#hey chat... did I cook?

[todayisafridaynight]

Who is the lamest rgg character. like the most complete and utter loser to end all losers

fuck man thats a tough gauntlet theres a lot of losers in this mess

[e-adlirez]

OKAY SO I DID ASK MY PASTOR ABOUT IT AND HE DID GIVE AN ANSWER :DDD

So Mary would've known that her son would become the Messiah, but she wouldn't have known the how of the Messiah's prophesied salvation. See, at the time the Israelites would've known about the Messiah prophecy and that one day He will come down and free Israel of its oppressors and bring them into a golden age-- if anything, they were praying and banking on the possibility that it'll happen soon because they didn't like their arrangement with the Romans, being taxed stifling amounts and dealing with the government corruption and all.

Sooooo the reason why everyone portrays the Nativity as a happy, triumphant event... because no one at the time knew the how of Jesus performing his role as the Messiah. Everyone was expecting a mighty figure leading the people to storm the gates and cast out the Romans, and when Jesus began His ministry at the age of 30, everyone got their hopes up with Him. He had very based takes that most people agreed with, He performed miracles, He was overall very chill and gave a lot of people the comfort and healing they needed, and His name meant "Savior"! Ain't no way this isn't the Messiah! Jesus of Nazareth, the King of Jews!

And then He died about three years into His ministry, accused, condemned and executed for blasphemy.

Yes it all went according to plan, but no one knew that. No one could've foreseen that Jesus was born to live to die, even with a wise man offering Jesus myrrh (which yes is enbalming fluid but is also an acceptable bougie af gift to give at the time) and Simeon's prophecy, which is the vaguest prophecy ever written on paper ("[Jesus] is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul, too." - Luke 2:34-35).

Until Jesus was apprehended at Gethsemane, no one had for a moment thought that their King, their Savior would be put to death before any front could be made behind him. Which I would argue is even angstier :]c A person a good half of the population loved and thought would free them of their oppression, only for that person to be convicted and put to death. And unlike the disciples, who scattered and hid from the Roman guards throughout Jesus' trial, Mary, Mother of Jesus, stayed and watched a few paces away from the cross. Her beloved son, dying in pain, mocked by the Jews, slandered by the Romans, jeered by the criminals on either side of him. The Man who was destined to save Israel.

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Mini-Charles | CL16

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: He’s used to fans, but something about this tiny one in Suzuka hits different, and Charles can’t stop smiling. Mini-Charles 2026 pretty-please? you'd make such an amazing maman mon amour-

A/N: Chat I fear I cooked with this one. Mini-Charles literally made my ovaries almost burst, so I present thee with this little blurb.

CHARLES LECLERC MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

One of the best parts about the Japanese Grand Prix was always the fan stage. Rain or shine, Suzuka fans showed up in full force, enthusiastic, respectful, and often wildly creative. Charles had seen all kinds of things over the years—handmade banners, fans in full Ferrari suits, even one guy who brought a cardboard cutout of him as a saint to every single event. But this time, something, or rather someone, really stole the show.

It started when Charles was doing the fan Q&A alongside Lewis. He was mid-sentence, answering one fan’s question, when he noticed a flash of red near the front row. Not the usual Ferrari cap or flag, but something... smaller.

A child, maybe five or six years old, standing perfectly still with his hands on his hips in what could only be described as an exact replica of Charles’ fireproofs. Down to the logos. Even the custom detailing on the sleeves. He was wearing a mini version of Charles’ helmet too—full visor, the matte red and white colors perfectly matched. And the stance. God, he was standing exactly like Charles does when he’s focused in the garage.

Next to him were two girls around the same age. One was decked out in Max’s navy fireproofs and helmet, and the other had gone all out in papaya orange, even painting freckles on her cheeks like Lando. But it was the little Charles clone that made him pause mid-answer.

He leaned slightly toward Lewis, nodding subtly toward the kid.

"You seeing this?"

Lewis squinted. Then grinned. "Mini-you? Yeah. That kid's got your whole aura going on."

Charles laughed softly, eyes still glued to the boy. "He stands like me. That's terrifying."

"He's probably got the hand gestures down too."

Charles kept glancing at him throughout the session. Every time he looked, mini-Charles was looking back up at him, visor slightly tilted, tiny hands on his hips like he was part of the team.

It didn’t take long before a Ferrari PR staffer approached the boy’s guardian and arranged for them to come into the garage. Word traveled fast, and before Charles had even finished his media rounds, he heard, "Little Leclerc's in the garage!"

The name stuck immediately.

She found Charles in the Ferrari hospitality area a few minutes later, practically bouncing as he pulled her by the hand.

"You need to come see this kid. I swear to God, it’s like someone shrunk me."

She raised an eyebrow. "They cloned you in Japan?"

“I just wanna see him up close,” he said, glancing back at her with the giddiest grin. “He had the little visor, chérie. The visor! And the gloves. Like mine! And he even did the pose. Did you see that?”

She laughed. “Yeah, I saw. You’ve been smiling like an idiot ever since.”

He didn’t even deny it. “I love him. He’s my favorite person here.”

By the time they reached the garage, mini-Charles was standing between two engineers, who were enthusiastically showing him how the pit boards worked. His fireproofs were real. High-quality replicas down to the seams, probably custom-made. Even his boots had the little CL16 logo printed on them. He was soaking it all in with this quiet, intense focus that looked way too familiar.

Charles crouched down and called softly, "Hey, champion."

The boy turned instantly, visor flipped up to reveal a round face and wide brown eyes. He didn’t speak—just lit up with a shy grin and ran the last few steps into Charles’ waiting arms.

Charles caught him effortlessly and stood, the kid now perched on his hip like it was the most natural thing in the world. His tiny gloves clutched the front of Charles’ polo, and the smile Charles gave him was soft, full of awe.

"You see this?" he asked her quietly. "I mean, come on. Look at the gloves. The detail. He’s even got the sponsor patches."

She stepped closer, smiling as she took in the sight of the boy.

"He’s better dressed than you."

Charles crouched beside him. “Tu es magnifique. You look better in my suit than I do.”

The boy just stared up at him in awe. “You’re my favorite driver.”

Charles clutched his chest, looking like he was about to melt into a puddle any second. “Mon coeur. I’m done for. You are adorable.”

They took photos—a lot of them. With the engineers, the mechanics, even Fred Vasseur came over to see what all the fuss was about and ended up holding the boy for a photo. The engineers joined in. The boy was passed around the garage like a VIP guest, posing with everyone, giving high-fives, and pretending to check tire pressures with an air of serious professionalism.

She stood nearby, arms crossed loosely, watching Charles with a fond smile that she didn’t even try to hide. He was fully enchanted. There was a softness in the way he bent to talk to the boy, the way he smoothed the kid’s hair when it stuck out from the helmet. She hadn’t seen that side of him in a while—not since their last trip to her home when he spent a whole afternoon playing pretend race car with her nephew in the living room.

Then Charles was waving her over, grinning. “Come on, chérie. You have to be in the photo too.”

“I’m not in uniform,” she said, gesturing to herself.

“But you’re part of the team,” he insisted. “We need a proper photo. Mini-Leclerc needs his whole crew.”

The three of them posed together—Charles, her, and the tiny version of him in the middle, clutching the helmet proudly.

"Smile!" someone called. "We need a nice family photo of the Leclercs!"

She froze slightly at the comment, but Charles just grinned, looking between her and the boy with a soft, far-off, dreamy expression. He didn’t correct them. Didn’t even blink.

After the photos, someone jokingly put mini-Charles on the scale, and the number made Charles nearly choke.

"Sixteen point sixteen kilos? Are you kidding me? That’s... that’s my number! Twice!"

He was laughing, absolutely delighted, holding the boy’s hand as the mechanics lost it behind him.

Later that night, back in the hotel, he was still grinning.

"Did you see how he stood by the car? Like he was about to jump in and drive it. I swear, it was like watching a tiny version of myself."

She sat on the bed, watching as he opened his phone and showed her photos from earlier. "Look at this one. Look how he’s holding my visor like it’s sacred. This kid gets it."

"You were smitten."

"Can you blame me? I mean... that could be our actual little Leclerc one day."

She looked up slowly. "Oh, we’ve moved on from 'mini-me' to actual mini Leclerc now?"

He leaned into her side with a sigh. “He was perfect. Did you see how serious he looked when I let him sit in the simulator? Like a little pro.”

She smiled. “You’re obsessed.”

“I am,” he admitted easily. “I want one.”

She blinked. “A simulator?”

“A Mini-Me. Like… a real one. Ours.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You want a kid now?”

He nodded slowly. “I didn’t, like, wake up thinking that. But then I saw him, and—mon dieu—he looked exactly like me. It was so weird. And he had the little gloves and the fireproofs. I swear, he had the same little fold in the elbow. I didn’t know kids could look that cool.”

She laughed. “Charles.”

“I’m serious,” he said. “I already found a onesie online. Look.”

He pulled up his phone and showed her a Ferrari red baby onesie with a tiny number 16 on the back.

“Stop.”

“There’s a mini balaclava too,” he said, completely ignoring her tone. “And look—this one has a hood shaped like a helmet. Isn’t that cute? I mean, come on. This baby looks ready for a race.”

“Charles. You're literally in the middle of a championship fight. You don’t sleep enough as it is. Not to mention you travel all year. When would you even see this baby?”

“‘I’d make time obviously.”

“And babies cry. And don’t sleep. And poop. A lot.”

“I can handle poop.”

She stared. “That’s your strongest argument?”

“No, my strongest argument is that I would make an amazing dad,” he said proudly. “I would be so fun. Like, I’d teach them how to race little go-karts and read them bedtime stories in three languages. And make the best sandwiches for school lunches. And if they wanted to wear their race suit to preschool, I’d let them.”

She bit her lip to hold back a laugh. “Max is having a baby,” he added after a pause.

“Oh no. You’re not doing this.”

“Why not? I’m just saying. Max is having a baby.”

“And?”

“So why can’t we?”

“Charles, this isn’t a competition.”

He pouted. “It’s not not a competition.”

“Unbelievable.”

He sighed and slumped against her, his fingers drawing aimless shapes on her arm. “You’d be such a good maman. You’re warm and patient and you already take care of me and Leo. It’d be easy.”

“Charles Leo is a dog. You’re talking about an actual real life baby here!”

“I’m not saying now now,” he said quickly. “Just… soonish. Ish. I’m just planting the idea. Watering the seed. Like a gardener.”

She rolled her eyes. “Can the gardener sleep now?”

He grinned. “Can I fall asleep while showing you just one more video? It’s this baby in a chef outfit trying to flip pancakes and he throws them on the dog.”

She groaned. “Bed. Now. It’s not the right time for this conversation.”

He followed her into bed, still murmuring about Mini-Charles and tiny helmets and kids in the paddock.

As she lay down, he slid in beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "What if I just... keep showing you baby videos until it becomes the right time?"

"That’s not how this works."

"I found one earlier of a baby eating spaghetti for the first time and just losing it. It reminded me of you."

"Charles No."

"Or the one with the baby who keeps saying 'no' to everything? That one’s also very familiar."

"Go to sleep."

“I’d call him Jules,” he whispered against her neck. “If it’s a boy.”

“Go to sleep, Charles.”

He pouted into her shoulder. “Fine. But at least think about it. Just saying, Little Leclerc has a nice ring to it."

She turned off the bedside lamp and rolled back towards him, burying her face in his chest. "Sleep now. Babies later."

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and sighed.

"Fine. But just you wait. One day, I’m putting that onesie in my shopping cart."

And she couldn’t help but smile.

Because if today had shown her anything, it was that Charles Leclerc would make a very cute dad. Just... maybe not this season.

“Bonne nuit, future maman.”

“Stop!”

He grinned against her shoulder and didn’t say another word. But she could feel the way his fingers gently traced circles over her stomach, and she didn’t stop him.

Maybe one day. Just not today.

[blue-jisungs]

[ 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ] kiss attack

# author’s note … i dunno pookies just a random thought inspired by the first pic ^^

# summary … surprising them with kisses OR pepper kisssonf their faces (out of the blue, mostly hehe)

# warnings ... some members might be suggestive if u squint, some r longer than others, not proofread (bare w me bc i wrote this in a car during multiple ocasions in my notes app w/o autocorrect so ! :D i know u love me guys heheheh)

┆彡 SEUNGCHEOL [ 승철 ]

coming home late from yet another photo shoot, cheol desired nothing more than a warm bed and falling asleep with you in his arms. he tries to be as quiet as possible when entering your shared home, aware that you’re probably asleep. and his leader instincts are correct, the place drowning in midnight darkness. taking his shoes off, slipping into fresh pajamas, slowly but surely dipping into the mattress… and home, he’s finally home. your sleeping silhouette is drawn next to him, only slightly lit up by the moonlight peeking through the window. just when he sneaks his arms around you and closes his eyes, ready to drift asleep, your body moves suddenly and there’s a quick but deep peck landing on his lips. then, as if nothing happened, you roll on the other side and curl into him. seungcheol feels his heart grow and fill with warmth as he falls asleep with a smile blooming on his lips and pink dusted on his cheeks.

┆彡 WONWOO [ 원우 ]

"hey, wonu?" you ask and peek your head through the door, only to notice him being busy with a video game.

"give me a sec!" your boyfriend hums and the only thing you can see are the flashing lights and images on his screen "is it important?"

"no, not really" you answer and walk up to him, noticing that he has one of his headphones off his ear to hear you. a habit he developed ever since you moved in "i mean, depends how you look at it"

wonwoo turns around to check up on you and then you attack. cupping his face quickly and planting a sweet kiss on his plush lips.

"bye!" you giggle and run away, leaving him frozen in place. he’s too stunned to speak and too flustered to move, heart beating like crazy and stomach filling with butterflies.

"hey, dude, come on! we’re losing because of you!" someone whines in the voice chat and wonwoo takes a glance at the door, where you were moments ago. with a whipped grin plastered on his lips he shakes his head and returns to the pleasantly interrupted game.

┆彡 MINGYU [ 민규 ]

mingyu was cooking dinner peacefully, focused on his task. mingyu’s engagement in the kitchen was no joke, multitasking and executing the recipe on spot. which is why he didn’t hear nor see you entering his work space. better yet, he didn’t acknowledge your waltzing in and wrapping your hands around his waist. only when you gave him it a little squeeze. your man turned around, shocked pout on his face. to be fair, you didn’t want to disturb him. but pouty mingyu was just too adorable not to kiss - so you did, gently but quickly; his lips tasting like the vegetables he was cooking (and snacking on).

"what was that for…?" he hummed and wanted to kiss you properly but you leaned away, resting your cheek against his broad shoulders.

"nothing" you mumbled incoherently and he came back to cooking, not noticing he just added too much salt.

┆彡 VERNON [ 버논 ]

you would think vernon is asleep at the first glance. laying in bed, one hand on his stomach and the other under his head. his eyes were closed and face was resting, chest rising up and down slowly. but occasionally he’d reach and scratch his nose. he was listening to a podcast with his headphones in. and something just possessed you, it was like you had to cover his cute face with kisses or you’d - not to be dramatic - explode. you climbed on top of him, cupping his face slowly. vernon didn’t even budge. then you started gently pepper-kissing his face, planting kisses on the most random places. your plush lips tickled him a bit but he didn’t really mind; just when you were done but still holding his face, he peeked an eye open.

"everything okay?" vernon asked. you just nodded and placed one more kiss on top of his nose, then left to continue with your day.

┆彡 SOONYOUNG [ 순영 ]

"yah, kwon soonyoung!" your yell echoed through the practice room, causing all the members to halt. the said criminal turned with his eyes widened in pure terror. his mind raced with thoughts: did he forget something? did he do something? or didn’t do? recalling events from this morning, he failed to notice when you stormed right at him.

"i’m sorry i’m sorry im sorry–" he started whining, eyes scanning your face in search of bad signs but he saw a flash of mischievous smirk on your lips.

"you forgot this" you hummed and pecked his lips quickly with a loud 'mwah!' and ran away, giggling.

"that woman is crazy. she’s making me crazy. actually, we’re both maniacs" soonyoung murmured, touching his lips. his friends shared a laugh, looking at his whipped state.

┆彡 JUNHUI [ 文俊辉 ]

"hey, sleepyhead, wake up!" you whine as you tug jun’s shirt for the millionth time in the span of three minutes. your boyfriend decided to take a nap before you leave to the planned date but apparently he wasn’t keen on waking up. "jun!"

he mumbles something you can’t quite decipher and turns to his back, soft snores escaping his parted lips.

"fine" you sigh and straddle him, pepper-kissing his face. with each kiss landing on his features, you feel his smile grow. once you brush just against the corner of his lips, his smile is way too wide to pretend he’s still sleeping.

"you did that on purp–" you start but aren’t meant to finish because junhui’s large hands grab your face and pull you in a real, deep and passionate kiss.

well, you take that as a yes.

┆彡 MINGHAO [ 徐明浩 ]

whenever minghao was meditating, you avoided to disturb him. not to lose balance and be able to focus… you closed the door and waited until he was done. but today you just couldn’t bare a second without him, your heart longing to be in his presence (even though you live together). hao had his eyes closed, focused on his breathing. but he did hear the soft click of door opening and then the sound of your food paddling against the floor. you tried to keep your volume down, certain that he did not hear you. before he could expose you, there was a series of kisses attacking his face. the feeling of your lips against his skin was pleasant but made him lose focus completely. before he could realize, you were already running off, giggling. minghao opened his eyes and looked around, shocked, and with the tips of his ears painted with red shade.

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

chan was sitting on the sofa, brows slightly furrowed and concentration all over his face. his slim fingers were typing at the speed of light, discussing something with his members. normally you’d think it’s something important but to be honest, you knew them too well. they were simply arguing what to eat for lunch tomorrow.

you were watching him, smiling subconsciously; he still made your stomach swirl with butterflies as if you were a teenage girl with her doorway crush.

and the feeling was just too strong to resist, you just had to kiss him.

so you got up and stood in front of him, not aware of your presence yet.

with a quick lean, you pressed a tender, loving kiss onto his plush lips. chan froze, fingers halting mid-air. he kissed you back and leaned away with a puzzled look.

"what was that for…?" he whispered, blinking slowly.

"nothing. you’re just cute" you answered with a shrug and sat down next to him, opening instagram. chan, a little flustered, reassumed the lunch dispute

┆彡 JEONGHAN [ 정한 ]

"you’re cheating!" jeonghan whines, a pout forming on his lips. you sigh, shaking your head with the cards in your hands.

"just because my cards are good doesn’t mean i’m chaeating… unlike you, sneaky fox" you snickered and put another card on top of his. maybe you should’ve known that playing uno with him won’t end well but in the end, jeonghan is passionate about winning in every game.

"that’s literally not possible, how come you have three cards left and i have like… thirteen?!" jeonghan puffs his cheeks and places a green one card "i hate this–"

you lean over the stack of cards and shut him up with a slightly aggressive kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip with a smug smirk.

you can hear him sigh softly and kiss you back. before he can realize, you put down your three colored ones and lean away, patting your things.

"uno… and, well, also no uno since i won" you smirked and jeonghan was left speechless, mouth open wide. whether you cheated or not during the game, it was an impressive win.

"no… but… that’s, that’s– that was cheating!" he whines again but this time only to make you laugh again.

┆彡 JOSHUA [ 조슈아 ]

joshua was still half asleep when he was brushing his teeth, his hair sticking in every direction possible and eyes half closed… struggling to keep his head stable.

you just looked at him through the mirror, smiling at your boyfriend’s drowsy state.

"do we have to get up so early…" he mumbled, barely audible due to the foam in his mouth.

"you booked the flight so early, not me" you chuckled and finished applying cream onto your face. you had to leave soon if you wanted to be at the airport early.

joshua answered something incoherent and spat out the toothpaste, washing his mouth with water.

he blinked slowly and caught your gaze in the mirror.

you just smiled and turned around, cupping his face. then you started peppering his face with gentle kisses everywhere: cheeks, forehead, nose, eyelids. and finally, his peppermint tasting lips.

"awake yet, sleepyhead?" you titled your head with a gentle smile and joshua nodded, a lazy smirk on his lips "good. i’ll make us breakfast then"

and when you left the bathroom, he realized he’d really feeling more awake.

┆彡 JIHOON [ 지훈 ]

jihoon had his headphones on so he wasn’t able to hear you but he did certainly see you. a small smile painted on his lips as he was observing you pacing around the gym. while he was busy curling his arms, you were bored out of your mind and there was nothing to aggravate your boredom. it’s not like you didn’t like accompanying him to the gym and watching him work out; no, quite the contrary. it’s just that he was in his space and there was nothing interesting to do besides watching him. you peeked at him in the mirror and caught his eye on you. then, your gaze slid to his arms.

"hey, my eyes are up here"

your gaze snapped back to him and his cocky smile. heat rose to your cheeks upon being caught. you had to shut him up.

"i know you’re bored but–" jihoon started, probably to tease you, but was interrupted by your lips meeting his. he almost dropped the dumbbell he was holding but came back to reality once he couldn’t feel the plush of your lips no longer. "what was that…?"

"go back to working out, smartass" you snickered and watched him be the flustered one now.

┆彡 SEOKMIN [ 석민 ]

"and then chan came out, fully dressed as pi cheolin! i swear, the sound of carats’ laughter made my day" dokyeom rambled. even though your back was facing him, you could still feel the gentle shake of the mattress due to his dynamic gesturing

"and i couldn’t help but laugh too! our chan is just so talented, maybe he should start an acting career! because i swear, it’s like… chan is gone and pi ch–"

as much as you loved dokyeom’s voice, whether talking, singing or laughing, you just wanted to doze off after an exhausting day. but he just wouldn’t stop talking.

"–possessed him! i swear i think my ribs got fractured after laughing so hard, he was just so into it–"

seokmin suddenly felt your lips crushing on his. the taste of your toothpaste exploded on his tongue, freezing on spot due to the passion of your kiss. it felt like eternity but in a good way; he kissed you back until he couldn’t breathe anymore. you noticed that and pulled away, this time facing him and burying your face into his side.

"i love you, kyeom, but for the love of mine please go to sleep" you murmured softly and he fell silent. not only because you told him to, also because his huge grin prevented him from further talking.

┆彡 SEUNGKWAN [ 승관 ]

"what a beautiful view…" seungkwan let out a deep sigh, looking amazed at the panoramic in front of him. you were holding his hand and admiring it too.

it was a random tuesday afternoon and you decided to go on a hike on a nearby hill. and even though it was exhausting, it was worth it. pallets of greens and yellows sprung in front of your eyes, blurring with the cloudless, blue sky.

"this one is more beautiful tho" you hummed suddenly. seungkwan turned around to see what did you mean but you just pecked his lips and squeezed his hand with a cheeky smile.

"that was so cheesy…" he rolled his eyes and while you turned again to adore the nature, his eyes stayed glued to your face with amused smile.

masterlist <3

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[cutielando]

family anew | lando norris

synopsis: in which you're not used to having a happy family, but Lando changes that for you

a/n: based on this request!

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

my masterlist

You had never really been one for family gatherings. Not because you didn’t like them, but because, well, you didn’t have the kind that people looked forward to.

Your relationship with your own family had been distant for as long as you could remember. Calls went unanswered, messages ignored, and when you did see them, the conversations were clipped and awkward, as if you were more of a familiar acquaintance than blood.

So when Lando invited you to meet his family, you hesitated.

“They really want to meet you,” he had said, excitement shining in his blue eyes.

He was lying next to you on the couch, fingers lazily playing with yours. “Mum’s already planning what to cook, and I’m pretty sure my sisters are going to bombard you with questions.”

You forced a smile, nodding, but your stomach twisted with unease. Meeting his family meant stepping into something unfamiliar—warmth, closeness, genuine care. It wasn’t something you were used to.

Lando seemed to notice your hesitation because his grip on your hand tightened.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice softer now. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you admitted, looking down. “I just… I don’t know if I’ll fit in.”

Lando’s brows furrowed in concern.

“What do you mean?”

You hesitated before saying,

“I’m just not used to that kind of family dynamic. My family isn’t exactly close.”

His expression softened even more.

“Then let mine be your family too.”

♡♡♡♡♡

Lando’s childhood home was nothing short of stunning, but it wasn’t the size or the decor that caught your attention—it was the warmth. The second you stepped inside, you were enveloped in it, an energy so foreign yet comforting that it nearly took your breath away.

His mother, Cisca, was the first to greet you, pulling you into a hug before you could even process it.

“It’s so lovely to finally meet you!” she exclaimed, squeezing you tightly. “Lando never stops talking about you.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you laughed softly, casting a glance at Lando, who merely grinned.

“It’s really nice to meet you too.”

His sisters, Flo and Cisca, were next, their enthusiasm making your nerves both spike and settle at the same time.

“So you’re the one stealing all of Lando’s attention,” Flo teased, elbowing him.

Cisca grinned. “Finally! Someone to keep him in check.”

Lando rolled his eyes, muttering, “Oh God, here we go.”

You expected to feel out of place. Instead, you found yourself laughing, being pulled into conversations, and feeling something you couldn’t quite name.

Belonging.

♡♡♡♡♡

Dinner was a lively affair. The table was filled with home-cooked food, and the conversation flowed with ease. Lando’s family wasn’t just close—they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. They told stories, teased one another, and included you in every bit of it.

“Lando was the clumsiest kid,” his mother was saying, eyes alight with amusement. “I swear, he ran into walls more times than I can count.”

“Mum,” Lando groaned, covering his face as his sisters burst into laughter.

Cisca grinned.

“Oh, don’t act embarrassed. You haven’t changed that much.”

You giggled, nudging him.

“That explains a lot, actually.”

Lando shot you a betrayed look, but you could see the happiness in his eyes. He wanted you to be part of this.

You wanted that too.

After dinner, you helped clear the table despite Cisca’s protests that you were a guest. Lando watched you from the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips as you chatted with his sisters while washing dishes.

“You fit right in,” he whispered later when he pulled you aside.

You wanted to believe that.

♡♡♡♡♡

Later that night, you found yourself in the living room, sitting beside Lando’s mother while she flipped through old photo albums. The stories she told filled in gaps you hadn’t realized existed, painting a picture of a childhood so vastly different from your own.

There were birthday parties filled with laughter, summer vacations spent together, Christmas mornings where the entire family piled onto the couch in matching pajamas.

Your fingers grazed a photo of Lando as a child, grinning wildly with a missing front tooth. He looked so happy.

“You didn’t grow up like this, did you?” Cisca asked gently, as if she already knew the answer.

You swallowed. “No.”

She reached over, squeezing your hand.

“Families aren’t just the ones we’re born into. Sometimes, we find them in places we least expect.”

Your eyes stung. No one had ever told you that before.

♡♡♡♡♡

It wasn’t until later that night that Lando found you outside on the patio, staring up at the sky, deep in thought. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Alright, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You sighed, leaning into his warmth.

“I just… It’s so different from what I’m used to. Your family, they love each other so much. It’s… It’s amazing.”

He turned you around gently so you were facing him.

“And that’s a good thing, right?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, voice quiet. “It’s just hard to accept that kind of love when you’ve never had it.”

Lando cupped your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.

“You deserve it. Every bit of it.”

Your throat tightened. “But what if I don’t fit in?”

He shook his head. “You already do. My mum loves you, my sisters adore you, and I—” He hesitated for a moment before smiling softly. “I love you.”

Your heart stilled. “You do?”

“I do.” His voice was steady, sure. “And love isn’t something you have to earn, alright? It’s given. Freely. You don’t have to be used to it—you just have to let yourself feel it.”

Tears burned the back of your eyes, but for the first time in a long time, they weren’t from sadness. They were from something lighter, something warmer.

Maybe love wasn’t something you had to be afraid of.

Maybe, just maybe, home wasn’t a place.

Maybe home was a person.

And maybe, just maybe, your home had curly hair, blue eyes, and a heart big enough to hold all the love you had been missing.

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the green monster (Straw Hats + Ace, Law, Kaku)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader

summary - it's really just Sanji causing all the chaos (someone please stop him) except in his case it will be Ace

warnings - mentions of violence in Kaku's

ZORO

On a normal day, the swordsman can't stand the cook. Just looking in his direction is enough for his mood to turn sour, especially if he has that stupid little smirk on his face. And that weird curly eyebrow...don't even get him started on that.

But now here he is, cracking an eye open when he hears the cook's annoyingly shrill voice ring out, calling out the names of all their lady crewmembers. When he gets to your name, Zoro sits up, visibly annoyed.

"(Name)!" He cooes, "You look so pretty today! Is that a new top?"

Zoro's eye twitches. He is half ready to pull out one sword and do what he's been aching to do since Sanji had joined - slice the damn cook into ribbons.

But then you tilt your head back and smile up at the cook, "Thank you, Sanji. And yes, it is!"

It was a harmless response, really. But in Zoro's head, it was just a reminder that he hadn't noticed your new clothing. And it was enough to ruin his mood, irritate him, and make him feel guilty all at once. That combination usually resulted in unexplained anger from the swordsman.

"Will you just shut up already?" He snarled at the cook, "You're so damn irritating all the time, commenting on their clothes!"

You, taken aback by his sudden outburst, stood up and put yourself between the two before the cook could retaliate. You put a hand on your boyfriend's chest, meeting his gaze, silently telling him to calm down.

"What's wrong, then?" You asked when you're both finally alone.

"Nothing," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. His refusal to meet your eyes was his most obvious tell, if not his entire posture.

You sighed, "Why don't you just ignore him?"

Zoro mentally groaned at how well you knew him, being able to tell what was wrong without needing a verbal response from him. He shifted uncomfortably, his expression changing into something you rarely saw from him - vulnerability.

"I didn't notice your top," his voice, usually gruff and loud, came out small and unusually soft. "So when he did, I got annoyed."

Your expression softened, "I'm going to be honest with you, even I forgot I bought this recently. I only realised when he said it. So it really doesn't matter to me."

"Dumbass," he grumbled, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed, relieved that he was feeling better.

ACE

Ace wanted to see his brother. So the two of you were in Alabasta, looking for a boy with a straw hat, your boyfriend shoving Luffy's bounty poster in almost everyone's faces. You eventually found the Straw Hat crew, but amidst the joy of being reunited with his brother, Ace felt a gnawing irritation with the blonde crewmember.

You thought it was harmless, chatting with the chef animatedly, but you did not see what your boyfriend was seeing - the little flirtatious smiles and subtle flirty comments. Ace could barely concentrate on what Luffy was saying, his eyes narrowed at you and Sanji.

"Who's that?" The raven-haired commander asked his brother, without taking his eyes off Sanji.

"Oh! That's my cook, Sanji!" Luffy beamed, unaware that his brother was trying to kill the chef with his glare alone. "The one I told you about earlier."

"Mhm." Ace stood up and walked over to you and Sanji, and nearby the swordsman sat up just slightly. "Hey sweetheart," Ace spun you around, his strong hands gripping your waist as he pulled you in for a kiss.

When he pulled away, your knees were trembling, you were breathless, and your eyes were wide. Ace chuckled, pressing a sweeter kiss to your cheek before smacking your ass and walking away.

That menace.

When you turned back to Sanji, his face was beet-red and he mumbled something in embarrassment before politely excusing himself - returning to flirting with Nami, and avoiding you at all costs.

You approached Ace, eyebrow raised, "Never thought I'd see the day where THE Fire Fist Ace feels threatened. Especially by a guy with a weird eyebrow," nearby, Zoro chuckled.

"I wasn't jealous," he grinned, "Just figured he needed to be reminded that you are happily taken."

"So you were jealous."

"No! He needs to know you're mine!"

"So what I'm hearing is...you were jealous?"

While you laughed, he shut you up with another kiss.

LAW

Law doesn't get jealous. At least, he doesn't rationalise his feelings as jealousy. You're pretty sure he doesn't even believe that's a real emotion. Of course, that may be because he's never had a reason to feel it before, because no one had ever dared flirt with you before.

Until you meet the Straw Hats.

Not only is Law profoundly annoyed by their captain, but their chef soon starts to inspire some ugly, new and confusing feelings within the surgeon.

You're just discussing baking - a hobby that seemed to only increase the cook's interest in you. You don't see anything wrong, but from the outside it becomes clear that Sanji is flirting. The light touches, the subtle comments, the little smiles...it's enough for Law to wind up gritting his teeth, some very dark thoughts entering his mind. He's not listening to Luffy - he's fixed his intense gaze on the blonde cook.

You glance at him and have to do a double take. You've seen that look before, and it usually results in...extreme consequences. You have to excuse yourself to rush over as you see him lifting his hands - a telltale sign he was going to room, shambles the chef - probably in the ocean.

"Law!" You quickly grab his arm, stopping him. "What are you doing?"

"What needs to be done," was his psychotic-sounding response.

"You are actually insane," you blocked his view of the chef, "You can't do that!"

His intense gaze turned on, a frown on his lips, "He's an idiot."

You sighed, "Yes he is, but you can't just toss him into the ocean!"

"Why not? He clearly has no respect for our relationship."

You opened your mouth to speak, then closed it again, before laughing.

"What?" He snapped, unamused.

"You're jealous!" You exclaimed, "Finally, a first!"

He just rolled his eyes and room, shambled you back onto the Polar Tang.

SANJI

Usually, you are the jealous, infuriated one. So for once, it was just slightly satisfying for him to finally feel the way you did every time he greeted a woman a little too familiarly or lingered on them a little too long.

Luffy's brother had found your crew in Alabasta, and had ultimately joined you for a little bit of the ride. On the Going Merry, he chatted to everyone in a friendly manner, but something about the way Ace spoke to you specifically set off alarm bells in Sanji's head.

It was harmless, in reality. Ace was a funny guy, and you were merely laughing at one of his stories. Sanji was making a meal, his frown deepening as he heard your laughter.

"Luffy, you didn't tell us your brother was so funny!"

That was it for the chef. He rushed outside, falling to his knees in front of you. Everyone stared, but he didn't care as he clasped his hands together in a begging motion, his eyes brimming with tears.

"My sweet, sweet (Name), please don't leave me for him!" Tears streamed down his face comically, and you raised an eyebrow as the others tried their hardest not to laugh.

"Why exactly do you think I would do that, Sanji?"

His expression became a mix of panic and confusion, "But you said Ace was funny, and you were laughing at his jokes!"

You face-palmed, an amused smile on your face, "Because he is funny, but that doesn't mean I'm leaving you for him! I'm yours, my idiot chef, and that's not going to change."

Immediately his mood switched - a smile brighter than the sun itself formed on his lips and he scooped you up into a bone-crushing hug.

"But, I'm just saying, that's how I feel when you flirt with other women."

He froze.

"Then I'm never doing it again! I'm so sorry, my love."

He, of course, did it again.

KAKU

Once again, Kaku is by no means an insecure man. He doesn't have much to be jealous about - other than everyone else having normal-sized noses, which you've reassured him you absolutely do not care about.

Then the Straw Hat crew finds their way to Water 7, and flip everything upside-down.

But initially, it wasn't the Straw Hats as a whole that made Kaku feel threatened. It was one specific, incredibly annoying individual that was making Kaku's blood pump a little harder than normal.

The blonde chef.

His flirting with Khalifa wasn't the issue. He could continue doing that. But when he turned his attention to you...it was the first time in a long while that Kaku experienced jealousy and insecurity.

You, on the other hand, could not believe the audacity. Here you were, repeatedly hitting him in the face, and he was still telling you that you were the prettiest woman he'd ever seen.

You were about to tell him to shut up when a sword stopped you from landing another punch. You looked up quizzically, questioning your boyfriend with your eyes.

"Leave him to me," he told you, his eyes glinting dangerously.

You shrugged it off, but when you engaged one of their other crewmates you realised - he was jealous.

"Cute!" You called out to him.

"I don't know what you mean," he smiled coyly.

You blew him a kiss, right before everything went wrong.

LUFFY

Luffy does not process negative emotions well. Sometimes, not even at all. Jealousy is a foreign concept to him, because he's always been happy with the people he surrounds himself with, and he's never had a reason to feel jealous.

That is, until you reach the Baratie and you meet a certain waiter/chef/whatever he called himself, there.

It started with Nami. You were all casually seated at your table, minding your own business, when Sanji sauntered up and started taking orders. Only to get sidetracked by complimenting you and Nami, smiling at you both flirtatiously while ignoring the boys.

"Hello?" Luffy tried to get his attention, annoyed but because he couldn't order his food. "We are trying to order food!"

When Sanji ignored him, Usopp leaned in and told the oblivious captain what the waiter/chef/whatever was trying to do. When Luffy looked confused, all Usopp had to say was "trying to steal (Name)" and the Straw Hat leader jumped up on the table - right between you and Sanji, effectively blocking you from the cook's view.

"Can I order now?" He whined, "Once I eat enough, I can beat you up for trying to steal (Name) from me."

Sanji's eyes widened, not expecting that, but he promptly backed off - only to continue flirting with Nami, who mumbled something about wishing she had a crazy boyfriend who would threaten to beat up everyone who flirted with her.

You giggled when Luffy locked you in a tight embrace, nuzzling his face against your neck, "Mine. My treasure."

A blush crossed your cheeks as you smiled, "All yours, Luffy."

USOPP

Usopp knows what jealousy is, and has probably felt it the most. He spent most of his life in Syrup Village watching Kaya take an interest in other guys, while he pined for her in the shadows.

Until he met you.

Then he thought he was okay. You agreed to be his girlfriend, he had you, nothing could go wrong...right? He didn't have to worry. He didn't have to be jealous anymore. And with your constant reassurance, he never was.

Until the disaster that was the Baratie incident.

Usopp has never been good at flirting. Sure, he's charming in his own way, with his stories and his humour, but he could never charm a girl the way the blonde waiter was currently charming you and Nami. Well, neither of you in actual fact, but he thought he was.

You noticed your boyfriend's forlorn expression, and reached over to grasp his hand in yours, a soft smile adorning your lips, "Hey, Usopp? You okay?"

He tried to laugh it off, but it wasn't his typical loud, cheerful laughter, "Of course, (Name)? Why wouldn't I be? I just think I'm feeling-"

"If you name another fake illness I am going to flip you over this table," you threatened, laughing. Then, seriously, "Come on, what is it?"

He sighed, giving in, "The waiter."

Your eyes went wide, and then your expression softened as you squeezed his hand, "Which one?"

His head shot back up, "The one who-"

"I don't know what you mean," you shrugged. "I don't see any waiter worth noticing, do you?''

A familiar warmth filled him, and his smile returned, "Thanks, (Name)."

You kissed his cheek, "I'm all yours. You're the only one I ever see."

His chest puffed out, heart swelling with affection for you.

[lowkeycasanova]

telling him you won't spend the night to get his reaction

Inspired by the tik tok trend. Requested but I can't find the message.

Headcanon

Characters: Monster trio + Ace & Law

Luffy

The ship had docked for the night. Sunny was rocking with the tide and dinner had been devoured. Now everyone was lounging around, chatting, cleaning up, or getting ready to turn in for the night.

"Oh, I decided I'm not gonna stay over tonight." you told casually told Luffy.

He blinks, processing your words like the don't quite make sense. Then his face immediately twists in a dramatic pout. "Huh? What do you mean you're not staying?"

You shrugged like it was nothing. "I mean I'm not staying over. What's the problem?"

His bottom lip sticks out and his brows scrunch in pure betrayal. "Where else would you go?"

When you don't take it back, he shifts closer to you. "Just stay. Why wouldn't you stay? You always stay." he says, softly caressing your hand.

You nearly want to melt right then, but you keep up the act. "You'll be fine for one night."

"No I won't." he argues instantly.

The look in his big, round eyes makes you crumble. You huff, unable to hold back your grin any longer. "Okay! Okay! It was a joke."

His face lights up, that pout disappearing like it was never there.

"Ahaha! I knew it!" he exclaims.

Zoro

Zoro sits on the deck, arms crossed, eyes closed - half napping, half listening to the sounds of the waves. You yawn beside him.

"Hey, so I'm actually not gonna sleep over tonight." you nudged him.

At first, he doesn't react. Just a slow blink, like he's debating on if he heard you right. Without opening his eyes, he mumbles, "What the hell do you mean?"

When you repeat yourself, his brows twitch slightly and turns his head to look at you. "Why?" his voice is steady, with an edge to it, like your answer better be good.

"I just wanted to sleep in my own bed tonight." you say as you force yourself to picture your own bed- how it feels, how it smells- anything to keep your expression neutral. Still you can feel the corners of your mouth threatening to twitch. You bite the inside of your cheek, staying strong.

"Tch. That's dumb. Just stay with me." he says so matter-of-factly like it's the obvious answer. Like there's no scenario where you shouldn't be in his bed tonight.

You insist and he narrows his eyes. "You tryna piss me off?"

He's not actually mad, not yet anyway, but the idea of you not being next to him irritates him more than he'd like to admit.

You keep it up but he acts unbothered. "Fine. Do whatever you want."

But when you stand up to leave, his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you down onto his lap. "You're not going anywhere."

He won't outright beg, but he's not above to using his strength to keep you exactly where you belong.

Sanji

Sanji is in the kitchen, smiling softly to himself with you on a stool a few feet away, enjoying each other’s company when you tell him, “Oh by the way, I’m not going to stay over tonight.”

The knife he’s holding clatters onto the cutting board. He freezes, mid-motion, shoulders stiff, as if you just told him the most heartbreaking news imaginable. Slowly, he turns to face you, eyes wide with pure devastation.

"What did you just say?"

When you repeat yourself, his brows knit together and he lets out a disappointed sigh. "Why?" his voice is calm but there's a clear sulking behind it.

You don't give a straight answer. He sets the knife aside, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. "You always stay. Why not tonight? Did I do something wrong?" he asks.

"No, of course not." you told him. "It's nothing bad."

You try to get up and leave to really sell it but he reaches out, gently grabbing your wrist. "At least stay until I finish cooking. You don't have to sleep over but...just have dinner first."

It was then when you couldn't hold it in anymore. You laugh but also nearly hold back what you think are tears from how sweet he's being. You confess it was just a joke and he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

He runs a hand down his face, then showing that lopsided grin. A complete 180 from where he was a few seconds ago.

"My love, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

Ace

Ace is lying with his back on the bed, hands behind his head as he lazily watches you move around the room when you casually say, "Hey, I'm actually not gonna spend the night here tonight."

He blinks once. Then twice.

"Huh?"

When you repeat yourself, he stares at you as if you'd just slapped him. "You already told me you were staying. You changed your mind?"

"Yeah." you said like it was nothing at all. He shifts onto his side, propping his head up with his hand.

"If you want to break up with me, just say that."

You turn away, pretending to busy yourself with something- anything- to keep him from seeing the way your mouth is twitching into a smile and how your shoulders tremble from the effort of trying to hold in your laughter.

"'Cause there's no other reason you'd leave me here otherwise." he adds.

You bite your bottom lip, still refusing to turn around until you've mustered up enough strength to put on a serious face.

"I just wanted to have a night to myself. It's not that deep."

He lets out a wounded sigh. So dramatic. But the second you crack a smile, he sits up fast, pointing a finger at you. "I knew it! You're messing with me!"

Before you can even react, he grabs you and pulls you to the bed, wrapping his arms around you. His voice his smug, lightly brushing your ear. "Nah, you're staying. Too late to back out now."

Law

Law is sitting at his desk, flipping through some papers while he absentmindedly rambles to you about some new surgical technique.

"It's not widely used, but the survival rate is significantly higher-"

You sit on the bed that's close by, nodding along, but your mind is elsewhere. Which is a shame because it isn't often when he gets like this, talking about things he loves. You've been trying to find the right moment to say it but you can't just just blurt it out when he's speaking.

"The only issue is post operation infection. But if managed correctly-"

Okay, maybe once he finishes his thought.

Or the next one.

Finally, he pauses. Your fingers twitch. Just do it now.

You stretch your arms and pretend to yawn. "I think I'm gonna sleep in my room tonight."

He doesn't react at first. Just continuing to flip pages, pausing mid turn. Slowly, his eyes reach you, brows drawing together slightly. "...What?"

You repeat yourself and this time he sets the papers down completely. His gaze still lingers on you, sharp and calculating. "Why?"

"Wanted to sleep in my own room tonight." you shrug, keeping it vague. He exhales.

"But what's different about tonight?" he asks. You dodge it again.

"You're acting weird." he doesn't sound irritated, just skeptical. "Did something happen?"

You shake your head quickly, trying to keep your expression neutral. "No, nothing happened. Just felt like switching it up."

Law leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest as he studies you. His sharp eyes flick over your face, dissecting every little movement, every twitch of your lips, every blink too long. He’s catching on.

"You're lying," he states flatly.

Your fingers tighten against the sheets. "What? No, I’m not—"

"You are," he cuts in, unwavering. "Your body language changed the moment you said it." He tilts his head slightly, as if piecing together a puzzle. "You're suppressing a reaction. Trying too hard to act normal."

Damn it.

Law rubs his temple. "If you really didn't want to stay, I wouldn't stop you," he mutters, picking up his papers again.

The finality in his voice shatters your composure, and a laugh bursts out before you can stop it. You shake your head, waving your hands in surrender. "Okay, okay! You got me. It was a joke."

He clicks his tongue, shooting you a mildly exasperated look. "Figures." But the corner of his mouth turns up into a smile. Barely.

Still chuckling, you hop off the bed and make your way toward him, draping your arms over his shoulders from behind. "Aw, I'm sorry. " you tease.

He mumbles something under his breath. Then, without warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap, arms locking around you securely. His chin rests on your shoulder, his lips barely brushing against your skin as he exhales a quiet sigh, letting you know he's not as unaffected as he pretended to be.

[gpcwsl]

Could you do a Leah Williamson one where reader is a chef and has restaurant establishments worldwide and just located one in England a couple months ago and the England girls are a having a camp in London and since everyone is all together for camp they want to celebrate with a fancy dinner and they start discussing restaurants and readers restaurant is put out there, but some of the girls disagree because they tried to eat there but it was always booked up, so when Leah gets home she talks to reader and gets them a table, so Leah texts the team gc and say dress fancy tomorrow night and the location of the restaurant and the gc starts blowing, but she ignores it, and when they all go to the restaurant and ask questions and Leah’s like she has connections, but come to find out that Leah is dating reader then reader sits down beside Leah and the team gets to know her a little and when they go to pay reader says it’s already taken care of.

Warnings: a kiss?

Leah Williamson x Chef!Reader

- Dress fancy -

MasterList

Leah Williamson kicked her boots off at the door, the satisfying thud against the floor signaling the end of another long day. Training had been intense, but it wasn’t the drills or tactics replaying in her mind—it was the chaotic group chat blowing up her phone during the drive home.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen, scrolling through dozens of messages.

Tooney: “We should go to that new restaurant tomorrow.”

Brightness: “What’s it called? The fancy one that’s always booked?”

Backheel: “You mean Palace Place? Impossible. I’ve been trying to get a table since it opened.”

Brightness: “Same. That place is like gold dust.”

Tooney: “We need something special, though. We’re all together. Ideas?”

Leah smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter as she typed her response:

Captain: “Sorted. 7 PM tomorrow. Dress fancy.”

The chat exploded.

Tooney: “LEAH.”

Backheel: “How?!”

Brightness: “You didn’t even say where!”

Walshy: “She probably means Nando’s.”

Tooney: “I swear, if this is a joke…”

Leah tossed her phone on the counter, ignoring the continued barrage of messages, and walked into the living room. The soft hum of classical music filtered through the space, and the faint aroma of roasted garlic and herbs greeted her.

“Smells amazing,” she called, rounding the corner into the kitchen.

You stood by the stove, dressed casually in an apron, hair tied back, moving with the kind of effortless grace Leah never tired of watching. You glanced over your shoulder, a smile already forming.

“Hey, you. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Leah walked up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder. “I don’t know how you do it. Training kills me, and you’re here cooking like it’s nothing.”

“Years of practice,” you teased, leaning back into her embrace. “How was camp?”

Leah hesitated, her lips brushing lightly against your temple. “Good. The girls want to go out tomorrow night. Celebrate being all together.”

You turned in her arms, raising an eyebrow. “And let me guess, they want to go somewhere fancy?”

She grinned. “They were debating places, and your restaurant came up.”

“Did it now?” you asked, amusement coloring your tone. “And what did you say?”

“I didn’t.” Leah shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Didn’t want to out myself as having an in with the chef-owner who happens to be my girlfriend.”

You laughed softly, running a hand down her arm. “So you’re here to use your connections?”

“Obviously,” Leah said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “Any chance you can fit us in tomorrow?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “For you? Always. How many?”

“About 20.”

You blinked. “20?”

Leah winced. “Yeah… full squad.”

“Good thing I like you,” you teased, reaching for your phone to call the restaurant.

Leah sent the address to the group chat in the morning, and as expected, chaos ensued.

Tooney: “No way. THE Palace place?!”

Backheel: “Leah, I’m actually screaming.”

Daily mail: “I tried booking for my mum’s birthday and couldn’t. HOW?”

Brightness: “She must know someone.”

Tooney: “Leah Williamson: captain, legend, and apparently a magician.”

Leah ignored it all, casually walking into the training facility as if her phone wasn’t buzzing nonstop in her pocket.

The team arrived promptly at 7 PM, dressed to impress. The restaurant was stunning, its interior sleek yet inviting, with warm lighting that made everything glow. They were escorted to a private dining room where a long table awaited, set with pristine white linens, sparkling glassware, and fresh flowers.

“This is insane,” Ella muttered, taking in the surroundings.

“How did you pull this off?” Millie asked Leah, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

Leah smirked, leaning back in her chair. “I told you. Connections.”

The team was halfway through the meal—an exquisite multi-course experience—when the door to the dining room opened. You walked in, your chef’s jacket pristine, a warm smile on your face.

“Good evening, ladies,” you greeted.

The table fell silent, all eyes turning to you. Leah tried to suppress a grin as you approached.

“Everything to your liking so far?” you asked, your gaze briefly meeting Leah’s.

“The food’s incredible,” Keira said. “Are you the chef?”

You nodded. “And the owner.”

Murmurs of amazement rippled through the group.

Leah cleared her throat, sitting up straighter. “Everyone, this is Y/n.”

“Wait…” Rachel’s eyes darted between you and Leah. “This is your connection?”

Leah shrugged, feigning innocence. “What can I say? I know people.”

“Hold on.” Ella leaned forward, pointing at Leah. “You’re dating the chef?!”

Leah’s smirk widened. “Didn’t think it was relevant.”

The table erupted in laughter, teasing, and a flurry of questions directed at you.

When the bill arrived, one of the players reached for it, but the waiter quickly informed them it had already been settled.

“It’s on me,” you said with a smile, standing beside Leah. “You’re all family to Leah, which makes you family to me.”

The team groaned, joking about being spoiled, but their gratitude was evident.

As everyone filtered out of the restaurant, Leah lingered by the door with you, her hand slipping into yours.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said softly, her voice full of warmth.

You leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Anything for you.”

The team’s laughter echoed down the street, and Leah pulled you closer, her heart full as she watched her two worlds collide perfectly.

[purplereina11]

In a match where the scoreboard tells only half the story, a fierce on-pitch rivalry between you and football royalty, Alexia Putellas, evolves into something electric — something unspoken, but deeply felt. Between the lines two players lock eyes, trade touches, and blur the line between competition and connection. What begins as a game becomes a gravity neither can resist.

Part 15 Other Parts

Word Count: 6k

Anything in italics is a flashback 😊 some of which are what I was supposed to put in the last chapter but forgot 🙈

Enjoy

⚽️

You were sat on the grass at the edge of the training pitch, unlacing your boots and chatting to Marta about the crossing drills from earlier when you heard Irene’s voice from just behind you.

“Y/N… were you hanging out at my place while I was gone for international camp?”

You froze mid-movement, and slowly looked up to see Irene standing there, hands on hips, one brow raised and that classic 'mami knows everything' energy radiating off her.

You blinked. “Uhh…”

Marta smirked and tried to stifle her laugh as she got up and casually walked away, muttering, “Good luck with that.”

You sighed, tugging your boot off and setting it down. “Yeah I did”

Irene cocked her head. “Without me there?”

You held up your hands. “In my defence, I was sad and I just… needed to be somewhere that didn’t feel heavy. Mateo makes me laugh and your wife she kept cooking for me so I kept going back. It felt… safe.”

Irene’s expression softened instantly. “You’re always welcome, you know that,” she said, crouching beside you. “But next time, if she offers you the spare room take it, you stressed her out walking home on your own late at night”

You smiled a little, the first real one of the day. “Noted.”

She reached over and squeezed your shoulder. “And thank you for trusting our home enough to be your escape Mateo adored having you over.”

You nodded, brushing grass off your shorts. “He said he was my emotional support chaos.”

Irene laughed. “He is chaos, but he’s good at loving people who need it.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “He really is.” you smiled at Irene as Alexia neared, "Clearly he gets that from Lucia"

Irene rose her eyebrows as Alexia plopped down with her water bottle, "You come to my home, you have my wife cook for you-"

"I didn't have her-"

Irene rose a hand and you stopped instantly but couldn't help but laugh, "you have my wife cook for you and all round just dote on you, you use my son as emotional support and you want to get cheeky?"

You smile, "It's a part of my charm"

Lucia opened the door, still in her apron, the smell of something warm and homely drifting out behind her. She smiled at first until she saw your face, eyes red, shoulders drawn tight, silent in a way that wasn’t your usual tired.

Her smile faded instantly into something soft and knowing. “Hey…”

You gave her a weak smile, standing there with your hands in your pockets and Teddy’s lead wrapped loosely around your fingers.

“Wouldn’t mind if I hung out with Mateo for a while, would you?”

Lucia didn’t ask questions, she just stepped aside and opened the door wider. “Of course not. He’s upstairs, probably building a spaceship out of laundry baskets. Go on up.” You gave her a nod of thanks as Teddy padded in quietly. She placed a gentle hand on your back as you passed. “I'm making dinner,” she said quietly. “It’ll be ready in half an hour. You’re staying for it.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Thank you.”

Lucia nodded once, gave your arm a soft squeeze, then called up the stairs, “Mateo! Guess who’s here!”

There was a loud thud, followed by the sound of small feet barreling across the floor, then Mateo appeared at the top of the stairs, eyes lighting up.

“COCO!”

You smiled, eyes already brimming. “Hey, bud. Got room for one more on that spaceship?”

Mateo tore down the stairs like gravity barely applied to him, his socked feet sliding on the wood before he launched himself at you. You barely had time to brace, but it didn’t matter his arms wrapped tight around your waist, his little face pressed into your jumper like he could physically squeeze the sadness out of you.

“I missed you,” he said, voice muffled.

You crouched to his level, hugging him back just as tightly. “I missed you too, little man.”

He leaned back, giving you a serious look. “Are you sad?”

Your lips pulled into a small, bittersweet smile. “Yeah… a little bit.”

Mateo nodded solemnly, like a tiny man with too much wisdom for his years. “Then it’s a good thing I built a base. Sad people need bases, with snacks and blankets.”

You let out a soft laugh. “That’s a rule, is it?”

He stood and took your hand like there wasn’t a moment to lose. “It is now.”

You let him guide you upstairs to his room, which had turned into a mini fort of blankets, chairs, and the entire contents of his imagination. 

Mateo led you into the fort like it was a top-secret mission. You had to crawl under two blankets strung between chairs, with fairy lights giving everything inside a soft glow. Teddy circled twice before flopping down dramatically in the corner as if to say, 'I’m too old for this.'

“Okay,” Mateo said seriously, grabbing a toy sword and holding it out to you, “you’re the knight. I’m the dragon who’s actually nice and just wants to dance.”

You blinked. “The dragon dances?”

“Only when he’s happy.” He struck a fierce pose, then added, “You have to defeat me by making me laugh.”

“That’s not how defeating dragons usually works.”

Mateo gave you a look. “This one is different.”

“Alright then.” You grabbed a plastic shield and a stuffed lion. “Prepare to be defeated, dancing dragon.”

He roared dramatically, waving his arms and falling back onto a pillow like he’d been hit with a spell. You leapt over a blanket pile and started making the lion do a ridiculous voice, narrating its tragic past as a ballet teacher turned king of the jungle. Mateo started giggling before you were even halfway through.

You tried to make your voice serious. “Sir Dragon, I challenge you to a dance battle. Loser has to eat all the popcorn.”

Mateo popped up, gasped, and pointed. “You can’t eat all of it! You’ll explode!”

“I’m willing to take that risk,” you said, deadpan.

He burst out laughing, so hard he had to sit down, shoulders shaking, dimples on full display. You sat beside him, poking his side gently. “You laughing, sir? Are you… defeated?”

Mateo wiped a tear from his eye. “Fine. You win, but only because you’re really funny.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, dragon.”

He held out his hand for a high-five. “Best team ever.” you laughed, really laughed, not the polite kind. The kind that shook your chest and made your eyes water, that cracked through the grief and gave you air again.

Lucia walked by the room and paused at the sound of your laughter, then smiled to herself and quietly let the door close. Mateo had it under control.

You ruffled Mateo’s hair gently, the way you’d seen Irene do a hundred times, and asked, “So, how’s school going, champ?”

Mateo pulled a face like he’d just eaten a lemon. “I don’t like it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What don’t you like?”

He shrugged, folding his arms and kicking at the edge of a pillow. “It’s too hard. I don’t get it and I don’t wanna go anymore.”

You leaned back, letting him have his moment. “That’s fair. It can feel really hard sometimes. Do you have homework?”

He nodded with a sigh so theatrical it could’ve earned him an Oscar. “Yes but I’m not doing it. I hate it.”

You smiled gently, not teasing, just understanding. “That bad, huh?”

“Worse.”

Before you could say more, Lucia’s voice called from the kitchen, “Dinner’s ready!”

Mateo perked up instantly, like he hadn’t just been mourning the horrors of primary school. “YES!”

You stood up and offered him your hand. “Okay, how about this, we eat, and then after dinner, you and me, we’ll take a look at the homework together. You don’t have to do it alone.”

He gave you a skeptical look, one eyebrow raised. “You’re good at homework?”

You gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me, I was a genius at your age. Ask anyone.”

Mateo considered this for a long second, then nodded. “Okay, but if it’s too hard, we can just say your dog ate it.”

“Deal,” you said, holding out your pinky.

He wrapped his pinky around yours and grinned. “Best team ever.”

“Still the best.”

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It was a few days after the match, and the stadium had mostly emptied out. You were still in the locker room, towel draped over your shoulders, chatting quietly with Esme and Salma when the door creaked open.

“Coco?” a small voice called.

You turned instantly, heart softening the moment you saw Mateo, still in his tiny Barça hoodie, clutching his backpack to his chest and looking a little lost.

“Teo?” You knelt down as he made a beeline for you, eyes big and damp. “Hey, what’s up? Everything okay?”

He sniffled and nodded but then held out a crumpled sheet of paper. “It’s my homework. I can’t do it. I tried on my own but you said you’d help but I fell asleep the other night, and now it’s due tomorrow.”

You gently took the page from him, smoothing it out as you sat on the bench. Basic addition and subtraction, numbers crossed out and re-written in various colors. Clearly he’d tried, hard.

You gave him a soft smile. “Okay. First of all, I’m really proud of you for trying and second,” you started digging into his little backpack “I know there’s someone in here who can help.”

You pulled out a handful of plastic dinosaurs, green, blue, and red, and lined them up on the bench between you. Mateo watched, confused at first, then intrigued.

“Alright,” you said, “here’s the game, if we have five T-Rexes,” you lined up five “and we take away two…” You moved two aside dramatically. “How many are left?”

Mateo squinted, counting silently under his breath. “Three?”

“Boom. Genius.”

A little smile appeared on his face, the stress fading just a bit. You moved on to the next one, using velociraptors this time. Soon enough, he was giggling, lining up the dinosaurs himself, counting on his fingers, sometimes even using your fingers too.

The rest of the team watched from a respectful distance Marta nudging Esme with a grin, and Salma whispering, “She’s gone full mami mode.”

Mateo didn’t notice, too focused on showing you how he figured out 7 - 4 using a brontosaurus family.

You leaned in and whispered, “You’re crushing it, Teo.”

He beamed. “Only because of you.”

Your heart tugged, and you ruffled his hair. “You’ve always had it in you, little man. You just needed a few extra dinos.”

Mateo nodded solemnly. “Dinosaurs make everything better.”

The door to the showers swung open with a soft creak, steam curling out into the locker room. Irene stepped out first, towel around her shoulders, running a hand through her damp hair then stopped short at the sight before her.

Her brows lifted. “Mateo?”

Still hunched over a worksheet with a small collection of plastic dinosaurs lined up like a math army, Mateo barely looked up. “Hi Mami.”

You glanced back over your shoulder at her, giving a sheepish grin. “Sorry, he had an emergency.”

“Homework,” Mateo clarified with a dramatic sigh, pencil poised like a sword above the page. “We’re on the hard ones now, big numbers.”

Irene raised an eyebrow, but her lips twitched with a smile. “Ah. Of course emergency addition.”

Alexia emerged just behind her, running her hands through the ends of her wet hair. She paused when she saw the little study session, leaning on the edge of a locker with an affectionate smirk.

“I should’ve guessed you were behind the dinosaur deployment,” she said softly, eyes on you.

You shrugged with a smile. “They’re multitaskers. Defenders of prehistoric lands and math tutors.”

Mateo didn’t even look up. “We’re doing eight plus five now. It’s very serious Coco says if I get them all right, I get three chocolate buttons.”

Alexia laughed under her breath, moving to sit beside Irene on the opposite bench. “Bribery. Classic.”

“I call it motivation,” you corrected, tapping the page. “Alright, Teo. Let’s count them out eight dinos here… now add five.”

Mateo arranged them carefully, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. “Thirteen!”

You high-fived him gently, careful not to knock the dinosaurs. “Correct! One more and you’re halfway to chocolate glory.”

Irene crossed her arms, clearly holding back a smile. “He’s going to expect dinosaur math forever now, you realise.”

You gave her a small shrug. “I can live with that.”

Alexia’s gaze softened on you as you turned your attention back to Mateo, coaching him through 9 + 6 with two different species of plastic creatures.

“She’s a good one,” Irene murmured to Alexia quietly, though not quietly enough that you didn’t hear.

Alexia didn’t answer, but the look she gave you was all the confirmation anyone needed.

After dinner, with the dishes washed and the laughter from the table still lingering in the air, you ended up curled on the sofa, Mateo snuggled tightly into your side. His head rested on your chest, one of your arms draped around him as his little hand toyed absentmindedly with the drawstring on your hoodie.

Lucia was in the kitchen finishing up, but she'd smiled when she saw the two of you like that like something about it made her chest ache in the softest way.

“You ever seen The Jungle Book?” you asked, scrolling through the movie options with one hand.

Mateo lifted his head slightly, brow furrowed. “Is that the one with the bear and the boy with no shoes?”

You grinned. “Exactly that.”

He shook his head. “Never seen it.”

“Well,” you said, clicking it with a satisfied hum, “you’re about to. It’s a classic.”

As the familiar Disney intro music played, Mateo settled deeper into you, his legs curling slightly as the lights dimmed and the screen glowed. His eyes went wide at the first animated scenes of the jungle, and when Baloo burst onto the screen singing The Bare Necessities, he laughed so hard his whole body bounced against you.

You rested your chin lightly on the top of his head, holding him a little tighter.

"This is good," he whispered midway through, his voice heavy with warmth and the onset of sleep.

You smiled against his hair. “Told you. Bare necessities of life, little man.”

Lucia passed by with a blanket, laying it over the both of you without a word. She kissed the top of Mateo’s head and looked down at you with a quiet, grateful look in her eyes.

By the time the credits rolled, Mateo was completely asleep, soft breaths puffing against your collarbone. You didn’t dare move, just closed your eyes and held him close because in that moment, there was nothing else you needed.

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You were already regretting the colour of your shirt before you’d even parked outside the small house in Mollet del Vallès. It suddenly felt too loud, too bold. You tugged at the collar for the fifth time in as many minutes.

Alexia noticed because of course she did. “Breathe,” she said softly, turning off the engine and resting a hand on your knee. “You’re meeting my mami, not meeting the King.”

“She’s your mum,” you exhaled, trying not to sound like your chest was tight. “What if she doesn’t like me?”

“She will,” Alexia said, certain, like it was fact not faith. “You’re smart, kind, and you make me laugh like an idiot. That’s her entire checklist.”

“She didn’t see me nearly square up to Montse last week.”

Alexia grinned. “She’d probably like you more if she had.”

You gave her a sideways glance, still fidgeting. “Why are you not nervous? I’m literally meeting the woman who made you.”

“Because I already know how this ends.” She leaned over and kissed you softly, her lips warm against your own. “She’s going to adore you and even if she doesn’t? I do. So you’re stuck with me.”

That didn’t fully settle the nerves, but it helped.

You stepped out of the car and followed her up the neat path to the door, before Alexia could knock, the door opened, and there she was, smiling with a dish towel over her shoulder and a warm, open expression on her face.

“Hola, mi niña,” she said, hugging Alexia tightly.

“Mama,” Alexia grinned, holding her for a moment before stepping back and motioning to you. “This is…”

Before she could finish, Eli had already pulled you into a hug, her arms surprisingly firm, smelling like soap and whatever was cooking inside. “It’s so good to finally meet you,” Eli said as she pulled back. “I hope you’re hungry.”

You blinked, startled but smiling. “Always.”

She ushered you both inside. The house was modest and warm, every corner filled with signs of life framed photos of Alexia and her sister, small plants that somehow weren’t dying, Barça memorabilia tucked into corners in a way that didn’t scream fan but quietly said family. It smelled amazing, garlic, tomatoes, something freshly baked.

The dining table was already set, and Eli insisted you sit while she finished the last touches. You tried to offer help, but she waved you off.

“She won’t let anyone touch a thing once she starts cooking,” Alexia muttered as she filled your water glass. “And if you try, she’ll say you’ve ruined the surprise.”

“It’s not a surprise,” Eli called from the kitchen, clearly having heard. “It’s just food.”

“She’s lying,” Alexia grinned.

Lunch was delicious. Comfort food, served in big portions with more love than presentation, and you ate every bite. Eli asked about your childhood, your football journey, if you were settling in well to Barcelona. You tried not to stumble when she gently asked about your family, and though your reply was short and quiet, she didn’t push. Just nodded, her eyes soft.

“I’m sorry you’ve been carrying that,” she said, not pitying, just kind. “You have family here now. Whether you want us or not.”

You blinked fast and managed a quiet, “Thank you.”

Alexia gave your knee a gentle squeeze under the table. Her smile said she was proud of you for not bolting.

After lunch, Eli brought out flan and little cups of café con leche. You were halfway through praising the dessert when Alexia got a call, club-related, judging by the way her brows pulled together.

“I’ll be two minutes,” she said, excusing herself to take it outside.

Eli sat back, sipping her coffee. “You make her lighter, you know.”

You looked up from your flan. “Sorry?”

“She carries a lot. Always has. Even when she doesn’t say it out loud. Since you… she’s just lighter. I see it.”

You felt a tightness in your chest you hadn’t been expecting. “I didn’t do anything special.”

“She wouldn’t love you if you did,” Eli said. “She doesn’t need special. She needs real.”

You opened your mouth, but Alexia was back, giving you both a mildly suspicious look. “You’re not giving her the ‘you hurt her and I’ll bury you under the pitch’ talk, are you?”

“Not yet,” Eli said, her tone sweet, her eyes twinkling.

Alexia rolled her eyes, but she was grinning.

You stayed for another hour, talking, helping clear the table even though Eli swatted your hand away twice. She hugged you when you left, tighter than before, whispering, “You come round whenever you need. No invite necessary.”

As you walked back to the car, still clutching a tupperware of leftovers, Alexia slipped her hand into yours. “Well?”

“I love her,” you said.

“Told you.”

“She called me family,” you said quietly. “That kind of broke me a little.”

Alexia pulled you into a one-armed hug and kissed the side of your head. “She meant it. So do I.”

You looked up at her. “Thank you for today.”

She met your eyes, voice soft. “You mean too much to me not to share you with the people who made me.”

You grinned. “Okay, that’s a little romantic.”

“Get used to it,” she smirked. “I’m a disaster for you.”

You laughed as she opened your car door like a gentlewomen, and as you sat inside holding leftovers and wearing a smile that hadn’t left in hours, you realised this wasn’t just a football contract that kept you here. This was home.

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You barely made it through the door.

The moment you stepped into Alexia’s home, the weight you’d been carrying, on your shoulders, in your chest, behind your eyes crashed into you all at once. Your suitcase slipped from your hand in the hallway with a soft thud, and you just stood there, motionless.

Alexia had heard the door and appeared from the living room, her face already etched with concern. She didn’t say anything at first, just walked toward you with slow, careful steps, like you were made of glass and she wasn’t sure which part might crack first.

You didn’t even lift your head. Just leaned forward and buried your face into her neck, your arms barely lifting to wrap around her waist. You felt her tighten her hold immediately, one hand splaying across your back, the other gently cradling the back of your head. She didn’t speak, she just held you.

Your voice was muffled and hoarse. “I don’t even feel like a person right now.”

Alexia pulled back just enough to look at you. “You don’t have to be anything right now. Just be here.”

You nodded, eyes heavy, jaw clenched against the sting behind them. You hadn’t cried again since the funeral, not in front of your sisters dad. Not in front of the extended family. You’d been the strong one, the polite one, the thank-you-for-coming one, the hand-holder, the shoulder for others to lean on. You’d performed grief like it was your duty and now you were empty.

“I’m so tired,” you whispered. “It’s not even just my body. It’s all of me.”

“I know,” Alexia said softly, brushing your hair back. “Come on. You’re home.”

She didn’t ask you to talk, didn’t ask for details. She just helped you out of your coat, walked you to the bedroom, and sat you down on the edge of the bed. You fell back with a sigh that was more than a breath like it was dragging something heavy out of you. She pulled your shoes off for you, tucked a blanket over your legs, then crawled in beside you fully dressed.

Your head found her chest without thinking, and her arms circled you like they were built to. “I feel numb,” you admitted into the quiet.

“Then feel numb,” she replied. “And when you don’t, I’ll be right here.”

You stayed like that for a long while. The quiet hum of the house the only sound between you, eventually your hand curled into the fabric of her top, and your breathing slowed, each exhale a little deeper, a little less jagged.

Sleep didn’t come easy, but it came, because you were tired and because, for the first time in days, you were allowed to simply exist.

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When your eyes blinked open, the room was quiet, the light dim with the fading orange of late afternoon slipping through the curtains. For a few seconds, you were disoriented mind foggy, body heavy with sleep, the familiar ache of grief still quietly humming in your chest.

Then you noticed you weren’t alone, sitting beside you, his little legs out stretched on the bed a soft toy sat proudly on them, was Mateo.

He glanced at you shyly when he saw your eyes open, as if unsure whether he should say something. “Hi,” he said softly, barely above a whisper.

You blinked slowly, your voice scratchy from sleep. “Hey, buddy.”

He gave you a small smile and reached over to hand you the stuffed toy one of his dinosaurs, the red one with a crooked tail. “Auntie Ale, said you were sad,” he said simply, his tone matter of fact like only a child’s could be, “so I brought company.”

You rolled onto your side to face him, your body still sore with exhaustion but your heart tugged in the gentlest of ways. You accepted the toy, looking at it, then back at him, “Thank you. That’s very thoughtful,” you murmured, your voice catching just slightly.

He nodded solemnly. “He’s brave and funny. So he’s good for when you’re feeling sad.”

You looked around, still half lost in the moment. “Where’s Alexia?”

Mateo shrugged a little. “She said she was going to make some food. Then she got a call and went out the kitchen. I came to be with you so you wouldn’t be alone.”

That cracked something in you, you reached out, pulling him gently into a hug. He didn’t hesitate, curling into you like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I think you’re brave and funny too,” you told him against his hair.

He giggled into your shoulder. “I know.” And for a while, you just sat there in the stillness, holding the boy who reminded you without even knowing how to feel a little more human again.

Alexia’s voice carried gently down the hallway as she stepped into the room, a note of concern behind her whispered tone. “Mateo? You in here? Where’d you go, mi amor?”

You and Mateo both looked up. He was still curled next to you, his hands fidgeting in his lap, his dinosaur tucked under one arm. “I stayed with her,” he said simply, as if it was obvious, like the thought of not staying hadn’t even occurred to him.

Alexia’s eyes flicked to you, softening when she saw you awake, sitting up with a warm tiredness in your eyes. She smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “You’re always disappearing on me,” she teased gently, crossing over and brushing her hand over Mateo’s hair. “I was worried, chiquitín.”

You stretched a little, rubbing your face before looking at Alexia. “Actually, it’s good you’re here, I brought something for him.”

Mateo sat up a bit straighter, eyebrows furrowing in curious confusion. “A present?”

You nodded. “It’s in my bag. Ale, can you grab it?”

She nodded, disappearing briefly and returning with your bag. You unzipped the front pocket, gently pulling out a small drawstring pouch wrapped carefully in cloth.

You held it out to Mateo, who looked at it like it might break in his hands. “Go on,” you smiled, nudging it toward him. “Open it.”

He untied the strings with tiny, eager fingers and peeled back the cloth. His breath caught, inside was a small, smooth fossil brownish-grey, about the size of his palm with a gently curving shape to it. A real, actual dinosaur foot print. Nothing museum worthy, but genuine and old, and entirely his.

“This is real?” he whispered, looking between you and the gift, wide eyed.

“Completely,” you nodded. “From my dad. He had it in his collection for years. I told him about you, how much you love dinosaurs, and he wanted you to have it.”

Mateo’s bottom lip trembled as he stared at it, then, quietly and unexpectedly, he started crying. Not a loud cry, no sobbing or tantrum, just silent tears rolling down his cheeks as he clutched the bone like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Alexia instinctively moved to kneel in front of him, her arms around him in seconds. “Oh, cariño, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head, holding the bone to his chest. “Nothing’s wrong,” he whispered. “It’s just i've never seen a real dinosaur before"

Your heart ached and swelled all at once, you reached over and rubbed his back gently. “Well… now you have and it’s yours forever.”

Mateo pulled back wiping the tears with the back of hand, “I’m just so happy”

You smiled, “You are?”

He looked up at you, still teary-eyed, and whispered, “Gracias, Coco.”

Alexia looked over at you, her eyes glassy too now, her hand still stroking Mateo’s hair. You gave her a tired smile, voice a little shaky. “You are the best friend I could ask for, its a little thank you from me”

Mateo still emotional, crawled up to hug you again one arm around you, the other clutched tightly around his dinosaur fossil. “Thank you coco”

“You’re welcome bud”

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Alexia’s house was alive with warmth and chatter. The table was overflowing with mismatched dishes, homemade paella from Patri, a tray of empanadas from Vicky, Esme’s attempt at a chocolate tart, a little burned, but proudly presented, and a salad from Marta that no one dared criticise too much. Even Jana had brought her famous garlic bread, though it was nearly gone before it hit the table.

You stood quietly near the corner of the living room for a moment, taking it in the laughter, the teasing, the familiar ease of your teammates moving around Alexia’s home like it was their own. The energy was gentle, not overbearing. It was clear Alexia had orchestrated it all perfectly, warm company, exactly what you needed. Exactly when you didn’t know you needed it.

Mateo was in the middle of the living room, holding court like he was in a classroom. He was beaming, his cheeks flushed with excitement, the fossil clutched proudly in both hands.

“And it’s real!” he announced with wide eyes, spinning slowly in a circle to make sure everyone heard him. “It’s a dinosaur fossil. Like a real one. Coco gave it to me from her dad.”

Gasps and 'wows' erupted from the girls. Mapi immediately crouched down with a grin. “Wait, are you telling me you have a real dinosaur footprint and you didn’t invite me to your museum opening?”

Mateo giggled, showing it to her. “You can look but you can’t touch.”

Patri leaned toward you, raising her eyebrows. “You’ve created a monster,” she said with a smirk.

“He’s always been a monster,” Irene said with mock offence as she walked past, ruffling Mateo’s hair. “Now he just has a fossil to protect his treasure pile.”

You laughed softly, your chest lighter than it had felt in days. Watching Mateo wave the fossil in front of Ingrid and Salma like he was handing over the crown jewels, you felt something ease. Alexia appeared beside you, sliding her hand into yours.

“He’s shown everyone that thing twice already,” she murmured into your ear with a soft laugh.

“And he’ll show it twice more before dessert,” you replied, turning your head to meet her gaze.

She squeezed your hand. “I knew you wouldn’t ask for it, but I knew you'd need this.” You nodded, words caught behind a lump in your throat. “I love you,” she added gently.

You exhaled slowly, gripping her hand tighter. “I know.” Then you smiled through it, through the ache, the gratitude, the grief, and the love. “Thank you for knowing.” you pecked her cheek, "I saw the game"

Alexia pulled back slightly to look at you, her brows lifting as she studied your face carefully, gently, the way only someone who truly knew you would. “You watched it?” she said quietly, her voice soft, edged with surprise and something more tender. “At the wake?”

You nodded, eyes scanning the living room where your teammates, your little makeshift family, were still laughing and eating, Mateo now trying to convince Esme that fossils could be used to fight dragons. “Yeah. My aunt put it on, actually.”

Alexia’s fingers tightened around yours, her thumb brushing a slow stroke over your knuckles.

“That’s when I cried,” you continued. “I hadn’t yet that day, I think I was… still trying to hold everything in, but that did it.”

Alexia swallowed, eyes shining as she searched your expression. “I couldn’t not do something,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “It felt like the only way I could tell you I was there even when I couldn’t be.”

You smiled faintly, leaning into her. “It worked.”

She moved back closer, her arm wrapping around your waist now, grounding you. “I didn’t know if it would be too much. I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you. That we were.” her gaze flicking to her team briefly

You took a breath, your forehead resting against her temple for a second. “It wasn’t too much. It was perfect. You made me feel supported even all that distance away.”

Alexia didn’t say anything to that. She didn’t have to, she just pressed a kiss to your cheek and whispered, “Siempre contigo,” against your skin. Always with you.

The wake was quieter than you expected.

Not in sound there was the soft hum of conversations, the distant clink of teacups, the occasional polite laugh as stories were shared but in weight. The kind of quiet that wrapped around your chest and made it harder to breathe.

You sat at the back corner of the room, away from the photos, the framed memories of your mum and sister that lined the front table. Beside you, one of your aunts placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as she turned the TV up ever so slightly.

“They’re about to kick off,” she said softly. “Thought you might want to watch.”

You didn’t reply, you just nodded once as a thank you, eyes already on the screen.

The camera swept across the pitch at the Estadi Johan Cruyff. You could see them there your team, your friends. The place that had become your home so quickly.

Then the commentator spoke. His voice low and measured.

“Today, FC Barcelona Femení are wearing black armbands in solidarity with their teammate Y/N, who recently suffered the tragic loss of her mother and sister. A heartbreaking time as she says her final goodbyes today, and one the team clearly carries into today’s match with heavy hearts.”

The camera zoomed in on the starting eleven lining up for their team photo. Front and centre, held in the hands of Marta and Patri, was your shirt.

Your number. Your name.

Your chest tightened as you blinked rapidly, you hadn’t expected that, hadn’t known they were going to do it.

Then the whistle blew.

You watched the match in a daze. You weren’t even processing the plays, not really. You weren’t watching tactics or formations, you were watching blobs run around the green pitch.

They played hard, for you, Pina scored early on she tapped the black armband on her arm before kissing it. Alexia was everywhere relentless, sharp, leading and in the 74th minute, she scored.

It was a rocket from outside the box, a goal born of fury and finesse, a strike that left the keeper rooted and the crowd roaring but she didn’t celebrate the way she normally did.

No, Alexia ran straight to the bench, one of the staff had already reached for your shirt and threw it to her. She caught it without breaking stride, slowing only as she reached the sidelines.

She held it up right to the camera, your name facing forward, proud, steady. The commentator fell silent for a moment as the image filled the screen and then Alexia kissed her fingers three times.

She blew the kisses, eyes locked on the camera lens like it was a tether to you and then she nodded once, solemn and sure, she tapped the badge, lifted her face to the sky and only then did she move away.

In the room around you, someone sniffed, someone else wiped a cheek, but you didn’t cry. Not at first, it was when your aunt leaned over, whispered, “She loves you so much,” that the tears started.

Silent and endless, you didn’t try to hide them, because in that moment, across a continent and a world away from the pitch, you felt it. The most private person you'd ever met made a public declaration towards you for the world to see.

[cowboybeepboop]

Doting

"Say it again. Say you want me."

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem! Reader 

Genre: smut 

Word count: 3k

a/n: Finally writing about this Clark Kent 😝 I'm so excited for the movie chat

Clark is your best friend, the only person who has seen every side of you and continues to stay. He has been there for you through everything, every breakup, when you ran away from home (and moved in with the Kents), every year of school, all of it. 

After graduation you moved out to Gotham together, something the two of you had dreamed of your whole lives. Clark smiled at you with his familiar warm grin, watching you as you raked through your hair and huffed a sigh, frustration coming off you in waves. 

The two of you had just moved into the small little apartment in Gotham and it was nowhere near as spacious as you guys thought, you both had underestimated just how many things you owned, and how much furniture you needed between the two of you 

"Having fun unpacking?" Clark teased quietly, as he effortlessly took all your possessions in one trip from the car. 

"Ugh, not at all." you wipe the sweat beads from your forehead, still shocked at how easily he's able to move things around. "This place.. it's so much smaller than the pictures." 

"I think we were a bit too excited..." he chuckled nervously, looking around at the messy apartment. There were still boxes everywhere, the space looking incredibly cramped and cramped. 

"We're gonna need a lot of shelves, cupboards, and a better couch. It's a bit on the small side" he teased, a fond smile gracing his face.

"But right now I need a nap," you whine, walking to him and pressing your face into his bicep. "Even though you did all the heavy lifting."

Clark chuckled, feeling your face pressed into his arm. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and gave a soft squeeze, his muscles tense beneath your touch. "Go on, take a rest. I'll finish organizing and decorating" he said soothingly, ruffling your hair.

"Come with me, I can't let you do all of the work." you pull your face from him, grinning up at him sweetly. You wander into one of the rooms, plopping onto the plush mattress, Clark at your heels. 

Clark chuckled and shook his head, rolling his eyes and sitting down beside you. The bed gave a loud creak beneath both of your weights, and you could feel his thigh against your own, their strong muscles pressed against your skin. 

He leaned back against the headboard, resting his arms behind his head. "You're gonna be useless anyway, might as well let you rest" he teased lovingly.

"Hey!" you feign offense, pushing his shoulder slightly. "I think I should've grabbed the sheets before laying down," you murmur, cuddling closer to him.

Clark chuckled and shrugged, pulling you even closer. The heat from his muscular frame seemed to envelop you, his body providing more warmth than a heater. 

"I can get them later" he murmured, his voice deep and low, a tinge of amusement in his tone. He allowed his arm to remain wrapped behind your shoulders, his fingers tracing slow circles against your skin

Weeks have passed since you both moved in, and you've gotten into a routine of things, spending practically every second together (aside from when you're at work of course). 

Clark was struggling, balancing his secret life with the feelings he had for you. He had grown to love, admire, and desire you more than he had anyone else. His heart ached for you, to hold and kiss you, to love you and cherish you. He kept himself in check, however, knowing he could never reveal his true identity. 

Clark would still do everything for you, whether it was help around the house, do the cooking, cleaning, and shopping. His heart leaped every time he saw you, he constantly fought the urge to pull you close.

The two of you had a day off from work, and Clark was lounging on the couch, trying to focus and read the newspaper. But every time he tried, his eyes would wander away, looking over to you as you were tidying up. 

Watching you move around the apartment effortlessly, with a grace he couldn't keep in his eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your hair fell around your face, and the way your clothes clung to your body.

The day drags on with casual interactions between the two of you, leading to you half asleep on the couch, head in his lap as a movie plays in the background. 

Clark smiled down at you fondly, looking away from the movie for a few seconds. One arm was around you, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your shoulder and arm. 

He couldn't help but think how incredible it would be to have you this close, and closer, all the time. He loved having you in his arms, feeling you against his body, the smell of your hair. 

Clark slowly lifted his other hand, slowly running his fingers through your hair, enjoying the silky feeling. "Mmm Clark, you're gonna put me to sleep," you murmur, fingers pressing into his thigh as your eyes begin to flutter shut.

Clark chuckled and looked down at you, his fingers continuing to move through your hair. He could feel your hand on his leg, the feeling sending a shiver down his spine. 

"Maybe that's my plan, sleepyhead." he teased back, his muscles tense beneath your touch. His other hand still traced over you, the movements becoming soothing and slow.

Half of you wants nothing more than to go to sleep in his lap, surrounded by his body heat, and the other part of you is desperate to find out how the movie ends. "But the movie..." You groan in protest.

"I'm pretty sure the movie will survive without you watching it" he said in amusement, his voice deep and rumbling as his fingers continued to move through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. 

He chuckled feeling you shift against him, trying to stay awake. He could feel his self-control slowly slip away as you continued to lay against his leg, the heat from your body sending his mind down dark, sinful paths.

Your half-hearted protest quickly dies on your tongue. Your head grows heavy as you drift off to sleep, only to be awoken by Clark gently placing you on your bed. "Clark," you whisper. 

Clark's muscles strain as he lifts you and places you on the bed. His fingertips linger, tracing across your skin. He leans down and brushes a few strands of hair from your forehead before looking down at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. 

"Yeah?" he replied quietly, his voice a deep murmur, sounding even deeper in the darkness of the room.

"Don't go..." you reach for him, pulling him to you by his shirt sleeve. "Stay, keep me warm." 

Clark felt his self-control vanish, he couldn't say no to you. When your hand grabbed his sleeve and tugged, he stumbled and fell into the bed, landing beside you. 

A soft chuckle left his lips as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his. "You're really tired, huh?" he teased quietly.

"Mhm, I want you..." you murmur sleepily, burying your face in his warm chest, breathing in his musk.

Clark's heart leaped at your words, his muscles tensing and stiffening. You couldn't have any idea what you did to him, how he felt. How much he wanted you in return. 

He swallowed, feeling you press your face into his chest. The feel of you against him sent a shiver down his spine, your words making him want to pull you close and kiss you. Instead, he gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Then I'll stay" he whispered, his voice deep and rough. His fingers ran through your hair, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against his own. He tried to keep control, he had to keep control. 

Clark could feel himself slowly losing the battle, his mind going to sinful places. He imagined pulling you even closer, rolling on top of you, and taking you on the bed right there. He wanted you so badly, more than he had anyone else. 

Hours have passed with you napping against him and Clark restlessly staring at the ceiling, avoiding moving in order to not wake you. A soft noise leaves your parted lips, something resembling a moan, capturing his attention. 

Clark felt his muscles tense and stiffen as he heard the sound leave your lips. His eyes were locked on your face, staring down at you.  The noise had gone straight to his lower regions. 

His eyes roved over you, taking in every detail, every feature, the way your skin looked in the low light, and the way your shirt was pushed up, revealing a small slice of flesh on your stomach. He tried to fight the thoughts, to keep them in check.

Your hand resting on his chest begins to tighten, your nails digging into his skin slightly. Your panties are soaked, evidence of your heated dream, and more nearly silent moans escape your mouth. 

Clark clenched his jaw at the feeling of your nails scratching his skin, his head tilting back and shutting his eyes. He swallowed, his throat going dry as he struggled to maintain control. 

He could smell your intoxication in the air, the evidence of your desires slowly making him lose his control. He tried to remain still, to keep his body under control as you squirmed and pressed against him in your sleep.

You're desperate for friction, hips mindlessly grinding against nothing, your cunt aching to be filled. You gasp, hand gripping his chest tighter as you startle awake. 

Clark's eyes snapped open as you startled awake, his own muscles tightening as he felt your body writhe against him. His hand immediately went to your hip, his fingers pressing into your skin. 

He tried to keep his breathing steady, his mind reeling and going to sinful places as he tried to keep control. He could feel the tension in the room, his body struggling to remain still.

Your cheeks flush immediately, eyes wide as you realize the position you're in. But you recognize the darkness of desire in his eyes, beckoning you, and without thinking you move to straddle him. "Clark.." 

Clark couldn't control himself anymore, the dark desire he had barely managed to hold onto slipped from his control. As soon as you straddled him, he grabbed you and pulled you even closer to his body, his hands gripping your hips tightly. 

He panted, his breathing coming out in ragged gasps, his blue eyes locked on yours. "God, you kill me" he groaned. His muscles were tense, his body nearly trembling under your touch.

"Clark," you begin rocking your hips against his, body aching for more of his touch. "I *need* you.. I *want* you..." 

Clark's breathing was heavy and ragged as he felt you rocking your hips against him. The feel of you, the sounds you made, it was driving him insane, and his already thin control snapped. 

His hands gripped your hips, holding you tightly. He needed you just as much, more than you could ever know. 

"You don't know what you do to me," he groaned in a deep, rough voice, his eyes darkened with desire.

Clark's mind was clouded with desire, his thoughts consumed with you. His hands gripped your hips tighter as you continued to rock against him. The low moan he let out sounded almost feral, his control of his inner self slipping. 

"Say it again," he growled desperately, needing to hear your pleas. "Say you want me."

"I want you, Clark, please." You pull your shirt off, freeing your breasts to his hungry gaze, hands moving to pull at his clothes.

Clark's eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the sight of you, his breath leaving him in a low curse. Your words drove him further, made him lose more control, his mind going black. 

He allowed you to pull at his clothes, his own hands ripping at the fabric, trying to get his shirt off as quickly as possible. He ached for you and needed to feel your bare skin on his.

You press your bare chest to his, skin to skin, as you slide out of your bottoms. Your lips press against his chest as you move down his body, leaving wet kisses behind, only stopping once you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. 

Clark's mind was nothing but a dark, clouded haze of desire and want. His body was on fire, every touch from you sending sparks down his spine. He let out a low, rough moan as he felt your lips against his skin, the kisses making him shiver. 

When you reached his waistband, he could barely hold back the sound he made, his heart racing in his chest. He tried to control his strength, to keep from bucking and pressing into your touch and mouth.

"Is this okay?" you whisper, nose brushing against his hard-on through the fabric of his pants. 

Clark's breath was ragged and unsteady, his chest rising and falling heavily. He could hardly form a coherent thought, his mind consumed with the feeling of you against him. 

When you moved down and spoke, he almost saw stars, every part of him tensed and shivered. "God, yes," he groaned, his fingers clenching the sheets beneath him.

You pull his remaining clothes away, eyes widened at the sight of his length, something you've imagined time and time again. But your imagination is nothing compared to the real thing. You wrap both hands around his hardness, leaning forward to kiss his tip.

Clark's breath hitches as you kiss his tip, his eyes closing tightly as his body responds to your touch. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive with anticipation. His grip on the sheets tightens as you begin to stroke him, your touch tentative yet eager. 

He opens his eyes to watch you, his chest heaving with every stroke, and whispers, "God, you're so beautiful." His voice is hoarse with passion, and he can't help but reach out to trace the curve of your bare shoulder, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

Encouraged by his words, you begin to stroke him more confidently, feeling the velvet steel of his manhood in your hand. Your eyes never leave his as you lean in closer, your breath hot against him. Your hand works in tandem with your mouth, taking him in inch by inch, his moans of pleasure spurring you on.

The sensation of your wet lips and the gentle pressure of your tongue send waves of desire through Clark's body. He watches as you take control, his eyes dark with need, his breathing becoming erratic as you explore his most intimate part. His hand moves to the back of your head, not pushing but rather guiding you, urging you deeper.

Your mouth is warm and wet, a stark contrast to the cool air in the room. His cock twitches and pulses in your hand and mouth, and he can't help but let out a low groan, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. The pleasure is almost unbearable, his self-control hanging by a thread as you continue to drive him wild.

The room is filled with the sweet sounds of your passionate exploration, the rustle of the sheets, and the occasional gasp as you hit that perfect spot. Clark's muscles tighten and he feels himself getting closer to the edge, but he doesn't want it to end. He wants to savor every moment of this newfound intimacy with you.

Yet, the pressure builds and he knows he can't hold out much longer. With a final groan, he lets go, filling your mouth with his warmth as his body arches off the bed, lost in the intensity of his release. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you stronger than it's ever been.

You pull back, a smear of him on your lips, looking up at him with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. You've never done this before, but the way his eyes are looking at you, the way his chest is heaving, tells you that you've done something incredibly right.

Clark's eyes are filled with a mix of love and lust, his hand still on the back of your head. He pulls you up to kiss you deeply, tasting himself on your lips, the salty sweetness mingling with your own flavor. 

The kiss is passionate and hungry as if he's trying to devour you whole. His other hand slides down your back, cupping your ass and pulling you closer, his hard length still pressed against your stomach.

The intensity of the moment is palpable, the air thick with desire. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, his breath mingling with yours as your tongues dance together. This is a turning point, a moment that changes everything between the two of you, and it's only just begun.

As you kiss, the tension in the room builds again, the desire between you two a palpable force. You feel a new urgency in Clark's touch, his hands roaming over your body with a gentle yet demanding need. 

You respond eagerly, your own hands exploring every inch of his bare skin, tracing the contours of his muscles. Breaking the kiss, you lean back, panting, and whisper, "I need more of you, Clark." He nods, his eyes smoldering, and gently lays you back on the bed. 

His kisses follow a trail down your neck, your chest, and towards your thighs. With a gentle nudge, he opens your legs and kisses the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his breath hot against your sex. 

Your body responds instantly, your core tightening in anticipation. The touch of his tongue against your clit sends a shockwave through you, making you arch off the bed. His movements are deliberate and skilled as if he's known your body's secrets all along, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. 

You grip the sheets, biting down on your lower lip to muffle your cries of pleasure. Clark's eyes never leave yours, his gaze filled with love and unbridled desire as he brings you to the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced.

[woogilicious]

cooking stream ꒰ yunho ꒱

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pairing: streamer!yunho x gn!reader. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ word count: 1.05k words. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ genre: fluff. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings: hate comment, protective yunho, subtle flirting. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ first part: offline messages. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ a.n: got suggestions from my friend that i should do a part two to this so... enjoy <3

"Okay," Yunho says, pressing his palms together pretending to be serious, "first rule of cooking with me―don't question the chef."

You raise an eyebrow at him, holding up the kimchi container. "You mean don't question the guy who once set off his smoke alarm trying to microwave a boiled egg?"

The chat instantly floods with laughing emotes and chaos.

hamsterteeth3: lmao don't expose him like that y/n pls xghe99: can't wait to hear this married couple fight

Yunho lets out a dramatic gasp. "First of all, I didn't do that on purpose, it was supposed to be an experiment. And second―" he leans toward the camera, voice dropping to a fake whisper, "―I won't invite you to my stream again."

"You invited me!" you laugh, nudging his shoulder. "You literally begged me to come to your first IRL stream."

"I didn't beg," he mutters.

You just smile at him, because yeah, he did. And it was kinda cute.

You and Yunho move around the kitchen with surprising ease. He's mostly doing the chopping (badly), and you're trying to make sure he doesn't cut off his fingers. The plan is to make kimchi fried rice. Simple, comforting food type of dish. Plus, you've both eaten enough takeout lately to make a home-cooked meal feel like a small miracle.

The chat is still thriving, filled with emotes and inside jokes from long-time viewers. It feels so nostalgic, like the early days―before the fame, the chaos.

"Okay, time for eggs," Yunho says brightly, opening the fridge.

You glance at the camera, then at him. "You did buy eggs, right?"

"I..." he trails off, bending down to check.

There's a long pause.

You turn to the camera. "Guys, he forgot the eggs."

The chat explodes, making fun of Yunho.

Yunho closes the fridge slowly. "So, uh... kimchi fried rice... no egg?"

You shake your head, laughing. "This is a disaster."

"Hey, it's just an egg. I bet you the rice itself tastes amazing!" he corrects.

You're both still grinning when a new comment pops up on screen, this one in bold font―probably a high tier member or something.

But this time, your smile falters.

dogbackwards: y/n is so annoying lol why do you keep inviting them? they're just clout-chasing now that you're famous

There's a second of silence.

You stand still.

And Yunho... Yunho sees it.

Your instinct is to laugh it off, to brush it aside like you always do. But Yunho steps closer to the monitor, eyes narrowed, mouth tight. The soft, goofy smile is completely gone.

"Alright," he says, voice low and cold. "Let's get one thing straight."

"If you think you can come on my stream and talk shit about someone who's literally been here since the beginning, you can get the fuck out."

You blink. He never curses on stream.

"I don't care if you're a subscriber, a tier three member, or if you drop fifty gifted every week. You're not entitled to disrespect my friend. Y/N isn't some random guest I picked up for views, they're the reason this channel exists in the first place."

You try to cut in, "Yunho, it's fine―" but he shakes his head.

"No. It's not." He looks straight at the camera, jaw clenched. "If you think Y/N is annoying, then fucking leave. Unfollow. Block me. I don't need any negativity or support from someone who thinks tearing other people down makes them important."

pawpew: HE SAID WHAT HE SAID dejavumonkey3777: protect y/n at all cost! pointyfishiessss: get out of here dogbackwards!

You're still frozen, wide-eyed, fingers curled around the countertop.

Slowly, Yunho turns back to you, voice softening. "Sorry, I just―I'm not gonna let anyone talk to you like that."

You blink at him, trying to brush off the sudden swell in your throat. "You know I don't care what people say."

"I care," he says. "I care a lot."

And that's the part that makes you look away―because the way he says it doesn't feel like just caring.

You finish plating the food, setting two mismatched bowls on the counter. The kimchi fried rice is steaming, glistening slightly from the sesame oil and bits of crispy rice stuck to the bottom—Yunho’s accidental masterpiece. You hand him a pair of chopsticks and grab your own.

"Moment of truth," you say, lifting a spoonful.

"Be honest," he warns, already blowing on a bite, "but not too honest. I’m emotionally fragile."

You laugh, taking a bite, and immediately blink in surprise. "Wait. This is actually good?"

Yunho looks smug as he chews. "You doubted me."

"I always doubt you."

"And yet here you are," he says, gesturing to the rice, "feasting on my food."

You nudge his bowl with your chopsticks. "You forgot the egg, genius."

"But I added extra kimchi to make up for it."

You can’t help but smile as you take another bite. The flavors are simple, comforting. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s familiar. Warm like an old memory. Or maybe that’s just what it feels like sitting here next to him again, after all the distance.

Yunho leans back slightly, watching you with a small, unreadable smile. "It tastes better because you’re here."

You nearly choke. "What?"

"I’m serious," he shrugs, picking at a piece of rice. "Feels like the old days. Just… nicer now."

You glance at the camera. The stream’s still live, chat still active, but for a second, the world narrows to just the two of you at this tiny counter, sharing burnt rice and low-key confessions.

"You’re getting sentimental," you tease, even though your voice is quieter now.

He nudges your foot under the table. "You bring it out of me."

You pause for a second, gaze dropping to your bowl. You try not to think too hard about how soft his voice got, or how long his eyes linger when you’re not looking. Instead, you focus on the food.

"Okay, I’ll admit it," you say eventually. "This is kinda the best fried rice I’ve had."

Yunho lights up like you just gave him an award. "See? Say thank you to Chef Jeong."

"You’re annoying."

"And yet—" he tilts his head toward you, eyes shining "—you’re still here."

And just like that, your heart is warm again.

This time, it’s not just the food.

[wcters]

YOUR RELATIONSHIP

pairing: will lenney (willne) x fem!reader

summary: an overview of what your relationship with will would look like

request: hey love! obsessed with your writing!! could you do a dating willne headcannons like you did for arthur hill and tv xx

warnings/contents: swearing, sexual innuendos

author’s note: you are so nice 😚 you know i can, and here it is !!!! i do not watch will as much as the other so it may not be as realistic as the others so i apologize 🤍

- you first meet each other at a party im 2022

- you had been a friend of bambino becky’s for YEARS and she invited you to go with her

- usually you declined but this time you said why not 🤷‍♀️ and went

- #girlintuition you know?

- that was the night you ended up meeting will

- kind of cliche actually, the party was held in a bar rented out by one of the sidemen

- you had gone up to get a drink and while there, will literally bumped into you

- had a little chat while you each were waiting for your drinks, you thought he was cute and completely forgot to get his number

- you went back to becky and told her about the guy you met and she didn’t tell you she knew who he was, but did have a mischievous grin on her face

- you didn’t talk again that night but kept staring at each other from across the bar

- becky being the genius she is texted will your number the next day, telling him to text you

- he did, you responded, and ended up planning a date

- it really just went from there until you started dating

- your relationship is FILLED with banter

- people love the way you act together

- “so i was going on the thing-”

- “not with your fatass”

- “i KNOW you aren’t talking about me will”

- “. . . sorry”

- you are definitely the man in the relationship when it matters 🙄

- you have him wrapped around your finger

- even though he jokes, he doesn’t ever treat you bad ❤️

- dancing in the kitchen and sleepovers ALL the time ‼️

- and i don’t mean because your dating, i mean your inner teenage girls come out

- “she did not!”

- “i know right? what a bitch 🙄”

- if you aren’t living together he’ll walk you home or to your car

- says it’s because he wants to keep you safe (which he does) but its also because he doesn’t want to leave you

- constantly arguing (jokingly . . .) with james about who’s boyfriend he actually is

- “mate, i’ve know him longer!”

- “yeah, and i’m the one that shags him!”

- “that you know of”

- “james marriott, i swear to god ━━”

- practically a third wheel in your own relationship 😔😔

- it’s okay, you’ll steal something from james (otto)

- CONSTANTLY stealing will’s clothes

- he can’t find something? you are either wearing it or it’s in your laundry bin

- “babe? have you seen my black adidas hoodie?”

- “no . . .”

- “is that it on you right now?”

- “maybe?”

- matching outfits !!!!!

- and you know they eat every time 😌

- featuring in quadrant merch shoots by yourself and together

- matching quadrant fits to support your boy and his company

- if you are going to a formal event you match his tie to your dress if you can

- getting compliments from all the girls because you all lift each other up

- hanging out with the other girls and chattin’ shit about your men

- you are friends will a lot of the uk girlfriends

- sometimes act as a wingwoman for some of the boys

- being the confident bitch you are 💅

- them asking for clothing and relationship advice if they aren’t confident in something

- you are a sister or mother figure to them when they can’t ask their own

- “y/n does this look good?”

- “yes chris, she will love it”

- “y/n do you know how long to cook pasta for?”

- “arthur you are 25 years old why do you not know how to cook pasta?”

- “i’m a singer, not a chef”

- “i’m hanging up”

- loving everything about will (including his friends but don’t tell them that, they get too cocky 🙄)

- being in love with his mullet specifically

- but i mean, who isn’t honestly?

- you just have the urge to go feral and jump him 🤤

- ESPECIALLY when it’s after he’s just woken up in the morning

- someone better hold you back ‼️

- you have your favourited videos on tiktok public and it’s just him . . . all of its him

- you’ve also been caught in the comments and likes

- you never miss an edit of your man, you always lurking 👀

- he’s always thinking of you too

- although there isn’t as many edits of you as there is of him, he still makes sure to like and save them

- sometimes sends them to you

- in the videos he does with james where they review products, he’ll bring something home to you that he think you’ll like 

- definitely brought home the condoms from that own video 😉

- and they were used

- you spend a lot of time of bed in your relationship

- not inherently sexual, you are both big cuddlers (as much as will hates to admit it)

- when you are away for awhile from each other when the other gets back you’ll have a day dedicated to just chilling in bed and catching up

- sunlight streaming in, television playing low in the background, both of you cuddled up

- will likes to be big spoon most of the time and you like little spoon but if he’s stressed out you’ll be big spoon

- helps him ground himself and you like taking care of him ❤️

- you take care of him when he’s sick 🤧

- you know how men act like their dying when they have a tiny cold? that’s will

- doesn’t even have a fever, just a runny nose and a cough and he swears he sees the gates of hell

- you are so used to it at this point you ignore it/block it out

- not in a rude way but you block it out, just nod and agree

- “y/n i think i’m dying. like seriously”

- “you aren’t will, it’s just a cold”

- “i think i have tuberculosis or whatever that shit’s called”

- “okay will” 🙄

- he’s a big baby and a giant teddy bear

- wants you with him when you can

- obviously every relationship there needs space and you have that but when you get home? he’s got you in a bear hug

- “missed you”

- “i went to the grocery store” 🤨

- you are with him for all his big accomplishments

- running with him when he’s practicing for his video running 1 meter every day, but every day it doubles ❤️

- also being out there with him every day he’s running to make sure he’s okay and give moral support

- you give him a kiss and a cuddle at the end of every day

- honestly being part of his moral support for that video and all the time

- you knew he was upset when james moved away

- as much as you hated to admit it, they were soulmates in another universe and platonic ones in this one

- you get a cat so will doesn’t fill as alone and closer to james

- . . . you also just REALLY wanted a pet

- probably has some weird name like kevin but it’s a girl (shoutout to whoever understands that reference, ily 🤟🏻)

- will is one of those people (and dads) that pretends he hates the cat but treats him like gold

- gets a little too fat from all the treats he gives her

- eventually bringing kevin to meet otto and they become besties 👯‍♀️

- you take care of otto sometimes when james is on tour

- speaking of which, you go with will to james’ shows

- know all the words, loudest voice in the room 💅

- you look iconic, jumping around and singing with a beer in your hand that you don’t spill ONCE

- you also go with will to f1 races sometimes

- the first time you went was a dream come true because you’d been a fan of f1 since you were a little girl but never actually got the chance to see a race 🏎️

- will made it the best experience ever for you, going all out for the passes and hotel room

- if you weren’t in love with him before (which you were), you DEFINITELY loved him then

- he remembered all the little details in the stories you told him

- he does that a lot of the time

- “got the crisps you like”

- “how did you know i liked them?”

- “you mentioned them a couple weeks ago”

- “in passing? you noticed?”

- “‘course i did” can’t believe you didn’t think he would

- you just didn’t remember until that moment

- just so nonchalant about doing things to show he appreciates you

- you also are like that, but will’s better at noticing things

- you’ll refill his body wash without him mentioning it or getting things he told you he would like to try

- just the definition of love you two are ❤️

- never settle for less than a relationship like will and y/n ‼️

[boobertronian]

Conventional Gym

Eunbi x 2 Trainers

Continuation of previous chapters

Proofread by @vorrentis

Word counts : 10832 words

All works are fiction

ENJOY !!

Eunbi: "Wait a sec, hiii Karina !!!”

Karina: "Omg Eunbi-unnie!!! What are you doing here ?? Are you having class as well?"

Eunbi: "Yes I do actually! Glad we’re having the same session though, and same studio too!"

Karina: "Yayyyy!!! I'm sorry I never really chatted to you much during music shows and such and we rarely had any comebacks together … but hey we’re here now!! We should go somewhere together after class!"

Eunbi: "Yes we should!! We can go to the market and grab some food and .. how about at my place?"

Karina: "Sounds good unnie !!”

Instructor : "Alright everyone! Let’s start our class today !!”

An hour later…

Eunbi, sipping on the water : "That was one hell of a session … wow that was quite tiring!"

Karina: "But unnie you executed the poses and exercises well!"

Eunbi: "Thanks Karina!! Ok, let’s stretch a bit then go, we should pass by my house! I have some food there but couldn’t finish alone so hopefully you won’t mind?"

Karina: "Of course!! I won’t deny food hehe, I'm a big eater anyway!"

A few hours later, at Eunbi’s apartment

Eunbi: "And voila! Welcome to my place!"

Karina: "Wow it’s so cozy!!”

Eunbi: "Come on in!! Hopefully you don’t mind my little place!"

Karina: "Woah Unnie this is too nice!! I love it, really my type of house!"

Eunbi: “Thank you!! I like to keep it as cozy as possible! For me and my little Geumbi!”

Geumbi runs out and sniffs into Karina’s feet, makes her tickles

Karina: "Sooo cute! I should get a puppy too! My fortune teller told me I'll be fit with a puppy!! Shall we get started on the meal?”

Eunbi: “Yeah, let’s see, you can help me cut off some veggies, and prepare for our table!"

Karina: "I'm down!"

The two start prepping for their meals, cooking quite a feast and started to enjoy their homemade meal.

Karina: "Unnie this is good! Damn we’re so good at this haha! Man I can have you as my chef!"

Eunbi: "Haha, oh well, I'm not that good with cooking anyway, but thank you!"

Karina: "Nahhhh unnie your cooking skills are way better than mine!"

The two enjoyed their food, with Geumbi also being playful, runs around the table making both of them laughs out loud.

For a moment later, after they finished their main courses, they moved onto a smaller coffee table near the sofa, and enjoy their desserts.

Karina: "Man Unnie even the dessert is good! How did you do it?"

Eunbi: "Oh thanks! It’s some tips from my mom and my Izone members, I miss them :pout: "

Karina: "Awww, I miss my members too whenever I'm doing solo endeavors! But hopefully you can spend more time with them soon!"

Eunbi: "I need to! But anyway, Karina, you’re doing so much solo show, and your concert, omg, and that collab with Yujin, your body is amazing!! Is it all thanks to pilates?"

Karina: "Oh actually, it’s pilates, air yoga and calisthenics unnie! I used to do a lot of strength training, later on I kinda switched it to pilates and air yoga for a long time! But after that show with Gym Jung-kook sunbaenim, I need to dive back into the strength and such, so I found out about calisthenics!"

Eunbi: "Oh my Karina you’re so athletic! I'm feeling ashamed of myself! I only do pilates now and I barely do strength training even though I have membership over his Star gym! I should be more serious about it …”

Karina: "I think pilates is good unnie! But yes if you an combine both with strength training you’ll be great!! We’re dancers so I feel like strength trainings really help us to prevent injuries and improve our joint health! My calisthenic coach HELPED me out a lot!"

Eunbi: "Oh wait a minute, did you say you do calisthenics right? am I spelling it right?"

Karina: "Yes unnie! are you … interested in it too? I can show you some moves and ask my coach … “

Eunbi: "Ohh, I'm asking you because… I heard your stories about calisthenics from Jihyo and Nayeon, but I thought I didn’t listen to the right word!"

Karina: "Ah yes Jihyo-unnie and Nayeon-unnie! yes I did tell them about it after I heard their own stories with Muay Thai!"

Eunbi: "Wait… are we .. talking about the same stories? Like … because a few days ago, I was visiting Jihyo’s place, somehow Nayeon was there too so we spent the night. And .. they told me about their “experiences” over Thailand. From what I recount they  …”

“ … had sex with multiple trainers over the facility!”

The two spoke in unison, covering their mouths in surprise.

Karina: “Oh my god! Unnie you know their stories too?  It was pretty wild for me too, because Nayeon-unnie told my little Winter, then I had to ask her again for it. It was pretty crazy they both did that!"

Eunbi: "I know right? When they told me about theirs, I was … you know, very surprised how they got away with it! And nothing made the news too! But yes it was pretty wild they had sex with multiple guys. And also … “

Karina: "Yes unnie?"

Eunbi: "They kinda told me about … your experiences too .. I'm sorry that they spilled that over for me …”

Karina: "Ah.. well, I guess Nayeon-unnie couldn’t keep the secret then, but oh well I don’t blame her, it was .. pretty hot too for me tbh hehe. As long as only people in our idols circles know it’s … fine I think .”

Eunbi: "So … Karina, you … had sex with your trainer? Over the .. calisthenics studio too?"

Karina: "And in his place too unnie, and … many times too hehe”

Eunbi: "Oh wow, really? Man that sounds … hot! But.. how did you get into that situation in the first place?"

Karina: "Well, I … read some nsfw stuffs on tumblr unnie hehe. There are quite a lot of it, especially for Kpop idols like us. I read some stories about me,  and I started to have some fantasies with it, especially the ones I read from a tumblr name boobetronian about me having sex in a gym, so therefore… I was daring and gave it a try hehe. I think… you and I are one of those idols who’s having LOTS of nsfw smuts lol, especially… well, for you unnie, your waterbomb performances, your popularity just gone straight up on that community for fan fictions and nsfw for sure .”

Eunbi: "Oh really? I.. heard of fan fictions but nsfw fan fictions for us? Well, I guess I don’t use internet that often then lol. So you… read a story and then .. you have sex with your trainer? Kinda like … inspirations?"

Karina: "Yes unnie, you can say that ~~. I actually got a lucky shot with my trainer because it was an empty day hehe. I admit that I did get there to train calisthenics since I was curious, I didn’t even think the sex went THAT well ~~. My trainer he was AMAZING in both his calisthenics skills and … sorry I say this but, he fucked me goooood hehe”

Eunbi: "Oh wow, I never thought you would be that … experimental hehe. But oh well, I guess you had a great time.”

Karina: "Unnie, between us two, did you … ever have sex hehe”

Eunbi (giggles ) : "Well .. yes hehe, I did have some fun, why you ask?"

Karina: "Did you … ever have sex somewhere else beside your own place? Or someone else place?"

Eunbi: "Well yes, I had some of my … fun times over waterbombs, some between my comebacks, some over my vacations hehe. They were mostly flings, so I don’t meet those guys anymore, but why did you ask all of sudden?”

Karina: "After you heard my stories and such, you.. ever feel like doing it at the gym or such ~~?”

Eunbi ;"I never did that before, I only had sex in my place … or hotels, but not like a public one like that, even if it’s public only quickies not like .. full on sex like that, let alone having multiple guys. But, that does sound kinda hot though hehe, I'm … actually interested and intrigued that’s why I asked you ”

Jihyo : "Oh yes Unnie, it was hot, and even hotter if it’s unexpected too, or with strangers like that, don’t you think so?"

Eunbi: "Oh yeh hehe, but, I only do mostly Pilates though, well, can’t have that sort of thing at that one …”

Karina: "I thought you said you have have a gym membership? The one with Jong-kook sunbaenim?"

Eunbi: "Oh yes I do! But I haven’t go there for a while though, been too busy .But … you gave me an idea ”

Karina: "Well, I don’t force you to unnie, this thing is quite risky too, and beside if you’re not very into it don’t push yourself ok? But … if you do, hopefully you’ll have your own fun hehe “

Eunbi: "Well, I won’t know if I don’t try hehe, beside, the fans call me waterbomb queen anyway, I'll probably can use that for my own fun hehe”

Karina: "Oh unnie, of course you are, besides we both know how endowed we are, right?"

Eunbi: "We’re blessed.”

At star Gym…

Eunbi: "Okkayyyy so … nobody’s here… huh, I'm too early, well, I thought some people might go early but oh well … it’s 6:30 anyway, better do some stretches”

Eunbi then proceeds to the lockers to change herself.

She wears a pink sport bra with dark purple tights, looking sexy as much as she can to "Attract"Some attentions, but the plan seems to fail for now.

Eunbi: "I guess I'm gonna have to wait for a bit today, seems like it’ll be a bit more crowded later on”

Eunbi keeps on going with her routine, waiting for some new arrivals, but the gym room is still as vacant as ever, as if today isn’t an ideal time for early birds.

Eunbi: "I think my plan just failed terribly… sigh … maybe my luck surely isn’t going well like how the tarot reader been telling me, oh well, if nobody comes I'll just go home then, this idea is quite silly”

Just as Eunbi finished her thoughts, two gym bros walks through the door.

One is a Korean man, the other is a quite tall Caucasian, both looking like pro bodybuilding athletes.

Eunbi: "Ohhhhhh niceeeee hehe, looks like my luck hasn’t run out yet, but still, gotta think of something to attract them.”

As the two guys changed their clothes, Eunbi wows at their impressive physiques, similar to those guys she saw in Physical 100.

As they approach the bench press, Eunbi starts with her attraction plan.

To starts off, she tries to work on her upper body stretch, intentionally moving her upper body ups and downs in front of the mirror, stretching her chest in full.

As the guys didn’t notice her movements, she starts to do lower body mobilities, with some leg stretches and body spin, moving her booty side to side.

Even with that, the guys are still busy pumping on their bench presses, not noticing this curvy woman right in front of them.

Eunbi, feels quite dissatisfied, tries to do some jumping jacks, as her tits bounce beautifully and heavily through each hops, then moving on to high knee taps and butt kickers, all with the intention of body jiggling as much as possible.

She even tries to do some rope skipping, but none of it could catch a single glimpse from the guys.

Eunbi, feels utter disappointments while taking to herself : "Ok this is seriously not working, I'm sweating now but they didn’t even seem to look at me, let alone anything further. Oh well, since I'm already here and already quite warmed up, might just crank some sets then go home, Geumbi might’ve been waiting for me for too long if I keep wasting time here”

With that, Eunbi then grabs two small weights and start with her squat sets, proceeding on to 2-3 sets without even care if she’s catching any attention anymore.

After a while, Eunbi then starts moving onto some shoulders exercises, similar to the way her muscular Sunbae Jong-Kook showed her last time.

But, this time, she’s being a bit greedy, by taking two heavier weights on the rack : "If Karina can do this so can I, let’s go!"

But, things didn’t go well as she thought, the heavier weights seem too much for her, therefore after only a few reps, her shoulders are already tired out, and, even worst, she accidentally drops the weight down to the ground, crashes her water bottle as a result .

Eunbi, with even more disappointments, mumbling to herself : "Omg Kwon Eunbi, what is wrong with you today ??? Ughhhhh, now I have to buy another water bottle!"

All of a sudden, she startles by a voice : "Oh, excuse me, are you ok? I heard some noises and just want to check if you’re ok?"

Eunbi, turns her back and see the muscular man behind her : "Omg you scared me a bit! Phew! I'm very sorry for the noises! I just got some accident with the weights and I have to clean my place up a bit! I'm ok! I didn’t get hurt or anything, just my water bottle got ruined …”

Gym bro : "Ahhh okay, glad you’re doing fine! Btw, are you Kwon Eunbi? The Kpop idol?"

Eunbi: "Well yes I am! Nice to meet you! And you are?"

Gym bro : "The name is Donny! Nice to see you here? Are you a regular here? I've seen some celebrities going here for workouts! I saw Winter from AESPA once in a while!"

Eunbi: "I'm not as regular as I should be honestly, but I'm trying to change that! Very nice to meet you Donny! I see you’re going with your friend?"

Donny: "Yes! He’s American, he’s a close friend of mine, he’s visiting here for a week! You mind if I introduce him to you?"

Eunbi: "No problems!"

Donny (in english) : "Yo Jason! Bro, look who I met here! It’s Kwon Eunbi! The famous idol from Waterbomb!”

Jason, puts his heavy weighted barbell down, walks towards the two : "Hey yo! My name is Jason! Hope I won’t bother you miss!"

Eunbi (in english) : "Hi! Nice to meet you! My name is Eunbi! I'm very sorry my english isn’t too well …”

Jason: "No ma’am! I can hear ya perfectly! So you’re doing some workouts?"

Eunbi: "Yes I do! But I'm having a bit of a problem! I hope I didn’t interrupt yours!"

Jason: "Nah ma’am, we’re all taking our breaks, me and my bro Donny here just cranking our morning session, how about you? You do early session too?"

Eunbi: "Actually this is the first time I go this early! So it’s quiet and I like it!"

Donny: "Bro, she’s a killer! She performs super well and her musics are dope! We’re in luck meeting her dude!"

Eunbi: "Oh my thank you! I'm still having a lot to learn! Gym is something I need to improve for sure!"

Donny: "Dope! You need some help with exercises? Me and Jason here can help you out! We’re not too busy anyway!"

Jason: "Yehh!!! Everything for a good gym culture “ bumps fist with donny

Eunbi: "Oh thank you!! If you don’t mind, I do need help with spotting for some of my exercises, if you can … well .. can you help me check on my forms? I'm still a bit not too careful on that, would be good if there’s someone to help me!"

Jason: "Well yes ma’am! We can workout together if you like!"

Donny: "We’re happy to help one of Kpop most talented, hell yeh!"

Eunbi: "Omg you’re making me shy now with all the compliments! And btw, you can just call me Eunbi is fine!"

Jason: "Alrighty Eunbi what do you need help with? We can give you demos and help ya out!"

Eunbi: "I kinda want to do a full body today! I got some recommendations with Squat Press, Seated Cable Row and Incline Dumbbell press! I would love to have someone check on my forms and such!"

Donny: "Will do, me and my bro Jason been personal coaches for a while, so today your lessons are free of charge !!”

Eunbi: "Let’s go!"

The three then move to the closest dumbbell racks. Once Jason gives Eunbi two small dumbbells, he starts to get into position for his demo.

"Alright Eunbi, we’ll start to get into the normal squat position, stay balance with your feet shoulder-with apart ok? Hold those pair of dumbbells at shoulder height with an overhand grip, palms facing forward, just like how I do!" Jason keeps on talking while explaining to Eunbi:

Eunbi: "Got it!"

Jason: "Sweet! Okay so now engage your core, start lowering yourself down to the squat position like how we do air squat, chest up, keep a neutral spine. Don’t go too deep now for the squat, just keep it 90 degree parallel to the ground. As you rise up press the dumbbells overhead of your shoulders, arms fully extended! Now give it a try! This one will targets your full body, from quads, hamstrings, glutes, shoulders, and core, so it’s a great one!"

Eunbi: "Oh cool! I did this last time but been a while I did it, so this would help me back to it! Alright I'm gonna give it my best!"

Donny: "Control your movement okay Eunbi? Go slow, don’t rush!"

Jason: "Ok Eunbi gimme a 12! 1! 2! 3! 4! That’s it core engage, slow and control! 5! 6 !7! Keep it up! 9! 10! 11! 12! Alright first set!"

Eunbi: "What do you think?"

Jason: "Not too bad! there are some bits we need to fix with your butt winks and also your movements, sometimes you move up a bit fast your forms were losing a bit! so how about one more set!"

Donny: "We can help you to record the vid so we can all check!"

Eunbi: "No problem! Let’s go!"

Eunbi then restarts her new set, this time a bit more properly.

When she squats down then raises her body for the presses, her tits are bouncing slightly up and down with her tight tank top.

At first it wasn’t as noticeable, but the more reps she does, the more her tits bounce to the movements, leaving both Donny and Jason widen their eyes.

Her butt also curve through the squat and  her tight pants even make the cheeks look better, as if the entire exercise was made to showcase her best assets.

At first it wasn’t as noticeable, but the more reps she does, the more her tits bounce to the movements, leaving both Donny and Jason widen their eyes.

Jason: "Damn, those bounces are crazy, defying gravity at this point .. must be the most bouncy I've ever seen .. and that ass...wheww ”

Donny: "Shit, can’t believe one day I can see those jiggle right in front of me ... those fan cams are nothing compared to this ..”

Jason: “ 7! 8! 9 !10! Two more! 11! 12! Alrighty that was better! You’re getting it Eunbi! Better forms for sure! Some little adjustments and you’re good for this one! Watch out when you squat more ok? Don’t go too deep at this point yet!"

Eunbi: "Yayyy! Thanks coach! Can we move onto the next one?"

Donny: "Let’s go! this time lemme show you instead! Let’s get to that bench over there!"

Donny quickly runs to drag the bench a bit closer with his strength.

His big arms pulls the entire bench through the floor like it was nothing, impresses Eunbi along the way .

Eunbi, sipping her water in full excitement while thinking to her self : "Holy damn, those muscle veins, these two are a REAL treat today! wonder if they’re also good at THAT too hehe”

Donny then preps up with some dumbbells and start to explain:

"Alright Eunbi here’s how you’re gonna do some incline bench press: first you pick up the dumbbells off the floor, no matter how heavy they are, just like how I do here using a neutral grip. Then position the ends of the dumbbells in your hip crease, and sit down on the edge of this bench right here “

Eunbi: "Oh sweet!"

Donny: "Once you had all that, lay back and keep the weights close to your chest. Once you are in position, take a deep breath, and press the dumbbells to lockout at the top. Do this carefully if not you might drop the dumbbells on your pretty face!"

Eunbi: "Will do coach!"

Donny: "Then next, you slowly lower the dumbbells, close to around the level of your chest, with control ok? don’t rush on this one too. Everything just take it slow and controlled as possible, then push the dumbbells up to the starting position like this! Remember to keep your shoulder blades together and  hold tight to the dumbbells ok? Don’t arch your back too much too!"

Jason: “ Give it a go Eunbi!"

Eunbi: "Oki dokie!"

Eunbi then grabs on two dumbbells and replicates the movements.

Once she lean her back to the bench, her big tits protrude out to the air, arching up a bit.

Her arms while pushing up the dumbbells, pressing her tits together in each reps as she breathes in and out.

“1! 2! 3! 4! Steady! 5! 6! 7! Stay in your form Eunbi! 8! 9! 10! Two more! 11! 12! First set! Not a bad one!" Donny counts out loud while spotting her elbows with his hands.

Eunbi: "Ok that one was harder than I thought but did I do ok?"

Donny: "Not bad Eunbi, still some adjustments but yep not too bad!"

Jason: "We can go two more sets so you can see some improvements!"

Eunbi: "Alrighty! Let me have my small break then we’ll continue!"

Donny then walks up to Jason who’s pretending to stay on his phone : "Shit dude did you see that? Her tits arch up like crazy. I stands behind her and I couldn’t stop looking at those huge things!"

Jason: "Oh hell yeh bro, I was shocked with that arch too. Fuck man she’s ginormous, I had to held myself a lot more than you think!"

While the bros are quietly chatting to each other, Eunbi smirks at them from afar : “Lol these two, they think I didn’t see their peeks? Jeez, they were literally stare at my breasts like a target. Oh boy they’re gonna get some more of that for sure.“

Eunbi: "Hey guys, shall we start again?"

The two kept on helping Eunbi finishing her sets by grabbing heavier dumbbells for her, once again spotting her with the same movements.

The heavier weights do make her struggle a bit more, sweats are forming in her forehead, her eyes are squinting a bit.

Her tits are still protruding up proudly with the presses, albeit more visible with a bit more arch.

Her breathings are harder every reps, her tits are squishing with every presses, while Donny and Jason are doing their best to both helping her and peeking at her giant tits as if they’re looking at an artwork.

Donny: "Ok 1! 2! 3! 4! Good! 5! 6! 7! 8! 4 more! 9! 10! Two more! 11! 12! That’s great Eunbi! You strived through!"

Eunbi: "That was heavier! Didn’t think I could pull through those last reps!"

Jason: "You’re doing fine Eunbi! At least you could hold the dumbbells pretty properly, some of my previous clients they could barely even do it, their arms were shaking so much! you’re doing VERY FINE! Even better at least you didn’t accidentally drop the wight on yourself too, oof, I got a handful of that back then!"

Eunbi: "Ouch! That sounds painful … but hey, we have one more exercise, shall we go?"

Two trainers : "After you ma’am!"

The three head to the cable row machine, then Eunbi proceeds to sit on the seat right away.

Jason: "Oh this one you don’t need us to do demo?"

Eunbi: "Ohh this one I'm familiar with so I think you’re only need to check my forms! I'm pretty used to this one but my forms might be in trouble!"

Donny: "That’s why we’re here yo! Let’s go!"

Eunbi then starts her position, she grasps the bar with a neutral grip, then pulls her  shoulder blades back, squeeze and pauses for a bit and then slowly lowers the weight back to the starting position. Her chest and back proudly straighten upright, every time she pulls the handle to her stomach it touches the underside of her tits, and she repeats that for reps.

Jason (thinking ): "Fuck! that handle touches her tits like touching a soft pillow wth! It’s fucking mesmerizing!"

Donny (thinking to himself too) : "Ah shit goddamn it, If that’s my hands I'll probably won’t even let go! Those are the softest tits I've ever let my eyes on! That’s too good!"

Donny: “ 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! Awesome! 7! 8! 9! 10! Almost there! 11! 12! Perrrrfeccttt!"

Eunbi: "Oh wow perfect? dang, did I do good!"

Jason: "Oh this one your form is nice!!! No slouching whatsoever, clean movements, even do the reps slowly too! this one is your best one so far !

Eunbi is smiling while having thoughts : "Oh of course I did, my tits are too good for this  exercise lol, I even intended to make the bar touches my tits even more. These dudes are just too horny now, maybe it’s time to go with THAT PLAN!"

Eunbi: "So guys! I feel like I can do more sets! What do you think?"

Jason :  "Oh hell yeh, let’s go Eunbi! We can do these together!"

Eunbi: "I'm game!! Let’s get PUMPED !!!”

After a long session of workout…

Eunbi: "Oh wow! I think this is the heaviest I've ever been working with weights!! Thanks so much guys!! “

Jason: "Anything for a great gym culture! And also, a pretty lady!"

Donny: "Anything you want us to show you more Eunbi? We have time!"

Eunbi: "Actually, do you mind if I go to my locker a bit? I wanna take something and I'll be back!"

While Eunbi walks to the locker, Donny quietly chat with Jason

Donny: "Shiettt Dude,  that was fucking hot !!”

Jason: "YEPPPPP !!”

Donny: "Her curves man, they’re… sooo curvy dude! Her tits, her thighs her butt! Goddamn man she looks even better than I saw her on fancams dude!"

Jason: "Shiet man for real !!!”

Donny: "See! I told you she’s fuckin hot but you didn’t believe me bro! Now you owe me something haha!”

Jason: "lol bro, you’re one sly dog! But man, if I can see those tits naked my boner would go even harder than when we helped her back then!"

Donny: "Oh shit she’s coming back! Act natural bro!"

Eunbi walks out of the locker and runs towards them, making her big tiddies juggle hard. Jason and Donny have to calm themselves as much as they can, but they accidentally blurt out : "Fuck”

Eunbi: "Sorry guys!! Took me a while for that! Did you wait for long?"

Both : "Oh no absolutely not!"

Donny: "Actually Eunbi, we were talking about … your performances at Waterbomb!”

Jason: "Yehhh, you were great there! Go Eunbi!"

Eunbi: "Haha thanks guys! Everyone seems to LOVE my performances for sooooo many reasons, well, actually tbh they mostly cared about one reason only …”

Donny: "Oh … what’s that one reason?"

Eunbi, quietly whisper : "It’s my breasts, that’s all they cared tbh, I love my performances but yehhhh I think that’s mostly what they really cared lol”

Jason: "Well, I think you look hot nonetheless Eunbi!"

Eunbi: "Hehe thanks guys, well, tbh, since you guys helped me a lot today, do you want some … fan service?"

Donny: "Oh damnnn, what fan service? Are you .. gonna dance for us? Or we’ll do dance challenge with you?"

Eunbi: "Actually… this is WAY BETTER hehe, come closer and I'll tell you!"

As Jason and Donny approach closer to Eunbi, bend themselves down abit to her, she whispers quietly with her sweet voice : "I can show you guys… my boobs, but you have to keep quiet and also… keep it a secret for me … if you do that, I can even let you take pics of them or … you can touch them hehe”

Jason and Donny, couldn’t believe what they just heard, asking her again just to make sure Jason: "Oh shit, what? For real? We can see your boobs? Like right here?"

Donny: "Damn, you’re gonna really show us your boobs?”

Eunbi: "Yes, as a way to repay you two, but not right here hehe, we can go to somewhere more secluded, how about the lockers hehe, it’s a bit safer there too.“

Donny and Jason: "fuck yeh!"

Eunbi then giggles a bit, then all three of them rush themselves quickly to the lockers, not without making sure there’s nobody even the CCTV could see them go together, as they have to let Eunbi goes in first.

Jason: "Eunbi you in there? Can we come in?"

Eunbi: "Yes, hurry!"

Donny and Jason, like having teleportation power, quickly get inside the secluded part of the lockers where Eunbi been standing there waiting.

Eunbi then tells them to sit down to the bench then slowly, she pulls down her sports bra just to tease them. Eunbi then takes one hand, pulls out her left tit, showing them her nipple, then follow with the other side, with both her nipples pop out of her top.

Eunbi: "So guys, what do you think?"

Donny: "Holy shit!!”

Jason: "Damn nice pairs you got there!”

Eunbi: "Hehe I know, I have some of the best pairs of tits in Kpop, I can give it extra bounces if you like!"

Eunbi then proceed dance to her Underwater and Sabotage choreos.

With each choreo, she makes sure she doesn’t hesitate to curves her body a bit more than the usual choreo, even use some hand movements to grab her tits, squeeze it with each hand.

Even more naughty, she intentionally uses her palms to run all over her skin-tight clothes, making the two guys hype up with cheers like they’re in a strip joint.

In a matter of seconds, the two gym bros stand up to the feet.

Both then strip off their tank tops, showing their pectoral muscles and 6 packs.

Eunbi, shocked a bit from their actions, suddenly stops her dances and asks : "uhh … guys? What… what’s going on ?? Why you remove your top ??”

Donny: "Damn it Eunbi, you’re just so hot and such, and you even dance to use with your tits are popping out like that, we seriously couldn’t control ourselves… “

Jason: "Yehhhhh, look at your tits Eunbi, those pairs are so nice and bouncy, how can we even calm down seeing that ??”

Eunbi, cracks a smile while thinking : "Ah haa, yess, finally, they’re not just noticing but turned on like that, I did it! Maybe now the real workouts will begin! I hope nobody will interrupt my time here because I've been waiting this whole morning for this!"

Donny: "Well .. you see .. we … actually did notice about you .. but well we were afraid you think we’re stalkers or being gym creep, so we didn’t dare to say, we don’t wanna end up on Joey Swoll hate list ..”

Jason: "Yehhhh Eunbi, man, we like you and your body but mannnn we bros don’t wanna ruin the gym culture …”

Eunbi laughs ,covering her mouth : "Omg haha, you two are such characters you know, but … oh well, at least now you noticed me, what … do you want more from me hehe, obviously my boobs for sure but … anything else? Hehe”

Donny: "Well since you asked, do you mind if … we can touch your tits now?"

Jason: "Annndd .. since nobody’s here… would you mind if we touch other parts of your body too?"

Eunbi: "Well … since you’re being quite polite about it hehe, of course you can.”

Eunbi then climbs up to locker’s bench, invites the two to come closer.

Donny, goes in first, letting his hand grabs his onto Eunbi’s left tit, moving his fingers over her nipples to stimulate while his tongue prepares for some sucking motion.

Jason, on the right side, does the same thing as his fellow bro, dives right into her right tit and suck it hard.

Eunbi stands there, her legs shake a bit, her mouth gasps for air at the sudden “attacks" From the bros, she enjoys every second of it.

For a moment on, the two kept on sucking her beautiful tits, with Eunbi grabs onto their heads to hold some balance.

Donny, feels the stakes are getting higher, move his right hand long her backside, grabbing an amount of her curvy butt, making Eunbi shakes a bit more.

Jason gets the idea from his fellow, does the same thing, but then he sudden move his hand along her abs, runs it along her crotch, while his other hand enjoys her hamstring and a bit of her thighs.

Feeling Jason’s fingers run on the outside of her pussy lips, Eunbi starts to pant harder, forming louder moans as a sign of her pleasures.

Seeing Eunbi is quite having the time of her life, Jason and Donny, still taking care of her lower body, look at each other a bit, both are nodding their heads like they’re about to do something to pick up her hype.

And so, Jason, with a smooth move, put his big hand into Eunbi’s tight pants, reaching into her vagina walls, while from the back, Donny crawls his hand to her butt crack, feeling her soft butt and a hint of her anus.

Eunbi suddenly bends her body a bit from the entrances, speaks out while breathing hard : "Oh shit … fuckk .. you too … fuck .. your hands are big … oh my god I can feel your hands … reaching my walls …”

Jason: "Yeh? You like it Eunbi? My hands are gonna make you feel very good, I can feel some wetness here already! Your vagina is amazingly soft Eunbi!"

Donny: "Hell yeh!! Damnn, your butt curves are amazing Eunbi, and wheww that tiny hole of yours, it crunches a bit when my fingers touch it!"

Eunbi, blushes a bit from their words, still does her best to hang tight on their shoulders.

She’s getting more messy as the bros keep fingering her lower parts, she didn’t plan to be touched like this, but now, everything is like a fever dream to her.

As a result, Eunbi couldn’t hold onto her orgasm anymore.

She then squirts out to the bros hands, making a huge damp around her crotch area, moans out in the sweetest but also erotic part of her voice.

As the two bros remove their hands from her tight, all wet from her cum, they then help her lower down to the bench, face reddened a bit, but she’s able to opens up a smile to them.

Donny: "Damnnn Eunbi, you cum onto our hands!! Damn girl you’re dirty!"

Jason: "She came a lot too bro, look at my hand, all wet with her juice! Can’t believe we just made Waterbomb queen came to us!"

Eunbi, regains her breath a bit, talks out to them : "Oh yeh? You guys like that? You like your big tits idol… came for you? I felt so good from that … omg … I'm soooo glad I felt good thanks to you two … now … if have anything more… show me!”

The two gym bros, without a second of hesitation, pull their pants of straight to the ground.

Their giant dicks literally spring out in front of Eunbi’s face, making her literally wake up from surprises and shock by seeing 2 huge poles in front of her.

Eunbi: "Holy … your dicks … oh my god.. I've … never seen any this … MASSIVE … oh my god …”

Jason: "Yeh ?? I'm glad you like ours muscular “friends" Haha.”

Donny: "So Eunbi, what will you want to do hehe, would you … touch our dicks?"

Eunbi: "Omg hell yes I will, fuck, I'm not gonna just touch it, I'm gonna suck them out for you guys.”

Eunbi then grabs on to Donny’s huge dick on the left side, with her fingers moves from the tip of his dick, running along the veiny side of his shaft, all the way near his crotch and touches his balls a tiny, as she repeats the motions for a moment.

She does the same on the right for Jason too, massaging his dick from tip to base, same way as she does with Donny.

Her hands are moving faster in a few moments making the 2 bros harder than ever.

The stimulations are going on for a bit, until Eunbi, feels like she’s ready, slowly opens her tiny mouth and wraps her lips onto Donny’s tip, moving her tongue around his shaft before doing her best to suck it in.

It’s a huge one, but, with some patience, she manages to take his entire shaft into hers, letting Donny moans out in pleasure.

As Eunbi goes for a few small movements with Donny, she pulls out and alternates to Jason, where his giant cock awaits her.

She does the same thing, swallow his dick whole but in slow motion, just to get used to both their giant “Guns”.

Eunbi’s blowjobs skills making the bros moans out in tandems, at first low in tones, but more louder as she picks up her paces, as she gets used to their lengthy dicks.

Eunbi isn’t afraid as much, as her tiny throat somehow engulfs their entire lengths, albeit in medium speed, but to her, she wants to enjoy that sensation of blowjobs, like a normal sets of slow reps.

But Jason and Donny,both having other ideas for her.

Nodding their heads at the same time with lewd smiles, Jason then grab on to the back of her head and, in quicker motions, starts to thrust faster to hers, making Eunbi surprises but nonetheless takes all his length.

Jason keeps on face fucking her for a bit, then Donny gives him signs to switch, pulls straight out of Eunbi’s mouth as she gags quite a bit.

Donny doesn’t hesitate, quickly shut her in with his dick, face fucks her even faster than Jason, with Eunbi literally has no choices but to keep on sucking.

The two face fucked her like they’re doing super sets, keep alternating her head left and right, even deep throat her for a few seconds just to enjoy the warmth of her mouth.

Without a doubt, the two bros start to come near their climaxes, as they switch up even faster, breathe even harder, making Eunbi’s tied up hair a mess, with her hair clipper just drops off to the floor.

In a few second, Donny blurts out : "Ohhhh fuckkk .. Eunbi … fuckk … your mouth … so good … gonna cum ..!!!” Jason, follows with a groan : "Yehhhhhsss…. Shietttt …. Gonna .. fill your mouth Eunbi ..!!!”

Immediately, the two bros clench their muscles, shoot out their cums together onto her beautiful face.

Cum drop straight to her cheeks, some on her nose, with some small drops fly onto her hair, but not without some are spurting straight to her mouth.

The bros, finish with their ejaculations, standing there proudly while panting, sweats are rolling on their bodies, both give each other fist bumps like they just reached a huge pumps for their muscles.

Eunbi, still sitting on the bench, tits are heaving up and down and breathing out, cum covered parts of her face, thinking to herself : "Omg … what the … what just happened… they just … they just fucked my mouth … like it was their pumps … fuck … I've never been ravaged like this … let alone two dicks just fucked my mouth … without mercy … but … hahh … I like it … no … I love it … I want more … I can’t… let it end like this … I … have to make it worth my day ..”

Donny, speaks out while still panting : "Heyy Eunbi … how was it … did you like it? Did we .. make you feel good ??”

Jason: "You’re doing good Eunbi? You were .. quiet for a bit .. did you enjoy … getting face fucked? Did we .. do it too hard?"

Eunbi, finally speaks out : "Too hard? NOOOo … it was .. TOO GOOD!! I … really love it!!! First time … I had two dicks fucking my mouth … holy shit … you two … I want more … really give me that hardcore workout … FUCK ME … give me that FUCK SESSION I've been waiting this entire morning!!! Go ahead and really fuck your waterbomb queen !!”

The two once again lifts Eunbi standing to the bench, with her kicking her shoes off to the ground, excited with the sudden pickup.

Then, Donny and Jason, each hold onto the sides of Eunbi tights, pull it down fast and hard, revealing her thin layer of panties, wet and damped with her cum.

Eunbi does her part, as she also strips off her top and throw it down to the ground, fully revealed her huge tits popping and jiggling out in public while fixing her messy hair.

The two them help her remove the last piece of clothings, finally letting all three fully naked in the locker rooms, free from doing any of the lewdest things one can think of in a gym locker rooms.

Not letting Eunbi wait any seconds, they don’t waste any time using their muscular arms control to grope Eunbi, starting from her big bouncy tits as they grab a huge amount and play around with her nipples.

Moving on alongside her back and abs, they go slowly to make sure Eunbi can feel every grasps, and down to her thighs, running along the short lengths of her quads and hamstrings.

Save the best for last, the two start attacking her pussy lips and butt cheeks, with donny teasing her tight lips with his fingers, trying to move them inside her wet walls, spreading it out a bit, while Jason goes to the back, his big palms knead a large amount of her plump cheeks, with of his thumbs circle around her butthole, making Eunbi shakes her body even more with the sudden teases.

Jason, while groping her butts, whisper to Eunbi from behind : "Hey Eunbi, you ever had it here? In your ass? Your tiny hole is looking beautiful hehe”

Eunbi: "No … I haven’t … I never try .. before … none actually did it with me ..”

Jason: "Then Eunbi, I guess today me and Donny gonna teach you how to hehe”

Donny: "Yess broo “

Eunbi (thinking ) : "Damn … they’re… they’re gonna really do it … like what Jihyo had in Thailand … god … I don’t know … if I can handle both their dicks … but … I'm already this far … I can’t wait … it’s too late to turn back now ..”

Donny feels his urge is getting bigger, suddenly carry Eunbi and helps her laying flat back to the bench.

He doesn’t pause a bit and dives his face straight into Eunbi’s pussy lips, eating her tight walls like taking his proteins, making Eunbi moans out while trying to hold onto the bench.

Jason, not letting his bro taking all the goodness, takes his big shaft and put in straight to Eunbi’s moaning mouth, with her slightly gags a bit due to the position, but it only takes a few moments before she’s getting used to the motions, letting the two enjoy her both ways.

Donny, with his dick ready to go, spreading Eunbi’s legs to both side widely, then he lines up his shaft to her entrance.

Eunbi suddenly feels a big penetration towards her pussy, as Donny is slowly going inside her, only a few inches away from the deepest part of her vagina.

Then he goes hard, ramming in and out to her tight walls, hitting deep within her, making Eunbi moans out while not letting go from Jason’s dick : "Mhmmmphh … fcccckckkk ….mphmmmmm … ttoooo … gooooood ….’mmmpphm”

The gym bros start matching their speeds, fucking Eunbi holes in quick paces like doing their curls, with Eunbi enjoys their huge shafts, while both hands start playing with her bouncing tits, pinching her own nipples lightly just get things more erotic .

At a certain point, Donny then holds tight to Eunbi’s waist, seriously fucking her hard just to get his climax.

He pounds her harder and harder, sweats forming on his body even more, fucking his waterbomb queen crazy, ramming his entire lower body into hers.

Donny then speaks out while breathing like he’s running a marathon : "I'm … gonna cum … bro Jason … I'm gonna … fucking fill her pussy …”

Jason: "Yeh? Bro,fucking cum in her! How about it Eunbi? You’ll let him cum in you?" Jason talks while pulling his dick out of her mouth

Eunbi, moans loud when having her lips free from his dick ,panting: "Fuckkkkk …. Filll me!! Do it!!! Cum in me!!! “

Jason, let go from Eunbi, letting his bro Donny bends Eunbi legs to the ceiling and fuck her to the bench,while he himself stands out and hyping Donny up.

With that motivation, Donny finally finishes inside Eunbi tight holes, cum large amounts inside her, with Eunbi’s walls squeezing the rest of his cum,leaking some outside.

When pulls out, a white puddle of cum flowing out from Eunbi’s, staining the bench, with both of them panting hard from their sessions. (edited)

Eunbi, panting hard while thinking: “omg .. that was one … imagine … two dicks … holy shit … they’re gonna make me go crazy … fuck “

Jason, seeing his bro finished his "sets”, actively helps Eunbi up to an all four position, with her cum still leaking out from her hole.

He’s teasing her a bit by slapping her butt, make them jiggles and quite reddened, while his index finger circles around her pink anus hole, preparing for his entry.

Suddenly, a sound from nowhere startles everyone…

Donny: “Wait, what’s that noise?”

Eunbi: "Omg … it’s my manager! I .. gotta … take this!"

Donny then grabs Eunbi’s phone next to her messy clothings down the floor, with Eunbi quickly picks up the call

Manager : "Annyeong Eunbi, so I have some news about your schedules for the upcoming weeks. You want me to pass by?"

Eunbi: "Oh … that’s good … wait, I'm at the gym now, … you wanna go through it quick?"

Manager: “Gym? I thought you already did some outdoor workout a day ago? But oh well I'll just brief with you then. So we have some ..”

While the manager keeps talking to Eunbi, Jason, looks at Eunbi’s beautiful body curves, suddenly has an idea in his lewd mind.

Jason then strokes his dick to max length, starts to approach Eunbi’s tiny hole by pushing his tip to her anus, which surprises Eunbi and making her turns her head back, eyes widen while waving her hands to somehow stop him.

But Jason keeps pushing it in, letting his tip passes through Eunbi’s puckered holed, slowly drives his big length into her. Eunbi, feels the penetration, covering her mouth and does her best to mute her moans, but her harsh breathings already caught the attention of her manager.

Manager: "Hey uh .. Eunbi .. you’re breathing quite hard .. you okay?"

Eunbi: "Oh .. I was running … on treadmills .. keep going I'm VERY GOOD ..”

Manager: “Right…anyway we’ll keep you in this show and …”

Eunbi, still listens to her manager while covering her mouth as much as she can, while Jason from behind starts to ram his dick in her ass, with fast poundings into her tight hole.

Her tits jiggle back and forth with the motion, faster with every hard thrusts, with Jason picks up as a sign to pound her even harder, leaving Eunbi a real mess on the bench.

Eunbi never thought of one day she’s getting fucked in her ass while on a call like this, but she doesn’t show any signs of rejection at all.

Donny, recovers a bit, holds onto his dick and points it straight to Eunbi’s lips, pushing it to her mouth while she’s trying to swallow his cum covered dick, which she has no other choices .

Once again, Eunbi, being spit roasted from both ends, with the bros pumping back and forth in her, while one of her hand still grip onto her phone.

As the manager keeps on talking, Eunbi keeps on taking dicks with the best of her abilities.

Manager : “So Eunbi your schedule is going to be like that in the upcoming weeks, quite packed but could be worth to promote you more, hope it doesn’t feel too overwhelming though?"

Eunbi, sucking Donny’s dick in and out while talking : "Mppphmm.. oh no no …mmppph … yeh I think we’re all good … I'm all in for it .. but … I'm in the middle of the run … would you mind if I continue ?… Also you mind go to check … Mpphm … on Geumbi for me? Thankssss”

Manager: "Oh … okay. Damn you’re sure running a lot. Well I'll pass by and check on him after my lunch.”

Eunbi: "mphhhm … yehhh .. big thankss … owe you one! Bye!!”

Manager: "You owe me a lot but see you later. Have fun.”

When the manager hangs up is when Eunbi moans and shout out loudly : "FUCKK .. That was hottt … FUCKKKK … YOU 2 KEEEP FUCKING ME WHILE I'm on call…. FUCKKK ME MORE I CANNOT HOLD MYSELF ANY LONGER !!”

Jason: "Oh yeh Eunbi? Well then get read cause I will really fuck you now !l

Eunbi: "FUCK MY HOLES!! DO IT!"

Donny, hearing Eunbi, gladly pulls out from her and fist bumps Jason to let him do his job.

And Jason, tighten his core and lower back muscles, literally ram his entire body into her ass, making Eunbi moans and shouts out like nothing before.

Eunbi ;"OMG FUCKKKKKK MY ASSS! FUCK MY ASS MORE !!”

Jason does so, and keep fucking her tiny asshole, until he himself is reaching is climax : "Eunbi .. fuck .. gonna cum …”

Eunbi, couldn’t say anything else, reaches her climax too and squirts out to the bench, and Jason, shoots his spurts of cum straight to her asshole, with cum filled her insides fully.

When Jason pulls himself out of her, cum is flowing out from Eunbi’s anal hole in thick white stream, leaking down to her cum filled pussy, while Eunbi falls flat to the bench,tits mashed to it, legs are tiptoeing on the ground. She’s breathing hard after her sessions like she just run a marathon, sweats all over.

Jason, rests himself a bit after cum, takes his own phone and starts turning on the camera. He then starts recording Eunbi’s cum filled body, moving from the messy part of her hair and panting face, slowly down along her back, then goes to the openings of her holes, with cum leaking out in streams due to her breathings .

Once Eunbi regains part of her stamina, rises up from her tired position, Jason, in a quick manner, shows Eunbi what he just recorded : "Eunbi, take a look at this, what do you think?"

Eunbi, slowly looks at the phone screen, eyes open and covers her mouth a bit : "Oh my god … holy … those are .. my holes?? They’re… they’re full of cum … and open wide… omg my holes are opening in and out with the cums leaking .. it’s… it’s so dirty .. but … it’s so hottt … what the… why do I like seeing this ??”

Donny: "Hehe, Eunbi maybe you already always like it but today, we showed you the REAL stuffs!"

Jason: "Yehhhhh!!! You were amazing hehe”

Eunbi: "guys .. I can’t believe I'll say this but … thank you … I really … loved it .. but … can we (biting lips) … do more?"

Jason: "Woaa Eunbi! You want even more? Are you serious?”

Donny: "Yeh? You didn’t think that was enough ?? You want even more than that?"

Eunbi: "Yes .. FUCK MY HOLES MORE! I want more rounds! It was so good I feel like I can go on for a few more!! FUCK MY HOLES MORE GUYS !!”

Following what Eunbi said, Donny and Jason pick her up and let her lean to the locker doors, tired but still able to maintain her stance.

Donny takes the first go once again, choosing her pussy as his pleasure place and rams her just as powerful.

Jason then follows as they keep switching back on forth on their turns, or between her tight holes, fucking her from behind like doing super sets again.

Eunbi, literally being fucked to the locker doors, moans out like singing, her huge tits at first dangling in the air, then her entire upper body being pressed straight to the lockers.

Her pussy and ass are being ravaged repeatedly one by one by the bros, leaving her no rest in between, each dick takes some turns opening her widely, with cum keep flowing out from her holes or being shot straight to her butt cheeks.

Eunbi, face closes to the cold steel lockers, speaks out while breathing harshly : "OMG … FUCKKK … This is toooo good …. oh god you two are breaking my holes …. Please gimme more …!!! “

Donny and Jason, hearing Eunbi’s pleads, guide Eunbi tiny naked body, tits and butt jiggling while moving herself to the bench.

The bros stimulate her again by groping her big tits and finger her pussy a bit just to get her ready for what really comes next.

Their fingers are enough to make Eunbi squirts a bit, but nonetheless make her entrances easier to be invaded.

Donny lays flat to the bench again and letting Eunbi mounts on top of him.

She bounces herself with his dick in her pussy, starts slow at first, but then picks up the pace faster and faster, as her tits jumps up and down in front of Donny.

Donny doesn’t waste his chances, immediately grabs onto her bouncing tits, with Eunbi moans out from each movements of his hands.

Donny keeps on pumping up his dick into her groin, but then his muscular arms wrap around her back, pulling her to himself a bit, her tits are close to his chest.

From behind, Jason grabs onto her curvy butt, kneading it a bit and then pulling them apart, revealing her puckered hole again, gaping and ready to entrance.

Jason pokes his thumbs to her anus while speaking out : "Get ready for the best part of today Eunbi, you’re gonna enjoy this!"

Eunbi(thinking) : "Omg, fuck, they’re gonna .. oh shit they’re gonna fuck my two holes at the same time, like how Jihyo told me, omg I'm .. I'm gonna be penetrated by two huge dicks … will it be painful… but … I can’t stop myself and them now … I just want them to fuck me !!”

Eunbi: "YES .. FUCK MY HOLES PLEASE !!”

Jason starts to push himself forward, doesn’t hesitate to go hard on Eunbi as the tip of his dick is poking at her anus, then going through her anus one inch at a time.

Eunbi, feeling the length of his dick going straight to her hole, being filled by two huge cocks making her scream : "OMG FUCK … THAT’S SO FULL … MY HOLES … ARHHH … YOUR DICKS ARE SPREADING ME OUT !!”

Donny and Jason, hearing her scream, begins to fuck Eunbi like no tomorrow.

They’re matching up their speeds, as both dicks running in and out of her holes in tandems, going straight into the end of her scary tight holes, feeling each other through the pumps and the warmths inside her.

Eunbi, feeling the pumps, having two guys keep her in the middle while their dicks are ravaging her.

She’s sore, but she feels like she wants them to go as long as they can, as if she wants their dicks just fit entirely into her anytime she wants, stretching her tight holes with their thick rods.

Eunbi, in the midst of her pleasure, moans out the best of her words : "OMG … fuckkk .. My .HOLESSS … my pussy .. my ass … too much dicks … love it …. Fuckkkk … fuckkk me moreee … your dicks … tearing me out … I want it …..!!!!”

The phone rings again, but this time doesn’t make those three surprises anymore

Manager : "Hey Eunbi! Yeh just got to your place … damn you didn’t clean up a lot of stuffs .. and where’s Geumbi’s snacks again?"

Eunbi: "Oh … sorry .. was in a hurry … would you mind … clean it up .. for me? Still running … and snacks … are in the left closet …”

Manager : "Oh sure … damn you run a lot today, I might not be able to catch up with you! But anyway I'll clean those dishes for you cause … man it’s dirty. But hey lemme know if you need to go over the schedules again “

Eunbi: "Mppphm .. yess .. will … let you know … busy … pumping now … Call later?" Manager: "uh … sure. See ya”

As the manager calls, the two don’t stop their pumping into Eunbi as Donny grabs her bouncing tits while ramming straight into her pussy as his lower body doesn’t stop giving her the pump.

Jason, on top, his giant dick nearly stretches out her tight anal hole, fucking her deep and powerful, to the point when he pulls out a bit, her anus creates a wide gape, opens in and out to her breathing.

Donny: "Fuckkkk … I'm gonna cum …in your pussy “ Jason: "me too … shiettt … so tight … gonna cumn ..” Eunbi, turns her own volume higher than ever : "CUMM IN ME!! FUCK MY HOLES AND REALLY CUM IN ME! FILL ME HOLES WITH YOUR CUM AGAIN!! I WANT IT !!”

And the two came again filling Eunbi again with their huge loads, giving her another round of euphoric sensations.

Eunbi, mouth wide opens, eyes nearly roll back, couldn’t form any words but moans and squirts, drops her head down to Donny’s chest.

The three are full of sweat, breathing hard in and out on the bench, feeling the aftermath of their orgasm.

Eunbi’s holes are all sore, when the guys pull out from her their cum are leaking out from her in long streams, staining the bench, running alongs her legs and down to the floor.

Thick white cum just keeps flowing out from Eunbi’s messy body and forms a puddle down her legs.

Not letting Eunbi stay like that for long, the two bros, after a few minutes regaining their strengths, proceed to turn Eunbi into a mess again.

From being double penetrated on the floor, with Donny and Jason keep on switching in between her two holes, to having her taking their dicks in and out at the locker doors once again, letting her cum her entire juices onto them or to the floor.

They fuck her so hard and cum in her so much, her face reddened, her body are visible with handprints around her lower body and tits.

And of course, cum keeps on leaking from her sore holes, both pussy and ass, making either trails or puddles below her.

Eunbi, being fucked wildly and non-stop, somehow able to think: "Omfg .. they treated me like a real workout .. they fucked my holes …. Like nothing could stop them … fuck …. Their dicks … so big … I want more … I want them to really cum on me … I think … I might let them fuck me even more … not just today …”

Eunbi: "OMG… SO GOOD … You guys … FUCKING CUM … CUM ALL OVER ME … YOUR WATERBOMB QUEEN … MAKE A MESS ON ME !!!”

The two gym bros : "With pleasure !!!"

Pulling out from Eunbi sore holes, the two bros letting her kneeling down to the floor, mouth open, hands groping her own tits, waiting for the huge finish.

The bros are stroking their dicks hard, then they both cum loud and harsh.

Donny goes to her right side, his cum goes straight to her right cheeks, mouth and forehead, thick cum splashes onto her beautiful features.

Jason, finally gives in, cum straight to her left side, on her nose, and aims some onto her big tits.

Eunbi, face and upper body full of cum, barely can open her eyes, stays quiet for a bit, but then uses her fingers to wipe the cum of her face, tastes some of them with a happy smile.

Jason and Donny also don't hesitate to take some pics of their Waterbomb queen in a cum filled state, with cum still leaking from her holes.

Eunbi: “Guys … this is way better .., than I expected… my body smells like cum now .. well of course … but I love it … I finally experienced being fucked like this … thank you hehe…”

Jason: "You’re welcome Eunbi haha … you were the best fuck … we ever had … you’re incredible!”

Donny: "Hell yeh … best fuck ever !!”

Eunbi: "I think … we should clean up … people gonna be here more soon … but … don’t you guys think … we should meet up more? I'll love it too hehe”

Donny: "Why not haha!! But .. you won’t mind .. if we bring some more bros to join?"

Jason: "It’ll be hella great for you to TRAIN”

Eunbi: "I don’t mind AT ALL “

A few days later…

Manager : "Hey Eunbi, great work for the last few days of the schedule, so … are you goin to the gym today again? You seem busy with your gym time more lately huh?"

Eunbi: "Yeh, I REALLY like it! I’m still cranking some PUMPS … gotta get my workouts going though, see you soon!"

Manager: "Alrighty… Have fun! We should go running again!"

Eunbi: "Yep! See ya later!"

Once Eunbi hangs up the phone, she throws it down to her gym bag, sitting on a bench in a private studio.

In front of her are Donny and Jason, with their upper torso bare from finishing their workouts, along with two new gym bros standing next to them.

Jason: "Hey Eunbi You wanna finish the workouts?"

Donny: "Yeh! Let’s wrap this set up!"

Eunbi: "Sorry manager my called again but yes! After all, we should finish this so we can have … the OTHER workouts hehe. I hope you don’t mind … if those two new friends of yours join us~”

Donny and Jason: “ Gladly!"

Sometime later, at Jihyo’s apartment…

Jihyo, while busy taking her laundry, suddenly notices a message through her phone.

She does her best to put everything together, quickly grabs her phone and swipe through the messages  : “Oh, it’s Eunbi -unnie?"

Jihyo slowly opens up her message, inside, there are pictures and video clips that make her cracks a huge smile, eye widen in excitement :

"Ooooh, holy shittt!! THIS is something!! I guess I have a new competitor now! Mina-chan! Sana-Chan! Momo-Chan!! Come here girls I have something to show you! You’re gonna like this!"

MiSaMo in unison : "HAIIIIII!!”

[hanniebaeee]

Clueless: Smitten

Jeongin x fem!reader

Warning: unhinged group chat as always, other than that, nothing!

Genre: friends to lovers, fluffffff

Summary: You and Jeongin go to the same MMA class, and he is absolutely smitten by you. And you two are good friends too. The problem? You treat him like a child, when all he wants is to ask you out. And that's where his unhinged gang enters.

Clueless Masterlist

Jeongin wiped the sweat off his brow, giving his opponent a nod after their sparring session, and turned around to see you pulling on your gloves. Your ponytail swayed as you hummed a tune to yourself, and Jeongin swallowed hard.

He did his best to control his impulses (such as the one he had right now to to come over and kiss the hell out of you).

But he was not weak (mostly). He was Yang Jeongin, the future ace of this gym and your soon-to-be love interest - if only he could figure out how to get you to stop patting his head like he's some cute puppy.

“Hey, Innie!” you called out, flashing him a smile that made his knees weak. “Good job!”

He smiled and thanked you, as you came over, and did that one thing that made him want to scream into oblivion. You ruffled his hair with that adoring smile on your face. And it made him feel like a toddler.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Jeongin let out a groan and grabbed his phone. He knew what this would lead to. Obviously. But he needed his brothers.

---

Jeongin: Ok. I'm gonna cry.

Chan: Aren't you at class??

Jeongin: She did it again.

Jeongin: She ruffled my hair. AGAIN.

Hyunjin: LOLLLLLLL

Jeongin: Shut up. I’m serious.

Felix: Omg. Is this the MMA girl?

Jeongin: YES. I can't understand why she treats me like a damn child.

Minho: Because you act like one?

Jeongin: YAH. I need a plan to make her see me as a MAN.

Jisung: Bro, just spar with her and like…accidentally tear your shirt or something. Girls love muscles.

Hyunjin: You do not have the muscles for that to work.

Jeongin: HYUNJIN.

Hyunjin: I’m just saying 🤷‍♂️

Felix: Invite her to dinner! Like, after practice? Nothing says “boyfriend material” like a home-cooked meal.

Seungmin: Cooking takes time. Which he doesn't have. He’s so obviously in the friend zone. He needs something that works fast.

Chan: You’re all missing the point here. Jeongin, be honest. Do you flirt with her?

Jeongin: I TRIED.

Jeongin: I told her she looked good in her gloves once. She said thanks and told me where to buy the same pair.

Minho: Wow. That’s rough.

Hyunjin: Okay, new idea.

Hyunjin: Go alpha on her. Next time you spar, pin her down. Like real close. Look her in the eyes and growl something like, “You’re not getting away from me this time.”

---

Jeongin rolled his eyes. Here we go.

---

Jeongin: That's crazy.

Jisung: No, wait, Hyunjin’s onto something. Girls LOVE dominance.

Chan: Or, you know, you could try talking to her like an adult.

Jeongin: I’m trying, hyung, but every time I look at her, my brain short-circuits.

Felix: Omg wait. This is perfect. You could do the classic “let me fix your form” move.

Felix: Stand behind her, adjust her stance, hands on her hips. It’s foolproof.

Seungmin: It’s not foolproof. He’ll trip over his words and fall on his face.

Jeongin: Oh my God.

Changbin: No, no, I’ve got it. Show up outside her place with some flowers and confess.

Hyunjin: Or better yet, let’s sign you up for a fight. Invite her to watch. Show her you’re tough.

Minho: He’ll get punched once and she’ll call an ambulance.

Jeongin: WHY DO I EVEN ASK YOU PEOPLE.

The next morning, Jeongin walked into the gym with a nervous buzz, the ideas his brothers had fired at him the night before poking at his brain.

Jisung: Bro. Let me paint you a picture.

Jisung: You’re sparring. She throws a punch. You dodge.

Jisung: Grab her wrist, pull her in close, whisper, “Is that all you’ve got?” Then SMIRK.

Jeongin: Why would I smirk???

Jisung: Because it’s HOT.

Minho: Creepy. Definitely creepy.

Hyunjin: No, he needs to go bolder.

Hyunjin: After sparring, pin her against the wall in the locker room. Close the space, and say, “You drive me insane, you know that?”

Chan: Please do NOT harass her in the locker room.

Felix: Yeah, don’t listen to Hyunjin. What you should do is compliment her strength. Like, “Wow, you’re so strong and gorgeous.”

Seungmin: That’s so cringey. She’ll laugh in his face.

Felix: Okay, why don't you come up with some genius ideas then?!

Changbin: No, listen to me. Women love confidence. Next time you walk in, wink at her. Just a subtle one. She’ll notice.

Jeongin: If I wink at her, she’ll think I have something in my eye.

Jisung: Then STARE at her. Give her those bedroom eyes.

Jeongin: I don’t even know what that means.

Hyunjin: Oh my god. This is so easy. After practice, challenge her to a one-on-one sparring match. Get sweaty. Let her feel your power. And if you win, you say, “Winner gets a kiss.”

Chan: She’ll knock him out first.

Minho: Honestly, I’d pay to see that.

Jeongin: I will block you all.

Hyunjin: NO YOU WON’T. You love us.

---

Jeongin was standing in the gym’s parking lot after his class, trying to call Chan to come pick him up, when he saw you approaching him. You were smiling, your bag on your shoulder, your hair, that's usually in a ponytail, now left open.

“Hey, Jeongin,” you said, your voice light and teasing as usual. “Nice work today. You’re really improving.”

He stuttered a thank you, and smiled at you nervously, his cheeks heating up.

And then it happened.

You reached out, ruffled his hair affectionately, and grinned. “Such a good boy.”

Jeongin froze. His brain short-circuited. Good boy?!

He could literally hear his brothers screaming in his head.

“Say something,” Minho’s voice mocked.

“Pin her!” Hyunjin roared.

“WINK, YOU COWARD!” Jisung howled.

Instead, Jeongin stood there like a statue.

“Innie?” you tilted your head, eyes soft with concern. “You okay?”

That snapped him out of it.

“Y-yeah! Totally fine!” He cleared his throat. This was it. This was his chance to say something smooth.

“Uh…you’re…really so strong and…so gorgeous?”

The moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to die.

You blinked at him. And then, to his utter shock, you laughed - a bright, genuine laugh that made his heart do a somersault.

“Well, thanks, Innie. You’re not so bad yourself.”

As you waved goodbye and walked off, Jeongin leaned against a car, face in his hands.

---

Jeongin: I HATE YOU ALL.

Chan: Ok calm down. What happened?

Jeongin: I TRIED FELIX’S LINE.

Jeongin: SHE LAUGHED AT ME.

Felix: Wait, was it a good laugh or a bad laugh?

Jeongin: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!

Hyunjin: LOL

Changbin: Did you at least wink?

Jeongin: NO.

Jisung: Bro. Amateur move.

Seungmin: Probably should’ve gone with the “winner gets a kiss” idea.

Jeongin: I’M NOT DOING THAT.

Minho: You’re hopeless.

Chan: Guys, come on. Jeongin, did she seem like she was into it?

Jeongin: She called me a ‘good boy’.

Hyunjin: RIP.

Felix: Don’t give up! She laughed. That’s good!

Minho: Yeah, she’s laughing because she thinks he’s a puppy.

Felix: Puppies can grow into wolves, bro.

Jeongin: You’re all insane.

Changbin: Hey, wolves mate for life. Just saying.

Jeongin groaned, shutting his phone. If this was the kind of help he was getting, he might as well wing it.

Jeongin lay sprawled on his bed, phone in hand, mind racing with thoughts of you. He had officially entered what Jisung would call his ‘simp phase’. Your Instagram page was open, each photo worse than the last - worse because it made him fall harder.

There was one of you holding a tray of cookies, grinning. Another of you proudly presenting a painting up to the camera. The cat one nearly killed him - you were snuggled up with your orange tabby, its paw on your nose as you laughed.

And there was one with the MMA team - you had your arm looped with his in this one, your head tilted slightly towards him. It was a group photo, but that's all he could see. the two of you.

“I love her,” he whispered to himself, then immediately groaned into his pillow. “Oh my god, I love her!!”

---

Jeongin: Guys.

Jeongin: I’m in love with her.

Chan: We know.

Hyunjin: Wait, did you just figure that out?

Jeongin: No, but it’s hitting me all over again. I’m looking at her Instagram.

Jisung: Omg, show us.

Jeongin: No way.

Minho: Wow. Stalking her Insta and gatekeeping? Bold of you.

Jeongin: Shut up. She’s perfect. She bakes. She paints. She loves cats.

Minho: Cats? Suddenly she's a lot more interesting.

Jisung: Innie, DM her something flirty.

Jeongin: That’s so cringey I might die.

Chan: You guys are going to ruin his life.

Hyunjin: He needs to grow a spine. Just do it, Jeongin. Be bold.

Felix: OR…

Felix: Next time she posts something cute, comment something sweet. Like, “You’re so talented.” Compliment her! Girls love compliments.

Seungmin: That’s decent advice.

Jeongin: I can’t do that. She’ll think I’m obsessed.

Minho: You are obsessed.

Jisung: Or… Post a thirst trap. Let her know you’re hot too.

Jeongin: A thirst trap?! Like what?

Jisung: I dunno. Shirtless mirror selfie? Women eat that up.

Changbin: You don’t have enough abs for that.

Jeongin: I DO! STOP ATTACKING ME.

---

The boys were no help, as usual. Jeongin flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He was doomed.

But then, as he refreshed your page, he saw it - a new post.

It was you and your cat again, this time with a caption that read: "My goodest boy 🐾."

Jeongin stared at it. Good boy. Again. The word that haunted his every waking moment. And yet, when you used it like this, he kind of wanted to melt.

He felt his thumb hovering over the like button. His mind raced.

“Cute cat!” No, too boring.

“You’re adorable.” No, too forward.

“Can I be your good boy?” Oh god, Hyunjin was invading his thoughts.

He slapped his phone face-down on the bed.

He couldn’t DM you. He couldn’t comment. What he needed was a real plan to show you he wasn’t just the kid you patted on the head.

---

Hyunjin: New plan. Jeongin, buy her flowers. Deliver them to her home.

Jeongin: That’s not the worst idea.

Jisung: But make it sexy. Like, walk in all sexy and say, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I had to bring you these.”

Jeongin: YOU WANT ME TO DIE.

Felix: Wait! What if you bake her something? She likes baking, right? It’s cute and romantic.

Jeongin: I don’t know how to bake.

Chan: That’s what YouTube is for.

Minho: Or Felix can bake and you can pretend you made it.

Changbin: No way, she’d see through that in a second. She’s too smart for Jeongin’s terrible acting.

Hyunjin: He could dedicate a fight to her.

Hyunjin: Win a match and shout, “That was for you, baby!” She’ll love it.

Seungmin: Or hate it.

Jeongin: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

Chan: Please don’t listen to him.

Jeongin: Oh my god, my life 😩

Felix: 😅😅😅

Hyunjin: Look, Jeongin, at the end of the day, just be confident. If you act like a man, she’ll treat you like one.

Jeongin: Easy for you to say. You’re not in love with her.

---

Jeongin tossed his phone aside, heart pounding. He didn’t know what his next move would be, but one thing was certain: he was in too deep to back out now.

The gym that usually buzzed with activity was so quiet now. Jeongin stood across from you in the sparring ring, his gloves up, his nerves barely contained. He couldn’t believe he’d agreed to this.

Sparring with you? His brain was already a mess when you just existed near him. But now, you were in front of him, bouncing lightly on your feet, your focused expression somehow making you look even more stunning.

“Ready, champ?” you teased, your grin playful as you adjusted your gloves.

Jeongin swallowed hard, trying to focus. “Yeah. Ready.”

With a wink, you moved quickly as you circled him. Jeongin mirrored you, trying to keep his stance solid.

It was going fine. Really good actually. You were good with your arms, and he tried to return the pressure, throwing a one-two combo at you. You dodged effortlessly, and then out of nowhere, you hooked your leg behind his, pivoting your hips to execute a perfectly timed trip.

Jeongin yelped as his balance gave out, and suddenly he was on the mat, his back hitting the ground with a loud thud.

“Nice match,” you said, already kneeling over him, one hand braced on the mat beside his head. You leaned over slightly, your face hovering above his. “You okay?”

Jeongin glitched in real time.

It was all too much - your bright eyes, your playful smile, the way a few strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, glistening with sweat. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, and the concern in your voice made his heart stutter.

“I…uh…yeah,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You tilted your head and asked, “You sure? I hope nothing hurts?”

“Pretty sure I’m dying,” he muttered, half under his breath, closing his eyes and exhaling loudly.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” he squeaked, his face burning red.

You laughed softly, leaning back to give him space and extending your hand to help him sit up.

“You did well, Innie. Just gotta work on your balance.”

“Yeah,” he said dumbly, staring up at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky.

You tapped his cheek lightly with your gloved hand. “C’mon, champ. Let’s get you up.”

---

Jeongin: I’m never sparring with her again. Ever.

Hyunjin: What happened?

Jisung: Spill.

Jeongin: She KNOCKED ME DOWN.

Felix: Oh nooooo.

Jeongin: And instead of just walking away and letting me die with dignity, she kneels over me.

Hyunjin: Oh, that sounds spicy.

Jeongin: SPICY?! IT WASN’T SPICY. IT WAS HUMILIATING. She hovered over me with her PERFECT FACE and eyelashes and asked if I was okay. Like I’m some helpless little kitten she rescued from a tree.

Felix: Awwww. That’s so cute!

Jeongin: IT’S NOT CUTE, FELIX. IT’S A CRIME AGAINST MY MASCULINITY.

Seungmin: What masculinity?

Jeongin: SEUNGMIN, I SWEAR.

Minho: You’re spiraling again.

Jeongin: I could smell her shampoo. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Hyunjin: Uh huh

Felix: She thinks you’re cute AND talented.

Jeongin: I WANT HER TO THINK I’M HOT.

Minho: Maybe try not to land on your ass next time.

Jeongin: Wow, great advice, hyung. I feel so much better.

Hyunjin: Bro. She’s into you.

Jeongin: SHE IS NOT.

Changbin: I mean… isn’t that kind of symbolic? Like, you’re already floored by her?

---

If the locker room was soundproof, Jeongin would've screamed so loud.

---

Jisung: Okay, okay, so she thinks you’re adorable. And a child.

Jisung: But if only she knew that you're basically ready to give her a child

Felix: OMG. Jisung, no.

Jeongin: WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!

Jisung: Am I wrong? Didn’t you literally say the other day, you'd do anything for her, even give her your last name and your firstborn child?

Jeongin: THAT WAS A PRIVATE THOUGHT, YOU GREMLIN.

Chan: What the actual fuck is going on in here?

Jisung: Oh, perfect timing, Chan-hyung! Any tips on the said topic? Since you've already done it.

Chan: Jisung. Please.

Felix: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hyunjin: This is so out of control, and for once it's not me 🤣

Jeongin: EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU IS THE WORST.

Chan: Jeongin. Does she actually think you’re a child, or are you projecting because you’re too scared to confess?

Jeongin: I don’t know.

Changbin: Oh, he knows.

Minho: 100% projecting.

Jeongin: I somehow feel like every time she looks at me she sees a ‘cute little brother type’

Hyunjin: Then you need to show her you’re not a little brother type.

Felix: Exactly! Be confident. Flirt back. Stop acting like she’s going to break you.

Jeongin: She already DOES break me!

Hyunjin: BRO. MAN UP. Or I swear I’ll walk up to her and tell her everything.

Jeongin: IF YOU DO THAT, I WILL END YOU.

Chan: Okay, enough. Stop overthinking it. Just talk to her, show her your genuine self.

Jeongin: But what if I mess up again?

Seungmin: You’ve been messing up this whole time, and she still likes you. You’re fine.

Hyunjin: True. She probably thinks your flustered baby deer energy is charming.

Jeongin: Oh my God

Jeongin thought he could pull it off. He thought he could just quietly distance himself from you without anyone noticing. After all, it was for the greater good. If he didn’t interact with you, maybe he could convince himself he didn’t feel anything.

But it didn’t take long for the cracks to show.

He started avoiding eye contact at the gym. No more conversations after practice. He skipped group water breaks and focused on solo drills. He even fled the gym the minute his class was done.

And you noticed. Of course you did.

Because he was literally the highlight of your day. Jeongin was a clueless idiot, because he definitely couldn't see how much you adored him, and this distance was getting to you.

---

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed as you watched Jeongin avoid your gaze for the fifth time that day. Normally, he’d flash you his shy smile or wave when you caught him looking. Now? He was all formal, barely sparing you a glance.

Something was definitely up. You waited patiently for him to come to the locker room. And of course he took the long route just to drag it out.

You huffed in annoyance before calling out, “Jeongin!”

He froze, his water bottle hovering close to his lips as he turned toward you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh. Uh, hey, Y/N.”

You tilted your head, scrutinizing him as you asked, “Are you okay? You’ve been weird lately.”

“Weird?” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, I’m just… focused on training. That’s all.”

“Focused on training?” You raised an eyebrow. “Ok, so ignoring me is part of that?”

“No! I am not-” His ears turned red as he shook his head no.

You stepped closer, lowering your voice and asked, “Did I do something? Are you upset about the spar-”

“No!” he interrupted, eyes wide. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

You blinked. He did not just say that.

“Did you just hit me with the breakup line?”

Jeongin looked like he wanted to crawl under the mat.

“I…uh…I have to go.” He practically sprinted to the locker room, leaving you standing there, more confused than ever.

---

Jeongin: Guys. I fucked up.

Felix: WHAT DID YOU DO.

Jeongin: She asked if she upset me, and I panicked.

Hyunjin: Wait.

Hyunjin: You did not tell her it’s not her, it’s you.

Jeongin: HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT.

Changbin: OH MY GOD.

Jisung: LMAO. DID YOU REALLY?

Jeongin: I panicked!

Minho: This is officially the funniest thing you’ve ever done.

Chan: Okay, let’s not bully him.

Chan: Jeongin, why are you avoiding her?

Jeongin: Because I don’t want to make things worse. She already treats me like a kid. If I keep acting like an idiot around her, she’s never going to take me seriously.

Seungmin: Avoiding her isn’t going to make her take you seriously either. It’s just going to make her think you’re mad at her.

Jeongin: But what if I do something stupid?

Hyunjin: Bro. You already did the stupid thing. The bar’s on the floor.

Felix: Seriously, just TALK to her.

Jeongin: You say that like it’s easy.

Jisung: Because it is easy. Walk up to her, say, “I think you’re amazing and also I have a huge crush on you. Wanna kiss?” Done.

Jeongin: I’d rather eat a dumbbell.

Minho: Please do.

Felix: Okay, but seriously, Jeongin, if you don’t fix this, she’s going to think you hate her.

Chan: And it's gonna hurt you more than it hurts her. Or whatever.

Jeongin: Fine. I’ll talk to her. But if I embarrass myself, I’m never speaking to any of you again.

Minho: Can’t wait.

---

The next day, you were warming up when Jeongin approached you hesitantly. You glanced up, surprised.

“Oh, look who finally decided to stop ghosting me.” you said, and it broke his heart to see that you weren't giving him your usual smile.

He winced as he said, “I wasn’t ghosting you.”

“Sure felt like it.” You said, crossing your arms. “So what’s going on? And don’t give me the ‘training focus’ excuse again.”

Jeongin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been… overthinking some stuff.”

“Stuff?” You tilted your head, waiting for him to elaborate.

“You,” he blurted out, then immediately regretted it.

“Me?”

“Yes. I mean -” He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Look, Y/N. You’re amazing, okay? You’re smart and funny and strong, and you make me feel like an idiot half the time because I don’t know how to act normal around you.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Jeongin -”

“I like you,” he interrupted, words tumbling out in a rush. “A lot. And I know you probably think I’m just some kid, but I’ve been trying so hard to prove I’m not. And it’s probably really obvious now, and I’m sorry if I’ve been weird or -”

“Jeongin.” You stepped closer, cutting him off.

“Sorry.” He looked at you, panic written all over his face.

But you smiled, your heart softening. He was so damn adorable, you wanted to bite him. To say the least.

“You don’t have to prove anything. I never thought of you as just some kid.”

“You didn’t?”

“No. And for the record…” You reached out, ruffling his hair with a grin. “I like you too, Innie.”

Jeongin covered his face with his hands, whining, but he couldn’t stop the huge grin that spread across his face.

"C'mere you," you said, and Jeongin surged into your arms, letting you hug him tight.

---

Jeongin: SHE LIKES ME BACK. OMG. I'M HYPERVENTILATING.

Hyunjin: NO WAY.

Felix: OMG!!! YESS!!!

Jisung: What did you say? How did it happen? Give us details!

Jeongin: I just told her I like her. She said she likes me too.

Chan: See? Told you honesty works.

Hyunjin: So when’s the wedding?

Minho: Well, that's what you get for being such a good boy.

Jeongin: OH MY GOD.

Seungmin: Congrats bro

Changbin: Go celebrate. Go get outta here!

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @eastjonowhere @pixie-felix @sailor--sun @chancloud8 @captainchrisstan

[caramelic3dlatte]

Cherry Baby ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

summary: The Miller brothers have been friends with your father since you can remember. Once you turn 19, you take advantage of it.

warnings: minors DNI!! MEATY age gap (19,47,50), oral (m&f), female masterbation, unprotected piv, praise, use of pet names, threesome.

w/c: 3.3k

notes: erm hey chat. this is my first ever fanfic i've EVER written, im more of a reader 😎. so please be aware it might be probably awful i am a newbie if you couldn’t tell. i did NOT proof read because im so lazy so ignore if there is any mistakes i tried my best to read as i go lol. tell me if you have requests for Joel or Tommy!! i’m more then happy. i hope? you enjoy at least a little!! they will be a part 2 if y’all enjoy even a little <333

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You have known Joel & Tommy Miller since you can remember, they’ve been your dads work buddy’s and close friends since the beginning. You’d spend every holiday together, most weekends they’d come over for a barbecue with your dad.

Tommy was more outgoing & social, he’d always crack jokes with your dad, having that witch like cackle ringing in your ears 24/7. You can tell he’d love being around your father.

Joel was more on the quiet side but you can still tell he’d love spending time with your father, he’d old man giggle at all the jokes they’d tell each others. Nothing like Tommy.

Each time they’d come over, you’d try your best to not invade their “Bro time”. You’d still offer to clean up the area where they’d sit and eat, offer to even cook the barbecue while they chat. You’d do everything but you didn’t mind.

Anything to be around Joel & Tommy….

“Honey the Millers are coming over this weekend.” Those words always bring you the most joy every time. Always trying to do your homework during the week so you could spend each second on the weekend to be in their presence.

Each weekend, You would never waste any time to make yourself look presentable for them. light but feminine makeup, little but just enough clothing keeping it classy, having your hair done just right. You need to look your best each time.

And you never failed.

You never had anyone to look nice for because you’d never been in a relationship. You were 19 still not been or ever had been in a relationship. You were not familiar with a lot of the sexual aspects of it but were not blind either.

Saturday Afternoon comes around, getting ready for them to come around. You put on your nice white flowy skirt. The weather was a beautiful breeze yet not too chilly. Red gingham button up leaving a few buttons open at the top to reveal your gold cross necklace. You weren’t heavy on religion but just adored it for the aesthetic. Dark cherry red ballet flats to match the vibes you were aiming for. Hair done in pigtails.

Pink glittery eyeshadow with just a touch of silver on the inner corner enough to catch an eye. Baby pink lip gloss almost like a bunny’s tongue. Eyelashes curled with mascara leaving you with doll eyes. Your green eyes sparkling.

Smelling of Cherry & Vanilla just enough to make a man go feral. You knew Joel & Tommy loved the smell of Cherry. Joel was more of a Cherry man & Tommy was more of Vanilla. Mixing the both together for double the attention.

the Sun glistening against your shiny buttery legs.

You were ready.

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You hear the door ring and rush to answer it.

“Hello darling, how is our girl?” Joel said.

The thick country accent never fails to make you weak.

“I’m good, how are you guys”

Tommy looked at you with a smile, your voice so soft and feminine knowing it’ll make him fold.

“Better now that we have seen you hun” Tommy said with a soft giggle

God they make you tremble.

Walking towards the kitchen with them so they can greet your dad. You walk outside whilst they catch up as if they didn't see each other last weekend.

You always try to stay out of their way, you don't want to but you can't have your dad notice you wanna fuck his two closest friends. So you make it obvious for them but not your father. Your body language, Your sultry stares, Your sneaky movements. The previous time they were over, you were trying your hardest for their attention, and boy did you receive it.

“Honey, can you please fetch us another beer?” Your dad had asked

“Sure thing dad” you said with a smile.

Going into the garage to get the beers, you bring them over to the table outside with Joel, Tommy and your father. It was a hot afternoon in Austin, You wore a pink bikini top with a pair of denim shorts.

You hand your father his first, leaning down just enough to give Joel and Tommy theirs. Their eyes immediately darted towards your oh so perfect chest. Joel double taking like its the most perfect thing he's ever laid his eyes on. Tommy giving Joel “that” look, not making it too obvious for your dad to notice.

You were so young and pure, they knew it was wrong but they couldn't help themselves.

The rest of the night you keep making small seductive movements trying to attract their attention. You craved their touch in all ways so that was your goal next visit. You were going to make it happen no matter what cost.

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You set up outside, you set the table placing cutlery around the small circle table just in your backyard, the charcoal starting to burn for the barbeque. The cooler filled with beer for them.

You knew it was gonna be a long night for the three of them.

“So how is school going?”

Joel comes up to you whilst setting up, His tall figure towering over you. The salt and pepper in his hair and face. Wearing a dark forest green flannel rolled up to his biceps, dark wash jeans, giving you that half smile you love.

“Uh-Yes, it's going well” You say, a little nervous. He startled you a little.

“You have somebody special in your life these days, seeing you just started college right?” Joel said before taking a sip of his beer.

You tilt your head in confusion. Why would he ask that? Why does he want to know? Surely just curious seeing how long i've known him?

“Um n-no, i do not. None of them appeal to me” You chuckle awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck.

“Ha- i bet” Joel said with a small sarcastic laugh. Then he walked away.

You stood with shock. Does he know? Does he know I have a thing for men almost 2x my age? Surely it wasn't that obvious….right?

Your dad was monitoring the barbecue whilst chatting to Joel, You sit alone with a bottle of cherry coke, you're not much of an alcoholic person, you only drink on occasion.

You see from the corner of your eye Tommy approaches you, You sit up straight fixing your hair and crossing your legs.

“You're awfully quiet tonight sweets, Something wrong?” He says with a soft smile sounding concerned.

“No no! I'm fine, just a little tired” you say with eaze.

It is getting pretty late, the sun has set but knowing your dad and the Miller brothers. The night has just begun.

“I think I'm gonna head to my room for a little while” You say nervously.

“Alright darling, don't keep us waiting though.” Tommy said with a smirk.

You awkwardly chuckle and walk at a fast pace up to your room.

don't keep us waiting though.

You repeat to yourself what Tommy had said to you. What does he mean? What could that possibly mean?

You feel yourself getting all giddy. Your silk panties are feeling more & more wet. God they really make you weak. You lay down on your bed with your hands on your temples pondering on the promise you made to yourself. “You craved their touch in all ways so that was your goal next visit. You were going to make it happen no matter what cost.”

Looking around to make sure nobody was near and all was clear. You close your door, not fully in case your dad called you for help. Pulling the blanket over you for safety. Hand soft stuttle hands pulling down the hem of your white skirt pooling at your ankles. Taking off your silk soaked underwear leaves you bare. The soft air hitting your core.

Hands travelling down your sides with ease, so soft and innocent. Then reaching your heat. Gentle touches yet enough to send your mouth with soft raspy moans and deep breathes. You always have Joel & Tommy in mind to help you get off.

Their big proportioned bodies, Broad shoulders in their flannels, Thick calloused hands gripping their beers, The scent of musk & sweat always lingering in your nasal passages.

Small circular motions around your clit start going faster and more rough, almost hitting your high until…

“Honey your dad wanted to know if you wanted-”

You rise in fear seeing Joel and Tommy entering your room. They quickly shut over the door after witnessing you just touching yourself whilst moaning their names. Your cheeks are scorching red with embarrassment and shame. You are lost for words.

Tommy slowly opens your door with Joel standing behind him. You can't bear to look at them after what just happened.

They stand at your door frame, with an impressed look on their faces. Slightly laughing.

“Look at that Tommy, she got our name in her mouth whilst getting off”

You cringe at the fact, You've known these men since you were a little girl. And they saw you touch yourself to them.

They walked into your room and shut the door behind him.

“My dad. He- he's gonna notice you're gone. Wo-won't he come in-”

You are stuttering on your words, so embarrassed still.

“It's okay baby. He went out to get more beer and a couple snacks, he will be gone for a little, actually came in to ask if you wanted anything” Joel said softly and deep.

The only thing you wanted was them both.

“I'm so sorry- This is wrong. Y-You shouldn't have seen that” You say stressing.

Tommy and Joel both look at each other again. Same look as before. Mischievous and Dominate.

“Don't be embarrassed baby, it's okay. It's natural and nothing to be ashamed off” Joel said with reassurance.

Tears start forming in your eyes. You can't help but cry. You dont understand why.

“Please dont tell my dad” You say softly and innocently.

Tommy cups your face and wipes the tears with his thumbs. Leaving a small kiss on your forehead.

“We won't sweetness, but you need to do something for us first” Tommy said in a serious manner.

You look up at them with your glassy doll eyes. So innocent and pure making it hard for them both to compose themselves.

“God you're beautiful, grown up to be such a beautiful girl” Joel said.

“Let us take care of you babygirl”

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You sit up quickly when those words hit you. You were a virgin. No man had ever taken care of you in that way. Yeah you've been out with a few guys before but you felt nothing like Joel & Tommy made you feel.

Joel grasps your right cheek with his hand, so rough but his touch was so soft feeling almost paternal. His lips reach yours, shutting you up. Your eyes widen but shut suddenly. Your lips are like magnets to a fridge. Never losing grips. Tongues searching each other's mouths.

Whilst you're kissing Joel, Tommy’s hands explore your body. This was all new territory for him. Traveling down your baby soft skin, down and up your legs. Down your back. Over your stomach. Then finally reaching your tits under your shirt. Kneading them with both hands. His touch made you let out a little moan into Joel's mouth. Making him smile

“She likes that Tommy, look” Joel says looking at his brother proudly.

Your sensitive nipples in between Tommys index finger and thumb. His hand massaging them like dough

“Got the prettiest tits I ever seen honey” He says with a smile that never left his lips.

Joel finally pulls away from your lips, leaving you breathless. Tommy lets go of your chest. You look up at them with puppy eyes.

“I've never- Um- Im a virgin” You say then looking down waiting for an answer.

You hear them slightly giggle at each other, you wondering if they are judging you or not.

“S’alright baby, we will go nice and steady” Joel said with ease. Tommy shaking his head agreeing with his older brother.

“Why are you doing this to me? I mean you guys are my dad's best friends, am I not too young for you guys? You say in confusion. I mean it's true. You were 19, Tommy was 47, Joel was 50. Any human would agree with you. It was so wrong that it made you want more. Something about the age difference turned you on so bad. You didn't understand.

“We see the way you look at us darlin, how you act around us, how you dress. We are grown men. We know how you young ones work” Tommy said with a slight giggle.

You were once again embarrassed. Yes you did all those things for attention but you didn't think about how it really looks. You didn't know how much they'd actually pick up on it.

“You do a damn good job at it, I mean shit” Joel added.

“So just let us take care of you for the first time baby, we can take it nice and slow. We promise” Joel said softly cupping your cheek.

“Take off your shirt honey,” Tommy said gently.

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You slowly take off your shirt, then slowly remove your bra, finally leaving you bare. You cross your arms feeling so exposed, Tommy rips your arms off you, showing you off. He and Joel were mesmerised by your beauty. Never taking their eyes off you. Both sets of hands now touch you all over. You lay back on your elbows on your bed. Tommy’s mouth is now attached to yours. You hear faintly the sound of belt buckles clanking. Your heart starts to speed up making you nervous for what will come next. Joel stands up towering over you to get the full image of your body. In awe. Tommys stands up above you now too leaving you looking up at them once again bare and on full display as they tear the blanket off you.

“I'll go first Tommy, Give her something else in the meantime” Joel said sternly.

He gets on the floor on his knees pulling you closer to him. This time it was more rough. You gasp at his touch. He grips the back of your knees, spreading your legs open slowly. Your core in his full vision. Sleek and glistening from arousal.

“She's soaked Tommy.” Joel said with a laugh, Tommy quickly moves to have a peak. He lets out a huff of surprise. “God she's a pretty little thing aint she” Tommy says softly, making you even more wet.

Joel starts kissing your inner thighs travelling up with ease at just the right pace, finally reaching your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief. You had felt anything like this before. Joel looked up at you while he was eating you. Small circular motions with his tongue around your nub making you moan like no other. You grasp his hair motioning him to keep going. He was making you feel like heaven.

“Oh you like that, dont you a pretty girl? Tommy said into your ear. “Love my brother eating you out?” You can't even answer him, the pleasure is too much to handle. You give a small nod not breaking eye contact with Tommy.

“You're so sweet baby girl, I could stay here all day” Joel says into your core lip not leaving your pussy.

The pleasure is too much for you to even let out a word.

Tommy starts to unbutton his pants, You look at him with a half smile while taking a quick glance at Joel. He finally pulls down his jeans after palming himself at the sight of you and your pleasure. Seeing you in this state made him harder than imagined. You take a glance at his manhood. Above your face. It's perfect.

“Open wide baby, i’ll be gentle”

You were nervous as you’d never done anything like it before but you became familiar with the idea after hearing your friends talk about it nonstop. You take him into your mouth and start sucking this cock, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue against the tip savouring every last bit.

“Fuck your doing amazing honey” Tommy voices trembling above you.

You start to speed up as he’s gripping your pigtails hard, back and forth. Up and down. anything to make him weak.

His moaning became heavier.

While you're going at it with Tommy cock, Joel now stands up above you in front of you. Your legs now wrapped around his waist. You knew what was going to happen.

“You okay with this? i’ll stop if you say, you just gotta tell me darlin” Joel said with a tender tone.

“Yes- Please I want it” You said eagerly.

“Give it to her Joel. She’s been a good girl” Tommy said to Joel.

He lines himself with ease at your entrance. Making sure he’s oh so careful with you as you were brand new. He started pushing so carefully. You wince out of pain. You knew it was going to hurt at first but you sucked it up because you wanted this.

“Shh Shh it’s okay baby, I got you, it’s gonna hurt for a little longer” Tommy said kneeling down in front of you with urgency. “Just look at me and Joel will take care of you before I do. he just gonna stretch you out a little”

The pain was so hot with each push further and further. You let out a painful moan rolling your eyes back. He was fully in.

“You’re doing so good, baby, I'm gonna start working now okay?” Joel said with reassurance

“O-Okay” Your voice trembled.

He starts fucking you now with ease. The pain had turned into immense pleasure. Words didn’t describe how amazing it felt. Joel’s cock so thick and big. The perfect fit into you. Tommy’s was definitely big but a little more skinner. Still fucking amazing though.

You grip onto Tommy arm beside you so tightly from the pleasure, digging your nails into his bicep. Your moans fill the room, music to their ears.

“Damn Joel, she’s really loving it” Tommy said proudly. Joel was too focused on making sure you were okay and you were more than okay.

“J-Joel I think i’m-“ You say heavy breathing

Tommy immediately rushes towards your sensitive clit to help you get to your high. looking at Joel with a smile

“Yeah, Just like Tommy. She’s shakin” Joel says in the most dominant voice you’ve ever heard. Your legs trembling just as fast as your breath. You can’t even comprehend what's happening the pleasure it’s over the top.

You are having the time of your life.

You grip onto Tommy’s arm like your life depended on it.

“Let go baby, you’ve been such a good girl” Joel giving permission to reach your high. And you did just that. Slow, heavy deep breathes. You release all on Joel cock. Your legs weak, your head spinning, your breath shaking as your chest rises then sinks. You look over at Tommy then at Joel. He didn’t wanna cum inside to save you that stress of the aftermath. He pulls out his length and shoots long thick ropes onto your tummy. So warm.

“You did amazing honey, we are so proud of you” Joel said trembling. You both press you foreheads against each other.

“Move over Joel, Time for me to show her some lovin” Tommy said excitedly. They immediately switch positions, Tommy grasps your hips and manhandles you to flip you. Now on your tummy.

You were more nervous to see what Tommy was going to deliver this time.

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Chef Beef 2/2

Part 1

Thursday

11:30 AM.

Only a few more days left of this experiment. Jason wasn’t sure if he was dreading the end or looking forward to it. Streaming twice a day was kind of a lot, but it was also invigorating.

Jason heaved a sigh at his screen, mostly joking in his exasperation. His viewers were little shits. “I already pounded it.” He held up the tenderized steak. “I pounded it within an inch of its life– in bed, against the wall, on the floor–” Jason cut himself off from reading the comments incredulously. “In the kitchen!” He scowled at his fans. “I am not pounding meat anywhere but in a clean kitchen.” He shook his head and scoffed. “I will tenderize one more steak, if you really need to see it. Pay enough attention this time to notice the sterile environment.”

Raven sighed deeply. “I will explode the head of the next puerile loser to comment,” she threatened. She snapped her fingers at the viewers, nails setting off sparks and smoke. “Do not make me read those words.”

Jason gave a theatrical shudder.

She squinted at the comment section. “Are you Nightwing?” she asked him wryly. He was probably the only person who could tell that she was laughing her ass off internally. “They can’t think of another reason for us to know each other.”

Jason jumped so hard he nearly hit his finger with the mallet. “No! Christ.” He shook his head. “We look nothing alike.”

The chat exploded with commentary. He ignored it with a laugh and went back to work. Dick must be giggling his ass off.

A few minutes later, he was explaining the miso-yuzu topping for his steak when he noticed a familiar name dropping another sticker. 

Hey, wait. He frowned. “HawaiiHunk2?” He read incredulously. “You the same motherfucker that got blocked yesterday? You are thirsty, buddy.” 

Raven put down her spoon and leaned over to see the screen. “Ew,” she said, screwing her whole face up.

“Miso hungry for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺,” HawaiiHunk2 had said. Definitely the same fucker. 

“I’ve got it.” GOATman typed up rapidly. 

Jason waited a moment for the notification that the guy was blocked to appear. Nothing. But HawaiiHunk2 never sent another message. Huh. Maybe he’d missed it somehow? “Thanks, GOATman,” he said. He stopped stirring his mix and set the bowl aside. “Imma see you again for dinner, right?”

GOATman sent a yes and a flood of emojis.

“Someone has a comparison, look at this.” Raven gave up any pretense of helping and leaned both elbows on his counter. He made an aggrieved noise. “They’ve got screenshots of us standing next to each other and…” she frowned. “Where did you get this image?” she said, sounding dangerous. 

Jason looked over. “...Nerd,” he said. Someone had found a high quality shot of Raven and Nightwing and used her as a scale to do math about how big both men were. “You’re doing math? Embarrassing.”

“This image proves that you are taller than Nightwing,” said Kissy6000, a certified freak. “If her stated height is accurate, you are 5 inches taller than Nightwing, and your thighs are an additional 4 inches in circumference compared to his.”

“And much more swole,” added BicepMan. “Nightwing wishes he was built like that.”

He choked on a laugh, because that was kind of mean to his manager. “Back to twice baked potatoes,” Jason said pointedly. “We are almost done.”

He took the first bite on camera, as he always did. “Yupp,” he pronounced, “this is delicious.” 

“I agree.” Raven licked her spoon. “I will probably never cook again, but I may manifest on your welcome mat and beg.”

“That’s more polite than my brothers,” he told her, and then turned his attention to his viewers. “Tell me if you make it– hell yeah, I will repost your picture,” Jason promised. “Mm, do I– I don’t see any relevance, BicepMan,” Jason scoffed. “Do I like redheads? Off topic. Blocked and deleted,” he joked. Then he held up his hands in a stop gesture. “Not for real, GOATman.”

That was an asinine inquiry. He shook his head with a laugh. 

Obviously he liked redheads. No one could have survived extended contact with Dick’s goddamn menagerie of redheaded hottie hangalongs as a teenager without forming a preference. But it was inoculating. The average redhead on the street could not shake him anymore. He had managed to stay cool under the pressure of extended conversation with redheads hotter than these civilians could have ever dreamed of. Fuck. 

BicepMan sent crying emojis. Jason waved it off with a hand and tried very hard to forget his teenage fixations. “Whatever. You can live, but you now owe me a picture– no, a picture of food. If it looks shit, I am going to make fun of it on my next stream, so you had better put your whole ass into it.” He tried his potatoes. “Mm, very good.” He showed a forkful to the camera. “Cheers. Fuck off now.” He cut the feed and then tore through his meal. 

He had a simple meal for his evening stream. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but this was really growing on him. Maybe Jason was one of the lonely losers who would benefit from eating meals with someone. He considered this as he chatted back and forth with GOATman. “This is nice,” he said out loud. “Maybe I should go eat with my family more.” 

GOATman sent him 100 dollars. 

“Jesus,” Jason said, startled. “I don’t need your money. But thanks. You think it’s a good idea?” He wondered, cutting a slice of his tart. 

“I think your family would love to have you over.”

The sincerity nearly made his skin crawl. Jason fidgeted. “I don’t know, my dad and I have a troubled relationship.” He sighed and put down his fork to rub at his face. “We’re both stubborn.”

“You can resolve it.” 

“You are so positive, GOATman.” Jason huffed a laugh. “Maybe. I’ll see my Dad later, maybe I’ll see if he wants me over.” 

Later that night on patrol, Jason made a point of swinging to the north end of his patrol radius. He tended to overlap with Bruce’s route there.

As expected, bat ears pricked up in the distance. Jason tried not to fidget as he waited. “Red Hood,” Batman said, landing down. “Everything alright?” 

Jason nodded. “It’s good,” he said, feeling very stupid. How was he going to walk the conversation around to maybe coming over for dinner? “I-”

Red Robin cut into the comm line. “Batman, do we have any indication that Luthor is up to something unusual?”

Batman went tense. “Why?”

“A localized EMP went off and ruined Superboy’s phone, laptop, and his family smartfridge today at 12:16 this afternoon,” Red Robin reported, sounding awfully serious for such a stupid topic. Jason stifled a snicker in his glove. “I noticed because he usually sends me thirsty- he sends a lot of reports on his days, normally.” He overcorrected himself, flustered.

Batman hummed. Jason shook his head and got out his grapple, grateful for the exit from this conversation. “Perhaps he was misusing his devices,” Batman said. “The fridge is an unfortunate casualty.”

Jason turned the channel off before he had to hear any more about Superboy’s technological woes.

Friday

“Dear Jason!”

He sat up with a start, not ten minutes after he had gone to bed. Dick was grinning at him like a ghoul, holding out his phone in the darkness of his bedroom. He was still in his Nightwing costume. His gloves were off, so Jason could see that he had a fresh manicure for the first time in a while.

‘I need bug spray or some shit.’

“...Kory,” Jason said groggily. “Good morning.” He laid back down with a groan.

“Good morning!” she chirped. “I am looking forward to our video collaboration today! What should I wear for this occasion?”

Oh, fuck. He stared at his ceiling, struck immobile by horror. He was going to be trapped in his kitchen for more than an hour with one of the most attractive people on earth. Why was this happening to him?

He turned a thoroughly wounded expression on Dick. Dick shrugged. “Wardrobe?” He prompted. 

…He did not want to pick out clothes for Kory. That was… no, that was dangerous territory.

Why was she asking him? Was this a normal thing for a celebrity to care about?

Jason ran a hand through his hair and cursed his life. “I don’t care,” he said. “A ballgown. A swimsuit. Old sweats. You literally always look good.” A bit too much sincerity crept into his voice at the end. 

Dick flinched.

“You as well!” She sang out. “Let us make a bargain! We will wear the shortest of shorts, and shirts that show our arms! The viewers will find it extremely invigorating.” He just knew she was flexing on the other end of the line.

Jason thought over that for a moment. “I don’t think I own Daisy Dukes.”

Dick tossed the phone onto his bed and started shuffling through Jason’s dresser. He retrieved a pair of jeans and then walked off with them into another room. 

It took a moment for the pin to drop. He sat up. “Dick!”

A rip cut through the air as Dick converted his jeans into shorts.

Jason laid back down mournfully. “I have short shorts,” he reported to Kory. “Okay. Wanna coordinate a color or anything?”

She cheerfully demurred. Jason ended the call and then hauled his sore body out to glare at his shitty older brother. “Don’t you have any pride? You know damn well that putting Kory on my livestream is gonna be really weird.”

Dick shrugged. “This hurts, but my rent is paid up for the rest of the year,” he said philosophically. “I can cry into a pile of paid bills.” He held up a pair of horrifically short cut-off jeans with a self satisfied smirk. “I’m going to get a car. You need to work in a reference to this credit card company by the way, say you use them for shopping for groceries.” He tossed a contract on the bed.

Jason blinked. “…How much money am I making?” He asked, baffled. “I haven’t looked at my accounts.” 

Dick rolled his eyes. “You’re an asshole,” he said fondly, in a truly incredible bit of projection. “Sleep tight!” He slammed the door on his way out. 

Jason laid there for a long and miserable moment, mind ticking unwillingly. He wanted to sleep. He needed to sleep, especially if he was going to deal with how catastrophically hot Kory was. Jason swallowed, hard. He tried not to think about her triceps. In his house. Kory and her hair and her everything, in his home. Holy shit.

He couldn’t sleep. He had to get up and scrub his home from top to bottom. What if Kory pulled the fridge out from the wall and saw the crumbs back there, huh? What if she needed to crawl under his sofa and saw that he had used it to hide an imperfection in the wall molding? 

Once that was done, Jason took his nervous energy to the grocery store and changed his damn mind half a dozen times about what he wanted to make. 

“Don’t be mad,” Dick texted him, an hour before go time.

What did that mean.

Jason called him immediately. Dick rejected the call. He stared at the phone, genuinely fearful. What did that even mean? How could it get worse?

He called again.

Dick’s phone was off.

He dialed up Barbie. “Hey, what is Dick up to?” Jason asked nervously, as soon as the line connected. 

She laughed in his ear and ended the call.

He paced around his kitchen. “That’s cool,” he said. “That’s fine. It probably doesn’t mean anything.” 

He found out what it meant when Kory knocked on his door and breezed in a cloud of perfume to land a kiss on his cheek. “Jason!” She announced, way too loudly. “We are so excited!” Her incredible hair sort of lashed and sparked in the air.

He reeled, a hand to his cheek. “What,” he said, like a dumbass. We? Oh no. It was a plural situation.

Roy Harper came in after her and kicked the door shut, arms… out. And bulging. “Yeah, we brought some stuff,” he said, as if Jason had noticed the goddamn tote bags he was hefting. Jason hadn’t gotten that far.

Jason made a wounded sound. 

‘If Wally West or Barbara Gordon shows up, I’m leaving. This won’t be my apartment anymore. I’m not strong enough for this. Is Dick mad at me?’

“What’s that?” he said weakly, trying to get his hormones under control. Jason held onto the countertop to stay standing. He needed help. He needed one of those LifeAlert devices. Someone should call an ambulance immediately. His heart was going too fast and it hurt.

Roy grinned at him. It was so white and perfect that it hurt his brain a little. He dropped the totes on the counter and then dug out two honeydew melons. “Perfect melons!” he said, holding them up to his chest.

Jason made a sound like a strangled cat.

Kory threw her head back and laughed. “That is too funny, friend Roy,” she said. She floated over and snatched out some grapefruits. “They resemble your large pectorals!”

Roy grinned at her and sort of jiggled the fruit. “Thanks for noticing,” he said, and then he looked back at Jason. “Some of your followers had some rather… scientific curiosity.”

He tried to make a noise. Nothing came out.

“Yes,” Kory said, idly tossing fruit up and down. “You crushed a root vegetable in your hand. It has spurred inquiries such as, “Can a melon be cracked open in the bend of your arm? Will it crack or be crushed, or will it be unaffected?” Her grin turned extremely mischievous. “I thought we should all try it!” She dashed in between the two men and gave a squeeze to each of their arms. “That is why I thought that we should not wear the sleeves today! It will be easier to clean ourselves.”

Dick was a dead man. He could pay his bills in hell.

They started the stream. He introduced his guests. Jason was in such a fugue state that he knew damn well he wouldn’t remember what had happened. He stammered his way through the introduction so severely that Kory patted his back and then cheerfully announced they were going to make fruit juice!

“We will begin with guavas.” Kory pulled them out with a flourish. “Let us crush them with our hands!” She grinned to the camera. 

Jason managed one look at her crushing fruit between her palms and then went back into survival mode. He wanted to lick her hands. He wanted to join a monastery.

“Next, oranges. I wanted to see if we could juice them inside the rind. What do you think?” Roy gave the screen a winsome smile and a piece of fruit a teasing squeeze.

“Oh!” Kory floated upwards in her excitement. “Let us take turns crushing them with our biceps! Everyone, please observe.” 

“This is debatably sanitary,” Roy said, and then effortlessly crushed his orange over the bowl. It flattened and spurted out violently.

Jesus.

Jason watched, transfixed, as juice dripped down his arm. Kory crowed a laugh and then copied him. Jason let himself be bullied into it next. Why not? This might as well be happening to him. 

HawaiiHunk2 returned just long enough to type up an all caps scream. He then disappeared from the list of viewers. 

Relatable. He was right. For once in his miserable and horny little life, HawaiiHunk2 was right. It was better to run away.

“Next!” Kory brandished two melons. The chat exploded into incoherency. “Let us attempt the honeyed melons! Their rind is very thick.”

Jason looked at the orange juice drying on his arm. 

“Looks sticky,” Roy said casually. Too casually. “Need me to clean that up for you?” He stuck his tongue out ever so slightly.

Jason reflexively made the sign of the cross. 

“We also have watermelons!”

“God help me,” Jason begged. He gripped the counter hard.

“I have heard that it is an internet challenge to crush them in one’s muscular thighs! We, too, shall crush watery melons!”

“Yeah, buddy,” Roy said, extremely unhelpful. “Lucky we are all in such short shorts.” He twined around to show the camera his flank, lifting a leg. His thigh muscles flexed.

Jason didn’t really remember the rest of the stream. He didn’t remember ending it. It was sort of a rush of blood and hormones. He just survived the experience, honestly.

When it was all over, Kory and Roy each kissed a cheek and then bustled out with cheerful efficiency. They said something about going to blow up a warlord. Or something. He didn’t really know English anymore.

“Good luck,” Jason said, dazed. He sat down on his floor. His laptop and phone chimed constantly with notifications. Me too, buddy, he thought. 

His window slid open and Dick crawled in like Sadako. “Yooooo,” the world’s worst sibling crooned. He tumbled into the room with a roll and then landed in a crouch. He giggled to himself, the white light from his phone reflecting on his face. “Oh, hey, did you see Tim’s message? Someone set off another EMP at the Kent farm during your livestream.” He snickered. An app made a ping noise, as a transaction registered. Dick threw his head back and cackled. “I have infinite money now! I don’t care about using paid vs unpaid leave anymore. I am going to get a 401k and health insurance! I am never going to die.” He threw himself back into the sofa and kicked his feet in the air.

Jason looked at his phone, seeking something that would numb the pain of his brother’s happiness. 

His back went rigid.

He opened his messages. He scrolled past the 102 unopened messages from Kon, as was his habit. The top one said, “I am free ton….”

That was unimportant. He had unopened messages from both Kory and Roy.

Roy

You looked hot as hell today. 🔥 u free tonight? 👅 🫦 what else them thighs do?  🍈 

Kory

Jason! 💕 You have the cleanest sofa I have ever seen. ✨ Let us spend some time upon it together and cause it to become filthy and possibly broken! 💋 🍑  💪 

He looked at Dick. He looked back at his phone and the R U up style messages from two of Dick’s exes. He looked again at how heinously happy Dick was. 

“Hey, Dick,” Jason said slowly. He felt a terrible smile creeping across his face. 

He had the power to make all of that go away. 

Dick stopped smiling. He went very still, like a meerkat in the grass. “…What up?” 

“C’mere.”