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"let's play a little game (miguel-vixen) just between you and I"

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰🎲꒱﹕pure smut with little plot ﹕+6.7k

contains: switch!couple, oral, p in v sex (reader is on the pill but wrap it before you tap it), use of sexual toys (vibrator), squirting, food play (whipped cream), ass spanking, multiple orgasms, petnames (love, baby, slut), choking. ┈─★

You rolled the dice in your right hand, feeling the smooth edges press into your palm as you shook them lightly, letting the anticipation build. The dice with "truth" and "dare" on opposite sides clinked against the one with green and red, the sound echoing softly in the quiet room. Your boyfriend, seated across from you, watched your movements closely, his gaze never leaving your hands.

As he settled on the floor, you noticed the way his glasses framed his big, expressive eyes, the lenses reflecting the warm light of the room. His silky soft black hair, usually so perfectly in place, was now a little disheveled, strands sticking out from where his fingers had run through it moments before. It made him look endearingly boyish, a stark contrast to the mischievous glint in his eyes.

He smirked slightly, his lips curving up at the corners as he placed the stack of cards neatly between you. Each card had a color—red or green—matching the dice in your hand, and each color had two cards labeled with the words you both knew all too well: "truth" and "dare."

"Heeseung, what is all of this?" you asked, now seeing a slightly nervous Heeseung.

Heeseung chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at the cards between you. "I thought it might be fun to play a physical game because you don't want me anymore on the PC, and we have been very busy," he replied, his voice soft but carrying a hint of excitement. "Jake recommended it to me, so I don't really know what it's about. Didn't pay attention to it."

"Let me take a card so we can check what we are getting in." You took a green from the stack of dares,

"Text the third person on your phone and write how much you miss your Teddy Bear plushy."

You took the red one that had the same name as the green one, and your eyes opened in slight shock.

"Put my cellphone on vibrate, then place it somewhere on my body. Now, call to that phone."

"I think Jake gave you a NSFW truth or dare game." You show them both of them. Heeseung's eyes widened as he read the dare, the color in his cheeks deepening to a bright shade of red. He cleared his throat, clearly trying to compose himself, but the mischievous glint in his eyes only intensified.

"Jake's got some nerve," he muttered, but there was no mistaking the excitement that lingered in his voice. He looked up at you, his gaze filled with embarrassment "But it's okay if you don't want to do it."

"But I want to; we have never done this version. Right?" Heeseung looked at you, looking for some discomfort in your eyes, but your mind was covered in lust; seeing how good that first dare was made you curious about how the others would be.

Heeseung nodded and took both of the cards you saw out, getting a little closer to you.

"You can start since you have the dice." You shake them in your hand and drop them in the middle of you both, the word "truth" and the color red showing.

Your heart raced as you picked up the red truth card, that simple move made the aire turn thick. You glanced at Heeseung, his eyes locked onto yours, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he waited for you to read the card aloud.

You took a deep breath, your voice steady but laced with excitement as you read the words printed on the card. "What's one fantasy you've never told me about?" The question hung in the air, the weight of it making your pulse quicken.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened slightly, his playful demeanor shifting into something more intense as he waited for your answer. He took off his glasses, setting them aside as he leaned back, his gaze never leaving yours. The room seemed to shrink around you, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both like a warm blanket.

You hesitated for a moment, biting your lower lip as if considering how much you wanted to reveal, but you knew he would take it out of you eventually. "I've thought about sucking you off while gamming," you began, your voice low, almost a whisper. "I've always wondered what it would be like for me to dominate you."

Heeseung's breath hitched at your confession, his eyes wide with surprise, undeniable desire creeping in him. The air between you two crackled with tension, the intensity of the moment pulling you both deeper into the game just when it's starting.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, clearly trying to maintain his composure, but the flush creeping up his neck betrayed the effect your words had on him.

"Wow," he finally murmured, his voice huskier than before. "I didn’t expect that." He leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto yours with a burning intensity. "But I have to admit, the thought of you taking control like that’s driving me crazy."

You could see the hunger in his eyes and the way his body tensed because of his thoughts. It was clear that the idea of you dominating him had sparked something deep within him. His hand reached out, brushing against your thigh, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

"So," he said, his voice low and filled with a challenge, "since you rolled truth, I guess it's my turn next."

It still baffled you how his shy, almost loserlike demeanor changed when he was with you, but it was something that you have learned to deal with.

He reached for the dice, his fingers brushing against yours as he took them. The brief contact made your heart skip a beat, the heat between you two only growing stronger. Heeseung shook the dice in his hand, the clinking sound filling the room, before letting them fall onto the floor.

"Dare," he announced, the word rolling off his tongue with excitement. The dice had landed on green, signaling it was your turn to choose a card.

You reached for the green dare card, your fingers trembling slightly with excitement. As you read the words on the card, a wicked smile spread across your lips. "Looks like you’re going to have to stand completely still for the next two minutes," you said, your voice dripping with playful malice. "No matter what I do to you."

Heeseung’s eyes widened, a nervous laugh escaping him. "That’s going to be tough," he admitted, already shifting slightly as if trying to prepare himself for what was to come. But in his eyes, you could see how ready he was for the challenge, no matter how torturous it might be.

"Ready?" you asked, scooting closer to him, the space between you shrinking to nothing. He nodded, his breathing shallow as he prepared himself, his phone showing the timer. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Time starts now."

You began slowly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw before trailing down his neck. You could feel the rapid beat of his pulse under your fingertips, a testament to the effect you had on him. Heeseung’s breath hitched as you kissed the sensitive spot just below his ear, your tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

He held himself together, his body tense but unmoving, his eyes closing as he focused on keeping still. You couldn’t help but admire his resolve, but you were determined to break it.

Your hand slid down his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath under your palm. You moved lower, your fingers teasing the waistband of his pants, knowing exactly where to touch to drive him wild.

Heeseung bit down on his lip, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to stay still. But as your hand slipped inside his pants, brushing against the hard length of him, you could feel his control slipping.

You leaned in close, your lips hovering over his as you whispered, "You’re doing so well, Heeseung. But how much longer can you last?"

His eyes snapped open, filled with a desperate, almost pleading look as you continued your teasing. Your fingers are now playing with the elastic of his Calvin's boxer, getting interrupted by the sound of the clock. Those two minutes were the worst for Heeseung.

You separated from him as you returned to your initial position. "How was it?"

"I would rather die." You laugh at his response, taking the dice again and throwing them eagerly; both of you could feel almost addicted to the game. You both watched the dice show the color red and the word "Dare." Heeseung now took the card and sighed.

"This game wants to torture me."

"But what does it say?" Heeseung cleared his throat so he can read your dare.

Heeseung's voice wavered as he read the card aloud, his eyes darting to you and then back to the words in front of him. "It says… ‘Congrats! This challenge is for the person in front of you! Take off the shirt of that person and touch you wherever you want for the next three minutes.’" He swallowed hard, the nervous energy between you two palpable.

You felt a thrill run through you at the challenge that was not yours anymore, the air thickening with time passed. The dare was bold and intimate, and it was clear that it had already sent Heeseung's mind racing. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty, but when he saw nothing but eagerness reflected back at him, he let out a breath and slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest.

You couldn't help but let your eyes roam over him, taking in the sight of his bare skin and the way his muscles tensed under your gaze. The sight of him, vulnerable and exposed before you, made your heart pound with desire. It's not the first time you saw him like that, but the truth you said before switched something in the air. Heeseung shifted nervously, his cheeks tinged pink with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation as he waited for your touch.

You set the timer on his phone again, the seconds ticking away as you moved closer to him. Your hands hovered just above his skin, the warmth of his body radiating against your palms as you prepared to begin. Heeseung’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut as you finally made contact.

You started slowly, your fingertips barely grazing his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles as you felt him shiver under your touch. The soft gasps that escaped his lips only spurred you on, your movements becoming more confident, more deliberate. You could feel the tension in his body—the way he was holding himself back, trying to maintain control even as your hands explored his skin.

As the seconds ticked by, you let your hands wander lower, trailing down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles clenched beneath your touch. Heeseung’s breathing became ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep his composure. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way his lips parted slightly as if he was about to say something but held back.

You leaned in close, your breath ghosting over his neck as your hands found their way to his waist, your fingers brushing against the sensitive skin just above the waistband of his pants. Heeseung’s body tensed, a low groan escaping his lips as he instinctively leaned into your touch.

"Three minutes might not be enough," you whispered against his ear, your voice thick with the same desire that was coursing through you both.

Heeseung’s hands twitched at his sides, his self-control hanging by a thread as you continued to tease him, each touch driving him closer to the edge. The timer went off, signaling the end of the dare, but neither of you moved. The tension between you had reached a boiling point, and it was clear that the game had only just begun.

Heeseung finally opened his eyes, his gaze intense and filled with a hunger that matched your own. "My turn," he said, his voice low and strained, as he reached the dice.

Heeseung took the dice, his hands trembling slightly, his excitement evident; the tension between you both was palpable. He gave them a quick shake before dropping them onto the floor, the sound echoing in the room. The dice rolled to a stop, revealing "truth" and the color red.

"This color is haunting us." Heeseung reached for the red truth card, his fingers brushing against the stack before pulling one out. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting yours as he slowly read the question aloud. "What’s the most unexpected place you’ve ever fantasized about doing something intimate?"

The question hung in the air, thick with implication, and you could see the flush on Heeseung's cheeks deepening. He glanced at you, his flirty demeanor slowly coming up. You took a deep breath, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket as you waited for the answer.

"There was this one time, we were at that late-night convenience store, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to sneak into the storage room with you." Your cheeks flushed as you listened, the memory of the moment making your heart race. "I kept imagining you being pressed against those shelves, knowing anyone could walk in at any moment."

"Fuck, Heeseung. That sounds dangerous."

"I know, baby. But you were wearing that miniskirt that I just couldn't help it." He said, satisfied with your reaction, red cheeks, heavy breathing, and nervous glances to the floor from time to time. "It's your turn, princess."

Your heart pounded at Heeseung's confession, the thought of his desire simmering beneath the surface during such a seemingly mundane moment sending a thrill through you. The heat between you two was almost unbearable now, the game pushing both of you to the brink of something deeper and more intense.

You reached for the dice, your fingers brushing against Heeseung’s as you took them into your hand. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through you, the tension thickening even further. You shook the dice, your mind racing with anticipation as you let them fall onto the floor once more.

"Dare," you announced, the word tumbling from your lips as you glanced down to see the red color showing.

Heeseung smirked, his confidence returning as he picked up the red dare card, his eyes scanning the text before a wicked grin spread across his face. "Looks like we’re about to take this game to another level," he said, his voice laced with excitement as he handed you the card.

You took the card from him, your eyes widening as you read the dare aloud. "Sit on somebody's lap and grind against that person until that person begs you to stop."

A surge of adrenaline rushed through you, your breath catching at the sheer boldness of the dare. You looked up at Heeseung, his expression filled with anticipation, his eyes dark with desire as he waited for you to take the next step.

Without a word, you shifted closer to him, your knees pressing into the soft carpet as you slowly straddled his lap. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension between you palpable as you settled yourself onto him. Heeseung’s hands instinctively found their way to your hips, his grip firm but gentle as he guided you into position.

The sensation of his body pressed against yours sent a shiver down your spine, your heart racing as you began to move, your hips grinding slowly against him. The friction between you was intoxicating; the feel of his hardness beneath you only fuelled your desire.

Heeseung’s breath hitched, his grip on your hips tightening as you continued to move, the soft gasps and groans escaping his lips only spurring you on. His eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back slightly as he struggled to maintain control, his hands clenching and unclenching against your sides.

"Fuck, baby, you’re driving me insane," he muttered, his voice thick with need as he fought to keep himself from begging too soon.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you whispered, "I want to hear you beg, Heeseung. Don’t hold back."

The words seemed to push him over the edge, his control slipping as he let out a low groan, his hands moving to grip your waist even tighter as you continued your slow, torturous movements. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, trying to last just a little longer, but you knew it wouldn’t be long before he broke.

"Please," he finally gasped, his voice strained with desperation as he tightened his grip on you. "Please, baby, I can’t take it anymore. Stop, I’m begging you."

The sound of his pleas sent a rush of satisfaction through you, the power you held over him intoxicating. You slowed your movements, finally stopping as you leaned back to look at him, his face flushed with need, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"You did so well, Heeseung," you whispered, a smile playing on your lips as you reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his heated skin.

Heeseung’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze filled with gratitude as he looked up at you. "Your turn again," he said, his voice still breathless but the anticipation of what would come next evident in his eyes.

You took a deep breath, still basking in the afterglow of Heeseung’s desperate pleas. His vulnerability and the power you held over him had heightened the intensity of the game to a new level. As you picked up the dice, your mind raced with what would happen the next round, especially what would bring. You shook them lightly, feeling the weight of both excitement and trepidation.

The dice clattered to a stop on the floor, revealing "Dare" and the color red. A grin spread across your face as you reached for the red dare card, your fingers trembling slightly because of the nerves his aura gave you.

You unfolded the card, your eyes widening as you read the challenge aloud. "Take off all your clothes and choose one person to put on whipped cream in any part of your body and lick it."

Heeseung’s eyes sparkled with excitement. The boldness of the dare was clear, and you could see his pulse quickening at the thought of you being entirely at his mercy. He looked at you with a playful smirk, his hands already moving to comply.

Heeseung returned with a can of whipped cream in hand, his excitement palpable as he set it down beside you. He looked at you with a mix of adoration and mischief, his gaze lingering over your exposed body. The air was thick with anticipation once again, and the room was charged with the electric energy of the game’s next challenge.

You laid on his bed, feeling the cool air against your skin as Heeseung carefully shook the whipped cream can. His hands were steady, but you could see the hint of nervousness in his eyes. He approached you, his fingers brushing against your skin as he positioned the can above your body.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with a playful edge.

You nodded, a shiver of excitement running through you as you anticipated his touch. Heeseung smiled, his gaze locked onto yours as he started to spray the whipped cream over your body. The first cold blast hit your stomach, making you gasp. The sensation of the cool cream against your heated skin was both exhilarating and slightly ticklish.

He continued to cover you, his hands moving with precision as he spread the whipped cream across your breasts, your inner thighs, and on your neck. His touch was gentle yet deliberate, each application of cream causing your breath to hitch with pleasure.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Heeseung leaned in, his breath warm against your skin as he began to lick the whipped cream off. The sensation of his tongue tracing over your body, tasting the sweet cream, was electrifying. Each touch was a tantalizing mix of soft, warm, and wet, making you squirm and moan as he explored every inch of your body.

Heeseung’s hands roamed over you, his touch both reverent and possessive as he made sure to savor every moment. He was methodical, taking his time to ensure that he was making the most of the dare. The way he looked at you, the intensity in his eyes, made it clear that he was completely immersed in the moment, and the pleasure you were both experiencing seemed to be amplifying with every passing second.

As he finished licking off the last of the whipped cream, Heeseung looked up at you, his eyes filled with satisfaction and desire. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"Are you done?" Heeseung took again the whipped cream and put some of it on your lips.

"Not yet," his lips crushed yours, and you could feel how both of you completely lost it. You could feel that Heeseung got enough of it, and to be honest, so did you. Your pants were already sticking to your core just from looking at you, boyfriend. He separated from you, his glasses fogy, his lips already swollen, and his eyes covered in lust.

He separated from you, taking his clothes off him as you watched him; despite seeing his body every time you guys had sex, your mouth will still water every single time. And to think that when he met you he was a virgin that only knew how to play games.

He took the red "dare" stack and put it on the desk next to his bed, taking one.

"Pick a girl from the circle and ask her permission to eat her out. You have 5 minutes to make her squirt." Heeseung read out loud the card, his free hand index dragging across your entrance, making you gasp in delight. You heard his deep laugh while throwing away the card across the room. "That will be easy."

Heeseung's head stopped in the middle of your legs, his eyes looking at your wet entrance, only taking his eyes out when he set the timer for five minutes. He held his phone in your direction, and with shaking hands, you took it.

"Do the honors." You thumb ghosted on top of the "Start" button, but you did end up pressing it.

"Go" 

As soon as the timer started, Heeseung wasted no time, his tongue moving with deliberate slowness at first, teasing every inch of your sensitive skin. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, and you gripped the sheets tightly, trying to steady yourself. Heeseung’s eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze almost as overwhelming as the pleasure coursing through you.

He swirled his tongue around your entrance, teasing and tasting before diving in deeper. Your breath hitched, and you could feel the heat pooling in your core as his movements grew more intense. Heeseung alternated between quick flicks of his tongue and long, languid strokes, keeping you on the edge, your body aching for more.

The timer on the phone seemed to tick by slowly, each second stretching out as Heeseung expertly worked you over. His lips latched onto your clitoral area, sucking gently, then harder, sending shockwaves through your body. Your free hand flew to his hair, tugging at the strands, desperate for something to hold onto.

"Fuck! Heeseung, just like that."

Heeseung groaned against you, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure. "Heeseung, take your face out. I'm going to squirt." You whimpered, your voice trembling as you felt the pressure building inside you.

Instead, he grabbed your thights and let his tongue burry inside you, alternating with your abused clitter until that knot finally snapped. Your slightly pushed Heeseung away as you squirted all over, his tongue out, trying to catch some of it while you were shaking from the overstimulation. He watched you being undone in front of him, a smirk in his face as he listened to the alarm seconds later.

"Baby, let's not waste our time. Pick a card." Heeseung says, but you were still in cloud nine, feeling your orgasm calming down. You had a few seconds to compose yourself until you reached for a card that, after reading it, took away all your exhaustion so that it could be replaced by mischieve.

"Use your favorite sexual toy in another person until that person cums two times." You looked at Heeseung, his eyes wide, not expecting that. You grapped him by his neck until your lips were dancing with his in a passionate dance, love bites coming from him to your lower lips and moans being well received from you.

In a few seconds, you had him below you, hands on your hips and eyes locked in yours. You gave him one last kiss until you went to his closet. He saw you holding your vibrator, already seeing what was coming.

"Are you going to get paid back?" Heeseung asked. He loved that vibrator, and only you two know how much fun he had with that, especially if it was inside you or playing with your clitoral not making you cum.

"Probably." You turned it on, the familiar sound joining to the party; now your head was in front of his dick, admiring his length and thickness as it twitched in anticipation. You smirked, seeing how eager he was despite the surprise in his eyes. "But don't worry, baby. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it."

Heeseung's breath hitched as you brought the vibrator closer to his sensitive skin, teasing the tip of his cock with gentle vibrations. He groaned, hands tightening on your hair, but you kept the pressure light, just enough to drive him wild without giving him what he really wanted.

"You love this, don't you?" you whispered, pressing the vibrator slightly harder against him. He nodded, biting his lip as he tried to keep his composure, but it was a losing battle. His body was already betraying him, hips bucking up toward the toy as he craved more.

You loved watching him like this—so desperate, so needy, but still trying to hold back. It made the power shift between you both even more intoxicating. Slowly, you dragged the vibrator down his shaft, watching his abs clench in response, before trailing it back up, lingering at the tip.

"Fuck," Heeseung hissed, eyes squeezed shut. "Don't tease me."

You chuckled, but the sound was laced with desire. "I think you forgot who's in control here."

With that, you increased the intensity, pressing the vibrator firmly against his length while your free hand stroked him in sync with the vibrations. His moans grew louder, and you knew he was close, his body trembling beneath you.

"Damn it, baby." His voice was getting slightly higher, making your core more wet than it already was, ready for another round of his tongue or dick. You didn't even care at this point.

"Cum for me, baby," you whispered against his skin, your lips brushing his inner thigh as you urged him over the edge. "Let go."

It didn't take long before he was doing exactly that, his release spilling over your hand as he gasped your name, his entire body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. You didn’t give him much time to recover, though, as you immediately turned the vibrator back on, applying it to his overstimulated cock.

His eyes flew open in surprise, but the look of bliss was still there, mixing with the overwhelming sensation of the vibrator pushing him toward another climax. You went back again to his lips, shutting his moans as you put some preassure on his neck with your hand. You could tell that deep inside, he liked that action.

"Does it feel good, Heeseung?" He looked into your eyes, nodding in bliss. "Use your words, love."

"It feels so fucking—God," he threw his head back, feeling his second orgasm coming like a tidal wave, ready to crush him.

"You’re going to cum for me again," you demanded, your voice low and commanding. "And you're going to do it on my mouth."

Heeseung groaned, hips bucking involuntarily as the vibrator did its job. His hands moved from your hips to grip the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white from the intensity of his grip. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the way he fought against the pleasure that was overtaking him, but it was a battle he was destined to lose.

And that was exactly how you wanted it.

Before long, he was trembling beneath you again, his second orgasm ripping through him with a force that left him gasping for air as you went down on him, copying his previous action, tongue outside your mouth without breaking eye contact. You watched him, satisfaction filling you as he rode out the waves of pleasure, knowing you were the one who had pushed him to this point.

When he finally calmed down, his chest heaving with exertion, you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "How was that for payback?" you asked, your tone teasing but soft.

Heeseung let out a breathless laugh, pulling you down beside him. "I'm never playing with that vibrator that way on you," he murmured, but the smile on his face told you that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

"Let me pick your card" with a playful grin, your fingers brushing over the deck as you drew another card. The anticipation in the room was thick, both of you still recovering from the intense round of pleasure, but the game wasn’t over yet.

Heeseung watched you with a mix of curiosity and lingering desire as you read the card aloud. "Kiss every inch of your partner’s body without skipping a spot," you read, your voice taking on a sultry tone. You looked at Heeseung, his eyes darkening with renewed anticipation, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Looks like it’s my turn to make you feel good,” he whispered, the promise of what was to come evident in your gaze.

Heeseung’s hands slid up your sides, his touch sending a shiver down your spine as he repositioned you beneath him. His gaze locked onto yours, the playful glint in his eyes now replaced with something darker, more intense. You could feel the anticipation building in your chest, every nerve ending in your body buzzing with the thrill of what was to come.

He started at your lips, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The kiss was a prelude, a promise of the pleasure he was about to deliver. When he finally pulled away, his lips trailed down to your neck, leaving a hot, wet path as he moved lower.

Every inch of your skin was treated with the same reverence—his kisses soft yet passionate, his breath warm against your skin. Heeseung’s hands followed the path of his lips, caressing your body with gentle, lingering touches that made you arch into him, craving more.

He paused at your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin there before continuing his journey downward. When he reached your breasts, he took his time, his lips teasing and his tongue circling your nipples until you were gasping, your hands tangling in his hair as he worshipped your body with his mouth.

"I'm so lucky to have you." Heeseung murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire and adoration as he continued his exploration. His lips moved lower, kissing along your ribcage, then down to your stomach, each touch making your heart race faster.

As he kissed his way over your hips, he looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust. The look in his eyes made your breath catch, a silent promise that he wasn’t done with you yet. Heeseung’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them, his lips hovering just above the most sensitive part of you.

He kissed the inside of your thighs, teasing you with light, feather-like touches that had you writhing beneath him, desperate for more. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, every nerve in your body screaming for his touch, but he took his time, savoring every moment and every reaction he pulled from you.

When he finally reached your core, he didn’t hesitate, his mouth latching onto you with a hunger that made you cry out because of your second oral. His tongue moved with practiced skill, finding every spot that made you gasp, every movement calculated to drive you closer to the edge. Heeseung’s hands held your hips steady, keeping you in place as he worked you toward your release, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched the pleasure wash over you.

It didn’t take long before you were treading on the brink, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations he was giving you. "Heeseung," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper as you felt your orgasm building, overwhelming you with its force.

"Cum for me," he murmured against you, his voice a low, sultry command that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your release crashed through you like a tidal wave, your body arching off the bed as you called out his name, your hands gripping the sheets as you rode out the pleasure he had given you.

Heeseung didn’t stop until you were completely spent, his tongue slowing as you came down from your high. When he finally pulled away, his lips were slick with your arousal, a satisfied smirk playing on his face as he kissed his way back up your body.

"All fours for me, baby." Like a spell, you were in all fours on your bed, a loud moan escaping your lips when his palm hit you ass with a sharp slap that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Heeseung's hand lingered on your skin, soothing the sting with a gentle rub before he delivered another, his dominance clear in every movement.

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. He kneeled behind you, his hands tracing the curve of your back before grabbing your hips, positioning you exactly how he wanted. He pushed your back so low so that your ass is up and proud in front of him.

You felt him align himself with your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing you, just barely entering before he pulled back. Heeseung was drawing out the moment, making you beg for him, his control over you absolute. "Tell me how much you want it," he demanded, his voice rough with restraint.

"Please, Heeseung," you whimpered, your need for him overwhelming. "I need you inside me. Please."

Your plea was all it took for him to finally give in. With a deep, satisfied groan, Heeseung thrust into you, filling you completely in one smooth motion. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness of him pushing you into a world of pleasure that had you gasping for breath.

He didn't hold back, setting a pace that was rough and relentless, every thrust hitting deeper than the last. The sounds of your bodies moving together, the wet slaps of skin against skin, and your combined moans filled the room, a symphony of raw, unfiltered desire.

Heeseung’s grip on your hips tightened as he pounded into you, his fingers digging into your flesh with possessive intensity that only fueled the fire burning inside you. You pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust, your body craving the pleasure he was giving you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Heeseung growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You feel so fucking good around me."

His words pushed you closer to the edge, the coil of pleasure in your stomach winding tighter with every thrust. You were moaning so loud that Heeseung had to cover your mouth with his hand as the other one grabbed your neck from the back; his pace was faster than ever, and your eyes rolled back.

He was being rough, and you were living for it.

"Fuck, you like being treated like a slut." You clenched around him; you should feel ashamed of being called a slut, but when it came to your boyfriend and this type of scenario, you didn't give a fuck.

You could feel another orgasm building, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable, you took his hand off your mouth, breathing deeply as you felt your saliva drowling from your mouth. "Heeseung, I’m going—"

"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Be a good slut and cum all over my cock."

With one final, hard thrust and a spank, he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking with the force of it as you cried out his name, your walls clenching around him as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

Heeseung followed closely behind, his pace faltering as your release triggered his own. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself inside you, his body tensing as he spilled into you, the warmth of his release sending another shiver down your spine.

For a moment, the two of you remained locked together, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks of your shared release. Heeseung finally got out of you, and you collapsed, with him following later as he saw his own cum mixing with yours coming down from your pussy and pushing it back, forcing you to close your legs.

He gathered you in his arms, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "How was that?" he asked, his voice gentle, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moments before.

You looked up at him, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "I think you win this round," you whispered, your voice still breathless.

Heeseung chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. "Let’s call it a draw," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. "We’re both winners tonight. But that was." Heeseung started, still trying to find his words.

"Incredible," you finished for him, your voice a breathy whisper as you snuggled into his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your cheek.

His hand runned through your hair as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You always know how to make these games a little too intense."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his embrace as your body slowly started to relax. "You’re the one who wanted to play."

"And I’m so glad we did," he murmured, his voice filled with contentment as he held you close. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the weight of the night’s activities lulling you both into a peaceful state of exhaustion.

"Maybe next time we can make your fantasy come true." You looked at him as he said that, his cheeks getting red as he put back his glasses on. Was he really the same guy that fucked your brains out a few minutes ago?

"God, you’re adorable when you’re shy like this," you teased, gently running your fingers through his hair. Heeseung’s cheeks flushed even deeper, a mixture of embarrassment and affection lighting up his eyes.

"It’s hard to be anything but shy when you keep being so straight-forward," he replied, his voice soft but laced with genuine admiration. "I meant what I said, though. I really do want to explore those fantasies with you."

You nuzzled closer, the warmth of his body and the softness of his touch making you feel safe and cherished. "I’d love that," you whispered, your eyes closing as you basked in the afterglow of your intimacy.

Heeseung’s fingers continued their gentle exploration of your back, his touch light and soothing. "I’ll hold you to that," he murmured, pressing a final, tender kiss to your forehead.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: my loser heeseung agenda is always open tbh, dedicated to my doll @dollyyun and boss @taeghi (but it's actually for everybody ngl) banner sill be change in a few hours ♡ 🦋

I WANT TO TAKE MY FELLOW VAMPIE JUNGWON, WE'RE A FAMILY FR

so i was cooking other things earlier and i alr have the fics i planned to release/focus on after dkp season is over but im still contemplating which jungwon fic i should include in the release🗿

idk how many of you read jungwon fics but if you do, help out a girl here because she’s mad indecisive🙏🏻

I WON

since kazuha doesn't want to give you one #staystrong

ILY ILY ILY ILY. i may love u more than i love heeseung 🫢

💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

my beautiful bby🩷🩷🩷

my doll 😭💋 (i realized i have a soft spot for people when they call me baby) tysm for being yourself, keep your heart full of positive vibes ☝️🤓

sunghoon post this pics:

my brain:

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𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 || (𝗲𝗻- 𝗰𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀)

"I Was Wrong About You, Jake. This City Needs You."

SYNOPSIS: 7 guys that have the power to change the world for good in a unique way, sure they can mess the whole city they are battling or end in another universe, but one thing is sure, they will always comeback home for some love.

PAIRING: TASM!Jake x Secret Agent!reader (the reader is fem bodied) (this is inspired in Spider-Man: No Way Home, Jay and Jungwon as Tobey's Spider-Man and Tom Holland's Spider-Man) || GENRE: fluff, smut, angst towards the end || W.C: +10.0k || TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of blood, battles,

You walked through the wide hallways of a building completely lost, holding your training bag in hand thick. You have never been in that building before nor watched it being built around Seoul. You stood still for a minute, watching the people closely.

Where are there a lot of foreigners in Seoul and you never notice it?

You walked towards an old lady, tapping her shoulder slightly as you received a soft smile from her.

"Excuse me. I think I got lost. Can you tell where I am?"

"Oh, darling! You're in New York, Queens." You opened your eyes in surprise, questions running through your mind in a hurry. "Where are you going?"

"I realized that I'm not wrong; I thought I was in Manhattan. I'm so sorry." You apologized as you walked away, fear creeping in your body because of the unknown environment. You went outside the building, actually clueless of what to do next; you didn't have money nor a cellphone, only your suit because you were heading to your agency to train.

You could feel the oxygen getting stuck on your throat; panic started to be obvious in your face as people around you kept on appearing.

As the panic tightened its grip on your chest, you stumbled to the side of the busy street in Queens, desperately trying to catch your breath. The honking horns and bustling crowd seemed to close in on you, amplifying the intensity of your panic attack.

Your heart pounded erratically, as if it were trying to escape the confines of your chest. Sweat trickled down your forehead, mingling with the tears streaming down my face.

The weight of the world seemed to press against my shoulders, making it difficult to stand upright. You gasped for air, but it felt like the oxygen was playing a cruel game, taunting you by refusing to enter my lungs.

Each breath became shallower, as if you were drowning in a sea of anxiety. People rushed past you, their faces a blur of indifference. Their hurried footsteps and animated conversations only heightened your sense of isolation. You wanted to reach out, to scream for help, but the words were trapped inside you, suffocating you further.

Feeling a surge of desperation, you looked around for a familiar face, someone who could offer solace. But the sea of strangers seemed endless, and my hope dwindled with each passing moment.

You shook your head, unable to form a coherent response.

You started to walk a little bit until you found a spare space, your hands going straight to your necklace, feeling the piece as you breathed the same way Jake told you.

"If you happen to have a panic attack and I'm not there, breathe slowly and hold on to something you feel will drag you back to the ground."

And there you were, your fingers feeling the small gold spider that he made for you as an anniversary gift. Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about your boyfriend, trying to calm the overwhelming storm raging inside you.

You had to stay like that for a couple minutes until you started to walk again, to a place far away from the crowd.

It took a couple of minutes when you found a lonely bench, taking a seat as you closed your eyes in relief. Your hand never left your necklace, comfort setting in your heart.

"Oh my God, there you are." You looked up to see Jake in his Spider-Man suit, eyes wide in surprise and later on, filded with tears. Jake scanned your face, his senses already letting him know what happened, rushing to you to hold you in his arms. You finally let the tears drop on his shoulder as his back tensed with worry.

"Hey, yeah, it's okay. I'm here now," Jake murmured softly, his voice soothing and familiar. He held you tightly, his gloved hands gently rubbing your back in comforting circles.

You clung to him, your grip on his suit firm as if letting go would mean losing your anchor. The chaos of the city seemed to fade away, replaced by the steady rhythm of Jake's heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace.

"I don't know how I got here," you whispered, your voice trembling. "One moment I was in Seoul, and then… I was here. It's so overwhelming."

Jake pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His mask shifted slightly as he gave you a reassuring smile. "We'll figure it out together. You're not alone."

You nodded, finding solace in his words. Jake was always your rock, your constant in the midst of uncertainty. With him by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope.

"Let's get you somewhere safe first," Jake said, standing up and gently helping you to your feet, putting his mask on. He kept a protective arm around you, guiding you through the maze of streets with the ease of someone who knew the city like the back of his hand as people took a look at him.

As you walked, you couldn't help but marvel at how different everything was. The tall buildings, the diverse mix of people, the constant hum of activity—it was a stark contrast to the familiar sights and sounds of Seoul.

"Jungwon!" You hear a male voice screaming; you stood still and looked around, the name nonstopping. Next to you, there was an alley; the end of it had a hole in there that contained two other people. You tapped Jake's shoulder, but he was already watching that same spot. "Jungwon! Over here!"

"Who the hell is Jungwon?" You said, but it was useless since Jake was already running to the circle. You took a gun that you had on your ankle and followed him, entering with him, finding an old lady with a young girl and a guy. The old lady started screaming, so you dropped your gun to the floor to calm the lady out with gestures.

"Please. It's okay, no need to worry!" Jake looked around and took his mask off, revealing himself as he took a deep breath. The two teens looked at him in surprise and then at you.

"Woonhak, he's not Jungwon."

"I can see that, Ruka. But why does he have the costume?." You and Jake looked at each other.

"Well, Jungwon is insanely famous. I mean, him as Spidey." Jake tilted his head as he listened to the girl.

"What do you guys mean? I'm Spider-Man" Jake gave a step closer, the three people getting defensive as the boy named Woonhak threw a sock at him. Jake stood there calmly. "Can I ask why?"

"Jungwon always catches the sock I throw to him; we call it spidey senses. Something that you don't have, you wannabe." You opened your eyes as the kid spat his words; kids these days were ruthless.

"I have it, but I won't protect myself from a sock." As the two continued bickering, you started looking around; this was not your country or people that you knew; even the streets were different, and you went to New York two months before, and you were certain that a whole city can't change that fast. You opened your eyes as your realization came to you.

"Jake, remember your investigation about the diverse universe that we can have?" You interrupted the conversation they were having, and Jake nodded. "I think we are in another universe." Your boyfriend's eyes light up. Stepping closer to them, Ruka grabbed another sock from the perfectly pile of clean clothes and threw it to him—a sock that he caught while looking at you, still in disbelief.

"The multiverse is real?"

The realization settled over you both like a heavy fog as you slowly nodded, his eyes reflecting the same confusion and awe you felt. "The multiverse… it's the only explanation that makes sense," he murmured, still holding the sock in his hand.

Woonhak stepped forward. "You said you're from another universe?" he asked cautiously, maintaining distance.

Jake nodded again. "Yes. We're from Seoul, South Korea. We somehow ended up here, in Queens."

He then frowned. "This is insane. If you're not Jungwon, then who are you?"

Jake glanced at you before responding. "I'm Jake, and this is my girlfriend. We're from a world where I'm Spider-Man."

"And if we are here, then it means something happened that included our world and your friend." you said, and you could tell how Ruka made herself small.

"Let's say that some of your villains came here because our Spider-Man did… something."

"What do you mean?" You got closer to the girl, and it was your turn to receive something in your stomach, a stupid shirt that even made your eyes roll.

"That can be explained later. Woonhak, do a portal so we can find Jungwon."

Woonhak hesitated for a moment, glancing between you, Jake, and the bewildered Ruka. With a resigned sigh, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a big ring. "Alright, let's see if this works," he muttered, stretching his arm and doing circles with the other one.

"What's he doing?"

"Quiet." Ruka spoke, and you both stayed silent.

"Find Spider-Man" once again, another portal came to life as he did a big circle in the air, making you open your eyes with surprise. A guy popped out of it, maybe even the same age as Jake, making his way in as the portal calmly closed.

"Great, Woonhak. You brought a random youth pastor."

"Oh no, you are wrong. I came to see your friend." The guy finally looked at you two, his eyes staying in Jake, before a small spider web battle began, ending when you rolled in the ground to pick your gun and point it in the guy's forehead.

"What's your name?" you said, not willing to lower your gun.

"I'm Park Jongseong, and I'm Spider-Man. And call me Jay, please." then you lowered your gun, looking at Jake.

"Another universe." You nodded at Jake's conclusion. He nodded back, his expression serious as he took in the implications of what they were dealing with.

"So, there are more versions of us out there," he muttered, his mind racing with the possibilities. "We need to find this Jungwon guy and figure out what's going on before things get out of hand."

Jay, still wary but more at ease now that the immediate tension had passed, looked between you and Jake. "If you guys are here, it might mean our worlds are starting to collide. We have to be careful; the multiverse is delicate."

Woonhak, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, nodded. "We can't risk any more disruptions. If this keeps up, who knows what else could happen?"

Jake glanced at you, his resolve hardening. "We need to find your friend and figure out how to set things right. Do you know where he might be?"

Ruka, who had been quiet for most of the conversation, finally spoke up. "Jungwon likes to see the Han River; it gives him some sense of peace."

Jake's brow furrowed. "That sounds like a good place to start. We should head there now before things get any worse."

You nodded in agreement. The situation was more complicated than you could have imagined, but with Jake by your side and Jay, you felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the group prepared to leave, Jay walked over to you, his expression serious. "Stick close to each other. The multiverse can be unpredictable, and we need to stay together if we're going to make it through this."

Jake gave him a determined nod, his hand finding yours as you prepared to follow the group into the unknown. "Let's do this," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding you.

Time passed, and all five of you were looking for the so-called Jungwon. You had your gun hidden, and your senses were at their peak as you walked with Ruka. You saw a small figure in the distance, head lower, as he fiddled with something in his hands. You got closer, noticing cuts in his face and some blood in his suit, and most important, the spider shape in his suit. You pressed the button of the walkie-talkie Woonhak gave all of you, seeing how Ruka ran to his arms, followed by Woonhak and Jungwon, seeking comfort in their embrace.

"We found Jungwon."

Jake and Jay rushed forward, their expressions a mix of relief and concern as they saw Jungwon. He looked up as Ruka reached him, a faint smile on his lips despite the obvious pain he was in. The sight of the familiar faces seemed to bring him some peace, but his eyes widened when he noticed Jake, Jay, and you, his eyes lingering in Jake as he was wearing his suit.

"Who… who are they?" Jungwon's voice was shaky, his confusion evident as he stared at the two Spider-Men standing before him, putting himself in front of his friends.

Ruka helped him to his feet, her grip firm but gentle. "Jungwon, this is going to sound crazy, but these two are Spider-Men too… just from different universes," she explained, her voice soft but urgent.

Jungwon blinked, trying to process the information. "Different universes?" he repeated, his gaze shifting between Jake and Jay. "But… how?"

"We think it's because the spell that escaped brought all the people that knew Spider-Man from all the universes. Including the villains"

Jungwon looked down, his voice breaking. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have trusted Mysterio; I should have kept quiet; everything would have been normal… And my aunt Irene would have been alive; she wouldn't die for nothing," he finally broke in tears, his friends holding onto him, and his knees grew weak.

It was like you lived this before, but Jay, Jake, and you connected the dots. In your universe, Jake's grandfather passed away, and your intuition made you think that someone close to Jay was far gone. Hearing Jungwon mention his aunt made everything make sense.

Jake knelt beside Jungwon, his heart heavy with understanding. He reached out, placing a hand on Jungwon's shoulder, offering the only comfort he could. "I'm so sorry, Jungwon," Jake whispered. "I know how it feels to lose someone you care about because of a mistake."

Jungwon looked up, his tear-streaked face full of pain and guilt. "But it's different… It was my fault. I brought this chaos into our world. If I had just… If I had been more careful…"

Jay stepped forward, his voice firm yet gentle. "Jungwon, I know this might not make you feel any better right now, but we've all made mistakes. We've all lost people we love because of those mistakes. It's something we carry with us every day. But we can't let it define us."

Jungwon breathed deeply, his eyes red due to the tears that never stopped falling. "I want to kill the man that took her away from me." He looked down once again, gaining some composure as he looked at you three again, your hearts aching at the view. He was just a kid. "I can still hear her voice in my head saying that we did the right thing; she said it with great power..."

Your eyes grew bigger; that sentence stuck to you when Jake told you the last sentences of his grandfather. "Comes with great responsibility."

Jungwon looked at you and shook as you finished his sentences. "How-"

"That was the last thing Jake's grandfather said."

"The day he died." Jay finished your sentence; your eyes went to Jake and rushed to him, the wound of losing his granddad still fresh despite happening years ago showing in his face, your hand intertwining with his. "Maybe she didn't die for nothing, Jungwon."

Jungwon’s gaze softened, his defenses slowly crumbling as he realized he wasn't alone in his grief. Guilt seemed to lift slightly, knowing that others had walked this painful path before him. He looked at Jake, Jay, and you, each of you carrying your own burdens of loss, and felt a connection—a shared understanding that transcended the boundaries of the multiverse.

"How do you do it?" Jungwon asked quietly, his voice trembling with vulnerability. "How do you keep going after losing someone like that?"

Jake squeezed your hand, drawing strength from your presence before he answered. "You don’t ever fully get over it. But you learn to live with it. You honor their memory by using your powers to protect others, to make sure no one else has to go through what you did."

Jungwon wiped his eyes, nodding slowly as he took in their words. The pain was still there, sharp and raw, but now it was tempered by a newfound resolve. "I want to make things right," he said, his voice gaining strength. "I don’t want Aunt Irene’s death to be in vain."

"You won’t be alone," you said, stepping closer to Jungwon. "We’ll help you, just like we’re helping each other. Together, we can fix this."

Jungwon looked at the three of you, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don’t know what I would’ve done without you."

Jake offered a reassuring smile. "We’re in this together, Jungwon. We’re going to find a way to send everyone back to their own worlds and set things right. But first, we need to stop the villains that crossed over into this universe."

"And we need to see which one crossed here. Do you know each of their abilities or powers?"

Jungwon nodded, wiping the last of his tears as he regained his composure. "I know some of them," he said, his voice steadying. "There's Doc Ock, Electro, Sandman, Lizard, and Green Goblin—he’s the one that killed Irene."

Jake listened intently, his mind already working through strategies. "Electro and Lizard are from my world; I guess the other two are yours," he said, glancing at Jay, who nodded in agreement.

Jay crossed his arms, deep in thought. "We need to find a way to contain them; separate them if possible. If they’re working together, it’s going to be hard to take them down one by one."

"Is there anyone else?" you asked, your mind racing with the implications of facing all these villains at once; he denied it, and that made you breathe a little easier. "I know there's no time, but we all need to rest."

"Are you kidding? We have so many threats right now." Woonhak spoke, and you rolled your eyes.

"Do you think that with the police around even in the sewers, they are going to fight? They are all hiding; Lizard hides pretty well." You scoff at the mention of the professor, and Jake gave you a warning look. "He wanted to turn all of South Korea into lizards; I hate him."

Jay raised an eyebrow at your outburst, then nodded in understanding. "You’re right. They’re probably lying low, gathering strength. But we can’t afford to be reckless. Rest is just as important as the fight itself."

Jungwon looked at the ground, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. "I don’t know if I can rest, knowing what’s out there, but… maybe you’re right. We need to be at full strength when we face them."

Jake placed a reassuring hand on Jungwon’s shoulder. "We’ll find a safe place to rest and come up with a plan. We’re stronger together, and we’ll need every bit of that strength to take on what’s coming."

Ruka stepped forward, her expression determined. "I know a place. It’s not far, and it’s hidden well. We can regroup there."

The group moved cautiously, sticking to the shadows as Ruka led the way. The weight of the impending battle hung over you all, but there was also a sense of unity—a bond forged in shared pain and the determination to set things right.

As you walked, Jake tightened his grip on your hand, his eyes meeting yours. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You nodded, squeezing his hand back. "I’m okay as long as I’m with you. We’ll get through this, Jake. We always do."

Jake’s lips curled into a small smile, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We will. Together."

Ruka led you to a big house, making you open your mouth at the size of the place. It was hidden from view by tall buildings and overgrown foliage, a perfect place to hide out for the night.

"My house, as you can see,'s big enough. You can choose the room you guys want."

Once inside, Jay and Jungwon began setting up the rooms while Woonhak stood watch near the entrance. You and Jake found a quiet corner, sitting down together as the adrenaline of the day began to wear off, the news in the background rambling about the hiding of the villains.

"I never imagined we’d end up in a situation like this," you murmured, leaning against Jake’s shoulder. "But I’m glad we’re facing it together."

Jake wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Me too. We’ll find a way home, I promise. But first, we’ll help Jungwon and Jay fix this mess. It’s what Spider-Man would do."

You smiled at his words, finding comfort in his unwavering determination. But there was something on your chest that didn't wear off at all, making you feel more sensible.

Across the room, Jungwon sat next to Jay, his eyes reflecting a mixture of weariness and resolve. "Do you think we can really do this?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with doubt.

Jay looked at him, his expression serious. "We have to. There’s too much at stake to fail. But we’ll need to be smart, and we’ll need each other. No one can do this alone."

Jungwon nodded, the weight of the responsibility heavy on his shoulders. But as he glanced around at the group—at the people who had come together from different worlds to help him—he felt a flicker of hope.

"We’ll make it work," he said, his voice stronger this time. "We’ll save our world, and then we’ll make sure everyone gets back to where they belong." Jay smiled at the young boy as his hand went to his shoulder.

Everybody settled in the rooms; Jungwon would sleep with Ruka, and Woonhak and Jay would sleep in a room downstairs. You and Jake took a room far away, but with the view of the entrance just in case, Ruka lent you some pajamas to sleep comfortably.

As you were changing your clothes, there was still that feeling in your whole body that didn’t leave you alone, and Jake knew that but didn’t say anything about it. Not until you were looking slightly stressed through the window after changing clothes and he took him off, only leaving himself in boxers. 

Jake turned to you, his expression softening as he took your hand in his. "Hey," he murmured, his voice low so that you could hear only him. "Are you okay?"

You nodded as you walked to the shared bed with him, though the weight of everything that had happened was still heavy on your heart. "I just… I feel like we’re in over our heads. This is so much bigger than anything we’ve faced before."

Jake squeezed your hand, his touch grounding you. "I know. It feels impossible, but we’ll get through it. We have to."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the same fear and determination mirrored in his gaze. "I’m scared, Jake. Not just for us, but for everyone. What if we can’t fix this? What if we alter something?"

Jake pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly. "We will," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "I won’t let anything happen to you. We’ll get through this together."

His words brought a sense of comfort you hadn’t realized you needed. You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest as he gently caressed your back. The world outside seemed to disappear for a moment, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, intimate space.

"I love you," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. They hung in the air between you, a soft confession in the midst of all the chaos.

Jake’s arms tightened around you, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I love you too," he replied, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your heart ache in the best way. "And I’m not going anywhere, okay? We’ll face this together, no matter what."

For a while, you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other as the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little. There was still so much uncertainty ahead, but with Jake by your side, you felt like you could face anything.

Eventually, Jake pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. "We should rest, like you said."

"Yeah," he notices your eyes attached to his lips, making him smirk.

"Are you paying attention to me?" You denied the urge of kissing him growing up.

"Is it bad if I say I want to have you right now?"

"Is it your intuition speaking?" This time, you nodded, your heart aching at the process.

"It’s my impulsive thoughts. We are losing so many people, and I don't want to lose you."

"And I don't want to lose you either. Okay? We will go back to our universe, and I will propose to you, we will."

"Will you propose to me?" You said, and his eyes grew big.

Jake's surprise was evident, but he quickly recovered, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "I didn’t mean to say it. But I already bought the ring. It’s in my room, in the other universe," he said. You sat in the bed, looking at him with tears in your eyes.

Jake's eyes softened as he noticed the tears welling up in yours. He sat beside you on the bed, gently cupping your face with both hands. "Hey, don't cry. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. I just… I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer."

You laughed softly through the tears, wiping at your eyes. "It's just… I never thought you'd actually want to marry me. It's such a big step."

Jake smiled, brushing his thumb over your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "I’ve always wanted you. I’ve always known it was you, from the moment we met. And yeah, this is a big step, but it’s not scary if it’s with you."

His words made your heart race, and as he leaned in, his lips hovered just above yours. "I want to marry you," he whispered, his breath fanning your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yes,” you said, your voice already breaking and finally some tears falling down. Jake opened his eyes and grabbed your cheeks, his thumb cleaning that tear away.

“Really?”

“Yes, Jake. And I won’t stop saying it.”

Jake's eyes softened even more, his thumb lingering on your cheek as if he wanted to savor this moment forever. He leaned in again, this time closing the distance between your lips. The kiss was soft at first, gentle, and full of promise, but soon it deepened. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you could feel the raw emotion in the way he held you.

"You're everything to me," he murmured between kisses, his breath hot against your lips. His hands wandered down your back, pulling you into him, the warmth of his body against yours making your skin tingle.

You kissed him back with equal intensity, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pressed your body against his. The weight of the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you wrapped up in the safety of each other.

Jake’s lips moved to your neck, trailing soft kisses down your skin, making you shiver. "I love you so much," he whispered against your skin, his voice filled with desire. His hands found the hem of your borrowed pajamas, gently tugging at the fabric as his lips returned to yours.

"I love you too, Jake.," you breathed out, your heart pounding as his fingers slipped under your shirt, his touch igniting a fire in you that you hadn’t realized had been burning so fiercely. The feeling in your chest was still there, but you wanted to focus on the moment; the moment was worth it to taste.

Jake's touch became more deliberate, his hands exploring the warmth of your skin as he slowly pulled your shirt up, exposing your bare torso to the cool night air. His eyes darkened with desire, taking in the sight of you, and he couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips.

"I can’t believe I will call you my wife in the future," he whispered, his voice thick with need as his fingers brushed over your sides, sending shivers through your body. He leaned back down, capturing your lips once again in a heated kiss, his hands now firmly gripping your hips, pulling you closer to him.

Your heart raced, and the ache between your thighs grew stronger with every touch. As Jake's lips trailed down your neck, you felt his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms once again, his touch gentle but full of intent.

"Jake…" you breathed out, the sound of your voice sending a wave of electricity through him. He looked up at you, his expression a mix of love and raw desire. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly slid your pajama bottoms down, leaving you exposed to him.

His hands roamed over your bare skin, making you feel like you were the only person in the universe that mattered. His lips followed his hands, kissing every inch of you, making you gasp as his tongue flicked against sensitive spots, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

You reached out, your hands exploring the firmness of his body, feeling the heat radiating from him as his boxers pressed tightly against his arousal. You hooked your fingers into the waistband, tugging them down, revealing his hardness to you—hardness that you’ve already seen.

Jake's breath hitched as you touched him, and his control slipped for just a moment. He moved quickly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, his expression dark and filled with lust.

"You don’t know what you’re doing to me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. Before you could respond, he moved swiftly, his spider-web shooting and wrapping around your wrists, securing them to the bedframe above you.

You realized what he was doing. You were at his mercy now, and the look in his eyes told you he was more than ready to take control.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his tone softening slightly as he gazed down at you, waiting for your consent. You nodded, breathless, at the thrill of being bound and vulnerable to him sending a rush of heat through your body.

"Good," he said, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. His hands trailed down your sides, and with a flick of his wrist, he shot another web, this time wrapping it around your ankles, keeping your legs spread wide for him in the bed.

The stickiness of the webs contrasted sharply with the heat coursing through you, and the sensation heightened every nerve in your body. You were completely exposed, completely his.

Jake’s gaze raked over your body, his chest rising and falling heavily with desire. "You’re so perfect like this," he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing the inside of your thigh, teasingly close but not quite where you needed him most.

You whimpered, your body aching for him, but he only grinned, clearly enjoying the power he held over you. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice a low growl as he hovered above you, his breath hot against your ear.

"I want you, Jake… please," you begged, your voice trembling with need.

He smirked, his lips brushing over yours before moving lower, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest. His tongue flicked over your hardened nipples, making you arch into him, your body desperate for more.

As his lips moved further down, his hands spread your thighs wider despite the restriction in your ankles, and you gasped when you felt his mouth between your legs. His tongue was soft but firm as it moved against your sensitive core, and the sensation of being completely at his mercy only made the pleasure more intense.

"Jake, please…" you moaned, your body trembling with need as he continued to tease you, his mouth driving you to the edge.

He pulled back just before you could fall over the edge, a wicked grin on his face as he crawled back up your body. "Not yet," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. He kissed your cheek in an act of tenderness. "I want you to beg for it."

"Please, baby, make me yours.” Your voice was trembling with desperation as he teased you with the tip of his cock, pushing just inside before pulling back again, driving you absolutely wild with need.

Finally, when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust into you fully, filling you completely and making you cry out in pleasure. He moved slowly at first, savoring every moment and every gasp that escaped your lips.

With your wrists and ankles bound, you had no control, no way to move, and it only heightened the intensity of every thrust, every touch. Jake’s grip on your hips tightened as he picked up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he buried himself deeper inside you.

The sound of your moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin against skin as Jake’s thrusts became faster and more urgent. Another web from his wrist was shot at your neck, the pressure from it just adding more to the pleasure you were feeling, pulling you slightly from it so that it doesn't hurt you, his forehead touching yours intimatly. You could feel the tears getting ready to drip out of your eyes. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he pounded into you, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

The kiss was desperate, full of love, passion, and a sense of urgency, as if this might be the last time you’d be together. Jake’s hands tightened on your hips as his pace quickened, each thrust pulling a moan from deep within you. The way his body moved against yours, the way he filled you so completely, it felt like everything else faded into the background.

His breath was hot against your neck as he pressed his forehead to yours, his voice hoarse and filled with emotion. "I love you so much," he whispered between ragged breaths. "I don’t ever want to be without you. I need you… forever."

You could feel the emotion behind his words—the fear of losing you in the chaotic world you were trapped in. The way he moved, the way he worshiped your body, was like a promise that he would do anything to keep you safe, to stay with you. His thrusts grew deeper and more powerful, and each one sent waves of pleasure through your entire being.

"I’m yours, Jake," you gasped, your voice trembling as you felt the tension building inside you. "Forever."

His gaze locked with yours, and for a moment, the intensity of the connection between you two was overwhelming. You were no longer two people; you were one, completely intertwined in love and passion. His lips captured yours again, and his body moved with such precision, each movement designed to drive you to the edge of ecstasy, you could feel a drip stopping in your cheek and rolling down, a salty flavor making you realize that it was a tear from your boyfriend.

Your body arched beneath him; the feeling of his hard body against yours, the heat of his skin, and the sensation of being completely vulnerable to him only heightened your desire. The tension inside you built rapidly, your breaths becoming short gasps as the overwhelming pleasure consumed you.

He took of the webs of you, putting you in all fours, your arms behind your back in a way your ass was all up for him. You felt again something sticky in your ankles and wrists, making you moan as Jake controlled your movements completely.

You were at his mercy again, but there was a tenderness to it, a connection that made the intensity all the more powerful. He positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly entered you again, filling you completely. The angle made every thrust hit deeper, and the sensation was overwhelming.

"God, you feel so perfect, doll." Jake groaned, his voice thick with emotion as he began to move, his thrusts slow but deep. The way he stretched you, the way his hands held you so firmly, made you feel cherished, like you were his entire world.

Tears welled in your eyes again, not just from the physical pleasure but from the sheer emotion coursing through you. This wasn’t just about desire—it was about love, about the fear of losing each other and the need to hold on as tightly as possible.

With each thrust, Jake's grip on you tightened, his body pressing against yours in a way that made your heart swell with love. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I need you, baby. I need you so bad."

His words sent a shiver through you, and you could barely form a coherent response, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. "Jake… I… I'm yours," you managed to gasp, your body trembling with pleasure as he quickened his pace.

His movements became more desperate, each thrust filled with raw intensity, and you could feel his need for you in every action. He was pouring everything into this moment, into you, as if this was the last time he’d ever be able to show you just how much he loved you.

You cried out his name, your body tightening around him as the pleasure became too much to bear. Jake groaned, his own release building as he continued to drive into you. Jake’s movements became frantic, his hips snapping against yours with raw, primal need. His name left your lips in a breathless moan, and you could feel him getting close as his thrusts grew more erratic. He grabbed your neck as he kissed you deeply, as if trying to hold onto this moment forever, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive intensity.

"Let go for me," he whispered against your lips, his voice deep and full of desire. "I want to feel you fall apart around me."

With one final thrust, the coil of pleasure inside you snapped, and you cried out his name, your body trembling violently as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. Jake followed seconds later, his body shuddering as he spilled into you, his breath hot against your skin as he held you close.

For a moment, everything was still, the room filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and racing hearts. Jake gently lowered himself beside you, his hands tenderly unwrapping the webs around your wrists and ankles once again. He put his boxer and ran to the bathroom, a wet cloth in his hands to clean you up. He gathered you into his arms after that, holding you close as your bodies cooled.

"I’ll never let you go," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with love and reassurance.

He sighed, resting his chin on top of your head. "I couldn’t do this without you. Every time I feel like I’m losing control, you keep me grounded."

You smiled softly, appreciating the quiet moment despite the chaos looming ahead. "We’ll make it through this, Jake. No matter what happens, we’ll face it together."

He kissed you once again and soon later took your hand. You kissed your ring finger. "This finger will finally have a ring from me."

"And I'm so glad about that," you said, your eyes locking in love.

"I'm yours, baby," he whispered, the warmth of his body enveloping you as he held you close. The aftermath of your intense connection lingered in the air, but now it was softened by the undeniable love between you.

"I won't let anything happen to you. Not now, not ever," Jake whispered, his voice still trembling with emotion as he continued to hold you close. His fingers gently traced soothing patterns along your arm, the tenderness in his touch contrasting with the intensity of the moments you’d just shared.

You nuzzled into his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths, each one grounding you in the safety of his presence. The world outside could wait, at least for now. In this moment, you were just two people in love, finding solace in each other amidst the chaos.

"You mean everything to me," you whispered softly, your voice still shaky from both the intensity of your emotions and the exhaustion settling into your body.

Jake tilted your chin up to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with an unwavering certainty. "You’re my everything too. We’ll make it through this, and when we’re back… I’ll be yours forever."

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you leaned up to kiss him, a tender and sweet moment shared under the moonlight filtering through the window. You knew that in a few hours, all of us would be creating antidotes for the villains, fulfilling Jungwon's late aunt wish to change them for good, and going back to the way it was that universe.

The day passed like a flash and it was already night. Jake, Jungwon, and Jay were on top of the Statue of Liberty. You were recharging your guns, looking out for Ruka and Woonhak, both of the teens sticking together like glue as Ruka was motivating Woonhak to close the portal he opened for the three heroes.

You got close to them, looking at the two of them trying to keep calm.

"How do you open a portal?"

"Well, there's a hero here called Doctor Strange," Ruka began to explain, her voice slightly shaky but gaining confidence as she spoke. "He uses a sling ring to open portals. Wonhak… well, he kind of figured out how to do it without one."

Woonhak gave a nervous smile, his fingers fiddling with the edges of his clothes as he avoided direct eye contact. "It’s… not exactly something I can control fully yet."

You nodded, your gaze shifting between the two teens. "And now, you just need to close it?"

Woonhak took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, but it’s harder than opening one. I can feel the energy pulling at me… and it’s so unstable."

"Hey, you can do this," Ruka said softly, her hand resting on Woonhak’s shoulder. "We’ve gotten this far. You’re stronger than you think."

Before you could respond, the air around the Statue of Liberty grew tense, a crackling of energy signaling the arrival of the villains. The ground trembled beneath your feet as the familiar figures of Green Goblin, Electro, and Sandman emerged from the shadows, each one more menacing than the last.

Jake, Jungwon, and Jay—each in their respective Spider-Man suits—stood ready, their senses heightened, and their bodies tensed in anticipation of the impending battle.

“Stay back,” Jake called over his shoulder, his voice firm but laced with concern. He cast a quick glance your way, his eyes locking onto yours. “We’ll handle this.”

You nodded, knowing that stepping into the fray directly could make things even more dangerous for everyone. You trusted Jake—trusted all of them—but the tension in the air was thick, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental was about to unfold.

Green Goblin let out a sinister laugh, his glider swooping low as he hurled bombs toward the three Spider-Men. Jay leapt into action first, dodging the explosions and firing webs at Goblin to disarm him.

At the same time, Electro unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts, lighting up the night sky with an eerie glow. Jungwon darted in and out of the bolts with expert precision, his webs redirecting the energy away from the others. He aimed for Electro’s power source, trying to short-circuit it before the villain could do more damage.

Sandman, towering over the battlefield, swung massive fists of sand at Jake, who flipped effortlessly out of the way, his movements fluid and fast. The two circled each other like predators, each waiting for the other to strike.

"Come on, Woonhak," you whispered under your breath, watching the teen struggle to focus. The portal behind him was still open, swirling ominously, a gateway that had to be closed if you were going to send the villains back where they belonged.

"I… I can’t close it!" Woonhak gritted his teeth, his hands trembling as he tried to channel his power. Ruka placed her hand over his, her voice now shaking and keeping herself cool.

"Yes, you can. You’ve got this. We just need to keep trying. You know?"

The Lizard snarled, his massive frame inching closer with every step, his cold, predatory eyes locked onto you. You fired at him again, your shots finding their mark, but they only seemed to slow him down. His thick, scaly skin absorbed most of the blows as he barreled forward, knocking debris out of his way like it was nothing.

"Woonhak, Ruka, go!" you shouted, glancing back to make sure the two teens were retreating to safety.

"Keep trying to close the portal," Ruka urged Woonhak as they took cover behind a nearby structure, peeking out to watch the unfolding chaos.

Lizard was now nearly upon you, his low growls rumbling like thunder as he swung a heavy claw in your direction. You dodged at the last second, narrowly avoiding his strike, your heart racing as you realized how close that had been.

A web shot past you, wrapping around the lizard’s wrist and yanking him back. Jake swung in from the side, delivering a solid kick to the Lizard’s head, sending him sprawling across the ground.

"You alright?" Jake called, landing beside you in a crouch, his breathing ragged from the battle but his eyes sharp with determination.

"Better now," you replied, your voice trembling slightly from the adrenaline but grateful for his timely intervention.

Before Jake could respond, Electro let out an angry shout, a bolt of electricity surging toward both of you. Jake pushed you out of the way, just barely avoiding the crackling energy as it struck the ground where you had stood.

"Hang on!" Jungwon’s voice echoed from above, and in a blur of red and blue, he swung down, using his webs to pull the electrified cables from Electro’s body, sending a shockwave of energy into the sky. Jay, not far behind, managed to web Goblin’s glider mid-flight, yanking it off balance and sending the villain crashing into the nearby scaffolding.

The villains were relentless, though, and the battle was far from over.

"You need to close that portal, Woonhak!" you shouted over the chaos. "We can't let them destroy more!"

"I’m trying!" Woonhak’s voice was strained, and his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he fought to pull the energy of the portal together.

Lizard recovered quickly, snarling as he lashed out with his tail, sweeping Jake off his feet. Jake tumbled to the ground, the impact sending him sliding across the slick surface of the Statue of Liberty platform.

"Jake!" you screamed, firing another round at Lizard, but the creature was too fast, lunging toward you before you could react.

At the last second, a web shot out, pulling Lizard back once again. This time, it was Jay, swinging in with a sharp kick to Lizard's side, knocking the villain down once more.

Jake scrambled to his feet, shaking off the hit. "We’ve got to regroup!" he called out to the others, his eyes darting between the villains, all of whom were starting to recover from the blows they’d been dealt.

"I’ll handle Goblin!" Jay shouted, already sprinting toward the maniacal villain, who was now climbing out of the rubble of his fallen glider. Jungwon was busy with Electro, still trying to disable his power source without getting fried in the process.

Jake stood beside you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat beading on his forehead beneath his mask. "I need to help them," he said, his voice tight with urgency. "Can you hold Lizard off?"

You hesitated for a second, but then you nodded. "Go. I’ll manage."

Jake gave you a quick, grateful nod before leaping back into the fray, his body a blur of motion as he swung toward the other villains.

You turned your focus back to Lizard, who was already getting to his feet again, his long, muscular tail whipping around behind him as he bared his teeth at you.

"Alright, big guy," you muttered, steeling yourself for the fight ahead. "Let’s dance."

With a deep breath, you charged forward, firing another shot at Lizard, this time aiming for his eyes. The creature roared in pain as the blast connected, temporarily blinding him and giving you just enough time to roll out of his way as he swung blindly in your direction.

Lizard's wild swings barely missed you as you rolled across the platform, your heart pounding as you regained your stance. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to run, but you knew that wasn’t an option. Jake, Jungwon, and Jay needed time to handle the other villains. You had to keep Lizard occupied, no matter the cost.

As you fired another round of shots, Lizard roared, the pain from your shots making him even more feral. He lunged at you again, his massive frame looming over you like a shadow. This time, though, you weren’t fast enough. His claws grazed your side, the sharp pain slicing through you as you stumbled back, gasping for breath.

"Not yet," you gritted through the pain, determined to keep going, guns still in your hand. "Come on."

With a desperate surge of energy, you shot at Lizard’s legs, causing him to stagger just enough for you to scramble to your feet. But as you did, a flash of green in the distance caught your attention.

He was flying low, dangerously close to where Jake was battling Electro. You could see the glider's blades gleaming, the madness in Goblin’s eyes as he set his sights on Jake, who was too distracted to notice.

Your heart dropped. "No…"

Without thinking, you sprinted toward them, adrenaline and pure fear fueling your every step. You could hear Jake shouting commands to Jungwon, completely unaware of the danger that was about to come crashing down on him.

"Jake!" you screamed, but your voice was lost in the chaos. You could hear how he laughed maniacally, his glider inching closer. You were running out of time.

In a split second, everything happened too fast. Sandman’s arm collided with your body, sending you flying across the building. You hit the structure hard, the impact knocking the wind out of you as pain radiated through your body.

"No!" Jake’s voice was filled with terror as he ran toward you, his heart racing.

You tried to stand, but the world spun around you, and you could feel the cold grip of fear tightening around your chest. "I’m okay," you rasped, though the pain in your side told a different story.

Jake reached you, kneeling by your side as tears welled up in his eyes. "I’m so sorry. I should’ve been faster."

You shook your head weakly, reaching up to touch his face, standing in your feet. "You saved me. That’s what matters."

But before Jake could respond, the room was engulfed in chaos again.

"Can Spider-Man come out to play?" He swooped down out of nowhere, cackling with manic glee as he sent another bomb hurtling straight toward you and Jake. There was no time. No way to move.

With the last of your strength, you pushed Jake away, aiming your gun at Norman's chest, successfully making the bullet go through him.

You heard Jake scream again, his voice breaking as you felt something cold going inside your chest. You felt something inside you shatter—whether it was bone or heart, you couldn’t tell anymore.

You could hear a bomb detonating right behind you, the force of the explosion sending you flying backward, pain erupting through every part of your body as you hit the ground. You could see Jake flying to you, his webs catching your weak body.

“Stay with me! Please, please, stay with me!” His voice was raw, desperate.

But the world was fading. Darkness was closing in around you, and all you could see was Jake’s face—terrified, tears spilling from his eyes. He was holding you so tightly, like if he held on hard enough, you wouldn’t slip away.

"I—I'm okay," you tried to say, but your voice barely made it out as a whisper. It was a lie, a weak attempt to comfort him as your vision blurred. Your chest felt heavy, like you couldn't draw in a full breath. You knew the truth—your body couldn’t take much more.

"No, no, no, no!" Jake shook his head, tears streaking his face beneath his mask. "You can’t leave me. You can’t—I need you. You hear me? I need you!"

You felt a warm tear fall on your cheek as he held your face, panic tightening his grip. “I’ll fix this. Just hang on, okay? We’re almost done here, and we’ll go home, and we’ll be together, just like I promised.”

Your lips quivered into a faint smile, but the ache in your chest deepened. Tears blurred your vision as you realized the truth—you weren’t going to make it out of this.

Jake's hands were trembling as he cradled your head in his lap. His eyes were wide with horror, with disbelief.

“No… please, please, no.” His voice was broken, barely more than a whisper. He pressed a shaking hand against your chest, trying to stop the blood, but there was too much.

You could feel the life draining out of you, slipping away like water through your fingers. But all you could think about was him. His face, his voice, his tears.

You reached up, your hand weak and trembling, to brush the tears from his cheek. "Jake," you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I love you."

"Don’t say that like it’s goodbye" His voice cracked, desperation choking his words. "Don’t you dare say goodbye."

Your vision blurred, the world fading into nothing but the sound of his sobs and the feel of his hands, still holding you so tightly. You wanted to hold on for him. You wanted to stay.

But you couldn’t.

And then, just as the darkness was about to claim you, you heard it—the antidote work. We won.

Jay and Jungwon rushed toward you, eyes in disbelief. Because they were fighting the others, they didn't notice Jake's desperate attempt to save you.

Ears streamed down Jay and Jungwon's faces as they reached you, their hearts sinking at the sight of Jake holding you, his body shaking uncontrollably with sobs. You were so still, the life that once filled your eyes now slipping away.

"Baby, can you please open your eyes for me? Please, I'm begging you," Jake whispered, his voice breaking as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hands trembling as they clutched you. "I can't do this without you."

Jay kneeled beside Jake, his hand shaking as he reached out to check your pulse. His face paled, his lips quivering as he shook his head slowly. "Jake… she's… she's gone."

"No!" Jake screamed, his voice hoarse and ragged as he pulled you closer, refusing to let go. "She's not gone. She can't be gone. We were supposed to go home together. We were supposed to get married. She can’t leave me now. I promised her."

Jungwon looked away, tears streaming down his face as he fought to keep his composure. He knew there were no words that could make this right. Nothing they could say would ease the crushing weight of Jake's loss.

Behind them, the villains had been subdued, the antidote finally taking effect. The city was saved, and the multiverse stabilized thanks to Doctor Strange, who came back through a portal created by Woonhak. But none of it mattered. Not now.

Jake cradled your body, rocking you back and forth as if the motion could bring you back. His heart was shattering into pieces, each breath he took feeling like a knife twisting deeper into his chest. He had been so close—so close to the future he had dreamed of with you.

And now… now it was all gone.

"She’s gone…" Jake's voice was barely a whisper now, broken and lost. "What am I supposed to do without her?"

Jay placed a hand on Jake's shoulder, squeezing gently as tears continued to roll down his cheeks. "I don’t know, Jake. I don’t know."

Jake shook his head, his grip on you tightening as if he could somehow keep you tethered to this world. "We were supposed to be together forever. I can't—II can’t do this alone."

And in that moment, as the reality of your death settled in, the weight of the universe crashed down on Jake's shoulders. He had saved the world, but at what cost? He had lost you—his heart, his anchor, his everything.

The night air grew still, the battle long over. But for Jake, the real fight had just begun—the fight to keep going without you, to live in a world that no longer had you in it. His sobs echoed into the night, the pain of his loss swallowing him whole as he clung to the memory of the love you shared.

Jay stepped forward, his face full of sorrow. "Jake, we have to go."

But Jake couldn't move. He couldn't leave you behind.

As the spell was getting to the end, the universe that had once been full of possibilities now seemed empty and cold. With a final, tear-stained kiss to your forehead, Jake whispered one last promise.

"I'll always love you… always."

Jake was pulled back into his own universe, leaving you behind in a world where his heart no longer had a home. The ache of loss followed him, a pain that would never truly heal because you were his everything. And now you were gone.

He fell on his knees, the streets of Seoul now in complete silence as he cried as he carried your body, the spell leaving both of you in their universe. In the quiet of that moment, the only sound left was the soft whisper of the wind, carrying with it the memory of a love that would never fade, even across universes.

Jake looked at the proposal ring in his hand, the wind of the Han River making his hair move in different directions. Four years had passed since that battle, four years since a part of him had gone missing—gone with you. He stared at the small band, the weight of it more than just metal. "You were supposed to wear this," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he raised his eyes to the sky. "We were supposed to have a life together… you, me, and everything we dreamed of."

His fingers tightened around the ring, a promise that would never be fulfilled. "I thought I’d be enough to keep you safe. I thought—" His breath caught in his throat as the ache in his chest flared, just like it had every day since you were taken. "I thought we’d have more time."

The lights of the city flickered across the water, but they couldn’t reach the darkness he felt inside. "I still see you sometimes, you know?" He chuckled bitterly. "Your smile, your laugh… I swear I can almost feel you next to me." His voice trembled as he spoke, the weight of memories suffocating. "But it’s never real. It’s just… it’s just in my head."

He looked back down at the ring, his heart heavy with guilt. "I couldn’t save you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I should’ve been there. I should’ve done more." The wind carried his words away, but the pain didn’t leave—it was a constant companion. "I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you," he admitted softly, his tears finally falling. "I’ll never stop loving you."

With a deep breath, he closed his fist around the ring, knowing that no matter how many years passed, part of him would always be lost in that moment—the moment he lost you. 

"Hopefuly in another universe, we have our happy ending."

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY FOR MY GOAT @yeonzzzn sending lots of hugs and kisses (and spidey jake!)💞. I'm so sorry for what I did ngl🦋

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