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𝒞𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓎 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓅

I take you to the candy shop (50 cent - candy shop) Want one taste of what I got?

ᨓ 。strippers! enhypen × txt × ??? × fem reader ꒰🍭꒱﹕smut ﹕tbc

contains: masturbation, oral, p in v sex (reader is on the pill but wrap it before you tap it), vouyerism, exhibitionism, threesome, orgy, use of sexual toys, squirting, ass spanking, and more. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

You had so many things in your bucket list that you wanted to try the moment you left your parents house, independence being your new friend after having a job that made you able to afford enough money to buy your first apartment. But you never thought that the first one to get checked was "Going to a strip club"

The rain-slicked streets glistened under the neon glow, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the pavement. The sign above the entrance read “Candy Shop,” but this was no ordinary confectionery. It was a portal to a world beyond the mundane—a place where excitement and anticipation danced in the air.

You stood there, your heart racing—you thought there was a machine there. You'd heard whispers about this hidden gem, a club that promised more than just music and drinks. You felt your best friend tugging at your arm, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Come on, girl!” Soojin shouted over the pulsating beat. “Let’s make tonight unforgettable.”

Both of you stepped inside, and the neon enveloped you two—an electric embrace. The room was a symphony of crimson and cerulean, the walls seemingly alive with energy. Tables dotted the floor, each one a stage. Your gaze swept to the bar—a sleek, sinuous curve that beckoned like a siren.

The DJ spun tracks that vibrated through their bones, and bodies swayed in rhythm. You looked at your friend, her eyes already in a girl that was feeling herself in the middle of the dance floor.

"You go make a move on her; I'll go and get us some drinks." You didn't have to tell her twice, and she was walking to her. You smiled and turned around to the bar. As you approached the bar, the pulse of the music seemed to synchronize with your heartbeat. The bartender, a figure of calm in the whirlwind of excitement, served you a couple of shots.

"Excuse me, are you new here?" A male voice made you look to your left, and you could swear it was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

"Am I too obvious?" you asked, shouting over the music. He chuckled softly, his side smile as flirty as his aura at the moment, he left the small glass after drinking a the whole liquid that had.

“No, it’s just that I’ve spent a lot of time around here.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, his side smile never leaving his face. “I’m Yeonjun, by the way.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Nice to meet you, Yeonjun. What exactly do you do around here?”

"Hey, Yeonjun!" The scream of his name got both of your attention. A guy that was as equal as handsome as him calling him, Yeonjun made a sign and he left shortly after.

Yeonjun’s smile when he returned his attention to you, and he leaned in closer, his lips going straight to your ear. "You'll see it in a few minutes. You're right on time, doll."

He took a step back, his gaze locking with yours, his eyes scanning your face and ending up in your glossy lips. The music seemed to pulse in time with his words, each beat intensifying the allure in his voice.

“You know,” he continued, his tone dipping into a playful whisper. “I could give you a private tour if you’re up for it. The kind of tour that leaves a lasting impression.”

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks; Yeonjun’s presence was magnetic, drawing you into a world that was both tantalizing and mysterious.

Before you could respond, the lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the room. The spotlight cut through the darkness, casting a halo of light onto the stage. Yeonjun’s gaze flicked toward the stage, then back to you, his smile widening.

“Enjoy the show, pretty.”

With that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there with a racing heart and a mind full of questions. The anticipation in the air was almost palpable as you watched the stage, ready for whatever this night had in store.

The voice of the DJ sounded through the speaker, and you could hear the female screams growing bigger, some of them knowing what would happen and some others, like you, not.

“Welcome to the Candy Shop,” he said, his voice dripping with flirtation, “where the sweets are always better when they’re a little bit naughty.”

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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. ┈─★

[十三] 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 a pillow 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 knew that the card was green, very family friendly dare, but you decided to keep the mood on. 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.

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"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) also appereance of Ruka from BM, Woonhak from BND, Irene from RV (a small moment) and the villains from the original movie || GENRE: fluff, smut, angst towards the end || W.C: +10.0k || TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of blood, battles, bondage, power dynamics, consent and control, beggin , teasing, emotional intimacy, praise kink, us of petnames, worshipping, they are in love, oral (female)

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 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 and smiled—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. But no matter what, you were gone with a soft smile on your face.

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."

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𝗘𝗡- 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘 (𝗫𝗫𝗫) || 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡

Let's go to the beach-each (nicki minaje - starships) Let's go get a wave

ᨓ 。kim donghyun x fem reader ꒰🌊꒱ ﹕fluff ﹕+8.5k contains: surfer!leehan and lifeguard!fem reader, slight enemies to lovers and slight slowburn, mention of the rest of BND members THIS IS FOR THE #SWY EVENT COMING 2 U BY @onedoornet ┈─★

The sun blazed overhead as you stood at your lifeguard post, scanning the ocean for any signs of trouble. Busan’s beach was packed, as always, with tourists and locals soaking up the summer heat. You squinted against the sunlight, and there he was—again.

Leehan, the surfer who consistently defined the rules.

Leehan was the type of surfer who thrived on teasing and stirring up playful trouble, especially with anyone who dared to challenge him. He had a natural, effortless charm, the kind that made people—especially girls—think they had his attention when, in reality, he was always a step ahead, never letting anyone get too close.

His laid-back attitude, paired with his sharp wit, made him irresistible to most, and they often mistook his flirtatious smirks and lighthearted jabs for something more. But Leehan wasn’t one to be tied down or caught up in romantic expectations. To him, the fun lay in the game, not in the commitment, and he enjoyed keeping people guessing, always in control, never truly letting anyone see past the surface.

He rode a wave effortlessly, his form sharp and perfect as he carved through the water. It would’ve been impressive if it weren’t for the fact that he always surfed in the restricted areas, despite your repeated warnings. You huffed, standing up and blowing your whistle loud enough for him to hear, waving your arm to signal him back to the safe zone.

But instead of acknowledging you, he threw you a cocky smirk while waving his hand, returning the gesture, and kept riding the wave. Your blood boiled. This was the third time this week.

After what felt like an eternity of him ignoring you, he finally paddled back to shore, dripping wet and grinning as if nothing was wrong. He sauntered up to where you stood, his surfboard tucked under his arm.

"Something wrong, lifeguard?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

"Yeah, there is," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. "That area is off-limits. You know that."

Leehan shrugged, flicking his wet hair back, and your eyes couldn't lose the opportunity to see his neckbone stretch out, his Adam's apple on full display. "I wasn’t causing any trouble. Just catching a wave."

"You’re going to cause an accident," you retorted, standing your ground. "If you don’t follow the rules, I’ll have to ban you from the beach."

He grinned wider, clearly not taking you seriously. "You think you can handle that?"

Your irritation flared. "Don’t test me, Leehan. I’m here to keep people safe, not babysit rebellious surfers."

"Whatever you say, lifeguard," he said, mocking with his tone, turning away as if the conversation was over. "Just try not to get too worked up over little things."

His winked at you as he left; you watched him walk off, fuming. You sighed and sank back into your chair, the familiar sound of waves crashing against the shore doing little to calm your nerves.

Busan Beach was supposed to be a peaceful escape, a break from the chaos of Seoul, where you could spend the summer doing something productive, just like your grandfather had encouraged. Instead, it felt like you had signed up for a full-time job babysitting an unruly, reckless surfer.

Mingyu, the head lifeguard, had warned you about Leehan the first day you showed up in your red lifeguard suit, excited and ready to take on the challenge of keeping the beach safe. He’d pulled you aside and told you in no uncertain terms, “Watch out for Leehan. He’s… persistent.”

You’d laughed it off back then, thinking it couldn’t be that bad. But after a few encounters with him pushing every boundary, you finally understood the exhausted look Mingyu had given you. Leehan wasn’t just persistent—he was relentless.

This rivalry had been building for weeks, and no matter how much you enforced the rules, Leehan never seemed to care. He was infuriating—arrogant, reckless, and completely unaware of how much he got under your skin.

The next day, it was the same routine. You on the tower, keeping an eye on everyone, and him in the water, pushing every boundary he could. By noon, you’d had enough and stormed over to where he was setting up his board.

"Do you enjoy making my job harder?" you asked, voice sharp.

He looked up at you, clearly amused by your frustration. "Maybe I just enjoy getting a rise out of you."

You opened your mouth to fire back, but before you could, a sudden scream cut through the air. You both turned toward the water, where a young boy was struggling in the strong current.

Without hesitation, you dropped everything and sprinted toward the water, adrenaline surging through your veins. You dove in, swimming as fast as you could to reach him, your training kicking in automatically.

Just as you reached the boy and grabbed him, you saw Leehan beside you, his strong arms helping to keep the boy afloat. You exchanged a brief, surprised glance before focusing on getting the boy back to shore.

Once on land, you both worked together to make sure the boy was okay, adrenaline still pumping through your veins. As soon as the boy’s parents arrived, you finally allowed yourself to breathe.

"Oh my God, I told you to not go there without dad! Thank you so much, darling." The mother of the boy hugged you so tight that you thought you were about to have a lack of oxygen anytime soon. You heard claps from the people that saw everything, and you blushed, bowing at them and returning to your tower, not noticing that Leehan was behind you.

You climbed back up to your lifeguard tower, your heart still racing from the rescue. The adrenaline had yet to leave your system, and you were trying to calm yourself when you felt someone’s presence behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Leehan; his familiar energy was unmistakable.

"What now?" you asked, not bothering to look at him as you plopped down into your chair, hoping the waves could drown out your lingering frustration.

Leehan’s voice came from closer than you expected. "That was impressive."

You blinked, surprised by the compliment. Turning slightly, you saw him standing there, no cocky smirk, no playful teasing. Just genuine respect in his eyes. It threw you off.

"You helped," you said, slightly begrudgingly but acknowledging the fact that he had been right there in the water with you, making sure the boy was safe. It was the first time you’d seen him take something seriously.

He shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Guess I’m not always causing trouble, huh?"

You huffed, leaning back in your chair. "Don’t get used to it. You’re still on thin ice with me, surfer."

Leehan chuckled, the sound softer than usual. "I can live with that." He tilted his head, looking at you with curiosity. "You ever think maybe you’re a little too uptight? Not everything has to be a battle."

Your jaw clenched. "Not everything is a joke, Leehan. Some of us have responsibilities."

"And some of us know how to enjoy life while still being responsible," he countered, that familiar teasing edge slipping back into his tone. "Maybe you should try it sometime."

"Go to hell," you said, and he laughed at you. Well, at your answer. "Thankfully, I will only deal with you for the next two months."

"Two months?" you nodded, answering him while looking at the horizon, seeing how the majority of people were already leaving as a cool breeze started to feel.

"I'm going back to Seoul. Only coming here for my summer vacations and my grandpa." You look to your left, his body leaning against the balcony through which you could see everything, his gaze fixed on you.

You started to take your things, cleaning in the process some of the food you had eaten and writing a report for Mingyu—all of that in the presence of Leehan, who was giving you space.

Both of you left the tower; you left Leehan there, not thinking that he would only take his surfboard and run to you, catching you up.

"Where are you going?" Your eyes narrowed, feeling weird out for his drastic change of behavior.

"My grandpa's house." You pointed at the colorful house; you knew your dad was in the neighbor's house playing cards, so he won't embarrass you with a comment in the presence of Leehan.

The boy next to you let out a sigh. "I only have two months to bother you."

"You already bothered me for a month; I think I can handle two months, sadly."

"Oh, please, you love nagging me. You love me." He sang the "love" word, and you pushed him; he laughed as you once again left him behind. You reached the door of the house, your key opening it easily. Leehan left his surfboard on the sand and putted a hand on your door as you were about to close it. "I'm sorry."

"You wanna know something, Leehan? I love making memories at the beach, but right now you're causing me stress. Please, let me have a peaceful two months," he put a thinking face, looking at you short after.

"I will help you with that," your eyes shinned.

"You're not coming to the beach?" He scoffed at your answer.

"No, but I will help you make memories. Ones that you won't forget." You both stood there, his hand coming to your vision as he put a string of your hair to the back of your right ear. "Only if you let me."

"Good night, Leehan."

As the door clicked shut, you leaned your back against it, your heart still racing. Leehan's words echoed in your mind, that teasing tone now laced with something deeper, something unfamiliar. He'd always been a thorn in your side, a source of frustration, but tonight, something had shifted. His offer—no, his promise—lingered in the air.

"Only if you let me."

You shook your head, trying to shake off the warmth blooming in your chest.

The next few days went by in a blur of routine—keeping an eye on beachgoers, making sure everything was running smoothly. Leehan acted like nothing happened, and so did you. He wasn’t causing trouble like before. In fact, he stayed in the safe zones, and whenever you crossed paths, he’d flash you a soft grin. Keyword, soft.

If he wasn't in the safe zones, he was relaxing under the umbrella; even sometimes he would come to talk to you; no bickering and no fighting. You even got to know more about him; he was applying to an university in Seoul with his best friends; he had a dog; he got his first surfboard at the solid age of six; knowing small things makes you see him less insoferable.

This was one of those days, a small lunch break as he talked to you.

"Hey, can you not go at the same time as always?" You cleaned your mouth with a napkin, your eyebrows frowning.

"Why would I not do that? My shift is over by that." He put a finger between your brows, and you relaxed them.

"You said you want to make memories. Right?"

"Hey, Leehan!" You both heard a male scream. Looking from the balcony, there were five boys, all of them waving at the boy, and for the first time, you could see a big smile on his face.

"Sungho!" He looked at you as he stood up. "Meet me outside the tower. My friends came to surf." You didn't even have time to answer; he left, and you could see through the balcony how he jumped to his friends, making you smile at the brotherly view.

Time flew really slowly, watching the people and Leehan with his friends. You wouldn't admit it, but his friends were as handsome as him, but there was something about Leehan that simply made you look at him more. Just like he said, as you were going down the mini stairs the tower had, you could look at him in the distance with not one surfboard but with two. A few minutes past when he stood in front of you, the surfboards in both of his sizes.

"What are you doing?"

"More like, what are we doing?" He gently gave you a surfboard with a smile. "We are surfing."

"Yeah, there's no way I would do that." You pointed the surfboard, and he opened his eyes.

"Come on! It would be fun; what's stopping? Because, as far as I know, you are on vacation." You gulped, looking down at the sand.

"I don't know how to surf."

Leehan's lips curled into a teasing grin, his eyes lighting up. "You don't know how to surf? You’ve been a lifeguard this whole time and never tried."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you held your ground. "It's not like I haven’t thought about it. I just never had the chance, and I didn’t want to."

"Embarrass yourself?" He finished, stepping closer; the surfboard balanced easily under his arm. You looked away, feeling the warmth of his presence. "Don't worry. I’ll teach you."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "I don't need a cocky surfer trying to teach me something I’ll probably fail at."

Leehan tilted his head, his expression softening. "I'm not that bad of a teacher, you know. And I won't let you fail. Besides," he added with a wink, "you can’t leave here without making at least one memory that you’ll actually want to keep, right?"

You hesitated, watching as his teasing demeanor slowly faded into something more sincere. The offer was genuine. And there was something in his eyes—something that made you believe, for just a moment, that this wasn’t a game to him anymore. He was serious about making a memory with you.

"Fine," you sighed, taking the surfboard from his hand, the weight of it heavier than you expected. "But if I wipe out, it's on you."

Leehan laughed; the sound was warm and carefree. "Deal."

He guided you toward the water, explaining the basics as you walked side by side along the shore. His usual teasing was gone, replaced by patient instructions as he showed you how to balance, how to paddle, and how to read the waves. For the first time, you saw him differently—not as the rebellious, rule-breaking surfer who drove you crazy, but as someone who was genuinely passionate about the ocean and everything that came with it.

The sun was starting to set, casting a golden glow over the beach as you finally paddled out together. The waves were gentle, and Leehan stayed close, his eyes on you the entire time. "You ready?" he called out over the sound of the surf.

You nodded, heart pounding in your chest as you focused on staying steady.

"Okay, when the next wave comes, I want you to pop up and keep your knees bent. Don’t overthink it, just feel it," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

You waited, your breath catching in your throat as the wave approached. Leehan gave you a nod, and with all the courage you could muster, you popped up, your legs shaky but holding. For a brief, glorious moment, you were riding the wave, your heart soaring.

Then, just as quickly, you lost your balance and tumbled into the water with a splash.

When you resurfaced, sputtering and laughing despite yourself, Leehan was right there, grinning at you like he’d just witnessed the most impressive feat in the world. "Not bad for your first try!"

You playfully splashed water at him. "I wiped out."

He shrugged, still grinning. "You got up. That’s what counts."

You couldn’t help but smile, your earlier frustration melting away. There was something about the way he looked at you in that moment—like he was genuinely proud of you—that made your heart skip a beat.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, you paddled back to shore, the soft sand welcoming your tired feet. Leehan walked beside you, the atmosphere between you lighter, more relaxed. For once, there was no teasing, no arguments—just an unspoken understanding.

"You did good today," he said, his voice softer than usual as he set his surfboard down.

"Thanks," you replied, brushing some sand off your arms. "I guess you’re not such a terrible teacher after all."

Leehan chuckled, but then his smile faded slightly as he looked at you, his gaze lingering longer than usual. "You know, I wasn’t kidding about what I said before."

You tilted your head, curious. "About what?"

"About making memories." He stepped closer, his expression more serious now, the playful, carefree surfer gone. "I want you to remember this summer… with me."

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. This wasn’t the cocky surfer who loved pushing your buttons. This was Leehan, standing in front of you, vulnerable for the first time. You could feel the weight of his words, the way they hung in the air between you.

"I…" you started, unsure of how to respond. Your heart was racing again, but this time, it wasn’t because of the adrenaline from the waves.

He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing against your skin. "I think I’ve been spending so much time trying to get a rise out of you because…" He trailed off, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting yours again. "I like being around you, lifeguard."

You blinked, the confession catching you completely off guard. "Leehan…"

He gave you a small, nervous smile—something you’d never seen from him before. "I know I can be a pain, but… I think we’re past that now, don’t you?"

For once, you didn’t have a sharp comeback. Instead, you found yourself nodding, your heart pounding in your chest as you took in the sight of him standing there, more open and vulnerable than you’d ever seen him.

"Yeah," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. "We are."

Leehan’s eyes softened as he stepped closer, the teasing smile replaced by something warmer, more genuine. "Good," he said quietly, his hand lingering on your arm for just a moment longer than necessary before he pulled away, his eyes still locked on yours. "Then let’s make this a summer to remember."

— : ☆

Another month and a half has passed, and you can’t count how many times you’ve gone out with Leehan. Each time surprises you—once, you were at an aquarium where he wouldn’t stop talking about fish (which was a pretty big surprise, considering how much he loved marine life), and another time you were decorating cookies at his house with his lovely grandma, who adored you.

Leehan had invited you to a quiet café hidden on the outskirts of the beach town, one with a view of the ocean but far away from the usual crowd of surfers and tourists. It was intimate and cozy, with soft music playing in the background and large windows that let in the golden light of the setting sun.

“So, this is one of my favorite spots,” Leehan said as you both settled into your seats. He smiled, but there was a nervousness behind it, like he was waiting for your reaction.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, gazing out at the waves. “I didn’t even know this place existed.”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Told you I had good taste.”

You spent the next hour talking about everything and nothing—about university, future plans, the places you’d want to visit. Leehan opened up more than usual, telling you about his worries about moving and not being accepted for university, about missing the place that made him grow, and about how he wasn’t sure if he was ready to leave behind this part of his life.

“I mean, I love surfing, but it’s not just that, you know?” he said, his voice softer than usual. “It’s… everything. The people. The memories. This summer.”

You glanced up at him, your chest tightening at the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. "You’ll miss it, won’t you?"

“Yeah.” He smiled faintly, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment before looking out at the ocean. “But I’ll miss you more. I like your personality, lifeguard.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavier than they should have been, making your pulse quicken. He wasn’t teasing. There was no playful glint in his eyes, no mischievous grin on his lips. It was just… him. Honest. Vulnerable.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you smiled softly, reaching across the table to lightly tap his arm. “I’ll miss you too, Leehan. I like your personality too, surfer.”

He looked down at your hand on his arm, his expression unreadable for a moment before he turned back to you. His hand slid over yours, gentle and warm, sending a shiver down your spine. “This summer,” he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. “It’s been different. Because of you.”

Your heart raced, the air between you thick with unspoken feelings. You wanted to say something—anything—to fill the silence, to break the tension, but you couldn’t. Instead, you stayed there, your hand still under his, the weight of his touch grounding you in the moment.

Before you could fully process what was happening, the waiter came by with your drinks, breaking the spell. Leehan pulled his hand away slowly, almost reluctantly, and you both shifted back into the comfortable rhythm of your conversation.

But the atmosphere had changed. There was a tension now, a soft, electric current running between you that neither of you could ignore.

As the evening went on, you wandered down to the beach together, the cool sand beneath your feet and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. The sky was a blend of purples and oranges, the last remnants of the sunset painting everything in a dreamy haze.

Leehan walked beside you in silence for a while, his hands tucked into his pockets. You glanced over at him, noticing the way his brow was furrowed slightly, like he was deep in thought.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly, nudging him with your elbow.

He blinked, looking over at you with a small smile. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He hesitated for a moment before turning to face you fully, his gaze intense. “About creating your next memory”

You looked up at Leehan, your heart fluttering at the sincerity in his eyes. The evening had been perfect, filled with quiet moments and laughter, and now, as you stood together on the beach with the ocean breeze swirling around you, his words felt like a promise.

“Creating my next memory?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leehan nodded, his smile softening. “Yeah. I want us to have more moments like this, you know? I want us to remember this summer not just as a time when we were friends but as something more.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the rush of emotions that were flooding over you. The way he spoke made it clear that this wasn’t just about summer or surfing; it was about something deeper, something real.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Leehan’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and affection. “It's a secret. And it will take time.”

"Really?" Leehan nodded as he took the stairs to your house along with you.

"Yeah, so you'll be free from me," you said, making a small pout.

"I started to get used to your annoying ass." You opened your door quietly; it was pretty late, and you knew your grandpa was sleeping.

Leehan put his palms on the door frame once I was inside, his face stretched to match mine. "Once again, you prove to me that you…"

"Don't do-"

"Love me." Like the first time, he sang the first word, but on the contrary, one month ago, this time you rolled your eyes with a smirk on your face, pushing him out as he gave you a smile.

"Goodnight, Leehan." You gave him your back to go to the kitchen, but his hand caught your waist and made you spin. Now you were face to face, your hands on his chest for support due to the sudden movement.

The moonlight bathed Leehan in a soft glow, casting a halo around him that made your heart skip a beat. His fingers lingered on your waist, his touch warm and gentle, as if he were testing the boundaries of the moment, unsure if he should take it further or let it fade.

You held your breath, feeling the weight of the unspoken tension between you. The electric current that had been building all evening was finally reaching its peak. His eyes searched yours, dark and intense, as though he was trying to find the courage to say what had been left unsaid for weeks.

“I’m serious,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I'm going to make this last week with you memorable. I'll give you my word.” Your heart hammered in your chest, and you felt yourself leaning in, pulled toward him like the tide to the shore. His face was so close now, close enough that you could see the way his breath hitched. His lips went to your cheek in the softest way possible.

He took his hands off your body, now a soft smile in his face as he watched you. So ethereal, so beautiful, so unique.

"Good night, lifeguard."

— : ☆

It wasn’t like him to go radio silent, especially after what had happened that night at your house. You found yourself constantly checking your phone, hoping for a text, a call—anything that would explain why he was gone so suddenly. But there was nothing. The beach felt different without him—quieter, lonelier. Even the familiar sounds of the waves crashing against the shore weren’t enough to drown out the thoughts swirling in your mind.

Had something changed between you? Had you crossed a line that couldn’t be undone?

Your grandpa had noticed your distraction, but as always, he kept his words to himself, only offering the occasional knowing smile whenever you seemed particularly lost in thought. It was a week later, though, when he came to you, holding a package wrapped in delicate, sea-blue paper.

“This arrived for you,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a quiet amusement.

You blinked, looking between him and the package. “For me?”

He nodded, handing it over. “From Leehan. He said you’d know when to wear it.”

Your heart fluttered at the sound of his name, and with trembling fingers, you carefully unwrapped the package, noticing something written in the wrap paper.

"Tonight. Be ready at 7. I’ll be waiting on the beach."

Inside was a dress—a beautiful, flowing white dress, simple yet elegant, with delicate lace details around the neckline. It was the kind of dress that felt timeless, like something out of a fairytale.

"How does he know my size?" you whispered.

"I called your mother, and she gave it to me." Your grandpa surprised you, and he simply winked, leaving your room as you admired the dress.

By the time the sun began to set, you were standing at the edge of the beach, your toes sinking into the cool sand. The dress flowed softly with the breeze, and for a moment, you felt like you were in a dream, like you had stepped into one of those romantic movies where the ending was bittersweet but beautiful.

Ahead, you saw it—the soft glow of string lights hanging between two palm trees, illuminating a small table set for two. The sound of distant laughter carried through the wind, and as you got closer, you spotted Leehan’s friends: Woonhak, Taesan, Jaehyun, Sungho, and Riwoo. They were busy setting up the final touches, but the moment they noticed you, they gave you a wave before retreating, leaving the scene just for the two of you.

Leehan stood by the water’s edge, his back turned toward you, his hair ruffled by the wind. He was wearing a white shirt that matched the dress he had chosen for you, and as he turned to face you, his eyes softened. The moon had begun to rise behind him, casting a silver light over the beach, making the whole scene feel like something out of a storybook.

“You look…” His voice trailed off, his gaze lingering on you as if words weren’t enough to capture what he wanted to say. “…perfect.”

You smiled softly, stepping closer. “This is beautiful, Leehan. I can’t believe you did all this.”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. “I had some help,” he admitted, nodding toward the group of friends who were now disappearing down the beach. “But I wanted tonight to be special.”

You glanced around at the lights, the candles flickering on the table, and the waves gently lapping at the shore. It was special—more than you could have ever imagined. But beneath the beauty of it all, there was a bittersweet undercurrent, a silent understanding that this summer, this moment, was coming to an end.

As you both sat down at the table, the conversation flowed easily at first—lighthearted, filled with laughter, stories of the past few weeks, and jokes about the lengths he went to keep the evening a surprise. But as the night deepened and the stars began to dot the sky, the mood shifted.

There was a heaviness now, a shared sadness that neither of you could ignore.

Leehan's eyes lingered on yours longer than usual, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on the both of you. The breeze carried the scent of saltwater, the distant hum of the ocean a constant reminder of the fleeting nature of this moment. You took a deep breath, feeling a lump form in your throat as the reality of the situation settled in. Two days. You had two days left together.

“I still haven’t heard back from the university,” Leehan said softly, breaking the silence. His voice was quieter now, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen before. “I keep checking my email, waiting for something, but nothing yet.”

Your heart clenched. You knew how much he wanted this, how hard he had worked to get to this point, and yet here he was—stuck in limbo, waiting for a future that still seemed so uncertain.

“I’m sure it’ll come,” you said, your voice gentle. “Maybe they’re just taking longer than usual.”

He gave a small, tight smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah. Maybe.”

You both fell into silence again, the weight of the situation settling heavily between you. The string lights above flickered softly, casting warm, golden hues over the table, but they couldn’t chase away the growing ache in your chest.

Leehan leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, his gaze fixed on the ocean. “You’re leaving in two days.”

It wasn’t a question, just a statement—a fact that hung in the air like a cloud over the evening. You swallowed hard, nodding.

“I know,” you whispered, your chest tightening. “It feels like this summer went by too fast.”

He nodded, still not meeting your eyes. “I didn’t want it to end like this. I didn’t want… us to end like this.”

The words hit you like a wave, crashing over you with a force you hadn’t expected. Us. He had said it—acknowledging what had been growing between you all summer, the connection that neither of you had dared to put a name to.

“You know,” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want this to end either.”

Leehan’s eyes finally met yours, and in that moment, the vulnerability in his gaze mirrored your own. The emotions you had both been holding back all summer—fear, excitement, longing—were laid bare, unspoken but undeniable.

“Then why does it feel like we’re both saying goodbye?” His voice was barely above a whisper, the sadness in his tone echoing the ache in your own heart.

You didn’t have an answer. You didn’t know how to explain that sometimes things were too perfect to last. Sometimes, no matter how much you wanted to hold on, life had other plans. You reached across the table, your hand finding his, the warmth of his touch grounding you, even as everything else felt like it was slipping away.

“I’m going to miss you, surfer.” You whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “More than you know.”

Leehan squeezed your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m going to miss you too, lifeguard.”

The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of all the things you couldn’t say—how much you had come to care for him, how much this summer had changed you. But there was no need for words anymore. You both knew. The feelings were there, just beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

But you wouldn’t say it. Not tonight. Not when the thought of saying goodbye was already too much to bear.

Instead, Leehan stood up, offering you his hand. “Come on,” he said softly. “I have one last surprise.”

You let him lead you down to the water’s edge, the cool waves lapping at your feet. The moon was high in the sky now, casting a silvery glow over the ocean, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

He pulled you into a slow dance, the sound of the ocean and the distant music from a small speaker he installed, blending together into a soft, romantic melody. You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of you in his arms.

“Thank you for this,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. And in that moment, you knew. You both knew.

You were in love.

But it was a love you couldn’t hold on to, not right now. Not when the summer was ending and life was pulling you in different directions.

So, for tonight, you danced. You held on to each other as the waves whispered their goodbyes, as the stars blinked down from the sky, and as the world around you faded away. Because in this moment, you didn’t need to say anything.

— : ☆

You stood in the doorway, phone in hand, staring at the screen longer than you should have. The familiar weight in your chest grew heavier, pressing against your ribs as you swallowed down the lump in your throat. The house felt quieter now, the warmth of last night’s memory still lingering in the air. It was hard to believe that just hours ago, everything felt timeless, like your summer would never end. But now… it was real. You were leaving.

Taking a deep breath, you pressed the voice message icon and tried to keep your voice steady.

"Hey, Leehan. Sorry for bothering you. I know you're probably still sleeping, but my mom came earlier than expected, and…" Your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to continue. "I'm leaving right now for Seoul."

A wave of sadness washed over you as you spoke, each word feeling heavier than the last. You paused, trying to collect your thoughts, to say something meaningful, something that could capture the bittersweet emotions flooding your heart. You wanted to thank him for everything—for all the memories, for the way he made this summer feel like something out of a dream.

"Thank you for everything, Leehan. For the beach, for the laughter, for… for making this summer unforgettable." You hesitated, unsure of how to end it. "I’ll miss you."

The words hung in the air, final and inevitable. You released the button, watching the message send with a soft whoosh. It felt like letting go of something precious, something you weren’t quite ready to part with.

You pocketed your phone and turned to face your grandpa, who stood in the doorway watching you with a sad but understanding smile. His arms opened, and without a word, you wrapped yours around him, squeezing tightly. The scent of the sea, the warmth of his flannel shirt—everything about him reminded you of this place, of home.

“I’ll miss you so much, grandpa,” you whispered, your voice breaking just a little. Tears pricked your eyes, but you blinked them away, not wanting this moment to end in sadness.

He patted your back softly, his voice steady. "I’ll miss you too, kiddo. But you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Don’t forget that."

Pulling back, you offered him a watery smile, nodding as you wiped at your eyes. He glanced over at your mom, who was waiting in the car, then back at you.

"You can always come back, you know. This town… it’ll always be here. And so will I."

You nodded, but the heaviness in your heart remained. It was never just about the town. It was about everything that had happened here, the memories you were leaving behind—memories you weren’t ready to let go of, not yet.

With one last look at the house, the beach in the distance, and the path you had walked so many times with Leehan, you climbed into the car. Your mom smiled softly as you buckled in, but you couldn’t return it. Not yet.

The engine started, and as the car pulled away, you found yourself turning back, looking through the rearview mirror at the small beach town fading in the distance.

Leehan stood by your grandpa, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the bouquet of flowers cradled protectively in his arms. His eyes darted to the road where the car had just disappeared, his face pale with the weight of realization—he was too late. He gripped the flowers tighter, his knuckles white against the delicate petals.

Your grandpa placed a hand on Leehan’s shoulder, his expression soft, filled with the kind of understanding that only comes with age. “You didn’t miss her by much, son. She just left.”

Leehan nodded, but the words didn’t bring him comfort. The ache in his chest only grew as he looked down at the flowers, the card tucked neatly between them, filled with all the words he hadn’t been able to say to you. Five pages, front and back, confessing everything he had felt all summer—everything he had been too afraid to voice.

“I wanted to tell her,” Leehan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I had time.”

Your grandpa sighed, his hand still resting gently on Leehan’s shoulder. “Sometimes, we think we have all the time in the world. But life… it doesn’t always wait for us.”

Leehan’s gaze lingered on the empty road, his heart heavy with regret. He had planned everything so carefully—every detail of the beach date, every moment leading up to his confession. But now, it felt like it had slipped through his fingers like sand.

"Leehan!" he heard the familiar scream of Jaehyun; actually, all of his friends were running to him with smiles on their faces. Jaehyun was faster than the rest, a paper in his hand shoving in his face.

"God, MyungJae, what is that?"

"Read it!" He took the paper and read it, his energy below zero slowly going up. He could feel the relief when he read, "We are glad to have you, Kim Dong Hyun, at our university."

"I got in," he said, a small smile on his face.

"We all did! We're going to Seoul, baby!" Woonhak screamed, and that's when a bulb turned on Leehan's head. A soft touch on his shoulder made him look at the old man.

"I think you actually have a chance to give her the flowers."

Leehan’s heart raced as the realization hit him. Seoul. He was going to Seoul. The very place you were headed. He had a chance—maybe not to stop you from leaving, but to find you again, to tell you everything he had kept bottled up all summer.

He looked at his friends, who were all celebrating, but his mind was already somewhere else. Turning to your grandpa, who still had that knowing smile on his face, Leehan felt a surge of determination.

“I need to go after her,” he said, voice shaky but full of resolve.

Your grandpa chuckled softly, nodding. “I figured as much. Go on, son. She’ll be glad to see you.”

— : ☆

A month. That’s how long it had been since you last saw Leehan. No messages, no updates from your grandfather—just an aching silence that grew heavier with each passing day. And now, here you were, standing on the familiar beach in Seoul, the same place you came to clear your head. The sky was a fading blend of soft orange and pink, slowly surrendering to the approaching night.

The dress you wore felt like a relic from a time that felt both distant and painfully close—the same dress from that unforgettable beach date with Leehan. Nostalgia coursed through your veins, memories of that night replaying in your mind as the sound of the waves whispered around you.

You sighed, kicking at the sand as you walked closer to the water, unsure why you had returned here tonight. It was as if some invisible thread had pulled you back to this place, as if the universe wasn’t quite done with the story between you and him.

The soft crash of waves filled the silence, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in the rhythm of the ocean, your thoughts drifting like the tide.

"That area is off-limits, young lady."

Your heart skipped, your breath catching in your throat as you whipped around at the familiar voice. And there he was, standing a few feet away, wearing that same teasing, lopsided smile that had made you fall for him in the first place. Leehan.

He looked a little different now—more mature, like the month apart had shifted something in him. But his eyes still held that spark, that mischievous glint you had come to adore.

“Leehan?” You breathed, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst from your chest.

He gave you a small shrug, his hands tucked casually in his pockets as he took a step closer. “What? You didn’t think I’d just disappear, did you? Especially after all the trouble I went through for that beach date.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, your chest filling with warmth. “I thought you might’ve forgotten about me.”

His eyebrows shot up, a look of mock offense crossing his face. “Forgotten? You, lifeguard?” He stepped even closer, until he was standing right in front of you, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Impossible.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, all the hurt and uncertainty from the past month seemed to melt away. But there was still one question you couldn’t shake.

“What are you doing here, Leehan?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, that teasing grin never leaving his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bouquet of flowers. “Well, your grandpa might’ve told me a little secret. Something about how you always come here when you need to think.”

You blinked, your chest tightening at the thought of your grandpa playing matchmaker. “He told you where to find me?”

Leehan chuckled, shaking his head as he handed you the flowers. “Yeah, he’s pretty sneaky for an old guy.”

You took the bouquet, feeling the softness of the petals between your fingers, your heart racing at the thought that he had come all this way just for you. But before you could say anything, Leehan stepped closer, his expression softening, his voice turning serious.

“I’m so sorry,” he blurted out, his voice rough with regret. “For not calling, for not texting… for disappearing. I—I wanted to. Every single day, I wanted to reach out, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if you’d even want to hear from me after I let you down.”

Your heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice. You had been angry at first, hurt by his silence, but now, seeing him like this, so vulnerable and broken by his own mistakes, you couldn’t hold on to that anger.

“I missed you,” you said softly, the truth of it spilling from your lips before you could stop it. “I missed you so much, Leehan.”

His eyes softened at your words, but the guilt in his expression remained. “I missed you too. Every day. And I hated myself for not telling you, for letting my own fear keep me from you.”

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. His touch was warm, familiar, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"I messed up," he started, his voice quiet but heavy with emotion. "I should have called you the moment you left. Every day, I wanted to text you, to hear your voice, to know how you were doing… but I didn’t. I thought giving you space was the right thing. I thought I was being respectful, but honestly, I was just scared."

His thumb grazed over your knuckles, his touch soft, almost hesitant. "I was scared that maybe you'd moved on. Maybe I was just some summer fling to you and that the second you left for Seoul, I’d be forgotten. But I never forgot you. Not for a single second."

His voice cracked, and he paused, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Every time I looked at the ocean, I thought of you. I thought about the way you used to look at it, like it was a part of you, and all I could think was how much I missed you. How much I miss us."

You felt your heart tighten at his words, the weight of his confession sinking deep into your chest. He let out a shaky breath, stepping closer, his hands still holding yours as if he were afraid to let go.

"You have no idea how much I regret not picking up the phone and telling you how I felt. Because, God, I am so in love with you. I love the way you laugh when you think no one’s listening, the way you get lost in your thoughts when you're staring at the waves, the way you make everything feel right. I’ve loved you for so long, and I can’t keep pretending that I don’t."

His gaze softened, and his voice grew even quieter. "I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t care, for being such a coward. But I can’t let you walk away again without telling you how much you mean to me."

He took a deep breath, his grip tightening just a little as he leaned in, his voice steady but filled with an overwhelming tenderness.

"I love you, lifeguard."

The world seemed to fall away in that moment, the weight of his words settling over you like a gentle breeze. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside you—joy, relief, and love. You had waited so long to hear those words, and now that they were here, everything felt right.

A slow smile spread across your lips as you looked up at him, your hand tightening in his. “I love you too, Leehan.”

His eyes sparkled with happiness, and before you could say anything else, he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, filled with the sweetness of first love, but as the moments passed, it deepened, filled with all the emotions you had both kept hidden for so long.

When you finally pulled away, Leehan rested his forehead against yours, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know, I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.”

You laughed softly, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “I’m glad you finally did.”

He chuckled, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close. “Get used to it, lifeguard. I’m not going anywhere this time.”

"What do you mean?" He cleared his throat and looked at you.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I got in, to the university."

Leehan laughed as you wrapped your arms around him, your excitement evident as you squeezed him tightly. The bouquet of flowers had tumbled onto the sand, their petals scattered around as you held him close.

“You got in?” You asked, your voice muffled against his chest.

He nodded, a bright smile on his face. “Yep. Me, Jaehyun, Woonhak… all six of us got in. Last month was moving everything and paper work. So, it looks like we’re both headed in the same direction.”

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, your eyes wide with surprise and joy. “You’re really here.”

Leehan’s grin widened as he nodded again. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A wave of happiness washed over you, the feeling of his presence comforting and reassuring. “I’m so glad you’re here, Leehan.”

"And you know why?" You had a feeling of what was about to come. "Because you love me," he said, doing a small dance in front of you. This time, you laughed, your heart jumping in joy.

"Yeah, I do love you, surfer." He kept on dancing, so you took him by the collar of the shirt and kissed him once more.

Leehan’s laughter mingled with the rhythmic sound of the waves, filling the evening air with a playful melody. He stopped dancing when you pulled him closer, your lips meeting his in a kiss that spoke volumes. His lips were warm, and the kiss was both tender and teasing, full of the longing you both had felt over the past month.

As you broke away, he looked at you with a smirk. “You know, I’ve been practicing my dance moves just for this moment.”

You laughed, your eyes sparkling. “And here I thought you were just trying to impress me.”

Leehan’s grin widened, his fingers tracing light patterns on your arm. “Oh, trust me, impressing you is just the beginning. I’ve got a whole repertoire of moves I’ve been saving for our next date.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of future moments with him. Hand in hand, you both walked along the shore, the waves gently lapping at your feet. The night was filled with laughter, flirtatious glances, and the promise of a future together. The summer might be ending, but with Leehan by your side, every moment felt like the beginning of a beautiful adventure.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: After contasntly debating into wi¿hich one to put out to the world, here I am giving not only to the network but to the onedoorblr/bndblr my second work! I promise I will post more of my boys, I truly will (and pls the song in the intro has NOTHING to do with it LMAO, I forgot the song I chose before)💗

First time doing a Request I‘m kinda nervous but could (you don’t have to) write 8th member x Jungwon. Like the Reader was recently added to this Group and has to learn all the hard Dances and Jungwon is very strict/mean to the reader because they have a tight schedule and he really pushes the reader to it’s limits. He criticized reader a lot like talking bad about the vocals,stage present,visuals (face, figure), dancing skills etc ans the one day the reader breaks down in front of him while he was being harsh again and he‘s then like:“ Oh sorry let me make this up to you“ and since then the reader is Jungwon favorite

You are another me, I am another you (I-LAND - Into the I-LAND) Let’s just run for our lives

ᨓ 。idol!yang jungwon x idol!fem reader ꒰📲꒱﹕slight angst to fluff ﹕+2.0k contains: crying, mean jungwon at first, mean knetz comments (what's new), smau part, let me know if I missed one ┈─★

The sound of the studio door closing behind you felt heavier today. Your muscles were sore from all the extra practice, your mind was overwhelmed from memorizing every sharp move, and worst of all, Jungwon’s constant criticisms echoed in your head. Being the only female in ENHYPEN, you knew expectations would be high, but this? This was brutal.

Every mistake was met with a sharp comment, a sigh of frustration from the leader, and you found yourself questioning whether you were cut out for this. Jungwon wasn’t cruel, but he was relentless. His words stung, always pointed out how you weren’t fast enough, sharp enough, perfect enough.

“Again,” he said for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice clipped as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The others stood nearby, equally tired, but their eyes shifted toward you as if waiting for you to crack. You could feel their silent support, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the pressure.

Seven months after ENHYPEN’s debut, the world of K-pop had been shaken by the news of your sudden addition to the group. Right before the highly anticipated release of their Japanese album, Hakanai, the company had announced the unexpected eighth member—you.

The reaction had been explosive. Some fans were outraged. Comments flooded social media, criticizing the decision to add a girl to a group that had already worked so hard to build their identity.

"She didn't train as long as the boys." "Why now?" "This is unfair to them."

You read every post, every angry tweet, feeling the weight of their disappointment. It made your shoulders slump under the burden of being an outsider.

But there were others—fans who were intrigued by the fresh dynamic you could bring.

"This is something new!" "Finally, a group that challenges the norms!" "I can’t wait to see what she adds to ENHYPEN!"

They cheered for you, hopeful that your presence would bring something extraordinary.

You haven't debuted yet, pictures of your past resurfacing and preople trying to find any evidence that you did something (which you didn't) and still, all their eyes were all on you. Every move you made, every mistake, was scrutinized not just by the fans, but by your members—especially Jungwon. The pressure to fit in with them, to match their energy, was like a constant weight pressing down on you, making it harder to breathe.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Jungwon resented you. He had been carrying the weight of being the leader since debut, and now, the company had thrown you into the mix right before the release of such an important album. His leadership was already under immense pressure, and your arrival had just added more to his plate.

“You’re falling behind again,” Jungwon's voice cut through your thoughts, stern and unforgiving. He stepped closer, his eyes scanning your form, taking in your trembling muscles and shaky stance. "If you can't keep up, how do you expect to perform when we debut in Japan?"

His words were like ice, freezing you in place. You wanted to explain, to tell him how hard you were trying, but your throat was tight with unshed frustration. The others were watching, and you hated that you were the center of this uncomfortable attention again.

You swallowed hard, wiping the sweat from your forehead, but kept going. Each move was drilled into you at this point, yet you still fumbled, the exhaustion taking over your body. You tried to push through, only for Jungwon to stop the music abruptly.

“I don’t get it,” he muttered, pacing in front of you, his arms crossed. “How are you still this off? It’s like you’re not even trying.”

Your heart sank. You were trying—more than you’d ever tried before. “I’m doing my best,” you mumbled, barely able to look him in the eye.

“Your best?” He scoffed, his words like a slap in the face. “This isn’t even close. You’re dragging us down. I thought your vocals would at least make up for the dancing, but even those need work. And your stage presence? Nonexistent. You can’t just look good. You need to act the part, too.”

It felt like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t just critiquing your dancing now—he was hitting everything. Your voice, your looks, your confidence. You felt your throat tighten, but no matter how hard you tried to hold it back, the frustration was boiling over. “I’m trying,” you repeated, your voice tight, but Jungwon didn’t seem to care.

“You say you’re trying, but I don’t see it. Do you even care about this?” He gestured wildly, as if you had already given up. “We’re on a tight schedule and you—”

“Stop,” you whispered, your voice cracking as you interrupted him.

He froze, turning toward you. “What did you say?”

“I said stop!” you shot back, louder this time, feeling the lump in your throat rising again. “I can’t—” You wiped your eyes hastily, trying to catch your breath. “I’m trying so hard, Jungwon. Every day. I know I’m not as good as the rest of you, but you don’t have to tear me apart like this. I can’t take it anymore.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Jungwon stared at you, wide-eyed, as if he hadn’t expected you to push back. You could see the realization dawning on him, but it wasn’t enough to stop the flood of emotions surging within you. You couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“I know I’m not perfect, okay?” Your voice cracked, your hands trembling at your sides. “I know and you can bet your fucking life I know the hell you went through on I-LAND. But I’m trying. You think I don’t hear what people say? About how I don’t belong here? How I’m only here because I’m a girl and because I was added after the survival show?”

Your voice rose as you continued, your anger and hurt spilling over. “And you—you’re just confirming all of it! Every time you criticize me, every time you look at me like I’m not good enough, you’re proving them right. You’re supposed to be my leader, but instead, you make me feel like I don’t even deserve to be here!”

Jungwon opened his mouth as if to speak, but you weren’t finished.

“I know I have to work harder than the rest of you. I know I have to prove myself every single day, and believe me, I’m doing it. But you—” You pointed at him, your chest heaving with the weight of your emotions. “You’re supposed to be my teammate. And all you do is push me down further. Do you even care about how much pressure I’m under?”

He flinched at that, his expression faltering for the first time. “I didn’t realize—”

“No, you didn’t,” you shot back, wiping at your eyes again, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’ve been so busy expecting me to be perfect that you forgot I’m human too.”

Jungwon’s shoulders slumped, his arms dropping to his sides. “I thought I was pushing you to be better,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you.”

You let out a bitter laugh, the anger still simmering. “Hurting me? Jungwon, you broke me. Every time I walk into this studio, I’m terrified I’ll disappoint you again. I’m scared of what you’ll say next. Do you know what that feels like?”

He looked down at the floor, guilt creeping into his features. “I didn’t… I didn’t know it was that bad,” he murmured. “I thought… I thought being hard on you would make you stronger. But I went too far. Way too far.”

"You think?" you said and you had enough, you went to your stuff, packing everything on your small bag and takign your bottle of water in the process.

"What are you doing?" Jungwon said seeing walking straight to the door, you didn't stopped your steps for a moment, still giving him your back.

"I love the members, but I swear that if my own fucking leader can't give me the strenght to keep going and not backlash that it's worst that all the knetz combined, I think it's better tot alk to the CEO about taking me off the team."

Jungwon's breath hitched at your words, his eyes widening in panic as he quickly crossed the room. He grabbed your wrist, halting you just as your hand reached for the door. "Wait!" His voice was urgent, almost desperate, but you didn’t turn around. "Please, just—just stop for a second."

You stayed still, the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you. His grip was gentle, but firm enough to prevent you from leaving. "Let me go, Jungwon," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, but it carried all the exhaustion and hurt you’d been holding in.

"No. Please, don’t go. Don’t leave the group," he pleaded, stepping in front of you now, his eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness. "You’re right. I’ve been awful to you. I didn’t see it, but now I do. You have every right to hate me for how I’ve treated you."

The silence stretched between you as you stared at him, unsure whether you could believe his sudden change. His usual authoritative demeanor was gone, replaced with something raw and vulnerable.

"I know you’ve been working hard," he continued, his voice softer now. "And I see how much pressure you're under. I thought pushing you like this would help you rise to the occasion, but... I was wrong. I was being a terrible leader."

You didn’t respond, just watching him carefully, your emotions still too heavy to process his words fully.

"I don’t want you to leave. You belong here. I know I haven’t made you feel that way, but you do." Jungwon’s voice wavered as he spoke, his eyes never leaving yours. "I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Please just give me a chance."

"You're just saying this because you don't want me to tell the media about this." You let out a shaky breath, your frustration and anger still bubbling beneath the surface

"No! You're so wrong about it!" Something in his expression made you pause. It wasn’t just guilt—it was regret, genuine and painful. You could tell he meant it. But could you just forgive him that easily? "I swear to God that I don't know what the hell I was thinking, everybody got in my head because nobody believed in me that I can ahndle a girl in the group. They still even think that I can't lead the rest of the guys because I'm young and "stupid in so many ways". All of it pilled up."

You heard Jungwon’s voice crack, and for the first time, you saw the real weight of his responsibilities. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and you couldn’t help but be taken aback. You had always seen him as this strong, almost unyielding figure, but now, his vulnerability was laid bare.

“I didn’t think… I didn’t realize how hard it was for you too,” you admitted softly, your own anger and frustration melting away as you saw the sincerity in his eyes. “I thought you were just being mean because you wanted to push me. I didn’t know you were struggling with all of this.”

Jungwon took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. “I’ve been trying to prove everyone wrong,” he confessed, his voice trembling. “They doubted me from the beginning because of my age. They said I wasn’t capable of leading a group like ENHYPEN. And… I guess I took all that pressure and fear and channeled it into being hard on you. I thought if I could push you to be perfect, it would prove that I could handle this, that I could lead effectively.”

He rubbed at his eyes, as if trying to clear the tears before they fell. “But I was wrong. I forgot that it’s not just about pushing people to be their best. It’s about supporting them, too. I thought if I could be tough enough, I’d be a good leader. But instead, I just made things worse.”

You felt a pang of sympathy, realizing how young and inexperienced he was despite his leadership role. You had been focusing so much on how his criticism affected you that you hadn’t considered the immense pressure he was under. “Jungwon… you’re doing your best, too. And I’m sorry if I added to your stress., but what you did to me was hurtful”

Jungwon’s face softened, the tightness around his eyes easing as he listened to you. He took a step closer, his voice earnest and full of regret. “I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have let my own fears and insecurities turn into harsh criticism. I see that now. And I’m really, truly sorry.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of the confrontation starting to lift, though the sting of his previous words still lingered. “I appreciate you saying that, Jungwon. It’s just hard to hear all that negativity when you’re already struggling so much. I want to do well, I really do. But I need support, not just criticism.”

He nodded, his gaze sincere. “I understand. And I want to be that support for you now. I don’t want to be the reason you feel like you don’t belong here. You’re part of this team, and you’re important. I was wrong to make you feel otherwise.”

The air between you felt a bit lighter, though there was still an underlying tension. Jungwon took a step back and rubbed his face, trying to regain his composure. “I know saying sorry doesn’t undo the damage. But I want to make it up to you. Maybe we can start fresh. Let me know what you need from me, and I’ll do my best to provide it.”

You looked at him, weighing his words. It was a lot to process, and while his apology felt genuine, it would take time to rebuild the trust that had been shaken. “Alright,” you said finally, your voice softer but still tinged with caution. “But it’s going to take more than just saying sorry. I need to see changes. I need to feel like you’re actually supporting me, not just pushing me to meet some impossible standard.”

“Of course,” Jungwon agreed immediately, his tone earnest. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll start by being more constructive with my feedback. I want to help you improve, not just criticize you. And if you ever feel like I’m slipping back into old habits, please let me know. I want to be better—for you and for the team.”

You nodded, feeling a small sense of relief. “Thank you, Jungwon. I appreciate that.”

He gave you a small, encouraging smile. “Let’s take this one step at a time. We’ll get through this together, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed, a faint smile forming on your lips. It wasn’t a complete resolution, but it was a start. And for now, that was enough.

Jungwon let out a deep breath and took a step back, giving you some space. “How about we start with something easier today? Maybe we can work on something you’re more comfortable with first. I want to help build your confidence again.”

You nodded, grateful for the chance to ease back into practice. “Sounds good. Let’s do that.”

Since that november of 2020 until 2024, things changed between you two. True to his word, Jungwon was patient, taking time to guide you through the toughest routines, explaining the nuances of the choreography in ways that made sense. And when your vocals wavered, he didn’t tear you down but offered encouragement, helping you find your confidence again.

The other members noticed the shift too—Jungwon had become protective of you, always watching out for you during practice, checking in with you more often. There was a bond forming between you two, one built on understanding and trust.

As the days turned into weeks, the dynamics in the practice studio began to shift. Jungwon’s newfound approach to leadership was evident. His once harsh criticisms had turned into constructive feedback, and the atmosphere in the studio had lightened considerably.

During one of your practice sessions, Jungwon approached you with a more relaxed demeanor. “Hey, I was thinking,” he started, his tone casual but genuine. “How about we work on that dance you were struggling with earlier? I remember you said it was one of your favorites.”

You looked up from where you were stretching, surprised by the change in his approach. “Really? You want to help me with that one?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “I know you’ve been working hard on it, and I thought it might help to go over it together. Maybe there’s something specific you’re having trouble with, and we can figure it out.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude. “That would be great. Thanks, Jungwon.”

As you worked through the dance, Jungwon’s guidance was patient and encouraging. He provided tips and corrections, but always with a supportive tone. When you finally nailed a particularly challenging move, he clapped enthusiastically. “That’s it! Great job. You’ve really improved.”

The change in his demeanor was noticeable to everyone in the group. The members began to comment on how much better the atmosphere was during practice. Sunghoon even joked, “Looks like you’ve become Jungwon’s favorite. I’ve never seen him this invested in anyone before.”

Jungwon laughed, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on. It’s not favoritism. It’s just that she’s been working really hard and deserves the support.”

One evening after practice, the members were hanging out in the common area of the dorm. You were sitting with Jungwon, discussing a new dance routine, when Sunoo walked over with a playful grin. “So, what’s the secret? You’ve been extra nice to our new member. Is there something we should know?”

Jungwon’s face flushed slightly. “It’s nothing like that. I just realized how important it is to support each other. It’s not about being the best or pushing people to their limits. It’s about helping each other grow.”

The members nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting understanding and approval. “Well, we’re glad to see you’re finally taking that approach,” Sunoo said. “It’s made a huge difference.”

You felt a warm glow of appreciation from the members. The tension that had once hung over you like a cloud was now replaced with a sense of camaraderie and support.

In the weeks that followed, you and Jungwon developed a strong friendship. He continued to be a supportive leader, and your bond grew stronger. You shared laughs, inside jokes, and moments of genuine connection. The members noticed the change and couldn’t deny that your improved relationship with Jungwon had brought a positive shift to the group dynamics.

You became close friends who understood each other’s struggles and triumphs. His initial harshness was now a distant memory, replaced by a supportive and encouraging presence that helped you flourish both as an artist and as an individual.

In interviews and behind-the-scenes footage, the chemistry between you and Jungwon was evident. The way he looked at you, cheered you on, and even went out of his way to ensure you were comfortable and confident spoke volumes. The once-critical leader had become one of your biggest supporters, and the bond between you was a testament to the power of understanding, growth, and mutual respect.

And as for Jungwon, he learned that leadership wasn’t just about pushing others to excel—it was about guiding them with empathy and support. The journey had its challenges, but it ultimately forged a strong friendship and a deeper connection within ENHYPEN, making the team not just a group of talented individuals but a true family.

EXTRA!

ENGENE! has uploaded a video: "jungwon's favorite (+ members teasing about it) a wholesome compilation"

HEESEUNG! replying to your en-drama rain scene

I was behind the scene when she recorded that Wow, she's not the little girl we knew But our Jungwon wa so happy His favorite indeed

JAY! speaking about his en-log

ENGENE! Today's vlog features Jungwon and Y/N We will buy last school supllies for them Our leader so caring

NI-KI!

OP: Ni-Ki!, how does it feels to be the most beloved youngest in Enhypen? Ni-Ki: I don't know, ask Y/N

[SUNGHOON'S LIVE]

Sunghoon was sprawled out on his bed, lazily scrolling through the endless stream of comments as his live reached the twenty-minute mark. The glow from his phone screen cast soft shadows on his face, his smile easy and relaxed. This had become routine for him—answering questions, laughing at inside jokes, and throwing out casual responses to the flood of hearts and emojis that filled the chat.

Everything was smooth, just another night hanging out with his fans, until one particular comment caught his eye.

"In two days, it’s Y/N’s birthday," it read, almost buried under waves of excitement from his followers.

He smirked, leaning in closer, his voice dropping just a bit. "Yeah... it is," he said, his tone teasing but affectionate, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Actually, Jungwon's planning a surprise party right after the live stream—"

He paused, eyes darting back to the flood of comments. His smirk faltered. Wait. His mind spun as he watched the chat explode into shock and confusion. Oh no.

"Wait—what did I just...?" He stared wide-eyed at his phone, realization hitting like a freight train.

And just like that, the door to his room swung open with a bang. There you were, breathless, your face with a face mask one without hidding your happy face. “Sunghoon! What did you just say?!"

He froze, cheeks flushing crimson as the full weight of his mistake settled in. He had ruined the surprise.

[SUNOO'S IS LIVE]

Sunoo sat cross-legged in his room, the soft golden glow of fairy lights behind him adding to the cozy aesthetic of his live. His signature bright smile lit up the screen as he skimmed through the comments, casually chatting with fans. It was a typical Sunoo moment—full of laughter, a little teasing, and that effortless charm.

He paused, squinting slightly at a comment that caught his attention. His expression softened, a fond smile creeping onto his lips.

“‘Who's the best at taking care of everyone?’” Sunoo read aloud, repeating the question from the chat. His head tilted, as if he was thinking, but really, he already knew the answer. "Oh, that’s easy."

He glanced up at the screen, eyes twinkling. “It’s Jungwon, no question. He’s always making sure we’re okay, but mostly—” Sunoo stopped and grinned wider, that teasing glint appearing in his eyes. “Mostly Y/N. It’s kind of cute how much he fusses over them.”

The chat exploded with excitement, heart emojis and playful reactions flooding in.

“I mean, you guys don’t even know,” Sunoo continued, a little laugh slipping out. “He’s always asking if Y/N’s eaten, making sure they have a jacket when it’s cold, even if he doesn’t have one for himself.” His voice softened, genuine warmth lacing his words. “He just really cares, you know?”

Sunoo’s smile turned into a full-on smirk as he leaned in closer to the screen, whispering like it was a secret between him and his viewers. “Honestly, sometimes I think he forgets about the rest of us when Y/N’s around. It’s adorable, though, you should see it.”

The chat filled with comments about Jungwon and Y/N, and Sunoo laughed, clapping his hands together. “But really, we’re all super lucky to have him. Y/N especially.”

[ENHYPEN'S SEND-OFF]

The energy outside the concert venue was electric, buzzing with post-show adrenaline as fans lined up for their brief but cherished moments with Enhypen during the send-off. Jake was at the front of the line, his eyes warm and his smile easy as he signed photocards, making small talk with each fan who came up.

As the next fan approached, clutching a photocard, Jake’s eyes crinkled in a smile. “Hey! Did you enjoy the show?” he asked, his voice still slightly hoarse from the performance but full of energy.

The fan nodded quickly, eyes wide with excitement, and then in a rush, asked, “Can we do a fast Q&A while you sign?”

Jake chuckled, leaning in closer to make sure he could hear. “Alright, rapid-fire. Let’s go!”

“Favorite song to perform live?”

Jake didn’t hesitate. “'Criminal Love,' for sure. The energy’s insane every time.”

The fan grinned, throwing out the next question. “Who’s the funniest member?”

“Sunghoon,” Jake replied instantly, laughing at the thought. “His jokes are underrated.”

The fan’s excitement grew, and the next question came even faster. “Who takes the longest to get ready?”

Jake pretended to think hard. “Hmm, probably Sunoo. He likes everything to be perfect.”

They both laughed, and as Jake finished signing the photocard, the fan asked the final question: “Last one! Who would sacrifice their life for another member?”

Jake froze for just a second, the question taking him off guard, but his smile returned quickly. His gaze softened as he thought about it, then he gave a small, knowing smirk. “Jungwon,” he said, his tone more serious but full of pride. “He’d sacrifice himself for all of us… especially for Y/N.”

The fan blinked, processing his words, and Jake’s smirk turned into a soft laugh, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Yeah,” he added, handing back the signed photocard. “Jungwon’s that kind of leader.”

The fan’s eyes widened, and as they stepped away, the buzz from Jake’s answer lingered in the air, fueling the excitement of the send-off as the line moved forward.

[ENHYPEN'S FANSIGN]

Jungwon’s smile remained warm and genuine as he greeted each fan. When the next fan stepped up, holding out their album for him to sign, they hesitated for just a moment before speaking.

“Jungwon, can I ask you something?” they asked, their voice a mix of nerves and excitement.

Jungwon looked up from signing, his expression soft and encouraging. “Of course! What’s up?”

The fan bit their lip, clearly a little shy, but finally asked, “Is it true that Y/N is your favorite? I mean... people always say you take care of her more than the others.”

Jungwon paused for a moment, his smile deepening into something more thoughtful. He glanced down at the album, chuckling softly. “Yeah, I hear that a lot,” he admitted, his voice light but sincere.

He looked up, meeting the fan’s eyes, and the warmth in his gaze was undeniable. “But honestly? Y/N is like the younger sister I never had,” he said softly, his tone full of affection. “I mean, I care about all the members, but with Y/N... I just feel this responsibility, you know?”

The fan nodded, hanging on his every word as Jungwon continued. “She’s always working so hard, but sometimes I feel like she doesn’t take care of herself as much as she should. So, I just—" He paused, his smile turning a bit sheepish. "I try to look out for her in ways that maybe she doesn’t even realize.”

The fan’s eyes softened, touched by his words, and Jungwon’s expression brightened a little more as he added, “It’s not about favoritism. It’s more like... wanting to make sure she’s okay, like any big brother would. I’d do the same for anyone I cared about, but with her, it’s different. She’s family, I hope ENGENE is not jelaous about her.”

He handed back the signed album, a warm smile still on his face. “I guess I’m just protective, but in the best way. I’m really lucky to have her around.”

The fan smiled back, touched by the sincerity in his voice. As they stepped away, they couldn’t help but feel the pure, wholesome bond that Jungwon shared with you—a kind of sibling-like love that went beyond just friendship.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I've been waiting for a person to actually do an female 8th memeber request because I've wanted to try it for so long, ty anon and hope this is what you wanted <3 🦋

𓇬 Woo-ooh 이제 재미없어 | no more fever |

◞ ≽ܫ≼ ◟ 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖞'𝖘 ♡ 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: After my girl @sunkittie dropped her prompts list to get out of writers block, I decided to do that (despite having several blogs already in my drafts) , tysm for the idea love! This is mostly you do a request (anon or not) and I make small scenarios with the given prompts. I made prompts so that it can fit female and male idols with fem reader (and some of them I can turn them into threesomes) 🦋

RULES 4 THE REQUEST!

step 1: be polite, saying hello at first doesn't hurt, yk? <3

step 2: prompts you would like (3 or 4) + member (i see a minor and istg i won't hesitate on delete it.)

EXAMPLE!

"hey girl! So I thinking about 6 + 38 with heeseung." "hi! this is my first time doing a request, but can you do 36 + 45 with itzy ryunjin. tysm!"

REQUESTS WILL BE CLOSE ON 6th of September

“Then be quiet. Don’t make a mess, baby.”

“That’s not fair! You tied up a vibrator on me!”

"Fuck, I can see my dick inside you"

“I’ll devour you in a different way. Can you guess how?”

"Wear your marks with pride"

“Shhh, don’t make a sound. Keep still,” 

“Be a good girl for me, baby.”

“Now, now, what do brats get?”

“I'm not sorry.”

"Own this pussy, please."

"Such a good boy"

"She/He can never have you, not like I'm having you now"

"Open that mouth."

"I love how I can turn you into a mess."

"Take off your clothes."

"What a nice, submissive little slut you are"

"Want me to model these for you?"

" You're body says otherwise."

"Why did you buy me this?"

"I want you to break me. Make me entirely yours."

"Feels too good, right?"

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice"

"And I'm going to make you cum again."

"Keep doing that."

"It’s not my fault you keep turning me on"

"God, you taste so good I could just eat you whole."

"Wanna play a little?"

"I've never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now."

"How the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickies?!"

"Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?"

"I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now."

"What if someone hears us?"

"Can't believe I created a cock slut."

"I want you to feel good."

"So...you wanna have sex?"

"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on me."

"You're on top, but I'm in charge."

"Eyes on me, pretty."

"Come kiss me and bite me."

"Scream. Let the neighbors know my name."

"Make that noise again"

"You look really pretty when you cry."

"Come on, fuck me."

"Okay, you fucking win."

"Can I sit on your face?"

"Cum all over me."

"You're such a brat."

"You taste like fucking candy."

"I can do this all day"

"You look so good right now."

"Keep them on the mirror, sweet thing."

"I will do whatever you ask of me."

"How can you still be so tight?"

"Coming back for more?"

"Yes sir/ma'am"

"Back sit, now."

"The camera makes you look even more wet."

"You're killing me"

"This is fucking insane."

"Own me baby, ride it like the good girl that you are"

current permanent taglist: @kwiwin @hees-love @taeghi @glitterjay @caratstick @hvseung @hxxsxxng @jaehoonii

hi viviana! just saw ur prompt list <3 can i get 6 or 21 for myungjae ☝️🤓 THANK U ALWAYS!

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

“Shhh, don’t make a sound. Keep still,” + "Feels too good, right?"

You were biting your lips, Jaehyun’s fingers inside you while his thumb played with your clit. It was so risky, but both of you couldn’t take it any longer—the need was too much.

His breath was hot against your ear as his fingers moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm. What you were doing, where you were, should have made you stop, but it only added to the intensity.

"Jaehyun..."

"Shhh, don’t make a sound. Keep still," Jaehyun whispered, his voice thick with desire, as his free hand gripped your hip, holding you in place. Jaehyun's family had a business reunion, so his house was full of work friends, and both of you were hiding in his room—the one close to the dinner table where everything could be heard.

"Fuck Jaehyun." Your breaths came faster as his fingers curled, hitting that sweet spot over and over. The muffled voices outside the door made you acutely aware of how close you were to being caught, but it only heightened the pleasure.

Jaehyun's lips brushed against your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Feels too good, right?" he murmured, his thumb pressing down harder on your clit, sending a wave of pleasure surging through you as you nodded.

You bit down on your lip harder, trying to stifle the moan that was clawing its way up your throat, every nerve in your body on fire as he continued his slow torture. The sound of distant laughter outside seemed a world away as all you could focus on was the way Jaehyun's touch made your body melt under him.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I loved writting for myungjae ngl 🦋

hiiiiii love your works. could you please do 16 and 57 with jungwon? Thank uuuuu pookie

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

"What a nice, submissive little slut you are" + "The camera makes you look even more wet."

Your hands were busy, your left fingers were abusing your swollen clit, and your free hand was burrying deep inside your cunt the pink dildo, everything while your boyfriend Jungwon was recording through his videocamera, his dick red and standing tall to the almost pornographic view you were giving him from free.

When Jungwon asked for help for his cinematography class, you didn't hesitate, but you never thought that after finishing his homework, he would use it and you for other purposes.

"Faster, darling, I want another squirt from you. Can you do that?"

"Yes! I can do that for you, love." Just like he said, your fingers started a faster pace, the dildo you were pushing matching the speed, your moans couldn't even be shut, the pleasure you were feeling was almost too much. He smiled, his hand wrapping his dick, leaving a gasp of pure pleasure as he watched your body shake due to the intense pleasure.

"What a nice, submissive little slut you are, fuck." He adjusted the lens of the camera, zooming to your soaked entrance; he captured the exact moment you squirted all over the dildo, deeply wishing it was him. He could feel himself reaching his high, confining it later as he let all his cum on the floor. "Fuck, you should see this video. The camera makes you look even more wet."

You could catch your breath, seeing how Jungwon seetle his face between your legs after pressing the record button again. You closed your head around his head when he blew a little, directly to your throbbing core.

"Jungwon, what are we doing now?"

"We'll film the next scene."

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Cinematography Jungwon!?!?! Give me five plsplspls 🦋

8+42 WITH HEESEUNG PLEASEEE THANK U <3

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

“Now, now, what do brats get?” + "You look really pretty when you cry."

The room was dimly lit, with soft shadows dancing on the walls as you leaned back against the plush cushions. Your breath was slightly uneven, anticipation buzzing in the air. Heeseung stood across from you, eyes locked on yours, a slow, teasing smile curling at the corner of his lips.

“You think you can get away with that, don’t you?” he murmured, stepping closer, his presence consuming the space between them.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Maybe I do.”

His eyes darkened slightly as he stopped just in front of you, reaching down to gently tilt your chin up. “Now, now, what do brats get?”

Your pulse quickened, a shiver running down your spine as you held his gaze, the teasing in your expression fading into something deeper. You bit your lip, knowing that this will cost you later

That small mistake took you to be in all four, your ass on full display with red marks of the spanks he was giving you, you could feel his testicles slapping your clit as he was fucking you so good that made you see white spots in your visions. He got out of you, taking your whole body and turning it around, slamming his dick once again and keeping the same pace as before.

He smirked at your state, taking your boobs like stress balls. "You look really pretty when you cry. But you've been such a brat"

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Heeseung will vibe with brats tbh 🦋

hi love :3 34 + 46 w jungwon pretty please

(this is absolutely not nia)

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

"I want you to feel good." + "Cum all over me."

Your breath caught as he pulled you closer, his hands firm on her hips, making you stay still, your hand on his hair as you felt his tongue going inside your wet entrance.

“You feel so good like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the words sending a shiver down your spine. His mouth moved in your soaking entrance, teasing and devouring you in ways that made your toes curl, pleasure building with every pass of his lips. You rocked against him, caught between need and the intensity of his touch.

“I want you to feel good,” he whispered against you, his breath hot against your skin. You could barely focus, your mind foggy with desire, as the fire inside you built to an almost unbearable peak.

Your fingers gripped his arms, and you couldn’t hold back any longer. "Fuck, Won. I'm gonna cum so bad." The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them, desperation lacing your voice.

He groaned at her words, his grip tightening as his pace quickened. “Cum all over me.” The heat between them flared as you did it. The overstimulation going as far as to make your legs shake between his face.

"Fuck! Jungwon, too much."

"No, it's not

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Damn, hope Nia's can come soon :( 🦋

[𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 #𝟐]

"Most of the intelligence communities doesn't believe he exist, the ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He is credited with over two dozens assassinations in the last 50 years."

"So he's a ghost story."

𝗘𝗡- 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘 (𝗫𝗫𝗫) || 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡

[𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 #𝟑]

We interrumpted this program with some concerning news.

Reports indicate that this individual, who has been sighted in various regions, is causing widespread concern due to his mysterious and potentially dangerous abilities. Authorities are currently investigating the situation, and there are heightened security measures in place as a precaution. Eyewitnesses describe the 'Winter Soldier' as having a distinctive metal arm and a highly skilled combat presence. As the situation develops, we urge viewers to stay tuned for updates and follow any guidance issued by local authorities to ensure their safety.

𝗘𝗡- 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘 (𝗫𝗫𝗫) || 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡

Hey baby can you please do a 11+24+35 with Sub Sunoo, thanks you <3

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

"Such a good boy" + "Keep doing that." + "So…you wanna have sex?"

"You’ve been so patient," you said while stroking Sunoo's dick. You could tell your movements were sending a shiver down his spine. He could barely breathe as he grabbed the sheets below him. You were between his firm legs, teasing the young boy with taking him in your mouth. "So… you wanna have sex? You want to lose your virginity to me?"

"Yes," his voice sounded more like a whimper, a needy whimper that made you rub your legs together. Ever since you were fourteen and he was thirteen, his sister basically told you he had a crush on you, and for a moment, you really thought it was just going to last for a moment, until you ever heard a conversation he had with one of his friends about his virginity, the one that he didn't lose because he wants his first time to be with you and you only.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, your voice low before taking his whole dick. Hearing the prettiest moans you have ever heard in a man before, you were so focused on boobing your head that you didn't realize his hand was in the back of his head, holding it still as he moved his hips, fucking your mouth.

His dickens left your mouth, and you saw him with his eyes wide open and red cheeks. "Sorry! I got carried away."

You put his hand back on where it was, not breaking eye contact. "Keep doing that. I want my baby to feel good."

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I'm a switch Sunoo believer, but damn... 🦋

hiii holly! could you write 11 + 28 w jake pretty please?

love your works! <3

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

"Such a good boy" + "I've never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now."

"Okay, Jake. We can go now." You got out of the room and smiled at the way your boyfriend eyed you from head to toe. His gaze lingered, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he took in your outfit.

"Wow," he muttered, stepping closer. "You look stunning."

A blush crept up your cheeks, but you rolled your eyes, trying to play it off. His lips catched yours in a kiss that was slowly increasing. "We’re going to be late," you teased, nudging him lightly.

Jake didn’t budge, his hands finding the zipper on your dress, pulling it down, and taking out the straps of it. "Let them wait," he murmured against your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

"I've never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now."

It could be the fact that you were ovulating or that Jake's presence made you so weak for him, but you were know bended over the dinner table with Jake behind you, burrying himself deep inside your wet entrance.

"You like it, baby? Am I being a good boy?"

"Fuck, yes! Such a good boy, Jake. Don't fucking stop." The trails of tears that emerged from your eyes were pretty noticeable; your make-up was ruined, and so was your hair, the spanks in your ass. You could hear his deep growls, his mind cloudy because of you.

"I'm not doing it. You're taking it like the good slut you are."

You would think of an excuse to your parents on why you were late to their anniversary dinner.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Damn, hope Nia's can come soon :( 🦋

hi !!!! i saw your prompt post nd i was wondering could you do 41 + 53 with jongseong ? (ngl with this combo i think it is giving mean dom jay 🫡) thank you so much in advance !!

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

"Make that noise again" + "How can you still be so tight?"

You had your hands on the wet wall of the bathroom, trying to hold yourself so you don't fall due to your weak legs. You felt Jay's fingers taking out the hair from your shoulder and leaving a trail of kisses. You shut your legs when you felt a hard slap on your cunt, moaning to the pleasure that sent to your whole body.

"Baby. Make that noise again." Jay was teasing your entrance, his tip only traicing your entrance. You shut your eyes when he positioned himself once again in your hole. "Or should I fuck them out of you, huh?"

"Fuck them out, please, Jay." Not even a second after you said that, your head was thrown back with Jay's hand on your neck, his dick fully going inside you. You were so sensitive due to the past three rounds, but you will never deny Jay's cock. For you, it was perfect, slightly thick and veiny, and it filled you so good to the point it makes you see stars every single time.

"How can you still be so tight? God, you're taking me so good." he put more preasure on your neck as he started punding into you, dirty talking his way out as you answered him with high pitched moans, two of his fingers when to your mouth, making you gag and gaining an evil laugh. "You're such a pretty slut tonight."

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Anything Jay related my mind goes 🦋