#we are the game this month. and we are losing.

[babyleostuff]

─ PINK RIBBONS

𝜗𝜚 THEME: fluff, domesticity, you being jeonghan's whole world (mention of the military) 𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: idol!jeonghan x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 792

natalia's note: idc if this is too dramatic, i don't want jeonghan to go

⦗💌 ⦘your favourite past time? playing with your boyfriend's hair, duh. sadly, it's the last time you get to do it for the next two years.

“here,” jeonghan drops a bunch of… somethings in your lap and sits down on the fluffy rug you bought last month, his back facing you. 

your boyfriend’s randomness is nothing new; even before you began dating, you quickly found out that yoon jeonghan was an unpredictable man. but no matter how much time has passed since you agreed to be his girlfriend, you are still taken aback each and every time he decides to do something out of the blue in his jeonghan fashion. 

you quickly grew to love his randomness, though. it’s like being surprised in the best ways possible.

“what,” you pick up a packet of colourful hair ties and hair pins, “what do you want me to do with those?”.  

jeonghan turns around and looks up to meet your eyes, his own holding nothing but fondness and warmth. “my hair,” he says and shakes his head of messy brown hair he died a couple of days ago. “we haven’t done this in a while, so i thought it’d be nice.” 

your stomach churned. how many times have you sat like this - you on the edge of the sofa and jeonghan in front of you, resting comfortably against a cushion you placed so as not to strain his back. a drama or a cooking show would be playing quietly in the background, neither of you watching it, too busy with basking in the domesticity. 

looking back, it was a no-brainer that you got addicted to your boyfriend’s hair so quickly. playing with it became a little habit of yours - before bed, in the morning, at a game night with the boys, during parties - whenever jeonghan was in your arm’s reach, you’d play with his hair, no matter if they were short or long (though you always mourned his long hair whenever he cut them). it always managed to calm you down and ground you when life got a bit too much. 

you’ve never experienced deja vu before, but if this was how it felt then you’d rather be hit with a sledge hammer. it’d hurt less. 

and now… despite that you could feel your heart breaking, you couldn’t tell him no. it’s probably the last time you’ll be able to do this before the enlistment anyway, so maybe… maybe it’ll be a nice way to celebrate his last days at home? 

“it’s hair. it’s just hair,” your mind seems to scream into the void as you grab a couple of the purple-ish hair bands and slide them on your wrist. but your heart is even louder and it feels like you’re being ripped apart. 

were you being dramatic? definitely. did you care? not at all. your whole life would change in the next day or so and despite preparing for this for such a long time now, it didn’t make it any less painful. with jeonghan leaving you’d be losing a part of yourself.

“hey,” he raises his hand and grabs your chin, “get that scowl off your face.”

“i know,” you sigh. “it’s just that-,”.

“i don’t want to hear any of that. we’re having fun tonight, honey,” jeonghan says and runs his thumb over your cheek. affection and pure love, which are always there whenever he looks at you (coups makes sure to point that out on every possible occasion), seemed to slow your racing heartbeat, because the longer you stared into his brown, gentle eyes the more your mind seemed to quiet down. oh, how you are going to miss that lovesick stare. “no more sad faces, yeah?” 

you swallow and nod, your heart heavy from all the emotions. the pink ribbons and blue pins look like the opposite of what you are feeling, but… you have to be strong. if not for yourself, then for jeonghan. 

“any specific requests?” you ask and comb your fingers gently through his silky hair.

“nope. whatever you do,” he says and turns his back to you, “it’ll look perfect.” you couldn't see jeonghan’s face, but you could hear the smile in his voice. 

placing a peck on your exposed leg, he makes himself comfortable against the cushions and lets out his grandpa-esque sigh. 

what the next days are going to bring - you aren’t sure. you don’t even want to think about it. but for now… for now, you are as content as you can be. enveloped by your love’s affection like a security blanket, his warm hands sliding up and down your calves, as if reminding you that he’s still there, it is enough for you. enough to swallow your tears and put a brave smile on your face for the man sitting in front of you. 

for now it is only you and him and all the pink ribbons.

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[gratelove]

Beg A Little

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

You and your best friend Chris are hanging out, like you do every night. Playful banter turns into something more. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Chris playfully teases you, pushing you to beg for more even after you swore he couldn’t.

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, oral, praise kink, begging

It was another night at Chris’s place, which, in all honesty, was pretty much every night. You were both lounging on his couch, your feet sprawled across his lap, surrounded by the glow of string lights that you had helped Chris hang up months ago. You lost track of how many nights you spent like this - talking, laughing, and losing to your best friend in video games.

Chris was sprawled out on the other end of the couch, looking effortlessly handsome in his usual hoodie and beanie combo. He was trying—and failing—to hide his smug smile as he watched you struggle trying to beat him, your face one of pure concentration.

“You’re really bad at this, you know that?” he teased, glancing over with that familiar playful grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“Shut up, Sturniolo,” you shot back, trying to focus but feeling the heat of his gaze on you. “I’m just letting you win to boost your fragile ego.”

Chris laughed, low and teasing. “Fragile? Nah, my ego’s doing just fine. But if you need an excuse for why you keep losing, I’ll let you have that.”

You threw a pillow at him, which he easily dodged, his grin widening. It was all so typical—you and Chris throwing playful insults back and forth like it was your second language.

Chris tossed the controller aside, scooting closer. “You know, you talk a big game for someone who’s consistently terrible at every video game ever.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes but feeling your pulse quicken at his proximity. “Maybe I’m just pretending to be bad so you’ll pay more attention to me.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a bit closer. “Oh, is that what you want? More attention?”

Your breath caught at the shift in his tone. You leaned back, but Chris followed, his face inches from yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Maybe,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “Or maybe I’m just tired of watching you act like you’re all that when we both know you’re just a dork in a beanie.”

Chris laughed, his eyes darkening as they flicked down to your lips and back up again. “A dork, huh? That’s not what you’ll be saying when you’re begging me to help you beat the next level.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding. “Oh, please. Like you could make me beg for anything.”

Chris’s grin turned mischievous as he moved even closer, his hand resting on the back of the couch beside your head, while the other moved to your bare thigh. “Wanna bet?”

The tension between you was electric now, your banter shifting from lighthearted to something charged and flirty. This was also typical for the two of you, flirting that never led to anything. Although, it seems tonight that Chris was feeling risky. Chris’s thumb brushed your jaw, tracing a slow line that made your breath hitch. The playful smirk never left his face, but his touch was soft, deliberate, as if he was testing the waters.

“You’re all talk, Sturniolo,” you challenged, tilting your head slightly to meet his gaze. “When are you gonna back it up?”

Chris’s eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, voice low and teasing. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around your legs and you gasped as you were pulled. Your butt now flush with his outer thigh, his face mere centimeters from yours. “But I’m down if you are.”

There was a daring edge in his tone, and before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his in a quick, teasing kiss. Chris didn’t hesitate; his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. It was playful at first, but it quickly turned intense.

You pulled back slightly, catching your breath, but Chris’s fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you close. “You really think you can handle this?” he murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. “I don’t think you’re ready. I’ll have you begging on your knees after this. You’ll be obsessed.”

You smirked, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his sweatshirt. “God, Chris. Don’t stroke your ego too hard. Try me.”

Chris’s playful demeanor shifted, the teasing smile giving way to something hungrier. He kissed you again, this time with more urgency, his lips moving against yours in a way that made your skin tingle. His hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer until you were practically on top of him. His hands pushed under your cropped tank top. His thumbs brushed under the curves of your breasts, squeezing your ribs slightly, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Still think I’m all talk?” Chris teased between kisses, his breath warm against your skin.

You bit your lip, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, feeling the heat between you growing. “Shut up and keep kissing me.”

He grinned, his hands cupping your breasts. You moaned at the feeling of his warm palms against your peaked nipples. “Now who’s begging?”

You laughed, meeting his lips with yours again. Chris’s fingers traced slow circles on your hips, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You tugged at his hoodie, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into yours. The only sounds were his low chuckles mixed with the quiet hums of satisfaction whenever you responded with a bit of attitude, meeting him kiss for kiss.

“You’re getting quiet on me,” Chris teased, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. “What happened to all that trash talk?”

You smirked, trying to keep your voice steady even though your heart was racing. “I’m just waiting for you to do something worth talking about.”

Chris’s eyes darkened at your challenge, his playful smirk never wavering. “Oh, I can do a lot better than this. But you’ve gotta ask nicely.”

You could feel the tension between you thicken, his words sending a thrill down your spine. It was a game now—one you both knew how to play all too well. You pulled off his beanie and tossed it aside. You tangled your fingers in his messy brown hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your lips.

“Why don’t you show me, then?” you dared, but Chris only grinned, his hands pausing at the waistband of your shorts, teasing you with the barest hint of what was to come.

“Not until you ask,” he said, his voice a low murmur, filled with teasing confidence. “Come on. I wanna hear you say it.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the heat between you intensifying as he brushed his lips against your neck, just enough to make you gasp but not enough to satisfy. Chris’s touch was light, infuriatingly so, and you found yourself shifting closer, desperate for more.

“Chris,” you breathed, your tone half a plea, half frustration, as his kisses trailed along your jawline, every touch like fire on your skin. “Don’t tease.”

He chuckled softly, his lips grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “But teasing’s the best part,” he whispered, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines on your skin, making you squirm beneath him. “Besides, you look so cute when you’re like this.”

You bit back a moan when his teeth clasped around your earlobe, your hands clutching at his hoodie, trying to pull him closer, but Chris held back just enough to keep you wanting. He kissed you again, slow and sensual, but pulled away just as you started to lean into it, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“Come on, baby. Beg a little,” Chris said, his voice playful but edged with that intensity that had been building all night. “And maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He was dragging this out, savoring every moment of watching you unravel. And damn it, it was working.

“Fine,” you muttered, the heat of your frustration mingling with the desire coursing through you. “Please.”

Chris’s eyes lit up at your reluctant plea, his hands finally moving with purpose as he shifted closer. In one smooth motion, Chris’s grip tightened, and he pulled you onto his lap, the sudden shift making you gasp softly. “See, was that so hard?” he murmured against your mouth, his touch firmer now, drawing soft, needy sounds from you that you couldn’t quite suppress. His words left a pool in your panties.

You found yourself straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips as his hands settled on your waist, fingers digging in just enough to hold you in place. The closeness was dizzying, and you could feel him through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, the unmistakable hardness pressing against you sending a rush of heat through your entire body. Your breath hitched, and Chris’s eyes flashed with a knowing look.

“Feel that?” he asked. His hands guided your hips back, then pulled you forward, letting you feel the full effect of his arousal against you. “That’s what you do to me.”

You bit your lip, a soft moan escaping as he pushed your hips back again. As he pulled you forward, you instinctively rolled your hips, the friction making your whole body shiver. The sensation of him beneath you, so close and so real, was overwhelming, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through you that made it impossible to think straight. Chris’s hands tightened on your hips, encouraging you to keep going, his touch both gentle and insistent, guiding you into a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“You drive me crazy,” Chris whispered, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in, his lips grazing your skin with a mix of kisses and teasing nips. The feeling of him, hard and eager beneath you, was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but move against him, the thin layers of fabric between you doing nothing to dull the intensity of the sensation.

Every roll of your hips, every gasp and quiet moan that slipped from your lips, seemed to fuel Chris’s own desire. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, drinking in every reaction, his own breaths growing ragged as he tried to maintain control. His fingers dug into your waist, guiding your movements as you rocked against him, the pressure building between you in a way that was both agonizingly slow and impossibly perfect.

Chris’s hands moved up, sliding under your shirt, his touch warm and exploring, sending jolts of pleasure through you as he continued to guide your movements. His lips found yours again in a kiss that was deeper, hungrier.

“You’re so sexy,” Chris breathed, his words laced with both affection and need, his voice husky as he pulled you even closer.

Your head fell back as a soft moan escaped your lips, lost in the way his fingers grazed and pinched your sensitive nipples. Chris watched you, his dark eyes full of intent.

“You like this, don’t you?” Chris murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with the satisfaction of knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

“Yes,” you breathed, squeezing his shoulders. The feeling of him, hot and hard beneath you, was driving you wild, but one of his hands on your hip, kept your motions slow, made you crave more. He was holding you back. He liked to tease you.

“You want more, don’t you?” You nodded your head eagerly, as you tried to pick up the speed of your hips, but Chris put both hands on you, holding you in place. You frowned at the loss of contact of his hands on your breasts. “Tell me what you want, baby,” Chris whispered, his voice rough, his lips brushing your ear.

“I want you,” you moaned, fighting against his grip, but it was no use. “Chris, let me,” you whined, as you tugged on his hair. Chris chuckled and the sounds was maddening. The way he held you on the edge, his gentle touch unyielding, just to keep you wanting and never enough to give you what you need… it made you crazy.

“You know what to say.” You swallowed hard as his hands slid down your thighs. His fingers pushed under the hem of your shorts to find the edge of your panties.

“Chris, please…”

Chris’s response was immediate. His grin widened at your words, and he tugged at your top, sliding it up and over your head in one motion, exposing you to the cool air. His gaze dropped to your now bare skin, and the heat in his eyes sent a rush of adrenaline and desire through you.

“Good girl,” he praised softly, his voice thick with approval as his hands traced over your newly exposed skin, his thumbs brushing against your chest with a touch that was both tender and possessive. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through you, and you arched into his touch, your breath hitching at the way his fingers teased, exploring every curve.

Chris’s lips followed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down, tasting every inch of your skin as you moved against him. The feeling of him—his mouth, his hands, the pressure of his arousal against you—was almost too much, every nerve alight with the intensity of the moment. You tugged at his hoodie, desperate to feel more of him, and Chris obliged, pulling it off and tossing it aside, his bare chest now pressed against yours.

The feeling of skin against skin was electric, the heat between you magnified as Chris’s hands slid down your back, pulling you impossibly closer. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your skin, his hips lifting to meet yours in a way that made your head spin. The pressure, the friction, the sensation of being this close to him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but moan, rocking against him with increasing urgency.

“You want more?” Chris asked, his voice husky, a teasing edge still lingering even in the heat of the moment. He watched you intently, as he moved his hands to your ass. He palmed and squeezed at the flesh, controlling the rhythm as he guided you closer, never quite giving you everything you were aching for. “I need to hear you beg for it, baby.”

Your mind was a blur of desire and frustration, the feeling of him—so close and yet still holding back—making every nerve in your body scream for more. You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, your breaths ragged as you leaned into him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“Chris,” you gasped, your voice breaking as you rolled your hips, feeling the full, maddening friction of him against you. “Please. I need you.”

Chris’s grin turned almost predatory, satisfaction flickering in his eyes as he finally let go of the last bit of restraint. His hands moved to the waistband of your pajama shorts, and you helped him, both of you fumbling with the fabric, eager to remove every last barrier between you. The sensation of his hands, firm and urgent, made your pulse race, each touch sending waves of heat through your body.

Clothes were discarded in a blur of movement, each layer peeled away until nothing separated you. The feeling of his skin against yours, every inch of him pressed intimately close, sent a rush of exhilaration through you that was almost dizzying. Chris’s hands roamed freely now, no longer teasing but intent, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot with a touch that was equal parts gentle and demanding. His lips moved lower, bringing one of your nipples between his teeth. The sucked, kissed, and rolled it between his teeth, making you hiss in pleasure and pain.

He then flipped you, so you were sitting on the couch, and he kissed lower, sliding off the couch until he was on his knees in front of you. He put his hands on your knees, pulling them open to expose your dripping pussy to him.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, taking in the sight before him. His thumb ran up your center, making your legs shake at the touch. You watched him bring it to his mouth and suck your juices off of him. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. “You’re so sweet,” he groaned, then began kissing your thighs. You moaned and the fire it left.

The anticipation built with every second, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he settled between your thighs, his gaze locking onto yours with a look that sent a rush of heat straight through you.

“You’re so beautiful,” Chris murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. The words were barely audible, more felt than heard, but they sent a thrill through you all the same. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider as his lips followed, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses against your inner thigh that made your whole body tense with anticipation.

He was taking his time, savoring every reaction, every quiet gasp that slipped from your lips. Chris’s mouth moved closer, his breath hot and teasing against your most sensitive spot, and you couldn’t help the way your hips lifted slightly, seeking the contact that he was purposefully withholding. You could feel the smirk against your skin, Chris’s fingers tightening on your hips as he held you still, his tongue flicking out in a slow, deliberate tease that left you trembling.

“Chris,” you breathed, your voice shaky as you reached for him, your fingers tangling in his hair. The sensation of his mouth, so warm and soft against you, was almost too much, and you couldn’t help but moan as he continued his slow, agonizing exploration.

He worked you over with deliberate skill, his tongue moving in soft, languid strokes that made your thighs quiver. Each flick, each slow, purposeful motion was designed to draw you closer to the edge, his mouth pressing intimately against you in a way that was both gentle and commanding. Chris was relentless, finding the rhythm that made you gasp, each movement pushing you closer to the point of no return.

It was a heady mix of vulnerability and euphoria, the feeling of being completely at his mercy, every nerve ending alive under his touch. You could feel the pressure building, a hot coil of pleasure that tightened with every flick of his tongue, every soft hum of satisfaction that vibrated against your skin. Chris’s hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you in place as he drew out the moment, taking you right to the edge with practiced ease.

“You taste so good,” Chris whispered between kisses, his voice rough and full of need, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat through you. He pulled you closer, his mouth never slowing, driving you higher with every slow, sensual stroke. Your breaths came faster now, each gasp blending into the next as the pleasure built, your body responding to every touch, every movement of his tongue.

You were lost in the sensation, the relentless rhythm of his mouth pushing you closer, each second blurring into the next as he expertly pulled you toward release. It was overwhelming—the way he held you, the way he moved, the way he knew exactly how to drive you to the brink with every flick and swirl. You could feel the tension coiling tighter, your thighs trembling against his shoulders as you tried to hold on, but Chris wasn’t letting up, his mouth working you over with a focused intensity that left you breathless.

“Chris, I’m—” The words caught in your throat, your voice breaking as the pleasure peaked, your whole body tightening under his touch. Chris didn’t stop, his tongue pressing just right, his movements calculated and relentless, keeping you teetering on the edge of release, so close it almost hurt.

And then, with one last, perfectly timed flick of his tongue, you shattered. The release washed over you in a wave of pure, unfiltered pleasure, your body arching off the couch as every nerve lit up in bliss. Chris held you through it, his mouth and hands steady as he helped you ride out every pulse, every shuddering breath. You could feel his smile against your skin, a soft, satisfied hum of approval as you came undone beneath him.

As you slowly came down from the high, your breaths ragged and your heart racing, Chris moved back up, pressing soft kisses along your body as he went, his touch soothing and affectionate.

The rush of release still pulsed through your veins, leaving you breathless and trembling against the couch as Chris moved back up, his kisses soft and lingering against your flushed skin. His touch was both soothing and possessive, his hands roaming your body with a newfound urgency, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He hovered above you, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, teasing kiss, but there was a deeper hunger in his gaze now, dark and intent, that made your breath catch all over again.

Chris’s fingers traced the curve of your waist, his touch featherlight, drawing out the lingering shivers from your previous high. The warmth of his skin against yours was electric, every subtle movement reigniting the desire that had never quite faded. You could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against your thigh, and the anticipation sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you.

“You’re incredible,” Chris murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with both affection and that familiar edge of teasing confidence. His hand slid between your legs, feeling the evidence of your pleasure, and he smirked, his touch both reassuring and possessive. “So perfect for me.”

You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, every nerve still sensitive and alive. Chris’s lips found yours again, the kiss deeper this time, filled with unspoken promises as he settled between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. He hesitated, just for a moment, his eyes locking with yours in a silent question, and you nodded, breathless and wanting, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you pulled him closer.

Chris pushed forward slowly, filling you inch by inch, the sensation almost overwhelming as he stretched you, your body instinctively tightening around him. He groaned, the sound deep and rough, his forehead resting against yours as he stilled, giving you both a moment to adjust. The intimacy of it, the feeling of him fully inside you, sent a shiver through your entire body, every inch of you attuned to the heat and weight of him.

“You feel so good,” Chris breathed, his voice husky as he began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in with a measured, teasing thrust. The rhythm was maddening—deliberate and controlled, just enough to keep you wanting but never quite enough to satisfy. Each slow, teasing thrust sent jolts of pleasure through you, but Chris held back, his pace almost taunting, drawing soft whimpers from your lips.

“Chris, please,” you gasped, the words tumbling out in a breathy plea as you rocked your hips, desperate for more. But Chris only smirked, his hands tightening on your hips, holding you in place as he continued his slow, torturous rhythm, clearly enjoying every moment of making you beg.

“You like this, don’t you?” he teased, his voice low and full of that familiar playful arrogance. “Begging for it… so desperate for me.” His words sent a rush of heat through you, the praise making your body respond instinctively, your breaths coming faster as the tension coiled tighter.

Chris shifted his angle slightly, his thrusts growing a touch rougher, more insistent, and the change drew a moan from you that was pure, unfiltered pleasure. He watched you, his eyes locked on your face, taking in every gasp and shiver as he pushed you closer to the edge all over again. The contrast of his gentle kisses and the more forceful rhythm of his hips was dizzying, a perfect mix of soft and rough that left you completely undone beneath him.

“God, you’re so good,” Chris groaned, his voice ragged as his thrusts became more deliberate, driving deeper, hitting that perfect spot that made your vision blur. “So perfect… just like that. You’re taking me so well.”

The praise sent another surge of pleasure through you, the words mingling with the physical sensations in a way that left you desperate and on the brink. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. The intensity of it all—the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way his eyes never left yours—was overwhelming, every sense heightened as you chased that peak together.

Chris’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, each one hitting deeper, harder, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and need. You were teetering on the edge, every nerve alight with the anticipation of release, and Chris seemed to know exactly how to keep you there, balancing right on that line between gentle and rough, teasing and intense.

“Come on,” he urged softly, his voice thick with desire as he quickened his pace, pushing you closer with every movement. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come.”

His words were all it took. The coil inside you snapped, pleasure washing over you in waves that left you breathless and trembling beneath him. You moaned his name, your body clenching around him as you came undone, every muscle tensing in bliss. Chris’s rhythm stuttered as he followed you over the edge, his own release hitting with a guttural groan that vibrated through you, his thrusts slowing but never losing their intensity as he rode out the high.

He collapsed against you, both of you panting and tangled together in the aftermath, the heat of your shared release still thrumming between you. Chris’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath, a soft, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice full of affection as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, the intensity of the moment giving way to a quiet, blissful calm. You smiled back, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. Everything felt perfect, and for a moment, you were just lost in the warmth of being wrapped up in him.

But then Chris’s familiar smirk returned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not gonna lie, though—I’m still thinking about how you said I couldn’t make you beg. How’d that work out for you, huh?” His tone was laced with playful arrogance, the kind that made your cheeks burn in the best way.

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a rush of embarrassment and excitement all at once. “Okay, fine, I might’ve underestimated you. Just a little.”

Chris grinned, leaning back slightly to get a good look at you, his gaze sweeping over your still-flushed skin. “A little? Babe, you were practically chanting my name. I mean, I knew I was good, but fuck—you were giving me a whole damn concert.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some level of composure even as your pulse quickened at his words. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it. I was just… caught up in the moment.”

He chuckled, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your thigh. “Sure, ‘caught up in the moment.’ Whatever helps you sleep at night. But let’s be real—you loved every second of it. Didn’t know you had it in you to sound that desperate.”

You bit your lip, feeling both flustered and turned on by his teasing. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Chris replied, his voice low and dripping with sarcasm, but there was a warmth in his eyes that softened the edge. “You think I’m gonna let this go? Nah, I’m framing that moment in my mind. You, begging for me? That’s top-tier content right there.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully, though your heart was still racing. “Fine, you win this round. But next time, you’re not getting off that easy.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning downright wicked. “Oh, is that right? Big talk from someone who was begging for me just five minutes ago. But hey, I’m down for a rematch anytime. Maybe next time, I’ll make you work for it.”

Your laughter filled the room, mingling with his low chuckles, and you felt a surge of warmth at how effortlessly you two slipped back into your usual rhythm. “You wish. Next time, I’m gonna have you begging, and we’ll see who’s talking big then.”

Chris pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Oh, I’m counting on it. But let’s be honest—I think you like begging for me a little too much. You were practically begging for my—”

You cut him off with a kiss, unable to resist the playful challenge in his voice. The kiss was heated, all teeth and tongue, and when you pulled back, Chris was grinning like he’d just won a prize.

“You’re a cocky bastard, you know that?” you said, shaking your head but unable to hide your smile.

Chris laughed, running a hand through his messy hair as he leaned back, completely unbothered. “Yeah, but you love it. And I’m not gonna lie, hearing you beg… might be my new favorite sound.”

[geniusphilester]

hello and welcome to dan and phil games, today we are playing with the psyches of our fanbase

[puppyeared]

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[deiaiko]

#22.4 Result

Even though his team had more members, Khun did not anticipate the speedster in Agni's team who managed to steal the princesses' tags in just a few seconds. Basically leave half of his team's fishermen immobile right from the start.

Khun managed to stop Dan with lighthouse flow control, and Rak was able to steal Dan's black tag. Yet Agni managed to undo the flow control and free Dan before Rak could take back the tags that Dan had stolen.

Endorsi was then given Laure's tag and fought with Gyetang, while Anaak was given Shibisu's tag and fought Agni along with Rak. Ran didn't lose his tag and had been countering Novick since the start of the game. Surprisingly, they seemed to be on par with each other. Khun didn't know who won by the end, since he was too busy trying to catch Dan, who managed to steal Hatz's tag at one point. 

Suddenly, his lighthouse was no longer being interfered with by Agni, and only then he saw that Endorsi had joined hands to fight Agni after rendering Gyetang immobile. With Agni's attention diverted by three main powers, Khun was finally able to immobilize Dan. However, he only managed to retrieve one white tag, since all the other stolen tags were already handed over. He gave the white tag to Hatz to get him back into the game, but by that time Gyetang was also back on his feet, so they were sent to fight each other.

Ten minutes went by too fast. Khun slumped to the floor and finally took some deep breaths. Clearly, Agni's team didn't go easy on them, and he was lucky enough to keep his tag. 

"I see you've given your best." Agni said as he caught Ran in his arms before he fell face flat onto the floor. Ran must've swallowed the lightning pill halfway through the fight, and Khun didn't really know how to feel about that.

Khun looked up to the second floor balcony where Bam and Grace were talking. He could feel the corner of his lips pull up when he saw Bam looking bashful as Grace ruffled his hair.

"Gather up everyone," Agni called them, still holding Ran's limp body. He looked like he was about to pass out himself, though. Handling both princesses and Rak all by himself while still assisting his other team members was really impressive in Khun's opinion, even if it was only for ten minutes. 

Everyone, including Agni's team, sat down in a loose circle, exceptions being Ran who was laid down in front of Agni and being tended to, and Laure who was sleeping soundly on the floor behind Hatz. Most of the others looked worn out and some were even hiding a limp, but the moment Gyetang and Dan started to excitedly recount and compliment everyone, his team was easily drawn into the conversation.

Bam and Grace came to join them a moment later, bringing bottled water and a first aid kit. Grace offered to check on each one of them, which unsurprisingly started from Agni. Though Khun declined his offer when it was his turn. He didn't get any bone-shattering hits, so he was fine. Grace didn't look happy with it, but he moved on.

Meanwhile, Bam distributed the water, bandages and ointment. Then he decided to go sit near him and Rak, to Khun's delight. It felt like their missing puzzle piece was finally fitted back into place. 

"It's nice…to be with everyone again." Bam mumbled to himself, yet Khun heard him clearly. And so did their friends, who were looking at Bam wistfully.

Bam was holding his knees that were folded close to his chest, making him look small and closed up. Golden eyes were shadowed from view by his long bangs. It was like there was still an invisible wall that divided him from everyone else, keeping him unreachable. Khun itched to touch him, to get rid of that wall and pull Bam back to him, to what they used to have.

There was so much yet so little to talk about, and Khun felt himself hesitating, especially with this many eyes on Bam. He finally understood why Agni set the tag prizes as is.

Khun touched Bam's arm with his fist, and smiled tiredly when Bam turned his head at him. "It's good to have you back, Bam." 

Many emotions flashed in those golden eyes; disbelief, fear, sadness, hurt, longing, relief, joy. Even though he had heard the story from Bam, Khun still couldn't imagine how much suffering Bam had gone through during all those years they were apart. How lonely he must be, and there was nothing Khun could do to fix what had been done. But when Bam finally smiled back, crooked like he just fixed himself back together, Khun vowed that he'd never let anyone take anything away from Bam ever again.

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