes and pouty face

"Aww don't look at me like that, you're too cuteeee. Okay so there was a paper ring in it and a teeny-tiny letter "

Gyu was extremely touched by your efforts , he wanted to see that ring and letter right now but he didn't wanted to leave your side.

"Babe you are so adorable, first thing in the morning is to read that letter"

Next morning~

Beomgyu woke up before you and as soon as he woke up , he kissed your forehead and tucked your hair behind your ear. You looked like Aphrodite to him, so ethereal while sleeping. He caressed your cheeks and then went to check for your envelope in his clothes which were tossed on a chair in a different room.

The excitedly opened the envelope and found the pink paper ring with a heart in the centre and a letter which read " Gyu, words will not do justice to describe my love for you, so i made this paper ring for you so that whenever you would look at it you would be reminded of us and my love for you, which is deeper than the Pacific Ocean . Gyu remember I don't care whatever might happen between us regardless I would lie for you , I would die for you ~ your y/n"

"Beomgyu hyung what is that in your hand " Kai asked beomgyu ,

Beomgyu looked at his hand and looked up to look at kai " It's my driving force , it's my everything " And he walked smiling while leaving a confused kai.

#txt reactions #choi beomgyu #beomgyu smut #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu soft hours #beomgyu drabbles #beomgyu tomorrow x together #Spotify

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heich0e · 1 month

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I very much want to hear about the insane thrift haul!

omg OK so for context i love thrifting but i own wayyyy too many clothes so i have been good lately and have NOT been thrifting. however!!! the weekend before last i ruined my fav jeans (not thrifted) and rly needed to replace them because i wore them constantlyyyyy. so i went to my fav thrift store (which i frequent so often i know the staff by name L M A O) and my expectations were honestly low—

because these were like the PERFECT jeans. ankle length, baggy, high waist, ACTUAL denim w no stretch, in a nice light wash. they were expensive when i bought them—but they lasted me FOREVER and i wore the HELL out of them—and i knew i could get another pair but thought i'd tryyyy to find them thrifted just on the off chance.

i like to thrift jeans in the men's section as they are often better quality, actual denim, and vintage, plus they're usually priced more reasonably than women's clothes. and as soon as i stepped up to the rack i found basically. an EXACT REPLICA. of my favourite jeans. EXCEPT!!! THEY ARE ACTUAL VINTAGE!! in perfect condition. the thrift store doesn't have fitting rooms so i had to take a gamble on them but when i got them home and tried them on they were a PERFECT fit too. they're probably from the 80s/early 90s based on the brand and tag and i swear to god they fit like they were MADE for me. and i paid less than the price of a 6-inch subway sandwich for em.

i was riding a real high after finding these, so then i braved the women's section where i found:

a GORGEOUS midi dress. it's not vintage but it's from a nice brand WITH THE ORIGINAL TAGS STILL ON IT?? it has with short sleeves, a tie-belted waist, a pleated skirt, and it's a light cornflower blue with a pretty floral pattern!!

THEN!! i found an absolutely unreallllllll vintage, faux-suede-ish 2-piece co-ord set in a rly rly nice camel-y toffee colour. it has a pair of high waist, wide leg trousers + a button-down overshirt kind of top (it also had shoulder pads and beading all along the collar and pockets of the shirt, but i have since removed those lmaooooo.) it is a little bit yee haw but i'm SOOOOOOOO into it and it fits me PERFECTLY.

then i was getting rly bold so i was like ok lets check the ladies pants section just to see what's up. i found a nice (non-vintage) ecru coloured pair of jeans: high waist, wide leg, good quality denim. they didn't look worn at all. i didn't quite recognize the brand enough to say whether or not they were actually ""good"" but i was like fuck it we ball and got them too. i get them home, look up the brand. these jeans... are basically brand new..... still available on the manufacturer's website........ for $118 United States of American dollars.

i also got a little wicker basket for my board games if that is of interest to u... but that one is not as exciting hehe.

END OF THRIFT HAUL if u made it this far i LOVE U

#liv got mail

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northern-passage · 8 months

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Hey there! First of all I hope you’re doing great! Idk if writing here is the right thing to do bc I don’t have an ask but rather I would like to take the time to congratulate you on what you wrote so far! I’m likely late to the game but reading TNP was a journey for me. I don’t think I have the proper words (English isn’t my first language..) to encapsulate the different emotions I felt reading your work so far… it’s simply put AMAZING. I truly believe you have a gift with storytelling and I cannot fathom the all time consuming energy and efforts you must have been putting into this masterpiece. The characters feel so fleshed out and the choices feel really rewarding. The way you describe the fights really itch smth in my brain and I’m going absolutely feral reading them. All the characters are lovely in their own way and I cannot help but find them completely endearing! I’d die for all of them (wouldn’t DARE think that aloud tho, they’re not allowed to know). I would like to write so much more but it’s 3AM and that would be wayyyy too long I think… THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS!!! I’m so excited for the next updates and I really hope you’re taking good care of yourself in the meanwhile 🤭<3

Except DUNCAN he can die a thousand deaths by my hands and it still wouldn’t be enough he’s truly despicable

thank you!!! this message is so sweet i was hanging onto it for a few days it really made me 🥹

i appreciate your kind words very much 💖 and i hope you're taking care of yourself, too! and got some decent sleep after sending this message at 3am 😭💗

#and yeah fuck duncan all my homies hate duncan #ask #anonymous #i should make a tag for my nice messages

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ell0ra-br3kk3r · 1 year

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400... that's a lot of people haha y'all are amazing for putting up with me for this long *mwah* y'all are amazing for supporting all my intrests and little side hobbies, and i really really really appreciate all the love and support so thank you

you may notice that i don't have any blurb or writing options on here... that's because i have wayyyy too many requests in my inbox already, haha, but if you want to send an idea in then you can send it to my writing blog @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes where i have a song fic event still open!

fandoms for this event are the grishaverse and wizarding world both golden era and marauders era, and here are the characters i write for. please let me know if you have a prefrence of pronouns, otherwise i'll default to she/her.

anyone can participate! please make sure it's one event per ask. thank you

NAVIGATION

CLOSED

guitar picks ~ mood boards! send me this with a character or ship and an activity!

trying not to fall ~ ships! send me your ideal late night, in or out, along with a fandom and gender prefrence, and i'll ship you with a character!

late nights ~ send me this along with very specific thoughts you have about characters (from the fandoms i've listed above) and i'll build off of that!

as a writer ~ send me this along with the link to one of your favorite fics, that you've written and i'll tell you my favorite parts and lines! (writers only)

your thoughts ~ tell me your favorite thing(s) about me and i'll share some of my favorite things about you! (moots only)

wildflowers ~ send me this and i'll hand write a short message from me to you along with a small mood board (close moots only)

home ~ random asks! cym, kmk, or any other random questions or games!

the titles for the events are some titles of the songs that i've written :)

mutuals below the cut:

@writingwitch007 @draco-dormiens @i-live-you-die-i-tell-your-story @the-crazy-library-freak @imabee-oralizard @sparklenarniawizard @stxrrylunatic @jahayla-parker @thedelusionreaderbitch @cauliflowertree @freddycarterswife @maliciousbrekker @masivechaos @robynlilyblack @sw34terw34ther @bookaholics-stuff @juneberrie @sophierequests-trashblog @princess-paramour @siriusblackstwin @my-my-only-angel @n0agranger @puppy-coded @alexis-angelsss @romanticvampire @slyth3rin-princess @thehalfbloodedwitch

#el's 400 follower celebration #400 follower celebration #kaz brekker x reader #jesper fahey x reader #nikolai lantsov x reader #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #regulus black x reader #will turner x reader

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petewentzisblack1312 · 10 months

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can I be honest about white people and rap/hip hop/r&b?

We were taught it's thug music. In movies (80s and 90s) it was only listened to by thugs (even when it was the "good misunderstood thugs", like Gangsters' Paradise). Then, in the late 90s and early 00s the messaging was that it's pimp music (and many of the songs that played on MTV were of the "my bitches my hoes" sub genre). I think the first time I saw a ~ wholesome ~ character listen to hip-hop was Miles in Into the Spiderverse. In 2018. Like, five years ago.

(glaring exception to this is female r&b artists, many of whom are mainstream)

But I wouldn't even know where to start finding non-misogynistic, non-"thug life" music (outside of the few titles that make it onto soundtracks), because until it was spoon-fed to me on the soundtrack of Spiderverse, I honestly didn't really know it existed.

i think my main response to this is that you are singling out misogyny in black genres. like black misogyny is worse to you for some reason. most male dominated music genres are misogynistic and objectify women (classic rock definitely does, all alternative music does too) but that does not stick out to you for some reason.

on top of that, have you never heard a drake song. i dont like drake very much and would not really recommend him but he was like one of the biggest rappers of the last decade and he was known for wholesome rap like it was a joke how he was in his feelings all the time. wayyyy before post malone did sunflower. or chance the rapper. chance the rapper was like an artistic darling when coloring book came out, and its a beautiful album. same drugs still gets me. kanye west died badly and you shouldnt listen to him but besides his talent as a rapper he was kind of a game changer in that he was not a thug rapper and often had wholesome messages or like. he had a song thanking god. and he was like the biggest rapper before he died badly. or like lil nas x. montero is an exploration of self and sexuality. are you listening to any of the lyrics?? do you just hear aave and mentions or sex and drugs and assume its nothing but hard talk?

if youre looking for music that is less misogynistic, in any genre, listen to women. megan the stallion, ice spice, doja cat, estelle, missy elliot, janelle monáe.

im not trying to be mean btw its just like extremely interesting to me what sticks out to you. you arent listening.

anyway im not the person to ask for recommendations. im a punk, and while i occasionally listen to some rap and r&b i dont make a habit of it. idk what the scene looks like.

#dils declares #dils directs

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host-club-hq · 2 years

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➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x reader (established relationship)

➼ summary: you've been up late lately watching horror game play-throughs... and sometimes you forget how scary they can be, even if you aren't actually playing the game. (something so tooth-rottingly fluffy and domestic for y'all :))

➼ word count: 2.7k: tiny, itty bitty drabble :)

➼ what to expect: "... what are you doing here, anyway?"

➼ warnings: blood mentions, descriptions of the horror game: poppy playtime, SPOILERS!, horror themes???

➼ this is based off the fact that i've been watching youtubers play poppy playtime wayyyy too much, and i wanted to publish something for you without the risk of forcing myself to write indeed and it not being good quality for you all :)

Pulling your blanket closer to your body, sitting up in the middle of your bed with your laptop placed before you, your eyes are trained intently on the screen before you.

You watch as a (mostly silent) Youtuber walks through the empty, ominous halls of Playtime Co with a blue hand on the left side of the screen and a green hand on the right.

You've made it past the horrifying first chapter of the game, where Huggy Wuggy wants to hug you a little bit too hard. How? You have no idea. That chapter was absolutely terrifying, and you don't know how you're not scarred for life.

You never thought being chased through the vents of a toy factory by a tall, blue, fluffy creature (with rows and rows of teeth) that looks like a stretched-out Cookie Monster would be so terrifying. But, here you are, watching the second chapter the second the first play-through was released.

Now you're dealing with a new foe who goes by the strangely innocent name of Mommy Long-Legs, who wants you to complete three games before she'll give you the code to the train to escape the factory. She's much less terrifying than Huggy Wuggy, but you've heard rumors that her chase scenes are much longer and harder to complete without dying.

The thing about watching play-throughs is that you never know when they're going to make a mistake and become a victim of the creature chasing them. Although, of course, when you're playing the game, on some level, you have a clue about when you're going to die about a split second before it happens because you know you've messed up-, but play-throughs... are far scarier.

But they also give you some sort of peace and comedic relief if they're talking through the game as they go along.

You've made it to just after the third game (after a pug/caterpillar hybrid follows you through a round of red light, green light with the addition of a complex obstacle course), where the player escapes through a window and Mommy Long-Legs is on the move after them. You don't know when she will pop up; you're on the edge of your seat.

Your blanket is wrapped around your head and pulled tight in your fists over your shoulders. The screen of your laptop creates an eerie glow and adds to the terrifying atmosphere of your dark room.

Little do you know, your boyfriend has arrived at your front doorstep and knocked, summoning one of your maids to let him in.

As your ever-reputable partner, Kyoya Ootori, makes his way down the hallway toward your room where your maid directed him, he nears your cracked door with suspicion.

He's about to knock when he hears your little shriek and suspenseful music from whatever you're watching.

"Ugh! I asked you to play fair, and you cheated! I... HATE cheaters!" Followed by what sounds like a hand banging on a wall in anger.

"y/n? What the hell are you wa-"

"AH! I promise I wasn't cheating, Mommy!" You shriek, grabbing your nearest throw pillow and chucking it at the intruder in the doorway.

"Ow! Mommy? What the hell are you doing?" Kyoya flicks the lights on to reveal you wrapped in your little blanket burrito and ready to throw another pillow in his direction.

"Oh... it's just you." You breathe carefully, placing a hand on your heart in relief.

Your video continues to play in the background, "Now... we're going to play one... last... GAME! It's called... hide... and... SEEK! ... 10... 9... 8..."

"What in the world is this?" Kyoya rounds your mattress and leans over the bed, over you, to get a look at what you're watching.

The player continues to run down the stairs frantically and proceeds to complete the remaining puzzles. You can feel more chase scenes about to ensue; you just know it.

"Is this that horror game that I told you to stop watching? Based around that doll?" Kyoya groans, rubbing his sinuses under his glasses.

"Yes... but! It's just so interesting, I couldn't stop watching." You pull him beside you on the bed and offer him some of your blankets to watch along with you.

"Oh, wait! Go turn the lights back off first, please...?" You pucker your lip in a pout and give him the best puppy eyes you can muster.

Kyoya's cheeks flush a light pink, and he quickly rises to turn them off so that you won't be able to detect it, murmuring a "fine" under his breath.

After having kicked off his shoes, he resumes his position with you on your bed under your blanket and proceeds to focus his attention on your beloved horror game.

"I promise it's not as scary as the first chapter."

Kyoya shivers to recall your detailed description of watching someone be chased through a vent by what essential is a hug monster, then recalls the image of the aforementioned 'Huggy Wuggy' that chases the player. Why are you into these things...? He'll never know.

But he must admit, it's quite endearing that you watch horror games only to scare yourself silly and come running to him. He's not complaining.

The both of you watch as the player silently makes their way down an ominous hallway after figuring out a code to open a gate. This video, in particular, is a play-through without commentary or the comforting face of a Youtuber in the corner... so it's much more terrifying.

All of a sudden, chase music sounds through your laptop speakers, and Mommy Long-Legs appears, groaning distortedly as the player quickly turns around and sprints back to the room they came from, figuring out that they needed to grab the bar on the ceiling and hide from the creature as she scuttles along the floor, looking for them.

Kyoya leans forward, appalled, "What is that thing?" He adjusts his glasses.

You pause the video at an opportune moment as Mommy is chasing the player again, her pink, gangly limbs sprawled across the screen as her terrifying smile and blacked-out eyes stare at the player; therefore, the two of you.

"That's Mommy Long-Legs." Kyoya's brows furrow as he scans over her pink face with a mussed-up, plastic-looking ponytail and pink torso and abdomen... strangely resembling a spider but with fewer legs.

"She's... horrifying." Kyoya shivers as you scoot in closer to him.

"I know. I love her." You giggle, pressing the spacebar to your laptop and watching as the chase ensues with suspenseful music and the distant sound of Mommy groaning.

This isn't nearly as tame as the other game you used to watch people play, Kyoya remembers. What was it again...? Five Nights at Freddy's? He's pretty sure that was it. This game is at least 10 times more terrifying, and he's only watched about 30 seconds of gameplay.

You peek at your screen through your blanket as your cheek is pressed firmly into Kyoya's chest for protection, jolting as the player fails to grab the bar to pull them away from Mommy as she springs out of the background and catches them. You shriek, burying your face into Kyoya's school blazer and groaning at yourself.

"Do you want to stop?" Kyoya smoothes a hand over your back and places a gentle kiss atop the crown of your head.

You shake your head, clutching your blanket tighter and returning your attention diligently to the screen.

As the video ensues, the both of you watch as the player pulls an obviously placed lever and the gears in the nearby machine begin to turn. Then, Mommy slides into the room, gaining a wince out of you, and gets her hand stuck in the very same machine. She lets out a blood-curdling scream when she realizes she's being shredded.

"Oh, god." Kyoya grimaces. You nod in agreement.

"What have you done?! He'll make me part of him! You can't do this to me!" Her screaming becomes distorted as more of her body is consumed by the dangerous machine, oddly enough, with blood spill... although she's a toy.

"Wow, I can't watch this." Kyoya groans, burying his face in your hair for a moment, allowing himself to become immersed in your intoxicating scent.

"It's over; she's dead." You tap his arm gently, Mommy's torso lying lifeless on the floor. Kyoya peeks up only to find a mechanical, skeletal hand coming out from under a slightly ajar gate to grab the remainder of Mommy's body and drag it into the darkness.

"Does this only get weirder?" Kyoya glances down at you to see your own mouth open, flabbergasted.

"And the lore continues..." you kick your feet giddily.

"I think I've seen enough; we can stop now." you pause the video and shut the laptop, allowing darkness to flood the room.

You hum as you and Kyoya adjust yourselves against the headboard of your bed, relaxing into each other's arms.

"... what are you doing here, anyway?"

Kyoya chuckles, "Well, I wanted to simply spend time with you, and one of your maids let me in. I guess you were too preoccupied to answer the door yourself." He teases, squeezing your shoulder.

"I'm sorry... I'm just so invested. It's scary, but I love it." you smile sheepishly, resting your head innocently on his chest.

"I can see that. And I will never understand why, but I guess I don't have to." Kyoya simpers down at you fondly.

"Will you stay the night? I don't think I can sleep alone after that."

Kyoya rolls his eyes playfully, "And that's why I advise against it... but I can't say no to you. But I don't have any sleepwear with me... I guess I can send for someone to deliver it..." Kyoya reaches for his phone.

"Okay." you snuggle closer to him as Kyoya shoots a quick text to his servants back home and easily gets an immediate reply; someone is already on their way.

"You know, you should keep some here... and I can keep some at your place?" You suggest quietly. You wait and gauge his reaction.

"Yeah? That's very domestic of you to suggest." Kyoya knows exactly how to tease you.

"You don't have to-"

"No, I wasn't saying no. I actually like the idea." Kyoya reassures just as a maid quietly announces herself in your doorway, presenting Kyoya with a small bag with things he'll need to stay the night with you.

"Wow, they were fast..." You marvel as he separates himself from you, bows politely to your maid, and shuts your door behind her as she leaves.

"They have their ways." Kyoya shrugs innocently, placing the bag on one of your chairs and digging through it.

"Are you going to shower?" you sit up in bed and wait excitedly for his answer.

Kyoya glances over his shoulder, teetering a bottle of shampoo in his hand to indicate his intention, "I was planning to if you don't mind."

"I certainly don't mind at all; I love the way your shampoo smells." You swoon, earning a laugh from Kyoya as he meanders to your bathroom with his products and sleepwear in his arms.

"Well, thank you, I'm flattered. I'm glad you like it because your bathroom will be smelling that way in no time." He teases.

"I showered before I sat down to watch the video, so I'll just join you in bed when you're finished." Kyoya nods at your statement, disappearing behind your bathroom door with a smile. The sound of running water quickly follows.

You leap from your bed to rummage in the storage boxes hidden away in your closet, finding just the item you're looking for-

A nightlight that you keep for occasions just like this. It's very childish in nature, but that's what makes it feel safe. It's a soft, baby pink colored rainbow with magenta stars and a smiley face on the cloud near the rainbow's end. You shove it into the outlet, and it flickers to life.

After about five minutes or so, Kyoya emerges from your bathroom in a cloud of steam as you perched in your bed, hopelessly scrolling social media. He's in the midst of towel-drying his hair when he notices the pink light in the corner of your room that breaks the darkness.

"... what is that?" he nearly snorts in amusement, cocking his head in the direction of your nightlight.

"My nightlight that will keep Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Long-Legs away." you grin sheepishly.

Kyoya sighs, "You're such a child..." He nearly groans, plucking off his glasses and setting them on your bedside table after tossing the towel in your hamper.

"Mmhm, but you love me." You counter convincingly with crossed arms and a pout.

"Mm. That I do." Kyoya kneels on your mattress, pecking your forehead, before crawling next to you in bed, dressed in comfortable sweatpants and an old t-shirt he only keeps around to sleep in.

Kyoya may have not started off as a particularly romantic boyfriend. Still, he quickly learned that your love languages are things like physical touch and words of affirmation, no matter how embarrassed you get each time he performs them. He's more than happy to do so, although he must admit at first it was a bit out of his comfort zone, but he's fallen into a comfortable routine; it's become a habit of his.

"You smell clean." you sigh, tossing your comforter over your body and wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, pressing your nose to his neck with a deep inhale.

"Are you sniffing me?" Kyoya peeks down at you.

You inhale once more dramatically, sighing dreamily, "Yes, I like your scent." you giggle, sniffing as if you were a dog trying to learn his scent.

"God, you're a pain." Kyoya teases, although his actions contradict his words, sliding an arm under your body and wrapping it around your back, holding you close to him.

"Mmhm, tell me more." You've learned how easily you can fall asleep to his deep, tenor-like voice if you try. It can fall into a soft, comforting monotone when he drawls on about his day, and although it was first seen as slightly offensive when you would fall asleep to his voice, Kyoya now knows it's nothing more than a sign that you feel safe with him.

"Yeah? Tell you more about how you make me worry constantly? And how I have to look after you?" Kyoya teases once more, watching as you nod sleepily.

"Oh, yeah, I love it when you talk like that, baby."

He snorts, "Okay, I give up. Want me to tell you about my day?" He suggests, running his long, slender fingers through your hair with caution.

"Yeah..." You yawn.

"Alright, then. Today I woke up to that text message from you at about two in the morning last night about how you were craving Italian food. I don't know why you think I'd be awake at that hour." Kyoya recalls fondly.

"Mmm." You hum absently.

"I got caught up on the week's future homework assignments after school today, though I assume you'll want to see them before I turn them in prematurely. Honestly, I'd rather tutor you than just give you the answers. But, have it your way. Dinner was casual; I just had the chefs whip something up briefly, very light. I did a bit of light reading before coming to visit you. Oh, I forgot, Tamaki called this evening wondering about arrangements for your birthday party next week. I told him I had it completely under control, but he insisted he must have some input. You don't mind if he chooses something small... like, say, an activity, do you?"

Nothing comes from you but soft breathing and the occasional hum in your sleep as you adjust yourself. Kyoya continues on as though you answered.

"I didn't think you would. You're also so conducive to him... I think it's endearing. The both of you are." Kyoya smiles fondly.

Your cheek is pressed to his chest, your mouth slightly ajar, soft puffs of air coming from between your lips. Kyoya exhales shortly in a laugh.

"Alright, I guess you've had enough of me. Sleep well... I love you." His last phrase is quiet.

"... love you, too."

Kyoya nearly rolls his eyes. Of course, you'd be awake only to say that. But that's why he loves you... all of you. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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heykayhayes · 1 year

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Hi Kay!! It’s been a minute since I saw you on Tumblr! I’m glad you’re back! Your recent d&d content got ne wondering if you’ve played through the Curse of Strahd model and if you’ve drawn any of your takes from that?

Hey!! Yes, actually! That was the first proper campaign I ever really got to play, run by my partner! I just posted a few NPC portraits from that- I didn’t start doing those for her until like wayyyy way late in the game, but it was an awesome campaign! The animal skull lady was my take on Mother Night.

I played with my character, Rigsby! He was a chaotic good barbarian bugbear + the alpha leader of a bugbear clan whose village sent him away “on business” when they received a letter from a “very nice Lord in a very beautiful place called Barovia” asking him “to dinner.”

Rigsby has very excitable, overly-friendly, naive, party boy/ puppy dog energy and was attracting danger to his clan, in spite of his best efforts, by indiscriminately making friends with anyone he met. The village basically voted him off the island for being too big, dumb, and friendly lol! But it’s okay!!! He saved Barovia and found a new family and friends! He’s a therapy coach to the recovering Barovian populace lol. 🙏 Just a big goofy himbo who put Strahd the bully in his place. He’s my favorite character to play at the table, tbh.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd5e #curse of strahd

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breezymichelle99 · 2 years

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A Dangerous Game To Play| Rio (Good Girls)

A|N: This is a fun little cross over story I wrote with Rio from Good Girls and Ez Reyes from Mayans. As always this is a work of fiction. (Pics for the moodboard came from Pinterest.)

Summary: A new business deal with a biker gang turns an interesting meeting into a night you won’t soon forget.

Warnings: mention of drugs, guns, gangs, shady business deals, public sex, some dirty talk, bad language, overprotective Rio, gross male behavior, slight choking, marking, possessive Rio, fingering, Rio making Ez watch, unprotected bar sex, begging, slight orgasm denial, controlling Rio. Rio being a straight up tease, sweet Rio in the end.

Rio had been trying to expand his business for a while now. “Flipping his game.” as he called it. You’d been with him for a while now you were used to him getting into new business ventures. But for some reason no matter what it was he always consulted you on it first. He valued your opinion and that meant a lot to you. “You're the queen of my kingdom,ma.” he’d tell you all the time. “What’s mine, is yours, we’re in this together and I need to know what we’re getting into is a good choice for us both.” The words echoed in your ears as you got ready to go with him to meet with a potential new client.

“Hey Mama, you almost ready?” Rio calls to you from outside the bedroom door, refusing to let him in because you knew if you did you would NEVER make it to that meeting on time. You open the door. He fell silent as he looked you up and down, biting his lip. “Damn, ma.” he says. His finger trails across your forehead as he moves a piece of hair from your face with his pinky, looking down at you with dark dangerous eyes. You melt into him. “We better get going, don’t want to be late.” you smirk at him. Leaving him begging for more. He watched you walk down the hall, in your skin tight black dress, and heels and disappear into the kitchen. He sighed. This was going to be a long night.

He opens the door to his Range Rover for you, you give him a small kiss and get in, but not without a gentle smack to your ass. “Rio.” you giggle. “Sorry Darlin, couldn’t help myself.” he chuckles as he closes the door and gets behind the wheel. Your eyes watching him every step of the way. His hand immediately finds your thigh, your fingers intertwine with his. You give him a smile, the pair of you talking out the details as you drive.

You pull up to the small bar. You both look at each other. You knew the game. Rio did the talking you did the listening, and watching then you two would talk it over and then make your next move. That’s how you played it every single time. This time was no different. You were meeting with Ez Reyes. He was the VP of the Mayans Biker gang. Rio had been looking for a way to move his new product, a few weeks ago he had met EZ through a mutual friend, Ez had been very interested in a business deal with Rio, but Rio he wasn’t so sure. So he set up a meeting and brought his best asset along; YOU.

You never entered the bar together, you always went in first, sitting at the bar. Rio followed close behind, sitting close enough for you to hear the conversation but far enough to keep out of trouble. He gave you a wink as he passed you, noticing the slight pink tint on your cheeks. Didn’t matter how long you had been with him, he still gave you the butterflies. He ordered you a Bourbon and sat down in a booth behind you.

You hear someone call his name and you look across the bar. You look up from your drink and see a tall, well built, tan skinned, young man walking across the bar towards Rio. but before he made it to the table, his eyes locked with yours. He gives you a wink. And his eyes lingered on you wayyyy too long, and you knew that would not be a good first impression for Rio; who’s eyes were locked on you the entire time.

EZ took a seat at the table with Rio, the pair shaking hands. Ez looks over in your direction. “Man If I would have known that they had those types of views in here I would have been coming to this bar a long time ago.” his eyes dancing over your body once again. Rio Shifted in his seat. You lock eyes with him and he knows he needs to chill. “Hot little mama, isn’t she.” Rio adds to the conversation. You hear and you can’t help but chuckle. What an idiot.

You feel Ez’s eyes on you again. He bites his lip. “Man you ain't lying, tight little ass..mmm bet that pussy tastes like a dream.” Rio keeps himself from slamming his fist on the table, calling off this whole damn thing and taking you home. But you give him the look. “You’re okay.” you mouth. And he simmers down, knowing damn well that pussy was a dream and was all his. He licked his lips. “So uh let’s get to business yeah, seems we’ve both gotten a little distracted.” His voice is gravely and you can hear the displeasure in his tone. Ez gives you one last look and the two lock into business conversation.

The conversation was going well, good business plan in place, the cash split was just right. You liked what you heard and you planned to tell Rio that. In the middle of the conversation he got a call, you knew it was work. He looked up at you. “Excuse me, I need to take this.” he says to Ez who nods. Rio gives you an I’ll be right back look as he takes the call outside of the bar. The patrons had all thinned out since you two had gotten there, currently it was you, Rio, the bartender and Ez. you swallow hard. As his eyes land on yours once again. No Rio insight to keep this man away from you now.

He gets up from the table. Eyes locked on you. You try to pretend you don’t see him sit beside you at the bar. “Hey beautiful.” he grins. You look over at him. “Hi.” you smile. “Business or Pleasure?” he asks you. You smirk. But let the silence linger between you before you answer. “A little of both.” you say looking towards the door for Rio, who hadn’t returned yet. You run your fingers over the rim of your empty bourbon glass. “Pretty girl such as yourself shouldn’t be alone in a place like this.” He says he’s scooting closer to you. But you stand your ground. “Who says I'm alone?” you toy with him. He looks around. “Because any smart man would never dream of leaving a woman as gorgeous as yourself sitting here at this bar alone.” he smirks. You chuckle. Looking over at him. You’d been in this game wayyy too long. “Are you a smart man Ez?” you ask. He swallows because he never told you his name, yet you knew him. He thinks for a second. “I mean I’d say so.” he says licking his lips. His hand reaches for the small of your back. Ohhhh not a smart man at all you think to yourself, thinking of Rio and how angry he was going to be when he walked back into this bar. Suddenly the thrill of it all kind of excited you. Such a Dangerous Game to Play.

“I think you should let me wrap up my business deal and then we should go, uh, somewhere more comfortable.” he whispers, his fingers caressing your cheek. You chuckle. “I don’t think that’s a good Idea.” you say attempting to pull from his grasp. “And why exactly not.” he says, pressing you. “Because I’m waiting for someone.” you say. Searching the bar again for Rio. you were starting to think this business deal was not a good idea after all. He looked around. “No one here but you and me baby girl. Who could you possibly be waiting on?” he asks. Still looking around the bar. There was silence once again. “ME.” a deep voice says from behind Ez. He turns to see Rio. he’s smirking at you. Your eyes locked with his.

Ez swallowed hard. Did he just fuck up his clubs business deal over some pussy.? Fuck he’d never hear the end of that. Rio had walked directly past Ez not even making eye contact with him. He slid the chair beside you out. “Rio.” you whine as his fingers touch your skin. “I uh didn’t know.” Ez confesses. But Rio just ignored him. Rio’s thumb danced across your lips, slowly. “I..I..I” you stutter, unable to find the words to say. “Hush mama, you're about to say plenty.” he growls, as his hand slides down your neck in a tight squeeze. “Rio.” you whine. “Now VP listen up, you talk a big game.” Rio pauses thinking of the words that Ez had said to him earlier about you. He slides you up on the chair. His hand shoving your dress up your thighs. You lock eyes with him. “What are you doing?” you whisper so only he can hear. “Showing him what’s mine.” he growls.

Before you can protest his lips are on yours, and you can't help the moan that leaves your lips as you feel his long fingers dance across the lace fabric of your panties. “Rio.” you whine his name again. He hears the chair beside him slide out as Ez tries to make a run for it. “Oh no, sit down Reyes.” Rio demands and Ez listens sitting back down in his chair. “You wanted to know what it was like right? to hear the sounds those perfect little lips make, to feel this soft skin under your fingertips, to know the taste of her on your lips.” he pauses. You think he’s just going to tease Ez, give him a little hell for the things he said and being a little too handsy with you, to mess with him and then let him go, but no he’s going to give Ez a full on show.

You hear Ez swallow hard and you know this is wayyy more than he bargained for but it was his own damn fault. “Rio I'm sorry.” Ez says avoiding all eye contact with you that he could. “Don’t be sorry, just watch kid.” his lips sucked on the soft skin of your neck, leaving behind deep purple bruises, marking what was his. His long fingers slid aside your panties like they weren't even there. An unholy groan escapes your lips as you toss your head back, fingers dancing slow circles around your clit. “Fuck Rio.” you moan his name. Ez's eyes get wide as he can’t help but watch. The way you arched your back into Rio’s hand, bit your lip to suppress those tiny little pleasure filled moans, begged him for more each time that he paused.

“Rio.” you begged. “What is it mama?” he says looking down at you. “Please.” you beg him. “Please let me cum.” you moan loudly as his fingers find the just right spot inside of you sending you over the edge. “Fuck me, Rio baby, jesus.” you cry out, tossing your head back gripping his bicep as you come down from your orgasm. He bites his lip as he watches your eyes flutter shut, savoring the moment.. Your heart was racing. Your eyes open as his fingers retreat from inside of you. He locks eyes with Ez who hadn’t said a word, was still in shock of what just unfolded in front of him. Rio’s long fingers danced across his lips, the taste of your sweet nectar on his tongue. “MMM you were right Ez that pussy does taste like a dream, and it’s all mine..” Rio growls. His grip on you tighter than ever as you sit there in awe of what just happened. “Don’t worry darlin, I'm not done with you yet. “ he whispers in your ear. As you try to get up from your seat. “Sit back down, while I finish this deal.” you nod.

Rio looks at Ez who isn't sure how to proceed now. “What do you think baby, deal sound good?” Rio asks you, fingers tucked under your chin so you look up at him. You look up at him, big eyes locked on his. “Sounds good to me.” you whisper, licking your lips. Trying to get this deal over with so you could finish what Rio started. “Mmm that’s what I like to hear.” his raspy voice sends a shiver down your spine.

What do you say Reyes, your club in?” Rio asks still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. EZ swallows, thanking god he hadn’t fucked this up. He nods. “Yeah, it sounds good.” Rio looked from you back to Ez. There was silence between the three of you for a minute. “One condition.” Rio says. Suddenly changing the terms of the deal. Ez nods. “Yeah?” Rio reaches in the back of his pants, pulling out a gun and placing it underneath Ez’s chin. You gasp. “If you EVER touch my girl again.” he pauses looking at you. “ Deals off and I’ll Snap your fucking neck, you understand me?” Rio Growls and you adjust in your seat feeling totally turned on all over again. Ez nods. He understood the rules and he knew how to play the game, and he knew he’d never make that mistake again.

They shook hands and Ez Left to head back to Santo Padre, new deal in hand, no one ever needing to know what happened that night.. You hopped down from the chair you were sitting in. Rio grabs your wrist. “Where do you think your goin’ darlin’?” he pulls you into his rock hard body. You sigh, biting your lip pulling yourself away from his grasp.. “Rio, What the hell was that?” you demand. Hands on your hips demanding answers from your gangster boyfriend. He eyes you. “I have to protect what’s mine.” he whispers his lips only inches from yours now. “Yeah, is that so?” you ask with a smirk on your face. “Yeah mama always.” he says. You pull him to you by his belt. “And I will always protect what’s mine.” you growl biting his bottom lip, pulling it gently between your teeth. A loud groan left his mouth. And you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

“Most Dangerous couple in the game, baby.” he smirks, kissing you as he places you up on the bar. “There is no one else in the world I’d rather play this game with than you, baby.” you moan as he spreads your legs wide for him so he can fit between them on the bar. His hands on your thighs, lips on your neck. Your hands between the two of you, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, pulling him from beneath the tight fabric, he moans your name loudly. “Tell me what you want mama?” he groans loudly into your mouth. “I want you.” you whine. A smirk crosses his gorgeous lips. And you wrap your legs around his waist. “Fuck Rio.” you call to him as he moves his hips slowly at first. Nails gripping the fabric of his cotton shirt. As he moves faster. “MMM mama i love how you feel around me, so tight. Such a perfect fit for me always.” he groans in your ear biting on your neck.

“Jesus Rio, I'm so close Fuck please.” you beg for him once more. He chuckles. “Beg for me.” he demands and you do as you're told. As you always do and you always will. “Please Rio, I need to cum, please.” you cry as he slows to a painfully annoying slow pace. Watching your face, listening to your sounds. He loved to tease you. As he took you right to the edge time and time again making you beg for him, making you understand that no one, not a single man on this planet could please you like he could. Taking control of every part of your body was his ultimate goal and he always delivered.

“Alright Darlin, let go.” he had enough torturing you and was ready to let go himself. “Cum for me.” he demands hips crashing into yours roughly as you two would cum together. Moans filling the empty bar. “Fuck babe.” he chuckles. You laugh. “If only all deals went this well for me.” he teases, pulling out both of you whining. You pull your dress down as he helps you down off the bar. “Good thing I said I’d close tonight.” he laughs. Pulling you into your arms. “Good thing this is your bar, because a lot more people than Ez Reyes would have gotten a show they would never forget.” you laugh. He looks down at you. Long fingers tucking your long beautiful hair behind your ear.

“I love you.” he whispers. You look up at him, a gorgeous glowing smile on your face. “I love you too, Rio.” you lean up to kiss his soft lips. “More than anything in the world. “Let's get you home.” he smirks. “I don’t know if I'm quite done with you yet.” he chuckles. “Rio, seriously?” you laugh. “I just can’t get enough of you mama.” he says as he opens the door for you to get into the car. You turn to him, looking up at him through thick dark eyelashes. “And you never have to.” you kiss him wildly, he leans into the passenger seat of the car above you. You bite his lip to get his attention because you know nothing short of a gang war happening in the background would separate his lips or his body from yours. He looks down at you. “Come on baby, let’s go home.” you smirk.

He nods. Separating his body from yours. He gets into the driver seat, reaches over the center console for your hand, you gladly take it, he kisses it and the two of you drive home, talking and laughing about the night. A bright future on the horizon for both of you.

The End. <3

#rio good girls #manny montana #ez reyes #jd pardo #Mayans #rio good girls fanfiction #good girls fanfic #good girls imagine #manny montana fan fiction

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workingforitallthetime · 7 months

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am I crazy for feeling like the league is promoting adam wayyyy more than leo carlsson?

like obviously connor is getting attention, but after that, I see way more adam content than any other rookie. I love adam but leo went #2! I'm just surprised the nhl is pushing so much adam content (yes today is his bday and leo is injured rn but all summer I swear its been adam over leo).

do you think this is a matter of a Canadian boy getting more attention than a European? A CAA hockey/Pat Brisson client advantage? Something related to Columbus vs. Anaheim hockey markets?

with the huge caveat that perception can be heavily influenced by how you curate your news sources, here is a nonexclusive list of reasons why it may appear adam is getting more attention:

leo's injured. he's not playing. there's not too much to cover right now.

hockey's anti west coast bias. the games are late and toronto is asleep.

you're probably not wrong about the canadian vs. european thing.

CBJ has a full-time beat writer at the athletic and is in a market where they have much less competition for local media attention than the ducks do.

adam has the advantage of a umich media operation that's still hyping him heavily.

adam's the main attraction on his team, whereas leo's living in the shadow of a charismatic messy bitch who loves to be the center of attention and who had a big juicy contract drama that consumed the summer.

#anonymarshmallow

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