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Summary:
Ryoma has always walked in front of Sakuno. He is a tennis genius after all. But sometimes she wonders why she even bothers to keep up, knowing that he’s way out of her league anyway.
Sakuno walks slowly, her head hung low. A few steps in front of her is Ryoma with Karupin trailing beside him.
They just came from a Tennis competition, and of course Ryoma won his matches.
She on the other hand, had to endure another set of hours hearing women whisper things behind her back.
“-a real tennis genius! Really handsome too!”
“Isn’t he dating that girl? Probably why he didn’t pursue a career in America.”
“He’s way out of her league.”
“Poor guy. She must be holding him back.”
Sakuno swallows the bitterness at the back of her throat.
She knows- god she knows- how Ryoma is way out of her league, how mind-boggling it is that a world-renowned tennis genius has chosen to date her.
She sometimes wants to ask him, “why me?”
But she’s afraid to do so. Because what if he only accepted her confession because he is used to her presence already? Because he didn’t want to rock the stable boat they were in, that he’d rather say yes to dating her than go through the emotional turmoil of having to kindly reject a friend.
She bites her lower lip, holding back the tears that threaten to spill.
“Sakuno,” Ryoma calls her clearly. She looks up and sees him standing a few steps in front of her.
His eyebrows knit in confusion before settling on a poker face everyone is used to.
He walks back towards her, raises her chin, looking deep into her eyes, before grunting and walking away again.
But this time, he grabs her hand.
They enter a park and has her sit on a bench while he walks towards a vendo machine.
Sakuno examines her hand that he just held, her short blunt nails and calloused fingers, perfect for holding a tennis racquet.
But not for sweet hand-holding.
“Here,” Ryoma hands her a Ponta, “drink this. You seem to be tired.”
“I’m okay,” she quietly says.
“You’re not,” Ryoma sighs, sitting beside her, “what is it this time?”
She shakes her head, not wanting to burden him with her own insecurities.
“Second place isn’t a bad result,” Ryoma tells her.
“what?” Sakuno looks up, confused.
“If that’s what got you so down,” Ryoma sips his Ponta, “placing second isn’t such a bad thing.”
Ryoma continues, ears getting a bit red as she looks at him silently, “Especially since you played so well. It’s just a matter of stamina really. Your opponent had at least two hours to rest. You had back to back matches.”
“How did you know I had back to back matches? Weren’t you playing too?” Sakuno asks.
“I, uh,” Ryoma’s ears turn a shade redder, “I asked Horio to watch your games. And Tomoka to take videos. I watched during the break time.”
“You watched my matches?”
“Of course, I did.” Ryoma sighs and looks at her, “You did well. We can work on your technique together. You are free this weekend, right?”
“Yes,” Sakuno blushes. Did he just ask her on a date?
“Oh, and here,” Ryoma hands her a single stem of carnation, its petals baby pink like the color dusting Sakuno’s cheeks. He probably picked it from the flower bed in the park but Sakuno didn’t care.
“Congratulations on winning 2nd place,” Ryoma says, cheeks equally as pink as hers.
She touches the petals of the flower, feeling its soft surface, as if a gentle kiss on her fingers. And the more she looks at it, the lighter her breathing becomes.
Ryoma may not be the most expressive. He may not say “I love you” as much as other boyfriends do.
But it is in quiet moments like this when Sakuno feels his love the most.
It is in him looking back at her whenever they walk
In eventually matching her pace.
In him choosing to play tennis with her on weekends
when he could easily choose to play with other players in his league.
In him giving her his favorite drink, always having an extra one to offer her.
And in small acts of sweetness, making her smile when she needs it most.
And in him cheering for her, as much as she does for him.
He grunts and stands up, holding out his hand for her to take.
And she does so, a smile on her face this time.
It doesn’t matter if he’s out of her league.
What matters is that she’s always behind him to support him, and he always looks back, making sure she isn’t being left behind.
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What I’m hearing is, “If you don’t love me at my sociopathic, unrelenting attempt to capture you for the sake of my own personal honor to my father and nation, leading you and your friends to your impending deaths,” then you don’t deserve me at my “Sulky Fire boi charm who is kinda oppressed, but also has no other friends because, like, have you met my sister?”
i’m personally fighting whoever made fun of bams short hair like this look didnt single handedly save my life AND the entire kpop industry how dare you
Before the day ends, happy birthday @jjpmoans! To more annoyance with you!
“Jinyoung must be breaking up with me soon.”
Lisa looked at you incredulously. “What kind of a stupid thought is that?”
You drank a glass of beer in one shot before replying, “He wasn’t trying to argue with me the past few days! I even started purposely annoying him, but he wouldn’t give me even a sneer. Is he cheating on me?”
“Jinyoung is being nice and you think he’s cheating on you?”
“He has to be!” you poured yourself another glass full. “You know how we always fight because that’s our way of communicating?”
“A weird way, to be honest.”
“That’s what we know. We started as rivals in school then we dated to prove who can love the other more. If we don’t fight, we don’t have anything else to do. I live for the times I want to go out on a date and he would say we can have a date at home. Then we would just spend the day reading because he’s that boring, and I’ll make sure he remembers that every damn time he tells me I take too long to fix my hair. Dude, you take too long choosing what book to read for the third time!”
Lisa sighed and shook her head. No one really understood how you lasted seven years dating Jinyoung when you were at each other’s throat every second of the day. He was cold and selfish—you were pushy and indecisive.
“Maybe he’s tired of me?” you started sobbing. Lisa handed you a tissue box. “Maybe I’m such a nagger and he didn’t want to deal with it anymore.”
“Why don’t you ask him? I’m sure he’ll tell you the truth.”
A/N: I wrote a Filipino Social Media AU on Twitter and migrating all the SMUT scenes here in Tumblr. This is written in Taglish.
Disclaimer: This chapter is more descriptive compared to the JackRene smut scene. I still held back a bit since this is smut for actual people (I used to write for anime and book characters.) Not meant to offend any of JB or Seulg’s fans. I love them both.
Warning: Unprotected sex. This is for story purposes only. Always use protection guys!
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Bambam doesn’t mind living with JB and Seulgi- when JB was still injured.
The only downside was that Seulgi seemed like a ticking time bomb and Bambam was afraid to be caught in its blast.
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JB had been in critical care for a week after Yeri shot him, the bullet almost hitting his spine and was inches away from paralyzing him. They didn’t know what to do at that time- to Yeri, to their team, to the company and most importantly to help JB.
Jinyoung came a few days later and with Irene, Youngjae and Joy’s help, they took down the company. Seulgi and Bambam wanted to kill Yeri- and she was close to doing it a number of times if it wasn’t for Jinyoung and Mark. Youngjae held back for Joy’s sake and Yugyeom and Jackson suggested they focus on JB.
JB finally woke up after a week and finally they had their directions again. They decided to leave their old apartment building and live separately to avoid imminent danger from people who may want to seek revenge.
Jinyoung chose to stay at Jinhae with his mother and Jisoo once JB was released from the hospital. Youngjae lived with Joy, Jackson with Irene, and Yugyeom with Wendy since he chose to go to Medical School.
“Magpapatulong lang ako kay Wendy,” Yugyeom told Mark, as if asking for permission.
Mark looked at Wendy then and said, “Kung ayos lang kay Wendy.”
In the end, Mark volunteered to watch over Yeri.
It angered Seulgi at first, but JB had already decided.
She had no choice but to agree and focus on JB’s recovery.
“Sa amin ka na lang sumama, Bambam,” JB told him days before being discharged, “kinakabahan ako pag di kita nakikita.”
Bambam agreed. It made sense to him since Seulgi would need help in taking care of JB.
But as weeks turned into months, he sees a building frustration in Seulgi.
He isn’t sure why or when but he knows that one of these days, she will explode. And he’d rather not be there when she does.
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Seulgi feels frustrated.
Like there is a lot of energy trapped within her body, waiting for any form of release. It is like a build up of frustration and she just wants to burst with it.
It started with not being able to kill Yeri. Sure, she really didn’t hate Yeri that much. But JB was dying and she was feeling helpless. Killing Yeri would’ve been an outlet instead of a passionate revenge.
But she was denied that.
Then it was followed by days and days of taking care of JB- bathing him, dressing him, and sleeping beside him without being able to touch him the way she wants.
Sure they still kiss- deeply and passionately. Seulgi is happy with that but it isn’t enough to satisfy the Jinx part of her.
Imagine seeing him naked, in all his manly glory- broad shoulders that leads to strong sinewy arms, toned muscles, and delicious abs that lead downwards to the key to heaven.
And yet she cannot touch him the way she wants. And she feels dirty for desiring him when he almost died. But sometimes she swears JB knows what she’s thinking when her eyes linger a bit on his naked body.
Seulgi is just so frustrated.
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She is waiting outside the doctor’s clinic for JB’s last check-up while JB talked to Dr. Oh alone.
Bambam left a week ago to go back to Thailand since JB was almost recovered by now- he can walk on his own and was back to his old self.
He emerges from the Dr. Oh’s clinic with a smile, “Tara, uwi na tayo.”
Seulgi stands and they proceed to their car.
“Ikaw na magdrive,” JB says, handing her the keys to the car. Seulgi shrugs and slips into the driver’s seat.
They were coasting down the road when Seulgi asks, “Anong sabi ni Dr. Oh?”
“Wala naman. Everything looks good,” JB says, his hand on Seulgi’s thigh. In other days, it was a normal gesture.
But this time, Seulgi feels heat pooling in her gut as JB’s fingers creep closer to her inner thigh. She glances at JB, sees him looking ahead, nonchalant about what his fingers are doing to her, “I’m back in top shape sabi ni Dr. Oh.”
He smirks at her, his eyes piercing hers. His fingers caress her inner thigh, inches away from her core.
Why the hell did she wear a skirt today of all days?
She grips the steering wheel tighter.
Seulgi unlocks the door and enters their apartment.
She was about to ask him what his plans for the day were when he pushes her against the closed door and kisses her deeply.
His tongue glides on her lower lip and she opens her mouth welcoming him completely, her own tongue playing with his.
Her arms automatically wrap around his shoulder, one hand carding through his hair.
JB reaches for her ass, kneading it before lifting her up.
“JB,” Seulgi moans when JB licks and kisses her neck, “Anong ginagawa mo?”
“Foreplay,” JB sucks at her skin, “tapos mamaya, dirty sex.”
Seulgi feels something explode in her.
She wraps her legs around his waist and grinds her core against the growing bulge in his jeans.
“Hold yourself up,” JB says and Seulgi thanks her years of being Jinx for being flexible and strong enough to do it. She puts her hands on JB’s shoulder to hold herself up.
JB rips open her blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. He pulls on her bra, exposing her breasts and sucks on them.
Seulgi wraps her fingers against his hair and pulls, making JB groan around her nipple, the vibration increasing her pleasure. JB dips his finger under her skirt and pulls her underwear aside, his fingers stroking her lightly.
“May sentimental value ba ‘tong suot mo?” JB asks.
“Wala,” Seulgi breathes.
JB smirks and tears her underwear and skirt off, leaving Seulgi in her tattered blouse and bra which she fully removes.
She tugs at JB’s shirt and his jeans, making the button pop off as well. She pushes his pants and boxers down with her leg, until it reaches his ankles and he steps out of them.
They are both fully naked now, her legs still around him and her core inches away from his manhood.
She closes the distance, grinding against him and moans loud.
“Alam mo bang tinatakot mo si Bambam?” JB strokes her, making her arch towards him, “Sabi nya any moment daw sasabog ka.”
Seulgi feels her arousal coating JB’s fingers.
“Nakikita ko din kung paano mo ako tingnan. Parang gusto mo akong kainin,” JB plunges his fingers deeper into her, “It makes me want to eat you too.”
JB pulls his fingers away. Seulgi whines only to moan again in pleasure as JB enters her, “I’m sorry I made you wait. Pero okay na ako, babe. Pwedeng pwede na kahit ilang beses pa.”
He rocks into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin and her moans echoing in their apartment.
JB puts her down and tuns her around, her back against his chest and enters her core from behind, creating a more delicious angle for Seulgi.
His right hand reaches for her breast and kneads it while his left stimulates her core. He bites at her neck, making her scream in pleasure.
With all the stimulation assaulting her body, Seulgi reaches for JB and pulls on him to kiss her lips deeply until she breaks away to scream as she comes.
She tightens around him, meeting his thrusts and grinding just enough until he comes as well.
He pulls away as she turns around and they kiss, sweetly this time.
“Shower?” he asks, their foreheads together, their breaths fanning each other’s face.
“Depende,” she says, stroking him again, “may sex bang kasama yung pagshoshower natin?”
“Hindi lang ikaw ang nagtiis, Seulgi” JB says, carrying her to their bathroom, “kung gusto mo nga lahat ng areas ng bahay natin binyagan natin.”
“Kitchen naman sunod,” she says kissing and licking his neck, “syempre magugutom tayo after shower.”
JB kisses her in agreement.
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Bambam opens the door and sees clothes strewn all over the floor.
He feels a sense of dread as he ventures deeper to the apartment.
He hears them first before seeing Seulgi’s bare back. She was sitting at the counter, her legs spread apart.
He doesn’t need to see JB to know where he is, judging from Seulgi’s moans.
“BAKIT SA KUSINA?” he screeches.
JB’s head pops out and Seulgi turns her head, her face blushing.
“Saan ba kumakain?” JB smirks.
“Argh! AAALIS NA NGA AKO!” he says, going inside his room to pack more things.
He wasn’t even out of the apartment’s door when he hears Seulgi explode again…
A/N: I tried to be sweet. JaeGi wouldn’t let me. They don’t do vanilla daw.
A/N: I wrote a Filipino Social Media AU on Twitter and migrating all the SMUT scenes here in Tumblr. This is written in Taglish.
Disclaimer: This chapter is more descriptive compared to the previous JackRene smut scene. But I didn’t go all out yet because this is my first-time writing smut for actual people (I used to write for anime and book characters.) Not meant to offend any of Jackson or Irene’s fans. I love them both.
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"You may now kiss the bride,” the priest says and Jackson has never heard more beautiful words.
He looks at Irene- his wife- and the woman he fought hell to be with. He smiles at her before kissing her gently on her lips, cheers from their friends erupting. Irene raises her eyebrow at him when he broke away. She was used to his passion, to powerful and breathless kisses.
Jackson wanted to kiss her that way too. But their friends are here.
Irene on the other hand didn’t care. She grabs Jackson’s nape and pulls him in, this time for a deeper kiss. Their friends cheered louder- Bambam and Yugyeom making those weird sounds.
“Mamaya ka sakin,” Jackson whispers to Irene after they break apart.
Irene had the audacity to smirk at him, as if saying “bring it on.”
The reception went smoothly. It was an intimate gathering- a far cry from the wedding expected of an heiress. But Irene has chosen to turn her back on the life of luxury.
Sure, she’s still part of the company. But she will be working just like any other employee and rely on her salary instead of their family’s wealth.
And Jackson started working as a fencing coach.
He looked around once again thanked Lady Luck for saving his new found family. They were complete. Bambam finally found someone who would settle him down, Yugyeom started going to medical school to become a doctor with Wendy’s help. Youngjae was finally going out and talking to more people with Joy’s help. Mark smiles more. He wished Jinyoung was here too but he understands. Jisoo could give birth any moment now. He’d want to be there when she does.
And their beloved leader- JB survived death once again. He was sitting there laughing with the members, Seulgi on his lap.
Does Seulgi ever use a chair?
He was pulled out of his reverie when Irene slides her hand on his thigh.
“Uwi na tayo?” she whispers.
“OKAY GUYS,” Jackson stands gaining the attention of his friends, “MAHAL KO KAYO ALAM NYO YAN. PERO MAS MAHAL KO ANG ASAWA KO. SA PAALAM!”
He leans down and carries Irene bridal style and leaves the restaurant to go to their hotel room.
“Galingan mo, Jack!” Bambam calls out.
“Don’t disappoint Irene!” Youngjae bellows.
He walks away to their laughter, a smile on his lips.
Jackson sits shirtless on their bed, his back against the headboard.
For some reason, he feels nervous, which is stupid. This isn’t his first time, nor is it his first time with her. While they never went all the way before they have done a lot of things.
He slaps himself just in time for the bathroom door to open.
He looks up, ready to smile, but he froze upon seeing Irene step out of the bathroom. Steam was coming out of the door which made the perfect background for Irene walking towards him like a goddess.
A goddess wearing a sinfully red lingerie, barely hiding anything really.
Jackson’s mouth waters.
Irene bites her lip.
She walks towards him.
Jackson feels himself twitch.
“Galing to kay Seulgi,” Irene says, “Sabi nya mukhang magugustuhan mo daw. Ok lang ba?”
Jackson looks at the translucent material covering Irene’s breasts, barely hiding anything and follows the ribbon on the middle that dropped to her navel, a few inches above the waistband of her also translucent underwear.
“Wow,” was all he was able to say.
Irene smiles and kneels on the bed in front of him, “How do you want me?” she asks shyly.
“On your back,” Jackson says, and she immediately lays on her back, Jackson hovering on top of her.
She runs her hands over his chest before wrapping them around him. He leans down to capture her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Jackson runs his hands from her face to her neck until it reaches her breast. He massages her mounds through her bra until her nipples harden.
He moves from kissing Irene’s lips to kissing her jawline down to her neck, nipping and licking her skin. Irene runs her fingers in his hair and grabs it as Jackson kisses her way down her body.
He licks the valley of her breasts and kisses he mounds, his hands travelling down her body until it reaches her legs and hitches them on his hips.
He goes down still, until he reaches her core. Irene expects him to finally remove her underwear, but instead she feels his tongue through it, the sudden contact making her back arch from the bed.
Finally, after teasing her through her underwear, Jackson removes it and kisses her directly. He has tasted her many times before, but every time he does, it still feels like the first. He marvels at her milky skin, her sweet whimpers, and her uneven breath.
Irene pulls his hair, wanting him to stop and wanting him to continue.
But as much pleasure this gives her, she wants something more, something that Jackson hasn’t given her yet.
The real reason why she asked for Seulgi’s help because apparently, she and JB never had this problem before.
“Jack, love, sandali,” she whispers pulling Jackson’s hair.
Jackson looks up at her, his fingers replacing his tongue in torturing her.
Irene gathers all her strength to final pull at the waistband of Jackson’s pajamas and putting her hand inside, feeling him harden more under her touch.
Jackson groans deep in her ear.
“I want this,” she whispers, “I want this now.”
Jackson looks at her then, at her half-lidden expression, at her milky skin covered in red marks from his kisses and the sinfully red lingerie.
“Please.”
Jackson growls and kisses her more, his tongue invading her mouth again. He takes off his pajamas and boxers and upon finally seeing him whole, Irene bites her lips.
He removes her remaining covers and positions himself between her legs.
“I love you,” he says between his kisses on her lips.
“I love you, too,” Irene responds, legs wrapping around his waist as Jackson enters her.
It was their first time and Jackson marvels at how Irene fits around him, as if she was made just for him. Irene closes her eyes- feeling full from Jackson’s love.
They dance together, finding the perfect rhythm, kissing every part of exposed skin they can reach.
Irene tightens when Jackson finally hits her spot. He reaches between them to stimulate her further sending her higher and higher.
She comes with a keening noise, saying Jackson’s name over and over like a prayer.
The sight of her blissed out is what pushed Jackson to his release, and with a moan, says her name with more love than she can ever imagine.
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They lay together now, a sheet covering both their naked bodies.
Irene’s head was on Jackson’s chest, drawing hearts at his bare skin. She sighs.
“Pagod ka na?” Jackson asks, his hands dancing on her arms.
“Nope,” Irene responds, “nag-iisip lang.”
She turns to face Jackson, “Do you remember that night? Nung nagpasundo ako sayo?”
Jackson nods.
“Bakit hindi mo tinuloy yung sex natin?” Irene asks.
Jackson hesitates a bit, but sees the remnant of hurt in Irene’s eyes. Although it doesn’t really hurt her anymore, Irene is still bothered by it. And that wasn’t the only time he refused to go all the way with her. They’ve had other encounters after but Jackson would always stop after making her come.
But they’re married now, and secrets are never a good foundation to long lasting marriages.
“Pag tinuloy ko kasi, I won’t have a reason to see you anymore,” Jackson replies.
“What?”
“I told JB that I was only seeing you to have sex with you” Jackson explains, “So hangga’t di natin ginagawa, I’d have more reason to see you. It’s stupid, I know. Pero ganun kami dati.”
Irene laughs at him, “That is actually weirdly sweet.”
She then proceeds to kiss him, gently at first.
But Irene had other plans. Her hands slowly travel from his chest, downwards. Until it reaches Jackson’s manhood.
“Irene, what?” Jackson breathes as Irene’s hands wrap around him.
“Honeymoon natin ‘to,” she says as she also descends down his body, positioning herself between his legs, “Sayang naman kung isang beses lang natin gagawin. Saka sabi ni Seulgi, you’ll probably enjoy this. And I’ve always been curious with how you taste so,”
The sight of Irene doing what she’s about to do wakes him up more. He makes a mental note to maybe thank Seulgi soon. But soon all thoughts disappear.
Because as Irene’s lips descend upon him, Jackson ascends to bliss.
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