this mb in honor of just seeing the movie which was great!! Mb inspired by This edit as well. Last divider made by @andromeda-graphics. All images are from Pinterest so credits to the rightful owners!
Synopsis: You've hated each other for as long as you can remember
One victory, One yacht ,And One night that changed everything...
Warning: NSFW, minors do not interact, Rivals to lovers , smut, sexual tension,anger drunken kiss، terry getting turned on a lot, kissing , fingering , crying while sex, unprotected sex
WC : 3400
After three years away from Jeju, You returns stronger than ever to compete in the island's biggest surfing competition. As you used to do , you beats your longtime rival, Terry, claiming first place while he's forced to settle for second for the first time in her life which makes it unbelievable for both .
To celebrate your victory, the sponsors host an exclusive yacht party for all the competitors. When the yacht reaches a private island, everyone heads ashore to continue the celebration everyone except Terry. Unable to stomach his defeat, he stays behind on the yacht, quietly drinking alone.
The moon casts silver ripples across the black water as the yacht gently rocks, anchored near a deserted private island. The distant sounds of music and laughter from shore feel worlds away.
Terry sits alone on the deck, nursing his third whiskey. His champion's jacket usually worn with pride hangs loosely over his shoulders like a burden. He stares at nothing, jaw tight with that bitter taste of defeat still fresh after three years.
A breeze carries petrichor from land when suddenly...
Footsteps stumble onto the deck behind him.
You appears in glittering sandals that sink into wet wood planks, your sundress slightly rumpled from dancing too much champagne-drunk joy tonight.
"Look who's sulking," you teases with that familiar smirk the one you always wore right before wiping him out in competitions.
But there's something different about it tonight... looser? Softer? Or maybe just tipsy?
Terry doesn't turn around. His grip tightens slightly around his glass, the ice clinking as he swirls it once before taking another slow sip.
The silence stretches thick with years of unspoken tension, every surf-off replaying between them in that quiet space. The ocean breeze carries your perfume (coconut sunscreen mixed with expensive champagne) right to him.
You giggled, actually giggled and sways closer until you're standing right behind his chair.
"poor little terry," you slurs playfully, "say sometimes I wandered why I hate you that much !"
Your fingers reach out to poke his shoulder... but misjudge the distance because you're tipsy and pokes nothing but air instead.
The night air is thick with tension as Terry abruptly stands, his chair scraping loudly against the deck. Without a wordwithout even glancing at you he walks past you toward the cabin stairs.
His movements are sharp, controlled anger in every step. The rivalry that's festered for years sits like a brick wall between them now more than ever.
You blinked, still giggly from champagne... until you notices him leaving.
"Terry? Wait-"
A misstep on wet wood sends you lurching sideways
" SPLASH. "
The icy seawater swallows you whole.
*No hesitation.
Terry whirls around just in time to see the disturbance where you'd been standing seconds ago. His blood runs cold before he even processes it fully.
He dives.
(Champion reflexes kick in; he hits the water running.) He crashes into waves without shoes or jacket slowing him down.
The saltwater stings his eyes as he plunges beneath the surface, dark waves swallowing him whole. He kicks hard stronger than any paddle he's ever done in competition.
Down below, you were flailing-disoriented from alcohol and sudden shock of cold water. You sundress billows like seaweed around you as you spins in slow motion.
Terry grabs her wrist with one hand while using the other to push upward through water resistance.
(He's always been faster.)
They break surface.
Gasping for air, Terry hauls a sputtering you toward the yacht ladder. His arms are shaking-not from exhaustion but adrenaline-and when they finally scramble onto deck... both are drenched head-to-toe.
A beat passes where neither speaks... just heavy breathing between them.
Terry's chest heaves as water drips from his hair, his shirt plastered to him. The moonlight catches the panic still etched into his face-the raw terror of almost losing her that he'll never admit out loud.
You coughs up seawater, shivering violently in your soaked dress. Your drunken giggles are long gone; now she just looks... small.
Then Terry explodes.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!"
He roars it louder than any competition announcer ever has voice cracking with fury and something else beneath.
(Fear.) (Relief.) (Anger at himself for caring this much.)
He grabs both her shoulders not roughly but firmly
and shakes once:
"You could've DIED!"
Your teeth chatter from the cold, your lips tinged blue. You opened your mouth to retort maybe with some drunk sarcasm but then sees his face.
The real fear in Terry's eyes hits you like a tsunami wave.
Not anger. Not rivalry.
Fear.
(For me?)
A strange warmth blooms in your chest despite the freezing night air. Your bravado melts away completely.
Instead of snapping back... You did something unthinkable.
You reached up.
Your small, trembling hand rises still dripping wet and lands gently against Terry's cheek. The calloused warmth of his skin contrasts with your icy fingertips.
He freezes.
The entire world narrows to this single touch. No competitions. No rivalry speeches from coaches. Just your palm resting on his face like something sacred.
A drop of seawater slides down from your wrist to his jawline.
You didn't speak.
(you never could say the right words anyway.)
So you kissed him.
It's soft at first tentative, questioning a whisper of lips pressed together under the moonlight.
The kiss tastes like saltwater and champagne like every stupid fight they've ever had, every glance stolen across finish lines, every unspoken moment that led them here.
Terry doesn't move at first. His whole body is rigid with shock brain short-circuiting.
Is this happening? Is SHE kissing ME?
But then... instinct takes over.
His hands fly up to cradle your face.
And he kisses you back harder than a wave crashing against cliffs, desperate like he's been starving for this his entire life.
Without breaking their kiss, they stood up, still kissing, and he pushed you towards the yacht's cabin door and opened it without her entering, as he was busy kissing.
He then began pushing you towards a bed, and you collided with a chair. You were pushed against the bed, and he climbed on top of you .
The soft hum of the yacht engine blends with their breathing as Terry hovers over you , his lips still locked onto you hungry, desperate, like he's been starving for this moment and just now realized it.
Rain begins to patter against the cabin windows the calm before a summer storm.
The world outside feels distant. There's only them: soaked clothes sticking to skin, saltwater mixing with the taste of wine on your tongue.
Terry breaks the kiss just enough to trail feverish kisses down your jaw your neck each one slower than before but charged with emotion neither can name yet.
His hands tremble slightly as they slide under your damp dress .
He pauses.
Looks into your eyes.
Searching again not for permission exactly but for "certainty".
That this is real.
That you wants him too.
Not as rivals anymore...
But something deeper now that finally has a name neither dared speak aloud until tonight.
The silence stretches thick with want, fragile like the storm-lit air around them.
You didn't speak. You just lifts your hands slowly, brushing wet strands of hair from Terry's forehead.
Your touch is soft unexpectedly tender for someone who always wore a mask of confidence and rivalry.
Then you pulls him down again.
Not forcefully.
Gently.
Your lips meet his once more a kiss that says I need you, You've always been mine.
Terry melts into it this time, no hesitation left. The anger from earlier the frustration at losing the race is gone now, replaced by something warm spreading through his chest like sunlight breaking through clouds.
He kisses you deeper as his fingers finally peel off your soaked dress completely.
It drops to the floor with a quiet splat against the wooden cabin floor .
In one swift motion, Terry rips his own drenched shirt off buttons straining before popping loose entirely.
He doesn't care.
The fabric hits the floor beside hers, forgotten.
His chest rises and falls fast
not from exertion,
but from nerves he's never let anyone see before tonight.
All those years of competitive glares and sharp words? Gone. In this dimly lit cabin with rain tapping against the glass... he's just a man looking at a woman like she hung the stars.
He leans back down over your bare skin now pressing against yours and shivers slightly as their warmth meets through damp clothes still clinging to their legs.
The kiss deepens again hungrier this time but slower too, savoring each breath they share like it's sacred.
Terry trails kisses down your collarbone.
Each press of his lips is careful.
Reverent.
Like he's discovering something precious that was always meant to be his... but took too long to claim.
The yacht sways gently with the quiet roll of the waves, rocking them like a lullaby. The storm hasn't fully arrived just soft thunder in the distance, distant and dreamlike.
Your hands glide up Terry's bare back warm skin under your fingertips and you feels him shiver again. He inhales sharply at your touch, as if no one has ever touched him like this: not just wanting him... but seeing him.
You lifted your head slightly and kissed his shoulder a small peck that makes his breath hitch and then another on his collarbone before pressing a long kiss to where pulse meets neck.
He tilts into it instinctively.
A low sound escapes him half groan, half sigh the first real vulnerability he's shown all night.
His hands slide down to unclasp your wet bikini slowly... deliberately... asking without words.
The clasp clicks open soft, quiet and the shorts slide down your hips, kicked off without breaking their closeness. Terry's movements are deliberate now: careful, almost reverent.
He kisses you again deeplyvas his hands trail back up along your bare thighs. Every touch is electric through the cool cabin air still carrying traces of sea spray and rain.
You arches into him slightly as his lips move to your jawline again... then lower... brushing over the curve of a shoulder before dipping down to kiss just above where fabric meets skin on what's left of her damp tank top.
She gasps.
It's such a small sound but it hits Terry like lightning.
His heart pounds harder.
This isn't conquest. This isn't victory after losing a race.
This is you. Giving yourself to him for maybe the first time in any real way that matters.
And he wants it perfect.
The air thickens charged with breathless tension as Terry slowly slips his hand beneath the waistband of yours remaining damp clothes. His touch is tentative at first, uncertain how far she'll let him go.
But when he brushes against her heat and finds her already wet aroused by the kiss, by him he swallows hard. A pulse jumps in his throat.
Without asking outright (because right now words feel too heavy), he gently presses two fingers forward...
And you gasps!
Not just a soft sound this time a full moan escaped from your lips as they part slightly on an exhale.
It echoes in the small cabin.
Terry freezes for half a second. overwhelmed not just by how good you feels under his touch... but because you liked it.
You wanted this ,Wanted him.
Then instinct takes over.
Terry curls his fingers slightly experimenting and when you arches your back with another moan, softer this time but no less intense, he feels a surge of confidence.
He kisses you again harder now as he begins to move those two fingers slowly inside you. His thumb brushes over the sensitive bundle of nerves above them in gentle circles, testing how you reacts.
And oh-she reacts .
Your hips lift instinctively toward his hand. Your breath comes faster. One arm drapes around his neck for balance while the other grips the sheets beneath them.
The storm outside grows louder the rain falling heavier but all either hears is each other's breathing... and that quiet rhythm Terry's creating between them.
Each stroke is deliberate.
Each kiss deeper than the last.
He watches every flicker across your face like it's a map guiding him exactly where to go next.
The cabin is warm now filled with the heat of their bodies and shared breath. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the world outside into soft shadows.
You moans grow bolder less restrained as Terry finds a rhythm that makes you tremble. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling slightly as pleasure spikes through her core.
He notices everything the way you toes curl against his leg... how you bite your lip to stifle another sound before failing... how you whispers something muffled against his shoulder that sounds like "yes."
It fuels him.
Encourages him.
Makes him want to give more to make this moment unforgettable for both of them.
Terry slows just slightly not stopping but deepening each movement with more pressure where it matters most, using every trick he's imagined over all those years watching you from afar during competitions and training sessions.
The kiss breaks again just for a breath and Terry rests his forehead against yours, both of them flushed and breathing heavily. The air between them is thick with emotion now, not just desire.
Terry shifts slightly, breaking the kiss just long enough to quickly unbutton his pants fumbling a little with cold fingers made clumsy by adrenaline and need. The zipper gives way, and he kicks them off without ceremony.
The bed creaks softly as he moves back over you, now fully bare beneath him except for scraps of damp fabric she's still wearing. He doesn't bother removing them all not yet he just presses close again, skin meeting skin from chest down.*
*This time when their lips meet it's different more urgent.*
And then Terry guides himself into you.
Finally, remove the remaining fabric from your skin.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Watching your face like it's the only thing that matters in this world.
The first slide is tight a gasp escapes both of them but neither pulls away. Instead... they sink deeper together.
Their bodies fit perfectly like they were always meant to move like this. Terry exhales sharply through his nose, eyes fluttering shut as he adjusts to the overwhelming sensation of being inside her for the first time.
You wraps your legs around his hips instinctively, pulling him deeper with a quiet moan that vibrates against his lips when they kiss again .
Terry starts moving slow at first: gentle rolls of his hips, testing how you takes it. Every breath is ragged now. The storm outside echoes their racing hearts but in you?
It's just heat and skin and whispered words between kisses.
"You okay?"
he murmurs against your mouth
"Tell me if I'm too much."
He cares.
Even now in passion he wants to make sure you're good.
Your lips parted, but no sound came out just shaky breaths and a dazed look in your eyes.
you were completely overwhelmed by the intimacy, by him, by how good he's fucking you so freaking good .
"am I hurting you y/n ?"
Terry saw it the way you struggled to form words and his expression softened for a second.
But he didn't stop moving.
Instead, he leaned down and kissed your cheek gently before whispering again firm but tender:
"Use your words !"
A command wrapped in care.
He wanted her. Not just the body beneath him but you yourself speaking, reacting... saying what you needed.
So when you finally gasped out a single word on an inhale
"Uh~~More..."
his heart slammed against his ribs.
The second she said it soft and breathless but so clear Terry obeyed.
He kissed you hard, deepening the kiss as his hips picked up their pace. The slow, careful rhythm gave way to something more urgent more needy because now he knew you wanted this too. Wanted him .
Each thrust became surer, bolder the bed rocking gently with them as rain drummed against the cabin windows like a private soundtrack.
Your hands slid down his back again, nails pressing lightly into skin not enough to hurt... just enough to ground yourself in the moment.
You Were drowning.
But not from falling into water again.
From how much you feel right now.
The world outside ceased to exist. No yacht. No competition. No past rivalry just this cabin, the sound of their breathing mixing with the storm's lullaby, and Terry moving inside you like he'd been waiting his whole life for this exact moment.
You finally found your voice again-not in full sentences yet, but in fragmented whispers between kisses:
"T~~Terry..."
Just his name.
Spoken like a prayer.
Like you were realizing who it was beneath your hands the person you'd hated (or so you thought), fought against... now loving with every part of herself.
You heard it.
And something cracked open inside him a dam breaking after years of suppressed feelings.
His next kiss wasn't hungry or desperate anymore...
It was devotional.
Terry's breathing turned ragged short, sharp pants escaping him with each quickening thrust. His muscles tensed, his body coiling tight as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.
He was close.
So close.
And for the first time since this began since they kissed on that yacht deck he lost control of his voice.
"Y/N..."he gasped,
"Oh god... Y/N..."
Her name spilled from his lips like a confession. Over and over again between panting breaths as if saying it would anchor him or save them both from drowning in sensation.
The rhythm became frantic but still careful the bed creaking louder now but Terry couldn't slow down even if he wanted to.
Every nerve screamed her name.
The cabin filled with the sounds of your moans, gasps, whispered names shouted like prayers.
You arched beneath Terry, your voice unrestrained now loud and raw with pleasure as she cried out:
"Terry! Oh please~~TERRY!"
Each scream matched his rhythm: wild, desperate, like this was the only thing that mattered in their lives anymore. No sponsors. No crowd. Just this
Terry's hips snapped forward with fierce urgency-every thrust deeper than the last as if his entire existence depended on giving you everything he had.
His biceps flexed; sweat glistened on his back.
He wasn't holding back.
Couldn't.
The peak was crashing over him and so was you.
Your legs squeezed tighter around him,
"I'm gonna , I'm gonna...!"
The tension snapped.
Your body tensed like a bowstring your back lifting off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.
Your scream was loud, unfiltered a cry of ecstasy that echoed in the small cabin and then you shattered , trembling under Terry as your climax tore through you.
And he felt it the way she clenched around him as if pulling him over with sheer force alone.
Terry gasped.
A broken sound.
His rhythm faltered for just a second before his own release slammed into him like lightning white-hot and overwhelming. He buried his face against your neck, biting down gently on your shoulder to muffle himself as he came hard inside you,
"Fuck... fuck... Y/N!"
The words were ragged, choked out between pants.
For once?
He wasn't thinking about rivalry or pride or anything else but this woman beneath him.
Terry collapsed beside you completely spent, chest heaving, sweat-slicked and exhausted. The adrenaline drained out of him all at once, leaving only warmth and a heavy drowsiness.
He turned his head slightly to look at you your face flushed, hair wild from their passion and you said it.
"I hate you."
The words hung in the air.
Flat.
But weirdly soft.
Not angry. Not bitter. Just... You. Like a reflex after years of rivalry but now it sounded more like an inside joke than real hatred.
Terry blinked slowly still catching his breath and then... he "laughed". A low chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest as realization hit him
how soobin and yeonjun handle their (shared) bratty!gf : txt
txt mlst
pairing — choi soobin x f!reader x choi yeonjun
warnings — sfw and nsfw portions, brat tamer!soobin and yeonjun + spoiled and bratty reader
note — this is ass <3
「 sfw. 」
⤷ soobin acts all tough but oh my god the minute you start getting an attitude about not wanting to go somewhere, like out for dinner or something, he FOLDSSSSS so bad!!!
"okay, that's fine, bunny. we can stay home."
he'll say with an exasperated sigh and yeonjun just glares at him for being so easily swayed.
soobin will dismiss yeonjun’s look of disapproval and cuddle with you on the couch and assure you that you made the right choice.
yeonjun, on the other hand, practices a far more firm approach when it comes to you. so, when soobin gives in, he will simply put his foot down.
"i just bought you a whole new outfit for tonight and now you don't wanna go? is that what you're telling me right now? you wanna be ungrateful?"
he asks, rhetorically and dry, which usually works on you.
if it doesn't, he'll scoff and grab his keys as if he's leaving without you, which results in you quickly stopping him.
frankly, soobin is more scared of how you'll react if you don't get your way, so he tries to be as agreeable as possible...especially when it comes to shopping. poor soobin’s pockets HURT when he takes you out.
"i thought you said i could get them all, soobin."
you'll pout, giving him glassy doe-eyes as you stand in front of the wall of pink lacy bras, each retailing for 60-80 dollars. and, yes, you wanting every single one on that wall.
"yes, bunny. we'll get them all, don't worry."
he assures, pulling out his wallet as your pretty smile goes wide.
when you and yeonjun are shopping and you get greedy, he'll barter with you.
"okay, sweetheart, i'll get you the shoes but you gotta lose that attitude before we get to the cartier store. got it?"
he'll say sternly, looking down at you as you sit on a velvet bench, trying on the miu miu ballet flats with a full lip between your teeth.
「 nsfw. 」
⤷ when soobin is eating you out, you'll buck your hips and squirm, despite his deliberate orders to stay still. he's all talk, though.
"bunny, what did i say, hm? gotta stay still....stay still for me. be good or else."
he'll whisper, holding your thighs down, but never firm enough to actually stop you from doing anything. if he does actually threaten you, it's quickly forgotten when you get on top of him or go face down, ass up.
"oh, so now you want to be good?"
when yeonjun is eating you out, he takes absolutely no defiance whatsoever and he's mean.
"did i say you could fucking move, sweetheart?"
he says, pushing your thighs down harshly against the mattress.
"i’m sorry, junnie..."
you whine, pretending to act innocent.
"no you're fucking not, don't lie to me."
he chuckles darkly, leaving your heat and crawling up to hover over you.
you'll giggle and say under your breath,
"....you're right, i'm not..."
but he hears you.
he'll tug your bow necklace so you're noses are touching,
"you're gonna wish you were, though."
when you're getting impatient in bed, soobin is the type to punish you with actions rather than words.
"this is taking too long, hurry up…" you huff as he kisses your neck from beneath you.
to those words in such a bratty tone, he'll quickly flip the both of you so you're now underneath him. you pant out, thinking that's where he'll stop.
you give him a sly smirk, but then soobin will click his tongue,
"you shouldn’t be so impatient, now flip over."
he'll rasp.
you hesitate, trying to defy him, but he'll take your hips and flip you over himself so your ass meets his groin. his grip is so tight, surely bruises form. you open your mouth to say something sour, but he'll swat your ass so hard, you're rendered speechless.
when you're getting impatient with yeonjun in bed, he'll match your attitude and double it.
"oh, i'm taking too long, princess?"
yeonjun asks, mockingly.
"you heard me."
you retort out through muffled whimpers from his lips on your abdomen.
yeonjun will scoff,
"yeah, i did.... sounds like a fucking brat."
"only because you're making me one."
you say with faux nonchalance, but your heart beat quickens with anticipation.
he crawls up higher and grabs you by the chin roughly,
"no, i think you got that smart mouth all on your own, sweetheart."
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