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trivia-yandere · 5 months ago

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The app is so dry. We miss you on here. I think it’s time for you to make a comeback. Do you have anything small like a snippet to just feed us

dry you say?

what are you willing to do?

After managing to dodge your property manager out of rent for two months, you're left in a vulnerable position when he finally comes looking for you.

word count: 4.973

warning: smut, light yandere tendancies nothing too crazy (yet), power imbalance, dirty talking, kissing, nipple sucking/rubbing, oral sex, dry humping, fingering,

“What are you willing to do?” Is exactly what was told to you, words you should’ve expected after 2 months now. You had managed to ignore all the phone calls and emails and dodge whenever your property manager came knocking on your door expecting his rent money.

Today, however, you couldn’t. You woke up to banging on your front door. A loud, never-ending pound against the fragile door that your heart nearly leaps out of your chest. You wouldn’t have opened the door if you didn’t hear the man yell behind it - “If you don’t open, I’m using my key to come in.”

You leaped to your feet and towards your closet to put on a robe. Your hands were jittery and you didn’t want to see the property manager now; especially at 3 A.M. Weren't there rules on “quiet time”? Could he really be here at this time, banging on your door disturbing not only you, but your neighbors, as well? And even using his key to open your door at this time of night, as well, could be a lack of privacy and safety!

Your feet slam against the cold hardwood floor as you make your way out of your room and down the long hallway. He had since stopped knocking and now, as you get closer, you hear your doorknob jittering. He was going to come in and force you out if you didn’t answer.

Your hand wraps around the door knob and you force it open yourself. You squeeze it as you come face to face with the tall, young man. You swallow as your eyes reach his dark ones, a jolt in your stomach. Even underneath the dim hallway lights, Jungkook’s - the Property Manager and the owners youngest son - lip piercing sparkles. His eyes roam your face and then glances up to inside your apartment. “You haven’t packed yet.”

You bite your lip. Jungkook made you nervous. He was handsome, a man that belonged in a magazine or strutting down a runway. His face was sculpted perfectly from the Gods above. His physique is slim yet muscular and his arm is littered with so many tattoos that each time you get a glimpse of him, you find yourself counting them.

“Jungkook-“

“It was hard getting in contact with you. Change your number?” Jungkook tilts his head at you. He proceeds to lean against your door frame, foot pressed between the door so you don't have the chance to close it on him. You weren’t going to regardless.

“No.” you murmur, defeated. You cross your arms over your chest, wanting to avoid his intense gaze. Half because you were embarrassed about being caught in this vulnerable situation and because Jungkook was far too attractive for you not to be flustered.

“You owe 2 months worth of rent.” Jungkook says slowly, as if he was talking to a child. “Cash, money order or card? There would be a charge if you use card.” Jungkook says. “But, if you wire it directly to me, I’ll cover the cost.”

You swallow and take a deep breath. You uncross your arms and hang your head. “I…I don’t have it.”

Jungkook knows this - it’s been close to 3 months. He had to watch the cameras on your floor just to get accustomed to your routine, and even then he never had the chance to catch you. 3 A.M. wasn’t ideal for either of you, but it’s what he had to do to get your attention. He didn’t want to put an eviction notice on your door without having the chance to formally speak with you.

“You don’t.” Jungkook says. It isn’t a question, more of a statement. He then inhales deeply. “So…you plan on squatting here?” he tilts his head, watching you closely. He takes in your features - frightened and alarmed eyes that attempt to blink awake.

Jungkook waits for your answer to come and when it doesn't, he lets out a short snort. He doesn’t move from your doorway and instead decides to remain standing there, intense eyes on yours. He doesn’t blink and you can feel the hair on your skin rise ever so slowly.

“I…should have contacted you.” you murmur after a few uncomfortable moments. “I-”

“You got anything to drink?” Jungkook interrupts, his eyes finally blinking away from you and back inside your home. “I’m thirsty.”

You blink, a few seconds pass before you nod your head gently. “I got…milk?” you murmur. “Strawberry milk. Water.”

“Strawberry milk is fine.” Jungkook says and when neither of you move, he asks. “Can I come in?”

Your nerves don’t go away as you grab the small pouch of strawberry milk from your fridge and hand it to Jungkook. He’s seated at your breakfast table, his eyes noticing how vacant your fridge was from where he sat. A few bottles of water, some yogurts, milk pouches and other miscellaneous items inside.

You lean against the counter as Jungkook opens the milk pouch and begins to drink the milk. It’s silent - eerily so - as you await for Jungkook to say anything. You begin to go through your mind to think of anything to say to excuse your lack of rental payment.

“Jungkook-”

“Lost your job?” Jungkook questions.

Your lips form into a line when Jungkook speaks up. He sits back into your chair and spreads his legs slightly. He watches you closely.

“Your fridge is kinda…bare.” Jungkook states. “And you’re late on rent. You haven’t paid the electric bill in the same amount of time as you haven’t paid rent so.” Jungkook mentally calculates it all. “You’re behind quite a lot. I’ve covered it.”

“C-Covered it?” you shake your head. “How-”

“I’ve paid for it.” Jungkook nods. “What’s going on, Y/N? I cannot help if you don’t speak with me.”

This is what you were attempting to avoid all this time. You thought you had time to get another job and pay back what you owed - only it wasn’t that easy. You applied to far too many jobs to not get a call back. You worked through what little savings you had until it was all gone and it left you here, ducking and dodging Jungkook until he ultimately found you.

At 3 A.M.

You inhale deeply and exhale with a defeated look. “I’m broke.” you murmur, as if he didn’t already know. “I lost my job a few months back and I’ve been trying to find another.”

Jungkook is silent, dark eyes looking your way as before, unblinking.

“I should’ve told you and…” your body warms with embarrassment. There wasn’t going back to the way it was before. Obviously, Jungkook was going to start the eviction process and you were going to be living out of your car.

“You don’t have any family.”

Jungkook’s words catch you off guard. You tilt your head a bit, blinking at the man before he adds. “No emergency contacts. I’ve looked into your records.” he says. His foot gently begins to tap against the hardwood floor. “That’s weird.” he states. “Usually, we try to get a hold of any emergency contacts if we cannot get a hold of the renter.”

Makes sense, you think. You nod slowly. “Yeah, I’m…estranged from my family.” you admit. You could have found it weird that he would check, yet if you were in his position you are sure you would’ve, as well. “So it’s just me.”

Jungkook is unblinking again and his gaze causes a sense of unease to flow through you. You bite your bottom lip, your nerves causing your index finger and thumb to rub together.

“My father,” Jungkook begins and his voice catches you off guard. It’s been a full minute without anyone speaking. “has gone through the eviction process.”

Your throat swells and you’re unable to say anything. You suppose you should’ve known this was going to happen. Afterall, the show must go on. No one lived for free - not in this day and age.

“I guess I should begin to pack.” you mumble quietly, your head hanging a bit. You don’t want to look at Jungkook now - or at all. You were exhausted. Your mothers voice rings through your head - that you going to the city was a mistake. That you’d regret going and would find yourself back where you belonged.

That was years ago. You couldn’t return now; not after you’ve gone no contact.

“What are you willing to do?”

Jungkook’s voice, once again, surprises you. Slowly, your eyes lift from the ground to his face. You stand a bit straighter, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Excuse me?” you ask softly. “I…I’m not sure what to do. I…” you exhale a bit. “...I…can sell some things and-”

“That’s what you’re willing to do?”

Jungkook’s eyes are intense, you notice. They’re on you now, staring even deeper. His face is unreadable and there’s an uneasy feeling going through you. “What do you suggest I do?”

It’s a question you didn’t want to ask as there’s hundreds of things you could do. You could do what you suggest and sell your items - but that only meant you’d be in an apartment with nothing in it and still no steady income.

You could do what Jungkook’s father wants and it was to leave and live out of your car. You could still sell your stuff and keep the money until it holds you over.

Your head was beginning to hurt just thinking about it all.

The chair scraps against the hardwood floor as Jungkook stands. It only takes two steps until he’s directly in front of you. His eyes are casted down to look at you and you suddenly feel small - not entirely in size, but in power. You finally began to notice the glint in Jungkook’s eyes, something that isn’t innocent like you initially intended.

“Y/N,” Jungkook begins, raising a hand so that it settles onto your cheek. His hands are surprisingly soft for a man of his stature. It radiates warmth onto your skin and immediately you’re frozen. “what…are you willing to do?” he repeats, his voice dropping to a whisper.

It’s evident now that Jungkook was asking for something else entirely. Your skin litters with goosebumps when Jungkook’s thumb begins to slowly trace the outline of your lips.

“Jungkook…”

You aren’t aware your legs are shaking until you try to take a step back just to realize you’re already as far against the counter as you can be.

“Y/N.”

Your breathing hitches as Jungkook comes closer. “I can go. Just tell me.”

You blink a few times. You were in a tough position. If you told Jungkook to go, you might as well go packing. If you told him to stay…

That meant your dignity and self–respect would be gone.

“Tell me to go, Y/N.” Jungkook repeats. You can smell his cologne - an earthy scent mixed with citrus. “And I’ll go.” His thumb stops tracing your lips. “You’ll have 12 hours to leave.”

Your heart begins to beat at a rapid pace and slowly, your eyes widen. This was an ultimatum, you think. It was either do what he obviously wants you to do or leave.

It was unfortunate, you think, that this is what your life has come to. You think about your mother and her words. “When you’re down on your luck, you’d think about my words I’m telling you now.” Don’t go, she had said. Maybe you should have listened to her instead of chasing a fantasy of the big city.

A shaky hand reaches up to lay upon Jungkook’s. He curled an eyebrow at your actions.

“You…offer this deal to everyone that cannot pay?” you cannot help but ask, pondering if you’re another woman on his long list of those who cannot pay their rent.

“No.” Jungkook responds and that causes an even sharper pain to your heart. So you were the only one who couldn’t afford shit here.

Great.

“I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Jungkook states. Your hand is still above his but neither of you go to move. “My father isn’t a lenient man. I have to tell him something about the rent.”

You suppose you couldn’t be upset with Jungkook, right? He was a man and here was an opportunity presenting itself. He wasn’t forcing you into anything, just a suggestion without coming out and saying it.

You exhale softly. It could be worse, right? Jungkook was young, attractive and fit. He was interested in something you had, hungry eyes roaming the bit of exposed skin you couldn’t fully shield behind a robe.

“This place…” Jungkook begins. “...isn’t updated. Or worth staying in.” his eyes glances towards your sink, the faucet closed yet leaking a few droplets of water. “We have premium apartments available.”

“I cannot afford premium.” you scoff, lightly squeezing Jungkook’s hand. You have gotten a glance at the new renovations they’ve made on the top floors of your building. But your words rang true. The price was double what you were paying - or not paying - now.

Jungkook's eyes tell you what he doesn’t say, his previous words flowing through your mind. He was asking you yet again - what were you willing to do for a premium apartment?

You swallow, glancing a way for a moment. It was 3 A.M and everyone had to be asleep after Jungkook’s excessive banging. Maybe they wouldn’t even know it was him who was here now, right?

Why did you even care what others you never spoke to thought? They weren’t paying your rent.

Your hand squeezes around Jungkook’s and you remove it from your cheek. He doesn’t move and awaits your command.

You’ve made your decision and there wasn’t any chance of going back now.

You lace your fingers with Jungkook’s and tug him towards you, your head lifting a bit so you could capture his lips with your own. Jungkook is only a bit shocked by your sudden actions, but he doesn’t show it. He deepens the kiss hungrily, a short groan trapped in his throat.

“How,” you say against his lips as Jungkook’s free hand places itself onto your waist. “long will this deal last?”

“As long as you need.” Jungkook responds quickly. Truthfully, it goes without saying, however long you and he keep doing this.

You’ve decided. There wasn’t any going back. Maybe this way, you could find the job you needed to afford living here and you could end whatever deal this was.

Your hand tugs onto Jungkooks, fingers still entangled, as you and he stroll down the hallway to your bedroom. It’s the most furnished out of your apartment as you spend the majority of your time here. Your lights are motion sensored and they’re dim upon entering. Your bed, unfinished, sits in the middle of the room while a large mirror is directly above it. Your t.v. is mounted across from your bed and it has since turned off on its own hours ago when you had fallen asleep.

Jungkook notices the paintings on your walls, all done by you. He was an observant man, witnessing the paintbrushes inside your sink that’s being soaked in water and soap. You were an artist that was possibly new to the big city and currently struggling. A shame as the art he witnesses is amazing to him.

You let go of Jungkook’s hand and the action brings his attention back to you. Even in the dim light of your bedroom, he can see just how sweet and shy you were. Your fingers play with your robe until it’s sliding off of you slowly. You’re sporting a tank top and cotton panties; truly dressed for bed. But the sight excites him, nonetheless.

“You’re very cute.”

The compliment makes your body feel warm and you have the sudden feeling to cover yourself. You glance away. “Cute?” you murmur under your breath.

“Yes.” Jungkook lets out a chuckle, stepping forward so he can place both hands onto your waist. Immediately, your eyes dart back to his and you’re stiff once more. “Are you an artist?”

An artist?

You place your hands onto Jungkook’s chest as he pushes you closer to him. He was radiating warmth that was unimaginable - but maybe you were far too flushed and embarrassed.

“If you can call me that.” you scoff, glancing at your walls. “I do paint sometimes. I can’t imagine anyone actually buying them.”

“I would.” Jungkook’s breath flickers against your ear lobe. You swallow when you feel something warm and wet trace it. Your heart begins to pump faster. “What would you allow me to do?”

You squeeze your eyes shut at Jungkook’s words. It causes something in you to shift. “W-What do you want to do?”

“Cum on my tongue.” Jungkook responds, dirty words shooting straight to your core. “But…if you’re not comfortable with that…”

You don’t want to answer too quickly and show just how desperate you are, but the words Jungkook speaks to you causes your stomach to churn with anticipation. “I…I’d like that.”

Jungkook knew you would.

It happens entirely too fast. You won’t say too fast for your liking - Jungkook was the perfect man for the job. Red flags didn’t raise in your head like they should’ve when he pounded his fist onto your door at 3 A.M simply because he was someone you found attractive. When people think of monsters or those who would do harm, they think of hideous creatures, not model-like men like Jungkook.

Jungkook’s hands push you onto your bed and in an instant, his lips are on your neck. He peppers kisses on your neck, his hands roaming your body entirely. He grips and tugs at your thighs, your smooth skin causing a tingling feeling in the palm of his hand.

A moist and warmth sensation trails past from your neck to your collarbone, wasting no time in grazing sharp teeth against your delicate skin. You let out a short huff at the assertiveness Jungkook gives.

“You smell good.” Jungkook’s lips tickle your skin as he speaks. “Like…like tangerines and champagne.” Jungkook inhales your scent and it causes shivers to erupt throughout his body. “I always knew you would.”

The last sentence is one you didn’t hear.

Hands go beneath your tank top and begin to lift it upwards. Your back arches a bit once you feet Jungkook’s squeeze your flesh once more. You allow the tanktop to be pulled over your head this time, exposing yourself fully to the man.

“So pretty.” Jungkook murmurs, the same hands going to grip your breasts in his palms. He grunts, dark eyes becoming clouded with lust.

You release a soft squeeze when Jungkook twists your nipples between your index and middle finger, his eyes flickering up to see your reaction. “You like that?” he asks, though he knows you do. You’re biting your lips to suppress a moan.

Jungkook decides he wants to hear those pretty moans he knows you have. He leans down to flicker his tongue against your hardened nipple, eyes looking up at your scrunched face. The tip of his tongue teasingly rounds around your nipple with his free hand twists and tugs at the other one.

Jungkook had wrapped both of your legs around his waist so you could feel just how hard his cock was for you. You couldn’t watch him while he does this. It was bad enough you were doing this with him. He was far too handsome for you to watch and now immediately crumble.

“Jungkook….” your own voice stutters into a short moan.

“Hm?” Jungkook’s suckling onto your breast now, fully engrossed in them. They were so perky in his mouth that he cannot help but want to stay here forever. He sucks roughly and lets your nipple go with a quick pop. He then turns towards the other one and licks his lips. “Your tits are perfect.” he grumbles, bringing the nipple into his mouth so he can suck on this one until it was swollen and red like the other one.

You are relaxed now, your arms wrapping around the man and entangling your fingers into his dark, soft hair. You don’t want him to stop - the pleasure consuming you. You’re trembling in pleasure, Jungkook’s clothed cock rubbing firmling against your own clothed clit. The friction is unbearable and you want to feel him against you - all of him.

Jungkook thinks your tits are indeed perfect. Perfect enough for him to fuck his cock between them, so hard and rough that he cums all over them. He imagines the way his cum would cover your breast and nipples entirely and even then would he not wish to stop suckling on such perfect nipples.

Jungkook releases the bud with another pop, saliva coating your nipple entirely. He’s panting, lustful eyes even darker. “I wanna taste you.” Jungkook demands, one hand going towards your cotton panties and he tugs at it. “I know you’re wet, Y/N. You’ve been rubbing your pussy against my cock this entire time.”

You moan. Jungkook was the dominant type and he didn't wait for you to answer. He’s already tugging off your panties with one finger and throws it aside without a care. You were suddenly growing self- conscious. You don’t particularly think vagina’s are appealing but then again, you also weren’t a man. Especially not a starved one like Jungkook was now.

“You have a pretty pussy.”

Starved indeed, you think. Your cheeks warm at his words. You glanced down at Jungkook between your legs, his doe-like eyes staring unblinking at you.

“I’m going to have you cumming all over me.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait any longer. His head dives between your legs, his tongue flat against your clit. Your back arches on impact and your thighs go to close, but you’re unable to. Jungkook’s already made his mark between your thighs and both of his hands are forcing them open.

Jungkook’s tongue laps between your folds, his head bobbing from side to side. He doesn’t come up for air once, nor does his tongue halt its aggressive assault onto your clit. The action itself is weird to you. You couldn’t even say you barely knew Jungkook, because that meant you knew him more than you actually did. You only ever saw the man in passing and yet, here he was. His lips between your legs, ravishing you as if it’s something he’d wanted for the longest.

And to Jungkook, it was - unbeknownst to you. His mouth was watering at the sight of you earlier in just a robe, little clothing underneath it. His eyes lingered on what skin you did show while you offered him the strawberry milk.

Your fingers find themselves in Jungkook’s hair and your throat lets out a struggle whine. Your stomach churns and your hips slowly begin to grind against his tongue, an action he finds entirely hot. His fingernails dig into the sensitive skin of your thigh as he makes no attempts to halt the act of pleasure.

Jungkook leans back just a bit, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. “You acted like you’ve never gotten eaten out before.” Jungkook says, the sound of his voice causing your eyes to blink open and look down at him.

Big mistake. Jungkook was already looking your way and when your eyes met his, you whined with a shake of your head.

“Not like this.” you sigh, your fingers relaxing the grip you had on his hair. It would be a shame if his hair thinned because of you.

Jungkook only chuckles, a sense of pride flowing through him. His tongue lays flat against your clit and he flickers it between your folds with such pressure that your fingers go back to gripping his hair.

Jungkook was going to fuck you. No doubt about it. He had to know just how tight you were first - and he knew that you were. His right hand loosens and he goes to lean away from your throbbing clit. He lifts himself to face you. “I want you to cum all over me.”

Fuck.

Jungkook, without warning, forces his right hand towards you. He places two of his fingers right inside your mouth. You’re astonished by the sudden action, gasping when twirls them inside your mouth to coat his fingers with saliva.

“Good girl.” Jungkook winks your way, the pet name causing your walls to clench around nothing. You groaned.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside your mouth and wastes no time in laying a hand onto your clit. His thumb twirls your clit slowly to test the waters, eyes flickering towards you. “Have you ever squirted?”

“You’re going to make me work for the apartment?” you murmur, not intending to say it aloud. But when you do, Jungkook snorts.

“It’s already yours.” Jungkook says, his fingers inching towards your hole. Tight as he imagined, not accustomed to him yet. That would be something he’d get you out of. “I think you’d look cute squirting all us.”

“Shut up.” you’re hot with humiliation and your legs shake a bit as Jungkook’s fingers go deeper and deeper in you. Your head lays back against your sheets and you huff.

Jungkook licks his lips, your juices hitting his taste buds once more. He thrusts his fingers in you until long fingers cannot go any deeper. The noises you make causes him to continue, thrusting them in and out. Each thrust is faster and a bit rougher than the last.

“Aaahh, you’re so wet.” Jungkook snickers. Your pussy is taking him so well and he cannot wait to fuck into you like he’s wanted. “I should’ve come to you sooner.” he says. “Look at how well your pussy is taking my fingers.”

You shouldn’t have listened to Jungkook. The sight is entirely too hot, his fingers dipping in and out of you, wetter and wetter after each thrust. You sink your teeth onto your bottom lip and suppress a groan.

“I-It feels good.” you stutter with a shake of your head.

“Yeah? How good?” Jungkook responds.

“So good.” you squeeze around his fingers, eyes daring to close. Your hand reaches out and you touch his shirt to keep him close. “So so good.”

Your hand involuntarily brings Jungkook closer to you until his face is inches from yours. Your forehead places against his and you sigh out a moan.

“You look so cute when you’re fucked out, baby.” Jungkook comments and presses his lips against yours. You taste yourself and the experience has you moaning into the kiss, but deepening it. You were going to wrinkle his shirt, but you’re positive he doesn’t mind in the slightest. “Let’s see how many fingers you can handle.”’

Jungkook adds a third finger, his biceps flexing as he pounds them inside of you. You’re leaking into his palm and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The kissing grows intense, your tongue fighting along his. It’s entirely filthy - you doing this with a man you barely know. Yet, you cannot bring yourself to care now. When it was all said and done you would regret your decision to whore yourself out for a place to stay.

Jungkook breaks the kiss first, his tongue trailing away from yours and instead his teeth biting onto your bottom lip, tugging it a bit. Your pussy continues to clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking and stomach churning. The familiar feeling is near - one that you typically feel upon pleasuring yourself.

“It’s okay, baby, let go.” Jungkook’s breath hits against your jaw. His lips are on your skin once more, littering your jaw and chin with possessive kisses that lingers. “Cum all over me like I know you can.”

Jungkook’s free hand roams the curve of your body encouragingly, his right plunging in and out of you. Your head hangs back and without a second thought, a squeal lets out from your throat - one that would be embarrassing if your vision wasn’t blurred with lust.

“Shit, shit, shit.” you can feel it coming - so does Jungkook. He hovers above you, eyes unblinking as you begin to cum. You were so pretty, he thinks. Pretty and adorable, innocent and to yourself. As many times as he’s watched you through the cameras go in and out of your apartment, never anyone with you. You were the perfect person, he thinks. Someone for him and just him.

Jungkook gives a final thrust just as you cum, your back arching. He doesn’t remove his fingers, enjoying the way the creamy white arousal coats his palm and he lets out a satisfied hum. He cannot wait to fuck you. Not now, as much as he would like that. But soon. “You’re exhausted.” he murmurs after a few moments. Slowly, he begins to remove his fingers from inside of you. “Get some rest.”

“Huh?” you say, chest rising and falling. “You aren’t…we aren’t-”

“I’m going to fuck you.” Jungkook says, words crude. “No doubt. Just not yet. You’re tired.” he says. “I woke you up late. Don’t ignore my calls tomorrow.”

You were tired, a sleepy sight leaving you. Your body lays limp onto your bed and even nodding to Jungkook to show him that you understood was far too exhausting to you. “Okay…” you say. “...thank you.”

Jungkook is silent.

“For…” you swallow. The conversation after the hookup is always the hardest - and most embarrassing. “...you know.”

It’s humiliating to say ‘for letting me fuck you for a place to stay’ but you’re positive he understands.

Jungkook grins. “No problem.” he responds. “I’ll be by tomorrow, Y/N. I have the perfect apartment for you.” One where he could always keep a good eye on you.

part two

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #btswritingcafe #btswriterscollective #bangtan smut #btswritersclub #bangtanwriters net #bangtanwritershq #bts smut #trivia-yandere #explicit-tae #what are you willing to do?#yandere jungkook #yandere bts

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madsxyins · 1 month ago

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Caught on Live

pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: none

synopsis: Classic “relationship gets revealed during live”

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The dorm room was cozy in a mismatched way—posters taped to the wall with curling corners, a stack of textbooks threatening to tumble off the edge of a desk, and an almost permanent scent of popcorn and some sort of body spray. It was a typical Friday night for the UConn Huskies, or at least it was supposed to be.

You lounged on the floor with your back against the bedframe, a bowl of popcorn balanced on your lap. Paige sat on the bed behind you, her legs draped over your shoulders in a way that felt too comfortable, too intimate for what this night was about to become.

“You two are the weirdest ‘roommates’ I’ve ever seen,” KK teased as she adjusted her phone on the table. “I swear, y’all are gonna make the fans lose their minds.”

You shot a warning glance up at Paige, who bit back a smile.

“Just friends, right?” KK added with a laugh, winking at you.

“Obviously,” Paige said with mock offense, her fingers grazing the back of your neck. You flinched slightly, the touch sending a jolt down your spine. KK didn’t seem to notice—too busy fidgeting with her phones brightness setting.

The moment KK hit “Go Live” on TikTok, the energy in the room shifted. You could feel it—like stepping on court before a big game. Suddenly everything felt… exposed.

“Yo what’s up guys!” KK grinned into the camera. “Just chillin’ with the best teammates in the country. Don’t act like y’all didn’t miss us!”

You tried to act natural, chewing on popcorn and avoiding direct eye contact with the camera—or worse, Paige.

The comments began pouring in almost instantly:

@ballislife23: Paige and Y/N always gotta be sitting next to each other huh 😭

@huskymania88: WAIT IS THAT PAIGE’S LEG ON HER SHOULDER? 👀

@uconnfan4life: KK blink twice if they’re secretly dating.

You swallowed hard and nudged Paige’s leg off your shoulder with a low chuckle. “You’re messing up my posture,” you muttered.

“Mmhmm,” she replied, but her hand ghosted over your hair before settling on the bed again. You didn’t move.

“So,” KK said, flopping down on the rug beside you and holding the phone up, “Q&A time. Ask us anything. We’re bored and Paige is refusing to play Uno.”

“That’s because you cheat,” Paige said, her voice honey-smooth and sarcastic.

“Don’t distract them,” you whispered under your breath. Paige leaned forward just a little so only you could hear.

“You’re cute when you panic,” she teased.

“Shut up,” you hissed, glancing nervously at the comments.

@ncaa_girlie: THE TENSION BETWEEN PAIGE AND Y/N IS SCREAMING

@love4wbb: Y’all saw that little whisper?? Don’t play with us.

KK raised an eyebrow as she scrolled through the chat. “Yo, people are wildin’ in here. Someone said, ‘Just drop the couple soft launch and let us live.’” She turned to you and Paige. “What does that even mean? Y’all soft launching a relationship or what?”

“I don’t even know what that means,” Paige said with a shrug, a half-smile tugging at her lips.

“It means stop being weird,” you said, forcing a laugh and passing KK the popcorn. Your hand brushed Paige’s as you moved it back to your lap, and you knew your expression gave you away—just for a second.

“Hey, let’s play that ‘most likely to’ game,” KK announced, oblivious—or pretending to be. “Chat, y’all drop suggestions.”

@courtvision23: Most likely to fall asleep watching game tape

@hoopsbae: Most likely to date a teammate 😏

KK burst out laughing. “Okay! Okay. First one: most likely to date a teammate.”

Her eyes went straight to the two of you.

“I vote Y/N,” she said, pointing.

“I vote KK,” you shot back quickly, a smirk forming.

“Nah, that’s deflection!” KK accused. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“She never does,” Paige added, shooting you a sideways glance that lingered too long.

@bucketsandvibes: THE LOOK PAIGE JUST GAVE HER OMG

@paige_simp7: “She never does” HELLOOOOO

You rubbed your temples. “I hate all of you.”

“Liar,” Paige whispered, her voice low and playful. She bumped your knee with hers. You bumped her back harder.

KK stood to grab water from the mini-fridge, giving you a precious moment alone on camera.

“You gotta chill,” you muttered.

“I’m chill,” Paige said, nonchalantly popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “You’re the one twitching every time our hands touch.”

You looked at her with wide eyes. “Because they’re gonna figure it out.”

“They already have, babe,” she murmured.

@reboundqueen: Babe. SHE SAID BABE. ROLL IT BACK.

@dormdetectives: I got time. I will be analyzing the audio. This is NOT a drill.

When KK returned, she raised an eyebrow. “Did I miss something?”

“Nope,” you said quickly. Too quickly.

Paige just grinned.

“Let’s get serious for a sec,” KK said, propping her chin in her hand. “Who’s the most romantic?”

You and Paige both froze. The silence was brief but brutal.

“Oh my God,” KK muttered. “It’s both of you. Y’all are in love or somethin’.”

The comments exploded:

@benchwarmerspy: NO CUZ KK JUST OUTED THEM 😭

@loveisintheair: I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. 2K LIKES AND I’LL MAKE A COMPILATION.

“Okay,” Paige said, standing up and stretching. “This has been fun. Love the fans. Love the theories. Gonna go jump out the window now.”

You grabbed her hand to stop her, and it stayed there longer than it should’ve. KK’s jaw dropped.

“No way. Y’all weren’t even subtle about that one.”

You exhaled slowly. “Okay, listen. It’s not what it looks like.”

“Girl, it’s exactly what it looks like,” KK said, grinning. “And honestly? About time.”

Paige sat back down beside you, her hand now resting between you two, pinky barely brushing yours. “We weren’t trying to hide it forever,” she said quietly.

“Just… not during a TikTok Live with 12k people watching,” you added.

KK looked at the camera. “So, um, y’all heard it here first? UConn WBB, always full of surprises.”

@wbbfanclub: WAIT. CONFIRMED?!

@courtchemistry: They said soft launch, then did a full hard launch mid-Live I’m crying

“Do we keep going or just end it now?” you asked Paige.

She smiled, her expression soft and sure. “Might as well give them a show now.”

“I was just trying to have a normal Friday night,” you sighed.

Paige rubbed your back in slow circles, too casually for how fast your heart was racing.

@uwubuckets: “SHE’S RUBBING HER BACK. IM UNWELL.”

@teamusincebirth: “so like…we all agree this is a hard launch right?”

@dykelore: “paige looks so proud of herself like yeah that’s my person 💅🏽”

@kkismymom: “KK instigating this like a professional agent of chaos”

KK leaned over the chat. “Y’all already trending.”

“Where?” you asked, alarmed.

“Twitter. TikTok. Probably LinkedIn.”

You buried your face in your hands. “We’re gonna have fan cams now, aren’t we?”

“Sit tight,” KK said gleefully. “Next question: Who made the first move?”

“She did,” Paige said, pointing at you.

“No,” you countered. “You kissed me after we won that scrimmage.”

“That was a celebration.”

“You called it a reward.”

@firstmovetruthers: “Paige making the first move checks out”

@Y/Nstan9000: “Y/N BLUSHED 😭 caught in 4k”

@kkarnolddefenseteam: “can we get KK a raise for being the chaos catalyst”

“Next one: When did y’all know it was more than teammates?”

“I think I always kinda knew,” Paige said. “But I knew for sure the day you twisted your ankle and I couldn’t stop panicking.”

You blinked at her.

“Why?”

“Because all I wanted to do was carry you off the court and punch the floor at the same time. That’s love, right?”

You were silent for a beat. “Yeah. That’s love.”

@emotionaldamagepls: “the ankle story? yeah i’m crying. fully crying.”

@gatoradewatergirl: “I’m sobbing in a Target parking lot. Thanks.”

@kkdeservesacookie: “KK is the real MVP for facilitating this chaos”

KK sniffled, wiping an invisible tear. “Y’all are disgusting. In a cute way.”

She checked the time. “I’m ending the live now before people start proposing for you.”

As the screen went black, a calm settled over the room. You leaned back into Paige. She laced her fingers with yours.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

“Yeah,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder. “I’m glad it’s out.”

“Me too.”

“Still can’t believe we came out during a TikTok Live,” you muttered.

“Legendary,” KK said, mouth full of popcorn.

Next Morning

@espnW: “BREAKING: Paige Bueckers and UConn teammate Y/N confirmed relationship during KK Arnold’s TikTok Live. Fans are losing their minds — and honestly, so are we.”

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author’s note: i got carried away HAHAHA this was so fun to write!! thanks so much for reading i hope u enjoyed!

#madsxyins writes #paige bueckers uconn #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers x teammate #kk arnold #wlw #uconn #wbb #fluff

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｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧"Into the looking glass."｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

Post format: Multipart series

Pairing: Yandere!Male!DoL x Fem!Isekai!Reader

Word count: 5k

Synopsis: You gain the chance to wake up in the world of one of your favorite games. Unfortunately, the 'favorite game' happens to be one about rape, violence, and stalking. Not only that, but the game seems to be rigged against you. All you want is to find a way home and put this all behind you, but is that even possible...?

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Attempted Non/Con, Stalking, Violence, Age Gaps, Teacher/Student, Caretaker/Ward, Bullying

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Another dull morning, you think to yourself, rolling over to turn off your alarm. You pick up your cellphone and blearily swipe your screen as you clamber out of bed. It’s embarrassing to admit, but you really didn’t notice anything was wrong until you stood up and looked in the mirror. You blink, poking at you face and staring where your reflection should be, but isn’t. You wave your hand in front of the mirror. Nothing.

You look around, only to realize that your surroundings are different, too. The room you’re in is plain, cramped, and completely devoid of character. It’s almost liminal, in a way. Eerie in its emptiness.

You need to get out of here.

You nervously reach for the door and twist the handle. The doornob moves with you, but the door remains fixed in place. Your phone buzzes, and you fish it out of your pocket, quickly turning it on. You’ve gotten a text, but the number is blank.

You have not chosen an avatar yet. Please choose one from the mirror before leaving your room.

Well, that woke you right up. Is someone watching you? You swerve your head around, checking the ceilings and corners for cameras. You try the door again. You go in circles, turning the whole room upside down. You try the door. Nothing. You check your phone. The same message appears as soon as you open it. You swipe it away out of habit, but it refuses to budge. Freaky. The time hasn’t changed since you woke up, either, though you’re sure you’ve been at it for more than fifteen minutes by now.

You decide to take a peek at the mirror again. You try to remove it from the wall to look behind, but your vision goes white the second you make contact with its’ surface. Your vision clears, and in front of you is a grey figure of ambiguous gender. It looks almost made of clay. Your phone buzzes.

Player avatar selection.

Select a sex. Sex cannot be changed after starting the game.

1.) Male 2.) Female 3.) Hermaphrodite

Well, you’ve either fallen asleep or been drugged. Not knowing what else to do, you choose female, watching in horror and fascination as the figure morphs to accommodate your choice.

>Next

Other customization options soon come up. You give the figure your ideal height, weight, and features. You change her skin tone, hair color, texture, and eye color. You watch as she slowly comes to life as your ideal. The person you’ve always wanted to be.

Your phone buzzes just as you finish touching her up.

Set Name

You’re about to name her when the text fills itself in with your name instead.

Welcome, [First]! 1. Start Game!

You grimace, and hit play.

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When you come to, it’s 07:00 again, and you’re still in that room. You glance at the mirror, only to see your avatar glancing back. You wave your arm in front of it, and she mimics your movements perfectly. You make a lewd gesture, and she does, too. Creepy. Is this really a dream? You’re startled out of your thoughts as your phone buzzes once again.

Welcome to the alpha of Degrees of Lewdity!

If you want to avoid trouble, dress modestly and stick to safe, well-lit areas. Nights are particularly dangerous. Dressing lewd will attract attention, both good and bad.

The new school year starts tomorrow at 09:00. The bus service is the easiest way to get around town. Don’t forget your uniform and backpack!

1. Next

Your face pales as you read the text. There’s no way. You hit next, reminding yourself that you’re only in a dream, and that no one can harm you in a dream. Your phone opens to its home screen, where you see various apps, some of which are labled.

-Characteristics -Social -Traits -Journal -Stats -Feats

You open characteristics and take a look. At the very top is a color chart indicator. description of your body’s appearance and condition, underneath are familiar stats.

Purity: 7/7 You are angelic. Physique: 3/6 Your body is average. Willpower: 1/6 You are fainthearted. Awareness: 3/7 You have a normal understanding of sexuality. Promiscuity: 0/6 You are chaste and pure. Exhibitionism: 0/6 You are coy. Deviancy: 0/6 You are squeamish.

Everything seems to be in line with the stats for the beginning of a playthrough. Everything except one.

Beauty: 7/6 Your beauty is beyond measure.

That’s…not good, if the blaring red is anything to go off of, anyway.

You scroll down. Your skills are all ranked as F, which is actually better than the “None” stat they usually start as. That’s weird, but you aren’t complaining. Your sex skills, however…are all at C. That’s super weird! You aren’t sure what to make of it, so you choose to ignore it instead.

Your overall school performance is terrible, with F’s all around the board. In real life, this would mean you’d picked the athlete trait, but your physique is baseline, and your athletic stat is also at F, so it can’t be that. It must just be inconsistencies from being asleep, you reason. That’s why your stats are all over the place.

Your status is normal, aside from your allure. Which is maxed out at “You look like you need to be ravaged.” You shudder.

You check traits. You have two.

Alien - You aren’t from around here! RPG like elements have been incorporated into your reality for a smoother experience. Virgin - Your purity recovers faster. Your virginity might be worth something.

You open your journal.

It is the 4th of September, 2022.

-It has been 0 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term starts on Monday the 5th of September.

Current quests:

Visit Bailey in his office by 20:00 tonight to recover your ID documents and gain your independence.

Failure to complete quest will result in the day restarting

You turn your phone off and look around. Everything seems normal, too normal. You read somewhere once that it’s impossible (or perhaps just very difficult) to read clearly while in a dream. Could you have been drugged? Or did you take something and then forget about it?

You pinch yourself. Ow.

Well, that’s not solid proof. People have reported cases of feeling pain in dreams before it’s just kind of really rare is all. Or, or! Maybe you’re not dreaming. Maybe you’re dying. Maybe you got into an accident somewhere, and now you’re in a coma. People hallucinate during comas, don’t they?

You pinch yourself, again.

It’s not real.

…You might as well see what this quest is about.

You leave your bedroom, and walk to Bailey’s office. You don’t question how you know the way there. You knock on the door and enter.

“I know why you’re here,” he says. “You want me to release you from my protection, so you’ll be an independent citizen. I could do that. But there’s a problem. You’ve been living under my roof without giving anything in return. You owe me. Until you pay me back, I’m not letting you go.” He picks up an envelope and flips through it. Dozens of identification documents are stored within it. One of them is yours. “£100 should do. To start with. I don’t care how you get it. Knock on doors and ask for work. Rent yourself as a footstool. Steal it, even. Just have it a week from now. Or I’ll find a way to extract value from you.”

You nod and leave his office, returning to your room.

Your phone buzzes as soon as you close the door.

Quest completed. New quest added to journal. View Now?

Y/N

You hit yes.

Time-Sensitive:

Bailey wants £100 on Sunday. Find a job and free yourself from his clutches.

That’s great and all, but maybe you shouldn’t leave the orphanage today…or ever. Not until you wake up. You decide to just download some social media apps and scroll for the rest of the day instead. You scroll until midday, when you’re stopped by your stomach growling. Can you get hungry inside a dream…? You feel uneasy as you climb off the bed. Your neck hurts from the uncomfortable position you had been in, but that’s the least of your worries right now.

You leave your bedroom and enter the main hall. A trim girl happens to be passing by your door, so you stop her and ask about when lunch is. She looks at you strangely.

“Whenever you want…? Just go somewhere and get it. I don’t know.”

“I meant here, can we get food here?”

“Sure, if you’re underage. We have to provide for ourselves once we reach eighteen, though. You know that. Everyone knows that.” She leaves in a hurry. You go back to your room to watch “Gootube” videos. It’s not as pornographic as it sounds.

You stay on your phone for the rest of the day. It never seems to run out of charge. Finally, you turn it off and climb under the covers. You don’t bother to wear pajamas. You sleep soundly, and wake up at 07:00 on Sunday, September 4th.

Wait, what?

You look at your journal again.

Journal

It is the 4th of September, 2022.

-It has been 0 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term starts on Monday the 5th of September.

Current quests:

Visit Bailey in his office by 20:00 tonight to recover your ID documents and gain your independence. Failure to complete quest will result in the day restarting

But you didn’t fail your quest! You completed it and…

It’s because you didn’t get a job yesterday, isn’t it?

You sigh and climb out of bed. Off to visit Bailey again.

“I know why you’re here,” he says. God, you wish you could skip dialogue in real life. Or in dreams, you guess. Bailey wraps up his speech and you leave, this time heading outside the orphanage to look for work right after.

As expected, you bump into someone almost immediately. A voluptuous woman grabs you. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve seen all week!” She says, lunging for your clothes. You step back, but she catches you, lifting your sundress’s skirt and revealing your lace panties. You try to grab her hand and pull it away, but she’s stronger than you. She pushes you to the ground, and you land painfully on the sidewalk. You let out an involuntary yelp as your elbows scrape on the pavement. Is she really going to try and molest you out in public like this? It would appear so, as she’s currently straddling your legs with her knees, keeping them apart. You come to your senses when you feel a hand on your groin, and scream out for help.

A taut man comes to your rescue, chasing off the woman and helping you to your feet. He treats your wounds and gives you a pepper spray charge. You thank him and go on your way.

The dog pound is probably the best place to start with, you think to yourself while looking at the map on your phone. So you hop on a bus and wait for your stop, but not before a thin man sits next to you and rests his hand on your thigh. You shuffle away from him, and he follows you. You stand up, and he does, too. No one else is paying attention. You quickly walk to the most crowded area of the bus and sit next to a plush woman. She doesn’t look happy, but doesn’t say anything, either. The thin man watches you from his seat. You reach your destination, and he moves to follow you when you stand. Luckily, a tall man stops him, giving you a thumbs up as he blocks the thin man’s view of you. You give him a grateful nod and step off.

Your shift at the dogpound goes on without incident. Thugh the employees tried to get handsy more than a few times, they never took it further when you moved away. You even took your lunch break at the nearby cafe! You’re surprised by how much character the place had visually, considering it comes from a text-based game.

By the time the dog pound closes, it’s nighttime. You pale at the realization. It’s nighttime, and you’re in Degrees of Lewdity. Should you risk taking the bus? Or should you risk the streets?

If you’re on a bus, you’re there for less time, but it’s an enclosed space. If you’re outside, there’s more places to run and hide. But hiding goes both ways.

You elect to go through the streets, sticking to the places that are the most open and well-lit. You get home without incident, though you swear you saw something in the alleys.

You collapse into bed and sleep for ten hours.

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It’s 07:03 when you wake up. You have school today, so you look through your wardrobe for your uniform. You find it, but…why is it so skimpy? Sheer tights, short plaid skirt, tight shirt, platform mary janes and loose socks. You put it on, but the shirt is so tight it won’t button all the way, leaving a sizable amount of your cleavage and lace bra visible.

Speaking of which, aren’t you only supposed to start with plain underwear? Why is all of yours lace? And why does it clasp at the front? You spend twenty minutes looking for a jacket, different shirt, or other way to cover yourself, but find nothing. Bailey bangs on the doors around the orphanage to wake the orphans up. You sigh and put your clothes back into your wardrobe before leaving.

You bump into Robin on your way out. Literally. He nearly runs you over.

“Hey!” He says running towards you. He doesn’t slow down in time and plows right into you. You help him up. “Thanks,” he says, looking a bit bashful. “I didn’t see you yesterday. Remember, you can visit me in my room anytime you want. I have something to show you. I’m so excited!” He runs off, and you realize you’ve forgotten your backpack, so you head back in and find it. It takes you another ten minutes to realize you’d put it behind the door. By the time you’re ready, it’s already half an hour past seven. You decide to see if Robin is still in his room.

You knock, and hear some crashing. Before you can ask if something’s wrong, Robin opens the door and hugs you. “Look,” he says, pulling you inside. Your eyes immediately land on the shiny new game console in the corner of the room. “I’ve been saving up,” he says. “What are you waiting for?” He pats the bed beside him and you hop on. You watch him play for a few minutes, and the two of you walk to school together.

Though it’s literally your first time meeting him, you feel safer around Robin. Though you know he can’t fight to protect you, having someone by your side does a lot to ease the mind. Plus, he’s one of the only decent people in the game. You’re glad, but at the same time, you’re uneasy. You wonder if he notices you’re not his childhood friend. That you look like her, sound like her, but you aren’t her. You wonder if he’d hate you, should he find out.

“Is something wrong, [First]?” You snap to attention.

“Huh? Oh, uh, no. I’m okay,” you say. “I was just kind of busy yesterday, came home exhausted but couldn’t sleep, you know how it is.” You wave your hand dismissively at him as you pass the school gates. “Where are you heading? I’d like to go with you, if that’s alright. Since I didn’t see you yesterday, and all.” Really, you just don’t want to be alone here. But there’s no need to say that.

Robin smiles, and the two of you hang out in the rear courtyard. It’s nice, but you can feel him glancing at you when he thinks you’re not looking. It makes you uncomfortable. Has he caught on? You excuse yourself and head to the library. Maybe you should acquaint yourself with the other non-crazy person on campus. At least you won’t have to lie about your identity to Sydney.

You walk over to the counter near the back of the library. A tall boy with a strawberry blonde ponytail and glasses is stamping books behind it. You smile as you approach him. “Good morning…” He says, yawning. “First time at the rental counter? You can rent out one book at a ti-” Sydney yawns.. “Time. You can also buy school-approved clothes here. Headmaster Leighton’s marked the prices way up, though. Students with a good record get special discounts.” He seems excited, though you can’t place why.

“Books can be rented out for two weeks at a time. You can renew your rental at any time…” He looks down. You look down. Sydney has stamped his hand. You smile.”...Let’s call that a demonstration of what happens if you return a late or damaged book. My name’s Sydney, by the way! Pleased to meet you.”

“I’m [First],” you respond. You and Sydney spend some time chatting. You notice that he’s oddly red.

“Are you feeling okay?” You ask, raising a hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up! Let’s get you to the infirmary!”

“W-what? No, I’m okay…”

“No, you’re not,” you say, pulling him up by the forearm. You drag him to the infirmary, and he has to bend down to allow it. No one pays you much mind, though you’re sure you look a little silly, holding onto the forearm of someone much taller than you. You reach the nurse, who informs you that Sydney is perfectly healthy, though tells him to take a rest on one of the beds upon seeing the bags under his eyes.

“See?” He says, smiling. “I didn’t realize you were such a worrier.” You flush, embarrassed. Is pure Sydney supposed to tease people? His face softens. “Thanks…for worrying about me, though” he says, then checks the time. “You should probably get to class.” Right, you’d nearly forgotten you were at school. You thank Sydney for reminding you and leave as he waves you off.

You go to your science lesson. Despite your grade being at F, the lesson is actually pretty easy to follow, some of this you remember from your own highschool lessons. The bell rings and you leave the classroom, only to get shoved into a locker immediately. A boy with blonde hair covering one eye looms over you. You recognize him immediately.

“Don’t get in my way again,” Whitney says, pressing his knee against your crotch. “Or I’ll put you in your place.” He releases you, but you know that won’t be the end of it. You hurry to math class, hoping Whitney will skip today. You’re tense for the first twenty minutes of class, but slowly begin to relax upon realizing Whitney probably isn’t going to show up. Nearly half an hour into class, the teacher River steps out for a moment. And with the kind of timing you’d only see in movies, Whitney waltzes in, his jacket thrown over his shoulder. You try to look away, but it’s too late. Whitney makes eye contact with you and grins. He walks over to the mousy girl sitting next to you.

“Move,” he says. She does. You turn away from him, but he grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him.

This is unfair, you think to yourself. Whitney isn’t supposed to sit next to you unless you’re dating. Why now?

“Watcha lookin at, slut?”

This sucks. You want to go home. When is this dream supposed to end?

Whitney tugs at your hair even harder. “I asked you a question, slut.”

How did you even get here in the first place? Did you really die? Were you in a coma? Whitney yanks your hair back so hard your body goes with it, creating an awful screeching sound as your chair lurches back. River walks in just in time to see you fall on your back. Whitney is sent out. He turns to make a penetration sign with his hands at you as he leaves.

Math ends, and you head to English. There’s a crowd of students blocking your path. You peer over shoulders and heads to see the source of the commotion, and see a dark haired student on the ground, with two bullies standing over him. Your first instinct is Kylar, but you must be wrong. Kylar’s event shouldn’t happen until a week from now.

You could try to help, but that would probably get you assaulted. Even if you didn’t, your fellow students would think less of you, leading you to getting picked on later, and potentially assaulted more and–

Fuck it, you can’t ignore this. You’re already shoving past students and blocking the bullies’ view of the student. “Leave him alone,” you say. “I won’t stand for this.” One of the bullies, a thin girl, shoves you down.

“Sit, then!” She says, the audience laughs. You pick yourself up and ram into the thin girl and her friend. You knock her off-balance and she falls to the floor, screaming as soon as she lands. “You stupid bitch! You broke my tailbone!” The audience is laughing at her, now. Her friend is helping her up. “I’ll get you for this! Mark my fucking words!” You shiver. Hopefully no one notices. You turn to check on the boy they were harassing, only to nearly bump heads with him. You jump back, and the boy smiles apologetically. There’s something else in his expression, but before you can figure out what it was, you make eye contact with him, and the whole world goes dark.

Tousled black hair, short stature, sickly pale skin and the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen. It’s Kylar. It has to be. “T-thanks,” he says. “I-I’m Kylar.” Your face drops, but you aren’t sure if he saw it before running off. The tips of his ears are red, you notice. You step towards the crowd, which is already dispersing. The remaining onlookers make way for you, though you feel a hand grope your butt as you leave. You turn, but no one’s there.

You head into English class, already exhausted. Kylar watches you from the back. You ignore him. The plump boy sitting behind you sniffs your hair during the entirety of the lesson, so it’s hard to focus. You look down at your notes. It’s an unintelligible mess. Is this what it means to have a grade F in English, you wonder?

Finally, it’s lunch time. You head to the cafeteria, passing by the headmaster on your way there. You swear you saw him checking you out. You shudder and speed up. Upon reaching the canteen, you are presented with three options.

Robin is talking with some students at his table, they seem to be arguing.

Sydney is sitting alone, several piles of books surrounding him.

Kylar is also alone, stabbing at his food with more violence than seems neccesary.

Despite your self preservation instincts, you walk towards Robin to see what the commotion is. The lean boy is accusing Robin of ‘looking at him with disrespect’. Arguing with him would be pointless. So you do the next best thing and smile as you spit in his face.

As expected, he doesn’t take it well, and pounces on you immediately. He tears open your shirt, leaving you only marginally more exposed than you already were. You scream loudly, and Leighton rushes in. You suppress a smirk.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” He shouts, pushing past students to find you exposed on the ground, the lean boy holding you down. He scrambles off of you, and you fix your uniform. The lean boy tries to explain, but Leighton cuts him off and sends him out. Robin helps you up.

“Are you okay?! Why did you do that?”

“I saw Leighton on the way over here. I figured if we caused a scene, he’d be the one to get in trouble for it.”

“Don’t do something like that again! That was really dangerous!” You nod, though you don’t really mean it.

Kylar watches from across the canteen. +Jealousy

The rest of lunch passes without incident and you go to History with Robin. The two of you chat about his game before class starts. You learn some interesting things about the history of the town. Nothing happens during history, and you leave feeling refreshed. You navigate the halls to your swimming lesson and change. You keep your eyes down, but swear you feel the stares of your classmates. You think you hear a camera go off, but when you turn, no one’s looking at you.

A taut boy follows you around the pool, and doesn’t stop trailing until the lesson is over. He keeps his distance, but it still makes you feel uneasy. The bell rings, and you don’t see him again.

You meet up with Robin in the courtyard, but hesitate walking home when you see Whitney hanging out by the gate.

“Can we go out through the back?”

“The back? Why?” You nod your head towards Whitney and his friends, and Robin makes an ‘O’ with his mouth. “I don’t mind, but how will we get out?” You’re about to answer when a realization hits you. Right. You haven’t unlocked the tunnel outside yet, which means you can’t leave unless you climb the fence.

“...Nevermind,” you say. “Maybe they won’t notice us.” You and Robin try to blend in with the crowd, but a hand on your shoulder quickly yanks you into the open.

“Hold it, slut.” Shit. “You didn’t pay the toll.”

You grit your teeth. “What’s the toll?” Whatever, you have twenty quid to spare.

“Flash us your tits.” There’s a crowd circling around you. You notice people pulling out their phones.

“[First]...”

“It’s fine, Robin.” You give him a strained smile as you unbutton your blouse. “Happy?” You ask, turning back to Whitney.

“Not quite,” he says, grabbing the front of your bra and unclasping the hook. Your breasts flop out. “There. That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?” You turn and quickly fix your bra, wishing it clasped at the back instead of the front like a normal bra. You and Robin speed away, then find a secluded ally to fix your shirt.

Finally home, you decide to check out some of the apps you didn’t bother with yesterday.

Social

Excellent Good Decent Okay Poor Bad Terrible

Primary relationships:

Robin The Orphan Robin wants to be your best friend. Love: 100% Confidence: 0% Trauma: 0% Lust: 40%

You smile. It’s little different than the starting relationship in the actual game, but you’re slowly getting used to the inconsistencies. You’re about to look at the next box when your eyes are drawn back up to the pink text. Wait a minute, doesn’t that mean bad? You check the color chart to make sure.

But, why? Why is that bad? Isn’t it good? Or, is it because his confidence is low? Maybe the key word here is “wants”. Still, wouldn’t that count more as poor than bad? Whatever, no need to nitpick. You’ll check back in on it later. You move on.

…You almost move on. Why is his love so high? And his lust, too?! It’s gotta be a glitch, right? Right?

Right. You restart your phone and boot it back up. Nothing’s changed. You put that aside for now.

Whitney The Bully Whitney wants to own you. Love: 50% Dominance: 50% Lust: 100%

Another different one. Also bad. Terrible, even. You aren’t even sure what to make of it. You just met him, and his lust is already maxed out. His love is also surprisingly high, though only half as much as Robin’s is. You make a mental note to sit in view of the teacher during math going forward.

Kylar The Loner Kylar is obsessed with you. Love: 100% Jealousy: 55% Lust: 90%

Another case of inexplicably high stats right off the bat, though you aren’t surprised with Kylar. You move on.

Sydney The Faithful ? Sydney is conflicted. Love: 77% Purity: 44% Lust: 66%

Okay, you’re pretty sure those are all just angel numbers. Or, supposed to be angel numbers. It’s kind of hard to do that with only two numbers. Though 666 is actually more of a demonic number, it still fits the theme. Aside from the strange percentages, you’re also concerned by the question mark next to ‘faithful’, not to mention the fact that his purity is already so low he’s conflicted. You haven’t even flirted with him yet!

You glance at the other named NPC’s. They’re all unremarkable, full of “has no strong opinion of you” aside from two.

Bailey The Caretaker Bailey doesn’t want you to leave. Love: 25% Lust: 99%

Leighton The Headmaster You’re Leighton’s favorite. Love: 10% Lust: 85%

Your stomach lurches. Gross. You are absolutely repressing that shit.

You check your reputation next.

-The police aren’t concerned with you, and have no evidence linking you to any crime. -The atmosphere in the orphanage is calm. -You are considered a normal student by teachers. -Your fellow students desire you.

You grimace at the last one. You make a mental note to buy a more concealing uniform.

Finally, you have your fame. This one should be normal, right? You’ve only just gotten here.

Sex: Unknown Prostitution: Unknown Rape: Obscure. Beastiality: Unknown Exhibitionism: Unknown Pregnancy: Unknown Combat: Obscure Kindness: Obscure Business: Unknown Socialite: Unknown Overall: Famous

What?! Famous?! How does that— Ugh, forget it. You keep reading.

The townsfolk call you Darling. Those in the criminal underworld call you Darling.

…?

What…what does that mean?

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azzibuckets · 2 months ago

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i’ll always be your number one fan [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: unedited rambling mess of my ideas inspired from the natty and 2025 wnba draft night (aka the best day of our lives)..more to come later perhaps

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April 7, 2025

Paige has known her girlfriend for almost a decade now. Even before they started dating, she’d always been attuned to her best friend in every way. If Azzi opened her mouth, she could probably guess what she was about to say. When Azzi looked upset or sad or tired, Paige was always the first to pick up on it and put a smile on her face.

But this? This is the first time in all these years that Paige has no fucking clue what Azzi is doing. It had started the day after the championship; they’d woken up in bed, still starry eyed from the events of the night before.

Paige rubs her forehead, her head aching from last night’s shots. Fresh memories of confetti and screams and smiles and tears and a trophy come flooding to her all in an instant, and she blinks dazedly. “Am I dreaming?”

She feels a pinch in her side, followed by sharp nails digging into her skin, and she groans. “Nope, not dreaming,” Azzi teases, before rolling on top of her to straddle her hips.

Paige’s hands find strong thighs, her fingers automatically going to rub the soft skin there. She gazes up at her girlfriend, awe in her eyes. Azzi has bags under her red rimmed eyes, and her shirt is rumpled with sleep, but she still looks like something out of a movie. “Now it definitely feels like a dream.”

Rolling her eyes affectionately, Azzi grabs the championship cap from the nightstand. With a sleepy grin, she places it haphazardly on her head before sliding her hands down Paige’s chest to her abs. They kiss each other, languid and slow, until Paige has to pull away. “We can’t,” she groans. “We have media in like, twenty minutes.”

And usually Azzi is the one to keep them on schedule, to drag Paige out of bed and force her to start getting ready, but this time, it’s like the younger girl doesn’t even hear her. She continues kissing Paige’s jaw, teeth and tongue making a mess of spit that Paige so badly wants to indulge in.

“Az,” she gasps when Azzi suckles on a particularly sensitive spot. “We really gotta go.”

Sighing, Azzi nips at her ear before pulling away. She sits on the bed, tired, as Paige get up and ambles to the bathroom, flipping on the lights.

Paige gives the younger girl a foamy, toothpastey grin when she walks in a few minutes later. Azzi silently grabs her own toothbrush and joins her, one hand wrapping around Paige’s waist as her chin finds her shoulder.

Paige scrunches her nose as they make eye contact in the mirror. “Baby, you’re getting toothpaste on my cheek.”

Again, Azzi ignores her, hand clenching even tighter on Paige’s shirt, and the blonde sighs, resolving herself to the fate of washing her face instead of detaching herself from her girlfriend’s grasp.

It’s like that for the rest of the week. On the plane ride home, Azzi gives Kaitlyn an approximate 24 minutes of peace before she’s forcing her to switch spots. As soon as she sits down, she’s immediately curling into Paige’s side; and the blonde isn’t by any means complaining, but Azzi has never been the clingier one, so it leaves her wondering just a bit.

When the team is chilling in one of their rooms after a hectic few days, finally enjoying some down time together without cameras shoved in their face, Azzi is in Paige’s lap, hands playing with the baby curls at the nape of her neck as the rest of their teammates gag and mimic shoving fingers down their throat. Even as they’re just chilling by themselves, Azzi’s head is always on Paige’s shoulder, or finding an excuse to hold hands or run her fingers through her hair.

It all comes to a halt on Thursday, though, when Azzi suddenly finds every excuse to avoid Paige. She rolls out of bed before Paige does, changing her clothes and leaving the room before the blonde is even awake enough to check her phone. She locks herself in her room, claiming the need to study and catch up on work, her responses to Paige’s texts few and far in between. At dinner with the girls, she’s quiet. It’s a sudden change from how she’s been all over Paige the past few days, and it’s safe to say that the older girl has no idea what’s going on.

“Are you mad at me?” After a thorough search of nearly half the campus, Paige has finally found Azzi in Werth.

Azzi doesn’t turn from where she’s shooting at the free throw line. “Why would I be mad at you?” Her voice sounds off, almost shaky, but Paige attributes it to her being out of breath from her workout.

“My key card doesn’t even work anymore.” Paige tosses it to the ground. “Isn’t that crazy?” she laughs.

Azzi still refuses to turn around, eyes laser trained on the hoop. It’s only when she sniffs that Paige realizes. “Are you crying?”

Azzi sniffs again, which doesn’t help her point, and her next shot resembles more of an angry chuck at the back board than her usually effortless swishes. “No.”

“You’re definitely crying.”

“I’m not.” Azzi shoots again, and it’s an airball this time. She curses.

“It is pretty hard to see through tears,” Paige says grimly.

“I’m not crying.”

Paige’s hand grabs her shoulder, but she still refuses to look at her. “Turn around, then.”

“Leave me alone, Paige. I’m trying to shoot.”

“Azzi, look at me.”

Azzi’s hand finds her chest and pushes her away. “Paige, I wanna be alone.”

The older girl finally takes a step back, breathing hard. “I’ll leave if you want me to,” she says quietly.

“Good.”

Paige swallows the hurt. “But I’m leaving in two days. For good. And I don’t think you wanna waste away the little time we do have together.” When Azzi stays silent, she adds, “And I don’t want to, either.” Her hand bridges the space between them, thumb stroking the back of her neck lightly. “Come on, Azzi. Talk to me.”

“A week ago we were watching game film.” Azzi finally turns around, and her cheeks are wet with tears. Paige’s stomach starts to hurt; she hates seeing her cry. As carefully as she can, she wipes the tears away with the sleeve of her sweater. “That’s all we could think about. Winning the next game. And I guess I was so focused on that that I didn’t have time to process the fact that you’re actually leaving.”

“Azzi.”

“And I just - I know so many people do long distance. But I- I’m so used to seeing you every day. And knowing you’re so far away? That fucking hurts, Paige, because I already miss you so much and you’re still here.” Azzi looks away, blinking back more tears.

“Az-,”

“Paige, this is our life for the next few years,” Azzi interrupts. “Until our rookie contracts are up. And I know it’s gonna be worth it, fuck, you’re always worth it, but it’s just so goddamn hard.”

“Az.” Paige presses a kiss to her forehead, lips trembling as she resists her own onslaught of tears. “Why didn’t you tell me this instead of avoiding me? I wish we could’ve talked about this earlier.”

“Because every time I look at you I feel like crying,” Azzi responds dryly. “We just won a national championship and you’re about to get drafted. Crying’s a bit of a mood ruiner.”

Paige sighs. She bumps her nose into Azzi’s, trying to elicit a smile from the younger girl. “It is gonna be hard,” she agrees. “And we’re both gonna hate it. But we’re gonna be racking up our flight mileage and seeing each other as often as we can, yeah? Facetimes every single day, and if you fall asleep and forget I’m gonna be texting every damn person on the team to knock on your door and force you to answer my calls.”

Azzi finally smiles, and Paige grins triumphantly. “And we’re gonna be at each other’s games, wearing each others jerseys,” she continues, “you’re gonna come down and visit and meet all my new teammates who are gonna love you because you’re so sweet and funny and kind but also hate you because they’ll be so sick of hearing me talk about you all the damn time.”

“P-,”

“My turn to speak,” Paige cuts her off. “And you’re gonna be at my table at the draft, because you’re my best friend and I want you there. Okay?”

“Paige, your siblings-,”

“They’re too young to really remember anything anyways,” Paige justifies. “You’ve been by my side through it all and I am not fucking going to the W if you’re not there with me, alright?”

“You’re so dramatic,” Azzi scoffs, but the only thing Paige can really focus on now is that Azzi is smiling instead of crying.

“Cuz I love you,” Paige says. “And you love me.”

“I do love you.” Azzi smiles bigger this time, dimples and all, and it’s worn and familiar and to Paige, it’s everything.

“Then that’s all that matters, right?” She gives Azzi a quick kiss before tugging on her sweaty shirt. “Come on. You left me in bed this morning and I wanna cuddle with you before we sleep.”

April 14, 2025

Paige loves to talk.

She doesn’t know why, but her mind seems to be constantly running at 100 miles per hour, always coming up with something to yap about. It’s not like she doesn’t like the quiet - she enjoys it every so often, having some time to think in silence. But the outgoing, extroverted part of her always pushes her to fill the silence, to speak her wandering thoughts out loud, no matter how silly.

But now?

Paige is speechless. At a loss for words. Or more fittingly, incapable of forming coherent thoughts or words.

She’d been tapping away at her phone, a little overstimulated by the sheer amount of texts wishing her luck in the draft (as if she’d needed it). That, combined with the hundreds of message from last Sunday that she still was painstakingly responding to, along with all the other notifications flooding her email and social medias, had been keeping her busy.

But as soon as the door had clicked and she’d looked up, all the noise in her head had just silenced.

Honestly, her eyes didn’t know where to start. At first, they’d gone to Azzi’s hair, the most noticeable difference of the night. Her usual curls were gone, replaced by silky smooth waves that rippled tantalizingly across tan shoulders. Licking her lips, Paige’s eyes shifted down to the bronze of her skin, the black folds of her dress teasing the open expanse of bronzed collarbone and cleavage. Fuck. Paige squeezed her eyes shut, willing the feelings in her body to go away for at least another six hours.

Her manifestations failed to work, because as soon as Paige opened her eyes, this time taking in the pretty plump pink of her girlfriend’s lips combined with the flutter of her long, dark lashes, she knew she was putty.

“You paid Brittany extra this time, didn’t you,” Paige accused.

Azzi, probably expecting something a little sweeter to come out of her best friend’s mouth, squinted a little. “The fuck?”

“This- this,” Paige is sputtering, and Azzi smirks as she begins to realize the full effect she’s having on the blonde. “This is-”

“Use your words, baby,” Azzi laughs, and she makes it across the room in a few steps. Her eyes flick down to scan the sparkling fabric of Paige’s suit as her hands lightly play with the lapel.

“We don’t have long.” She’s barefoot, and Paige is in platform shoes, so she has to tip-toe to press a kiss to her girlfriend’s mouth. “I asked them to give us a sec.” One hand cups Paige’s cheek as the other runs lightly through soft waves of blonde hair. “You look so pretty.”

“Not as pretty as you.” Paige’s mouth finds Azzi’s again, and they both smile into the kiss and come away giggling like little kids.

“Whatever,” Azzi brushed away the compliment, but the light bush in her cheeks give her away. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m so proud. And I love you. And you’re gonna get drafted number one and everyone in Dallas is gonna go out of their fucking minds.” Azzi plants a gentle kiss to the tip of Paige’s nose, trying to be careful about not messing up her makeup. “New home, but same you, yeah?”

Paige’s eyes soften. “You know my home is wherever you’re at.”

“Fuck outta here with that cheesy stuff,” Azzi grins, and they both laugh again. “But seriously. I love you. You know I’ll always be your number one fan.”

Paige grabs Azzi’s hands, entangling their fingers. “Thank you.” She gives Azzi a hug then, and it’s so sudden that Azzi is caught by surprise. She feels her girlfriends bury her face into her shoulder. Smiling, Azzi tightens her hold on her waist and inhales the scent of perfume. It’s unfamiliar but floral and rich, and Azzi tries not to get emotional at the thought that this might be their new normal: not recognizing each others scents. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“Don’t cry, Az. Your makeup artist’s gonna kill you.” Paige lightly pushes her shoulder. “Save the tears for later.”

Someone knocks on the door, and they both turn with heavy sighs. The handle turns, and Paige steals one last kiss before the door opens and they separate with longing glances.

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Paige has had to limit herself on the drinks tonight. As the woman of the hour, it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to get blackout drunk, especially considering how freely the alcohol had been pouring for the last week and the fact that her poor liver could only take so much after working double overtime.

Azzi, however, didn’t really give a fuck. Her girlfriend had just gotten drafted as the number one pick, and what the hell? She was a national champion - the most outstanding player at that. So fuck it, she was getting drunk.

“P,” she slurs. “I can’t find my Wings hat.”

Paige steadies her waist with her hands, trying to be as appropriate as possible but finding it incredibly difficult to do when Azzi’s in such a short little dress. “It’s alright.” She takes the cap off her own head and puts it carefully on Azzi’s, doing her best to keep her bun in pristine shape. “You can have mine.”

“You won’t miss it?”

Paige chuckles and brings Azzi in closer, scanning the room before brushing her lips inconspicuously across her cheek. “I got plenty more where that came from, baby, don’t worry.” Her hands sidle lower, grazing Azzi’s ass, but she gets pushed away before she can make any good progress.

“Nah, you were trying that shit on the orange carpet too,” Azzi laughs.

“Number one pick can’t touch her girlfriend?” Paige teases. “Who you tryna wear this tight ass shit for then, huh?”

“Greedy,” Azzi reprimands. “You know you’ll get it later.”

“Exactly. Later. That’s too late,” Paige emphasizes.

Azzi throws her arms over Paige’s shoulders. “My girllll,” she says. “A fucking Wing. And number one. ‘M so proud.”

“Thank you, Azzi.” Paige doesn’t know why, but compliments from Azzi always turn her into a flustered mess, and she can do nothing but say thank you and duck her head.

“You getting all shy now, huh?” Azzi slurs knowingly, poking Paige’s cheek.

Paige flicks away her finger, shaking her head as her reddening cheeks betray her. “You’re tripping.”

“Nah. Definitely not tripping.” Azzi yawns. “Okay. Lemme go walk around and flaunt.” She taps her cap. “My girl’s number one, baby.” Then she’s off, a giggling mess, hips swaying in the glittery dress.

Paige’s chest tightens with the bittersweet feeling of it all.

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yungistiny · 22 days ago

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tug and pull

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which your boyfriend’s hair and outfit are driving you crazy

warning: dom yunho, sub reader, established relationship, hair pulling, unprotected sex, oral, light degradation

genre: smut

pairing: idol yunho x afab reader

word count: 2.2k

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You were a professional.

Hairpins in your mouth, comb in hand, a million thoughts buzzing in w, but none louder than the thunderstorm that was Jeong Yunho in that outfit.

The white button up rolled to his elbows, the gray tank snug against his chest, that undone black tie hanging like a sin across his torso… and his hair. Tousled, thick, growing longer by the day, slightly damp from the prep room, falling over his eyes like he was in a drama designed to ruin your life.

And his smirk, oh, that boyish, wolfish smirk, when he caught you watching in the mirror for the third time.

“You good, baby?” He whispered low, the teasing barely disguised.

“I’m fine,” You lied, stabbing a bobby pin into the air like it could kill the thoughts you were having.

You didn’t mean to spiral, but Yunho in this look wasn’t just sexy, he was lethal. He was every slow burning fantasy, every tension filled night, every “what if he knew how feral I get when he wears his hair like that” scenario bundled into one six foot two fever dream.

And of course, of course, he knew.

After the performance, he found You lingering near the back dressing room, still avoiding eye contact like he hadn’t haunted your thoughts for hours.

“Hey.” Yunho called, sweat slicked and glowing under the neon hallway lights. “Can you take a few shots of me for the fans? For Instagram.”

You turned, camera in hand, trying so hard not to choke.

He struck poses effortlessly. Stretching. Leaning. One hand in his pocket, the other brushing through that glorious dark hair. And then he had the audacity to bite his lip slightly when you adjusted the focus.

“You sure you’re getting the angles, baby?” He asked, voice like silk but laced with fire. “You’re shaking.”

You were. And he definitely clocked it.

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Back at the hotel, the second the door clicked shut behind you, Yunho was on you.

“God, you were squirming all night,” He growled, crowding you against the door, hands braced beside you head. “What was it, hmm? The hair?” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “The outfit? Or was it knowing you couldn’t touch me all day?”

You didn’t answer, couldn’t, because he was already walking you backward toward the bed with that determined glint in his eye.

“Strip,” He murmured. “Now.”

You fumbled, trembling, kicking off your clothes until you stood bare before him.

“Lie down.”

You obeyed instantly, legs parted as you watched him kneel at the edge of the bed like a man on a mission.

He ran his hands up your thighs, spreading them wider, hooking them over his shoulders.

Oh.

His mouth.

Warm, wet, tongue slow and deliberate as he licked a stripe up your center, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking just hard enough to make you jolt.

Your back arched. “Yunho…. fuck!”

“Mmm,” He hummed into you, the vibration wrecking your resolve.

And when your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging at the longer strands, he groaned, pressing in deeper.

“That what you wanted, baby?” He asked between licks. “To ride my face? Tug on my hair while I make you fall apart?”

You moaned, thighs trembling, the tension building too fast.

But Yunho didn’t let up.

He gripped your hips tighter, grounding you, holding you firm as he ground his mouth against you, tongue flicking, lips kissing, nose brushing you in the most intimate, unrelenting way.

You were breathless, tangled in sheets and stars and the man you couldn’t stop craving.

And when you came, oh god, when you came, your fingers yanked his hair, your legs locked around him, and Yunho moaned like you were his reward.

He didn’t stop until you were gasping, twitching, sweat slicked and glowing just like he had been earlier.

He finally rose, lips glistening, hair a tousled, beautiful mess, and smiled down at you like he’d just won a prize.

“You gonna be okay next time I wear that outfit?” He teased, licking his lips slow and shameless.

You reached for his tie.

“Not a chance in hell.”

You were still trembling, eyes glazed, hair wild, fingers hooking into the undone tie around his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss that was messy and deep, tasting yourself on his tongue. It made you moan all over again.

Your hands were hungry. Tearing at the buttons of his shirt, tugging the tank top over his head, your touch uncoordinated with urgency.

“God,” You panted, kissing down his chest, “you in this outfit, you knew what you were doing.”

Yunho just smirked, smug and breathless. “Kinda hard not to notice when my girlfriend nearly combusts just looking at me.”

Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch.

He chuckled low, eyes darkening as he leaned back slightly, letting you continue. “If that’s the reaction I get, maybe I should grow it out more…”

“You absolutely should,” You growled, yanking his head back by the hair so you could kiss down his neck. “You should never cut it again. You should let me fuck you every time it touches your eyes.”

Yunho groaned, deep and primal, hands finding your hips as you crawled into his lap, straddling him on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck,” He whispered, watching you like you were the most dangerous thing he’d ever faced, and loving every second of it. “You’re really gonna ride me like this? Right after I just made you fall apart?”

Your hand wrapped around him, hard and aching and already twitching under your touch.

“Yeah,” You murmured, kissing him slow as you positioned yourself, “I’m not done with you.”

And with a steady breath, eyes locked on his, you sank down onto him.

Both of you gasped.

He filled you slowly, thick and hot and stretching you perfectly, inch by inch until you were seated in his lap, thighs spread wide, your hands gripping his shoulders, his hair, anything you could reach.

“Fuck, you feel…” Yunho’s voice cracked, his head falling forward until his forehead met your collarbone. “You feel so good. So wet. You always fucking do.”

You whimpered, rolling your hips once just to hear him curse again, and he rewarded you with a sharp snap of his own upward thrust that made you cry out.

Your fingers found his hair again, wrapping tight, tugging until he looked up at you.

“God, Y/N,” He whispered, eyes full of awe and something deeper. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You started to move then, slow, deep rolls of your hips that had you both losing your breath, and Yunho’s hands gripped you harder, guiding you, matching your pace with lazy, grinding thrusts that made your toes curl.

“Yeah?” You gasped, hair sticking to your forehead, nails biting into his skin. “Then grow your fucking hair out, and stop cutting it, Yunho. And let me ruin you again and again.”

He laughed through a groan, one hand slipping between you to thumb over your clit, the other tangling in your hair now.

“Oh, baby,” He whispered, gaze locked on yours. “You already have.”

You were barely keeping it together.

Riding him slow had turned to frantic grinding, your moans tangled, the air thick with the sound of skin on skin and slick heat, your nails dragging down his chest, his tie still swinging somewhere between you like the last piece of restraint you hadn’t torn off.

But Yunho? Yunho was watching you like a man pushed to the edge. And when your rhythm stuttered, when you trembled and leaned into him, your voice cracking on a moan, he knew you were close again.

Too close.

Too good.

Too goddamn tempting.

With a growl, he grabbed you, hands firm on your thighs as he stood up, dick still buried deep inside you, making you squeal in surprise and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Yunho!”

“Shh, baby,” He muttered, kissing you quick before flipping and laying you flat on the bed. “You wanna act like that? Beg me with those little moans?”

He didn’t wait.

Didn’t tease.

He drove into you hard, deep, relentless thrusts that knocked the breath out of you, made your legs fly up around his waist. His pace was punishing, fast and precise, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room like music made just for the two of you.

“Yunho!” You cried, nails clutching at his arms, your back arching off the bed.

He pinned you with his hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, watching the way your body reacted to every thrust.

“Yeah, that’s it. You gonna come for me again?” He grunted, sweat dripping down his temple as he leaned over you. “Already?”

You nodded, too far gone, whimpering through another wave of pleasure building too fast.

A little whine escaped you.

Frustrated, breathless, bratty in the way that only you could be.

“I… can’t… reach your hair anymore,” You whined, pouting between gasps, your hands stretching up uselessly from where he had you pinned.

Yunho smirked mid thrust.

“Oh? Poor baby,” He mocked gently, eyes dark and gleaming. “Missing my hair that much?”

You nodded, biting your lip, face flushed and wrecked.

Without breaking rhythm, he leaned down, forehead pressed to yours, his long, messy hair falling like a curtain around you. One of your hands immediately tangled in it, gripping tight like it anchored you.

“Better?” He murmured against your lips.

You whimpered and came undone.

Your whole body seized, the cry ripped from you throat as you clenched tight around him, nails raking down his back, the other hand still tangled in his hair like you would die if you let go.

Yunho groaned loud, his thrusts stuttering as he chased the high with you, burying himself deep, hips grinding through your orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” He panted, mouth brushing yours. “So goddamn perfect when you fall apart like that.”

You were shaking, eyes glassy, lips parted, but smiling, breathless.

Still holding his hair like a trophy.

And Yunho? He was already lowering to kiss your throat, collarbone, every place you trembled.

Because he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Not with you flushed and panting like that beneath him. Not with the memory of you whimpering that you missed his hair.

And definitely not with the way your body still clenched around him like you needed more.

“Come here.” He breathed against your skin.

Before you could even ask, Yunho shifted, flipping you easily, cradling your body with surprising tenderness until you were on top, straddling him again, thighs trembling as they settled around his hips.

He looked up at you like you were his new religion.

Your hands immediately found his hair again, tangled deep at the roots, and you leaned over him, chest pressed to his, lips brushing, your hips starting to move with aching slowness.

“Mmm,” You sighed, the drag of him inside you hitting just right. “This what you wanted?”

Yunho groaned, his fingers tightening on your waist. “You have no idea.”

You rode him slow, deep, grinding instead of bouncing, moaning into his mouth each time he twitched inside you. His hands slid up your back, fingertips pressing into your skin like he couldn’t decide whether to guide you or just feel you.

And then you tugged his hair.

Hard.

His back arched, a strangled sound torn from his throat.

Eyes wide. Lips parted.

“Oh fuck… do that again,”He gasped.

Your grin was wicked, and you did. Both hands wrapped tight in his hair now, pulling it back so you could look into his eyes while you rode him. You were glowing, hips moving slow and controlled, dragging your walls around him with every grind.

Yunho was losing his mind.

“You…. like that?” You asked between breaths, teasing but curious.

His only response was to sit up suddenly, arms locking around your back and slamming into you from underneath.

You screamed, falling forward into his chest as he thrust up into you hard, fast, deep, every pump stealing the air from your lungs, sending stars dancing behind your eyes.

“Like it?” He growled in your ear, rutting up into you, your moans echoing in the room. “I love it. You pulling my hair, baby… fuck…. it’s driving me insane.”

You whimpered, voice cracking, legs barely able to keep holding yourself up.

And then it hit again.

Your body seized, your mouth fell open in a silent scream, and you clung to him, fists locked in his hair, whole body shuddering as the last orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, raw and overwhelming.

“Ohmygod…. Yunho… fuck, I can’t…!”

“Come on me, baby,” He groaned, hips stuttering. “That’s it…. just like that…fuck… fuck!”

His climax hit just as yours was fading, a strangled moan ripped from his throat as he buried himself deep, spilling into you, his entire body shaking as he held you tight.

The world stopped.

All that remained was the sound of your ragged breathing, tangled limbs, and the frantic rhythm of your hearts.

You collapsed onto his chest, completely spent, your hands still tangled in his damp hair like you couldn’t bear to let go. His arms circled your waist, holding you gently, protectively, his fingers stroking slow lines up and down your spine.

Neither of you said anything for a long, perfect moment.

Then Yunho let out a breathless, half laugh, still buried inside you.

“I’m never cutting my hair again.”

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