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[itaehynz]

three’s a (choi) charm! ˙ ⋆ . ˚ ☆

32. BLESS YOUR HEART.

warnings: written + socmed.

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When you got to the park, it was emptier than expected. A few people scattered across the grass, couples huddled in the distance, the faint hum of a projector somewhere ahead.

Yeonjun picked a spot under a tree and spread out the blanket. He handed you a sandwich wrapped in foil and a can of peach soda.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a bit of everything,” he said, sitting beside you, cross-legged.

You looked at the picnic spread—chips, fruit, some candy, even a large water bottle—and felt something tighten sweetly in your chest.

The movie started without either of you realizing. Some old black-and-white romance flick, but you didn’t really care about the plot. Not when Yeonjun was this close to you again. Not when his knee nudged yours every few minutes like it was trying to say something he hadn’t yet.

About halfway through the film, you glanced over. He was already looking at you.

“Are you having fun?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. More than I expected to.”

He smiled, soft and boyish, and leaned back on his hands, staring up at the stars beginning to blink awake.

“I’m glad,” he murmured. “Because I’ve been wanting to do this with you for a while.”

You didn’t say anything. You just scooted a little closer, letting your shoulder brush against his.

—

The movie had ended hours ago. The park was silent now, the projector packed up and long gone, the night settling in fully around the two of you.

The walk back to Yeonjun’s car was slow, quiet in a way that felt cautious. Not tense—just… thoughtful. His hand brushed against yours a few times, and each time, it lingered a little longer before pulling back again.

You both knew what this night could’ve been. Still, you weren’t in a rush to close the space between you.

When you finally reached the car, neither of you moved to open the doors. The moment stretched thin between you, like a string pulled taut, waiting for someone to speak first.

Yeonjun glanced at you, then away, then back again. His mouth opened slightly like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He just stepped a little closer, eyes soft and unreadable in the faint light of the streetlamp overhead.

You leaned your weight against the car door, facing him. It would’ve been easy. So easy to kiss him. And for a second—you almost did.

His hand reached for yours again, this time holding on. Not tight—just enough for you to feel it. His other hand hovered near your waist, hesitant.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly, voice barely above the wind. You nodded once, something so slight, he could’ve missed it. “Yeah.”

You were close now. Close enough to feel his breath. Close enough that the whole world seemed to shrink down to this tiny space between your lips and his.

But right before it could happen—right before your nose brushed his and your fingers curled a little tighter around his hoodie—you both paused.

He pulled back and so did you.

A breath caught in the space between your chests. “I—” he started, but stopped. He looked away, eyes flickering toward the sky like he needed somewhere else to place his thoughts.

You stepped back slightly too, a quiet exhale slipping from your lips. The warmth between you faded just a little, replaced by something more fragile. “It feels too fast, doesn’t it?”

He didn’t look at you right away. Just nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he said. “Not because I don’t want to. I do. God, I do. But last time…” He trailed off.

You didn’t need him to finish.

You both remembered the last time. The intimate rush of it. The confusion after. How it made everything messy instead of clear. How you stopped talking for days, not because you didn’t care—but because you both cared too much and didn’t know what to do with it.

This was different—you wanted it to be different.

So you reached for his hand again, intertwining your fingers gently. “We don’t have to force it,” you whisper. “I’d rather get it right this time.”

He finally looked at you—really looking at you—and his expression softened like he was silently thanking you for saying what he hadn’t been able to.

“Then let’s get it right,” he said.

You nodded. And even though your lips hadn’t touched, somehow, it still felt like something real had happened.

You didn’t kiss that night.

But maybe that made all the difference.

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[itaehynz]

heyy, can u do a quick yeonjun blurb that is like racing themed and when yeonjun is about to race he finds a little sticky note on his helmet that reader put it for him to read to give him goodluck or reassurance that he’ll do well?

FIRST LAP.

pairing: underground racer!yeonjun x reader.

genre: racer au, fluff.

warnings: established relationship.

The roar of engines bounced off the walls of the deserted racing track, shivering up your spine as you watch your boyfriend stand just off the track; helmet tucked under his arm and sweaty hair clinging to his forehead.

He was focused—jaw ticked, neck cocked and eyes narrowed. Yet, you knew, under that cocky façade—it were his nerves settling in, buzzing like static underneath his skin.

One more race, one more chance to prove himself. To his manager, to all of those watching, his opponents and more importantly, you.

You catch a glimpse of his manager saying something to him, probably that he was next to race. He reassuringly pats him on the shoulder and walks off as Yeonjun rolls his shoulders back trying to relax.

Your breath catches as he finally moves to put on his helmet.

And then he pauses.

Fingers still, eyes narrowing slightly, shoulders dropping just a little. You watch from a distance as he notices it—a sticky note, clinging to the top of the visor. Your handwriting in ink, slightly slanted from how fast you scribbled it before sneaking it into his helmet bag.

It doesn’t matter what the time says, you’re always a winner in my eyes. I love you and be safe, baby. — Y/n.

You see the way his lips part slightly, then pull into a soft smile, subtle but so unmistakably him—a little crooked, a little stunned, like he forgot how badly he needed to hear that.

With one last look around, he peels the note off carefully and folds it once before slipping it inside his suit, right over his heart.

Then he lifts the helmet to his head.

And just before it covers his face entirely, you catch it—The shift in his demeanor. The calm before the storm. The determination settling into his bones.

He wasn’t racing to prove anything anymore. Not to the cameras. Not to the world. Not even to himself.

Now, he was only racing for you.

The light flashes red—then yellow—then green. And he takes off—not to win—or escape but because for the first time in a long time, he knows exactly who he is and who’s waiting for him at the finish line.

© 2025 iTAEHYNZ.

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[itaehynz]

three’s a (choi) charm! ˙ ⋆ . ˚ ☆

32. TIME IS MONEY AND I HAVE NONE.

warnings: slight profanity, ONE ref to g&g 🚬🚬

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A/N: very quick chapter! i’ll have something better for you guys on wednesday 🥰

[itaehynz]

three’s a (choi) charm! ˙ ⋆ . ˚ ☆

31. OIL & WATER.

warnings: socmed + written, beomgyu’s pov

Prior to the messages, I didn’t plan to open the door—in all honesty. I didn’t know who was coming over nor did I expect them to come back right after Wooyoung and Heeseung had left. This was probably apart of their plan though…

Ugh, who am I kidding? This obviously was apart of their plan. I’m not even scared to see them, just nervous. I don’t know if they’re still upset with me or if they even plan on actually talking to me. I’m gonna have to push it aside for now, though.

Opening the door, I’m met with two very familiar faces. My two cousins, Yeonjun and Soobin. We all stare at each other, tight-lipped and awkward. Awkwardly enough, I furrow my brows shamefully and leave them to go back to my game, still going on in the living room.

They share a look, slightly taken aback by how I dismissive I seemed. Closing the door behind them, one of them, who I’m sure was Yeonjun, clears their throat.

“Hey Gyu,” Yeonjun says carefully, stepping further into the apartment. His voice is softer than I expected—lighter, like he’s trying not to set something off. Soobin follows right behind him, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his jacket.

I don’t say anything—I couldn’t say anything. I can just pretend I’m too focused on the game, but in reality, I haven’t pressed a single button since they walked in. My fingers are just resting on the controller, completely still. My mind is much louder than whatever is happening on the screen.

“Are you really gonna ignore us? I thought we were past that,” Soobin says, his voice more direct than Yeonjun’s but not exactly in a confrontational way. More so tired. Disappointed.

“I’m not ignoring you,” I mumble, still not turning around. “I just… wasn’t ready to talk yet.”

“Then say that instead of walking off like you don’t know us.” Yeonjun finally says. His voice wasn’t mean—it never really is. Just filled with this kind of quiet disappointment that makes my stomach twist.

There’s a beat of silence. Maybe two? I hear them shuffle out of their shoes as I stare at the paused game screen, watching the frozen characters like they held the answers to all my questions. Yeonjun shifts on the armrest beside me, his presence not exactly comforting. Not yet. Not when things between us are still raw, still quietly being fixed under the surface.

“I know,” I say, quieter. “That was messed up. I didn’t mean to… I just wasn’t expecting it to feel this weird.”

Soobin shifts, stepping closer now. “Well… it wasn’t exactly sunshine the last time we spoke to each other.”

Right. That.

Our last conversation—or whatever it was—felt more like a slow crash than an argument. Nothing thrown. No yelling. Just tension, silence, cold words with hot meanings. I said something I didn’t mean. Or maybe I did mean it at the time. And they both left, one after the other, slamming two different doors behind them. We hadn’t really spoken since. Time passed. Maybe not much—but enough time to think. But either way, that day, we all said things with bruised egos and clouded judgment. So we needed space, and we took it.

“We’re not here to pick up where we left off,” Yeonjun says, as if reading my thoughts. “We’re here to… try again. With clearer heads.”

“I wasn’t trying to fight that night,” I say, eyes still fixed on the blank screen. “I just—I was overwhelmed and said stuff I didn’t know how to explain. Stuff I hadn’t even fully figured out.”

Yeonjun hums, not annoyed, just processing. “We were all tense. It wasn’t just you.”

“We needed the time,” Soobin adds, finally sitting on the edge of the couch. “I get it now. Back then I thought you both were just being difficult. But I wasn’t listening either. None of us were.”

That gets me to finally look at them. “So what now?”

Yeonjun lets out a breath, finally settling into his usual spot on the couch, but still keeping some space. “Now… we talk. Or try. Or sit here in awkward silence until we laugh about how bad we are at this.”

Yeonjun’s relaxed now, half-lounged on the couch like he’s already let it go, but Soobin… he’s still watching me. Not suspicious, not angry. Just quiet. The kind of quiet that sees everything.

“You know what messed me up the most?” he finally says.

“What?”

“You looked at us like we were the problem.” His voice is calm, but not soft. “Like we were standing in your way instead of beside you.”

I swallow that. Hard. Because that’s what hurt them. Not the silence. Not the space. The fact that I made them feel like enemies when they’d always just tried to be my home.

“I wasn’t thinking straight,” I say, eyes fixed on the edge of the couch cushion. “I felt cornered. Like if I admitted I was hurting, I’d fall apart. And I didn’t want you to see that. I didn’t want either of you to see me like that.”

“Too late,” Yeonjun says, without even looking up from his phone. “We already saw you like that. The difference is… we didn’t run.”

That part makes my chest tighten. Because they’re right. They stayed. Even when I was cold. Even when I kept pulling away. They stayed until I pushed too hard—and even then, they came back.

“I’ve never been good at being vulnerable,” I admit. “I always act like I’m fine until it’s too much.”

Soobin tilts his head a bit, mouth twitching into something that’s almost a smile. “Yeah. You bottle it up until it gets ugly. We know. But we’ve also seen the other parts. The parts where you try. Where you care too much but don’t know what to do with it.”

That makes my eyes sting. I blink hard. I don’t want to cry, not now, not with them watching me this closely. But something in me cracks anyway.

“I’m sorry,” I say. And this time it doesn’t sound forced or defensive or like something I’m saying just to make it end. It’s real. It’s from the part of me that hates hurting people I love just because I haven’t figured out how to love myself all the way yet.

“I know,” Soobin says. And for once, that’s enough.

There’s a long pause where none of us speak, but it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels like we’re letting the air settle. Like we’re giving everything said a place to breathe.

“Hey,” I say, nudging Yeonjun with my knee. He looks over. “Thanks for coming back.”

He raises a brow. “Wasn’t really a choice.”

Soobin chuckles. “Yeah, we were always gonna come back.”

And somehow… that breaks me more than the fight ever did. Not in a bad way. In a healing way.

I sink a little further into the couch, head falling back against the cushion. The ceiling looks the same as it always has, but it feels different now. Like the air has finally let go of everything it was holding.

Yeonjun glances over at me. “You okay?”

I nod, slow. “Getting there.”

Soobin stretches his legs out, “Honestly, I think we all needed that break. I was starting to forget how to talk without walking on eggshells.”

Yeonjun hums in agreement. “Yeah. It got real… fragile.”

And he’s not wrong, it did. We were all tiptoeing around each other like one wrong word would set off another argument. Like honesty was too sharp to bear. Like we didn’t trust the space between us enough to fill it with the truth.

I run a hand through my hair, “I hated it. The space. The silence.”

Soobin looks over. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think I was allowed to.”

That slips out before I can catch it, but I don’t take it back. It’s the truth.

Yeonjun tilts his head, confused. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

“Because I was the one who blew everything up.” I laugh quietly, bitter but not angry. “It felt like… if I reached out too soon, it’d just make it worse. Like maybe you were better off without me.”

“Don’t do that,” Soobin says, voice firmer now. “You don’t get to decide that for us.”

Yeonjun leans forward, elbows on his knees. “We were hurt, yeah. Upset? Definitely. But we were never better off without you. Just… hoping. Waiting.”

“Waiting for me to stop self-destructing?”

“No,” he says. “Waiting for you to stop being afraid we’d leave if you weren’t okay all the time.”

I blink. That’s exactly what it was. I was so sure that the second I stopped being the version of myself that was fun, composed, supportive—they’d leave. That I’d be too much. That the mess in me would drown them.

But they didn’t. They waited. They came back and they’re still here.

The quiet comes back, but it’s different now. It’s not awkward, not sharp. Just… there.

By the end of the conversation, I understood what I hadn’t for years: that even within family, difference doesn’t mean distance. We may never fully see eye to eye and that’s okay. Like oil and water, we don’t need to mix to find peace; we just need to learn how to stay beside each other.

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A/N: most emotional chapter so far but we are now back to regular programming! hehe 🤭

[itaehynz]

Are you still planning to do your 800 followers event?

i plan to finish it soon but with all the chapters i have left of three’s a charm, it probably won’t be finished anytime soon :( but i’m gonna get some works out to at least add to the event masterlist & to fulfill some requests !!

[itaehynz]

three’s a (choi) charm! ˙ ⋆ . ˚ ☆

30. LET’S TRY THIS AGAIN.

warnings: fluff, ryujin being an amazing friend

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A/N: liiiiife is worrrrrth livinggggg (finally)

[itaehynz]

Hi niaaa 💕 I’m so glad you’re back <3

HIII NIAAA 🥹🥹 aw shucks, i’m so glad to be back!! thank you for welcoming me back with open arms 💕💕

[itaehynz]

three’s a (choi) charm! ˙ ⋆ . ˚ ☆

29. WE’RE GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER!

warnings: nothing afaik

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A/N: left you guys for so long but WE ARE BACK!! here’s a major drop for you guys and i hope you enjoy it 😍

[itaehynz]

are there plans to finish threes a charm?

absolutely! i’ve been working on a few chapters, which will be out soon! 💕

[itaehynz]

TAKE A BITE ⋆ ˚ ࿔

pairing: choi soobin x reader.

genre: angst, bittersweet.

word count: 3.019k words.

warnings: semi-forced proximity, the following are mentioned; cheating, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, mental health struggles // profanity, unresolved tension, crying, bittersweet ending.

synopsis: all you ever wanted was love but once you got it, it wasn’t good to you. one person ruined your perception of love, let you go and the both of you moved on—you think. but somehow, you end up crossing paths, for the last and final time.

ni’s notes: i’m finally back! i’m so sorry for taking so long with this work but i’m glad to be able to share this with you guys! happy reading. 💕

The morning sun crept through the edges of your curtains, the soft glow dragging you out of a dream you couldn’t remember. You blinked slowly, then rolled onto your side, arm brushing the cold half of the bed beside you. It was quiet—no city noise, no roommate, just the low hum of your fan spinning lazily overhead.

For a moment, you just laid there, watching the ceiling, not thinking of anything in particular. Then the familiar tug of loneliness swept in like clockwork. You shook it off. It was just another Saturday. Nothing special.

You sat up, stretched until your back cracked, and trudged into the kitchen. The coffee machine gurgled to life, filling the apartment with the smell of bitter grounds. You scrolled mindlessly through your phone as the machine whirred, pausing when a notification from Yeonjun popped up in your texts.

yeonjun: call me when ur awake!!!!

You glanced at the time and winced. He’d probably been up for hours. You poured your coffee, added too much creamer, then dialed. It only rang once.

“Fucking FINALLY!” Yeonjun practically yelled into your ear. “I was starting to think you died or some shit.”

“Good morning to you too,” you muttered, sipping your coffee as you leaned against the counter. “What’s with the all-caps urgency?”

He huffed dramatically. “You forgot what today is, didn’t you?”

You blinked. “Uh… Saturday?”

“Try again.”

“…Laundry day?”

“Y/N.”

You rubbed your forehead, then it hit you. “Oh god. Your birthday.”

“Yup. I’m not even mad. Just disappointed.”

You groaned, sliding down into a chair. “I didn’t forget. I just… forgot this morning. But I got your gift. It’s all wrapped and ready, okay?”

“Okay, forgiven. Barely. But hey, that’s not even why I called.” He paused. “I’m throwing a little party at Beomgyu’s place tonight. Super casual. No pressure—but I’ll cry if you don’t show up.”

You smirked. “Guilt-tripping on your birthday? Very classy, Jun.”

“I learned from the best. Just come, alright? I miss you. Everyone does.”

You hesitated, your finger tracing the rim of your mug. “Yeah, right. I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy for me?” Yeonjun asked quietly, and something about his voice made your chest ache.

You sighed. “No. Not that busy. I’ll be there.”

He let out a cheer that made you wince again. “Dress nice. Eat first. We’re doing cake at ten!”

You smiled, genuinely this time. “Got it. See you tonight.”

You hung up, placing your phone on the counter, and sat in silence for a beat.

Yeonjun’s birthday. That meant everyone would be there. Probably including Soobin.

Your stomach clenched before you could stop it.

You didn’t even know if he’d show. Maybe he wouldn’t. But if he did—what then? What would you say? What would you do?

You shook your head quickly, standing up. You weren’t going to ruin the night over someone who wasn’t even yours anymore. You were fine. You are fine.

You took your time getting ready. Took a long, hot shower. Stared at your closet for twenty minutes before settling on something that made you feel confident—but not like you were trying too hard. Not for anyone.

You curled your hair loosely, added light makeup, and paused when you caught your reflection. You looked good. Strong. Put together. Like someone who wasn’t unraveling at the thought of possibly seeing her ex for the first time in months.

You grabbed Yeonjun’s present—an inside joke wrapped in shiny blue paper—and left before you could think twice.

-

The air inside the apartment was thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses as Yeonjun’s birthday party raged on. The music pulsed through the walls, and the group of friends filled the room with their cheerful chatter. You tried to block out the noise, smiling in polite distraction as you sipped your drink, pretending to enjoy the festivities. This was supposed to be a good night, wasn’t it?

It had been two years since you’d last seen him. Two long years. The last time you laid eyes on Soobin, your world had shattered into pieces. The last time you spoke, the words that were exchanged burned—because they were laced with truth.

You were over him now, or so you thought. Time had passed, and though the memories still haunted you, you’d rebuilt yourself. Or so you’d like to think.

But there was one thing you hadn’t anticipated: the possibility of running into him tonight. At Yeonjun’s birthday party of all places.

You should’ve known. Yeonjun and Soobin had been friends long before you ever got involved with him. You knew that Yeonjun would invite him. He was kind like that—inviting any and everybody who mattered to him. But you hadn’t expected it, hadn’t realized that this mutual friend would lead you straight into the one thing you tried so hard to forget.

And there he was, standing near the door, smiling as he greeted some of Yeonjun’s friends. His voice was the same, his laugh even more familiar. But the way his eyes scanned the room—a trace of recognition settling on you when they landed—made your heart twist in a way you hadn’t expected.

You should have walked away. You should have left, told Yeonjun you weren’t feeling well and retreated to your apartment, back to your safe space where your broken heart wouldn’t have to face its past. But you stayed. You didn’t know why. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was that part of you that wanted closure—the part that had been yearning to just know why.

As the night carried on, you could feel Soobin’s presence like a weight in the room, his eyes trailing you. It was impossible to avoid him. And finally, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him move. Soobin, standing by the drinks table, seemingly deep in conversation with someone else. But something in his posture, the way he seemed to shift just a little too often in your direction, told you he was still aware of your presence.

Your pulse quickened. You couldn’t avoid this forever, could you? The thought of facing him, confronting the mess that had once been your relationship, made your stomach churn.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. You were over it. Over him. But the ache that settled in your chest, the sharp pang of nostalgia and grief, was enough to make you question that certainty.

“Hey,” Yeonjun suddenly appeared beside you, his wide grin breaking through your thoughts. “You okay? You were kinda zoning out there.”

“Yeah,” you forced a smile. “I’m just… tired. It’s been a long week.”

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. He seemed to sense that something was off, but like any good friend, he respected your need for space. “Alright, well, if you need anything, just let me know. I’m gonna grab another drink. Wanna come?”

“Sure, yeah,” you lied, hoping the excuse would give you a moment to breathe.

As the two of you made your way to the bar, you could feel Soobin’s eyes following you, even though you dared not look back. The sensation was almost suffocating.

Yeonjun and you continued to chat, but your mind was elsewhere. A few minutes later, you both returned to the party, where the conversation grew louder, and the atmosphere more chaotic. It felt like everyone had forgotten the real weight of the night—the uncomfortable tension that existed in the space between you and Soobin.

But it wasn’t until later in the evening that things took a turn.

You were standing near the back of the apartment, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, trying to get away from all of the noise, when someone suddenly appeared beside you.

“So,” his voice, low and hesitant, sent a jolt through your body. “We’re not really going to pretend like we don’t see each other, are we?”

Your breath hitched. Soobin.

You refused to look up, even as his presence loomed beside you, impossibly close. The room felt smaller with him near you, and your heart was pounding in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to have this conversation—not now, not here, with so many eyes around. But his voice—his tone—was quiet, intimate. And you knew, deep down, that you couldn’t keep avoiding him forever.

“I didn’t think you’d still be around,” you replied, voice colder than you intended, as you finally allowed yourself to glance at him. Your gaze quickly darted away, but not before noticing the subtle changes in his features. He looked… different. Tired. Like he’d been through more than you had ever imagined.

“I didn’t think you’d be here,” he said, his voice strained. “But here we are.”

Silence hung thick between you, the weight of your shared past settling over you like a thick fog. You wanted to say something, anything, but the words felt too heavy. The memories, the pain, the raw emotion you had buried so deep inside—was it possible for him to feel it too?

“I didn’t expect to see you again,” you whispered, barely audible. “Not like this.”

“So, what? You don’t want to talk?” Soobin’s voice cracked, and you noticed the way his hand clenched at his side. You had never seen him so vulnerable, so unsure. “You don’t even want to know why?”

The air in the room felt suffocating, pressing in on you as you fought to keep your composure.

“I don’t think there’s anything left to say, Soobin,” you managed, forcing the words out despite the lump in your throat. “You said everything when you left.”

He flinched, the expression on his face crumbling. “I know,” he whispered. “I know what I did to you… and I hate myself for it.”

You shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “Hating yourself doesn’t fix anything.”

There was a long pause before he spoke again. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. You have to know that.”

“You never wanted to hurt me?” you repeated, the anger building in your chest. “You didn’t want to hurt me? Then why did you cheat? Why did you lie to me?” Your voice grew louder, more desperate, as the emotions you’d buried for so long surged to the surface.

Soobin looked away, his face contorting with regret. “I was stupid,” he said quietly. “I thought I could keep both—”

“Both?” you cut him off, your voice sharp. “You thought you could keep both? You couldn’t even keep one, Soobin. You couldn’t keep me.”

The room seemed to grow quieter, the sounds of the party fading into the background as you both stood there, locked in an invisible battle. Every word that left your mouth felt like a stab, but you couldn’t stop yourself. It was like everything you’d been holding in for the past two years was pouring out all at once.

After a few beats, Soobin took a deep breath and met your eyes. The look in his eyes was one of helplessness, and you could see it—the guilt. The same guilt that had once been a constant in his eyes when he realized he had broken you.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I need you to know that I never stopped caring about you. I never stopped loving you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. How many times had you wondered if he ever thought about you? If he regretted it? If he had moved on and forgotten about you? And now, here he was, saying the words you never thought you’d hear.

“You think that makes it better?” You took a step back, fighting the sob that threatened to escape from your throat. “You think that after everything, you can just say that and make it go away? You broke me, Soobin. You ruined everything.”

His face twisted in pain, and he reached for you, but you took another step back, your hand held up to stop him. “Don’t.”

The moment stretched on, the weight of his words hanging between you like a heavy shroud. Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity, both of you grappling with your emotions. The silence was deafening.

“I can’t do this,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “I can’t forgive you. Not now. Not ever.”

Soobin flinched like you’d struck him, but you weren’t done. You couldn’t be. Not after everything.

Your voice shook as you continued, like every syllable weighed a hundred pounds. “Do you even understand what you did to me?”

Soobin blinked, guilt written all over his face. But he stayed quiet. Maybe because he knew there was nothing he could say to fix it. Maybe because he knew you needed this more than he needed to be defended.

“I loved you,” you said, your voice rising, raw and trembling. “God, I loved you so much it made me look stupid. I defended you when my friends told me something felt off. I waited for your texts that never came, accepted your excuses, ignored every single red flag. Because I wanted to believe you loved me too. That you were just… going through something.”

Your chest heaved with the weight of memories. “But you weren’t going through anything, Soobin. You were just slipping away. And the worst part is—I felt it. I knew. Every time you avoided my eyes, every time you pulled your hand away from mine. I felt it in my bones, but I didn’t want it to be true.”

You gave a broken laugh, one that didn’t carry any real amusement. “I remember crying in your apartment once, begging you to tell me what was wrong. And you just… kissed my forehead and told me I was imagining things. That everything was fine. Do you remember that?”

He nodded, tears now clinging to his lashes. “I remember.”

“I went home that night thinking I was insane. That I was crazy for not trusting you. Do you know what that does to a person?” you asked, voice cracking. “To be gaslit into believing you’re the problem? That your own intuition is wrong?”

Your hands trembled at your sides, and the tears you’d tried to hold back finally spilled. “You shattered my self-worth, Soobin. You made me feel unlovable. Replaceable.”

He looked like he was about to say something, but you didn’t give him the chance.

“I would have given you everything,” you said, softer now, voice frayed at the edges. “And you gave me doubt. You gave me anxiety. You gave me her. Whoever she was—whoever you chose over me—I hope she was worth it.”

He looked down, shame pressing into his shoulders like an anchor.

“I’m not saying this because I want you to feel bad,” you added, quieter, breathless. “I’m saying it because I carried it alone for so long. I blamed myself for your choices. I internalized everything—my looks, my voice, my worth. I spent months trying to figure out how to become someone you wouldn’t leave. Someone you wouldn’t cheat on.”

You stepped back, needing space from the thick, suffocating air between you. “But now I know better. I know it wasn’t about me. You didn’t cheat because I wasn’t enough—you cheated because you didn’t see enough in me. And I can’t keep bleeding over that.”

Soobin looked up at you then, face damp with tears. “I was scared,” he croaked. “Of how much I loved you. Of how serious we were getting. And I messed up. I messed up so badly. And I think about it every single day.”

You let the silence stretch this time. Let him sit in it. Let him feel it.

“I used to hope you did,” you whispered. “That maybe somewhere in your perfect, post-me life, you’d lie awake at night and remember the look on my face when I found out. That maybe guilt would keep you company the way grief kept me.”

He winced.

“But I don’t hope for that anymore,” you continued, wiping your tears away. “Because hoping you suffer doesn’t bring me peace. It doesn’t undo what you did. It doesn’t give me back the version of myself who trusted people blindly. Who loved with her whole chest and didn’t second-guess it.”

Soobin’s expression cracked. “I’m so sorry.”

You nodded, not out of acceptance—but acknowledgement. “I know you are. But sorry doesn’t rewind time. It doesn’t fix the way I flinch when someone’s phone buzzes late at night. Or the way I shut down when things start to feel good again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek. “You taught me that love isn’t safe. That it ends without warning. That even the person who holds you at night can destroy you by morning.”

Soobin covered his mouth, breaking, but you didn’t go to him. You didn’t reach out. That part of you—the one that used to hold him together—was buried now. And you weren’t digging it back up.

“I can’t forgive you,” you repeated, but it came out softer this time. Not bitter. Just tired. “Because forgiveness would mean reopening the wound. And it’s finally starting to heal.”

You looked around the room, at the faint sound of music still playing from down the hall, at the people laughing, unaware of the war being fought in this quiet corner of Yeonjun’s apartment. And you knew—this was the last time you’d ever speak like this.

“I hope you find someone who makes you better,” you said finally. “And I hope you don’t hurt them the way you hurt me.”

Soobin opened his mouth, maybe to beg, maybe to apologize again—but you didn’t let him. You stepped away from him, out of his reach.

“You already got enough of me,” you said, voice steady now. “You don’t get to have my peace too.”

You turned toward the door, each step feeling like it took every ounce of strength you had left.

And this time, you left first.

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hi mako !!! how have you been babes? 🥹

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whew. very needed break, but i’m back!

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helloooo everyone!! ^^

due to personal circumstances, i will be taking a short hiatus to focus on my mental health as it has been deteriorating lately and i haven’t really been in moods to write. i will pick up the event from where i left off once i come back but for now, i hope you all enjoy what i have written and i’ll be back in no time!!

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˖ ࣪ ★☆ ˚ ₊ ── SPECIAL MASTERLIST!

── here’s where our special fairytales reside.

our fairies are different in many ways . . .

𝜗𝜚 𓂃 a fawn, around 1k—9k words.

❀ 𓂃 a vidia, around 10k—20k words.

♥︎ 𓂃 an iridessa, a series of fairytales in one.

the fairies hold different beauties, mature beauty, fluffy beauty, angsty beauty and suggestive beauty.

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800 SPECIAL!

CHOI YEONJUN.

𝜗𝜚 ONE NIGHT ONLY.

↳ “HII BABY! ahem SOOO for the event i’d like to request for “welcome to the movies”, the movie batman BUTTTTT villain catwoman!reader x CHOI YEONJUN . HEAR ME OUTTTTUH (a little plot but mostly smut ykyk 😇).” ꒰ a fawn & 18+. ꒱

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HII BABY! ahem SOOO for the event i’d like to request for “welcome to the movies”, the movie batman BUTTTTT villain catwoman!reader x CHOI YEONJUN . HEAR ME OUTTTTUH (a little plot but mostly smut ykyk 😇)

ONE NIGHT ONLY.

pairing: batman!yeonjun x catwoman!reader.

genre: forbidden love, superhero x villain au, smut, a little angst & fluff.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: profanity, argument before intercourse, yeonjun and reader are both dicks in the beginning, mention of killing, includes an explicit sex scene; harddom!yeonjun at first, sub!reader, big dick jun implied (it’s real), public sex, oral (both receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, dacryphilia, marking, hair pulling, throatfucking, choking, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex, squirting, nipple play, breeding, degrading + praising, soft sex toward the end (but not for long), kissing, spitting, breeding kink, name-calling; pretty/pretty girl, good girl, gorgeous, slut, whore, baby.

“Pretty girls like you like to get fucked in alleys? That's new.”

ni’s notes; the event masterlist is coming soon but here it is!! i hope you enjoy this fic, my love. also thank you to my proofreading friend, if you see this, ily babe. happy reading my lovelies! 💕

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With the arrival of night comes danger—dangers this city has been dealing with for years on end, dangers caused by you. And, of course, Batman is always the one to the rescue. He has always been their superhero, the person they can always count on. But not anymore. A rumor has begun. A rumor you started. A rumor to ruin his reputation.

You two have been secretly meeting at night to avoid being seen by others. This is all because of him - he's the one who made this rule. He's the kind of man who always gets what he wants and never takes no for an answer. However, the rumor that the two of you are in a committed relationship, which isn’t true, has officially ruined his reputation. But where's the fun in telling the truth?

It doesn't matter how much you love him; you love to toy with him even more. Getting under his skin, and ridiculing him, makes you feel giddy. The knowledge of how angry you could make him with a simple action. The adrenaline hurries through your veins at the thought.

But that's before you hear something rustle behind you. You think it could be a random citizen, so you simply ignore it, until your mouth is covered by a black leather glove.

“Stay quiet,” the voice says. It’s deep and rich. You recognize the voice—actually, you know it. It’s him.

The man who never denies himself pleasure, the man who always knows what he wants. The man goes by two names, Batman or as you’d like to call him, Choi Yeonjun.

When he appears behind you, you don't gasp or panic. You knew he was coming sooner or later. Once the news spread, you knew he'd have no choice but to come to you. Eventually, he'd try to figure out who spread the word, only to be led back to you. Besides his assistant, nobody knows about the two of you, except you and him.

Soon, he uncovers your mouth and begins leading you to god knows where; however, you're not complaining. This is exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to seethe with anger. You truly looked forward to hearing from him, whatever he had to say. Every time you two have a conversation, it almost always ends with sex. This time should be no different.

He pulls you into a dark alleyway, a blind spot away from the citizens of Gotham. "Tell me," he says, bringing a finger to his temple and inhaling deeply. "Tell me what led you to this point, Y/n."

To your dismay, it's as if every reason you had has been wiped from your memory entirely. Under his mask, you see his eyes piercing into yours. You find yourself feeling more intimidated as you look away, making an effort to avoid his intense gaze.

He grasps your face firmly, bringing your eyes back to his. After doing so, he takes his mask off, throwing it somewhere. What you're now faced with is an expression you’ve never seen before. He’s furious. His eyebrows furrowed and a firm wrinkle was prominent in the center of his forehead.

He looks at you with raised brows, expectant. Expecting a reasonable answer from you, not whatever random bullshit you can think of.

“I wanted to see if I mattered to you,” you draw in a large breath, “If we mattered to you.” He looks at you dumbfounded, has he not been the best he could be to you? What more could you want from him? He scoffs, “You’re joking, right?” he questions while looking at you, once again, expecting an answer.

You laugh, “Of course I am! Why would I care about how much I mean to you? You're Batman, you don't care about how others feel about you,” you add, rolling your eyes in a joking manner. He scoffs at your ability to joke in situations like this, soon falling into a small laughter. Withdrawing his hand slowly, slapping your cheek twice in a ridiculing manner.

He seems completely disinterested in continuing the conversation, as your responses didn't give him anything to engage in. He's convinced that you started the rumor because if not you, then who else?

Deciding not to think about it any further, he runs a hand through his hair before walking away from you. You grab for your mask, taking it off before calling out to him. As you call out to him, he pauses in his tracks before turning his head in your direction with a raised eyebrow.

“I just,” you murmur, rolling your eyes once again. “I just wanted to get a rise out of you. I admit, it was a stupid way to do it but I just wanted to have a little fun, that’s all.” He looks at you once again, amazed by your reasoning. He’s never found anything more stupid than that.

"Are you serious?" is all he says. The more you think about it, your reasoning for doing this is pretty dumb. Not only does it ruin his reputation because it's said that he's dating the city's worst villain, but it also ruins yours. Obviously, your reputation was trashed the moment you started this job, but now it's worse than it was before.

You simply nod at his words as he scoffs for the nth time, shocked by how far you've gone. You know how hard he's worked to get into his position, and the fact that you were able to break all that down with a simple news article baffles him, to say the least.

“I should fucking kill you.” He threatens, scowling at you. You’re taken aback by the sudden change in his demeanor as the distance between the two of you gets smaller and smaller. “What?” you question, already knowing that he’s fuming. This is your way of trying to get more of a rise out of him. You trust yourself and know what you're doing, he wouldn't dare to kill you… right?

“First, you ruin my reputation and now you're standing here acting like you’re an innocent ass fucking fool, acting as if you don't know why I’m here,” he pauses, seeming as if he wants to hear your side. “Yeonjun, I’m the fool? If anything-” “Yes! You are! So, don't even try to go there with me, Y/n. You need to fucking learn your place and keep our business in between us. Stop doing stupid shit to get a rise out of me because I already knew what you were doing once that dumb excuse came out of your mouth.”

“I need to learn my place?” you scoff lightly, beginning to walk closer to him. “You should be the last person talking about learning their place. You’ve never known yours! You're always intruding into someone’s life and trying to fuck things up for everyone. You’ve never known your place, and now you're shocked when someone else doesn't know theirs? Well lucky for you, I’ve had a great fucking teacher! So since you wanna talk big, why don't you show me what my place is, huh? Show me exactly what my fucking place in this world is, Choi Yeonjun.”

Those words were all he needed. Just like you needed to provoke a reaction from him, he needed you to say those few words. The moments it took for your heart to beat were the few seconds he needed to get you right where he wanted you.

He is aware that you can be a brat sometimes; that's for sure. However, this time was extreme. Not only did you argue with him, but you also kept giving him illogical reasons, even after he explicitly told you not to.

If you wanted him to fuck you, why not just say so? You went as far as revealing the relationship between the two of you, and just for some dick? Hysterical. Absolutely fucking ridiculous, is what he thinks.

“You’re just a fucking whore, aren't you?” He says, venom creeping its way into his voice. His cape drops as he makes his way to you, eyes blown out with lust and a tinge of fury. He almost laughs at the way your face shows pure worry, but your eyes say otherwise.

You're almost caught off guard by his sudden switch-up, but what can you say? You like how he’s acting. You like the way his calloused hands feel against your skin, the way his unoccupied hand feels against the flesh of your ass. Grabbing weighty amounts of your flesh and groping it roughly, he has no intention of being soft with you but maybe, just maybe you can change his way of thinking.

“You like it when I’m rough with you, huh? You like it when I treat you like shit—don’t you?” he growls softly in your ear, you can’t deny that. The pleasure you gain from arguing with him for no logical reason is immense. You know you should feel guilty, but the feeling of his hands on your body takes away all the guilt you’ve ever had.

He removes his hand from your face, both hands now resting on the apple of your ass. He rubs around it softly, reminding himself what belongs to him. “Hm. This is a pretty suit, are you sure this is the same as the others?” He whispers, kissing from your lips to the sweet spot of your neck. You hum in affirmation, causing him to put a stop to his ministrations. “Words, Y/n,” he taps your cheek with two fingers softly. “Yes, it is.” He hums, continuing to kiss in the same spot he was before.

You feel his hands gripping roughly at your flesh once more, soon hearing a tear. You jump in shock, grabbing at his arms for some sort of balance. He coos in your ear, telling you to stay quiet once again. You feel his hands spread your legs further, right before he presses a firm thigh between them.

“Pretty girls like you like to get fucked in alleys? That's new.” He brushes his knee past your tender clit, emitting a soft moan from you. His soft kisses soon turn to bites, his finger now rubbing back and forth past your slit. He brings his other hand back around to stretch the tear of your suit, slapping your clit lightly. You gasp in satisfaction, causing him to wrap a hand around your mouth.

“I told you to be quiet, didn't I?” He questions, not expecting an answer. He runs a finger past your clit, rubbing small but rough circles into it with his thumb. His finger slightly teases your slit, going in and out to build the stimulation within you. His finger enters you in a swift motion, eliciting a whiny moan from you and into his palm.

He kisses your forehead softly, beginning to pump his finger faster before adding one more. You cringe at the stretch but soon adjust to it, squirming in pleasure. He tightens his hold on you, pushing your stomach down which does nothing but increase your volume.

“You hear those sounds, baby? Those beautiful, dirty sounds coming from you? Those are the sounds of a whore.” he says, slapping a hand on your clit once more. You whimper into his palm, watching as he smirks at the sounds coming from your cunt. He bites back a chuckle, seeing how easily he can have you writhing in the palm of his hand.

He draws his fingers from your soaking cunt and brings them to his mouth. He looks at you as he does so, wrapping his tongue around the digits as he flutters his eyes shut in delight. “Such a dirty mouth, yet you're so sweet.” He pulls his fingers from his mouth before lowering himself down to your cunt, humming in adoration once he’s faced with your wetness. “Look how pretty she is, so wet—so perfect. You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” he says, bringing an agonizingly slow stripe of saliva to your cunt.

“You still wanna do this here? Or would you prefer to go back home?” he asks, pausing his actions. “N-no, please, this is fine, Jun.” He smiles at your desperation, chuckling softly to himself before licking another long stripe up your cunt. His hands grip your thighs roughly, spreading your legs more than before for better access. Before doing anything else, you feel his hands reach up your chest to tear another hole in your suit. He moves the fabric aside to release your perky tits from their enclosure, rolling one between his fingers.

You moan quietly, to abide by his rules. He flicks your clit with his tongue, keeping your thighs apart with his free hand. He laps at your clit, wrapping his pretty lips around your sensitive bud. He relishes in the taste of your juices, sucking at your cunt as if his life depends on it. Your moan increases in volume, causing him to hum into you. He watches you writhe in pleasure as he inserts two fingers, watching every pleasure-felt expression that appears on your face.

You begin gripping his hair, pulling at the brown locks as you roughly ride his nose. He groans at the feeling, fluttering his eyes closed in pleasure. He feels his pants getting tighter as your pretty moans fill his ears and shoot straight to his cock.

You feel your orgasm creeping up on you as he continuously moans into your squelching cunt. With a plan in mind, you tug his head away from your clit. He looks up at you, dumbfounded. He's confused as to why you did that before seeing you drop to your knees. He watches you pull down his pants, releasing his cock from his slacks. He groans in pleasure, bucking his hips toward your face frantically.

You lick at the tip of his cock, jerking the rest of him off. He watches you with lust-filled eyes, bringing his hand to your face. You melt into his palm, looking back up at him with doe eyes. His breath quivers as you wrap your lips around his tip, licking at his leaking tip. You swallow the drops of precum before licking at his slit once more, watching as he bites his lip in attempt to contain his moans.

You chuckle, “It’s so pretty, Yeonjunie,” you mutter, loud enough for him to hear. You watch his hips buck upward in pleasure as you begin to hold his waist, preventing him from doing it again. He moans at the restriction, watching as you finally take all of him in your mouth. For some sort of stability, he grips your hair in his fist. He gains control over your throat as he bobs your head back and forth on his cock, seeing how you easily give in to him. He closes his eyes, stalling your head and fucking himself down your throat.

You grip his hips tighter, allowing him all the relief he needs as he fucks your throat. “F-fuck, baby… yeah, j-just like that, fuck, yes,” he moans, bucking his hips into your mouth. The noises coming from the alley would induce any type of curiosity in a person who just so happens to be passing by—the lewd sounds coming from your throat as he moans above you. The pretty noises coming from him as he shoves all of his length down your throat makes wetness form between your thighs, pooling at your entrance.

As you continue to let him fuck your throat, you reach down and rub rough circles into your clit. He opens his eyes for a split second to see how you’re occupying yourself and sees one of your hands away from his hip. Even though he feels himself nearing his orgasm, he yanks your hair to pull you away from his cock. He watches drool leave your lips as you stare up at him, breathing heavily and jaw nearly slacking.

He pulls you up by your hair, forcing you around to press you against the concrete wall. “You thought you were gonna get away with touching yourself? You thought I wouldn't catch you?” He rubs the soft flesh of your ass, tearing the rest of the bottom half of your suit off. “Look at you, baby. So pretty and wet, just for me.” He whispers in your ear, landing a firm slap on one of your asscheeks.

Watching as you wince, he soothes the pain with a soft knead into your flesh. It doesn't last long as he lands another one, telling you; “This is for lying in my face,” Another one. “This is for telling the press our business,” Another slap. “And, this? This is trying to make me look like a fucking fool,” Another one. “This one is for touching yourself without my permission, acting out, and all those times you treated me like I was a fucking joke; laughing in my face, lying to me, creating bullshit excuses for your actions, and thinking everything is a fucking game.” He raises his hand higher, before landing a harsh and rough slap on your ass once more.

You feel tears rolling down your face as he coos into your ear, kissing your neck and rubbing the bruising flesh. “Aw, my poor baby. You’ll be okay, just don't act like this again, okay?” He says, wiping your tears with his free hand. He kisses you one last time before pulling away to line himself up with your cunt. “Look at this,” he smiles to himself. “Doing all this crying, just to find out—you’re getting off on this shit, what a fucking slut.” He chuckles once more, inserting himself carefully.

You moan at the way he hits your sweet spot almost immediately, feeling his hand creep up to your breast. He pulls you against his chest by your throat, wrapping a firm hand around it. You watch him gather his spit in his mouth before telling you, “Open.” With quickness, you open your mouth as the spit drops from his to yours. “Swallow it,” he whispers, watching you carefully. You stare up at him, swallowing the spit just as he told you to. He smirks, kissing down your neck. He slowly starts fucking into you, pulling at your nipple between his fingers.

A moan erupts from your throat, slowly feeling a bit of overstimulation overtake you. You feel his pace slowly but surely pick up in speed, his pace becoming unrelenting. You feel his arm wrap around your torso to stop your squirming, his grasp tightening the more you move. You hear him groan in your ear along with the soft slapping emitting from your ass. His arm that was once wrapped around you is now creeping down to play with your clit, rubbing your bud in a circular motion.

“H-hah— fuck, keep—keep going, shit,” you moan, putting a hand over his. He kisses your neck once more, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. “You're so, fuck, so fucking gorgeous.”

He goes from kissing to sucking purple and blue splotches on your neck, making you moan directly into his ear. The moan seems to spur him on as his pace somehow picks up. You feel yourself teetering over the edge as you claw your nails into his arm, causing him to bite down on the sweet spot of your neck.

The bite itself emits a loud moan from you, his freakish pace adding to it. He feels you clench around him, clawing into your hip. “You gonna cum f’me? Go ahead, baby. Let it all go, I know you need it.” His words bring you over the edge as you seem to cum on his command. But that doesn't stop him.

He still hasn't came yet, you remembered. He fucks you through your orgasm, pace not seeming to be letting up anytime soon. The quickness of his hips, his balls slapping your cunt at the ferocious speed he’s kept all this time. He flips you around, making you face him. He captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his grip on your throat tightening.

You feel his warm tongue explore your mouth, groaning into the kiss. His other hand goes back to playing with your nipple, tugging and rolling the bud between his fingers. One of your hands reaches up to his face, holding his cheek as he continues to fuck into you. He decides to change the position as he releases your throat, turning you back towards the wall, and bringing both of your hands behind you. He holds both your hands in one of his and rests his hand atop your head, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back.

He begins pounding into you from behind at an erratic speed, chasing his high, “You're doing so good, baby. Keep moving your hips, shit, just like that.” He groans, slapping your ass as he continues his ministrations.

Feeling overstimulated, you pull your hand out of his and try to brush his thigh back, in an attempt to slow his pace. “F-fuck, ohmygod, p-please,” you hiccup, watching his face turn into a scowl. “What? Don't tell me you can’t, oh fuck—d-don’t tell me you can't fucking take it now?” he chuckles, bringing another hand to your ass and gripping the rose-colored flesh.

“That’s n-not, fffuck, yes— That’s not w-what I said, don't stop please, shittt,” you stutter out, he chuckles at how incoherent you’ve become and coos from behind you. “Uh huh, okay. Of course, what was I thinking? Thinking a slut like you would’ve wanted to stop,” he laughs. You whimper at his words, “I’m not a s-slut!” — “Aw, you sure?” He taunts, watching tears well up in your eyes. “Oh, pretty baby, why are you crying?” he asks, faux concern lacing his tone, “I thought you liked it when I fucked your brains out?” He taunts once again, listening to you whimper at the overstimulation.

“No words now?” You hear him ask as you mumble incoherently, reaching out toward his hand for stability. A small smirk ghosts over his lips at your neediness, his fingers ghosting over yours as his other hand continues gripping the meaty flesh of your ass. “Look at you—jumbling all of the words that come out of that pretty mouth, so pretty.” You moan pathetically, feeling your orgasm approaching once again.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, hearing his breaths become more erratic as he also feels his climax approaching. “F-fuckkk, baby. I’m right t-there, keep moving, please,” he moans, releasing your hand and placing his on your hips. You place your hands on the concrete wall, trying your best to keep yourself stable. You bounce back towards him, letting him take a break from doing all the work. His hands caress your back, reaching to pull you up. He holds you close to his chest, catching your lips in a kiss that's different from the last one.

The kiss is so passionate that you nearly forget your surroundings. His plush lips press against yours, hungry and intense. The adrenaline rushes through both of your veins, the pent-up anger and constant arguments have built the tension between the two of you. Your hand tangles in his hair as his hand grabs your chin, deepening the kiss. You start to feel a warm sensation in your chest, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

In the midst of your shared kiss, both of your orgasms creep up on you and take you by surprise. He moans out of bliss; groaning into the kiss. Your back arches intensely as his hips still, releasing thick strings of cum into your fluttering pussy, your orgasm following soon after.

Your second orgasm hits harder than the other; you’re squirting on his cock, body jerking in his arms as he kisses your neck, easing you through your orgasm. You moan loudly, loud enough for him to have to cover your mouth. “Shhh, you did so good. So perfect f’me, my perfect girl.” He kisses your neck, watching as you come down from your orgasm. You let out cracked sobs, hearing him coo as he wipes them away.

“Breathe, baby.” He rubs your hip, massaging it softly. “You took me like such a good girl, so proud of you,” he kisses your lips, turning you back around toward him. He stares at you; his eyes are no longer lust-filled but full of love. He looks down at the shreds of your clothes, shocked. He knows he did that but it's still pretty shocking, which he laughs about.

You look at him, cracking a smile. He catches your eyes and begins smiling as well, “I really did that, huh?” he asks, a bit of shyness overtaking him. You smile timidly, nodding your head as he picks up the pieces of your suit.

“I’ll get this sewn back together for you—if you want me to,” he insists kindly, looking at you awaiting a response. You wave your hand in front of his face, “I don't need you to, I have plenty of others at your place.” He smiles at your insinuation of staying over and chuckles softly. You watch his eyes turn into crescent moons, followed by his sweet laugh.

He raises a hand to your face, caressing the soft skin of your cheek. “I’m sorry,” you pause, looking up at him to show how genuine you truly are. “For telling our business to the press, I really just wanted a rise out of you and-” “It’s okay baby.” He smiles, pinching your cheek softly.

“Even though you do get on my nerves at times, I still love you, y’know this. Plus,” he pauses, looking away for dramatic effect, “You know I hate false accusations.”

He winks at you, catching you slightly off guard. “Yeah, trust me I know. You’ve always wanted to prove a point,” you scoff with a minor eye roll. “Whatever do you mean? I’ve never wanted to prove a point in my life,” he hums, pulling up his pants. You raise your eyebrow at him, leaning back against the wall. “Don't even, you don't remember that one time when you-”

“Shhh. You're prettier when you're quiet, baby,” he says, placing his finger on your lips. You roll your eyes, smiling at his response. He smiles back at you, ticking his head to the side, “You wanna head home?” — “Please, I’m quite literally bare.” He laughs at your comment, pulling out his grappling hook and latching you on his side.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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