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"Your Eyes Only." : Sunoo

☾ grouping: Sunoo x afab reader

☾ rating: 18+, explicit content

☾ wc: 14k

☾ content warnings: sadistic dom sunoo!, explicit sex (unprotected), semi-public sex, oral sex (receiving), clothed sex, overstimulation, praise, choking, jealousy, voyeurism (kinda), exhibitionism, slight cum play, slight degradation, jake is suddenly down bad, jungwon isn’t communicating well

☾ summary: Y/n finally gets to see the behind-the-scenes of concert day, and Sunoo shows her around the venue. However, someone keeps messing with her, but she can't even see them.

or, Sunoo is a spirit that can manifest himself wherever he wants, and can choose to be seen or unseen. He gets a thrill out of messing with y/n in front of his bandmates.

☾ author note: This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own discretion. This is chapter three in this series, please see my masterlist for other chapters!

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Several weeks have gone by since your night with Sunghoon. Thankfully, your neck had fully healed, and there was only a small scar left behind where the older boy had bitten you. Between Heeseung and Sunghoon, you found yourself caught up in intimate situations a few more times than you’d like to admit. Not that you minded the attention from them, you enjoyed it.

Heeseung had pulled you into the shower with him one morning when you had come over to make breakfast before the rest of the boys were awake. You admired his shimmering blue scales in the water, the color shifting slightly as the water trickled over them. He helped you wash your hair, strong hands easing the tension from your scalp. Heeseung was gentle and kind, his personality created a sense of comfort and trust that drew you to him. At the same time, he held a sense of confidence and maturity that allowed him to step into control whenever the situation called for it. It was never a forceful dominance, but reassuring guidance that offered space away from the stress of day to day life. Maybe it was due to his slightly older age compared to his bandmates that gave him this ability, but it was what led you to find comfort in being around him.

Sunghoon’s hand would snake its way up your thigh whenever he sat next to you at the dinner table. His fingers grazed under the hem of your shorts with feigned innocence. You’d press your lips together and reprimand him with a glare as you gently pushed his naughty hand away. His lips would always curve into a mischievous smirk, a silent acknowledgment of your scolding, but you never missed the promise of future attempts that flickered in his dark eyes. He hadn't tried to bite you again; that night still played in your head with vivid clarity. Part of you missed the sharp sting and raw possessiveness Sunghoon had shown you with this act. Maybe he was nervous, afraid of going too far and hurting you.

The boys were busy now, having had a comeback within the past week. You were at the dorm more often now, washing discarded clothes, organizing scattered belongings and spending time cooking for them. Your bed at home, with its promise of undisturbed sleep and peaceful solitude, remained a cherished sanctuary. However, despite the comfort that your apartment offered, it was within the loud, often messy, atmosphere of the dorm that you truly felt at home.

You hadn’t dwelled on the specifics of Jungwon’s intense anger towards Sunghoon that night, you just accepted the explanation that it stemmed from worry and a natural protectiveness over you. The edge in his voice and the tightness of his posture were easily rationalized as concern reaching it’s limit. You also didn’t understand why Jungwon didn’t offer to help you clean up that night, but you figured that Ni-ki just wanted to help, having walked in on the tense situation. After that, life had resumed its familiar rhythm in the days that followed, with both Jungwon and Ni-ki acting as if the heated moment had never occurred. However, you couldn’t help but notice an increase in stolen glances, moments of eye contact that were quickly broken. Although curious, you found this new attention intriguing and amusing.

Somehow, Jungwon has convinced their manager to let you ride with them to their upcoming concert. They typically have at least one showcase and one fan concert every comeback, and this time, you might get to watch from the front. Usually, you end up buying nosebleed seats to support and watch your best friend, because getting good seats seemed nearly impossible, and your luck was awful against dedicated fans. Tickets sold out in mere minutes, and your internet connection just couldn’t stand a chance.

So that’s how you found yourself handing out protein bars and water bottles to the boys as they filed out of the dorm, faces still ridden with sleep. They mingled together outside to wait for the vans to arrive to take them to the venue for their performance today.

Ni-ki and Heeseung wore their hoods up, and black masks obscured their faces. They looked like they would rather die than be awake right now. Dark circles cast shadows under their heavily hooded eyes. You figured they must have been tired from staying up too late playing video games, a good balance between fun and work responsibilities was hard to find. You felt bad for them with the long day ahead.

Sunoo and Sunghoon looked surprisingly awake. They were chatting amongst themselves. Despite the rude awakening that early morning travel brought, they were surprisingly well put together. They were dressed comfortably but well enough for photos, always mindful of the ever present possibility of running into fans. Their hair was neatly styled, and any signs that they had been up late like the two before them had been masked by carefully placed concealer.

Trailing behind them, Jungwon moved with a focused energy, his gaze sweeping over their surroundings. He was meticulous, ensuring every member had the necessary items before their departure to the venue. Admiration washed over you as you observed his selfless dedication. His leadership was characterized by profound care for his bandmates, constantly working to make their lives easier, often at the cost of his own well-being. You knew his days were long and his nights short, filled with the unseen tasks of managing their demanding lives. He consistently prioritized his bandmates' needs, a habit that left little room for his own self-care.

Standing patiently by the open doorway, Jay’s eyes were fixed on their leader. He watched Jungwon’s quiet diligence, a silent acknowledgment of the younger member’s tireless efforts. There was a sense of understanding and unspoken camaraderie between them as Jungwon completed his final checks, the weight of responsibility evident in his focused movements.

“Are you excited?” Jake asked, breaking the silence, with a cheerful smile on his face.

“Of course I’m excited!” You replied, "I never get to watch you guys perform up close. It's always from way back in the audience." The idea of watching them perform from just a few feet away was a unique and cherished opportunity.

Jake was visibly tired. His hyperactive spark was just a flicker, but you know it wouldn't be long before he was back to his normal self.

A playful glint entered his eyes. "Make sure you watch me," he insisted, wiggling his eyebrows with exaggerated confidence. "I'm quite the lady killer on stage, if I do say so myself." His teasing was a familiar comfort, his own way of masking any nerves he held.

Jay, leaning against the doorframe still waiting for their leader, chuckled softly. He secured the lock after Jungwon slipped out from the door. "You sure are something alright," Jay agreed, his tone laced with affectionate mockery.

Jake shot Jay a sharp, indignant look and opened his mouth to launch a counter-attack on his bandmate. However, before he could get more than a word out, their leader’s voice cut through the air.

"Shut up," Jungwon sighed with a hint of exasperation. He stood just outside the doorway. "We haven’t even made it into the van yet, and you two are already at it." The weariness in his voice hinted at the constant balancing act of managing his bandmates' energy and chaos.

Amusement washed over you at Jungwon’s annoyance. You chuckled, feeling sympathy for the young leader tasked with keeping the group grounded and making sure everyone behaved.

Beep. Beep.

The vans had arrived. One van already had the manager and some staff in it. Jungwon and Jay headed to that van, leaving you to get in with the rest of the boys.

You let them all pile into the van before you, patiently waiting as they climbed in one by one. Once you get into the van and look around you realize Sunoo is patting the seat between him and Sunghoon, his bright smile beckoning you to the back. Ni-ki and Heeseung are sitting in the middle row, both already leaning on the cool glass of the window beside them, headphones on and eyes closed in anticipation for a restful nap during the drive. Jake had taken the seat up front next to the driver and was already chatting with him. You could tell they knew each other well as Jake started to yap about their new album promotions, and the older man nodded along with an amused smile. It wouldn’t be long now before Jake’s excitable energy kicked in.

Making your way to the back, you returned Sunoo’s smile and sat down between him and Sunghoon. The comforting scent of their colognes mingled in the close space. As you settled in, Sunghoon reached over, his fingers brushing against yours as he pulled the seatbelt across your lap and helped you buckle it.

“Hi, princess,” Sunghoon’s voice rumbled softly in your ear as he leaned back across you and settled back into his seat. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he met your gaze for a moment.

You eye him, giving him a dirty look that was meant to show your disapproval of the nickname, but you already know it won’t do anything. Sunghoon simply chuckled before settling back into his seat. His eyes were already closed, his long lashes resting against his cheeks. His arms folded across his chest and his head leaning against the headrest, he was ready to join the others in front of him in their effort to nap.

You shake your head and turn to look over to Sunoo, who is already smiling back at you.

“I’m glad you could come to see us perform today, y/n.” He said, brushing his blonde hair out from his eyes.

“I’m glad too! I know you guys are going to do a great job. I’m excited to see the behind-the-scenes stuff too!” You replied.

“It’s going to be a long day, though, please make sure to take care of yourself if you need to rest or eat.” Sunoo chides you. He knew you often didn’t take the time to take care of yourself and wanted to make sure you didn’t overdo it and miss seeing them perform.

“Okay, okay!” You replied, holding your hands up in defeat. “I promise I’ll take care of myself. Thank you for worrying about me, Sunoo.”

Sunoo just nodded in contentment before opening his phone and scrolling through his notifications.

The van started up and began to follow behind the one in front of it. You knew the drive would be a little longer than usual since it was rush hour, so you took out your phone and played a game. You kept the volume down to try not to disturb the sleeping boys around you.

After a little while, you felt your eyelids getting heavy. The bumpiness of the road and the quiet but constant rambling from Jake in the front caused you to doze off. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy, each blink lasting longer than the last. You felt it as your head dipped forward, a sudden and embarrassing lurch that snapped you awake. A wave of heat rushed to your face as you straightened up, your eyes darting around the car, hoping that your dozing off had gone unnoticed. To your relief, Sunoo remained absorbed in his phone, his attention seemingly glued to the screen, while Sunghoon was completely still, his head leaning against the window in peaceful slumber.

You sighed, frustrated by the fact that you were already sleepy. The day had just started yet your body demanded rest. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit annoyed by your body's lack of energy.

Sunoo looked over with a raised eyebrow when he heard you sigh. He looked you over once as if trying to figure out why you sighed on his own before he reached up and gently guided your head to rest against his shoulder.

“You can rest y/n.” He murmured softly and without waiting for your response he continued to scroll on his phone.

“Thanks.” you whispered, the word barely audible. You allowed your eyelids to drift closed once more, the soft fabric of Sunoo's shirt a comforting contrast against your cheek.

There was a long period of silence as your mind drifted into rest mode, besides Jake's quiet rambling of course. You started to daydream about various things, letting unconsciousness take hold.

I can’t wait to play with you, babydoll.

An unbodied voice spoke into your head. The words it had spoken dripped with a possessive sweetness that twisted into something sharp and threatening. You mentally shook your head, the weird thought must've been a product of dozing off.

Then, another whisper, laced with cruel anticipation.

I can’t wait to make you fall apart in front of them.

The implication sent a shiver through you. Fall apart? In front of who? The other members? The thought of such vulnerability, exposed and raw before their gazes, was mortifying. Though you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. Many scenarios have come into your mind here and there after finding out that they liked you. Scenarios that would stay locked in the safe place of your consciousness.

Your eyes fluttered open. The car was still moving, and you weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for. You looked around but didn’t move. Everyone was still asleep. You instinctively held your breath, acutely aware of the weight of Sunoo’s head on yours and the soft strands of his hair brushing your cheek. You didn’t dare to move, not wanting to disrupt the fragile peace he seemed to have found.

You mentally shook off the disturbing thoughts, trying to ground yourself in the reality of the moment. It had just been a strange dream. You focused on the gentle pressure of Sunoo’s head against yours. A small smile touched your lips. Sunoo, of all of them, truly felt like a friend. He was your go-to for venting about the rollercoaster of dating, always armed with a sympathetic ear and a well-timed dose of gossip to distract you. He’d patiently listened to tales of disastrous dates, offering a comforting pat on the back when things went awry.

Unlike some of the other members, you didn’t often catch Sunoo stealing glances your way, and his interactions were usually absent of flirtatious undertones. Yet, despite this comforting platonic dynamic, Jungwon’s casual words from days ago lingered in the back of your mind.

Your eyes closed once more, trying to enjoy the rest before the start of a long day. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the gentle rise and fall of Sunoo’s chest beside you was soothing.

Can you stay quiet?

The intrusive voice shattered your peace once more, this time closer, more insistent. It felt like a physical presence inside your head, a cold finger pressing against your thoughts. Your heart lurched, and a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach. This wasn’t a dream. This was real.

Or am I going to have to make you stay quiet?

Your eyes snapped open, your gaze darting around the van. You strained to listen, to discern any sound or movement that might betray the source of the voice. But the van remained a picture of undisturbed slumber. Even Jake, who usually struggled to find comfort on long drives, seemed to be deeply asleep in the front passenger seat, his head leaning against the window.

You shifted slightly in your seat, the voice unsettling you, but you only moved a tiny bit, still being careful not to wake up Sunoo, his breath shuffling your hair gently.

A sudden gasp escaped your lips as a distinct pressure tightened around your thigh, an unmistakable sensation of a hand gripping it firmly. Your mind raced, trying to rationalize the feeling, but the air around you felt empty, void of any physical presence.

The voice, cold and commanding, echoed in your mind. Be quiet.

Your teeth clamped down on your lower lip and a deep breath shuddered through your lungs, doing little to calm the frantic beating of your heart. Doubt gnawed at you. Were you hallucinating? The impossibility of the situation was maddening. Who could be doing this? And how were they able to touch you without being seen?

The grip on your thigh intensified, followed by the sensation of soft lips pressing against the bare skin of your neck. A slow, deliberate kiss lingered there, sending a shiver of unease down your spine.

Barely daring to breathe, you whispered into the stillness, your voice hardly audible over the sounds of the van. "Who?" The question was directed into the empty space, a desperate plea for an explanation.

Hmm. It’s a secret doll. You’ll find out soon enough. The voice responded, although obviously not audible to anyone except you.

Instinctively, you leaned closer to Sunoo, seeking the comfort of his physical presence, a shield against the unseen tormentor. The gentle kissing transformed into insistent biting and licking, each caress sending jolts of heat surging through your veins. Your body betrayed your fear, responding with a confusing flicker of arousal. You were paralyzed, unable to voice a protest or even shift away, yet your body trembled subtly under the ministrations as unseen lips and teeth explored the sensitive curve of your neck, again and again.

A wave of heat pooled low in your abdomen, the stirrings of desire becoming undeniable. A flush crept up your cheeks, a potent mix of shame and arousal. A sudden wave of regret washed over you for your choice of attire. The short skirt now felt like a vulnerability, an open invitation to the unseen hands that tormented and thrilled you both the same. You squeezed your legs together tightly, an attempt to regain control, to conceal the physical evidence of your body’s response to whoever was messing with you.

Just as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you completely, Sunoo shifted above you, groaning softly before pushing himself up into a sitting position. The sudden movement broke the invisible spell. You instinctively sat up as well, your heart pounding in your chest, and as you did, the phantom touches, the ghostly kisses, the suffocating pressure – all of it vanished as abruptly as it had begun, leaving behind only the lingering heat on your neck.

“You okay?” he said softly, his head tilted slightly as he turned to observe you closely. “You were shivering?” His brow was subtly creased, a hint of worry in his eyes.

“Oh…” you began, attempting a casual tone, “I think I’m just a bit cold.” The lie felt thin even to your own ears. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest, rubbing your hands up and down your arms in a theatrical display of trying to generate warmth, hoping the gesture would sell your lie.

Unexpectedly, Sunoo’s hand rose and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin as he tilted your face ever so slightly, directing your gaze towards his. The unexpected physical contact sent a jolt of surprise through you, a warmth unrelated to the way you were rubbing your arms.

“You’re flushed,” he stated matter-of-factly, his eyes now focused intently on your face, his touch lingering.

“I—,” you stammered, your mind blank, completely unprepared for his directness and the intimacy of the moment.

Sunoo’s gaze remained locked on yours, a silent question in his eyes as he patiently waited for some kind of explanation. But your mind was a whirlwind, unable to formulate a coherent response. All you could do was stare back, caught in the magnetic pull of his stare. In that moment, despite your inner turmoil, you couldn’t help but admire the genuine concern etched on his breathtaking features. His eyes were so kind, so earnest as they watched you, and the proximity, the feel of his hand on your cheek, only intensified the heat rising in your face.

His brows furrowed a fraction deeper, a subtle indication of his confusion at your continued silence and lack of a reasonable explanation.

“Tell me if you’re not feeling well,” he said once more, his voice retaining its gentle tone.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you insisted, forcing a shaky smile. “I really think I’m just cold.” Another flimsy layer of deception.

Just as the uncomfortable silence threatened to stretch further, a welcome interruption arrived. The van came to a smooth stop as the driver’s voice announced, “Alright everyone, we’ve arrived.”

A wave of relief washed over you. You offered a silent, fervent thank you to whatever higher power might be listening for this timely intervention. Finally, an escape. You could get out of the close confines of the van, and away from whatever the fuck had just happened.

The boys grumbled as they woke to the sound of the van doors opening and managers calling out for them.

“Wake up, sleepy heads, we've got a show to do.” You heard Jungwon call from outside. It wasn’t surprising how quickly he had gotten out of the van, he was typically the first one out at all of their events. You figured he must not have napped like the others.

Sunghoon, who was awake now, reached over once more like before and unclipped your seatbelt. The ever-present flirtatious glint still flickering in his eyes.

“Ladies first,” he announced loud enough for the other members to hear him, motioning for you to exit the van before them.

You offered him a grateful nod, pushing yourself into a crouch to navigate the low roof of the van. You were acutely aware of the limited space and the awkward angle, knowing how much of your legs would be visible from behind as you bent low to avoid hitting your head.

As you carefully maneuvered past Ni-ki and Heeseung, who were just beginning to stir, a sudden tug at your skirt stopped you short. The unexpected motion lifted the fabric, exposing the lacy red material of your panties to the drowsy eyes behind you. A small, involuntary squeak escaped your lips, your cheeks instantly flaming with mortification. You staggered forward, stumbling in your haste to pull your skirt back down, nearly pitching face-first out of the van.

"Woah." A surprised voice echoed from just outside the doorway, and a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around your waist, catching you before you could fall. It was Jay, his grip firm and steady.

"You good?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he held you upright, his eyes quickly scanning you to make sure you hadn't been hurt.

As the remaining members slowly filtered out of the van, the heat in your face intensified. You offered a shaky nod, but your embarrassment was consuming. You briefly rested your forehead against his chest, hoping this could somehow rewind the last few seconds, but the reality of the situation burned in your mind.

Jay remained silent, his arms still loosely around you, waiting patiently for you to lift your head. He didn't pry or question, a small act of consideration that you appreciated more than words could say.

Wearing lacy panties to our concert? You must be desperate for our attention, hmm?

The voice taunted in your head. It was true; beneath your skirt, you had chosen to wear your favorite silky, red lace underwear. It wasn't a deliberate ploy for attention, not exactly. It was more about a personal indulgence, a small secret that made you feel a touch more feminine and put-together around the boys.

You lifted your head and turned around to look at the boys who had come out of the van, determined to figure out who was doing this. Who was messing with your head and causing such a scene in front of everyone else.

Heeseung was the first to meet your gaze. A subtle smirk played on his lips, a knowing glint in his eyes. Then came Sunghoon, his expression more reserved, one eyebrow arching in silent curiosity. You mentally ran through the possibilities. Could it have been Heeseung? He possessed a certain playful confidence, but something about his demeanor felt a touch too… obvious. He wasn’t typically the type to share with others. What about Sunghoon? He was often full of surprises, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that if he had this kind of power he would have already shown you.

Your gaze drifted towards Ni-ki, who seemed to be actively avoiding your eyes. A noticeable flush crept up his neck and painted his cheeks a deep crimson. Could it have been him?

Finally, Sunoo was the last to step out of the van. His reaction was immediate and earnest. He rushed towards you, his brow furrowed with concern. “Are you okay? Did you fall?” he asked, his voice laced with worry as you pulled away from Jay’s comforting hold.

“I think so,” you replied, forcing a reassuring smile to your lips. “But it’s okay, I’m fine.”

“As long as you’re okay,” Sunoo said, a visible breath of relief escaping his lips. Jay, still close by, nodded in agreement, his eyes still holding a hint of lingering concern.

“If you’re not feeling well or something, just tell us,” Jay added, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We can get our manager to take you home if you need.”

“Oh! No! I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” you exclaimed, waving your hands in front of you to emphasize your point. “I’m really okay, I just tripped!”

Jay maintained eye contact for a second longer, his expression suggesting he wasn't entirely convinced by your explanation. However, he eventually offered a small nod and shifted his gaze over to Sunoo, who was still standing close by.

“Head on in with Sunoo, the rest of us need to grab our bags. Sunoo, I’ll grab yours too if you don’t mind showing y/n where to go.” Jay’s voice was relaxed as he gently steered you towards the younger boy with a light push on your back.

You were immensely grateful for the discreet location of the venue’s bus parking area. It was completely closed off from public view, meaning there was no need to worry about the prying eyes of fans catching you in this slightly awkward moment and potentially starting unwanted rumors.

Sunoo reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. He offered a bright smile and playfully led you forward towards a nearby door.

“I’m quite happy today, y/n,” Sunoo spoke up as he guided you inside, a slight skip noticeable in his step.

“Oh? I’m so glad you’re happy!” you replied, returning his smile even though his back was to you.

He turned his head slightly, his smile widening. “I’m just happy you’re here.” He then turned fully to face you as he continued walking backward. “I really hope you have a great time today!”

You continued to follow Sunoo as he pointed out the locations of important doors and facilities. He made sure to show you where the restrooms were and even indicated a discreet corner where you could grab a snack if you needed. He then gestured in the general direction of the backstage area, before finally leading you to the green room, the designated space where the boys would be preparing for their upcoming performance.

You weren’t all that shocked to see their stylists and makeup artists already here, but they stood up and greeted you and Sunoo as you came into the room.

The other boys weren’t too far behind you, as you could hear their chattering amongst themselves from behind you.

“You can hang out on the couch for now!” Sunoo spoke up, pointing towards the now-empty couch where the stylists had been sitting, sipping on their coffees and chatting amongst themselves while waiting for the boys to arrive.

Once all the boys had made it into the room, they took their seats, and the managers went over the schedule for the day. Rehearsals, makeup, pre-show live, then the concert, it didn’t seem like too much, but you knew it was more than meets the eye. You knew that these days were the ones that wore the boys out the most.

The stage lights were bright against the boys as they rehearsed for the show tonight. You watched them all with a sense of pride from your seat in the otherwise empty arena as they ran through some of their more difficult songs. Despite your attempts to remain inconspicuous, your gaze seemed to draw their attention, and you couldn't deny the flutter in your chest every time one of them flicked their eyes towards the front of the stage. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the view.

Most of the members were in tank tops and sweatpants. Their arms flexing, muscles exposed and loose pants leaving little to the imagination as they danced.

Like what you see, doll? Are you getting turned on just watching us dance?

The voice cut through the momentary lull as the members paused, waiting for the technical crew to fine-tune the lighting.

The unexpected intimacy of the question sent a jolt through you. Your breath hitched, a gasp escaping your lips before you could suppress it. Your eyes darted across the stage, scrutinizing each face. Yet, every one of the boys remained absorbed in their own conversations or stretches, not a single glance directed your way.

"Which one of you is teasing me like this?" you murmured, the words barely audible. You hoped that the nearby stagehands, engrossed in their adjustments, hadn't overheard you.

There was only a laugh in response before the opening chords of their next song filled the arena, signaling the resumption of their rehearsal.

You let out a frustrated huff, the playful teasing, coupled with the inability to pinpoint the culprit, was proving to be more irritating than amusing. You leaned back in your seat, your eyes narrowed slightly as you watched them dance, now determined to uncover the source of the mysterious voice.

After the rehearsal ended, the boys broke off for lunch. Unfortunately, their manager was strict about letting you go with them during this time, as they were worried about fans or just the boys getting too distracted, so you decided to eat some food you had packed in your bag and hang out in the green room.

There were still a few staff members lingering around in the green room so it was a bit awkward since you were a bit shy and didn’t know how to start a conversation with them. So after you ate, you threw away your trash and headed out into the hallway to use the bathroom.

Where are you going, pretty?

Annoyance flickered through you. "Wouldn’t you like to know?" you retorted aloud, the words carrying a touch more sharpness than intended. You glanced around, but the hallway was empty.

Hmm. Got an attitude, do we?

"Well, maybe if you stopped messing with me," you huffed, rounding the corner, your pace quickening. The unseen presence was becoming irritating.

Are you that desperate already? the voice taunted, implication hanging heavy in the air.

"As if," you mumbled under your breath, a flush creeping up your neck. You tried to block out the intrusive voice, willing it to silence. It wasn't the teasing itself that bothered you but the mystery of the speaker.

Despite the rising frustration, you couldn't help the way your stomach tightened in anticipation every time the voice spoke. You were frustrated, yes, but curious just the same. .

The bathroom was just down the hallway on the left, but as you were walking focused on reaching your destination, a door on your right opened up on its own.

You stopped abruptly, your eyes drawn to the opening. It revealed a small meeting room, the interior shrouded in a dim light filtering weakly through a single window. You started to keep walking when something grabbed you by the arm and dragged you into the room. The door swung shut behind you with a soft thud, followed by the distinct click of a lock engaging. Your heart pounded in your chest. You spun around, scanning the dimly lit space, but the room was empty. There was no one to be seen.

You felt like you were going crazy, and you fought hard to ignore the rising panic that rushed through your veins. but you knew this had to be one of the boys. It wouldn’t make sense for this to be anything else.

“What are you doing?” You spoke up, your voice cutting through the otherwise silence of the room. You folded your arms tightly across your chest, the simple gesture offering a small semblance of control in a situation that was rapidly slipping from your grasp.

Come on, doll. I just wanted to play a bit. The voice, a suggestive murmur that seemed to slither through the very air, sent a shiver down your spine. You just couldn't place it, couldn't identify which of them it belonged to, only that it was undeniably present, close.

“Shouldn’t you be at lunch?” You shot back. Your eyes darted around the room, a frantic search for any presence, any clue for what was going on. However there was still only emptiness, void where there should have been someone.

My lunch is right here, is it not? The voice said with a laugh.

You blushed, cheeks becoming hot and turned towards the door to leave. You reached out for the handle, fingers grasping the cool metal. But just as you began to turn it, a sudden pressure clamped around your wrist. The grip was firm, undeniably real, and it spun you around with unexpected force.

Your back hit the door with a thud and you let out a small gasp when you felt a solid presence push against you. You could feel the distinct shape of his thigh as it slotted in between yours, effectively trapping you against the door. You could feel the warmth of his breath as it ghosted against your lips.

Hesitantly, you reached out a hand, your fingers brushing against a solid form in the empty space before you. You could feel him, the texture of his clothing rough beneath your fingertips, the heat emanating from his body. Yet, your eyes registered only the undisturbed darkness of the room. It was as if he existed just beyond the realm of sight, a tangible phantom. Sometimes, in the darkness, the space directly in front of you seemed to waver, to distort almost imperceptibly, but you quickly dismissed it as a trick of the light, perhaps your eyes playing tricks on you.

“Which one of you is doing this?” You breathed out, your voice only a whisper.

Just be patient. This is what makes it fun, no? The voice purred, a hint of amusement lacing the words.

You couldn't help but let out a short, exasperated huff, turning your face away from the direction where you knew, or at least strongly suspected, he stood.

Your small act of rebellion was met with the harsh pressure of his thigh pressing more forcefully in between yours and a sharp tug on your hair, which won the boy a surprised whine.

You’re so easy, babydoll. The words, spoken close to your ear, were a taunt.

You wanted to bite back, to tell him he was wrong. But you knew that he was right. Each of them possessed a certain undeniable charm, a potent allure that you were often powerless against. In the right circumstances, with the right touch, any single one of the boys could have you melting in their hands within a matter of moments.

I wanted to play a game with you before our show this evening. I think it will be quite fun.

The cool air of the empty room contrasted sharply with the sudden heat blooming across your skin as his lips pressed against the sensitive curve of your neck. The earlier encounter in the car replayed in your mind. His teeth grazed your skin, a sensation that sent a shiver down your spine before his mouth softened into a kiss. Your breath hitched as his fingertips slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. A soft whimper escaped your lips, a sound barely audible in the stillness. The darkness, the inability to see his face, heightened every other sensation, making each touch, each breath, feel intensely amplified. He continued his exploration, his hands now tracing the contours of your back, the small of your waist. He seemed to savor your quiet reactions, the subtle shifts in your breathing, the involuntary tremors that ran through you as his hands and mouth explored your skin. He did this for a few minutes, relishing in your quiet noises in the empty room.

Then, as suddenly as he had begun, his presence directly before you vanished. A moment of disorientation passed before you felt him again, his hands now gliding upwards along the sensitive skin of your thighs. Then a constellation of gentle kisses followed in their wake, each press of his lips sending shivers through your body. His hands continued their upward journey, slipping beneath the edge of your skirt. The delicate lace of your panties, resting against your hip bones, became the focus of his teasing fingertips. You realized he had shifted, now kneeling before you.

Should I eat you out, doll? Have you make a mess in your panties before our show? You know that some of them will be able to smell your arousal.

The thought was startling; it made sense, but it wasn’t something you had thought was possible. Yet, as the initial surprise faded, the idea of the boys finding out, the idea of perhaps igniting envy or jealousy, sparked a flame inside of you.

A defiant smirk touched your lips as you broke the silence, "And what about you?" you countered, tilting your head slightly. "How will you be able to keep your arousal hidden from your fans, huh? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for you to be hard like that on stage?" The question hung in the air, a mirror reflecting his own suggestion back at him, turning the tables in this intimate game of desire and control.

The voice laughed but didn’t give you an answer. There was a moment of silence before your phone dinged from your pocket. You pulled out your phone to see the following notification.

ENHYPEN started a LIVE: “Let's goooo!”

There was silence in the room before you opened the live. You expected to be able to tell who was fucking with you because surely they'd be missing from the live. Your eyebrows raised when you counted all seven of them as they cheerfully introduced themselves and began talking about today's concert. They weren’t in their stage outfits, but their makeup was flawless and they all seemed to glow. And their hair had been done, or at least started, as a few of them still had clips in their hair.

Are you surprised? The voice spoke again, fingers returning to your thighs and pressing upwards. Your legs trembled slightly at the contact.

“How are you doing this?” you asked, scanning the live closely for any signs of who this was. Any clues to give you some sort of idea, but nothing stuck out.

I am a man of many talents, babydoll. Now, come sit.

His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards a chair beside the table. You plopped into the chair, already knowing that you wouldn’t have much of a choice in the matter and propped your phone up on the table in front of you. You watched as all the members laughed and talked amongst each other, reading comments and interacting with fans.

You felt his presence appear behind you, you were now getting used to the shift in the atmosphere as he moved. He wrapped his slender fingers in your hair and pulled, allowing him to reach your neck again. His mouth pressed against the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its trail. He kissed your neck slowly, and you struggled to stay focused between the live and his actions. Then his hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air slightly. Surprised, you reached up your hand to his, but the action of dominance only turned you on. His other hand reached forward, grasping your chest over your shirt. You looked down and watched as the fabric moved with his touch, but nothing was there. Then you watched as the fabric of your shirt lifted, exposing the lacey fabric of your bra.

You wore such pretty panties and a pretty bra, too? Is our little princess a slut? Almost as if you wished this would happen, huh?

The pet name came out with a sarcastic bite, almost as if he was teasing you for Sunghoon calling you a princess earlier today. A soft moan escaped your lips as the pressure of his hands around your throat tightened, the sensation making you feel lightheaded. Then his free hand slipped into your bra, and his fingers found and roughly pinched your nipple. You gasped, an intense jolt shocked through you, the feeling a good mix of pleasure and pain.

After a moment, he released his hand from around your throat and slid his other hand into your bra, joining the first one to circle and play with your nipples. You felt his breath against your neck as he stood behind you. The live continued on the table in front of you, yet still everything seemed normal, a contrast to the intimacy you were experiencing at the same time. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder.

“Why won't you tell me who you are?” You whispered, quiet moans slipping out afterward as his fingers continued their assault on your nipples.

I’ve already given you a hint, but if you really want to know, it will have its consequences.

You contemplated what he could mean by this. You couldn’t think of anything that could be too bad of an outcome. There were many vague possibilities but you thought, what was the worst that could happen anyway?

“Tell me.” You insisted, urging him to answer you as his fingers continued to play with your hardened nipples.

He chuckled quietly before his presence disappeared from behind you. After a moment, he appeared again, except now in front of you. Then you felt the warmth of his hands as they settled once more on your thighs, sending a new wave of shivers across your already sensitive skin.

Tell me if it becomes too much, doll. I would never want to hurt you.

His voice was gentle as he reassured you, but his hands were a silent contradiction to his words as he grasped your thighs harshly. You jumped at the sudden action, biting your lip to stop from making a startled noise.

His touch was deliberate, his hands pulled your legs apart, slowly exposing the delicate lace of your panties to him from under your skirt. Heat rushed to your face as his fingers slowly teased up your legs, and you could feel warm presses of his mouth against the skin following in the wake of his fingers. You couldn’t help but spread your legs more as he moved closer and closer to your arousal, a subconscious invitation to the boy in front of you.

You heard a quiet hum of possessive satisfaction from between your legs as you gave him access to you. A whimper escaped your lips as his fingers dragged slowly over the fabric of the silk barrier of your panties. The friction ignited you, and you arched slightly towards him, a silent plea for more.

So pretty for us, aren't you? You want to show them how good you are?

His voice teased you before you felt his fingers slide around to your hips and they began to pull your panties down. You lifted your hips to allow them to fall off around your ankles, and he lifted your legs and dropped them off to the side.

It was overwhelming when you first felt his tongue brush against your heat. You gasped and leaned your head back, the pleasure rushing in waves through your body. He was quick to please you, it was almost as if he had been waiting impatiently for this moment despite all his teasing. His tongue lapped against you, quickly and easily finding your clit. You arched your hips towards him, your body craving more of his touch. Moans slipped from your mouth over and over, although you tried to keep them quiet, as in the back of your mind, you knew getting caught here would be quite an issue.

Suddenly a sharp, deliberate clearing of a throat sliced through the air, the noise seemed strained, like it was meant to catch someone's attention. You opened your eyes and remembered that the boys were still live on your phone. It was Heeseung; he was looking straight into the camera, arms folded over his chest, but a slight smirk trailed across his face.

You wondered why he was making that kind of face and whose attention he was trying to grab. Then you wondered if you'd be able to tell who was eating you out. You could recall brief pauses, moments that he must have been speaking during the live broadcast. But your thoughts were quickly distracted when the boy’s tongue found your clit once more. You let out a lewd whine at the pleasure. You watched the live through hooded eyes. The members seemed restless. Jay’s legs were tightly crossed, and a faint flush bloomed across Ni-ki’s cheeks.

The boy below you paused for a moment.

Do you see the effect you have on them, Doll?

You felt heat creep up your neck as the implications of his words.

“W-What do you mean?” you whispered. Your gaze flickered back to the live stream, this time noticing the subtle adjustments in their postures, how it seemed like all of them were sitting in ways that would potentially hide their arousal.

I told you, knowing who I am would have its consequences. He chuckled. They can hear you and all your pretty noises. He paused, the air thick with anticipation. And now I’m going to let them hear how good I can make you feel.

You didn’t have much time to process everything before you felt his fingers push into you and his tongue finding its place once more. You couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling. His slender fingers worked into you easily, stealing your breath at the immediate bliss you felt.

The fact that the boys could hear your reactions, your pleasure, turned you on. Even though you were quite shy and had never been in a situation like this, you couldn't deny the intoxicating pull of knowing that you seemed to affect all of them. You didn’t mind it at all. In fact, you reveled in the idea of the influence you had over them.

You could tell you were getting close as the boy's fingers thrust into you and his tongue worked against your clit. Moans, and whimpers escaped your lips, each sound a testament to the sensations building within you. You let the lewd noises fall from your mouth, the idea that they could hear you, encouraging you to let them flow naturally.

The live was coming to an end, and the boys were saying their goodbyes. You so desperately wanted to watch them react as you came, their eyes widening as the waves of your climax crashed over you, but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. Your gaze remained fixed on the screen, a silent plea for them to stay for just a moment longer. You watched as the screen went dark and the live feed stopped.

The boy below you seemed to be able to be more focused now, although you were still unsure who it was. That was until you looked down and watched as a blonde-haired boy appeared on his knees before you and looked up at you through thick eyelashes. He had appeared in what almost seemed like a mist that dissipated before your eyes, leaving the boy behind in its place.

“Sunoo?!” you squeaked, surprised.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, a slow, knowing smirk played on his lips as his head dipped back between your legs. Your hands reached down almost instinctively into his hair, your orgasm approaching quickly now, surging forward with a violent intensity now that you knew who had been tormenting you all day.

“Fuck–” you cursed, the pleasure you were feeling was overwhelming now that you could actually see who it was, now that you could truly touch him and see him.

Sunoo’s fingers curled inside of you, quickly pushing you over the edge. Your breath hitched before turning into a ragged moan as you started to cum. “Sunoo,” you gasped, his name a broken plea, which earned you a contented hum. Your legs trembled, bucking slightly, but Sunoo held you firmly in place as he continued the pace.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, and you whined, overstimulation causing you to shake. But he didn't stop; his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer to him. Your head dropped back as you tried to pull away from him, the feeling overwhelming.

“Sun–sunoo please–” you begged, fingers tightening in his hair as you tried to pull him away from you.

He kept going until he was pulling desperate, incoherent whines from you, and your body shook relentlessly.

He eventually let you go, and he leaned back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his breathing still ragged, before raking his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Good girl,” he murmured, a satisfied smile on his face. Then he stood, stretching his long limbs before he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“This was you all along?” you breathed out, slumping back into the chair and looking around for your panties.

Sunoo simply smiled, a picture of innocent charm. His eyes crinkled into familiar little crescents that always seemed so disarming and kind. How could that same sweet face harbor such a sadistic and secretive intent?

He shifted, a sudden movement that broke your thoughts, “I have to go,” he announced, almost regretful. “But I'll see you later, pretty! Thanks for playing with me.~” He said with a lilt before he leaned over, kissed you quickly on the mouth, and then disappeared right before your eyes. You stared at the spot where he had stood, your mind still struggling to grab everything that had just happened.

Now that you were alone, you found your panties and put them back on. You smoothed down your clothes and picked up your phone, the screen lighting up to find several missed text messages.

Hoon: “wow princess, playing without me?”

Heeseung: “Mmm, cute.”

Jakey: “Hope you're still coming to the show… I really want to see you.”

Your face was hot. They really had heard everything. Every gasp, every moan. You shook your head slightly, trying to ground yourself, and then headed to the door, peeking out to make sure no one was in the hallway and finally making your way to the bathroom. You cleaned up and made yourself more presentable and not like someone had just made you cum in a random office.

You looked at your phone as you walked back to the green room, it was already time for the boys to be getting dressed and soundcheck would be starting soon.

The concert was amazing, they all did so well, and they looked great. They knew where you were, so they made an effort to wave to you and give you unnecessary fanservice. Yet, amidst the dazzling smiles and practiced interactions with fans, distraction seemed to flicker in their eyes at times. A subtle shift in focus, a momentary lapse in their otherwise unwavering stage presence. You wondered if they were thinking about you and what happened just as much as you couldn’t help but be thinking about them.

After the show, the backstage green room felt like a different world, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the stage. The air was thick with anticipation, your own nerves a tangled knot in your stomach. You would be lying if you said you weren’t anxious about seeing them after what had happened this afternoon.

Jay came in first, his entrance a welcome wave of calm that he always managed to carry so well. He smiled at you, kind and reassuring in a way that quickly ease your nervous tension.

“How was it?” He asked, flopping onto the couch with a sigh and grabbing a bottle of water.

Heeseung and Sunghoon followed, their voices a low murmur as they continued a conversation that had started before they entered.

“It was amazing, you guys did wonderfully.” You managed a smile in response to Jay, your words tumbling out slightly faster than you intended.

Heeseung nodded briefly, hearing your praise, “I agree, It was a good show tonight.”

With a burst of loud laughter, the door swung open, shattering the calmness of the room just moments before. Ni-ki and Jake tumbled into the room. Ni-ki, his finger pointed accusingly at Jake, was doubled over with laughter. “Your voice definitely cracked!”

Jake’s immediate denial was equally vehement, punctuated by a light punch to Ni-ki’s shoulder. “It did not! You’re lying!” his voice was a bit of a whine.

When they realised you were standing there, they both quieted down quickly. Ni-ki’s face flushed red as he turned away, busying himself with his bag, his excitement gone.

“Y/n…” Jake started, his voice quieter, before he walked up to you.

“You did a great job today, Jake.” You responded, unconsciously taking a small step back at the unexpected proximity and intensity of his gaze.

He just smiled in response before he closed the remaining space between you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off your feet in a tight, unexpected hug.

“Oh–” you managed, a small squeak escaping your lips, completely caught off guard by the sudden embrace, but you hugged him back, his hug easing more of the anxious tension in your body.

“I’m really glad you're here,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a tingle down your spine. He held you like this for a moment longer than necessary before he reluctantly placed you back down on the ground, his gaze still locked on you.

“We all are,” a soft voice echoed from behind him. You turned to see Sunoo leaning against the doorframe, a gentle smile gracing his lips as his eyes met yours.

A blush crept up your neck and warmed your cheeks under their combined gazes. But the tension that had ignited the air in the room quickly dissipated as the door swung open and their manager walked in, rushing the boys to leave and head to the vans.

You trailed after the group as they made their way out of the venue and towards the waiting vans that would take them back to the dorm. A nagging feeling tugged at your mind as you scanned the group. Jungwon was nowhere to be seen. But your concern was just as quickly forgotten as a playful fight broke out near the van. Jake, with a mischievous grin, shoved a protesting Sunghoon out of the way so he could get into the van first.

Sunghoon then took Jake’s old spot in the front with the driver. Shaking his head in annoyance as he plopped down in the seat.

When you stepped into the van you remembered this morning when Sunoo had caused you to flash everyone, and you wondered if he was going to try to pull a similar stunt. Thankfully, he didn’t.

You found your place in the back once more this time in between Sunoo and an overly cheerful Jake who had stolen Sunghoon’s spot.

You clicked your seatbelt into place and sighed, a sense of fatigue hitting you from the long day. You knew the boys must feel similarly, if not more so, after a long and strenuous performance.

This time, Sunoo was the one with his eyes closed. You wondered if his powers were tiresome and if he had worn himself out on top of their concert.

You looked over to Jake, who turned to meet your glance when he noticed you watching him.

“You can rest on me if you’re tired y/n.” He smiled, patting his shoulder.

“Thanks Jake.” You replied, and you allowed yourself to lean into him, his warmth easing you into a comfortable doze as the vans took off towards the dorms.

You woke up just before the vans pulled up to the dorms, Jake was dozing too, his hand resting on your thigh a little higher than what would normally be considered appropriate and his head leaning backwards against the headrest. You couldn’t help but wonder why he was so clingy all of a sudden, but you really didn’t mind.

Everyone slowly trickled out of the vans, thanking the managers and grabbing their bags before heading inside. You lingered, watching as the boys headed into the dorm. Being the last one in, you were met with a haphazard heap of shoes left in a chaotic mess at the door. You nudged the scattered shoes into some sort of order, creating a pathway so no one tripped coming in or leaving.

Everyone was now doing their own thing, some headed into their bedrooms, eager to unpack or change into comfortable clothes. Some headed into the common areas, ready to just go ahead and relax without worrying about unpacking their things. The promise of a day off tomorrow hung in the air.

The quiet was broken by Ni-ki. He leaned against the doorframe of the living room, a playful glint in his eyes.”I think we should have a tournament,” He announced. ”I’m in the mood to get first place.” His tone was provacative, an obvious tactic to try and get the other guys to join him.

Jay, who had already made himself comfortable on the couch let out a laugh. “You literally suck at games dude,” he retorded. He was already dressed for comfort, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Bet?” Ni-ki challenged, his eyes locking onto the older member. Without waiting for Jay’s response, he reached for a PlayStation controller, switching on the console. He then tossed the second controller to Jay before settling down beside him on the floor, his gaze already fixed on the loading screen.

You shook your head and smiled at their familiar banter before heading into the kitchen. You knew the boys needed to eat, so you opened the freezer to see what you could throw in the oven for them to snack on. There wasn’t much, but you decided that the frozen pizzas would have to do. You were a bit too worn out to make anything more complex, and you knew the boys would honestly eat anything.

Heeseung had quietly slipped away to take a shower. A long, hot shower was one of his preferred methods of relaxing and unwinding. The sound of the water running could soon be heard from down the hall. Sunghoon and Jake, drawn by the unfolding drama, had joined the other two in the living room, opting to join in on their video game tournament.

Sunoo, however, had already gone into his room, and the door was closed. You were unsure if he planned on coming back out or not this evening.

“Hey.” The soft sound came from behind you as you slipped the frozen pizzas into the oven, the heat warming your face before you closed the door. You turned around to find Jungwon standing just inside the kitchen. He seemed stiff and his posture awkward, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond you.

“Hi Wonnie, you okay?” you asked, concerned, “I didn’t see you after the show.” You took a step forward, instinctively wanting to close the distance between you and your best friend. Jungwon was usually so vibrant and full of energy after a performance, but now he seemed strangely subdued, almost… troubled.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just– I needed to talk with the manager and ended up going to the vans right away.” His reply was short, and he still wouldn't meet your gaze. He shifted his weight, hands disappearing into the pockets of his sweatpants, the fabric pulling tightly against his thighs.

You offered him a soft, reassuring smile, hoping to break through this strange barrier Jungwon had created. You took a step forward, stepping into his personal space. You slipped your arms between his arms and his sides, wrapping them around his torso in a warm embrace. For a moment, you felt his body tense beneath your touch, a reaction of surprise or perhaps resistance. Then, with a soft sigh that you felt more than heard, his muscles relaxed. He pulled his hands out from his pockets, his own arms circling your back, his chin resting gently on the top of your head.

“You did such a great job today Won.” you murmured quietly, closing your eyes and leaning into the familiar warmth of his body. The subtle scent of his cologne filled your senses, a comforting smell you had since associated with the feeling of home. A scent that always calmed your nerves and made you feel safe.

“Thank you y/n. I am always happy when you’re around.” He replied, his voice soft. You both stood in comfortable silence for a few moments before you released him, your hands resting briefly against the soft fabric at his waist before reluctantly falling back to your sides.

He seemed a bit more relaxed now, although still a bit awkward, his eyes still avoiding yours. “I just– It’s hard too–,” Jungwon began, the words catching in his throat. His brow furrowed in concentration as he visibly wrestled with trying to find the words he wanted to say. He opened his mouth, closed it, then shifted his weight again, still obviously bothered by something.

“Hyung!” Ni-ki’s voice echoed from the living room, the shout slicing throught the tense atmosphere in the kitchen “We are waiting on you! Hurry up!”

‘Ah.. Coming!” He shouted back as he glanced over his shoulder towards the living room. Turning his attention back to you, his expression softened slightly, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. “I guess I need to join them,” he said, a small, lopsided smile gracing his lips. Then he turned and headed into the living room, leaving you alone with the sense of unspoken words heavy in the air.

You leaned forward against the island, peering into the living room and watching as the boys argued and laughed amongst themselves as Jungwon joined them.

Finally. I want to finish what I started earlier today. The unbodied voice, one you now recognized as belonging to Sunoo, resonated directly within your mind. His voice was laced with desire, sending a shiver tracing its way down your spine. The air in the kitchen suddenly felt charged, electric.

You jolted, having not expected a voice to be so close to you, since, to the naked eye, you were alone in the kitchen.

“Sunoo, I have to wait for the pizza to finish,” you whispered in reply, a teasing lilt in your voice. You couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of your mouth.

Suddenly, you felt his presence press against your back, not with physical weight, but with a distinct sense of nearness, a warm, insistent pressure that pushed you gently against the cool, unyielding surface of the kitchen counter. The unexpected proximity, the feeling of his intangible form molding itself against the contours of your body, sent a rush of heat flooding through you, starting in the pit of your stomach and spreading rapidly through your limbs. Your breath hitched, and the playful smirk faded, replaced by a flush that warmed your cheeks. The task of waiting for pizza suddenly felt charged with an entirely different kind of anticipation.

We have enough time. You just have to be quiet Doll.

Your skin tingled at the implications of his words, and you gasped when you felt his hips roll against you from behind. His cock was hard against you as he rutted against you again.

You felt his hands glide up against the back of your thighs, his fingernails slightly scratching your skin, before slowly pushing the fabric of your skirt up over your ass.

“Sunoo!” you hissed quietly, not wanting to alert the rowdy boys distracted by their game in the living room. “We can’t–,” your response was interrupted by the feeling of his fingers rubbing your heat through your underwear.

Sure we can; they’re preoccupied. I know you can be quiet, can't you? He replied as his fingers continued to touch you teasingly. You could tell he had no intention of stopping his actions unless you clearly told him too.

“And if we get caught?” you whispered, eyes fluttering closed. The feeling of arousal coursing through you as his fingers continued to tease you.

Then you might have some other problems that need to be taken care of I suppose. Not that I would mind watching, honestly.

You shuddered at the thought of being caught and arousing the other guys once again today.

The realization of your own magnetic pull on them was intoxicating, a mix of power and vulnerability that kept you teetering on the edge of being caught, a dangerous game you found yourself increasingly drawn to playing.

You leaned forward, giving Sunoo more access to you, and he took this opportunity to slide your panties to the side. Your skin turned hot when you felt his cock side up and down your heat, a motion that was almost too easy due to how aroused you already were. He teased you like this for a moment, the head of his cock sending a jolt through you everytime it slid against your clit.

Such a good girl. You felt him whisper against your ear as he began to push into you. You bit your lip harshly, doing everything you could to hold back the noises that so desperately wanted to escape.

Sunoo was slow, he took his time pushing into you with ease until he bottomed out.

You couldn’t help the tiny whine that escaped your lips at the feeling of being full, his cock twitching inside of you in response. Thankfully, the boys in the living room were too caught up in their game to notice anything happening in the room behind them.

Sunoo’s hands grabbed onto your hips, fingers pressing into your skin as he slowly fucked you. It was torturous, the feeling of his length sliding almost completely out of you, then slowly filling you back up. The worst part, is that he never really sped up, he continued to fuck you slowly, seemingly wanting to memorize every inch of inside of you. Your knuckles were white as you clenched your fists on top of the marble island, probably as white as Sunoo’s knuckles were, considering the way he was holding your hips.

He wouldn’t let you move, he simply fucked you as he wanted. He ignored you every time you tried to push back against him, only holding you against the island harder. You wondered if he was edging himself, if the slowness wasn’t torture for him the way it was for you. Nonetheless, your legs shook underneath you at the pleasure his actions created inside of you.

After a few minutes of this, Sunoo pulled you back a bit until you were leaning over, elbows resting on the island.

So pretty like this baby, letting me take you as I want, wherever I want. He praised, the view of you being bent over like this only spurring him on.

He took one arm and wrapped it around your waist, holding you steady, while the other arm reached around you and his hand dipped into the front of your panties. His fingers quickly found your clit, sliding over it again and again with practiced ease.

You couldn’t help but drop your head forward, gaze now staring at the island underneath you instead of watching out for anyone getting up in the living room. You were panting a bit, doing everything in your power to stay quiet, although tiny whimpers still found their way out with every particularly deep thrust, the head of his cock grazing against your cervix.

You trust me y/n? Sunoo said suddenly and you could hear just how fucked out he was in his voice. You nodded, head still tilted down towards the island below you. Sunoo suddenly picked up the pace, and his arm around your waist tightened.

“Y/n?” You heard from in front of you, and an icy chill ran down your spine. You had been caught.

Suddenly, before you could even react, Sunoo’s hand, which had been steady at your waist, shot upwards, covering your mouth with surprising force. He hauled you backwards, flush against him as he continued to fuck you without even a moment of pause, his fingers still working as best as they could from this position.

In front of you was Jungwon, standing at the edge of the island opposite you. You trembled as his gaze bore into you, unwavering and intense. Heat flooded your cheeks, a blush that spread rapidly across your face and down your neck. You couldn't tell if you were embarrassed about being caught, or aroused by the fact that your best friend was now watching you. You subconsciously tightened around Sunoo’s causing him to grunt quietly.

Fuck— you like him watching you huh? Sunoo breathed into your ear.

Slut. The word stung, the degradation catching you off guard. You whimpered into his hand that was still tight across your mouth in response.

“Has anyone seen y/n?” Jungwon asked, turning away from you and looking back into the living room. He was met with a chorus of shrugs and no’s.

You heard Sunoo chuckle before he released his hand from your mouth and put it back around your waist. You looked down, trying to understand why Jungwon had pretended like you weren't there. Then you saw it, the almost imperceptible shimmer in the air around you, the way the light seemed to distort slightly at your edges. Just like Sunoo, you were somehow, impossibly, invisible.

Then, before you could even process this fact, Sunoo suddenly bent you over harshly, and your chest and cheek were met with the coolness of the marble island. He changed his pace; what was once slow and sensual was now rough and aggressive. His hand pressed into your back, holding you in place against the island as he fucked you, his fingers picking up their pace on your swollen clit.

You bit your lip, even though Jungwon couldn’t see you, you didn’t know if he’d be able to hear you, and he was still standing near the edge of the kitchen.

You were getting close now, the faster pace and Sunoo’s fingers against your clit were pushing you closer and closer. You could hear Sunoo’s labored breathing, so you knew he was getting close too.

Fuck– taking you in front of them and they don’t even know it. It’s so fucking hot y/n. Sunoo whispered, his hand resting on your back, clenched around the fabric of your shirt. And you are being so good aren’t you babydoll? The sudden praise sent a fresh jolt of electricity through your already sensitized nerves.

A small nod was all you could manage, your head swimming with the dizzying nearness of your orgasm.

“Sunoo…” you whispered as quietly as you could, “close…”

I know, me too. His reply was immediate, his pace quickening even more, each thrust becoming more and more urgent. You have to stay quiet, let's not disturb the boys, hmm?

His fingers circled your clit harshly as his tempo became sloppy. You reached up to cover your own mouth as your orgasm quickly approached. You looked up, watching as the boys in the room had no idea this was happening behind them, and the thought combined with Sunoo’s strong thrusts tipped you over the edge.

You pressed your hand tightly against your mouth, and your eyes shut and rolled back as you came. Your legs shook as you tightened around Sunoo’s cock, effectively pushing him closer to the edge. He fucked you through it, doing his best to hold his own orgasm back until he couldn’t any longer. He pulled out of you, and turned you around to face him. You watched as he materialized before you, his own cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He lifted your skirt and pulled your panties away from your body before cumming onto the lacey material.

After he was finished, he let the elastic fabric of the waistband snap back against your skin effectively trapping his cum against your still throbbing pussy. The act was surprisingly lewd, and you couldn’t help but blush at the feeling of his cum soaking your panties along with yours.

I would have cum inside you if I had the option too. But I also dont think my bandmates would appreciate me cumming on the kitchen floor you know? He shrugged, a knowing and sinister smirk on his face. You could see through his excuses. He just wanted you to figure out how to deal with your soaking panties without getting caught.

He helped you fix your clothes and pushed the stray pieces of your hair behind your ear before kissing you on the cheek and disappearing again. You looked down at yourself and realized you were visible again, too. You shook your head in disbelief, the events from today had all been so much. Just as you were trying to collect your thoughts, trying to process everything that had happened, the oven beeped, signaling that the long-forgotten pizza was finally done.

You turned to look around, realizing that Jungwon had found his seat again in the living room. You took a step forward towards the oven, but your legs shook as you tried to move, giving you the appearance of a newborn deer.

“Fuck,” you whispered, a mix of frustration and amusement, and you couldn’t help but laugh. How on earth were you supposed to make a graceful exit while battling legs that felt as though they had just completed a hike up a mountain without any prior conditioning?

You cautiously walked towards the oven, using the island as a crutch, then you carefully took out the pizzas and set them on the counter. Thankfully, you had been smart enough to leave the pizza cutter out, so you cut the pizzas into slices for the boys. They could figure out how to share and get their slices themselves. A deep breath filled your lungs, a conscious effort to regain composure. You needed to leave before anyone noticed you were acting differently.

You slowly walked towards the living room, the wetness of your panties causing your face to remain a very noticeable shade of red. You were trying to sneak out, maybe that would be the best option to get out of the dorm.

Just as you had mentally mapped out your escape route, a single foot past the couch, a voice cut through the room, “Y/n, are you leaving?” You winced slightly, hoping you would have at least made it to your shoes before being noticed. The voice belonged to Jake, and as you turned to face him, his expression was one of sadness, his eyes mirroring those of a dejected puppy.

“Yeah, the pizza is ready, though! You guys make sure to eat, and I'll see you soon.” You said in a rush, awkwardly bending over to try and put on your shoes. Your legs trembled as you were bent over tying the laces.

Suddenly, another pair of legs entered your immediate view. Someone else had joined you near the entryway, also intent on putting on their shoes. Your gaze drifted downward, noting the slender fingers tying the laces of what looked like well-worn boots. "I'm gonna walk you home. It's late." Jake announced, his voice adamant.

While you appreciated the gesture, you hadn't anticipated an escort, especially not Jake. Straightening up, you plastered a reassuring smile on your face, hoping to dissuade him. "It's really okay Jake! You don't have to," you insisted, trying to sound convincing.

Jake, however, remained unmoved. He simply shook his head, a gentle but firm denial. Before you could protest further, he reached for your hand, his touch warm against your skin. He then turned and opened the door, leading you out into the cool night air.

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye!” You laughed as you watched him reach back to lock the door behind him.

"Oops," Jake responded simply. He gave a slight shrug, his eyes twinkling in the dim light before he tightened his grip on your hand once more and gently pulled you along the sidewalk.

You fell into a comfortable silence, allowing him to lead the way. Jake had always been sweet, and his flirtatious nature was something you had grown accustomed to. However, this sudden protectiveness, this almost insistent need to walk you home, felt different. It was a level of clinginess you hadn't experienced with him before.

The walk home was mostly quiet; you could tell Jake was nervous about something, but he continued to hold your hand as you walked. You didn’t mind because you were mostly focused on trying to keep your legs steady.

A few minutes passed and as you approached your apartment, Jake paused, his gaze lifting to the sky above. “The moon is pretty, isn’t it?” He said quietly, before turning back to look at you.

You looked up. The moon was radiating a soft glow; it was almost full. “It is pretty.” You agreed.

“Almost as pretty as you.” Jake mumbled. He was so quiet that you almost missed it, you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you again.

“Jake—,” you started, a warm blush creeping over your cheeks, a reaction to his unexpected compliment.

“Hey, look,” he interrupted you, his grip on your hand tightening slightly, “I have a special event coming up.” He reached up with his other hand to grab the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness, “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me as my plus one.”

“Oh?” You stuttered, not expecting him to ask something like this. “I—I mean, I’d love to. Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

“It’s a private event. I.. I already talked to our manager and got the okay.” He admitted shyly, dropping his free hand back down and putting it in his pocket. His other hand still held yours, it seemed like he was afraid to let go.

“Then sure Jake, I’d love to go with you.” You responded, returning a gentle squeeze of your own to his hand.

A wave of pure relief washed over Jake's face, manifesting as a wide, unrestrained grin. Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled your hand that he had been holding and wrapped his arms around you just like he had earlier this evening. It was the same comforting hug he had offered before, but this time it carried a heavier weight of emotion. You returned the hug, leaning your cheek against his chest, and melting into his warmth. He was always so warm.

Lost in the moment, enveloped in the closeness, Jake suddenly broke the silence. “Are you wearing perfume?” he asked, his voice muffled slightly against your hair as he still held you tightly against his chest. The unexpected question, delivered with a hint of curiosity, caught you off guard.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “Uh… no, it would have completely worn off by now,” you replied, amused by the randomness of his question. It had been hours since you had gotten ready, and any fragrance would surely have faded into nothingness.

“Hmm… you just smell really good.” He mumbled, before pulling away from you slightly, just enough to look down into your eyes.

His hands, which had been wrapped around your upper back, now settled firmly on your waist, his thumbs gently tracing the curve of your hips. The proximity was undeniably intimate. You were close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. He was close enough that he could easily kiss you if he wanted to. The air crackled with anticipation as you gazed at him in silence, your heart pounding against your ribs. You noticed his subtle nervous habit – the way he momentarily bit his lower lip, a gesture that showed a hint of his own inner turmoil. Did he want to kiss you? The moment stretched, thick with unspoken feelings, before he finally let go of you.

Stepping back, Jake shoved his hands into his pockets once more, “Anyway, I’ll see you soon then?” he said, the casual tone attempting to mask the lingering intimacy of the previous moment.

“Of course.” You replied, reaching into your shoulder bag, you fumbled for your apartment keys, the metallic jingle momentarily breaking the subtle tension. Jake patiently waited as you located the keys, unlocked the door, and stepped across the threshold of your apartment. Only once you were inside did he finally turn to leave.

“Bye y/n!” he called out as he walked away, his hands still tucked securely in his pockets.

“Bye Jake, get back home safely!” you called back, watching his retreating figure. He turned his head, offering a warm smile and a quick nod before continuing on his way. You lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching him until he was almost out of sight, before finally closing the door.

The click of the deadbolt echoed in the quiet of the apartment as you locked the door, a small but definitive action that signaled the end of your long day. With a sigh of contentment, you took off your worn sneakers, the weight lifting from your tired feet. Your focus shifted immediately to the promise of warmth and cleanliness awaiting you in the bathroom. A well-aimed toss sent your soiled clothes tumbling into the laundry basket, followed by the sound of rushing water filling the silence as you turned on the water. You waited for the temperature to warm up before you finally stepped in. The warmth of the water soothed the tension in your shoulders and neck as a wave of relaxation spread through your limbs. You could feel the stress of the day, not of hardship or negativity, but of the sheer weight of emotional engagement, slowly dissolving and swirling down the drain. You washed, dried your hair, and put on a pair of your favorite pajamas before heading off to the bedroom. The sight of your bed, with its smooth, cool sheets, was an open invitation. You slipped beneath the covers and pulled the sheets up to your face.

You replayed the day's events in your head. Your heart twisted as it replayed through the different moments of intimacy and care. You wondered briefly if what was happening was really okay, you worried about someone getting hurt. But then again, you were unsure that you’d truly want to change anything. You were content with how things were now even with this new change to your relationship with each of the boys. You continued to daydream, but It wasn't long before the gentle pull of exhaustion claimed you, lulling you into a much-needed sleep. One you’d likely need if you were going to have more days like this one in the future.

☾ author note: thank you for reading! Sorry for the long wait! This chapter was challenging, along with my health recently. please comment below if you want to be added to the taglist and let me know how you enjoyed this chapter!

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“Check one, two”

Tom Hardy x f!Reader

Masterlist here

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Summary: A mic accident turns into a viral scandal when you’re caught moaning your boyfriend’s name backstage.

WC: 3.8k

Tags/Wanings: smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, semi-public sex, filming a sex tape, unprotected piv, oral (m&f receiving), established relationship, reader is famous actress. This is a work of fiction. It is written for entertainment purposes only, the version of tom portrayed here is a fictional character. If RPF isn’t for you, feel free to skip this one

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He was proud of the weight his name carried. Of the legacy he’d built with quiet consistency. The last few years had been about pulling away from the cameras, the spotlight. Choosing privacy over attention. Silence over scandal. His personal life had become something sacred — locked down, sealed tight.

You were the exact opposite.

Famous and filthy rich since your early teens, the word “no” had rarely, if ever, applied to you. The flashes of paparazzi, the roar of the crowd, the center of the stage — that was your natural habitat. You thrived under scrutiny. Craved the chaos.

By 26, you’d racked up more Oscars than Meryl Streep and more controversies than Kim K. You’d lost count of how many times you’d been cancelled — but it never stuck. The outrage always fizzled out, smothered beneath your undeniable talent. Your fans were loyal to a fault. Rabid. Defensive. A legion armed with memes, think pieces, and fan cams, ready to die on every hill you stood on.

The rumors started two years ago, back when you were both cast in that movie. The erotic thriller. The one that had half the internet foaming at the mouth before it even premiered. You and him on the same set was all it took for the tabloids to spiral.

He’d tried to stay under the radar. Tried to keep things quiet. Told you a million times he wanted to keep a low profile. That’s why you never commented publicly, never confirmed the relationship. But after dozens of events, red carpets, and paparazzi photos that screamed louder than any PR statement, there was no need for a declaration. Everyone knew.

Sometimes, he hated himself for getting involved with someone like you. Someone bold. Reckless. Addictive.

He was no stranger to your little games. Like during the press junket for the film — when your hand slid high up his thigh, fingers grazing his cock with the kind of casual confidence that made his pulse spike. You kept talking, kept smiling, answering questions like nothing was happening. Like you weren’t stroking him through his trousers while four journalists sat barely a few feet away.

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This night, you looked like sin. It was the premiere of the new film you starred in, and you showed up dressed like a provocation.

That dress — red, liquid-slick, poured over your curves like melted wax. Backless. Braless. Dangerous. Every inch of skin you revealed looked deliberate, from the deep plunge of the neckline to the scandalous curve of your spine. Diamonds dripped from your neck like ice. Your heels could’ve slit a throat.

Tom was fucked the second he saw you.

“You’re gonna behave tonight, yeah?” he murmured under his breath, his palm settling low on your back as he escorted you into the venue. His voice was all gravel and restraint, a fragile attempt at composure as cameras flashed and fans screamed.

You leaned in, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. “Only if you make me.”

That hand slid lower. Gripped tighter. Right above your ass.

“Don’t start,” he warned, jaw already tense.

Too late. You’d started the second you stepped out of the car.

And backstage? Things got worse.

You were scheduled to give a short speech before the film began — five minutes, spotlight, polite applause. Your mic was clipped discreetly to the inside of your neckline.

Tom? Mic’d too — strictly for the behind-the-scenes documentary crew. Supposed to be muted. Supposed to be.

But when you pulled him into the green room before your cue?

That mic was live.

“Ten minutes,” you whispered, voice low and sweet as the door clicked shut behind you. The makeup team had cleared. The room was quiet. Just you and him.

His eyes dropped to your chest. Up close, the dress was almost obscene, the fabric hugged every contour, clinging to your nipples with no shame. There was nothing underneath. Nothing to hide behind.

“You’re trouble,” he growled, stepping in close. The tension in his voice cracked at the edges, already unraveling.

You smiled, slow and wicked, and reached down — palming his cock right through his tailored pants. Bold. Effortless. Deliberate.

“You like it.”

He caught your wrist. Firm. Commanding. A warning.

“Not here.”

You pouted, body pressing closer. Your lips brushed his jaw. “You’re already hard. That mean you want me?”

He stared at you like a man starved.

Then? He locked the door.

“You’ve got five minutes,” he muttered, voice rough with need, hands already gripping your hips, spinning you around, pushing you back against the dressing table. His fingers rucked up your dress — fast, practiced, hungry.

You didn’t wait. You hiked it higher. No panties. No hesitation.

And Tom? Dropped to his knees.

Right there. Suit still on. On the fucking carpet. Eyes locked on your cunt like it was his only salvation.

Face buried between your thighs before you could even breathe.

“Oh—fuck—Tom—”

You gasped, back arching, fingers flying into his hair as his tongue dragged through your folds. Slow. Greedy. Possessive. His beard scratched in the most sinful way, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking hard until your knees buckled and you had to grip the table to keep from collapsing.

“Louder,” he growled into you, “wanna hear how wrecked you get for me.”

“Tom—please—oh my god—”

And that’s when the sound tech’s worst nightmare came true.

Because while Tom had you whimpering and soaked on his tongue, his mic was still hot. Still connected. Still transmitting.

The audience heard it.

First, just a soft, breathy moan — like a secret not meant to be shared, crackling through the venue speakers as the crowd shuffled and murmured, waiting for the film to start.

Then:

“Tom—fuck, right there—”

A gasp.

A slick, wet sound.

A man’s groan, deep and distorted.

And then chaos. Scrambling audio techs. Static. The sound cut.

But the damage was done.

Back in the green room?

You were cumming on his face.

Your teeth sank into your hand to keep from screaming, body shuddering, thighs clamped around his head as his tongue drove you to pieces. He held you in place like you were his meal — which you were. Sloppy. Ruthless. Devoted.

When he finally stood, his chin was glistening. His eyes feral. His chest heaving like he’d been through war.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he muttered, dragging your dress back down, kissing your jaw as you panted in his arms. “Catch your breath. You’re on in sixty seconds.”

And then?

The door burst open. A frantic stage manager. Red-faced. Out of breath.

“Tom, your mic—”

That was when it hit you.

People heard you.

The scandal was immediate. The internet? On fire before the lights even dimmed.

Was that a MOAN during the pre-show?? Is she okay??

“Tom—fuck, right there” 😭 NOT TOM HARDY HAVING HIS MIC ON

Hard-launching his oral game mid-Emmy campaign is a flex I respect.

i want a relationship like theirs. chaotic, talented, public, and completely unapologetic. plus the oral game is clearly elite

we all heard it. you’re not slick.

On stage, you were flawless. Smiling. Glowing. Commanding the spotlight like you hadn’t just been tongue-fucked backstage with a live mic on.

Tom looked like he wanted to strangle the entire sound team.

In the car afterward, you were curled in his lap, laughing breathlessly as your phone buzzed nonstop.

“You’re trending,” you whispered against his throat. “Tom Hardy Oral Audio Leak.”

He groaned. Head falling back. Hands gripping your thigh like a man punished.

“You’re evil. You know that?”

You shrugged. “You ate me out like you were starving. You should’ve expected consequences.”

He kissed your collarbone. Then your shoulder. Then lower.

“You wanna talk consequences?” he murmured. “You’re not walking tomorrow.”

You smirked. Tugged him closer by the tie.

“I didn’t plan to.”

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You woke up with a sore throat, aching thighs from the night before, and six dozen missed calls.

The sunlight was brutal. Your body ached. Your core still pulsed with the ghost of his tongue, and the rasp in your throat sounded like you’d been screaming through a house fire.

Tom was still asleep behind you, arm heavy around your waist, warm breath at your neck, the weight of him thick and grounding. There were dried scratches trailing down his back like a confession scrawled in flesh. You’d clawed at him, ridden his mouth like a threat. Now you were paying for it.

Your phone buzzed again.

This time, it wasn’t just a message.

It was a goddamn news alert.

NY Times: “Was That Tom Hardy’s Mic?” Internet Loses Its Mind Over Mysterious Moan at Last Night’s Premiere.”

You blinked. Stared at the screen. Then snorted so hard it hurt.

“Tom,” you wheezed, elbowing him. “Babe. Wake up. You’re on the front page of the Times for eating me out.”

He groaned behind you, muffled, like he was still halfway through a dream. “What…?”

“Wake. Up. We’re viral.”

He turned over, hair a mess, eyes bloodshot, one cheek still creased from the pillow. And when he saw the headline?

That woke him the fuck up.

He sat up fast. Grabbed your phone. Scrolled through the notifications with the dawning horror of a man realizing he’d just publicly deepthroated his chances at subtlety.

Vulture: “When You Hear the Moan That Launched a Thousand Tweets.”

Buzzfeed: “10 Times Tom Hardy Accidentally Gave the Internet a Thirst Crisis.”

GQ: “Mic’d Up and Down Bad: The Moan Heard ’Round the World.”

“…Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, this is a mess.”

Thirty minutes later? PR hellfire.

Your manager was pacing the hotel suite like she was preparing to fling herself out the window. Your agent had called twice, then texted in all caps:

“DO NOT SAY ANYTHING TO THE PRESS.”

“DO NOT TWEET ABOUT IT.”

“DONT DO ANYTHING.”

Tom’s publicist? Sent a single email. Subject line blank. Just the message:

“Tom. Please. Not again.”

You were on your third mimosa. Barefoot, robe half open, legs still aching, a smug ache in your hips where he’d made a full meal out of you.

“Y’know,” you said, sipping from the flute, “we could deny it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You moaned my name into a hot mic.”

You grinned into your glass.

Your manager called again.

“Alright,” you said, exhaling, “so what’s the move? Denial? Apology? Public celibacy pact?”

Your manager’s voice crackled like she’d aged a decade overnight. “Just… let them talk. With luck, they’ll forget soon enough.”

They wouldn’t.

Not today.

Today, Twitter was war.

“the way she said ‘fuck’ like she was his last meal…”

“imagine having tom hardy’s face between your legs and you know the mic is on and you STILL don’t care.”

“i need that man to choke me backstage like he choked his chances at an unproblematic press tour.”

You showed him the tweets.

He laughed so hard he fell back against the couch. “You’re a menace.”

You crawled into his lap like gravity had pulled you there. Straddling him in his towel. Hair dripping. Smiling like a problem.

“You like it.”

His hand slid to your thigh — fingers slipping just beneath the edge of your robe.

“I fuckin’ love it.”

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Later that day, the interview requests rolled in.

You picked your favorite: a soft, upscale, Vanity Fair-style profile. One-on-one. Fireplace. Matching all black. Glamor and damage control in one shot.

Tom wore a tight black turtleneck. You wore a smug smile, glossy lips, and the memory of his mouth between your thighs.

Midway through, the interviewer coughed delicately.

“So,” she said, flipping her cue card with the stiff grace of someone afraid of HR, “we have to address the elephant in the room. Last night was… eventful.”

You smiled with practiced innocence. “Was it?”

“There’s a lot of buzz. About… a mic. And a moment.”

Tom leaned in. “Sound design’s a funny thing, innit? Could’ve been a technical issue.”

You deadpanned, eyes cool: “Sometimes… you really feel the performance.”

The interviewer blinked.

Tom added, voice a purr: “I like to support her work.”

She stammered something about Twitter and going viral.

You sipped your water. “Tom’s talented.”

He smiled like sin. “She’s vocal.”

You nodded solemnly. “Always support local artists.”

The interviewer gave up.

The internet exploded. Again.

“‘support her work’ IS CODE FOR EATING HER OUT BEFORE SHOWTIME.”

“their media training is nonexistent and i’m obsessed.”

“they are deranged and in love and i would die for either of them.”

“he said ‘support her work’ and she said ‘he’s talented.’ baby that’s not flirting, that’s foreplay.”

TikTok edits hit like a tsunami.

Caption: “TOM HARDY LOOKS AT HER LIKE SHE’S GOD.”

Song: Rihanna’s “S&M.”

Clips: Tom licking his lips mid-interview, you whispering something in his ear, one distorted cut of your moan at 0.75x speed.

A girl sobbing into her ring light: “THEY FLIRT LIKE FOREPLAY AND I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH.”

Caption: “Tom Hardy’s hands are the real problem.”

30 seconds of slow-motion clips: Tom’s hands gripping your waist, adjusting his mic, resting casually on your thigh during interviews like they weren’t registered weapons.

2.3 million views in 3 hours.

Instagram Reels? Just loops of Tom saying “She’s vocal,” comments:

“he said it with his whole dick in love.”

“i need to go lie down.”

“he’s not acting. he’s possessed.”

Merch dropped the next day.

Minimalist font. Black hoodies. Just said: “She’s Vocal.”

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You’re sprawled across the bed, silk robe barely hanging on, one shoulder exposed, thighs parted like a half-written invitation. The glow of your screen lights your face as you scroll — red carpet stills, backstage selfies, a grainy, almost pornographic shot of Tom with his teeth in your neck, your lipstick smeared across his jaw in a hotel elevator.

He walks in from the bathroom, towel slung low, still damp, skin flushed from the shower. He sees your expression first, then your screen.

“What’s on your mind?”

You tilt your head, smiling slow and wicked. “I was thinking… we already have the audio of you eating me out. What about the video?”

He pauses, water beading on his chest, eyes narrowing with suspicion and heat. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” You drag your gaze down his chest, down to the barely-clinging towel. “I want to record us.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind,” he mutters.

You grin wider. “Little bit.”

“You think I want this shit leaked? ‘Tom Hardy Sex Tape’ trending while I’m buying cereal?”

You drag a finger up your thigh, slow, deliberate, tracing the inside with teasing flicks. “No one’s leaking anything. This is just for us.”

You tilt your chin, letting your voice go soft, coaxing: “You don’t trust me?”

His jaw flexes. “I trust you. I don’t trust your iCloud password to be strong enough to not get hacked.”

You blink, mock-offended. “Oh, come on.”

He snorts — then stops short when you say it:

“I want to watch you ruin me.”

His chest rises sharply. Breath caught.

“I want to see your hands around my throat. I want to hear the way I scream when you fuck me. I want to remember what your face looks like when you’re inside me. When I’m coming all over you.”

Tom swears under his breath. “Fucking hell…”

And then —

“Pass me the fuckin’ phone.”

It starts slow.

His hands slide up your thighs, thumbs circling, mapping every inch like it’s his first time all over again, except this time, there’s a lens watching. Recording.

And that’s what makes your breath stutter when he pushes your knees apart, spreading you open under the warm, amber lamplight.

“Camera’s rolling,” he murmurs, dark eyes flicking up. “Say something for me.”

You smirk. Voice syrup-sweet.

“What should I say, daddy?”

His eyes go black. Pupils blown. You’ve got him.

“Come here and tell the camera how much you love sucking this cock.”

You do.

On your knees, plush and obedient, robe falling open over your shoulders and pooling around your waist. Completely bare underneath. Nipples tight, stomach fluttering, dripping down your thighs before you’ve even touched him.

Your hand wraps around his thick length — slow, reverent, greedy. Fingers barely meeting around the girth. He twitches in your palm, precum slicking your thumb.

You whimper, breath warm against the head as you press soft, open-mouthed kisses down his shaft — tongue teasing the slit, dragging along that thick, throbbing vein that runs beneath.

“I love it so much,” you whisper, stroking slow, tongue dragging along the vein. “Best cock I’ve ever had. Ever tasted.”

Tom groans low in his throat, a feral sound, deep and cracked open. His arm flexes as he tilts the camera downward, angling it to catch every filthy inch of what you’re doing to him.

“Look at her,” he pants. “Perfect fuckin’ mouth. Takes me so good. She’s fuckin’ starving for it. Fuckin’ love you, baby—”

Your lips part wider. You lick a thick stripe up the underside, then suck the tip in hard, cheeks hollowing around him. Eyes fluttering. Throat relaxing.

He groans, fingers twitching at the base, watching the way his cock disappears down your throat, inch by inch, until your nose presses against his pelvis.

You choke — just a little. Just enough. The sound makes his hand tighten in your hair.

You moan around him, the vibration pulling another deep curse from his chest. You hollow your cheeks more. Drool slips down your chin, glistening in the lens.

“She loves it,” he growls into the lens, voice tight with restraint, jaw clenched like it’s killing him not to cum already. “Look at this little slut. Fuckin’ addicted.”

Then he hands the phone to you — slow, deliberate.

You blink up, pupils blown, spit-slick lips swollen. Fingers trembling as you take the phone in one hand… and his cock in the other.

Still stroking. Still needy. Still aching.

“You wanna watch yourself fuck my face, daddy?” you whisper, lips brushing his tip again, eyes gleaming.

And then you angle the phone down, give it the perfect view as you take him back into your mouth — sloppier this time. Louder. Messier.

You gag when he thrusts, and the sound sends him over the edge.

“Fuck… stop,” His breath shudders. “Your turn now.”

You’re flat on your back now, legs spread, camera shaking in your grip as you film him tongue-deep in your cunt, eyes locked on your, groaning against your pussy like he’s fucking starving. His hands grip your thighs hard, pulling you closer with every lick, jaw working, nose buried, and those wild eyes locked on yours.

He groans as he tastes you, lapping slow, then faster, then harder — holding your hips down when you buck up. You can hear the sounds on the recording — wet, obscene, slick, every lap, every slick drag of tongue against your soaked folds.

You’re panting, breathless. “He doesn’t stop until you beg,” you say, voice shaking. “I’ve tried. He doesn’t stop.”

Tom lifts his head, chin soaked. He grins. Cocky. Filthy. Proud.

“Fucking right I don’t.”

You try to keep the phone steady, filming the way his tongue flicks your clit, the way your thighs are trembling, the way your toes curl against the sheets, heels digging in like you’re trying to run from it—except you’re not. You want more.

“Make me cum on camera, Tom,” you gasp.

His tongue answers faster than words. You moan so loud the sound spikes the recording.

You scream. The camera tips. Shakes. Then tumbles to the sheets.

You’re now filming yourself as you ride him — your body rocking, hips rolling, that soaked little pussy taking him all the way in, again and again and again. The camera catches everything: the bounce of your tits, the sheen of sweat on your chest, the obscene way his cock disappears into your soaked heat.

You dip your fingers down, stroke your clit, gliding through your own slick, whispering to the camera, “Look how wet I am. All for him. Only for my man.”

“Fuck, baby,” Tom grunts, one hand gripping your ass, the other adjusting the angle. “Look at this cunt. Mine. So fuckin’ tight and wet.”

You whimper again, roll your hips deeper, and his cock drags against every sensitive spot inside you — slow, hot friction that makes your whole body tremble. The sound of you soaking him fills the room.

“Give me the phone,” he growls. “Wanna film your pretty face. Wanna see that pretty little face when you cum on me.”

He takes the phone with one hand, the other grabbing your jaw, tilting your face up for the camera, and for him. Your mouth is open, eyes glassy, tits bouncing with every thrust.

He’s holding your jaw now, whispering, “Show the camera. Show ’em what this cunt was made for—mine. All fuckin’ mine.”

You sob his name.

Over and over. Louder each time.

“Say it louder,” he pants. “Let the camera hear how I fuck the words outta you.”

“Tom—fuck, deeper—please—don’t stop—don’t stop—” You’re gasping, voice shrill and wild. Your clit grinding against his pelvis, your thighs clenching around his waist, your whole body twitching with every thrust.

“That’s right, babe. Let ‘em hear what my cock does to you.”

The final scene? Pure filth.

He’s got you bent over, cheek to the sheets, hair in his fist, cock pounding into you so deep it makes your legs give out.

One hand tangled in your hair. The other holds the camera. Zoomed in on your cunt. The way it grips him. The way it drools around him every time he slams in.

“This is my favorite view,” he groans, breath ragged. “Watch this when I’m gone. Fuck yourself to it. Promise me.”

Your voice breaks, sobbing. “I’ll cum to it. I’ll cum so fuckin’ hard.”

He grits out a curse, pounding harder, the slap of skin-on-skin loud and merciless.

“Mmm—f-fuck, Tom—ohmygod—right there—don’t stop—don’t stop—”

“Look at you,” he rasps. “Fucked open. Cryin’. So fuckin’ desperate for it…That’s it, babe. Cum on my cock. Make a fuckin’ mess of me again.”

“Tom—fuck—I’m—I’m—” Your voice shatters. “I’m cumming—fuck—I’m cumming—”

He growls your name. His thrusts go erratic. “Fuck—fuck, babe—I’m—shit—I’m cumming too—”

Your body jerks. You cum loud, wet, soaking him, legs shaking, ass slapping back into his hips as he fills you, deep and hot, with a strangled groan.

“Keep the camera on me,” you gasp, eyes glazed. “Don’t stop filming.”

So he does.

He films himself kissing your shoulder, stroking your hair, then slipping two fingers into your still-dripping cunt, pushing his cum back inside you, slow and possessive.

“That’s where it belongs,” he murmurs.

You both collapse into the sheets, breathless, sore, laughing through the haze.

Tom rolls to his side, grabs the phone, and films you one last time:

Flushed. Glowing. Fucked out and grinning.

“You’re gonna watch this every time I’m gone,” he says, voice low.

You smile, voice hoarse. “Gonna send you timestamps.”

And then—

Fade to black.

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A/N: Okay, so this was just a silly little idea I threw together in about an hour — hope you enjoy it anyway! The final part of the Alfie series is dropping this Saturday, and I’m also working on the third and final chapter of the Already Ruined fic with Harry.

To everyone who’s requested Harry and Alfie fics: I see you, I love you, and I promise I’m working on them, thank you for your patience🩷🩷

Thanks for all the love and support.

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thatsexcpisces · 6 months ago

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My least favorite placements (personal opinion)

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃

• please remember that these are just my personal takes and observations mostly based on people I’ve met/know and if it doesn’t apply to you, it’s most likely aimed at the undeveloped versions of the placement! 💕

#1: Virgo moons

I’m sorry I have way too many people in my life with this placement (especially family members) and y’all just know how to get under people’s skin. Every virgo moon I’ve met seems to physically be unable to hold back their unwanted opinions and criticism. Y’all will serve the meanest comment on a silver platter when no one asked or wanted to hear that shit in the first place and then label it as “just being honest/trying to help” like nah you’re just straight up being annoying. So many virgo moons are also control freaks and want to project their routines and habits onto other people and enforce all their little rules onto them and expect everyone to accommodate them and their needs without considering other people’s needs. Also, this placement tends to be very insecure with themselves and their own inner critics so must of the time they also protect their insecurities onto other people cause they can’t fix them within themselves and that’s probably also why they dish out little snarky critiques to the people around them. They can also be way too pessimistic and “conservative” which gets on my nerves sm like you take these people somewhere on a night out and they complain about the music being “too loud” or people “talking too much and being annoying” like chill Karen. Stop trying to be a perfectionist babe, it’s okay to make mistakes

#2: Venus/sun/stellium in the 10H

Having this placement on its own in your natal chart is a blessing in a sense because you may receive a lot of good luck when it comes to your public reputation and people like you but personally, I feel like being around people with this placement isn’t as great. A lot of people I know with this placement tend to come off as superficial or “social climbers” who use others for career and reputation benefits. These are the types of friends that will ditch you if you’re not popular enough or if people are gossiping about you because they want to make themselves look good and will ignore you in public but then be your bestie in private cause they don’t wanna be seen with you. They also only seem to always talk about their image or what other people think about them. For example, I know people with this placement who would complain about their social media or followers every time we hung out. They would always complain about losing followers or why they can’t “have enough followers” and what to do to gain many. I had friends with this placement who would also ask for a lot but never give in return and put themselves on a high pedestal thinking they are constantly worthy of praise or deeds from others. On the downside, these people may put a false mask to the public. They can appear as kind and good-hearted when in reality they may not be that way and know how to manipulate in order to get what they want.

#3: Leo/Sag mercuries

I will say that these people are super fun and know how to tell the best stories and they are also very good at making people feel included in their life. However, on the flipside people with this placement seem to live in a world that is only made for them and only has space for them to be in. I’ve met so many ppl with Leo & sag mercuries and it always seems so hard for them to acknowledge the fact that other people have feelings too and what they say can hurt others. They just think of themselves as the main character most of the time which when they do it excessively, it becomes really annoying. I feel like people with this placement just don’t have the ability to be introspective and reflect on their actions and things they say to understand if maybe someone took it the wrong way or if they’re being too much. They also have little to no patience or tolerance when someone else is speaking and they find it impossible to let someone tell their full story without interrupting or sharing something about themself like it’s okay to let others have the spotlight for once (Im a Leo moon so I’m lowkey dragging myself a bit here). Also similar to virgo moons, they may make rude or “honest” comments because they are very direct and when someone expresses that it hurts them, they get super defensive and fail to see it from another person’s perspective. Also talking louder doesn’t mean you won the argument

#4: Gemini Venus

Please figure out what you want omdssss. Being in a relationship with these people is not for the weak let me tell you. I have an Aquarius Venus so in some aspects I get along well with Gemini Venus but in others it’s like I can never read their mind and they’re constantly changing it every 5 seconds. You would expect these people to be very good and open communicators since they’re associated w mercury but most of the time it just feels like they’re on a non-stop adventure with whatever their brain tells them to do and you just have to guess what they want and do it or they’ll get bored of you and ghost you. I know y’all need constant mental stimulation but I feel like most of the time the other person is offering that to you but you just want an excuse to get with someone else. CHEATERS. Especially the men with this placement. Options exist and y’all love that. Also in general and with friends these people can be very flakey they’ll make it feel like you’re their best friend one day then you barely know them the next.

#5: Moon square Mars or Pluto/moon in the 8H

These people know how to get what they want and can be incredibly manipulative. Be careful and try not to play their game cause once you do, it’s a never-ending mind fuck. Many people I know with this placement are the definition of “secret opps” or your “secret haters”. They most likely have a lot of unresolved baggage or problems so they look for any opportunity to hurt someone else and take it out on them (when the placement is unhealthy/undeveloped ofc). Also, this placement to me screams “evil/narcissist” mother. These people probably had a mother that was really controlling or emotionally toxic and they grew up repeating her habits and will continue to act just like her. My step sister has one of these placements and she would do whatever manipulative things her mother put in her head, to other people and report back to her like a dog. These people are usually completely blinded and owned by their mothers. They’ve most likely had life on hard mode and they resent anyone who’s had things going better for them and they find it hard to be happy and supportive of others. Everytime I see this placement in someone’s birth chart, I know not to share too many details with them or trust them that easily cause they know how to hide and are calculated with betraying you.

#6: Cancer Sun

Idk some of them just rub me the wrong way. It really depends on their other placements but usually cancer suns with air placements in their chart get on my nerves cause they can be so passive aggressive and when you meet them at first glance you get this vibe that they’re trying their best to be fake nice to you but they secretly have it out for you. These people are moody asf bonus points if they have a water rising and when you ask them what’s wrong they’ll just sulk in silence and have an attitude until you actively do something to give them attention or make things better. These people also hold a grudge for life and sometimes over the dumbest and smallest things. They’re the type of people to dedicate their whole life to hating you cause you accidentally bumped into them when walking past them. Also their victim mentality is so tiring, they constantly seek attention and validation over small things and have a hard time taking accountability for their actions and admitting they were wrong.

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archivegyu · 2 months ago

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they said i did one thing right

The shimmering lights of Seoul's skyline blurred through her tears as she stood on the rooftop of her apartment building. Three months had passed since she'd last seen him. Three months of ignored calls, unread messages, and a hollow ache in her chest that refused to subside. The cool autumn air whispered against her skin, carrying with it memories of warmer days when Mingyu's laughter would fill every empty space around her.

In her hand, the crumpled invitation felt like a burning coal. Seungcheol had delivered it personally, his usually confident eyes clouded with concern. "He's not doing well," he had said simply. "None of us have seen him smile in weeks."

But how could she face him after everything? The thought alone made her lungs constrict.

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

Kim Mingyu stood before the mirror in his bedroom, running his hands through his hair for the seventh time, then adjusting the casual button-up shirt he'd chosen to wear over his favorite jeans. His fingers trembled slightly, betraying the calm façade he'd been practicing all week.

"You know, if you keep messing with your hair, you'll just make it worse," Wonwoo observed from the doorway, his deep voice laced with the quiet understanding that only came from years of friendship.

Mingyu's shoulders slumped. "Do you think she'll come?"

Wonwoo crossed the room, gently straightening Mingyu's collar that had become twisted in his nervous fidgeting. "I don't know," he answered honestly. "But you've done everything you can."

Mingyu nodded, his eyes drifting to the photograph on his nightstand—the one he couldn't bring himself to put away. In it, she was laughing, head thrown back in pure joy, while he looked at her as if she were the only star in his sky.

"The whole party was her idea, you know," Mingyu said softly. "Last year, she told me we should rent out that rooftop garden she loves when we had something worth celebrating." He swallowed hard. "I thought... I thought completing our world tour would be reason enough. Even with Jeonghan hyung away and Jun in China filming his drama, it still felt like such an achievement."

Wonwoo placed a steadying hand on his friend's shoulder. "It is. And whether she comes or not, we're all here for you."

But they both knew that the emptiness at Mingyu's side couldn't be filled by anyone else.

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

The party was in full swing by eleven. Boo Seungkwan had taken over DJ duties, his natural flair for entertainment drawing even the more reserved members like Joshua and Hansol to the dance floor. Soonyoung moved with the fluid grace that had earned him his reputation as one of K-pop's most talented performers, while Seokmin belted out harmonies to the track, his powerful voice carrying over the music.

Seungcheol watched it all from a corner of the rooftop, nursing a drink as he kept a watchful eye on his members. As the leader, he felt their happiness and pain like his own, and Mingyu's hollow smile throughout the night had been carving away at his heart.

"He keeps looking at the door," Minghao observed, joining him with a concerned expression. "Every time it opens, his whole body tenses up."

Seungcheol nodded grimly. "I delivered the invitation myself. That's all we could do."

Across the room, Mingyu was engaged in conversation with some industry friends, his tall frame casually but stylishly dressed in jeans and a simple button-up, his handsome features arranged in a polite smile that never quite reached his eyes. To anyone who didn't know him, he appeared perfectly at ease—confident, successful, charming. But his members could see the way his gaze periodically drifted to the entrance, the brief flicker of hope followed by crushing disappointment.

"I've never seen him like this," Joshua said, joining them with a frown. "Not even after our hardest setbacks or criticisms."

The three fell silent, watching as Mingyu excused himself from the conversation and made his way to the outdoor section of the venue. Alone, away from curious eyes, his carefully constructed mask slipped, revealing the raw pain underneath.

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

The taxi pulled up to the glittering venue, and she sat frozen, unable to make herself reach for the door handle. The driver cleared his throat gently.

"Miss? We've arrived."

She nodded, fumbling with her purse to pay him. Every rational thought told her to go back home, to spare herself the pain of seeing him again. But Seungcheol's words echoed in her mind: "He's not doing well."

The truth was, neither was she.

Her fingers brushed against the invitation that had been burning a hole in her bag for days. The venue was a casual rooftop garden restaurant—the very one she had once described to Mingyu as her dream location for celebrations. The realization that he had remembered made her heart twist painfully.

From inside the taxi, she could hear the faint bass of music pulsing from the rooftop. She imagined giving her name to the security guard, who would check the exclusive guest list and nod her through. With each beat of her heart, memories flooded back—Mingyu cooking for her in his apartment while the other members visiting teased him mercilessly about his precise measurements; quiet evenings reading beside Wonwoo while Mingyu sketched designs for their apartment someday; Seungkwan dramatically recounting stories that had her doubled over in laughter while Mingyu watched her with that soft expression that made her feel like the most precious person in the world.

She imagined the elevator doors opening to the rooftop, the sounds of celebration washing over her, her eyes scanning the crowd instinctively for his tall figure.

She imagined Chan, the youngest member, finding her with his perceptive eyes, his usually bright face now holding a mature solemnity.

"Does he hate me?" she would ask.

And Chan would give her a sad smile and say, "Mingyu hyung doesn't know how to hate, especially not you. That's part of the problem."

But these were just imaginings. Reality was much colder, much harder.

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

Mingyu leaned against the railing, staring out at the city that continued to move and live and breathe while he felt stuck in the moment she had walked away. The night air was cool against his face, a welcome relief from the atmosphere inside where he had to pretend everything was fine.

He heard the door open behind him but didn't turn around, assuming it was one of his members coming to check on him again.

"You okay out here?" Seokmin's gentle voice asked as he joined Mingyu at the railing.

Mingyu forced a smile. "Just needed some air."

Seokmin nodded, not pushing further but offering silent companionship instead. After a few moments, he said, "You keep looking at the door."

Mingyu's shoulders tensed briefly before sagging in defeat. "Pathetic, right?"

"No," Seokmin replied firmly. "Hopeful. There's nothing pathetic about hope."

Mingyu turned to look at his friend, grateful for the understanding but unable to share in the optimism. "I threw this party just to invite her, you know. I've spent the whole night looking for her in the crowd, even though I knew the chances of her showing up were..." He couldn't finish the sentence.

"Maybe she still will," Seokmin offered, though they both knew it was getting late.

Mingyu's fingers tightened around the railing as he pictured her walking through that door—how her eyes would search the crowd until they found him, how he would cross the room to her, how he would finally tell her all the things he should have said months ago.

He imagined being close enough to see the familiar beauty mark near her eye, the one he used to kiss gently when they would lie facing each other, talking about nothing and everything.

"She's not coming," Mingyu finally said, his voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the celebration inside.

Seokmin placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, unable to deny what they both knew was true.

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

Inside, Jihoon paused by the large windows overlooking the garden area, his composing instincts picking up on the emotional scene unfolding outside. Seungcheol joined him, following his gaze.

"Should we do something?" the leader asked.

Jihoon shook his head. "Some compositions need to find their own resolution." But he stayed where he was, silently recognizing that this particular story was ending in a minor key.

The other members gradually noticed, forming a protective semicircle near the windows—close enough to be there when needed. They had all witnessed Mingyu's descent into a shadow of himself these past months, how he would pour everything into performances and then retreat into silence the moment the cameras stopped rolling.

"She's not coming, is she?" Minghao asked softly.

Joshua, ever thoughtful, considered the question. "Love isn't always enough," he said. "Sometimes, even the strongest feelings can't bridge certain gaps."

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

"I'm sorry, man," Seokmin said quietly after a long silence. "Should we call it a night?"

Mingyu shook his head. "No. Everyone's having fun. I don't want to ruin that."

"You wouldn't be ruining anything," Seokmin insisted. "We all care about you more than some party."

Mingyu managed a small, sad smile. "I know. And I appreciate it. But I think I need to face this. She's not coming, and I need to accept that."

Back in the taxi, she wiped away tears that had begun to fall freely. "I'm sorry," she whispered to the driver. "Could you just... drive around a bit longer? I need a minute."

The driver nodded sympathetically in the rearview mirror.

She pulled out her phone, thumb hovering over Mingyu's contact—still there despite everything. Three months of silence and yet she couldn't bring herself to delete his number. She began to type a message, then deleted it. Typed again, deleted again. What could she possibly say that would make any difference now?

In the end, she put the phone away. Some bridges, once burned, couldn't be rebuilt with just a text message or a phone call. Some choices, once made, couldn't be undone with good intentions.

The taxi drove through the glittering Seoul night, taking her farther and farther from the rooftop where Mingyu stood waiting.

At the party, Wonwoo approached his friend with a bottle of water. "Here," he said, handing it to Mingyu.

"Thanks," Mingyu replied, his voice hollow.

"Want to talk about it?" Wonwoo asked, though he already knew the answer.

Mingyu shook his head. "Nothing to talk about. She made her choice. I need to respect that."

"It's okay to be sad," Wonwoo said quietly. "You don't have to be strong all the time."

Mingyu's eyes glistened with unshed tears, but he blinked them back stubbornly. "I don't regret it, you know. Any of it. Even knowing how it would end, I'd still choose to love her."

Seungcheol appeared at the doorway, his leader instincts telling him exactly where to find his hurting member. "The cake's ready," he said gently. "Everyone's waiting for you."

Mingyu nodded, straightening his shoulders and preparing once more to face the crowd with a smile that wouldn't reach his eyes. But before he could move, Seungcheol stepped forward and pulled him into a tight hug—the kind that said more than words ever could.

One by one, the other members joined them, forming a protective circle around Mingyu—Jihoon, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Seokmin, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Minghao, Hansol, Chan, and Joshua. Together but incomplete, missing Jeonghan and Jun, yet still a family. Still a home.

"We've got you," Seungcheol said simply.

As the night wore on, Mingyu found moments of genuine laughter among his brothers, moments where the weight on his chest lightened just enough to breathe. The party that had begun as one thing—a desperate hope for reconciliation—transformed into something else entirely: a reminder that even in heartbreak, he wasn't alone.

Miles away, in her apartment, she sat on her balcony looking out at the same stars Mingyu might be seeing. The invitation lay torn beside her, a physical representation of the chance she had let slip away.

In another world, perhaps she would have been brave enough to face him. In another world, perhaps they would have found their way back to each other. But in this one, fear had won, and the songs Mingyu would write in the coming months—songs of lost love and lingering regret, songs that would resonate with millions but were meant for an audience of one—would be the only bridge left between them.

Sometimes love, even at its strongest, isn't enough to overcome the chasms we create ourselves. Sometimes the parties we throw, just to invite that one special person, end with an empty space they were meant to fill. And sometimes, the hardest endings are the ones without closure—the ones where someone spends the entire night searching for a face in the crowd that never appears.

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gazeofseer · 8 months ago

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𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍?

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Texas, Australia, United States and California, You are a queer by soul who lives by their own even amongst the crowded room, seeking something as distant and indifferent to what seems the same after all, but subtle do you fear the idea behind crossing lines, edges that drew scars around your borderline of heart the reason you easily withdraw the click and connection with places and people, you feel everything should be new as each passing moment because anything that stay longer bored you because you feed in daydreams and expect teh same dosh to be served outside around you, but all you taste is something different but not you.

Guidance : You are looking for yourself from within by blocking all the external settings and invites believing the world to be a harm to your existence throughout your journey down the lane to changing seasons and places so far, now you are just tired and tormented wanting to settle but truly can't keeps you restless.

Leo sun, Aries Rising, 8, Saturn in 9th house, Silver accessories, Denim Jeans, You brought something last week still waiting to be worn.

I see you are not only brain fogging but also bloating with overwhelming thoughts and emotions at the same time because you want but you don't, you don't but you want so badly, you have been guided to not make any decision right now, and not to hang in either, changes kept happening, but you are holding something beyond it did. It could be a little picture or a memory too, let it go to where it belongs it will harm you in the long run. Stop sitting with disappointment, disgrace or insult. Let that find peace within you and embrace these changes as a chance for you to strike this fog with the sword of your consciousness on if the very next second you would die, what will you do in the given second of the moment? Chose what is right, and needed for now that is how you lead life always rightly despite the wrong being gifted.

Netherland, Germany, Scotland, Denver & Amsterdam, there are eerie chills to your soul which plays chivilrious in the darkness and acts demure in the light, like a nasty kid you carry the flaws around the forest creeks but throw a elegant gaze the moment a eye flickers upon you, the mask of basking in solitude feels so enchanting enough to thrive through life beyond its hardship and pain, you take it as gift for the one who got none even sorrow becomes the only life present before.

Guidance : The ostracized child, who was not even a count nor in the quantity or quality leave the first and last of being a choice but never an part of any option to even begin with? I feel you started to heal enough that you understand the value of pain you received so far and treat it exactly right that it has become your that safe home which strengthens you instead to tame, instead of guidance your spirit guides have messages 'That, we really appreciate your pure heart and acknowledge your being of existence as of great as of the any other living, we are around you, when you believe you are lucky enough after seeing something weird l, quirky and unique because that is who you are and we show up there'

Fox teddy, bear, herbivores, cozy vibes, brown eyes, eyeglasses, Aquarius Venus, Capricorn Venus or sun, writing a novel or blog, secret lover.

Paris, France, Italy, London, Russia and South Korea, What beauty of it doesn't scares a bit right? It took you a trail blaze or ages to burn down and pave one path for you that fire runs through your body despite the sickness you feel in your heart and fatigue you carry on your soul, the more you get tested the more pure you mold into the miracles and become the magic itself, you accept the essence of love, that sets free, wild and at the arms of death where one can love so truly to the depths of each feels and moves of life.

Guidance : Okay, so this pile has been through a lot bodily or mentally the sickness which prolonged seems like a default, or your mistake or an accident which made you be on bed for rest and feel this helplessness from the echoes of the room and beyond the sky where slowly you discovered and connected to your soul and learned the ultimate truth of being all that you need to yourself exactly when you need yourself.

'Hey, sorry to interrupt I am just worried and kind off ..sorry again how are you? I hope you are doing well now, I promise I am on my way please, kindly don't give upon me, for that I have not yet arrived into your life, all the lovers you met were the lie you told yourself to hold yourself tight in your head, but let go the grudge and find me within your heart whenever you look into the mirror with those doe eyes, those two flicks of your hair curls around you ear I did kiss those cheeks with freckles and toughened skin, I did hold you like the witch who carries her wretched wand in her power and strength, I love you, can you hear that, I say that everyday before you sleep'

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“If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.” rockstar x rockstar gf

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“Y/n!” Chan yelled as he chased his girlfriend down the back of the venue.

She completely ignored him. Not wanting to hear much of him at the moment after she watched his entire set. The crowd thrusting things on stage for him and his band and almost themselves a couple times and her boyfriend said nothing.

Some fans had some meet and greet passes for the band which was normal. Y/n stood with staff till it was over. Boiling in how many women attempted to flirt — some even kiss the cheek of — her boyfriend. He kindly turned it down at first but soon he just stopped and took the photos. Immediately after the last of the fans left she left towards the back with Chan hot on her tail

“Go to one of your other girlfriends!”

“Baby,” Chan managed to get in front of her and stop her, “Fan service is part of my job. You know this.”

“Since when is letting fans kiss you part of your job?”

“I’m sorry. I should have stopped everyone of them but just repeating myself was getting tiring.”

“Whatever,” Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed past her boyfriend

Chan knew she could get jealous. He’s known since they got together. He’s never minded much, he always knew how to remind her he was hers.

“Baby girl,” Chan grabbed her waist and turned her around just for him to spin out of his grip. “If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.”

Y/n stopped and looked at him, “Bend me over yourself.”

That’s all Chan needed to drag her to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind them. Quickly bending her over the sink and pushing her bottoms down along with her panties. Keeping a hand on the back of her neck as he licked his fingers then ran them between her folds.

Y/n watched him in the mirror trying to push herself up and turn around. All her actions stopped as his fingers pushed into her. Moaning as he stretched her open. “There's my girl. Just needed a couple fingers in her.”

“Barely feel them,” Y/n lied, just to rile him up.

Y/n whined as he grabbed the front of her neck, pulling her back to him. “What was that baby girl?”

“Barely feel them,” Y/n repeated.

Chan hummed and bent her back over the sink. Pinning her against the surface as his fingers slid out of her. She heard rustling and metal clinking behind her. A moment later she felt his tip spreading her slick and his precum. Moaning as he pushed in behind her. Watching her jaw drop in the mirror.

“Feel that baby?” Chan asked

“No,” Y/n stammered

Chan hummed behind her. He gave her a few seconds before he started moving. Not saying to start slow and opting to fuck the attitude out of her as quick as possible. Watching her facade visually fall apart in the mirror even though she was still denying it verbally.

“Fuck,” Y/n moaned

“Wanna keep lying to me baby?”

“No,” Y/n moaned. “Feels good.”

“Yeah. The only girl I fuck like this. Only girl I fuck.”

“Wanna cum,” Y/n moaned

“Not tonight baby. Bad girls don't get rewards,” Chan said

“Ch—“ Y/n paused as he spanked her ass.

“Start listening and maybe I’ll let you cum when we get back to the hotel.”

“‘M sorry,”

Chan laughed behind her as his pace picked up. Drilling himself into her as his orgasm built up. Feeling her walls pulse around him and get tighter with each thrust before he finally let go. Pushing himself deep in her as filled her.

Y/n whined under him as he painted her insides. Trying to fuck her self back on him to no avail. Her boyfriend pulled out after a few moments. Pulling her up and kissing her cheek, “I love you. No one else.”

“Love you too,” Y/n hummed

“Wanna go back to the hotel room?”

“Please.”

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So me and my gf met really young and haven't been together for so long and I know it is unrealistic to think that she's the one but astrology and destiny matrix call us soulmates all the time and even tho I know soulmates doesn't need to mean the one I end up with so I wonder, what are signs that you met the one young or in synastry or composite chart, what are indicators that they are "the one"?

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ For this question, it is a bit difficult to answer. Although there are many possible "the one"/ true love indicators in synastry & composite, I'd still say that the future is vast and we never really know until we get there for the most part. Still, here are:

"The One" placements

in romantic synastry & composite astrology

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♀ Personal planets in the 6th house (preferably Sun, Moon, Venus, Mars & Jupiter)

Shows that a couple is always together, and may continue to be together in the long-term. Quite common within married couples.

♀ Personal planets in the 7th house

Having a tie to them both romantically & contractually.

♀ Ascendant conjunct Juno/ Briede(19029) /Groom(5129)

Your partner embodies a lot of what you are attracted to in the long-term, the type of partner you want to have in your life.

♀ Boda (1487) conjunct Venus /Neptune

It can give you both a sense of completion where romance fills the room everytime you're with them. You reflect each other's ideal marriage life.

♀ Boda (1487) conjunct Boda (1487)

Having the same ideals when it comes to marriage, i.e on the same page. It can act as a booster for those already in love with their partner.

♀ Boda (1487) conjunct North node

In some way shape or form, this person will change your

♀ Moon conjunct/Trine North Node

Life with them feels natural. This is a very valuable synastry aspect in my opinion because your partner is able to understand your sense of destiny or see you for you. You will both feel like you were fated to meet.

♀ Vertex conjunct Boda (1487)

Can mean fated marriage, or at the very least they help form your idea around marriage

♀ Alma ( 390) conjunct Jupiter/Venus/North Node/Boda/Juno/Briede/Groom

This is more of a soulmate placement, but it can also contribute to feeling like you belong with your partner.

♀ Boda (1487) conjunct Jupiter

Marriage or commitment can feel natural with them, or it will make you feel like you're over the moon. It can often indicate a happy marriage with your lover too.

♀ Juno conjunct Jupiter

Jupiter is also a common form of commitment or the "husband" in most cases, but I think it works with any sexual orientation. A common indicator or marriage or at least feeling like you're just each other's type. It makes you more willing to commit.

♀ Juno conjunct Juno/Saturn

Being each other's type is one thing, but this is a placement that can show you being tied to this person through an invisible bond that only grows stronger with time.

♀ Sun conjunct Juno/ Briede (19029) / Groom (5129)

The sun often embodies the very traits that Juno/Briede/ Groom is attracted to (whether they realize it or not) and thus may feel strongly attached to the Sun person.

♀ Venus conjunct Juno

This placement can make both parties feel very naturally drawn to each other, both make great romantic partners and share the same ideals when it comes to love & expression of art. Can indicate long-term compatibility between the two of you.

♀ Vertex conjunct Briede (19029)/Groom (19029)

This is quite self explanatory. A fated marriage. At the very least, again with this placement you partner will change help solidify your desires in a spouse (or as a spouse).

♀ Vertex conjunct Juno

A contractual lover, often can indicate a long-term relationship & has that soulmate flair between you and your partner. This relationship has the ability to both stand the test of time but at the same time help solidify your view around marriage.

♀ Vertex conjunct Venus

Fated romance, love interests, feeling like this love is meant to be.

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For those of you reading this & haven't met their long-term significant other (and is seeking them), you'll never truly know the next cluster of people that may walk into your life until you meet them. So keep an open mind about your future love interests & set aside that tunnel vision. The love that is mean for you will come when it's time.

Try not to attach a face to the "love of your life". As much as you may love them and they you, it's not your purpose to have them consume your every waking hour. You still have much to do, & much to learn don't you? Love will never be separated from man no matter what happens. We always yearn for it no matter what form it takes. It's just not healthy to plague yourself with their image, trust me I've been there.

"The one" to me, translates into an amalgamation of different details that somehow fit right beside you no matter how wonky it may look at first. Don't blame it on the stars, let the stars guide you.

Hope this helps ♡

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the-cosmic-cauldron · 6 months ago

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☾𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕟: 𝔻𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕟 ☾

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𝒜𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈 ℳℴℴ𝓃 🐏

An Aries Moon can present challenges due to the incompatibility between Mars (which rules Aries) and the Moon. Mars is outwardly focused, action-driven, aggressive, and full of desires, while the Moon is more introspective, focusing on emotions and nurturing. Because of this, Aries Moons struggle with internalizing their emotions; instead, they tend to act on them impulsively. Their emotions don’t get processed internally—they are expressed through immediate action, which often leads to impulsiveness.

Mars is aggressive, while the Moon is nurturing, so Aries Moons often struggle with nurturing others. When they give, it’s often done in an aggressive manner, rather than with emotional warmth or sentimentality. For example, if they want to give you a gift, it may be practical or something you’ve requested, but there’s no underlying emotional connection or thoughtfulness. They act, but they don’t take the time to ponder how their actions may make you feel.

Additionally, Mars is very active, and when placed in the Moon’s emotional position, it makes Aries Moons experience their emotions through actions. For instance, when an Aries Moon feels angry, they will channel it into action—perhaps by hitting a pillow or even a person. If they’re sad, they might act out destructively, such as drinking or indulging in reckless behavior. Emotions for an Aries Moon are always linked to an action, which makes them prone to acting on their feelings without considering the consequences. This makes an Aries Moon potentially volatile, as they don’t simply sit with their emotions—they act on them, which can be highly dangerous. This is why having the Moon in Aries can be a challenging placement.

𝒯𝒶𝓊𝓇𝓊𝓈 ℳℴℴ𝓃 🐂

Taurus and the Moon are in a harmonious position together because Taurus is ruled by Venus, and the Moon appreciates the beauty that Venus brings. This creates a natural compatibility between the two, with Venus enhancing the Moon’s qualities. Venusian energy is associated with physical beauty, and when Taurus occupies the Moon position, it leads to a focus on how one feels, not just how one looks. For example, a Taurus Sun might primarily focus on appearance, and a Taurus Rising might prioritize external beauty. However, a Taurus Moon values not only looking good but also feeling good. They connect their emotions to their physical image and surroundings. If they feel confident and beautiful, they want to express that through their appearance and environment. Their aesthetic is rooted in how they want to feel. For a Taurus Moon, this means creating a space that is calm, peaceful, and aligned with their sense of well-being.

The Venusian energy enhances this by providing a grounding influence. While Taurus Suns or Risings might focus more on surface-level beauty, the Moon’s influence brings a deeper connection to feeling good on the inside and outside. Taurus Moons are natural nurturers, and the Moon’s nurturing energy amplifies this trait. They are more likely to care for others, offer meaningful gifts, prepare beautiful meals, and provide nurturing in a physical, hands-on way. Whether it’s caring for people, animals, or even plants, Taurus Moons enjoy giving love and attention.

Because Taurus is an Earth sign, practicality is also important. This is why this placement is beneficial—while the Moon and Venus bring emotional depth and beauty, Taurus’s Earth nature ensures that the emotions stay grounded. A Taurus Moon seeks balance, ensuring that their emotions are steady and manageable. While Libra might be known for seeking balance, Taurus Moons crave stability in their emotions. They want to feel loved, appreciated, and calm. When their emotions become intense, Taurus Moons prefer to ground themselves, bringing their emotions back to a peaceful, centered state. This makes the Taurus Moon a particularly stable and nurturing placement for the Moon.

𝒢ℯ𝓂𝒾𝓃𝓊 ℳℴℴ𝓃 👯

For Gemini Moons, this is not an ideal placement because Gemini is ruled by Mercury, an air sign. First, being ruled by Mercury means that when it comes to their emotions, Gemini Moons prefer to talk about them and think through them. This leads to a certain detachment from their feelings, as they focus more on analyzing and processing their emotions rather than experiencing them directly. They often struggle to understand how they truly feel because they don’t give themselves enough time to simply feel before trying to dissect, analyze, or communicate it.

In an air sign like Gemini, this detachment is further emphasized. Instead of experiencing their emotions from a deep, emotional realm, they approach them from a rational, intellectual perspective. These individuals aren’t as concerned with feeling or understanding why they feel a certain way; instead, they focus on expressing what the emotion is and how it impacts them or others on a rational level. In this placement, the Moon—associated with emotions and the heart—clashes with Mercury’s intellectual and analytical nature. The Moon doesn’t like being in a position where it’s reduced to mere analysis, as it seeks to be felt deeply, not processed or dissected.

Additionally, Gemini is more social and communicative, but not particularly nurturing. When it comes to nurturing, Gemini Moons express it through social interactions—talking, sharing ideas, and engaging in conversation. This is a form of giving, but it’s not the type of nurturing the Moon seeks. The Moon prefers emotional depth and connection, and Gemini’s form of nurturing feels unconventional and may not be perceived as nurturing by others.

While the Moon is introspective, Gemini Moons tend to introspect in a theoretical, logical way, focusing on ideas and intellectual processes rather than diving into the emotional depths. As a result, the Moon feels neglected in this placement, as it is not being seen or honored in its true form. Gemini Moons are more focused on others and on how their emotions might impact people intellectually, but their emotional depth is often overlooked. This creates discomfort for the Moon, making this an uneasy position.

𝒞𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇 ℳℴℴ𝓃 🦀

The Cancer Moon is at home in this position because the Moon is conjunct with the Moon, which amplifies and intensifies the Moon’s energy. The Cancer Moon is deeply introspective and processes emotions by truly feeling them. They don’t just acknowledge their emotions—they experience them deeply and try to understand the root of their feelings. They seek emotional depth by reflecting on why they feel the way they do and striving to understand the underlying causes.

Cancer Moons are natural nurturers, and this instinct is only heightened in this placement. They have a strong desire to care for others, tend to things, and make everyone feel comfortable and cozy. With both the Moon and Cancer aligning, their emotions are strongly connected to the heart. They don’t analyze their feelings intellectually; instead, they experience and process them from within, allowing the Moon’s energy to flow freely through them. This enables them to be fully in tune with their emotional nature.

The Moon, being cyclical, runs in phases, and since Cancer is ruled by the Moon, they naturally align with this cycle. They don’t feel disoriented by the Moon’s changing phases; rather, they’ve adapted to this ebb and flow of emotions. Their emotions constantly change, and their mind, body, and heart are accustomed to this fluidity. In this position, the Moon feels at ease and comfortable, allowing Cancer Moons to experience their emotions fully. They feel deeply, and although they may not always enjoy the unpleasant emotions, they appreciate the process of feeling.

This connection to their feelings is what makes Cancer intuitive. By not overthinking their emotions, they are able to tap into their gut instincts and connect to their hearts, which enhances their intuition. Feeling deeply is also part of what makes them empathetic and understanding. Having navigated their own emotional experiences, Cancer Moons have developed a deep compassion and understanding for others, making them sensitive to the emotions of those around them.

ℒℯℴ ℳℴℴ𝓃 🦁

Leo in the Moon position is not ideal because Leo is ruled by the Sun, which thrives on shining brightly, bringing radiance, and being extroverted. The Sun loves to be seen, while the Moon is dark, elusive, and introverted. When the Sun’s energy is applied to the Moon, it forces the Moon to take on qualities that are inherently contradictory to its nature. The Moon no longer seeks to remain hidden and introverted; instead, it is compelled to radiate and be visible. This makes the Leo Moon person uncomfortable because the Moon’s natural tendency is to be internal, introspective, and private.

In this position, Leo’s desire for attention, recognition, and validation becomes more pronounced. The Moon, which typically hides emotions, is now shining them into the open. The result is a person who feels vulnerable, yet Leo’s pride resists vulnerability. They are torn between the internal, private nature of the Moon and the outward, attention-seeking energy of Leo. This creates a struggle, as the Leo Moon person is compelled to show their emotions but doesn’t want to be vulnerable or exposed.

This dynamic can create a situation where, during times of intense emotion, the Leo Moon’s feelings become apparent to everyone. They may wear their emotions on their sleeve, but once those emotions fade, they retreat into a more secretive or elusive state, creating an inconsistent and sometimes confusing emotional expression.

Ultimately, Leo Moons experience a dichotomy: they crave recognition, yet their pride keeps them from openly showing their vulnerability. The Moon’s natural tendency to hide and internalize is at odds with Leo’s desire to be seen and acknowledged. This creates an uncomfortable tension for the Leo Moon person, as the Moon wants to dim the Sun’s shine, but Leo’s sun-like energy ensures that their emotions are inevitably exposed.

𝒱𝒾𝓇𝑔ℴ ℳℴℴ𝓃 🌾

The Virgo Moon is a better placement for the Moon than the Gemini Moon because, while Gemini is ruled by Mercury and governed by the air element, the air energy takes us too far from what the Moon craves. The Moon seeks emotional depth and connection, but the air element creates a discrepancy with the Moon’s nature. Gemini’s emotional process is more intellectual, cerebral, and detached, leading to a lack of true emotional engagement. In contrast, Virgo shares similarities with Gemini in terms of processing, rationalizing, and analyzing emotions, often leaning into their intellect. However, Virgo is an earth sign, and the earth element provides the Moon with grounding, which Gemini’s air energy cannot.

The earth element offers a stable, absorbing quality that allows the Moon’s emotions to be grounded. Earth is like a sponge that absorbs water, creating a safe and stable space for emotional energy to flow, just like water washing up on sand. This grounding is beneficial for the Moon because it allows emotions to be processed in a more stable, less chaotic way. Therefore, the Virgo Moon is not a terrible position for the Moon.

However, the Virgo Moon struggles with perfectionism and refinement, which can be challenging in the emotional realm. Virgo has a natural desire to improve and perfect, and this trait extends to their emotions. Instead of fully feeling and experiencing their emotions, Virgo strives to purify them and make them “better.” Since emotions are fluid and ever-changing, this can lead to frustration. A Virgo Moon might try to move from a sad emotional state to a happy one without truly dealing with the sadness, attempting to refine their feelings to reach a more “acceptable” emotional state.

For example, a Virgo Moon might feel sad but won’t want to experience that sadness. They will try to shift themselves into a more positive emotion, such as happiness, without fully processing the sadness. In doing so, Virgo may engage in activities like shopping, socializing, or working on a project, all in an effort to “fix” their emotional state. However, this avoidance means they don’t truly engage with their feelings. Instead, they try to move from one emotional state to another, leaving little room for introspection or genuine emotional expression.

This desire for emotional refinement can also impact their interactions with others. When someone around a Virgo Moon is sad, the Virgo might try to “fix” the situation by offering solutions or suggesting ways to be happy, rather than simply sitting with the person’s emotions. This can come across as lacking empathy or compassion, as they are more focused on changing the emotional state than truly understanding or supporting the person.

While this grounding and attempt to stabilize emotions are helpful compared to the Gemini Moon’s purely intellectual approach, the Virgo Moon’s tendency to overanalyze and attempt to perfect emotions makes this placement less ideal for the Moon. Still, it is a better placement than the Gemini Moon, where emotional engagement is often too detached and cerebral. At least the Virgo Moon is trying to ground and process emotions, even if it struggles with perfectionism and emotional avoidance.

ℒ𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶 ℳℴℴ𝓃 ⚖️

The Libra Moon is not a terrible position for the Moon; it has both good qualities and some discrepancies, much like the Virgo Moon. Libra is ruled by Venus, and Venus is attracted to the Moon because they share an affinity for what the other offers. Venus enjoys the essence of the Moon, and the Moon enjoys the essence of Venus. Both bring beauty to the table, but they express it in different ways. Venus is more external, while the Moon is internal, creating a dynamic where they complement each other, but not always in harmony.

Libra, however, is an air sign, and air energy does not naturally align with the Moon’s qualities. Air is about facts, concrete knowledge, analysis, socialization, and communication. The Moon, on the other hand, is an internal, emotional planet, not focused on socializing. The combination of Libra’s air energy with the Moon’s internal nature creates a bit of a disconnect. While Libra desires connection, communication, and social engagement, the Moon encourages introspection, making it harder for Libra to express these desires outwardly.

People with a Libra Moon have a deep yearning for human connection—they want nothing more than to be around people, relate to others, and form bonds. However, this desire remains internalized. They feel the need for connection, but they don’t always express it, which can lead to a sense of longing for closeness without fully understanding how to achieve it. This emotional need is intensified by the Venusian influence, as Libra Moons are naturally inclined to love and connect with others.

The challenge for a Libra Moon is that, while they crave connection, they often lose touch with their own emotions in the process. They can become so focused on the need for connection that they lose their own emotional perspective. This desire for connection can lead to people-pleasing tendencies. If a Libra Moon cannot find the relationships they desire, they may resort to people-pleasing just to form connections, as their emotional world revolves around these connections.

Libra Moons also struggle with being alone. They find it difficult to exist without others, and being alone can feel uncomfortable. One of the complexities of the Libra Moon is that, being an air sign, they do not naturally express their emotions in a genuine, heartfelt way. Instead, they tend to rationalize their feelings, often explaining their emotions with logic and reason. This can give the impression that they are not being truthful about their emotions, especially to water signs, who are more in tune with their emotional depths. A Libra Moon might seem like they’re lying, but in reality, they’re simply processing their emotions intellectually. They may present a rational explanation for why they feel a certain way, even though this reasoning doesn’t necessarily reflect the true emotional experience beneath the surface.

While this is not a bad placement, it can be challenging for people who think that constantly seeking connection is a negative trait. The Libra Moon’s emotional world centers around finding connection, but the rationalization of their feelings can create a disconnection with their true emotional nature. It may not be the best placement for the Moon, but it is certainly not the worst.

𝒮𝒸ℴ𝓇𝓅𝒾ℴ ℳℴℴ𝓃 🦂

A Scorpio Moon is a very afflicted placement for the Moon, and many people don’t understand why. They often think that since the Moon represents emotions and Scorpio is a water sign—associated with emotions—it should be a perfect match. However, this is not the case, and we’re going to explore why.

First, Scorpio is ruled by two planets: Mars and Pluto. As we discussed with the Aries Moon earlier, Mars energy is active and impulsive, often driving individuals to act on their emotions rather than process them. The Moon, however, prefers to process emotions and reflect on them. The Martian energy is not compatible with the Moon’s more introspective nature, and this is the same issue with the Scorpio Moon. While Scorpio is ruled by Mars, it also has Pluto as a co-ruler, which adds another layer of complexity.

Mars energy makes the Scorpio Moon impulsive with their emotions. They tend to act on their feelings without taking time to process them, just as Aries does. However, the difference with Scorpio is that Pluto’s energy transforms this emotional impulsiveness. Pluto brings darkness and depth to the Scorpio Moon’s emotions. It is a heavy, intense, and transformative energy that deals with trauma, pain, and regeneration.

So why doesn’t the Moon thrive in this position? The Moon is introspective and emotional, but it is not equipped to handle the extreme depths of Pluto’s energy. While Scorpio’s introspection aligns with the Moon’s need for self-reflection, Pluto requires individuals to dive into the darkest, rawest parts of themselves, accessing emotions from a place of deep trauma. The Moon deals with our everyday, cyclical emotions, but Pluto takes Scorpio Moons to a far more intense and profound emotional depth. This makes their emotions incredibly intense and difficult for the Moon to process, as they are not accustomed to such deep, heavy feelings.

The Scorpio Moon feels emotions so deeply that the Moon struggles to understand how to deal with them. The emotional intensity is extreme, and emotions linger for long periods due to Pluto’s influence. This slow, transformative process stands in contrast to the Moon’s tendency to move more quickly through emotions. Pluto’s slow-moving energy means that Scorpio Moons feel their emotions for a long time, transforming them at their core. This creates an imbalance because the Moon, which seeks comfort and security, is at odds with Scorpio’s desire for change and transformation. The Moon seeks familiarity and coziness, while Scorpio seeks the opposite—radical transformation. The Moon doesn’t feel comfortable with Pluto’s need to change and disrupt, and Scorpio is not naturally inclined to nurture emotions in a comforting way.

Furthermore, Scorpio is not inherently a nurturing sign. While it knows how to be intimate, sexual, and aggressive, it doesn’t excel at nurturing in the way the Moon typically desires. Scorpio’s energy is more about intimacy and deep connection rather than the comfort and care that the Moon craves. For Scorpio Moons, nurturing often comes through sexual intimacy or deep emotional connections, but not in the traditional sense of nurturing.

In summary, the Scorpio Moon is an extremely intense and difficult placement. It deals with deep, dark emotions that the Moon is not accustomed to handling. The Moon’s desire for comfort and stability is at odds with Scorpio’s transformative, uncomfortable energy. This placement often indicates that the individual has experienced deep trauma or pain in their life—something that has left a lasting impact. It is one of the most challenging placements for the Moon, as the emotional depths and intensity are difficult to manage, and there is little room for the Moon’s usual processing and reflection.

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The Sagittarius Moon is generally considered to be in a good position, though it does have its caveats. This placement benefits from the combination of the Moon and Jupiter, which together create a person who is typically upbeat, light-hearted, and enjoys having fun. Jupiter’s energy brings abundance to emotions, amplifying whatever the Sagittarius Moon feels. This means that when a Sagittarius Moon feels happy, they feel truly joyous and excited, and their optimism is contagious. Jupiter’s influence instills an overall sense of hope, making them confident that they can overcome challenges, even when they feel down.

However, there are drawbacks to this placement as well. While Jupiter’s energy is expansive, the Moon seeks comfort and security. This creates a conflict because the Sagittarius Moon craves emotional comfort but also has a strong desire to expand and move forward. The Moon’s energy doesn’t always align with Sagittarius’ need for constant growth and exploration, leading to a tension between wanting emotional stability and the urge to push forward. As a result, Sagittarius Moons often find it difficult to fully process their emotions, as their desire to keep moving forward can cause them to detach from their feelings.

This detachment means that Sagittarius Moons often prioritize their beliefs over their emotions. The Moon calls for emotional reflection, while Sagittarius, ruled by Jupiter, focuses on beliefs and the expansion of knowledge. As a result, the Sagittarius Moon may become more absorbed in their beliefs, sometimes to the point of being inflexible. This can create challenges, as their emotions may conflict with their beliefs, causing them to suppress or discard their feelings. Similarly, if someone else’s emotions challenge their beliefs, the Sagittarius Moon may distance themselves from that person in order to maintain their sense of forward momentum and optimism.

Despite these challenges, the Sagittarius Moon can be a very positive placement in certain respects. When they are happy, their energy is contagious, and others are often drawn to their enthusiasm. However, the expansive nature of Jupiter means that when a Sagittarius Moon is sad or angry, those emotions are also amplified, and their intensity can affect those around them. In summary, while the Sagittarius Moon brings an abundance of optimism and confidence, it also requires a balancing act between emotional detachment and the need for emotional growth.

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The Capricorn Moon is considered a challenging position for the Moon because Capricorn is ruled by Saturn. Saturn’s energy is inherently heavy, but it differs from the intensity of Pluto’s energy. While Pluto seeks to delve into the depths of things to transform them, Saturn focuses on long-term goals, requiring persistence through obstacles to achieve success. This creates a tension with the Moon, which is centered on emotions, comfort, and nurturing. Saturn, by contrast, is not concerned with emotions but with structure, discipline, and responsibility.

In this position, Capricorn Moons often feel like their emotions are another task or duty they must manage. They approach their emotions with a sense of responsibility or work, rather than simply feeling and processing them naturally. This makes it difficult for them to connect with their emotional needs because they feel a constant pressure to focus on achievement, future goals, and meeting expectations. This drive to “do” rather than “feel” can leave them struggling with a sense of inadequacy, as Saturn’s heavy energy creates a burden of responsibility and the belief that they must constantly prove themselves or succeed in life.

Saturn’s influence dampens the Moon’s natural emotional expression, making the emotions more serious, rigid, and subdued. While the Moon doesn’t inherently dislike seriousness, Saturn’s rigid nature often leads to emotional repression. Capricorn Moons tend to suppress their feelings over long periods, focusing instead on long-term objectives. However, because the Moon is deeply emotional and cyclical, this suppression can build up over time, leading to emotional triggers that release those pent-up feelings in intense ways.

Another challenge is the fundamental difference in pacing. The Moon is fast-moving and cyclical, while Saturn is slow and deliberate. Capricorn Moons often struggle to process emotions quickly, preferring to move through them slowly, which can make them feel disconnected from the present. This slowness, combined with Saturn’s heaviness, can create a sense of emotional darkness or neglect. The Moon finds Saturn’s harsh and rigid energy uncomfortable, as it conflicts with the Moon’s need for comfort and fluidity.

Overall, the Capricorn Moon carries a sense of emotional duty, often prioritizing long-term goals and external expectations over immediate emotional needs. While this placement can create disciplined and resilient individuals, it also requires conscious effort to address and process emotions in a healthy and present way.

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Aquarius moons, like Capricorn moons, share Saturn as a ruler. This gives Aquarius moons a certain similarity to Capricorn moons, particularly in their serious approach to emotions, focus on accomplishments, and drive toward achievement and upholding societal norms. However, Aquarius also has Uranus as its co-ruler. This dual rulership creates a unique dynamic: while Saturn represents structure, discipline, and tradition, Uranus introduces a rebellious, future-focused energy that shakes things up.

The moon, by its nature, is tied to the past and thrives on comfort, emotional security, and absorption. In contrast, Uranus is abrupt, chaotic, and forward-looking, creating a natural tension. Uranus dislikes the moon’s focus on the past, while the moon resists Uranus’s erratic and disruptive energy. The moon also leans toward emotional depth and nurturing, whereas Uranus prioritizes intellect, innovation, and progression, often disregarding emotional needs.

For Aquarius moons, this means detachment becomes a necessity. To stay aligned with their cerebral, air-driven qualities, they often distance themselves from the emotional core of situations. Uranus thrives on change—abrupt, unexpected change that is not like Pluto’s deep, transformative cycles. Uranian change is sudden and driven by a need for novelty and forward movement. Anytime Saturn’s steady and traditional energy feels too dominant, Uranus intervenes, creating abrupt pivots to maintain newness and progress.

This is where the moon struggles. The moon craves cycles, predictability, and nurturing energy. Uranus, however, rejects cycles in favor of unpredictability and progression. For Aquarius moons, emotions can feel like a burden, something that slows them down. They often detach from emotional matters to focus on innovation, the bigger picture, and collective ideals.

While the moon moves quickly through predictable phases, Uranus is erratic and wild, disrupting the moon’s natural rhythm. Aquarius moons, therefore, feel pulled between these conflicting energies. They may neglect or suppress their emotions to prioritize intellect and future-oriented goals. Their focus is on propelling society forward, often at the expense of personal emotional connection and intimate nurturing.

This is why the moon is uncomfortable in Aquarius. It’s not the worst placement, but it’s far from ideal. The moon prefers the warmth and emotional depth of water or the stability and grounding of earth. Air signs, especially Aquarius with its erratic Uranian influence, can feel too detached and cerebral for the moon’s natural tendencies.

In summary, Aquarius moons prioritize intellect, innovation, and the future. They often struggle to connect emotionally and tend to suppress their feelings to avoid being weighed down. This makes them focused on societal progression and big ideals, but it also creates tension with the moon’s inherent need for emotional connection, security, and nurturing cycles.

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The Pisces moon tends to thrive in this position because Pisces is a water sign, naturally connected to emotions, just as the moon is. Both energies resonate with intuition, sensitivity, and emotional depth. However, there’s a tricky dynamic with Pisces due to its co-rulers, Neptune and Jupiter.

Neptune and the moon can work harmoniously, but this combination can also distort reality. The Neptunian influence in Pisces can amplify traits like imagination and emotional depth, but it can also exasperate a lack of grounding, practicality, or realism. This placement may cause individuals to become lost in their imagination or emotions, creating a stark contrast with reality.

Neptune governs illusions, dreams, and the unseen, which aligns with the moon’s internal and intuitive nature. The moon feels at ease with this energy, as it also operates in the realm of the inner world. However, the moon craves comfort and emotional security, whereas Pisces, influenced by Jupiter, seeks freedom, exploration, and expansion. Jupiter’s energy pushes the Pisces moon beyond the moon’s preferred comfort zone, while Neptune pulls it further into imagination and transcendence.

The result is a delicate balancing act. On the one hand, the Neptunian influence fuels creativity, intuition, and emotional expression. On the other hand, it can lead to escapism, elusiveness, and a detachment from reality. Pisces moons often internalize their emotions through imagination, creating a feedback loop where their feelings and fantasies feed into each other, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

Jupiter’s expansive nature further complicates this. It craves abundance, freedom, and boundlessness, which can conflict with the moon’s need for security and routine. Additionally, Neptune’s tendency to filter experiences through rose-colored glasses can create deception or delusion. The moon, lacking discernment beyond intuition, internalizes these imagined realities, making delusions feel emotionally real and deeply believed.

Without grounding influences, such as earth energy in the chart, a Pisces moon can become entirely unmoored, caught in its imagination and fantasies with little connection to the real world. This lack of grounding can make it difficult for them to establish boundaries or take responsibility, leading to chaos and emotional overwhelm.

While the Pisces moon is not a bad placement, it can become problematic when overly influenced by Neptune’s boundless, dreamy energy and Jupiter’s expansive, freedom-seeking tendencies. The combination may result in emotional chaos, lack of direction, and detachment from reality.

In essence, the Pisces moon thrives in the emotional and intuitive realm, but its challenge lies in integrating this rich internal world with external reality. Without balance, it risks becoming too free-spirited, too unbounded, and too focused on the imaginary, losing touch with the grounded, practical elements of life.

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