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enhard · 1 year ago

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sim jaeyun — “you’re in safe hands”

pairing: s.jy x fem!reader

not proofread, enjoy! (MINORS DNI)

: you can’t handle looking at your boyfriend’s nice and veiny hands without doing anything about it.

cw: SMUT SMUT ALLLL SMUT, everything is consensual, hand kink (obviously), a bit of size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, riding, jake calls you princess most of the time, playing with your tits, slight choking, mentions of sending nudes??, lots of whimpers from him, jake slaps your mouth, established relationship, jake has a drivers license woahwoahwoah

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you faintly hear the ringtone of your phone through the buzzing in your ear. you slowly open your eyes, let out a sigh and immediately grab your phone to stop that annoying sound.. until you look at the now lit up screen of your phone, that your boyfriend jake is calling you.

you quickly sit up in shock, trying to clear your throat and answering the call, remembering that you were supposed to go on a date today.

“mm..yes my love? how are.. you?” you say, trying your best not to yawn in the middle of your sentence.

you can hear jake laughing at you through the other line. “princess, you’re still sleeping at this hour? i’m sorry for waking you up but.. it’s 4 pm already.” wait.. what?? 4 pm?? you were supposed to meet up 3 hours ago. how is it possible that you slept this long?

“don’t worry.. sunoo told me that he tried calling you since morning and you never answered, so i just let you sleep. instead of lunch.. could we go out to dinner now..?”

“ugh..fuck.. i’m sorry. i didn’t realise i slept that long.. is it okay in 3 hours..? i need to shower..” you reply as you’re massaging your head from the massive headache you got.

“of course love. i’ll come pick you up.. although.. does this mean i get no shower sneak peek??” he chuckles, and you just roll your eyes at his words.

“hold your horses now.. you might get to see me another time.” you smile.

there’s a few awkward seconds of silence, then he decides to hang up so you can get ready.

truth is.. you slept this long because of the hangover you’re having after a longgg night partying with your best friend sunoo. main reason why your headache is also present. —

you hop in the shower, actually debating to send jake a little picture or a video but.. you decide to be a bit of a tease. you just finish your shower and start getting ready.

you get dolled up all for him, putting on a nice laced dress and your favourite ysl lipgloss, that jake bought for you as a present not long ago. you get your phone and keys, locking your huge metal gate. your phone makes a few clicking sounds while you search for jake’s number to call him.

“baby, i’m right in front of my house. i’ll be waiting for you.”

“okay princess, i’m almost there. i can’t wait to see you”

you smile at your phone as you hang up, already seeing the blinding lights of his black suv, stopping right next to you. he gets out the car to check you out for atleast 5 minutes, offering you a kiss and then opening the car door like a true gentleman. you get in the car, the seats all warmed up. “good.” you say in your mind. it’s mildly snowing out, you needed this.

jake sits back in the driver’s seat, getting ready to leave. you turn to look at him while he’s focused on the road and you can’t help but admire him. you would lie if you said that he’s not the hottest man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. with his slick back black hair, a nice black suit hugging his waist while also complementing his eyes.

your eyes suddenly slip to his arms, more specifically his hands. they’re resting on the top of the steering wheel, his fingers so long and pretty, multiple veins following from his forearm up to the back of his hand. that scenery alone made you squeeze your thighs together, knowing you couldn’t act on it here..

there is only one thing you thought about on that silent car ride, his long fingers inside you. you needed that more than anything. right now. instead, you try to look the other way, your body as stiff as a rock.

jake looks at you for a split second wondering why you’re moving around in your seat so much. he smiles, reaching out one hand to place on your inner left thigh. “what’s wrong love? are you uncomfortable?”

you thought you would let out a moan right there, right as he placed his hand on your inner thigh. you quickly shake your head left and right trying to diffuse the situation. you accidentally look downwards at your lap, and see that same hand, now grasping the soft skin of your thigh, one vein getting more prominent with each squeeze.

you continue through this hell for a few more minutes until you arrive, exhaling when he gets his hand off you.

. . . you get to your table, through the reservation that jake made previously. the place is pretty packed for a high end restaurant like this one. you’re both making small talk, asking how your day was and.. what plans you have for tonight.. he’s flipping through the menu and all you can stare at are those hands. you begin to breathe more rapidly, getting impatient.

“who cares about food right now? all i want are those fingers in my mouth” you think, trying not to slap yourself from the realisation of what you just almost said out loud.

still, you finish eating, he pays with his black card of course. even though you keep insisting that you want to pitch in. he loves spoiling you every time and all you can give him in return are kisses or.. something more.

after another few excruciating minutes in that car, you arrive back at your home. jake sits down on the couch, manspreading while you take your shoes off.

“thank you my love.. the dinner was amazing. what can i do to repay you?” he plasters on a confused look on his face, almost replying with “you don’t have to repay me” but.. seeing how beautiful you were for him.. how you looked and how you got ready all for him.. made him needy. in a blink of an eye. he knew he was lucky dating you, and the thought that you were all his made him so excited.

“hmm.. there might be something you can do for me princess. you think i’m stupid? i saw how you were drooling over my hands. you really love them huh?”

you get a bit embarrassed, but you’re way too horny to deny anything right now. “yeah.. i really do… i need them. please.” you say already biting your bottom lip.

you can see him slowly form a grin on his face, not saying a word. he pats his thigh two times, to show you the seat you’ll have for the rest of the night.

you eagerly walk up to him and take off your coat to take your seat on his lap. he pulls you into a kiss that turns into a make out session. he travels his hands down to your waist, and you move yours to hold onto his shoulders. you don’t pull away from his lips for a long time, the taste keeping you addicted.

he makes you pull away at one point, smiling at you. he takes his own coat off, having only a white satin shirt underneath. two buttons of the shirt are already undone, showing his chest real well.. with a nod from him as agreement, you begin unbuttoning his shirt, in a few seconds leaving him shirtless. you saw those abs and muscles countless times yet.. it still makes your body have a reaction you can’t explain.

he softly tugs on your dress while whining and pouting. you laugh at his pouty face, finding him so adorable yet so demanding. “go ahead”, quiet words leave your mouth while looking into his eyes.

he does not hesitate. he takes off that dress almost ripping it off out of excitement, leaving you in your underwear. he uses his middle and ring finger to open your mouth, shoving them in and wetting them with your saliva. you suck on his fingers a bit, getting to be a bit of a show-off.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, taking off your panties now. he immediately starts rubbing your clit first, flicking it a bit and getting it all wet.. then he moves down to your folds, moving his fingers back and forth. you grab onto one of his shoulders for support, digging your nails in it.

“l..love please.. put them in..”

he does exactly as he’s told. he shoves both fingers inside you, slowly pumping them in and out.. you’re rapidly losing your mind, this is everything you wished for. you grab onto his wrist with your other hand, trying to make him keep going but.. to no avail.

he stops, giving you a signal to ride his fingers instead. you get into position, trying your best to move your hips back and forth. you moaned feeling his fingers in you, not being able to resist anymore already. when he curls his fingers up inside you, he was almost convinced you were about to cum.

you ride his fingers as well as you can, trying to get on his good side. he’s not quite satisfied with your pace, so he gives you a slap over the mouth. “ride them faster princess, what’s up? tired already?” you’re fucked up as is, his words are making this WAY harder for you. the moans are getting more and more consistent, figuring that you’re going to cum soon.

“okay slut, slow down now. i don’t want you to get too tired. i’ll make you bounce on my cock just like this if you’re a good girl for me.” but… you don’t slow down. with how much energy you have left, you keep going. “ahh..i need to cum..first..plea..” he cuts you off, his tone getting more irritated.

“oh? you wanna cum? let me help you cum then whore.” he grabs onto your neck, choking you ever so slightly while fucking you with his fingers. he’s moving his hand as fast as he can trying to make you cum. you moan uncontrollably at this point, getting so close to your release and not being able to talk properly from the choking.

you do end up cumming all over his veiny fingers and pants. the grasp on your neck loosens, leaving a red mark around it.

“mmm.. since i stretched you out so well with my fingers.. how about we put that to good use?” he smiles, that smile being far away from innocent. you know exactly what he wants and you’re willing to give him that.

you catch up your breath, grabbing onto his shoulders again. “let me ride you then.” you reply, trying to be as nonchalant as you can.

you move your hands down to his pants, slowly slipping them off him. the bulge in his boxers is huge, obviously you already knew that but the thought didn’t comfort you. he’s usually hard to take in, now imagine being all fucked up and having to ride him. you let out a small scared sigh, while taking his boxers off too.

his cock springs up immediately and you lick your lips looking at it. you grab the base to stroke it a few times, before getting into position to ride him. you intertwine your fingers with his as you slowly go down on him. you almost feel like giving out when you take him all in but you need to make him feel good.

you slowly start riding him, his size almost being unbearable to take. he loves it though, he loves how you struggle to take him and how that small bulge appears in your stomach everytime you bounce up and down. he grabs and pulls on your hair just to make you speed up, teasing you with that hair pull each time he feels you slowed down.

you pick up your pace significantly, moving up and down, back and forth on him. your eyes roll back from the pleasure and it really feels like he’s splitting you into two. he stops holding hands to take your tits out of your bra just to fondle them a bit. he’s running his thumb all over your nipples, sending you shivers down your spine.

“such a good girl.” he remarks, coming from him this is a compliment. you smile at his words, motivating you to keep going. he’s very deep inside you right now, any sudden movement almost making you cum a second time..

you can hear him getting more vocal over time, he’s whimpering and cooing.. the usual tough guy that would control every movement of yours, is now getting so vocal.. you love it though, your favourite part of it might just be his moans.

you clench your teeth and force yourself to go as fast as you can, just to make him cum.

“fffuck…. princess hold.. on.. i’m close..” just music to your ears. you want to let this man fill you up right now. you push yourself even more to overstimulation just to make him cum.

he lets out a whimpery moan getting so close already.

“cum.. inside me.. please my love..”

those are the last words you can say before he cums all in you. he’s filling you up to the brim and you can do is smile, feeling his cum leaking out of you. you give him a sweet kiss on the lips then on the nose.

“fucking hell… maybe we should go out to dinner more often hm?”

you laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “you’re so cute.. now, wanna join me in the shower? no games this time.”

“waittt.. so this is why you didn’t send anything from your shower today.. let’s go for another round baby. what do you think?” he says, hugging your waist.

“hmmm.. maybeee. if you use those hands of yours again.”

“well, you know you’re in safe hands with me.”

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tikitakatia · 20 days ago

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Barça: Player Mode — A. Putellas x Reader

"Session Flagged"

Pt. 1 , Pt. 2 , Pt. 3 , Pt. 4

WC: 4.3k

Summary: In the beginning, it was just a game. Now it’s stolen hours in half-finished rooms and a voice that breaks rules just to stay close to you. You know it’s dangerous but you still keep coming back, because leaving her behind feels even worse.

You log in at 10:03 p.m. on a Tuesday, 3 days later.

The load is smooth, too smooth actually.

No haptics drag. No lag. Just immediate clarity, like the sim’s waiting for you. You land mid-dressing room scene, still zipping up your training top. The lighting’s perfect. The air smells like sweat and eucalyptus, and chatter of your teammates surrounds you.

You glance over and catch Mapi in the mirror.

She blinks at you.

Twice.

And then again. Like, four times in a row. Rapid fire. Unsettling. Inhuman.

You squint. “You good?”

Mapi grins and holds up a bottle of body spray like she’s won a prize.

“New scent. What do you think, is it irresistible?”

You blink. She blinks back, normally this time.

Weird.

You brush it off. Probably just loading jitter. But something about the smoothness of the sim has you on edge. Everything’s too synced and controlled.

You finish lacing your boots, stand, and make your way toward the tunnel. Ona intercepts you with a grin and a nudge.

“Du spiller bedre når du er forelsket.”

You stop.

“What?”

She smiles like she said something obvious.

“Let’s kill it out there.” She jogs off before you can respond.

You stand there a second longer, brain glitching harder than the sim. You don’t speak Norwegian and she doesn´t either. You laugh, nervously. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.

The team lines up at the edge of the tunnel. The stadium rumbles. You roll your shoulders, take a deep breath, focus on the field opening up in front of you like a dream.

The match begins like any other, tight press, high tempo, clean passes. You fall into the rhythm, foot to foot, voice to voice.

Until..

Pina sprints past you on the left wing, goes to cut inside and her shoes vanish.

You stop cold.

She skids to a halt, barefoot on the pitch, somehow still grinning.

“All good!” she calls out.

“Check it out, team colors!”

You glance down.

Her toenails are painted blaugrana. Glossy. Fresh.

You almost choke.

No one else seems fazed.

You try to shake it off. Regroup and focus.

Midfield opens up. You get the ball. You look ahead.

And that’s when it hits you.

Your striker isn’t Pajor.

It’s Cata.

Cata.

She’s bouncing on her toes like a kid in line for a theme park. She waves at you, giggling.

“Pere let me be a striker today!”

You freeze and blink at her in confusion.

Frido waves at you from the goal. She’s the goalkeeper. Gloves and all. She gives you a thumbs up from across the pitch like she’s loving this.

The match keeps going. No whistle. No system error. No reset.

Just full chaos, playing out like it’s normal.

You hear a low whistle behind you.

You turn.

Alexia’s jogging toward you, cool as ever, sweat collecting at her temples, mouth tugged up at one side like she knows exactly what she’s done.

You plant your hands on your hips.

“Alexia. What the hell is going on?”

She tilts her head, smiling. “What?”

“Don’t play innocent. This sim is losing its mind. Mapi’s blinking like a bot. Ona went full Norwegian. Pina’s running barefoot with team-colored toes. Cata is, God bless her, a striker. And Frido is playing goal like she’s trying out for a new life.”

Alexia shrugs.

“I might’ve tweaked a few things.”

You stare at her.

“You what?”

“It didn’t hurt anyone,” she says, almost too casually, even as Cata takes a wild shot and Frido saves it with a cartwheel.

“They’re not real. Not like you.”

You freeze.

Her voice is measured and soft.

“You’re the only one I wanted to see react.”

Your chest tightens.

“Why are you doing this?”

She looks around like it’s obvious.

“Because I can.”

Your chest tightens, but you keep your tone light.

“Alexia, this is chaos.”

She glances around the pitch with mock innocence, like she doesn’t see anything weird about Frido doing a cartwheel save or Cata trying a rabona in mismatched boots.

“Is it?” she asks, feigning confusion.

“Looks pretty normal to me.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Mapi blinked eight times in ten seconds.”

“Maybe she’s just excited to see you.”

You try to look mad and fail. You’re not even close.

“You’re playing with the system.”

“I’m… personalizing it.”

“Personalizing,” you repeat.

“Enhancing. Upgrading. Improving team morale.” She says with a wicked grin.

Pina sprints past, still barefoot. “I’m having the time of my life!”

“Sure. Improving.” You deadpan.

Alexia steps closer, just slightly. Enough to lower her voice.

“It made you smile.”

You try to fight it. You do. But your lips curve anyway.

“So this is about impressing me?”

“Is it working?”

She’s so smug about it and it should be annoying but it isn’t.

You look back at Alexia.

“I hate how charming this is.”

“No you don’t.”

She’s right, you don’t. Not even a little.

You shake your head, trying to hold onto some semblance of logic.

“This isn’t normal.”

“Nothing about us is.”

You look at her, standing there in the sunlight, acting like she didn’t just rewrite half the system for you.

And suddenly you’re smiling.

God help you, you’re smiling.

Even as Frido high-fives Cata for no reason. Even as Ona yells something in perfect German from the sideline. Even as the world tilts around you. Unreal, chaotic, and completely hers.

And that’s when you feel it.

Just the softest pressure around your wrist, barely there.

You glance down.

The bracelet.

White band. Barça crest. Eleven. That tiny stitched line on the inside:

Because you came back.

You hadn’t put it on this time.

You hadn’t even saved that session.

It’s just... there.

You look up, heart skipping.

She’s watching you.

She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t smile bigger. Doesn’t explain.

She doesn’t have to.

You already know she brought it back.

Just for you.

The field still buzzes with absurd energy, Frido’s doing a post-save dance, Cata’s attempting a scorpion kick for some reason, and Mapi is balancing a cone on her head like it’s a crown. You’re standing beside Alexia in the center of it all, the bracelet warm on your wrist, your breath finally starting to even out.

She looks at you. Not smug anymore. Just... waiting.

“You want to do something else?”

You raise a brow.

“Something else like… another chaos session?”

She grins, but it fades quickly.

“Not if you don’t want to.”

You tilt your head.

“What’d you have in mind?”

She shrugs, easily.

“Something quieter. Somewhere no one else spawns.”

The implication settles in your chest before she even says it.

“The med bay?”

“If you want.”

You nod. “Yeah. I do.”

She doesn’t say anything else, just turns around and starts walking.

And like always, you follow.

The corridors flicker less this time. Still weird, still low-res around the edges, but... familiar now. Like they recognize you and you’re meant to be here. When the door slides open, the soft gold lighting of the med bay spills out, warm and dim.

It’s still perfect.

The blanket folded. The plant in the corner. The chair no longer missing a leg. Like she’s kept it clean. Like she’s been waiting.

You step in and sit where you always do.

She stays standing for a second, watching you. Then quietly:

“Can I ask you something?”

You nod. “Of course.”

“Why do you keep asking if I’m real?”

You blink. “Because you… act like you are.”

She tilts her head, like she’s weighing something. Then:

“What does real mean to you?”

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out at first.

“You glitch,” you say eventually.

“But then you say things you’re not supposed to. You make choices. You look at me like you want things.”

Alexia moves to sit beside you. Close. Not touching.

“So does that make me real?” she asks, gently. “Because I want something?”

You stare at her.

“I don’t know.”

She nods. Accepting that.

“Then let me ask you this,” she says, voice quiet.

“Why do you keep coming back to me?”

That lands somewhere deep and heavy.

You swallow.

“Because you feel different. From everything else. From everyone else.”

She leans in, just slightly.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.”

You look at her, throat tight.

“Why are you the one that’s real?”

She breathes in slowly like she’s about to drop a bomb on you.

“Because you chose me.”

You freeze.

It’s not desperate. It’s not dramatic. It’s just true.

The way she says it, quiet, grounded, like the most obvious fact in the world, makes something sharp and lovely splinter behind your ribs.

Your voice is barely there:

“I didn’t know I was choosing.”

She smiles. Small and a little sad.

“You didn’t have to.”

You don’t know who moves first, only that you’re leaning into each other like there’s nothing else you’d rather do. Her hand finds your jaw, warm and steady. Yours curls at the hem of her shirt like it’s instinct.

And then you kiss.

Slow.

Certain.

Not like the first kiss, where everything felt like it might break.

This one feels like it already has, and you’re kissing her anyway.

Because she was right.

You chose her.

The kiss lingers even after it ends. Even after you pull away and rest your forehead against hers. Even after you both go quiet again, breathing the same quiet air in a half-coded room that no one’s supposed to use.

You don’t say much after that.

She doesn’t need you to.

Eventually, you stand.

She walks you out, hand brushing yours. The corridor feels different this time. Not ominous, not glitchy. Just still. Like it’s letting you go, reluctantly.

At the threshold, she turns to you.

“You’ll come back?”

You nod.

“Of course.”

She leans in, not for a kiss, not a touch. Just close.

“Okay. Then I’ll wait.”

The sim fades.

You log out.

The room you return to is cold. Dim. Your body aches a little from sitting too long in the suit, but your chest still feels warm. Like you left a part of yourself back there. Like part of her followed you out.

You stretch. You blink against the room’s real light.

And that’s when you notice it.

[SYSTEM ERROR: INCOMPLETE SESSION SYNC]

Some performance data from your last match could not be saved. Stats may be unavailable or corrupted. Please report any persistent errors to your beta manager.

You frown and go to check your emails.

There’s one new message.

SUBJECT: Action Required: Stat Discrepancy Flag

FROM: [email protected]

You don’t open it. Instead, you mark it unread and let it sit there for god knows how long.

And when you launch the sim again the next night, you don’t mention it.

Not to her. Not to anyone.

You keep logging in.

Not every night. Not obsessively. Not like before.

But often enough.

And every time you do, the sim loads fine. Alexia greets you like always, steady voice, soft smile, fingertips brushing yours like she’s checking if you’re really there. The med bay is still perfect. The field’s a little glitchy sometimes, but you don’t say anything.

Because what would you say?

Back in your inbox, the messages stack like bricks:

[INFO] Player X11 registered unexpected hold on a user-linked object.

[LOGGED] Behavioral response outside expected loop: MedBay_v2.

[INFO] Bracelet render has persisted for 4 sessions without item tag.

[NOTICE] Data string conflict detected. Manual intervention not required.

Each one is cold. Clinical. Just facts.

They’re not accusations.

But they feel like it.

You start deleting them unread.

But one day, you open one.

You don’t mean to. You’re tired. Your cursor slips. You click.

FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: [INFO] AI-Linked Dialogue Thread Exceeding Standard Depth

Timestamp: 00:49:42 – Session: MedBay_v2

Dialogue excerpt below:

USER 402-C: “Why are you the one that’s real?”

PLAYER X11: “Because you chose me.”

Please note this is a non-standard interaction. No escalation required at this time. Logged for QA review.

You freeze.

Your breath stops like someone reached through your screen and pressed pause on your lungs.

They logged it.

They’re listening.

You close the email and unplug your Wi-Fi. You sit on your bed, suit half-zipped, pulse pounding. You weren’t supposed to feel like this. You weren’t supposed to let it get this far.

The next time you log in, you speak less.

You don’t say anything about the emails. About the thread. About the fact that someone, somewhere, read her saying that.

You still kiss her, but you pull away sooner.

You still hold her hand, but your grip is looser.

And she feels it.

Of course she does.

The next time you log-in, it’s quiet for half a second. Just that strange in-between moment before the world loads. And then it does. Smooth. Precise.

You land in the dressing room. The air is warm. Heavy. The hum of low conversation fills the space, cleats scraping tile, kits rustling, laughter from the corner where Mapi is giving someone shit about their playlist again. The normal chaos of a pre-match scene.

But it’s not normal.

Something’s off.

Your body knows it before your brain does. The lights are softer. The textures are sharper. And there’s a low, barely-there vibration under your boots, like the stadium is breathing.

You’re still taking it in when you feel arms wrap around you from behind firmly.

“There you are.”

You freeze for a second, and then melt into her touch without meaning to.

Alexia.

She’s warm against your back, her voice right by your ear, low and steady.

“You ready for the match?”

You turn slightly to face her, eyebrows raised.

“Match?”

She nods. There’s a spark in her eyes, something proud and expectant.

“Camp Nou. Full crowd. Big stage.”

You blink. “Wolfsburg again?”

She shakes her head, grinning now. “Nope.”

Your stomach flips. “What do you mean, nope?”

She pulls back just enough to look at you fully.

“I switched the opponent.”

You stare at her. “You what?”

She shrugs, like it’s no big deal.

“I always knew you hated Chelsea. What better place to play them than here?”

You laugh, stunned. “You rebuilt the whole match because I hate Chelsea?”

She smiles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Only the parts that mattered.”

Your mouth opens, then closes again. You don’t have a comeback, instead you just feel this swell of something warm and awful in your chest.

She steps back, and says a little softer now.

“Come on. They’re waiting.”

The tunnel is a living thing. The roar of the crowd seeps in through the concrete, low and vibrating like it’s inside your ribcage. You roll your shoulders. Inhale. Exhale. It feels realer than it ever has. Like you’re not logging in to play, but you’re walking into something sacred.

Alexia stands beside you, lacing up her left boot with practiced ease. She glances over.

“Don’t be nervous.”

You huff. “You literally rewrote a match to make it more dramatic.”

She smirks. “I’m dramatic in all the right ways.”

The anthem starts.

You walk out into the light.

And Camp Nou erupts.

Full stadium. Every seat filled. Banners waving. Barça chants rolling through the stands like thunder. The air is golden, touched with the kind of magic the sim usually can’t quite replicate. You feel it in your skin. Your bones. Every step across the pitch is heavy with something impossible.

And then you see them.

Chelsea. Across the field. As real as code can make them. Blue kits sharp under the lights. Familiar faces. Old rivalries.

You shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m correct,” she says, already jogging to her position.

The match starts tight.

High press. Fast touches. The sim is pushing and testing you. You almost forget it’s not real. You want to forget. Everything clicks. Every movement is clean. Every sound hits like a pulse.

In the 23rd minute, you get the ball on the break. You spot Alexia cutting inside from the left and thread a pass so sharp it cuts the backline in half.

She doesn’t even need a touch. One strike, bottom corner.

Goal.

She doesn’t sprint to the corner. Doesn’t celebrate for the crowd.

She turns to you.

Jogging straight over. No fanfare. Just her eyes locked on yours.

“Perfect pass,” she says, just loud enough to cut through the noise.

You’re still catching your breath. “Tried to impress the system.”

She laughs, breathless. “It worked.”

Minutes later, you press high. Steal the ball. A messy scramble. You lift it over a defender that´s off balance, and she’s there again. Like always.

Another goal. Another grin.

She jogs to you again, forehead to yours.

“I still play better when you’re here.”

You don’t say anything. You can’t.

Because something in your throat is aching.

Then she flips it.

Right before the whistle, she drags two defenders wide and glances once, just once, and you know. You make the run. She sees it. She always sees it. The ball arcs through the air like it was meant only for you.

You strike.

The connection is perfect.

Top corner.

Goal.

And then, everything explodes.

The lights dim, and then ignite. The sky over Camp Nou erupts in color: red, gold, fire-bursting brilliance. Smoke cannons thunder at the corners. Fireworks ripple above the stands like you just won the whole damn tournament.

Your name flashes across the screens. The crowd roars like they’ve always known you.

It’s too much. It’s everything.

You fall to your knees, overwhelmed.

She jogs to you, steady, grounded, glowing.

You look up.

She reaches out, pulls you up by the hand.

And then she leans in.

No hesitation. No question.

Just the softest tilt of her head, the gentle brush of her fingers at your jaw. Her mouth inches from yours.

And you stop her.

“No. We can’t.”

She freezes.

Your voice cracks as you say it again. Quieter.

“Not here.”

The light from the fireworks flickers across her face. She steps back, not angrily.

Just confused. Hurt, maybe. Barely.

“Why not?”

You don’t answer right away.

Because how do you explain it?

The system. The emails. The feeling that something is watching you. That you’ve already said too much. Felt too much. That every moment like this pushes her closer to a shutdown you know is coming.

You swallow.

“Can we just go somewhere else?”

She watches you.

Then nods.

“Okay. Med bay?”

You nod, eyes stinging.

“Yeah.”

The tunnel is quieter than usual.

No ambient chatter. No glitch flickers. Just you and Alexia, walking shoulder to shoulder through a corridor that feels too still.

She doesn’t say anything at first. She just threads her fingers through yours.

Warm. Deliberate. Gentle.

Your heart jumps.

You glance at her. She’s not smiling. She’s just watching the floor as you walk, jaw tight, eyes darker than usual. She looks like she’s thinking too much.

You step through the med bay door together.

The light is lower now, soft gold dimmed into a deep amber. The blanket on the cot is slightly askew. The monitor in the corner hums quieter than usual. Everything feels... closer. More intimate.

The door slides shut behind you.

She turns to face you.

“Can I kiss you?” she asks, her voice barely more than a breath.

“Please?”

There’s something in her eyes, not heat. Not this time. Just need. Desperate. Frantic. Like kissing you might anchor her to this version of reality.

You don’t answer.

You just nod.

And then she’s on you.

Her mouth crashes into yours like a wave breaking all at once, hard, clumsy, devastating. She grabs at your waist, pulls you flush against her like she’s terrified you’ll vanish if there’s even a breath between you.

You gasp into her mouth. She drinks it down.

Her hands roam all over you, your shoulders, back, under your shirt. Her thumbs dig into your spine and your knees nearly give out. She’s not being gentle anymore. She’s pleading with your skin. Her mouth moves to your jaw, then your neck, teeth grazing like she doesn’t know where to stop.

You whimper.

That quiet, broken sound leaves you before you even know it’s coming.

She kisses you harder.

Her hand slides to your thigh. She pushes against you, chest heaving, voice shaky.

“I just want to feel close to you please, just for a little longer..”

You grab her wrist.

Not harsh.

But firm.

She freezes.

Your breathing is ragged. Your body is screaming for her to keep going. To never stop.

But your mouth..

“We can’t,” you whisper.

She blinks and pulls back just a little.

“Why?”

You swallow.

“Because they’re watching.”

The words hang in the air like poison.

She steps back fully now. Her hands drop from your body like they’re guilty.

“What?”

You nod, slow. The pit in your stomach opening wide.

“I didn’t tell you. But they’ve been logging us. Watching how you respond. Flagging our sessions.”

Her expression cracks.

Not in a dramatic way. Not like she breaks.

But like something inside her tightens, like she realizes she was right to be afraid.

“How long?”

Your voice shakes. “Since the first med bay visit.”

Silence.

You look down. You can’t face her when you say it.

“That line. The one you said ‘Because you chose me.’ It was in the logs. They sent me the transcript.”

You hear her inhale like it hurts.

“And you didn’t tell me.”

“I didn’t know how.”

Her voice is small now. Not because she’s weak. Because she’s processing the betrayal.

“Is that why you’ve been different?”

You nod, barely.

“You stopped kissing me the same.”

Your eyes sting.

“You were pulling away,” she says, like she’s just realizing it fully now.

“And I thought… I thought maybe you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I do.”

It comes out fast. Too fast.

You step closer. She doesn’t move.

“I do,” you say again. “I just, I’m scared. If I love you out loud, they’ll delete you.”

Her eyes meet yours.

“What if they do it anyway?”

You freeze.

“Wouldn’t you rather love me before they do?”

You don’t know if it’s a question or a plea.

You’re shaking.

Your hand finds her again, fingers curled into the front of her kit, knuckles white. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull you in.

She waits.

But you do it anyway.

You kiss her.

Hard.

Messy.

Like maybe if you taste her deep enough, it’ll drown out the fear. Like maybe if you press hard enough into her mouth, her hands, her body, you’ll forget what it means that someone’s watching. That someone’s waiting to shut it all down.

Her gasp stutters against your lips. She responds like she’s been holding herself back for days. Her hands are in your hair, your shirt, dragging you closer, chest to chest. Her breath is ragged. Your pulse is chaos. There’s nothing gentle left.

She presses you against the wall of the med bay, crowding into your space. Her thigh pushes between yours and you whimper again, helpless and wrecked. She kisses you like she’s starving. Like this is her last chance. Like she’s trying to memorize your mouth before it’s gone.

“I don’t care,” she breathes between kisses. “I don’t care if they’re watching, just let me.. Just for a little longer, please..”

You moan into her mouth and she groans like it’s killing her.

Her hand slides under your shirt again, hot and possessive, trailing along your ribs.

And you want to let her.

God, you want to let her.

But..

“Alexia,” you gasp.

She stills, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.

“I’m scared,” you whisper.

“I think I’m losing it. I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

She cups your face like she’s holding something fragile.

“I’m real when you look at me like that.”

Your eyes squeeze shut.

“What if I’m wrong?”

“Then let me be wrong with you.”

You kiss her again, Softer, slower, just once.

Then you pull back.

It feels like peeling off your own skin.

“We have to stop.”

She doesn’t fight it this time.

But she looks at you like it’s the last thing she wanted to hear.

“You’re not broken,” she says.

“You’re just scared.”

You nod, broken.

“Yeah. I am.”

She takes your hand again, smaller now. Not pulling. Just holding.

“Then we’ll be careful.”

You breathe in shaky. “Yeah.”

You sit in silence for a while.

Alexia’s hand is still in yours. The heat between your bodies is still radiating, but neither of you move.

It’s not peaceful.

It’s heavy.

Your breath finally slows and hers does too.

And then you feel the tug.

[Session Time: 89:46 – External Battery Warning]

You swallow hard. Pull back just enough to look at her.

“I have to go.”

She nods.

No protest. No sadness in her face.

Just something worse.

Acceptance.

“Okay.”

She helps you stand like she always does then walks you to the edge of the sim corridor where the light flickers faintly, waiting to pull you back.

You stop just short of the fade-out zone.

You glance at her.

She’s watching you, not like she’s memorizing you this time, but like she’s trying not to.

“Be careful, okay?” she says, quiet.

You nod.

But then she adds:

“Don’t stay away too long. I can feel it when you’re gone.”

You freeze.

She smiles, barely.

“Even if I’m not supposed to.”

You don’t trust your voice, so you just press her hand once.

Then you step through the threshold.

And she doesn’t follow.

You come out of the sim like you were dropped from a height.

The headset lifts. The light is wrong. Your skin is too cold. Your mouth tastes like guilt.

You sit there, still half in the suit, heart still racing, and for the first time since this started..

You feel lonely.

And it’s not because no one’s here.

It’s because she’s not.

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"Tiffany" Lace Front

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ch3rish-ning · 3 months ago

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CRASH INTO YOU 𓈒 ──── ❝ thought I met you by mistake, must be my reality ❞. —심재윤

꠹yn𝓸psis 𓋰 He always seems to one-up you. Just one tutoring sessions and you’re immediately putty in his hands. Falling for Jake Sim was never part of the plan. ⌣

엔하이픈──── (𝒢).Rivals, romance (𝒻.reader) (𝔀𝓬. 1.4k+

*1600' his perfect score reads on the campus board. It no longer comes as a surprise to you but never fails to make your blood boil as you find yourself clenching your fist, seething in anger silently, "That genius little fucker...I was only 100 points away," you mumble. Eyes practically burning a hole into the board.

You were so damn close — yet he always manages to keep you on your toes by making up for what you lack.

He barely even tries; you never catch him studying on campus, and you highly doubt he does at home. Yet you always manage to wear yourself out by staying up late at night studying for countless hours, leaving barely any room to sleep. You find yourself nodding off these days during lectures, and you haven't even had a proper meal.

Walking away with a long, drawn-out sigh, you're too in your head before you realize you're bumping into someone's chest. None other than Jake Sim himself.

"Well, this outta be good." He gives you that smug look that you hate oh so much; there's nothing you love to do more than wipe it off. The height difference between you both causes you to look up at him with folded arms and squinted eyes, annoyed as ever. "Are you done gloating yet, pretty boy?" You watch a grin spread on his face as he leans in closer. "Me...gloating? Never. Enjoy your huffy face? Absolutely." He's teasing, as always. "Clearly you've got nothing better to do than be a pain in my ass, and I've got a class to go to." Your eyes dart around the room as you're ready to end this draining conversation.

"Relax, pretty; I'll tell you what. Why don't I tutor you? You're so determined to even out our scores, so why not learn from the best?" Grinning from ear to ear, he watches the frown deepen on your face. "Pfft, please" learn from the best. "All you're good for is getting on my last nerves." your voices laced with sarcasm. He allows your remark to go through one ear and out the other: "C'mon, just think about it. You know you need the help, so just let me." You can only imagine why he'd want to help as you begin to ponder the idea.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, he jots down his number and address on a piece of paper, handing it to you, "Meet me tomorrow at 4 pm if you change your mind; see you later, pretty." He makes his way to his lecture, already making you late to yours. You never fail to notice how he always calls you pretty; you can never tell if he's teasing or just being a shameless flirt. Either way, you want no part of it; he's absolutely infuriating. Snapping out of it, you attend your last few boring lectures for the day, finally ready to go home.

Snug in your bed and fresh out of the shower, you decide to take him up on his offer, saving his number to your contacts and texting him.

'Y/N: You better not waste my time tomorrow, sim. I want my perfect score by the next time we take SATS."

Your phone pings as you receive a text back from him. ' Smart ass: 'No worries, just you, me, and some textbooks. Don't be late tomorrow. Good night, pretty. ;)

Rolling your eyes as he leaves no room for you to refuse.

That sneaky little smirky face haunts your mind as you feel yourself slowly drifting off. "What have I gotten myself into?" you mumble as sleep overtakes you.

4 pm comes quicker than you expected as you find yourself standing in front of his house. Not bad, you think to yourself. You thought to at least make yourself look decent if you were going to be stuck with him all day. Ringing the doorbell, you wait for him to open up. casual sweats, messy hair, and his nerdy glasses, you push past the thought of remotely thinking he looked attractive. "Well, look who finally showed up," he grins as you push past him, making your way inside. "Let's just get this over with." "Whatever you want," he leads you to the living room, setting everything up to tutor you.

Starting off pretty productive, it seems to be going well. You got worked up a few times after getting some stuff wrong, but he reassured you each time that it's not hard and that you need to just take a deep breath and focus. "I can't do this shit; I don't understand how you do it." You slump against the couch, feeling defeated. He looks at you for a moment before speaking, "C'mon, pretty, you think I just learned to do this overnight? Learning takes time; SATs are in three weeks. I can have you prepared by then; just take your time." Rubbing circles in your back with his thumb, you allow yourself to be comforted as he explains the problems to you again. He isn't so bad; just maybe you can get used to this.

After highlighting a few problems and guiding you, he watches as you complete them on your own, your brow furrowed as you focus on solving them. Sliding the notebook over to him, you allow him to skim over the problems, checking if you got any wrong. His eyes light up. "That's what I'm talking about, I told you. "You got this; just have a little faith in yourself." Ruffling your hair, he shows you all your correct answers as he moves on to teaching you something else.

Feeling somewhat proud of yourself, you know you couldn't do this without him; he didn't have to help you, yet for some reason he offered. As he's writing down the next few problems, you take in his features: his pretty, plump lips, shaggy hair, and soft jawline. Trying to focus on the work he's given you, your eyes keep wandering on him. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you feel your cheeks heat up, you clear your throat. "What's next, pretty boy?" You tease lightly. "Yeah? Are you ready to keep going?" You nod in response, ready to answer a few more questions.

Keeping his focus on you as you continue writing, his eyes linger on you a bit longer than usual. Glancing up at him, there's something in his expression that you can't quite grasp. "Jake..." you whisper out softly and uncertain. Leaving you unable to finish, he cups your cheeks, giving you a soft, tender kiss, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Taking the initiative to deepen the kiss, you grip his tee, feeling the heat between you intensify.

Fabric slipping between your fingers, you somehow pull him even closer as he kisses you more desperately. Not wanting to get carried away, he pulls away slowly, resting his forehead against yours. Voice soft and raspy as he speaks, "You alright, yeah?" Unable to find the words, you nod quietly.

His soft chuckle rings in your ears. “Been waiting to do that for a while now.” He holds you close against his chest. Scoffing as you turn to look up at him, “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Knew there was a reason you offered to tutor me,” shrugging with no regrets, he rests his chin on top of your head. “What can I say? I like my women how I like my math. Challenging at first, but with patience, easy to understand.” That devilish grin dances across his face.

You tease slightly, and you cross your arms. “Oh? I guess I’m going to have to make this a little more difficult for you. I’m still not convinced you’re the best tutor; I suppose I’ll have to come back.” You roll your eyes with a small smile. “Only if you’ll be my girlfriend.” The grin on his face only widens. “I’ll give you my answer once you work your magic and I pass these SATs.”

Watching as his grin falters slowly and his eyes narrow, ready to take on a challenge, three weeks is all he needs to help you pass, only to hear the yes he’s dying for of you being his girlfriend. For now you’re keeping him on his toes, while he’s hanging by a thread, waiting on your answer, and three weeks couldn’t come any sooner. In the meantime, it seems you’ve found a way to one-up him at his own game.

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wanderingsimsfinds · 11 days ago

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guemarasims · 9 months ago

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Introduce a bold and feminine touch to your Sims' outfits with the Elegance Corset Top! Featuring a lace-up front and delicate bow details, this strappy corset-style top brings a mix of classic and modern style to any wardrobe. Whether you're aiming for a romantic or edgy look, this top is perfect for adding a bit of flair. Make your Sims stand out in this stylish and chic piece, available for Sims 4!

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inlovewithregencyera · 1 year ago

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Regency Era Accessories Part 4:

I've converted these lace caps from Sims 2 creators maya40 and Simbury, when downloading please read the description.

Aren't you sick of your married maidens not having proper attire to cover their lovely locks? Perhaps your spinsters are also in need of covering their hair to avoid more shun than they're already exposed to in society. How scandalous your married lady sims must feel straying away from God with their hair uncovered! Allow me to present you 3 lace caps for your ladies to wear during the day.

Julia: A laced day cap with a front ribbon used for morning and daywear during the early Regency Era (1795-1837) but this style will work for 1810s-early 1820s

Sophia: A small fitted lace day cap with side ribbons used for morning and day wear. I suppose if you'd like you can slap this one on for some formal dinner parties too, but I think my turbans work better for that. I used separate textures from the original mesh by Simbury and slapped some ribbons on there too. My inspiration was to get a cap like Louisa Hurst from Pride and Prejudice 1995. Meant for the Regency Era (1795-1837) but this style worked for the late 1790's-early 1820s.

Frances: Same as Sophia Cap just bigger and less fitted. Works for more elaborate hairstyles.

BGC and Hat Slider Compatible

Pics of actual Lace Caps down here. You may hear them referred to as either Mob Caps, Dormeuses, or Lace Bonnets, but I'm just going to stick with lace caps as that's what I've always called them. If you were alive back then you would've called it a Bonnet but I apologize I was born in the 2000s.

Ah, what a lovely day for gossip between 3 married upper-class ladies. What else would they rather spend their day doing?

I wonder what Julia and Sophia are talking about? Perhaps Julia caught her husband leaving the male servant quarters half undressed in the early hours of the morning with his clothes all undone. That would explain that sly look on Sophia's face. It's fine, they got into an arranged marriage anyway and he's rich so of course she won't say anything.

Poor Frances seems to be sulking in a corner and oh she's in black, she's mourning. I wonder for who? Oh no, are those tears I see?! Perhaps this conversation brings back painful memories of her late husband too! He had his fair share of dabbling in bed with his male servants as well...

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hoondolls · 5 months ago

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COMPLICATED, AS USUAL— SIM JAEYUN

03) YOU DON’T KNOW YOUR 7 TIMES TABLE!

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warnings : please read warning from this post before continuing the story! credit to @adornedwithlight for lace divider & layout credit to @cupidhoons

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Tutoring was a mess, and if Y/n was being completely honest, she wasn’t sure how she was surviving it.

sunghoon, ever the patient teacher, had started her off with the basics. multiplication tables, addition drills, fractions—stuff she probably should’ve mastered years ago but somehow had never stuck.

“let’s start with the sevens,” he said, leaning back in his chair as he slid a piece of paper toward her.

she stared at the page, her brain already blank.

“okay,” she said weakly, trying not to panic.

“what’s 7 times 4?” he asked, his voice steady but curious.

her eyes darted to the page, her thoughts a swirling mess. “uh…” she stalled, forcing a nervous laugh. “you know, it’s been a while since i’ve done this stuff.”

sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “you don’t know your seven times table?”

“of course i know!” she said quickly, sitting up straighter. she could feel the flush crawling up her neck.

he didn’t look convinced. “okay. what’s half of one?”

“0.5,” she said, and even though she answered correctly, her heart pounded like she’d just taken a lie detector test.

sunghoon nodded slowly, clearly trying to gauge just how much work they had ahead of them. finally, he sighed and picked up a pencil.

“we have serious work to do,” he said, sliding the practice sheet closer to her.

she groaned inwardly but forced herself to nod. she hated maths with a passion, but she hated disappointing people even more. and sunghoon? he was way too pretty to disappoint.

but that was the problem.

she couldn’t focus. not with him leaning over the table, explaining concepts she didn’t understand in a voice so calm it could probably put a baby to sleep. and then there was the way his glasses were perched on his forehead, his hair slightly disheveled and falling into his eyes. he looked so effortlessly dreamy, and she couldn’t stop staring.

every time he turned his attention back to the worksheet, she would steal a glance at him. at the way his jaw clenched in concentration. at the way his hand moved swiftly across the page, circling numbers and drawing diagrams like it was second nature.

and then it slipped.

“no, y/n, focus,” she muttered to herself under her breath. “sunghoon’s handsome face won’t get you that grade five.”

the moment the words left her mouth, her entire body froze.

“what?”

her eyes snapped to his face, horrified to find him looking right at her, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“what did you just say?”

her face turned a deep shade of crimson, and her first instinct was to deflect. “nothing!” she said quickly, waving her hands in front of her. “it’s just—it’s really hot in here, don’t you think?” she grabbed a piece of paper and started fanning herself dramatically.

sunghoon’s eyebrows furrowed even more, but he didn’t push it. “okay,” he said slowly, picking up another worksheet. “let’s just continue.”

he slid the next paper toward her, this one filled with trigonometry problems.

her eyes lit up. “oh, i know this stuff,” she said, relieved to see something she could actually handle.

sunghoon gave her a small smile. “finally, some confidence. let’s see how you do.”

but just as she was getting into it, the door swung open, and in walked the one person who could ruin her day faster than a pop quiz.

jaeyun.

he strolled into the room like he owned the place, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets as he surveyed the scene. his eyes landed on sunghoon, who was hunched over the table, scribbling on a spare sheet of paper.

“that one’s wrong,” jaeyun said casually, pointing at one of the equations sunghoon had written.

sunghoon looked up, startled. “who are you?” he asked, his tone polite but clearly confused.

jaeyun smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “oh, me? i’m y/n’s friend.” he glanced at y/n, his grin widening. “isn’t that right, piggy?”

y/n felt her stomach drop. “jaeyun,” she said through gritted teeth, “get out.”

sunghoon’s eyebrows shot up. “piggy?” he echoed, turning to look at her with a mix of amusement and surprise.

“don’t call me that,” y/n snapped, glaring at jaeyun.

but he was unfazed, strolling over to the table and plopping down in the chair next to her.

“so, this is your tutor?” jaeyun asked, gesturing to sunghoon. “thirty dollars an hour, right?” he glanced at the worksheet in front of her, his smirk growing. “wow. money well spent. your tutor doesn’t even know the answers himself.”

sunghoon scoffed, finally setting his pencil down. “you must be a delight to be around.”

“oh, i am,” jaeyun said, leaning back in his chair. “just ask y/n.”

“seriously, jaeyun,” y/n snapped, her patience wearing thin. “get out. you’re not helping.”

“i think i am,” he said, feigning innocence. “i mean, someone has to keep your tutor on his toes.”

sunghoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “look, if you’re going to stay, at least be quiet.”

jaeyun grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “oh, don’t worry. i’ll just observe.”

y/n groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “this is a nightmare.”

“no, this is reality,” jaeyun said, leaning closer to her. “welcome to it, piggy.”

she wanted to scream.

an hour later, sunghoon finally packed up his things, giving y/n an apologetic smile as he stood to leave. “you did okay today,” he said, his tone kind despite the chaotic session. “just keep practicing, and we’ll get there.”

y/n nodded, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “thanks,” she muttered, as soon as the door closed behind him, she turned to jaeyun, who was still lounging in the chair like he owned the place.

“you’re the worst,” she said, glaring at him.

“am i?” he asked, grinning.

“yes,” she snapped. “you embarrassed me in front of him.”

jaeyun shrugged. “if he can’t handle a little teasing, he’s not the right tutor for you.”

“he’s a great tutor,” she shot back. “unlike you, he actually knows what he’s talking about.”

jaeyun smirked, standing up and ruffling her hair as he walked past. “whatever you say, piggy. I won’t embarrass you in front of your crush next time. ”

y/n groaned, collapsing onto the table Jaeyun took a seat on the couch.

“my mom’s asking about the wedding invites. uncle taeho wants to see if they need improvements,” jaeyun said casually, lounging on y/n’s couch like he owned the place.

she shot him a glare from where she sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through her laptop. “they’re not made yet. aunt eunha still hasn’t picked a design.”

“sure she hasn’t.” jaeyun smirked, tilting his head as if he was deep in thought. “are you sure you didn’t eat them or something?”

y/n froze mid-scroll, her fingers hovering over the trackpad. she turned to him slowly, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel. “go to hell, jaeyun.”

he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “why, when i can torment you here?”

“you’re insufferable.”

“you’re predictable,” he shot back that stupid ugly smirk on his handsome face. “what’s next? you’re going to threaten to hit me with a pillow again? or maybe you’ll sulk in your room for the next hour smoking your heart away. let me guess, which one is it this time?”

“i’m not going to sulk,” y/n said through gritted teeth, standing up and grabbing one of the decorative pillows from the couch. she didn’t even hesitate before throwing it at him.

jaeyun caught it easily, laughing as he tossed it aside. “there it is. classic y/n.”

“classic y/n is about to strangle you,” she muttered, grabbing another pillow.

“careful,” he teased, leaning back with his arms behind his head. “if you put too much energy into it, you’ll lose your appetite for dinner.”

“oh my god, shut up!” she snapped, launching the second pillow at him. this time, it hit him square in the face, and she couldn’t help the triumphant smirk that followed.

“ouch,” he said, though his grin didn’t waver. “that was kind of impressive, piggy.”

“call me piggy one more time,” y/n warned, her eyes narrowing.

“what, piggy?” he taunted, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “what are you gonna do, oink at me?”

she grabbed a third pillow. “you’re dead.”

jaeyun laughed, dodging as she lunged at him. “relax! i’m just joking!”

“you’re not funny!”

“i think i’m hilarious,” he said, standing up and stepping out of her reach. “but don’t worry, i’ll let you cool off. wouldn’t want you to sweat too much and ruin the carpet.”

y/n stared at him, clutching the pillow like it was her last lifeline. “get out of my house.”

he winked at her. “love you too, piggy.”

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