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beauleifu · 2 years

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MAKE SYNTAX THE FLIRTY MF WHO USES STUPID PIKC UO LINES THAT JUST END UO MAKING THE READER LAUGH— amd then he’s jsut mesmerized by the fact that he made them laugh that he actually ends up flustering them by just being a love struck idiot

I’m a sucker for that kind of troupe it’s so cute

-🦈

BRO YES

I LOVE THIS IDEA OML

Roughly 2.7k oneshot, EAT UP MATES, little sharky anon yes i will remember that emoji lmao

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: This damn spider. You let him in your house. He finds your weakness. You let him torture you and funny, it's with anything but pain. He's not going to let you live this down, not for a long time. Lo and behold, it's bittersweet chaos and you won't be the same for awhile.

TW: Syntax hauls your ass up lover's lane (just some flirtatious banter), oh and there's language

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Today should've been any normal day.

Should being the operative word here, because any day with a spider demon is never really 'normal'.

You're currently scrapbooking, attempting to plan out your month before the stress of future events gets to you. The idea is a foreign concept; ever since one of your friends mentioned how useful their monthly planner has been to them, you'd decided to try it out. So far, you've gotten properly distracted with doodles and not much with progress.

The soft glow outside is a warm reminder of the sun sinking slowly beyond the city buildings scattered on the west side of Megapolis, casting a pretty sheen across your desk and journal.

You look up for the third time, and by now you're hardly surprised at the scene before you.

Syntax is looking at you strangely, and frankly, it's a little auspicious.

No, like seriously weird. It's not his off-the-rocker normal attitude, no, he's on a different level today. This includes awkward side glances, excited 'lil grins, and hands that won't stop moving. They're in his hair, tapping away on the counter, or entering pointless codes into his tech-watch. A few times you'd even caught him blushing.

You know something is up, yes. Detective little you.

Currently, he's in the kitchen, stashing away the latest groceries you'd went shopping for. Perhaps throwing together a devious plan that confirms your suspicions regarding his behavior.

He says your name.

You look up, expression a perfect picture of one who'd been caught doing something naughty.

Like assuming their partner is up to something along the same lines.

"Y-Yeah? What's up?" You ask, masking the nerves by redirecting your attention to the scrapbook journal. The spider demon shuts the fridge, walking around the kitchen to stand a little ways from you.

"Would you like to make a dinner reservation for tonight?" Syntax hums, eyeing you curiously.

The way he speaks has your fingers curling tighter around the pen in your hand.

Dinner?

Sure, the notion is innocent enough, but you're playing detective right now, aren't you?

So why?

Frowning, you collect the torn shreds of a sheet of paper that you hadn't even realized you'd mutilated and toss them in the little trashcan partnering your leg. "Um. What's the occasion?"

"Occasion? Love, I simply want to enjoy a meal with you in a more professional atmosphere," Syntax offers, tilting his head.

You squint at him. "Uh-huh. What's wrong with take-out?"

Hints of your suspicion finally seep through the cracks. Syntax cocks a brow, matching your slight frown as he steps closer. His movements are small, but have a deep and prologue effect on your nerves as he plants one hand on the desk and stuffs the other in his pocket. It's those simple gestures that get you thinking he's trying to convey something to you. Fighting control over your heart, you look up and lock eyes with the spider demon.

"Take-out? Really, darling," Syntax says, sighing. Warm breath fans your face and suddenly, your cheeks grow hot. "A little bit more of that and you'll have to visit a dietitian for a healthier diet recommendation. What I want is a little variety."

Ah, well, do you feel stupid now. The walls are laughing at the way you'd jumped to a miserable conclusion and won't give the kick your thoughts need to function.

Detective? Nah.

Sherlock is rolling in his grave at your antics.

Tugging at the strings of embarrassment tying in knots around your heart, you clear your throat. "Uh. Yeah, okay. Sounds good."

Syntax blinks. "Really. That fast?"

"You'd just be an asshole if I refused," you deadpan.

The spider demon chuckles, leaning back. "Well, consider me relieved. And, ah . . . should I hope to see a bit more of this submissive behavior further on?" He ads mischievously.

You stare.

SUSPICIOUS.

"No!" You cry, swatting his shoulder and standing up so fast you almost knock the journal from the desk. "Where did that come from??"

"Why? Does it get you riled up?"

"Fuck you, that's why!"

Syntax is grinning like an idiot as you drag him outside. No. He has not won this. You'll fight till you die.

Detective (Y/N) is coming for revenge, yessir.

***

"Noooo, please stop talking!" You gasp, thumping your forehead on the table separating you and your lover. "This isn't fair. You can be an asshole but you can't be a bully!"

Syntax chuckles in disbelief. "I'm not a bully! I was simply giving sage advice on your conversational tactics."

Oh, he'd better be joking.

"Telling me I act like a child trying to socialize with millennials isn't my idea of sage advice!"

A hand finds your arm and gently brushes the sleeve back. Fingers dance along your bare skin, and you fight a shiver crawling up your spine as Syntax hums. "Well, if not that, then you've got a dastardly reputation for gossip going haywire. Replying to news about the loss of a family pet with, 'oh, yeah, that's nice,' doesn't exactly qualify as good conversation material."

Your defense flares up like a trapped animal, but you manage a sarcastic laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "It's not my fault. Sometimes I don't understand but I hate having to ask people to repeat themselves! I would've said something better had I known."

Syntax props his chin on folded hands, amused. "Like what?"

"I dunno, 'I'm sorry for your loss' . . . 'you wanna new pet because you should totally take advantage of the way I use my money right now'," you joke.

Your partner notices the eye roll and snorts; "Mind you, I am not the reason you've been spending money unwisely."

"Are too. I'm a sucker for spoiling assholes."

He smirks at that, seemingly content to just study your features. His eyes follow your jawline, down to the shirt you'd decided to wear today, full of soft curiosity. As though going through all the possible interactions he could have, all the ones he'd want to have. And then, he picks one.

"Well… I think it's adorable."

You glance up, having been staring at the table for a full minute. Syntax smiles lazily as you frown. "Uh-huh. Liar."

Adorable your ass.

The spider demon's expression is alight with excitement. This is what's been nagging at him all day. This is the result of his hair-pulling, blushing mess of a self back home.

"Love, I promise honesty is my best virtue . . . for the time being," he ads, catching your expression. Then, he clears his throat and tries again, his anxiety revealed only by the way he hides his hands. Everything else is soft smiles and smug eyes. "I would never lie to you. It would put a frown to your lovely features, and I'm afraid I can't allow that."

You quirk an eyebrow, heart skipping a beat. Just to spite him, you frown deeply. "Like you're doing a good job of that."

"Hmm. Then tell me, what's your love language?"

"W-What?"

You lean back in your seat, looking around wildly in case anyone heard your idiot. Truth be told, the restaurant he'd taken you to is so full of customers you can hardly hear the family at the table behind yours. So Syntax is playing it smart. His little scheme must not be heard by anyone's ears but yours, and where better to host it than at the busiest restaurant in the city?

Slowly, you feel your cheeks heat up. Fuck him. Royally fuck him.

"I-I don't have a love language," you stutter, looking away and fighting a smile.

Syntax's grin is shark-toothed. "Well, if you're curious to find out your love language, we can have a conversation about it some time."

Ah.

You promptly die.

"Noho, stop! This is so much worse than your assholeriness!"

Your flustered cry certainly brought about some attention to your predicament, given the few waiters and waitresses who glance your way. But they pass by without comment, leaving you to the mercy of your idiot, who's actively confirming what you'd suspected earlier in the day.

"I see," Syntax says thoughtfully, eyes narrowed as he considers which path to take He smirks; "Do you prefer pick-up lines, then?"

You bluster a laugh. "Wha- no. Don't you dare."

"Too late. I've been meaning to try a few that I dug up from the internet," Syntax continues, ignoring your whisper/yelled pleas, eyes flashing with excitement.

"Syntax-"

He looks you up and down. "I swear, someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes."

Oh lord.

You clap a hand over your mouth, trying to suppress the laugh clawing its way upwards. The blush, however, is something you can't hide.

"Bro-"

"You know, I'm surprised the restaurant hasn't asked you to leave yet," the scientist says, eyes sparkling. "You're so beautiful, you're making everyone else look bad."

You cover your face. "NO. That is SO CHEESY."

"Well, you hit the mark. Aren't pick-up lines supposed to be cheesy?"

"You can't do this!" You snort, face breaking into a smile.

He catches it, copies it with amplified intensity, and launches another attack. "I never knew what I wanted in a partner until I me you, love."

"Syntaaaax-"

"I was thinking, after we'd finished here, I'd take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring in your own snacks," Syntax says, voice laced with fondness and pride. His shark-toothed grin widens impeccably when you burst into a fit of laughter, hands covering your face as you burden the backrest of the chair with 75% of your weight. The spider demon's brilliant green eyes relish in all your beauty, and he's somewhat in awe at how easily he's rendered you helpless.

Honestly, his attempts to flirt with you are so cheesy that you can't help it. The groan that leaves your aching lungs after the laugh attack is paired with your arms as you lay your upper body across the table. He's not being fair, and you're obsessed with it.

Then, you make the mistake of meeting his eyes.

Syntax freezes.

"Ah- are you blushing?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and you're left looking as though you'd been caught stealing cookies. "Ah- fuck. No. No!"

"Oh my- you are!" Syntax says, astonished. Wide eyes look you up and down, and his victory only widens his smile. "This is - was I the cause of this?? I-I never thought I-"

You look around wildly; no one's caught wind of your shenanigans. "No! I was only laughing 'cause of how stupid your pick-up lines are," you bluster.

There is no way you'll recover from this anytime soon.

"Darling, if you were a taser, you'd be set to 'stun'," Syntax hums, eyes devouring the way you melt under his words.

"Nooo!"

You're breathless with laughter, eyes blurry with tears as you look up. Syntax's smile is warm and full of awe, as though he can't believe what's happening. "I'd like you see you like this more often, my love," he murmurs, taking your hand in his and tracing your skin with his thumb. Your heart stutters. "Your smile is a remarkable piece of work I wish I could download into my metaphorical database to look at it whenever I like."

Flustered, you're eyes widen. "I- uhm . . . w-won't it get dull, then?"

"I seriously doubt it."

You simply stare, trying to think of something to say to counter him.

But at that moment, footsteps pause by your table, and you're inclined to greet the passerby. Eyes slowly sliding up the stranger who'd stopped, you instantly recognize the trademark orange jacket, the red band in his black hair, and the cheery glint in their eyes. MK. The fucking Monkie Kid. Quickly, you draw your hand out from Syntax's grasp, praying to God MK didn't hear anything.

Your eyes find each other's, and suddenly, the dude you've known for months now breaks into the widest smile you've ever seen.

"No. WAY. Nice to see you here, (Y/N)!"

"Yeaaaah!" You say, standing up. One; you need to hide Syntax from MK's line of sight and two; your plates are clear and it's time to go. "You, too! What're you doing here?"

MK side steps to reveal Mei, the dragon girl who's equally chaotic, and your heart drops a few more inches.

"Oh, just trying out every single food in every restaurant."

Mei flashes a grin. "So far the sushi's best."

"Yeah, glad that was a mutual agreement," MK laughs, running a hand through his hair. Then, his eyes dart behind you, and you realize Syntax had stood up to confront his foes. Not yours, mind you. His.

The dragon girl's eyes slide up, too. "Oh. OH. (Y/N)! Spider demon at six o'clock," she whisper/yells.

"Wha-" You glance over your shoulder to find Syntax giving the fucking evil eye to both your friends. He probably considers the dinner date absolutely wrecked just because the two goofball's existences have been made known. The tension between the three of them is so apparent you can feel it crackling. "Oh. Oh, yeah, um, this is Syntax. You remember, right? I introduced you guys to each other."

Syntax turns his nose upwards. "To my utmost displeasure."

Mei sticks his tongue out at him while MK simply shrivels, taking a step behind the dragon girl. "R-Riiiight. Nice to meet you again, um, mister spider - eurgh - scientist."

While MK mentally hurls, Mei studies the two of you.

At the way Syntax's hand snakes around your waist. You're too late to swat him off, because Mei suddenly blinks, eyes filling with understanding and mischief. A smile spreads slowly across her face. "Wait, are we interrupting something?"

"Huh?" MK ponders, eyes wide.

Mei grabs his arm, shaking it lightly as she beams at him. "Dude, we just interrupted (Y/N)'s date."

A pause.

All four of you stare at each other in turn, until MK breaks it.

"IS THAT WHAT THIS IS-" He points at you, eyes practically stars as he bounces on the spot.

Your hands shoot up to shush him, panic sending a thrill through you. "No! This isn't what it looks like, we're just having dinner - wait that sounds even WORSE-"

By now you've attracted a fair amount of attention from onlookers. Your face flushes deeply and you briefly wish the ground would open up underneath you. But MK and Mei are smirking knowingly, shooting each other eyebrow wiggles that make you literally push them aside to walk past.

Someone catches your arm.

"(Y/N), I hardly think you're being fair to your friends," Syntax hums, eyes flashing with amusement as he tugs you back against him.

You let out a squeak of alarm. "wHA-"

"Are you afraid to admit you've been embarking on a romantic rendezvous with me?" The spider demon says, eyes flashing with an unspoken challenge. But they're warm, so incredibly warm and simply admiring your features.

Mei and MK let out a simultaneous, "OOoooooh!"

Fuck this.

You're taking this elsewhere or you'll stop it right in its dastardly tracks. Customers have been staring for the past two minutes. With an embarrassed huff, you tug at Syntax's sleeve.

"C'mon. Bye, MK, Mei. I'll . . . I'll see you guys later," you grit out, ducking out of view as you pass them.

Mei winks. "Have fun!"

"With a spider demon?" MK whispers; "Bet."

"You're on."

You roll your eyes, glaring at a spot on the floor as you practically drag your idiot out of the restaurant and into the open. Fresh air bathes your face, clearing your thoughts and the congested ocean of emotions they'd been suffocating in. For a moment you stand there, ignoring the people walking by, and simply breathing.

Dinner date gone wrong. Or did it? Sure, it was embarrassing, but it was fun and your heart swells.

Someone taps your shoulder. You know who it is before you turn.

"My hand is feeling a bit heavy," Syntax says softly, eyes locked on your face. He cracks a small smile that says everything. "Care to hold it for me?"

You blush. "You don't have to ask, y'know."

"Well, then." Fingers lace through yours, squeezing gently. Megapolis seems less cold with Syntax around. "I'll remember that."

"You'd better."

#can't forget reader is a potty mouth #guys it didnt spell check me for assholeriness #ITS A WORD #lmk #lego monkie kid #oneshot #lmk oneshot #lmk syntax #syntax x reader #fluff #comedy #romantic #syntax is a terrible flirt #thats YOUR opinion #/j #lmk mk #lmk mei #lmk qi xiaotian #thanks for the ask!

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heroofshield · 5 months

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Whumpcember Day 8- Isolation (Mass Effect 3, Shepard & Vega)

@whumpcember

Takes place between ME2 & ME3

Rose Shepard sat by the window that her room had and stared out it. Normally she didn't mind being indoors but she hadn't been outside since she was transported to Alliance headquarters in Vancouver.

"Three months and twenty-nine days ago." she thought sullenly, letting her head drop onto the small table with an audible thud.

"I've been in space longer than this, why is being here so much harder?" she said out loud, her voice muffled by the cheap wood.

A glance at the clock on the wall (because she was not allowed to have an omni-tool that connected to the extranet) told her that it was only one in the afternoon and she didn't have any meetings with Alliance brass scheduled today.

Or at least she didn't think so because normally James Vega told her the day's agenda when he brought in her breakfast, and he hadn't said a peep about anything this morning.

Feeling the urge to move, but knowing they wouldn't let her in the gym while everyone else had the opportunity to use it, Rose decided to do a modified exercise routine. Standing, she changed into the workout gear she'd been supplied with when she first arrived, and after clearing a big enough space started to do some stretching.

As she leaned towards her right leg, Rose realized she didn't know much about James Vega. Since she couldn't access the Alliance database, where he'd been and what he'd been doing before being placed on her guard duty was a mystery.

"And he's not very forth coming about it either." She thought while finishing up the leg stretches and moved to start push-ups.

"But he still calls me 'Commander' so at least he isn't holding what I did to the Batarian relay against me. And when we were first introduced, he looked like he was meeting a celebrity so he at least knows about Elysium."

Finishing up with with her third set of push-ups, she lay on the floor for a minute to rest before rolling onto her back and starting torso twists. It was different without any weights, but Rose figured out how to modify it.

"From what I've seen, he's been in the Alliance for awhile. So why would someone like him get assigned to simple guard duty?"

Rose felt the sweat she was building up start to make her shirt stick and was even feeling a bit better so she finished up the last set of torso twists and stood, stretching as she did. Cooling down with some yoga moves, Rose made the decision to ask James about his previous service when he showed up the next morning to wake her up.

Only he didn't.

Suddenly he was gone and his replacement, one of her original guards had no idea where or even why.

The routine of casual conversation was suddenly gone and Rose was thrown for a loop, the one thing that had kept her connected to the outside severed. After four days had passed with Vega still gone, Rose realized how much she'd come to rely on that to keep her somewhat sane.

James Vega walked into the Alliance Complex feeling the weight of what he'd done a Fhel Prime than when it'd first happened. Some of the Admirals had needed another inquiry as to what had gone on so for the past week he'd been in London, rehashing it six ways to Sunday. That plus the medal ceremony for his "brave actions" after the second inquiry had only made the nightmares worse.

But now he was back in Vancouver, with the salt in the air and the sea breeze ruffling through his hair, so hopefully he could get at least one full night of sleep.

The next day he arrived to deliver the Commander's breakfast and when he opened the door, was surprised to see the room still dark. He'd known the Commander as an early riser, more out of habit after nearly twenty years in the Alliance than anything, so the fact that the curtains were still drawn to block out the sun was...odd.

"Commander, you awake?" he asked in as soft of a voice as he could manage while setting the tray on the table by the window and opened the curtains, letting the sun light spill in.

Rose groaned at the sudden change in light and buried her face in her pillow, "Go away."

"And miss you seeing this thrilling breakfast of," James paused, raising the cloche that covered the plate. "oatmeal, toast, bacon, and protein powder. Gotta love the biotic-friendly diet huh."

"That can fuck off." Rose said into her pillow. But then she felt guilty for snapping at James when her being restricted to her room wasn't his fault. Sighing, she sat up and ran a hand through her hair-grimacing slightly at how oily it had gotten. "Sorry, I'll be sure to enjoy it. Thanks."

James raised an eyebrow at the disheveled appearance, a stark contrast to the semi-put together Commander he'd gotten to know. "I'll leave you to it then Commander."

"You know you're not supposed to call me that any more."

James shrugged, "I won't tell if you don't."

Rose felt a ghost of a smile start to appear on her lips, realizing with a surprise that she had no idea when the last time that had happened.

Stepping out of the room, James frowned-not liking what he had seen in Shepard's quarters. "Hey Keith, what's up with the Co-Shepard? She seems...different."

Keith straightened up in the chair he was sitting in and shrugged, "She's been like that the last week and a half. Probably because of the new restrictions."

"What new restrictions?"

"You didn't get the email? Shepard can't leave her quarters whenever she wants, it has to go through the Admirals if it's not Medical or Inquiry related."

James let out a curse underneath his breath. "That'd do it." he thought while thanking Keith and making his way to back to the cafeteria to grab his own breakfast. As he ate, his own mind was coming up with a proposal.

"Where are we going?" Rose asked while looking at James from across the room.

"Just trust me. Put on the civvies and then I'll tell you more."

Rose gave James a look but did as she was told, ducking into the bathroom to throw on the Blast-O tshirt and jeans. Walking out, she saw that he had a baseball cap in his hands and caught it when he tossed it to her.

"Follow me." James said, turning towards the door and walking out, casting a glance behind him to see Rose hesitantly follow.

As she stepped out of the room, she paused just on the other side, raising an eyebrow at the four other guards that had appeared. "What's going on?" she asked, looking at James when one of them approached her with biotic damping cuffs and attached them to her wrists.

"Sorry about those, Anderson made them a requirement." James apologized. "And we can only spare an hour so I hope that's enough."

Rose followed James silently as they moved down the hallway, towards a side entrance. Heart catching as James paused and so did she and her entourage, she didn't want to get her hopes up.

"Make sure the hat's on good. Anderson doesn't want to deal with press asking why you were let out."

Nodding her head, Rose slipped on the baseball hat and adjusted it so that it wouldn't fall off if the wind picked up. Holding her breath, she cautiously stepped over the doorway and onto the concrete. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, she felt a thrill in her chest as they walked away from the door and into the green space.

Growing up on spaceships and stations, Rose had always enjoyed it the most when she got to go planet-side and just experience weather. Closing her eyes once they reached the middle of the grassy area, she closed her eyes and tipped her face up towards the sun-soaking the warmth in and just reveling in the fact that she was outside for the first time in months.

"Sure it's with an armed escort, but I can just ignore them." she thought, opening her eyes again and turning in a slow circle to take it all in.

"Thanks, Vega." Rose said in a voice barely loud enough to be heard over the usual city noise. "This has...helped a lot."

"Glad to help Commander."

#whumpcember2023 #mass effect #commander shepard #james vega #rose shepard #my writing

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kassiekole22 · 11 months

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Daddy's Girl

Picture lightly edited by me.

Description: Hannah and her father spend some quality time by doing their usual morning routine... Warnings: Fluff, Angst, More Fluff, More Angst. Word Count: 1k A/N: So, I'm back. Well — kind of. I've been spending a lot of time trying to keep myself busy — mainly with writing — and I have been getting better with the whole grieving process. However, I'm not completely out of the woods yet. It's going to take me awhile to get back into a normal routine on here and it will also take me awhile to get back to any messages, comments and tags on art or fics. But just know that I will get back to every one of you eventually. Anyway — since I've been writing so much lately — there are going to be a lot more fics coming soon. And that includes the Ghostface!Josh X Fem!Reader fic that I mentioned earlier on. But I wanted to get this one out today since it's father's day and I thought it would be perfect to post it today. I hope you guys enjoy it. 🖤 Until Dawn MasterList: 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @house-of-kolchek, @kawaiiwitch224, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @fortune-fool02, @raven-the-cryptid, @chaosandbubbles and @obsessedwithtoomanythings. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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Hannah sat patiently between her father's legs, humming her new favorite song as he did her hair. This was a daily routine for the two; every morning, her father would wake her up, make her breakfast and then do her hair before taking her to school. Her father always did the best job for his little princess and it made the other girls in the school envious. But Hannah didn't care — she was just happy to spend time with her dad, no matter what they were doing.

"All done!" His deep voice sang as he placed the brush and comb down on the vanity table he had built for her.

Hannah jumped off the chair and looked in her mirror. She admired the perfectly done pigtails and the few shorter strands of hair framing her face; it looked like it had been done by a professional — a professional with years of training. The corners of her lips curved up to form a big smile of appreciation and happiness.

"Thank you, daddy!" She squeaked out excitedly. "It's perfect!"

Her father just smiled warmly at her before gathering the brush and comb and placing it back in its drawer. But when he turned back around, Hannah was staring up at him with a puzzled expression upon her face.

"What's the matter, dear?" He asked as he kneeled before his daughter, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder as he did so.

"Daddy, why are you so good at doing hair?"

His question seemed to bring some sense of sadness to his eyes, which only puzzled Hannah more. He thought for a moment, mulling over a million words he could say to explain this to his little girl, before letting out a seemingly stressed sigh.

"W–Why do you ask?" He resorted to avoiding the question, figuring he didn't have the strength to tell her why.

"Because Jimmy said that his father said that it's not normal for men to do hair so well."

He furrowed his brows at his daughter's explanation and for a split second, Hannah thought that he was mad at her. But then his features softened due to the worried look in her eyes.

"Well — Jimmy's dad is a prick."

He realized what he had said as soon as he heard his little girl gasp, and his eyes widened with fear. It had been a struggle, trying not to swear in front of his little princess and corrupt her little mind — and he had been doing well. Luckily — the other times he hadn't been speaking directly to her, and she missed it completely. But this time, she had caught it right away, which instantly made the father of eight years cringe at his stupidity and lack of a filter.

"Oh, no! D–D–Don't repeat that, please!" He stammered frantically, worrying that his little angel wouldn't understand and parrot his words the first chance she got.

He became quickly panicked by his mistake but instantly relaxed when Hannah responded with a cute chuckle and a sweet reassurance, "Don't worry, daddy — I won't."

"Ok, good." He let out a sigh of relief. "Now, I suppose I should tell you why I'm so good at this… But it's going to be hard for me..."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to gain all the physical, mental and emotional strength he could muster; but then he felt a little, gentle hand land carefully on his big one.

"It's ok, daddy. I'm here for you."

His little girl's words brought tears to his eyes, though he fought them back before opening them again. He heaved a deep sigh and looked his daughter right in her eyes.

"Back when I was a kid and even all growing up, I used to do your aunts' hair all the time." He admitted as a somber tone filled his voice.

"You mean the one I was named after?" Hannah asked and he nodded as the corners of his lips turned up into a sad smile.

"And her sister, Beth." He sighed again as he hung his head, closing his eyes again to fight back the tears — to push away the pain of a wound that had never fully healed. "I wish you could have met them."

"Me too." Hannah whispered before wrapping her small arms around her father's neck, squeezing him as tightly as she could.

Josh returned the embrace and held his daughter tightly. It was then that he promised — like he had many times before — that he would do anything and everything to keep her safe, no matter what cost. He stayed locked in the sweet moment, holding her for a few more minutes until he glanced down at his watch and noticed the time.

"Oh! It's almost time to go to school!" He announced excitedly, pulling away from his daughter and wiping his tears away as he turned around to grab her backpack. He knew that his daughter was well aware of his sorrows, but he wanted to stay strong for her — he needed to.

He knew that his daughter also hurt from the fact that she could never meet her aunts, and that hurt his heart greatly. So he made sure that he always shared his memories of them with her, so she could feel as if she knew them as much as he did. He had always pictured Hannah and Beth being there when he had his first born, and being there as she grew into a woman — but fate had other plans, as sad as it may be. And though they were not there physically, Josh knew that his sisters were there in spirit, acting as guardian angels and looking out for him and his little girl — after all, that's what siblings are for; to protect each other.

"Why don't you go show mommy your hair?" He suggested, turning back around with a kind smile on his face as he began helping little Hannah put on her backpack.

Hannah's eyes lit up with excitement and her smile grew wide. He watched as she ran down the stairs, eager to show off her new look. And in that moment, he didn't just feel love for his little girl — he felt pride.

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poostain123 · 1 year

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You Are Perfect

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It was a beautiful day New York city, you felt like shit though. You had just had a tasty brunch with your mother, who you had not spoke to in awhile. You were now walking alone, back to your apartment, which you shared with your boyfriend, feeling as self-conscious about your body as you felt in high school. The main reason you hadn't spoke to your mother in awhile was because she always feels the need to make comments about your body, negative comments to be precise. Today, she decided to let you know that you have gained weight since high school, that's right high school, you were now 26. Was she really expecting you to stay the same weight 8 years later? I guess so. They say walks are good for your mental health, but the walk from the place you ate brunch to your apartment was causing you to overthink. She could really make you feel like an elephant, couldn't she? Eventually, you had returned back to your apartment, you kinda hoped Adam wasn't home, you wanted to be alone and drown yourself in self pity. You unlocked the door and heard Adam's voice talking to who you assumed was his good friend Mike. You sighed, realizing you would have to fake a smile, you did not want to annoy Adam with your insignificant problems. As you entered you you saw Adam and Mike in the kitchen talking, laughing, Mike looked as though he was about to leave as his shoes were on. "Hey babe how was brunch with your Mom?" Adam walked up to you smiling, pulling you into a bear hug. "It went fine.." you lied, hugging him back. "Was sup Y/n, I was just about to leave" Mike smiled at you, you and him were close, you had know each other since you've know Adam, which was since middle school. "Hey Mike, I've been good, how about yourself?" you smiled back. "life has been pretty good to me" he sighed " Oh I forgot I told Horowitz I would meet him at the park for basketball, don't wanna be late, that would piss him off" he added. "Well, see ya" you said as he walked to the door. "Bye guys!" Mike said, turning around to wave before closing the door behind him. You turned to Adam with a forced smile “So what did you guys do?” You asked, genuinely curious. “We just chilled, watched some MTV, not much.” He said nonchalantly, you nodded at his answer. “Anyways hows your mom" he asked curiously. "Shes doing good'' you answered with a smile. Yeah, purposely making her daughter feel uncomfortable in her own skin put her in a pretty terrific mood for some reason. "Are you okay? you seem worked up." His tone was laced with sincerity as he put his hands on kitchen island that you were standing across from. ''yeah, I'm fine?" you lied. Oh god were you really that bad at faking it. If only you were as good as faking your emotions as you were at faking orgasms with any of your college boyfriends. "If you say so" Adam shrugged, not convinced. "So what do you wanna do, its only 1:15, we have all day" he added, emphasizing the "all" in "all day". You really didn't have the mind-set to go anywhere other that the couch or bed, "honestly I just want to lay on the couch and watch movies with you all day...hows that sound to you?" you asked, giving him a look he couldn't say no to. ''That sounds delightful" he said smiling at you. You guys made your way to the couch, Adam turning on the TV, you grabbing the remote control. "So, what should we watch, we got Ground Hog Day, Tommy Boy, and Ms. Doubtfire all recorded" you suggested, looking from television back to Adam. "Hear me out, we watch all of these today, make it a proper movie marathon" Adam looked at you with a goofy grin. "you already know the answer babe" You replied with an equally as goofy grin. Adam laid on his back and invited you to lay down on his chest, which you of course did in a heartbeat. You sighed on his chest facing the TV as Tommy Boy started, you were content until you mind started reeling over what your mother had said earlier, just when you thought you were over it, it started to bug you again.

You and Adam had just finished watching Ms. Doubtfire, what a great movie? "Robin Williams is the best" Adam sighed. " I 100% agree" you said smiling. "I am starving, what do you want for dinner" Adam asked, placing a hand on his stomach to illustrate how hungry he was. You realized how hungry you were, but you as you were watching the movies you started to think your mom was right, you should lose some weight. You should skip on dinner you thought. "I am not hungry, you can go make something for yourself though" you said, not looking Adam in the eyes. You could feel him giving you a puzzled look. "Are you sure? You haven't eaten anything since brunch. Do you feel okay?" He said in a worrisome tone. It was kinda sweet, the way he worried about you much, you thought to yourself. "uh...yeah... I am just not hungry" you said in a voice you felt was pretty convincing. "Well, what if I made my famous pesto pasta?'' Adam said with a wiggle in his eye brows and a smirk placed on his lips. "No, I am really okay, but thanks" you said. Oh boy that was difficult, you thought, his pesto was the best, like if you were on death-row, it would be your last meal, that's for sure. "damn woman, you must of had a big ass brunch." Adam chuckled, getting up from the couch, heading to the kitchen to make himself dinner. You felt a wave of relief wash over you when he headed to the kitchen, dropping the subject.

Adam had been making himself dinner for about 20 minutes now, and holly hell did it smell incredible, you were starving at this point, and smells of savory pesto coming from the kitchen was not helping. You had been watching him from the couch while self-loathing. Adam had just finished fixing his plate, and was now walking back over to the couch with a innocent slime plastered across his face. "There is more over there if you get hungry" he said kindly. "Thanks" you replied with a tight liped smile. "My Girl? we still have yet to watch that movie today" Adam suggested, enjoying his pesto. "Sure" you sighed. You grabbed the remote and got it started.

That movie always managed to make you cry, you thought to yourself as you wiped away stray tears from you cheeks. Adam looked at you smiling with, of course, tear stained cheeks, you looked back and you both chuckled at the movie that made you both ball like babies. "Every time" he said shaking his head, still chuckling. You smiled in return. Just then, you felt your stomach growl at you for not giving it food. Luckily, Adam didn't seem notice as he was busy stretching his arms behind his head and topping it of with a big yawn. "I'm beat, ready for bed?" he asked, looking rather sleepy. "yep'' you said nodding, although you weren't sure how you were gonna fall asleep on this empty stomach.

Adam was in bed, reading a book, in his boxers, while you were in the bathroom washing your face. Once you were done in the bathroom, you walked to your dresser to grab some pajamas. Normally, you would just change in front of Adam, but with your Mothers comments from earlier, you thought it was best to change in he bathroom. As you changed in the bathroom you studied your reflection. You studied your flaw filled naked body, your not so flat stomach, your not so big breast, and your not so smooth ass. You sighed, just then you realized that you were crying. You quickly collected yourself and put your pajamas, before you opened the door you took one big breath to calm your self. You dragged your feet to bed and crawled under the cover. Adam closed his book and turned off his lamp on his bed side table and said "night, love you". You didn't reply, as you didn't hear him because your brain was spiraling, Jesus you were hungry. Adam playfully kicked your legs as loudly whispered "you have to say it back". You were brought out of your thoughts by his words "oh...night, love you" you said in a dazed voice. You heard Adam move around then you saw that he had turned back on his lamp. " Okay whats up with you today? First you are weird after brunch with your mom, then you don't eat dinner, and don't think I didn't notice you changing into you pajamas in the bathroom when you always change right there, in front of me" Adam exclaimed, pointing to the spot that you normally change. You debated on just making something up, saying you are on you period of something, but decided against it. You sat up, sighing, you couldn't hold it in anymore. "So... my Mom, at brunch, made some negative comments about my body. She did in high school and it really fucked with my head, and when she said what she said today, all thoughts thoughts came back like they had never left. I thought it would be best to skip on dinner, because... well you get it, and I didn't feel comfortable to change in front of you tonight for obvious reasons." you sighed, you realized you had rambled a bit towards the end of your confession. Adam took a moment to process, but when he had digested information, he pulled to into his chest. "Thanks for telling me, I am so, so, sorry for whatever your Mom said to you. I want you to know you are the most beautiful women inside and out, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart." Adam said in a loving tone, pulling your chin towards his face, whipping your tears away, then placing a soft kiss on your lips. "How about some pesto?" said Adam with a silly smile. "Yes please" you replied, feeling the best you have felt all day.

-the end

#90s #adam yauch #beastieboys #x reader #fanfiction

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envy-of-the-apple · 3 months

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Missed Chance

Dark! Gojo Satoru x reader

(Warnings: implied kidnapping, implied imprisonment, manipulation, dubious consent/noncon/rape, mc's going through it, afab!reader)

WC: 3.8k

Despite his laid-back demeanor, Satoru was extremely diligent.

He hardly forgets anything, every little thing in his life adheres to schedule. It took you a while to get used to how strict he was. It took even longer to adapt.

You supposed there was an upside to this, at least it made the day predictable.

The obvious downside was there was no way for you to break the norm. His schedule was too tight, his security was too rigid. There was no way for him to ever not know what you were doing. You’d never have the chance to seek out fresh air, feel actual sunlight on your skin, not just by sitting on that caged balcony.

But today he’d left the door unlocked.

You could see the bolt. Unlatched. Open. He hadn’t clicked it shut the second he got home, entered a code only he knew on the security pad. You don’t even think he noticed. Did he forget? Was it all some fluke accident?

“Dinner’s great, by the way.”

Your gaze shifts to Satoru. The two of you were currently sitting at the dining table, eating something warm and delicious. The recipe was old. Something your mother often made.

How was she, these days?

“I’m glad you like it,” You say, “I haven’t made it in awhile. I wasn’t sure if it would turn out well.”

“No, it’s delicious.” Satoru grinned. “You should make it more often.”

You should focus on the conversation, give all your attention to Satoru just as he wants, but the unlocked door is so distracting. He couldn’t have not known, right? Satoru was always diligent, he never did anything carelessly. This was obviously some sort of test. He was trying to gauge your reaction. Don't fall for it.

But there’s a tiny chance, too cautious to be hopeful. There’s a thudding in your heart. Apprehension. Excitement.

“Is something wrong?”

His words are light, you can’t sense any malice, but his voice still gives you chills. Had he seen you glancing at the door? Were you smiling? Did you look too happy? Too excited?

“It’s nothing,” You finally manage to cough out, “how was your day?”

Satoru hums, “Good, a little exhausting. The students have been running me ragged all day. They're getting stronger and stronger by the minute. It's a little scary, now.”

He’s rambling. That’s good. It meant he was relaxed. Eased enough to talk to you about trivial stupid stuff. That meant Satoru didn't know.

Or maybe he did and this was all his way of lulling you into a fake sense of security. Was he baiting you? Acting all careless and docile just so he can pounce the second you make a mistake?

He glances at your bowl. "You done?" You realize how empty your dish is. You hadn't remembered taking a single bite. "Yeah, you?" "Licked clean." Satoru lazily grins and you manage a smile. "Here, I can take 'em." He carefully reaches over to grab the dirty dishes, ambling towards the kitchen. You listen to the sounds of water running, a clatter of plates and utensils. He's not watching right now, you think as your eyes slide open to the unlatched door. It was like it was taunting you. How quiet would you have to be? Would your chair make a noise if you stood up? Would the floorboards betray you?

And then, you think of how difficult things got the last time you got out. The first time. The chains were brought back, the endless lectures and sensory deprivation. Why would you want a chance for it to go back like that? You barely flinch when a hand drifts to your shoulders. Warm lips meet your neck. "Come to bed," Satoru mumbles into your skin. His voice is soft and dull. It's not a request. You hum, standing up to follow him. The chair scrapes against the wood. Every so often, a floorboard below would squeak. Perhaps it was a bit naïve to think you'd be left alone tonight. He'd been so docile, up until that pointing, greeting you with a chaste kiss and nothing more. Still, you don't expect the hands under your shirt, the bite on your neck. You don't hesitate. It's just a pause. An error. "...I thought you said you were exhausted," You remind him but you don't fight when he backs you up against the bed. Satoru hums into your neck. He sucks in your breath, inhaling your scent. "Changed my mind."

You don't say anything to that, maneuvering yourself into a position he wants. You lay back, allowing him to pin you against the soft mattress. He's not suffocating you, not like the first time when you were crying and scratching. The first time, when you realized this man wasn't entirely human, when he used to laugh at your pathetic attempts of escape. Soon, you realize that he retaliates only to what he's given. Play nice with Gojo Satoru, and he plays nice too.

He's nice. Not kind. There's still a possessive edge to his touch when he grasps your thighs, pulling down your shorts to reveal cotton panties. He barely gets them off of you. You suppose you should be a little grateful. He ripped them apart the first few times.

He gets a hiss from you then when his mouth finds the sensitive side of your neck, right where the skin meets the clavicle. Sharp teeth dig into your skin. In response you reach over, tugging his hair. It's the only retaliation you can ever really give him. Now, you know when to pick your battles.

"Gentle." It's not a request, too soft. It's a barely comprehensible plea. He licks the wound in an apology. His next bite is softer, but just as marking.

Satoru forgets that sometimes. How fragile you are. Every so often, you'd have to remind him if your sobs already haven't. Even now, when his hands are already starting to tighten around your wrists again.

Or maybe you're being too optimistic. Satoru doesn't forget. It's more like he loses control every so often, enough control that he crushes you. You don't know which explanation is more terrifying so you ignore it. His teeth make an excellent distraction, nibbling at your skin once again. Nicer. Nicer, not kinder.

Sometime later you're able to slip off his glasses, folding them and placing them on the night table. You're fully naked now. Satoru's barely unbuttoned his shirt. You gasp when he kisses your breasts, squeezing and groping them.

"Don't think I'm ever gonna get enough of you, baby," he groans.

You smile tersely. That's what you were afraid of.

He trails his mouth down eventually. He's in no hurry, both of you know you have the entire night. Your cunt is already dripping, practically ready for him, but he's known to drag things out-- make things more fun. Lithe fingers prod at your clit, hushing you when you give a sharp moan.

Things always end the same. Nothing you experience here-in this bed filled with expensively soft satin- will ever be new. You're used to it, adapted. A part of you even enjoys the sensual touches, because fuck— Satoru's ridiculously good at what he does. Breaking you down, only to lift you back up to see him again.

You reach down just when his mouth meets your pussy. He savors you, his tongue moving painfully slowly at your folds, catching at your clit before starting over. You sigh, your body stiffening as you card fingers through his soft hair. It's always so malleable. You've seen the products he has in his shower, each more expensive than the last.

When Satoru passes over your clit for the third time, barely touching, you know he wants you to beg for it. He's needy like that.

“Satoru,” you plead anyway, your voice weak and pliant and his, “I want it.”

“What?” he pulls away, peering up at you, “What do you want, pretty girl?”

You don't hesitate. The you, a century ago, would have hated that. The you, a century ago, would have despised the pathetic bitch currently writhing underneath him. The you, a century ago, would have tried.

But that was you a century ago. You're older now, maybe a little wiser too.

“You,” you beg, “I want-want you to make me cum.”

It's all he needs to stop playing coy. He ducks back, grinding his tongue on your clit, before sinking to slurp at your leaking hole. He's messy with it, might even be louder than you, with the way he moans into your pussy. Sometimes, you wonder if this is more for him than for you. If he always wanted a place to worship, be beneath than.

Soon, your mind shuts off as his tongue meets the tangle of nerves again. You're moaning, letting yourself arch your back, feeling the pleasure flood your body. It's easy to forget where you are, who you're with. Satoru's like a drug in these moments, easily washing away your anxiety and hatred, just to replace it all with him.

When you tug at his hair, his voice of approval rumbles through you and it's almost enough to push you off that edge. He keeps you there, right at the cliff, letting your voice get more and more delirious and ruined.

"Come on, gorgeous," he says, voice muffled and damp, "almost there for me."

It's a slow build-up, heavy, unburdened, but it's just as powerful. You hit your peak just as he lavishes your clit with his tongue. He holds you down by your thighs, letting you grind against his face as you whine out his name in a broken sobs. He finally releases you when the first pangs of overstimulation make you jolt, when your tugging gets a lot more insistent. Even then, you'd be a fool to assume he left you because you were asking him to.

He's so pretty like this, you think dazed. Hovering over you, his soft hair like a halo, lips pink and wet with the essence of you. It'd be foolish to compare him to an angel. He's more like God.

"Fuck," he breathes, "look at you."

When Satoru bends down, the kiss is sweet. Gentle. Loving. You let yourself enjoy it. His love is suffocating, but sometimes it's just enough.

He sits up, letting you up too. His favorite position is you in his lap. You think it has to do with his desire to be controlled, to rescind his power, for someone else to do the work for once. Just a little. When you're on top of him, he's giving some of it away.

He sits with you, back up and straight, face close to your chest. He's not willing to give away all the control.

Every part of him is beautiful, his cock is no exception. Flushed and already leaking at the tip. Your hands are cold. When you go to touch, he hisses.

It's nice to have reminders that he's still human.

"Sorry," you say. He swallows your hand with his own, keeping it there. Satoru's always been so enthralled by suffering. Whether it's yours or his.

Your pussy is dripping again, creating a stain on his jeans. Your hands reach out to grasp his shoulders, steadying yourself. His shirt feels expensive to the touch, you wonder if he'll get upset if you rip it. Maybe he'd laugh. He always said he liked it when you were unpredictable. You always thought it was so unfair whenever he was clothed and you weren't.

He leads you down, hands on either side of your hip. You lean back as you feel the stretch, deeper and deeper. Like instinct, your pussy tightens like a vice. He sucks air through his teeth.

"So fucking good." He leans forward, head buried in your chest. His lips find one of your nipples. "You're always so fucking good, pretty girl. How did I get so lucky?"

It's between a laugh and a gasp when he sinks into you, right to the hilt. You stay like that for a moment, listening to him breathe in. And out. And in. You think he might like this more than any actual movement. The intimacy, rather than the sensual nature of it.

His impatience overrides his desire eventually. He rolls his hips into you. Slow. Steady. Already you're starting to feel it. You hum through your lips when he gropes your chest mindlessly, like touching you is just an afterthought.

It takes another muffled whimper before he starts to pay attention to your face. He gives a harsh thrust, leaving you gasping, before he leans up to kiss the corner of your mouth.

"You're a little quiet," he mutters, tasting the skin on your jaw. He licks. You shiver.

"Oh?" You ask, though it's mid-moan. You can feel him smile.

"Hm," he agrees, kissing you at the throat, before grabbing your hips again to go a little faster, "Like it though. Means there's more of you to break."

You don't know what he means by that. You're probably better off not knowing, closing your eyes gripping his shoulders and pretending he isn't what he says he is.

You're so close that your clit grinds on his skin, sending sparks up and through you. You try to lean back, trying to alleviate just how much it is, but Satoru doesn't let you. He follows you immediately, letting you lose your balance and fall right into the bed with him on top of you.

"Satoru I-" you get cut off by the pressure, practically babbling, trying to get your words out even if you can't understand them yourself.

He laughs into the crook of your neck, reaching down to rub at your clit. "This what you need?"

"It's-it's not-Satoru-"

He practically growls at your sob, hiking your leg up to his waist so he can pound that much deeper into you.

"You-you can't-shit- you can't get mad at me for going crazy when you're acting like that." He hisses, dark and vile, but he can barely contain himself either.

The hand on your clit, the insistent fingers, ensures you go first. You spasm on his cock, milking him as your back arches and you let out this shameless whine that's so needy and animalistic. He keeps acting like he's that much better than you, but he's not too far behind. He clutches the back of your neck, kissing you so aggressively you can almost taste the blood.

He falls apart beautifully above you, crashing and burning. You can barely recognize him cumming inside of you as he falls forward, sucking on your clavicle like he can hold himself back. Another mark you'll wear for tomorrow.

You're still panting by the time he recovers. He's purring now, lavishing your broken body with languid kisses. You accept the affection gratefully, kissing him back when his lips meet yours.

"I love you," he mumbles, satisfied, quiet, "I love you."

You hum, but you don't respond. Satoru never cared either way.

He doesn't pull out, you can feel his cock steadily hardening inside of you. You don't acknowledge it.

No matter how many months you've been with him, you will never get over how beautiful he is.

Especially now, when he lays right next to you, painfully still, eyes closed. It's a rarity to see him sleep. You don't think he ever does. His white hair drifts against his forehead, almost like a curtain of silk. His face is uncharacteristically plain. His smile is gone, if anything there's a hint of a frown.

A part of you wants to touch. Reach out and feel the soft skin. Maybe then you'd understand what it was to be so beautiful. Maybe then you'd understand how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

In the end, you don't. Instead, you carefully unwrap himself from you. He stirs but doesn't awaken. You keep an eye on him until you're out of the bedroom door.

The mornings are quieter than the evenings. You adhere to a schedule, just like you always have. Dishes need to be put away. The table needs to be reorganized. The mornings are a bit more freeing. As much as they can be. Satoru isn't so abusive. He'd recently gotten you a book you were interested in. The TV still worked. Most mornings, you'd make you and him a cup of tea. You'd sit on the couch, swathed in a blanket.

Most mornings, he was here with you. He's not human you're not sure what he was but he likes to pretend that he is. Mornings would be a play of domesticity. Both of you mutually working towards an idea of breakfast. You'd listen on as he'd prattle about things that shouldn't really matter, but they do, at least to him. Years later, you think you understand why he's so obsessed with normalcy. To a man who could be described as a God, monotomous work must be a delicacy.

But Satoru isn't here, and the door is unlocked.

You can see it right from the kitchen. Still untouched from last night, the security screen happily chirping. It was just across the hall, less than a few steps away. If you wanted to, you could crawl to it. How easy would it be to step outside?

You've been reminded of your mortality before. The first time wasn't due to Satoru. You were a kid, barely a teenager. Playing by a lack, balancing on a log before you had slipped, and nearly drowned. You woke in the hospital a day later. There's still a scar on your upper neck. Satoru kisses it sometimes.

Being aware of your mortality with Satoru is constant. Akin to a coat, thin enough to not be hot, but you can still feel it cover your skin. The first time you left, he wasn't necessarily upset. More or less he was amused, as if you were a dog that had just found a way to sneak out to the backyard. As if the thought of you outsmarting him was laughable. There was no anger when he brought you back, gently kissing away the tears. The following days were intense, the air was suffocating. He was careful about the fire escape now. Maybe, back then, he didn't think you were so desperate. You know what they say about wild animals.

You weren't a wild animal anymore. You were a tamed rabbit.

But Satoru isn't here, and the door is unlocked.

You think you'd go home. Not your old home, that apartment in the middle of the city, cramped yet with too little time to do anything about it. You'd go to your parent's house. You'd collapse into your mother's arms. You'd clutch onto your father. You'd squeeze your siblings to death. You'd eat warm food-your mother's cooking. Somehow, you'd convince your entire family to abandon their fluffy mattresses and sleep in the living room. Together.

Perhaps, you'd enjoy the city. You never once saw the beauty in it, not until you were locked in this penthouse. Nowadays you find yourself staring out the window for hours, looking at the twinkling lights. Maybe you could be part of the crowd again, slipping through the cracks of being average. You could visit that cafe you'd been meaning to go to but never fully checked out. You'd pay for overpriced food, and drink cold sweet drinks that burned the back of your throat. Strangers would be all around you. You'd never know the meaning of silence ever again.

You shouldn't think like that. It's ridiculous. It's cruel to hope. Nothing regarding Satoru is ever that easy. It's a trap. Another sick game he wants you to play because he's bored or he's testing you or just because he can and he will.

But Satoru isn't here, and the door is unlocked.

You keep the sink running because it's noisy; because you're hoping it's loud enough to cover your footsteps. Would be that easy? Has it ever been that easy? The bedroom door is still closed. The front door remains unlocked.

You take one step where you know you're not supposed to. And then you wait.

Heaven doesn't fall. There's no explosion, no heat, no flame, no pain. There's nothing. Just the sound of water collecting in the sink.

You take another. It's even smaller. But less hesitant.

You take another-

"Good morning!"

His voice is always so soft and warm, but it makes you jump. Satoru appears right as you close the tap, done with the dishes. He's not wearing his glasses, nor does he wear his blindfold. He comes as Satoru, grinning down at you.

You expect the kiss on your forehead. "Why weren't you there when I woke up?" You can hear the pout in his voice.

You shrug, a small hesitant smile on your lips. "Hungry? I was thinking about crêpes this morning."

"Fancy," Satoru muses. Another kiss on your temple before he's moving away. "We got everything for it?"

You hum, focusing on the sink. The droplets of water. You will yourself not think about your sinking heart, falling down and down and down into your stomach.

"Oh, would you look at that?" You jump at his words. He sounds just as cheery as always.

When you turn around his gaze is locked on the front door. It's still unlocked.

A laugh escapes his throat. Light and airy but it doesn't help your darkened look. If anything, it makes it worse.

"Looks like I forgot to lock the door last night. I'm so forgetful, sometimes." He complains despite you both knowing the truth.

His footsteps are so loud. Why are they so loud? Why can you hear them rupture your ears?

"Guess we got lucky. Who knows who could've gotten in." The lock clicks shut.

Immediately, you burst into sobs.

It's ugly. Pitiful. The kind that makes you sink to your knees because your emotions are too much. Your relief is too much. It's too much. It's too much because you knew. You knew what it was and yet you were so so close. The relief is there, but the fear if he had taken one more minute, two more seconds.

He's there as always. Stooping to your level, taking you within his arms. You don't fight. You never fight. You allow your head to rest against his shoulder, uncaring if your tears soak his expensive shirt. His constant words of you're okay you're okay are supposed to be comfort. So are his warm hands, sinking into your clammy skin. You could almost believe his sincerity. It would be so easy to.

But it's his smile that gives him away.

Too wide.

Too much teeth.

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{pornstar!tom x pornstar!reader}

summary: you don't like to share, but Tom's going to show you what happens to stingy girls on the playground.

word count: 10,663

warnings: i consider this a part two to switch. smut, little bit of angst, fluffy ending. language. explicit warnings under divide.

18+!!! minors stay away!

warnings: mean dom!tom, slight dom!fem oc, voyeurism, mff threesome, degradation, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), orgasm denial, touch denial, slight bondage (hands tied only), jealous reader + arrogant tom, some daddy + sir kink

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There was a familiar ache in your core as you made your way into work that day. It was a sensation that shouldn't have embarrassed you anymore considering it was in your line of work to take a beating of the sexual sort, but your blood bubbled with fluttery shame anyways because you knew it was definitely not from any job you'd done. The handprints that lingered on your skin were Tom's, as was the throbbing between your legs.

Your coworkers had grown accustomed to the funny way you'd been walking; after all, it had been months of you turning up to the studio just like this. Aching all over, exhausted, and all flustered smiles as every little jolt of pain in your body reminded you of him. Tom really knew how to keep a woman coming back for more, to say the least.

Despite the tender way you were forced to move around, you were excited to get into work that day. You'd been working on a new project behind the scenes for almost a month already, and today you were finally meeting with your favorite director and photographer to start the ball rolling. This was what you'd been fantasizing about doing ever since you'd been brought into the agency--straying away from your dominatrix persona and onto a more personal, enjoyable path.

Priscilla was already waiting for you in the conference room, bursting with energy as she always was and chatting the ears off of Archie. The two of them were sliding a few of your scribbled mock-ups around, along with more than a few stills of your naked body, and nestled so deeply into a conversation that they didn't notice the click of the door as it shut behind you. Even clearing your throat couldn't break their concentration.

"Starting without me?" you questioned, loudly, and finally caught the glimmering eyes of Priscilla.

Priscilla was practically buzzing with excitement as she grinned at you, clapping her hands once before waving you over, "(Y/N), perfect timing! So, Archie and I were thinking about your ideas for doing a cam-girl style video--"

She chattered on and on, only pausing every so often to take a heaving breathe before continuing. The more she said, the more you realized just how much work the two of them had done without you--Priscilla was already pitching set designs and potential scenarios for each video, and Archie was doing his best to help you visualize the filmography he had in mind. It was pretty hard to keep up, but you had to admit seeing their passion for the project only spurred your own to burn a little brighter.

The project was something you'd been dreaming of for awhile. A solo series of videos in the iconic style of a cam-girl; just you, your camera, and whatever you felt like putting out there for the world to see. For so long you'd been afraid to even pitch the idea out of fear of being denied funding, and rightfully so.

You'd had to fight tooth and nail to gain the backing of the agency. It had been a month of pitching idea after idea, crunching numbers and screening all the statistics of solo work so that you could propose a target profit for the company. In the end, you'd gotten the green light--but there was a lot riding on this first video.

If you failed to meet the target you'd set for yourself, the agency would pull the plug on the project and you'd be right back to the leather outfits and whining men. The thought of it urged you to outperform all the standards you'd set for yourself. You were peddle to the metal, full throttle ahead, and Priscilla and Archie's sounding board of ideas were exactly the encouragement you needed.

Archie fiddled with some settings on his camera, instructing you on a few head shots until he was satisfied. "That's it!" he cheered, "You like it? Obviously we'll work on better lighting for the videos, and there'll be editing--but I think this suits you."

Peering over his shoulder, your heart soared at the work of your favorite camera man. "Oh, Archie! That's perfect... If you'd just shown me that I'd definitely think it was the real deal." you gasped, and he grinned at you cheerfully. "How about a lunch break before we get back to work?"

The two of them muttered some hushed agreements, nodding absentmindedly as Priscilla looked over the photos and they returned to the scatter of papers and film on the table. "Yeah, yeah, you go ahead, honey." Priscilla cooed, waving a hand over her shoulder carelessly before tilting her head and squinting her eyes at one of your drawings. "Oh, what do you think about--no, that won't do... but maybe?"

With a hushed chuckle, you shook your head at the two of them and backed out of the room quietly. It almost seemed as if they were more excited than you were, but your stomach was rumbling and you needed something to eat before you started chewing on paper like a goat. Only, along the way toward the exit you paused outside one of the studios at the sound of Tom's voice.

Peeking inside, you smiled at the sight of his mop of curls bobbing--the smile faded to a grimace as you realized he was in no position to talk at the moment. You trailed a little further into the room and shot a tentative smile to one of the crew members who nodded to you, no longer surprised by your presence. Many times before you'd sat in on Tom's filming days, as he had done yours, but never before had you seen him at work with his most frequent costar.

Her name was Melaina, a startlingly attractive woman with what you were fairly certain was the world's most perfect face, and she was the star of most of Tom's work. You had nothing against her, having run into her quite a few times at work and never being anything short of pleased with her sweet and charismatic aura, but man was it hard not to feel inferior as you watched the two of them in action. It was as if they knew what the other would do before they even moved, connected on some spiritual level that boosted their chemistry to an astronomical level.

Tom's body was glistening with sweat and oil, his eyes dark and hooded with lust as he towered over her. The muscles in his back, chest, and arms all rippled with every move he made and caught the light just right, and you found yourself shifting on your feet subconsciously as you watched. Your hands twitched with the desire to push that one stubborn curl out of his face as it slid across his forehead, heavy and sodden with sweat.

Melaina gave a breathy moan that had you swallowing down a lump in your throat, her hands raking down Tom's chest only for him to swat them away and pin them to the bed above her head, "No touching!" he snapped, voice booming through the cavernous room, and you nearly groaned in sync with his counterpart. Too many times he'd growled those words to you, just like that, and the heat between your legs throbbed at the memory.

"Please, daddy," Melaina wailed, "I wanna cum!"

For a moment you rolled the name around your tongue, pursing your lips as you pondered what it would feel like to call Tom such a thing. It didn't feel right though; a sour taste compared to the deliciously sweet way sir rolled from your lips. His low, devilish chuckle brought you back to the present as you focused on the scene before you.

With a long, drawn out roll of his hips, Tom leaned down to Melaina's ear and spoke, "Bad girls don't get to come, darling."

Oh, fuck.

Hearing that name, that one little word, spill forth from his lips in reference to someone other than yourself ignited a certain flame within you that you hadn't felt in quite some time. It was green; everything tinged green in your vision like the sickening tone of the clouds before a treacherous storm. Jealousy wasn't something you wore often, but hearing that was enough to sit the crown of envy heavily upon your head.

Almost as if he could sense it, sense your turmoil, Tom's head tilted back until he looked you heavily in the eye. Your jaw tensed as he continued to push his hips harder through Melaina's cries and pleas, fingers clenching into fists as you tried to get yourself under control. It didn't mean anything.

You and Tom were nothing but friends with benefits, heavy on the benefits and light on the friendship, and this was his job. Hell, it was your job too! It didn't mean a damn thing.

His eyes never strayed from yours as that familiar pinch formed between his brows, his entire body growing rigid. He was brutal with the force of his hips, his hands groping roughly at Melaina's perfect ass and his lips parting in a silent 'o' that grew wider and wider until--there it was. His eyes locked on yours, Tom thrust twice more as a gritted laugh burst from his chest and he stilled completely. She mewled beneath him like a vixen, arching off the bed and crying, "Yes, daddy! Cum for me!"

He knew. His haughty smirk, ticked jaw, and glinting eyes told you well enough that he knew exactly what you were feeling, all the bitter and envious thoughts swirling through your mind. He knew, and he was thoroughly enjoying the way you were rooted in place under the weight of all your jealousy, your eyes locked with his and unable to break free.

"Cut!"

The sound of the clapper snapping and the director's loud shout startled you out of the strange limbo of envy and hunger you'd been trapped in. Tom muttered something to Melaina with a flirtatious grin that made your gut twist, and she laughed loudly whilst slapping a hand across his chest playfully. Suddenly, you weren't so hungry anymore, nor were you entirely interested in speaking to Tom.

You were out of focus for the rest of your day at work, earning disgruntled and concerned stares from your two colleagues who were working tirelessly to perfect all of your plans before the test shoot the following day. All of your thoughts were consumed with Tom, though, and it left you feeling nauseous. Never before had you cared much at all that he was with other women, knowing it was just a day's work for him, but seeing him with Melaina had truly rubbed you raw in the worst way.

The ache between your legs didn't make your heart flutter for the moment. Instead, each time you moved wrong and felt that persistent twinge, it made bile creep up your throat and your face burn with a mixture of bitter emotions. It wasn't that you were suddenly craving more from Tom--because you weren't, and as much as you enjoyed his company you weren't interested in a relationship.

Inferiority was a hell of a bitter pill. That was the root of the green eyed monster that was steadily taking control of you; Melaina made you feel inferior, and you hated it more than anything. Clearly he found her to be a better costar than you, considering he'd not once requested you even after starring in your own special. That was the first strike.

But, was she a better lay than you? Did she feel better, make him feel better than you? Did she talk dirtier, obey faster, and mold herself into whatever he wanted better than you? What if you weren't the only one he invited into his own bed at night?

By the time you left work the sun was setting, hours had passed, and you were exhausted from your racing mind. Usually Tom would have come to find you after he finished filming, but he hadn't and that bothered you. You knew it was probably all a game to him, a way for him to get you all riled up and tease you for it, but you weren't playing. You didn't want to play his games today, and when he finally texted you that night you left all of his messages on read with an acrid taste in your mouth.

"Ready for the big day?"

A peculiar sense of deja vu washed over you as you opened your dressing room door to reveal Tom perched on the other vanity seat, a tiny smile twitching at his lips and a twinkle in his eye. You really should have expected him to be there considering he'd been eagerly talking about watching you film for days, but after ignoring him you were more than surprised to see him waiting patiently for you to arrive. The door shut with a dull click, and Tom watched you closely.

Whatever he was playing at, you weren't going to bite--today was a big day for you, and nothing was going to distract you from your work. "What are you doing here?" you asked, huffing as your voice cracked and robbed you of your attempt to play it cool.

He just chuckled, a hoarse and airy sound, and licked his lips, "You think I'd miss the chance to see my girl touch herself for hours?"

His girl?

The words swirled around your brain the entire time you got ready, Marlena eyeing you curiously as you twiddled your thumbs quietly and payed no mind to either of the two people in your presence. What the hell did he mean by that? Why did your heart go on the fritz at those two silly words?

"Are you mad at me, lovie?" Eyes flickering over to Tom, you grew hot under his speculative gaze. Head tilted to one side, brown eyes narrowed slightly, and lips puckered in a tiny pout that made you swoon, he asked, "Have I done something to upset you?"

In the mirror you could see Marlena fighting back a smile, looking between the two of you with quivering lips as she held herself back from interrupting the moment. "No," you muttered, dropping your eyes back to your fiddling fingers, "I'm just nervous."

You didn't have to look to know that Tom was smirking, the sound of his soft laughter cluing you into the fact well enough. There was that deja vu again, your mind traveling back to that first time he'd sat in your dressing room and asked if he made you nervous. Teasingly, he asked, "Am I making you nervous, darling?"

Rolling your eyes, you huffed, "No."

Tom's eyes were all over you the moment you stepped onto the set and dropped your robe into an assistant's waiting arms. Clad in a skimpy lace negligee with nothing underneath, it was understandable that he'd be quite enraptured--never before had you worn something so dainty for your work, nor had you ever worn anything quite like the transparent scrap during any of your visits to his apartment. Even you yourself were quite enthralled by the look of it, having admired your reflection in the mirror for ages before finally joining the crew to start working.

As you soaked up the warm, tingling sensation of his ravenous eyes trailing over every inch of your body, you slowly relaxed into his presence. All the thoughts of Melaina drifted away, and you were biting back pleased smiles each and every time you acknowledged his gaze. It felt nice; it felt like it had every time he'd watched you film before, only better because now you were finally fully enjoying your project.

He hung back beside Priscilla in front of the big screen which displayed all the different camera angles whilst you ambled your way around the set. It wasn't complete, but it was enough for you all to get an idea of what the final design should be. A queen sized bed with dark, silk sheets in the center of a warmly lit stage, piled high with pillows of all sizes--already you were imagining towering bed posts with chiffon curtains framing the beautiful space.

There was one camera posted at the foot of the bed which was to be the main view point for the video. Climbing aboard you shifted until your bottom was posted over the scribbled X and leaned back onto your elbows, your knees propped up and spread wide. "How's this look?" you called out, craning your neck to see Priscilla, Archie, and Tom.

"Slide up a bit," Archie bellowed back, "a bit more--that's it! Oh, fuck, that looks amazing."

Having slid up the mattress half a foot, your head fell onto the bed of pillows that were finally within reach. From your new vantage point you could admire Tom, and the sight of him was enough to already have your thighs dampening. It seemed as if he were unsure as to where to look, his eyes flickering back and forth from the blown up, pixelated version of you to the real deal hastily.

The angle was awkward, and no matter how hard you stared he never made eye contact. It was then that you realized he couldn't see your face, at least not the real one, and a certain thrill sparked within you. Trailing your fingers over your stomach slowly, you reached for the frilled edge of the fabric and bit back a giggle as he tensed all over.

Licking your lips in time with Tom, you shouted, "Should we get started, then?"

Within seconds the clapper was dropped, and Priscilla boomed, "Test one, rolling!"

It was strange having to force yourself to look into the camera, rather than avoiding it so as not to ruin the flow of a scene. But, after a few moments of running your hands over your body and trying to get into the right mindset, your mind drifted away from the crowded room and into your own personal bubble. In there, that secret place you escaped to, it was just yourself and Tom.

Your body heated as you pictured him in place of the camera. In your vision he was bare and glistening, just for you; sitting on his heels with his knees spread apart and his hands ghosting over his length languidly. So many nights you'd laid before him like this, aching and begging for his hands to take the place of your own.

"Show me what those fingers can do, darling." he cooed, voice silky and sweeter than honey. It was a stark contrast to the dark, all-consuming pull of his brown eyes that lusted for you greedily.

Breathing a little harder, you tugged the stretchy lace further down your chest until your breasts were exposed to the chilled air. Tom's eyes glimmered, his tongue swiping over his lower lip, and you desperately wished it were his lips wrapping around one of your pebbled buds instead of your clammy fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut for a second as you imagined it; reminiscing on the sensation of his hot, silky tongue swirling around your nipples and tugging them delightfully into his mouth.

It was incredibly hard not to cry out for him as you descended further into the scenario you'd created for yourself. Nevertheless, you swallowed down all the whimpers of his name that bubbled to your lips eagerly, instead whining soft noises that even turned yourself on. "Love those pretty sounds, (Y/N)." he always hummed down your ear, scorching breathe fanning all across your neck.

The facade didn't fade as you opened your eyes again with heavy lids that begged to fall shut again. You tugged hard at one of your rosebuds in sync with Tom's harsh pull over his cock, and your back arched as you gave a loud cry. He moved his hand faster and clenched his eyes shut for a second as he groaned, "Enough teasing, lovie, show me that perfect pussy. Wanna see you cum all over your fingers f'me."

You couldn't have agreed more. Your heat was hot and dripping, your thighs slipping across the sheets a little more easily as you pooled your juices onto the mattress longingly. Tracing your fingers over the swell of your chest and down your stomach, you peeled your flimsy gown back until it was all bunched up beneath your breasts.

Tom watched with baited breathe, held perfectly in sync with your own burning chest, as you teased your fingers all around where you ached to be touched the most. Just as you finally dipped the tip of your middle finger into the slick, a shuffle and quiet laugh shattered the vision of Tom. You huffed in frustration the buzzing in your veins dulled and your hand fell limp over your bare middle.

"Cut!" Priscilla shouted, and even she sounded frustrated as you sat up and ripped your negligee back down, "That was really good, (Y/N)! Wanna have a look?"

You did, but you could barely hear the words coming from Priscilla's mouth as you took in the scene before you. There was Tom, hands cupped over his crotch like they always were when he watched you film, but this time he wasn't watching you. Instead, he was entirely focused on Melaina who stood beside him with one dainty hand stroking his arm, the other twirling the skirt of her sundress lazily.

Your blood boiled to life once more, but no longer was it out of desire for Tom. Pursing your lips, you called back to Priscilla, "No, let's just keep going." He was still engrossed in his hushed conversation with her, and you added pettily, "Might I remind some of you to be quiet on set!"

Melaina's stifled giggle turned the green hue in your eyes red, but you took a deep breathe and resisted the urge to roll your eyes. It didn't mean anything, it didn't mean anything, it didn't mean anything. The mantra echoed through your head as you did your best to keep your ridiculous envy at bay; Tom wasn't yours, nor were you his, and you had nothing to be jealous of.

You did, however, roll your eyes at the sight of Tom's devious smirk. It only widened at the action, and in spite of your wish to pretend he didn't affect you, your thigh clenched subconsciously. "Sorry, darling, we'll be quiet." he hummed, greedily soaking up the distasteful purse of your lips with his eyes.

It was harder to get back into the groove once the cameras started rolling again. Tom's image wavered in place of the camera, your mind clouded with all the conflicting emotions you were feeling, and no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't get back into that bubble. You pushed through, though, and picked up where you'd left off.

"Look at you," Tom simpered as your fingers dipped into your slick once again, your jaw slackening as you toyed one finger through your entrance, "absolutely dripping for me. Does it get you off to see me with another woman?"

What the hell was that? His words were like a record scratch in your mind, your fingers recoiling from your throbbing core in shock. Trying again, you changed your direction and drifted your fingers to your clit with a soft sigh. Closing your eyes to shut out his smirking face again, you rolled the soft pads over your bud and felt your lips part in a hushed moan.

How easy it would have been to keep them closed and push yourself over that edge with nothing but the sensation to edge you forward, but you knew that wouldn't make for a satisfying watch. So, begrudgingly, you opened your eyes again to the scene you'd created for yourself. Tom was sitting on the bed now, his legs spread wide before him to leave space for you between, and his length was laid against his thigh lazily. The tip was weeping and blazing red, a thick drop of pearly precum making your lips tingle with desire.

His hands wrapped around the footboard of the bed, gripping the solid wood so tightly his knuckles turned white and his arms rippled with unbridled strength. All that muscle, the sinewy, languid curl of hard muscle beneath soft flesh pulled taught in restraint; it was enough to have you drooling. Your fingers slipped easily from your swollen clit to your slit, and you dipped the tip of your middle finger inside with a choked cry.

Tom moaned back at you, his cock twitching as he flexed his stomach, eyes glued to the tight clench of your cunt around your fingers. "Fuck, lovie, do your fingers feel as good as mine?" he asked, "Does that pussy feel as good as hers?"

What the fuck?

Melaina's giggle echoed through the set, piercing the thickened air and startling you nearly as much as the wild turn your imagination had taken. Growling angrily, you slapped your hands onto the mattress beside you and pouted, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" Melaina squeaked, sounding so genuinely apologetic it only irritated you further, "Stop it, Tom, you made me laugh."

Sitting up once more, propped up on your hands, you scowled fiercely at the sight of Tom's arm draped over her shoulders and his head dipped low to whisper in her ear. His eyes were trained on you, though, and you knew damn well that coy smirk that teased at his lips was meant for you alone. Melaina gripped the hand over her shoulder tightly as she stifled another laugh, eyes twinkling to match the beaming smile on her face.

Backing his lips away from Melaina's hair, Tom faced you dead on as his head cocked to the side playfully. Narrowing your eyes, you scoffed as he winked at you. That bastard! You flopped back onto the bed with a growl, wanting nothing more than to kick him off the set, but you refrained. You knew it would only cement what he'd already figured out within his head; it would prove that you were without a doubt, one hundred and ten percent jealous.

"How about we take five, everyone!"

You practically threw yourself off of the bed, snatching your robe from the timid assistant with a huff before stomping off the set entirely. What was he playing at? It was one thing for Tom to toy with you, but to purposefully throw you off when you were working? That was low.

Alone in the small room, you dropped your head onto your vanity with a loud groan of annoyance. So many new emotions were swirling around you, plaguing your mind and twisting your gut up into knots so tight you actually felt ill. You couldn't even begin to unravel the twisted mess to pick apart all the different things you were feeling.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and you didn't have to look to know who it was. "G'way!" you grumbled, hissing angrily when the door opened anyways, "I said--"

Tom crashed his lips to yours, choking your words and the muffled squeal of surprise that escaped you. Pushing his weight onto you and pinning you to the chair, he bit down on your lower lip until you whined pitifully, pulling away to look you heavily in the eye, "You ignored me last night."

"So? I wasn't feeling it." you retorted, the almost lie making your stomach flutter. "Is that why you're trying to ruin my test shoot? Another bullshit punishment?"

He gaped at you for a moment, his lips parting in surprise as he blinked down at you wordlessly. But, just as you were settling into the triumph of finally rendering him speechless, he sputtered a sinister chuckle and smirked. Clicking his tongue reproachfully, he tutted, "Are you jealous, darling? Is that what this little tantrum is about? Are you jealous of Melaina?"

The words of your imaginary Tom echoed in your ears, the thin flesh and cartilage heating up in embarrassment as you scoffed, "No, why the hell would you think that?"

Smirk widening, he leaned close to nuzzle his face into your ear as he hummed, "Mm, I think you're lying, lovie. I think you were jealous watching me fuck her yesterday, and today you're so bothered you can't even perform. Envy is a hell of a thing, wouldn't you say?"

His lips sucked on the tender skin of your earlobe, drawing the faintest of whimpers from your lips, and he released it with a dramatic suckle of a wet, sloppy kiss. He whispered tauntingly, "Did it make you jealous to see me cum for somebody else? To see me fuck Melaina instead of you?"

"N-no-- oh, fuck."

Tom's fingers dragged heavily through your folds, a gush of your juices immediately flooding into his open palm in response. His thumb rolled over your clit faintly, teasing the rapidly swelling bundle as he chuckled right into your ear, "Don't lie to me, darling."

That stupid name that he'd called her made you steel your resolve, stubbornly repeating, "'M not jealous, Tom. You can fuck whoever you want."

His fingers plunged into you to the knuckle, earning a loud gasp as your hands flew to his arms and clutched him tightly. "Yeah? 'S that so?" he asked, nipping the hot skin of your neck until you whined desperately, "Think I'd like a taste then, love."

This was certainly turning out far better than you'd expected. With a racing heart and a quivering breathe, you gasped, "Please, Tom." Tom's eyes narrowed at you, his expression hardening as he pinched your hip in warning. "Please, I want you to have a taste, sir."

He grinned, patting your cheek in a playful slap as he cooed, "There's my good girl. Spread your legs, darling."

Obediently, you eagerly spread your legs until your thighs were digging into the sides of your chair and shaking as you fought to keep them splayed so wide. The lace of your negligee was pulled taught and curled up over your hips at the movement, exposing all of you to Tom's greedy eyes. He licked his lips as he gazed down at his fingers still buried inside you as deep as they would go, flexing the two digits and closing his eyes as you cursed and clenched around them.

You crooned as he pulled them out and thrust them back in slowly, curling until the tips dragged over your spot lazily. "Please, sir, want your tongue, too." you pleaded, digging your thighs further into the seat as you rutted down onto his once again motionless fingers.

His eyes snapped open and he quirked his one ruffled brow playfully, "Yeah? You want my fingers and my tongue?" Tom dug the pad of his thumb into your clit deeply, pressing your button down and making your entire body spasm from the harsh stimulation, "I don't know if you deserve both, lovie. You're lucky you're even getting my fingers."

Whining, you threw your head back childishly and ground your hips into his fingers indignantly. He kept them steady, only slightly brushing your g-spot through your forced motion, and his free hand clamped down on your thigh in a bruising grip. "Please!" you begged, "Please, sir, I'll be so good!"

Your pleas molded into a shout as his lips closed suddenly around your clit, his thumb sliding aside to spread your folds open for him as he sucked at your sensitive nub harshly. Tom's fingers pulled out slowly before slamming back into you, his fist effectively punching your core and making you ache, but you moaned and begged for more. Each forceful blow pushed his fingers right into your spot, the tips curling to drag against your upper wall with every motion.

In mere moments you were seeing stars. Your stomach was tightening beyond measure, that coil winding so tight you feared you might break when it finally snapped, but you met each thrust of his hand with a jerk of your hips eagerly. His tongue flicked against your clit in rapid kitten licks, sparking your body to spasm violently each time. "I'm so close, sir!" you gasped, digging your nails into the armrest of your seat as your back arched in pleasure, "I'm gonna--"

With one last long, hard suck on your bundle, Tom pulled away from you completely. His fingers ripped away from your dripping slit and slid in between his glistening lips, that tongue swirling dramatically around the digits as he sat back on his heels much like he had in your imagination. Gaping, you huffed, "What the hell, Tom?"

He grinned devilishly, "Admit you were jealous, and I'll let you cum."

Sputtering, you spat out, "I told you I wasn't jealous."

"Mm, but I know you're lying, darling," he teased, eyes glinting playfully, "and I want to hear you admit it. You wanna cum all over my fingers and my tongue?"

You nodded hesitantly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you whispered, "Yes, sir."

He leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours and his lips ghosting over your own as he whispered, "Admit you were jealous."

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breathe. You felt hot all over with embarrassment, your skin burning and your blood boiling beneath, but fuck, you really wanted that sweet release that only he could give you. So, with trembling lips, you whispered, "I was jealous."

Eyes still closed, you jumped as his fingers brushed over your clit in a feather light touch. He pressed a slow, soft kiss to your lips that had you chasing him for more when he backed away and asked, "Are you still jealous?" One finger toyed with your slit, drawing a harsh line up and down your entrance as you resisted the urge to push further into his hand.

"Y-yes."

He chuckled, and your eyes snapped open as he backed away from you, his hand disappearing from your core. His eyes were dark in a ruthless stare as he stated, "You need to learn to share, love. Stingy girls don't get to cum." And, just like that, he retreated from the room leaving you staring after him in utter shock.

You weren't sure what you were expecting when you rocked up to Tom's apartment that night following his typical, "You up?" text. What you most certainly had not expected, though, was to find Melaina sprawled out on his sofa in nothing but a sheer negligee--nothing at all underneath. In a strange sense, you figured you should have seen it coming; what better way for Tom to torment you than to make you face the root of your jealousy?

"Mm, on second thought," you hummed, pursing your lips as you took in the woman's sensual form upon his couch, "I think I'll be going."

Turning to leave, you crashed nose first into Tom's hard chest with a muffled grunt of surprise. His hands crept around your waist in a lazy fashion, dragging the fabric of your shirt up until his warm palms found the icy chill of your bare skin. It sent a shiver down your spine, much to your own chagrin.

He pouted, jutting his lower lip out at you tauntingly as he leaned close to brush his nose along the high point of your cheek. "You've only just got here, darling," he mused, "I missed you last night. You left me all alone."

It was really pathetic how easily he broke through your walls. Despite your tireless efforts to re-stack each brick he knocked down, the feeling of his soft lips ghosting along the supple skin of your cheeks had those same cinderblocks crumbling to dust. A gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek, a fleeting peck at the slope of your forehead, one slow trail along the angle of your jaw--you were putty in his hands when his lips finally found your own.

Even as his tongue traced the outline of your lips, you desperately tried to fight his hold on you. Grumbling into his mouth, "I'm sure you could have found company elsewhere--"

Tom bit down on your lower lip, hard, and pulled until it snapped back with a loud pop that made you whimper. Yet, his eyes were tender in a way you'd never seen before as he gazed down at you longingly, whispering, "I wanted you, though."

Yeah, you were fucked.

Breathing a little heavier, you gave into your more animalistic desires in spite of the jealousy and irritation that still boiled deep within your veins. A childish, prideful part of you boasted over his words; he'd wanted you! Not Melaina, not anyone else, just you. It was utterly ridiculous.

Tom's brown eyes were warm, inviting, and curious as he waited for you to make the next move. You could see the questions bouncing around behind them; would you leave? Would you stay? But, there was a familiar glimmer of mischief buried behind the thick honey gaze that had you waiting for the other foot to fall.

Taking your lack of movement as an answer, a desire to stay, Tom pressed another kiss to your lips. Long, slow, and mind-boggling--it felt like your soul left your body with the way he curled his plush lips into yours. Already you were heating up, your body buzzing and growing hotter with desire in each second that passed.

You clawed your fingers into the hem of his shirt, scratching your nails along the flesh of his lower abdomen in a futile attempt to ground yourself. It was a frantic plea to him to hold you there, to keep you from floating away as his kiss took you to higher places. He gave a gentle hiss into your mouth at the sting, but pushed harder into your face as his hands inched higher up your back to toy with the band of your bra.

Fingers gently swept the collar of your shirt down, exposing your neck as fuller, softer lips ghosted along the line of the fabric. Wait--lips? Jumping, you reeled back from Tom's face with widened eyes to find Melaina blinking back at you, eyes blown wide with lust.

"What are you--"

Tom popped the clasp of your bra with ease, looking down at you with darkened irises. "Is this okay?" he asked, glancing at Melaina who was waiting beside your twisted, intertwined bodies for approval.

Her fingers swirled slow, tingling circles on your hip, lip caught between pearly, white teeth as she watched you with enraptured intensity. Two minutes ago, the word no would have spilled from your lips without a moment of hesitation--but now? Now, as your eyes lingered on the swollen, bitten lower lip that called for you to taste it; as you trailed them lower to admire the perfectly soft curve on every inch of her body, it wasn't so clear.

There was a supple rise of her chest with every breathe, hardened nipples poking through the transparent fabric of her dress. Rounded breasts upon a gentle, sloping waist, wide hips that certainly gave way to a perfect handful of ass and thigh, all leading the eye down the length of her sculpted legs. Melaina was like a work of art, and every inch of her that you admired sent tingles through your body.

Glancing back at Tom, you nearly moaned out loud. Her eyes burned the side of your face, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Tom's stare into your very soul. It sucked the breathe out of you and left you feeling dizzy, your vision darkening until all you could see were the artful angles of his face.

You spoke hoarsely, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat, "Yes."

Tom's mouth parted against yours in an instant, his hot tongue slipping inside and making your eyes roll back as Melaina pressed her body against your side and latched onto your neck. Sucking, biting, rolling the soft muscle of her tongue all along each sharp nibble to soothe the tender flesh--it was an overload of sensation all at once. You didn't know where to put your hands as they both crept theirs all over your body.

It was impossible to decipher where one ended and the other began. Whose hand was that gripping your ass? Whose were peeling your bra straps down our arms under your sleeves? Who was slipping their thumbs along the waistband of your pants, tickling your hot, sensitive skin?

Moaning, you gasped, "Please!"

You weren't even sure what you were asking for, but Melaina quickly stepped aside to let Tom pull your shirt over your head as your bra fell to the floor at your feet. He admired your chest for a long moment, palms cupping the swell of your breasts as his thumbs rolled over the stiffened peaks of your nipples, earning a muffled groan from you. Licking his lips, he stepped back and waved the eagerly waiting woman forward.

As Melaina devoured your chest, you followed him with your gaze through heavy lidded eyes. He watched on with an indecipherable glint in his eyes, lips glistening with a mixture of your saliva and his own. Those long lashes fluttered as he dragged his tongue slowly over the plump of his lower lip, nostrils flaring in a sharp inhale as if he were tasting you all over again.

Her lips were wrapped tightly around your left nipple when he finally disappeared behind you, a shiver wracking your body when his fingers caressed the arch of your spine in a fluttering touch. Chest pressed warmly to your bare back, he dipped low to mix his own marks with the ones she had left behind. You dropped your head back onto his shoulder, lulling to the side to expose the entirety of your throat to him in submission.

When had he removed his shirt? The bare skin of his torso was scorching on your back, matching the heat of his tongue dipping in your collarbone in time with a twirl of hers around your other nipple. Fingers, hands, lips, tongues everywhere; your body was reaching its boiling point.

"Come to bed with us?" Tom's husky whisper directly into the shell of your ear had you whining, arching your back until your behind rolled harshly into his crotch. His length ground into you roughly, a quiet groan escaping his lips at the stimulation, "Fuck, darling, you like this?"

Weakly, barely able to focus through all the pleasurable touches to your body, you whispered, "Yes, yes, sir. Please."

You should have known it wouldn't last. You should have anticipated the shift in Tom's attitude, revealing his true intentions to you as he lead you by the wrist into his bedroom to find a dining chair at the side of his bed. But, you blinked up at him dumbfounded as he held up a silk tie before your face with a devilish grin.

Melaina stretched out on the bed with a hand between her legs, knees propped open wide as she touched herself lazily and watched you closely. Glancing at the tie, then the chair, and then Tom's arrogant smirk, you mumbled, "What is that?"

He just chuckled throatily, grinning as he hummed, "Sit in the chair, darling." You blinked again, frozen in place, "Sit, now, or I promise you'll not like the outcome."

Instinctively, your knees crumbled until you fell into the chair with a frown. He snatched your wrists roughly, twisting them behind the back of the chair until the backs of your hands touched and you whined in protest, "That hurts, Tom."

He pulled further, a sharp ache burning through the muscles of your arms as they dug harshly into the back of the chair. "Watch it, (Y/N)." he growled.

"Sorry, sir." you muttered pitifully, eyes downcast to avoid the amused smile on Melaina's face, "What's going on?"

Tom didn't answer you for a long while, taking his time to tie your wrists with the tie until he was certain you couldn't break free. Testing the restraints, you pouted as the fabric didn't yield in any way to your tugs. He hummed under his breathe in appreciation, though, stroking a finger up the length of your arm as he rounded to face you again.

Melaina sat up and leaned into the arm he reached out toward her, your gut twisting bitterly at the sight of her purring under his touch like a cat. "I told you, darling, that stingy girls don't get to cum." he restated his words from earlier, and your body burned with embarrassment, "So, I'm going to teach you to share. You're gonna sit there and watch me, and you're going to deal with it like a big girl. Understood?"

"But I--"

"Do you understand?" Tom hissed, eyes narrowing in a fierce glare that dared you to challenge him further. You couldn't miss the way his fingers twitched, the familiar sting of his palm on your behind ghosting over the skin in anticipation of impact. He remained rooted in place, though, leaning into Melaina's body that was steadily wrapping further around him.

Her lips were on his chest, leaving a flurry of angry purple marks that made you want to scream like a child. "I understand, sir." you grumbled, slumping into the seat.

He smiled, "Good."

It was as if you disappeared from the room entirely in that instant. He turned to Melaina, completely absorbed in her presence as his hands slid around her waist to grab fistfuls of her ass. Groaning, he squeezed the flesh tighter until she whimpered. Your own body ignited in shame and jealousy, fingers clenching into fists that tugged uselessly against their bonds.

The sound of their lips smacking as they kissed, wet and sloppy sounds that echoed in your ears, made you want to whine. How had it come to this, when only moments ago they were kissing you like that? Was this the only reason you were here?

You watched on with an aching core, racing heart, and sweaty palms as the heat intensified between them. There was that chemistry you'd witnessed on set--their movements so in sync it seemed as if they were connected spiritually, a perfect flow of seamless give and take. It was almost painful to watch.

The jealousy that tore you to shreds was not from a desire to be the only woman in Tom's life, though a selfish part of you did secretly relish in the thought. It was an aching, grotesque and petty desire to know that you were the best. You were jealous of the way he found pleasure in someone else, when all you wanted was to know that you were unmatched. You were jealous to feel his touch on your body, and some part of you was growing desirous of hers as well.

It was a purely physical sort of envy; no feelings attached. Or, at least that's what you told yourself. In some sense there had to be a sort of emotional drive behind it, but it was easier to tell yourself it was stupid pride instead of murky, confusing feelings.

Your eyes clenched shut as you bit back a huff of frustration. Melaina's moans grew louder, until she shrieked, "Please, daddy, wanna feel you!"

There was a smack and a rustle, and when you opened your eyes Tom had shoved Melaina flat onto her stomach. The skin of her still rippling ass was reddened in a blazing hand print, his hand rubbing over the mark soothingly. "You wanna feel daddy's cock, princess?" he growled, "Think (Y/N) deserves to watch?"

"Yes, daddy," Melaina murmured, "want her to watch. Want her to see how good I make you feel."

The green eyed monster in your head was stomping circles through your brain, screeching over the cruelty of the situation. Yet, you kept your lips pursed shut as you glared back at Tom with just as much ferocity. He wasn't going to see you break; you'd come out of this on top, you were sure of it. You weren't going to let him see that she'd hit the root of your jealousy right on it's ugly, rearing head with her words.

You scoffed, and he glared at you with a sort of intensity that made your legs quiver, but you faced his scowl head on with a ferocity of your own to match. You wouldn't let him see that she'd hit the root of your jealousy right on its ugly, rearing head with those words; if he wanted to play, then you were going to play just as hard.

Or, maybe you were just emboldened by the fact that he hadn't called her darling again. Either way, you stared him in the eye until he looked away from you with a clenched jaw and twitching hand. Your first, and only, victory of the night.

It was torture. He moaned as he pushed into her, eyes clenching shut and hands squeezing at her flesh desperately when he bottomed out with his hips buried into her bottom. Yet, you couldn't decide which method of suffering was worse; to keep your eyes opened or closed.

Open, you had to watch his face contort with pleasure and the way he interacted with her eager, willing body. Closed, you had to listen to the sounds they made and feel the way your body reacted in accordance. You were dripping onto the seat, angry tears pooling in your eyes, and your arms were going numb from their restrained position.

"Eyes open, darling." Tom ordered, and you bit back the curse that bubbled to your lips. He watched you with hooded eyes until you met his gaze, immediately blocking you out again to focus on the messy, fucked out woman on his bed. She was wailing, and you were trying your best not to join in the chorus.

He was going an an unrelenting pace, each brutish thrust of his hips eliciting a strangled cry from Melaina. She was clawing at the sheets, incrementally crawling away from him until he pulled her back with a forceful tug of her hips. "Daddy, 'm gonna cum!" she moaned, breathless.

You squirmed in your seat, bottom sliding slickly over the wooden surface from how much you'd pooled into it. "Come on, princess. Cum f'me." he urged, voice strained as he rocked his hips faster into her. The sound of skin against skin mixed with the damp sounds from his force into her slick echoed loudly through the room, but it was unparalleled to the unrestrained scream the tore from her throat.

Watching with wide eyes and strained, clenched thighs, you gasped as Melaina arched into the bed wildly. Her actions were so over the top you'd have assumed they were theatrics, if it weren't for the way you could see her physically quivering with full body shivers. Fuck, why couldn't that have been you?

Tom pulled out of her roughly, turning on you and clambering off of his bed to lean over you. His hands wrapped around the arms of the chair tightly, the muscle of his arms rippling as he gripped it so tight the wood creaked. "Learned your lesson yet, darling?" he demanded, nose to nose with you.

Nodding desperately, you gasped, "Yes, sir."

He disappeared from view, Melaina still crumpled into the bed and spent as she breathed heavily. When his fingers brushed your wrists, untying them slowly, you nearly wept with relief. Finally, he was going to touch you.

Pulling you up from the chair, Tom gripped your chin firmly as his thumb tugged at your bottom lip. "Want me to touch you, darling?" You nodded, begging him with your eyes and whining when he chuckled, "You have to earn it."

He sat back on the bed, scooting until his back was propped against the headboard with his legs spread wide. Patting the space between them, he beckoned you forward until you were perched between his knees on your own. You yelped as Melaina crept up behind you, hands sneaking up the skin of your back until they rested lightly on your shoulders, but you relaxed into her touch as she pressed a feather light kiss to your neck.

As she nipped at the skin, blossoming a new mark amidst all the ones she'd left before, Tom grinned deviously. "Let's make a deal, darling," he breathed, "if you can stop yourself from cumming all over her tongue, I'll let you come on my cock."

You squeaked as her fingers dipped down the front of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she drew nearer to where you were aching for any sort of touch. Deep down you knew how hard it would be not to finish at any sort of stimulation due to how worked up and ravenously needy you were, but if there was a chance to get Tom where you wanted him then you were going to take it. So, you nodded, "Please."

Melaina pushed you forward until you were bent over, propped up on your knees and elbows. Tom's length was straining against his thigh, and he flexed as your slightly frantic breathing blew across the sensitive skin. He reached out a hand to caress your cheek before winding it to the back of your head, pulling you closer until you wrapped your lips around the tip.

You groaned in sync with him as you felt her blow a cool breeze on your clit, your legs nearly buckling as she forced them apart with her hands. Stars were bursting behind your eyes the very moment she drew a line through your folds with her tongue, but Tom's shove against your head kept you grounded. Focusing, you pushed forward until your nose was buried in his pelvis and he moaned loudly.

Her taste was still all over him. Pulling back until you only held his tip in your mouth again, you swirled your tongue around the head and parted your lips to let your spit soak down his length entirely. You looked up and blinked at him coyly, flattening your tongue under his tip and sucking hard until he clenched his eyes shut and raked his nails into your scalp roughly.

Going down again, you gagged around him and tears sprung to your eyes when he held you there. He was choking you, but you weren't thinking about air--all you could think about was how hard it was not to reflexively clamp down each time Melaina tweaked your clit just right, sending spasms through your entire body.

You were fighting hard to keep from going overboard, your stomach twisted up in knots so tight you felt compressed. Explosive, even. He was moaning above you, dragging your head up and down his length slowly, and there were shockwaves of vibrations in your core as Melaina hummed along with him.

Finally, as you took all of him again and squeezed his thigh with your nails digging in, Tom hissed and pulled you off of him. "On your back, now." he commanded, and Melaina jumped back just in time for you to hastily slide into position. "Fuck, need you so bad, darling."

His hands were hot as they slid up your thighs, spreading your legs apart until he could slip between them and crawl over your body. "Needed you last night, lovie, but you decided to ignore me like a brat." he growled, and you flinched as he dropped to his elbows over you suddenly, "Don't even deserve to feel me, you know that?"

"Please," you whined, "I'm sorry I ignored you, I'll never do it again."

Tom dragged his tip roughly through your folds, scowling at you when you bucked your hips into him, "Do that again and you'll go back in the chair."

You froze, and he hummed in approval before continuing his teasing. Up and down, up and down, up and down, he dragged himself over your entrance and clit until you were shaking with need. Each slow rock of his length through your folds was adding fuel to the fire raging within you, your eyes threatening to roll back from the surface level stimulation alone.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally eased into you slowly. You moaned breathlessly, clenching around him and fisting the sheets in a plea for him to just fuck you already. "Fucking love your cunt, darling," he groaned, eyes falling shut in bliss, "perfect little pussy, all for me. This all mine, lovie?"

"Yes, sir." you groaned, arching off the bed as he pushed deeper against you, "All yours."

He pulled back, dragging slowly against your walls until he slipped out of you entirely and left you feeling empty. But then he forced his way back in roughly, jolting you backward on the bed under the force of his thrust. Your lips opened in a silent yell, hands flying up to claw at his back desperately.

Tom's face dropped into your shoulder, mouthing open kisses into the skin that burned like fire. He picked up his pace with a steady, deep roll of his hips against yours that made you shiver all over. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, trapping him against you as you gripped his shoulders heavily.

Your eyes were clenched shut in pleasure as you felt him continue to push roughly against that spot deep inside, sending sparks through out your entire body. The coil in your belly had already been strung so tightly you'd feared you'd burst at the first moment of contact, but you were doing your best to fight it off. You wanted this moment, this feeling of him filling you to the brim, to last forever.

But, Tom shuddered above you and moaned into your ear, "Shit, 'm not gonna last, darling."

He pushed deeper into you with his next thrust, grinding your hips into the mattress as he put his weight behind it. You yelped and your hands left his back to find his face, pulling his lips down to yours in a feverish kiss. It was sloppy, all tongue and clashing teeth, but it matched the desperate, animalistic rhythm of his hips perfectly.

That coil inside you was sparking now, fizzling with pent up energy just begging to burst. "Please, please, please, let me cum, Tom." you begged, and he groaned as you said his name, "Please, Tommy!"

With a sharp snap of his hips, Tom pushed off the bed on one elbow and reached his hand down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers met your clit harshly, swirling rapid circles around your swollen bundle as he stared down at you like a starved man. "Say my name again, darling."

"Tom!"

His fingers moved faster, harder, deeper in time with his thrusts that pushed you to heights you'd never felt from him. His eyes were clenched shut and his lips pulled back in a grimace, jaw clenching as his curls slid all over his forehead in a sweaty mess. He looked beautiful like that--all messy and fucked out, desperate to reach that high that you were pushing him toward.

Your legs were shaking wildly, and your stomach was burning as your muscles began to contract. It was the buildup to the explosive release, and you cried out, "Gonna cum, Tommy, yes! You feel so--oh, fuck!"

Wailing, you clamped your legs around his waist and squeezed your eyes shut so tightly it hurt. The coil snapped and you shrieked, his tip ramming into your g-spot over and over as he fucked you through your high. It felt like you couldn't even breathe, couldn't think, couldn't anything anymore. All you could do was feel him inside you, pushing through your pulsing walls as his fingers continued to rub your clit like a madman.

"Fucking--fuck!" he gritted, hips faltering, "Love it when you say my name, (Y/N). Sounds so perfect coming from your pretty lips."

You were desperate to get him there, feeling the way he was shuddering with each thrust as his body protested the exertion. "Tom, please," you begged, feeling the coil in your belly tightening up again, "cum for me. Wanna feel you fill me up, Tommy."

He slammed into you harder than he had all night, making your pelvis ache but you saw white. The world faded away as you burst into the crescendo again, your throat burning as you cried out loudly. Just when you were about to tap out and push him away because it was all too much, he rolled into you deeply and collapsed onto your chest.

So high in your own climax, you barely felt his cock pulsing against your walls as you milked him of every last drop. It was the warmth, though, that brought you back down to earth. The deep, warmth that filled you up had you sighing and sucking in air desperately, blinking up at the ceiling as Tom breathed heavily into your neck.

The two of you laid there like that for awhile, fighting to catch your breathe as your hearts raced against each other's chests. It wasn't until your vision finally cleared and you could breathe a little more freely, though, that a thought popped into your head, "Where did Melaina go?"

Tom laughed, his chest rumbling against yours as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder with a tender kiss to the sweaty skin. "Mm, don't know. She probably left."

"Oh," you muttered, "I didn't notice."

You hoped he didn't notice how you smiled as he hummed back, "Neither did I, darling."

Curled up in Tom's bed, you shivered as his fingers traced lazy shapes into the bare skin of your thigh that was draped over his own. On his night stand sat two abandoned cups of tea, growing colder by the minute, but neither one of you was in any hurry to reach for them. You were content to just lay there in his embrace, soaking up his warmth.

This was what you'd grown to love the most over the past few months of hooking up with Tom. The sex was great, the orgasms mind blowing, but the time spent just enjoying each other's company afterwards was your favorite part. It felt nice to just be close to him, to feel connected to him in a more domestic sense.

"You know there's nothing to be jealous of, yeah?" he asked, suddenly, and you craned your neck back to look at him curiously. His cheeks were reddened slightly as he peered down at you with tender, timid eyes.

Sheepishly, you shrugged, "It's ridiculous, I know."

He frowned slightly, but the crease between his brows melted as you blinked up at him with wide eyes. "Nothing you feel is ridiculous, (Y/N)," he stated, "and it's okay to be jealous. You think I never felt shitty seeing you with any of the other guys you filmed with?"

The flush on his face deepened at his confession, but you grinned. He felt it too? "Really?" you asked, trying your best to keep from giving him total puppy dog eyes.

"Really." he repeated you, snorting when you grinned wider, "And, you don't need to be jealous of anyone. You're the only one who ends up right here in my bed, like this. Only one I want to be here, darling."

You buried your face into his chest with a flustered giggle, and he chuckled as his arms wrapped around you a little tighter. In a desperate need to keep things from getting too serious, still raw over everything you'd felt the past couple of days, you teased, "Mm, I'm only here for the tea--Tom!"

He dug his fingers into your ribs, fighting through your squeals and slaps as you tried to escape him. Easily, though, he got the upper hand and rolled until you were pinned beneath him. With twinkling eyes, a mixture of emotions you couldn't read, he taunted, "Admit it, (Y/N), you're in love with me."

In love with Tom? Your mind went blank as you stared up at him, but he just grinned down at you. There was a little flutter in your belly, and his eyes sparkled a brighter at your shiver. He knew. He knew the truth.

"Nah, it's definitely the tea--"

"Why, I oughta!"

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roronoacherries · 2 years

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒘

word count: ~ 0.8k

content: genin!sasusaku, mutual pining (?) / longing for what could be, soft, soft!ssk, sakura & sasuke’s POVs, the start of it all.

note: this is the first sasusaku snippet i wrote. i wanted to do a series of (mostly) canon-abiding one-shots that added to the development of their relationship. maybe i’ll continue? who knows?

“i get kakashi sensei being this late, but where's naruto?”

“probably drank spoiled milk again.”

sakura smiled at sasuke's comment. she wasn't used to being alone with him. she didn't want to annoy him and say something stupid, but this made her too afraid to say anything at all.

“are you okay?”

she quickly turned her head. sasuke hadn't made any attempt to talk to her today. instead he'd been leaning against the wall, patiently waiting for kakashi sensei. but now, he'd stepped forward and was standing right beside her. sakura could feel her face turn red as blood rushed to her cheeks.

“i'm fine, why do you ask?” she answered, her eyes focused on her feet as she traced imaginary lines on the ground to keep from looking at the uchiha.

“well, you've never been this quiet before.”

“i just.. didn't want to annoy you.”

cha, why would you say that?? sakura internally regretted her response almost immediately.

sakura looked over at the boy beside her. he had a small smile on his face—it was more of a smirk, really—as he looked across from them at the rising sun. sasuke didn't smile often, not unless naruto was around. even then, it was typically as a result of his (unlikely) friend acting like an idiot. but he'd never smiled at sakura this way before.

“you don't annoy me, sakura.” sasuke said, keeping his eyes forward, perhaps to avoid meeting sakura's. “i mean, you did at one point, but...”

sasuke paused, as if searching for the right words to use. they'd been on the same team for almost two months now and had been on dozens of missions together. sakura had gotten to know sasuke better and her childhood crush on him was beginning to feel like something more than a simple crush with every passing day, though he never showed interest in being closer to her outside of team 7. he turned to look at her before speaking once more.

“you're my friend, sakura.”

a wave of disbelief and elation fell over sakura. it wasn't like he was confessing his love for her, but it was a start. it could be the start of something.

realizing she'd been smiling at sasuke for an almost awkward amount of time, sakura let out a short breath, blushing at the ground before looking up in the direction sasuke had been looking a moment before. “i'm glad you think of me that way,” she whispered.

i could think of you as more than just a friend, sasuke thought to himself.

it was too soon for him to see her as more than that, but he knew he was capable of falling for her if he wasn't careful. he had things more important than love to think about. and he knew that if he were to love sakura, it would only bring her pain.

still, he couldn't help noticing how pretty she was. her emerald eyes and long pink hair were more than enough to get any guy's attention. but she only wanted his.

initially, he'd thought her crush on him was silly. how could anyone love him the way he was. yet, she did. she still did. she'd spent months with him on team 7 and still liked him. she and naruto cared for him for than anyone. sasuke was well aware of this. he knew that if faced with the choice, both his comrades would, without a moment's hesitation, risk their lives for him.

and i'd give my life for them, too.

he looked at sakura once more, watching as she balanced her weight on one leg, then the other. “kakashi sensei could be awhile longer, we should sit down.”

sasuke sat on the ground, resting his back against the wall. sakura took a seat beside him, hesitating for a second before deciding to rest her head on sasuke's shoulder. not expecting this, he flinched. like most of his reactions, it was subtle. although sakura didn't quite notice it, she did feel him tense up, only for a moment.

sasuke looked at the girl beside him. he wondered what it'd be like if he could allow himself to fall for her; if he could reciprocate her feelings without fear of hurting her. as silly as he felt, imagining a life where the pinkette beside him was someone he could call his… the thought relaxed him.

“next time, we should show up late. that'll show them.”

sasuke laughed quietly, “no matter how late we are, i'm sure we'll still be earlier than kakashi sensei.”

“although, it is nice to have some peace and quiet...”

still allowing his mind to wander, sasuke silently agreed.

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butterflybam · 2 years

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Jaehyun oneshot

An: this is my first time writing in awhile, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit rusty. I'm hoping to get back into it.

Warning: Angst.

Word count: 858

Gif credit to original owner

It was never easy seeing your ex, especially after a rough break up. The kind that has you both crying and heartbroken. It definitely wasn't any better seeing him next to someone new. This person was latched onto his arm, wearing a bright smile that matched his.

You remember that night like it was yesterday. Jaehyun came home from work, clearly exhausted, but your pent-up rage erupted without a second thought. You were frustrated that it seemed like you were the only one doing anything and how he wouldn't help. No matter how many promises he made to help it never seemed to get done. You were beyond frustrated especially after having a tough day at work as well. You also wished you hadn't said anything but it was already too late. The argument started with the dishes not being done, leading to him admitting that he felt suffocated every time he stepped foot in the shared apartment.

Hurtful words were exchanged between both parties. It was too far gone and no apology would heal the hurt caused. Then the words "I'm breaking up with you" were said. For awhile, you couldn't remember who had been the one to actually say it, but you were positive it was Jaehyun. As he packed his belongings and you curled up on the couch, tears flowed. Neither one of you said anything as he left, knowing it would only cause more pain.

You haven't seen him since. He came to collect the rest of his stuff when you were gone.

In that moment at the small cafe, you could tell he was happier than when he was with you. Or so it seemed. You definitely wanted to be happy for him because he deserved better, but there was still a dull ache.

You had been so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the woman sitting across from you.

"Earth to Y/n?" The voice broke you from your thoughts. Jeongyeon was staring at you before following your gaze, and once she saw him, she focused her attention back on you. Do you want to go? Or what? " She asked.

This finally broke your concentration. You finally looked at your friend, and you could see a look of sympathy. She had been there with you during that first week.

You were grateful to her for taking care of you. In all honesty, if it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have been able to move on. She was the one to help you realize that it was both of you who were at fault for the relationship ending. She made you realize that sometimes things just happen and we can't control them.

"No, we can stay. There is no sense of running away forever. " You finally answered.

Jeongyeon smiled at this before taking a drink of her tea. Today is such a beautiful day. I'm just glad I finally have a day off for once. My boss has been working me to the bone. "

You tried so hard to focus on what she was saying, but you could feel your attention being drawn away from her and back to him. This time, when you looked, he was all alone. His smile was gone too. Were they as happy as they appeared? You had to shake the thought away. Of course, he wasn't smiling all the time; no one does that.

Forcing your attention back, you could tell Jeongyeon hadn't noticed you had stopped paying attention. That's when I knew he was a jerk. Seriously, who does that? Does it appear that I have all the time in the world? " She finished saying,

From context, you could tell she was referring to her boss. You're aware of how much he overworked her and how unfair it was. At that moment, you could tell how tired she was. Even if it was her off day, she was still stressed over work.

"I could kick his butt for you."

This caused her to let out a laugh, a very genuine one at that. It made you smile to see that you could cheer her up a bit in return.

Once she composed herself, she waved her hand. "As entertaining as that sounds, you'd better not. I don't have that much money to bail you out." She smirked. "We should go and see a movie after this. It's been awhile. "

Before you could say anything, you saw him walking past you. He was walking hand in hand with his new partner. He never even acknowledged you; it was like you didn't even exist.

Shaking your head, you let out a heavy sigh. Looking at Jeongyeon, you could tell she noticed it as well. She opened her mouth to say something, but you ended up stopping her.

"What movie did you want to watch?"

You could tell the question had caught her off guard. But she went along with it, and she pulled out her phone to look for showings.

You knew that even acknowledging that would only hurt you more. You were tired of hurting and wanted to officially move on and be happy like he so clearly was.

But unknown to you, Jaehyun had been sneaking glances at you as well. While he was walking by, he really wanted to say something. Instead, he kept his head held high and forced himself out the door. As they passed by the glass window, he snuck one more glance, knowing that he would probably never see you again.

#nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun oneshot

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starshiningsirius · 3 years

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Attention seeker (Yandere Vil x reader)

The beautiful Queen's birthday, now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go pull for his card.

Edit: I have failed and my disappointment is immeasurable. There's always Ruggie then.

A new first year to Pomifore who doesn't look like a potato face in Vil's eyes is rare. Something about her screams perfection and beauty in every way.

He never hears her talk much but she does as she's told. Her grades are always 100 marks never below that number. It amazed him how she didn't wear makeup but still looked like an angel sent down from above. When the freshmen were taught etiquette, she had no trouble at all.

What confused him the most was that she never mentioned anything regarding his beauty. Like maybe he had gotten some new makeup and graciously flaunted it to the whole dorm. She happened to be sitting in the dorm lounge and didn't bat an eye toward him, everyone else was mesmerised by his beauty except her.

Rook had to comment on his idol's sudden interest with the female.

"Roi de poison, you seem to be very interested in that freshman. She does seem like she's got something special to her doesn't she?"

"Yes, find out what you can about her." Vil was busy putting on his makeup but Rook noticed how his tone had shifted ever so slightly.

"As you wish Roi de Poison."

Rook only did as he was told though with an underlying excitement to it. It was for Vil after all and he could tell that this would go well in his twisted mind.

When Rook arrived back again, he had a surplus of info on her. From her favorite color to her daily routine. Vil noted everything he said to him about her.

She would cook for herself in the dorm's kitchen every morning for both lunch and breakfast. She never visits the cafeteria and always eats something healthy complimenting her physique. She even follows the facial routine Vil told everyone to do. When he mentions that she tutors Epel and she only spends time with him that immediately makes Vil's face turn into a frown.

He orders Rook to go and get Epel before he could even let him finish his findings. When he does come back with him Vil puts on a calm facade to mask his overwhelming envy toward the boy. He pretty much interrogates him seeing as Epel has no other choice he answers honestly.

Epel knows that charming smile on his dorm leader's face. He knew what happens when someone angers him. He could still feel the sting that had implanted itself in his memory after the blonde had slapped him for something minor.

All his questions pertained to his childhood friend. From her personality to what he knew about her that Rook didn't say to him already. He took in every bit of information. It only made him fall deeper into his obsession.

Though the fact stood out that Vil had fallen for a country bumpkin, he couldn't care less.

He just had to get her attention, after all.

* * *

"Vil senpai, is there something you need of me?"

He was outside her room door, one would say he was absolutely giddy at his plan he had concocted. Seeing her up close was even more exciting since he could take in every detail more than the pictures Rook had took of her.

"Seeing as you work so hard, I'm offering you a chance no one else gets you get to be my new makeup model! I need someone with your beauty almost as radiant as my own to test out some new makeup I ordered! I know this is such a gracious offer, so tomorrow at three after class meet me-"

"Excuse me, Vil senpai but I have to decline, it would be a waste of my time as well as yours. I ever so deeply apologize for wasting your time but I have to studying to do. Farewell." She shut the door softly leaving Vil shocked seeing as he was denied and put off to side like something to be forgotten.

That shock soon faded into pure rage. He was just denied with an opportunity as good as what he offered she could've become the talk of all social media with just one picture on his magicam page. Now that he thinks about it though, he didn't want that. All of your attention would be held up by strangers, your beauty would be flaunted off for the world to see. He's glad you denied before it could ever reach that point.

He still wanted your attention though. No, at this point he needed it. To just be forgotten just like when he plays the villain is not something he's fond of.

* * *

Y/n had been nervous as she felt like Rook had been following her for a few days and even though it had stopped altogether, she still couldn't help but be weary of her surroundings. Her vice dorm leader was always strange but it led to the question why was she the target of his interest now?

Vil had gained some strange interest in her as well and it made no sense as to why. She wasn't that special, certainly not at all in her standards. But at the present moment she didn't have the time to worry about that.

She had to go meet Epel again to tutor him in potions in the lab. They both grew up in the Village of Harvest together so they look after one another of course being good friends. Epel knows Y/n's reseved nature as well as how hardworking she is. She admires his determination just as he admires how she sees him for who he is which is thankfully not a girl. That's how the two have always been and now they both went to the same school.

She'd usually eat her lunch there before starting to mix any potions as to not accidentally mess up anything so she took a seat in the nearest chair that wasn't the teacher's desk and started eating.

Zucchini linguine was on the menu for today eating it slow with a fork not once making any slurping sounds. She noted that their was a slight difference in taste than what she was used too, considering she had made this before time and time again.

After awhile of waiting and already finishing her food she noticed that Epel hadn't arrived yet and usually he'd text if he were to be late. She found it strange, but something temporarily took her mind off it.

Her mind started to grow hazy and her eyes were growing blurry. Soon enough her body started to sway and the fork that was placed in the open container on her lap fell to the floor. Before she knew it she fell right with it feeling so dizzy all of a sudden. Her mind could process hearing for just a second, it sounded like the door.

Whispering quiet pleas was all she could do hoping it was Epel that could help him. She only saw a glimpse of purple robes, possibly nail polished fingers, and heard a few words as well as a pair of heels clicking against the floor before her mind completely shut off.

"You will give me your attention, even if I have to take you away."

* * *

Golden chains glittering, moved along with the captive that was awoken with a start.

The velvet sheets that had been neatly placed on her shifted as the chains rattled. She felt her wrists feeling the cold smooth metal on them. She immediately panicked even though she was usually calm and collected her mind just couldn't comprehend the situation. Never had she experienced anything similar to this.

She examined the walls and noticed that she was in Pomeifore, the elegant wallpaper had clued in on it. There was a dresser and a vanity next to it with all sorts of makeup neatly organized. It all looked so expensive just like the gold chains. The dread in her body had multiplied when she realized who it could be.

The room was much more luxurious then her own room. It could only be one person.

Vil Schoenheit.

As if on cue he walked in, with his manicured nails, crown on his head, and purple tipped locks accompanied by blonde roots. It only made him even more ecstatic to see her finally pay attention to him. He walked closer to her seeing her watch his every move for the first time since probably the day of the opening ceremony where he lectured the first years on Pomeifore etiquette.

When he finally reached her he lifted her chin and made her look him in the eyes.

"I want all of your attention to be on me my dear. I don't mind keeping you here to get it."

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#vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere vil schoenheit #epel felmier #rook hunt

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agustdiv1ne · 4 years

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veloxrotaphobia (m) — smg

veloxrotaphobia - the fear of rollercoasters

pairing: song mingi x f!reader

genre: s2l au, fluff, smut

wc: 5.2k

synopsis: your fear of rollercoasters may have been severe, but you still didn't know if you wanted to beat your friend's ass for abandoning you on that death machine, or to thank her for it.

warnings: 18+, dom!mingi, sub!reader, car sex, unprotected sex, fingering, size kink, mingi has a big dick i don't make the rules, choking, riding, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise, teasing, light spanking, creampie

note: i had a lot of fun writing this! it was sitting in my google drive for a couple weeks with absolutely no plan, then i realized that his birthday was coming up and i went 'oh shit!' and got hella inspired. this fic is lowkey my baby now so i hope you like it :')))

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"rise and shine, y/n!" your friend and roommate, jia, sang as she shook you awake.

you groaned as she opened your curtains to let more light in. that damned sunlight. you would have given your entire bank account to never see it again.

"why are you so loud? and why are you waking me up at eight in the morning on a saturday?" you scowled at her. how she was so energetic in the morning, you'd never know.

"hey, i'm not that loud," she grinned, "we're going to the amusement park in an hour, so get your ass up. i know how long you take to get ready."

your groggy eyes shot open. no way in hell were you going to an amusement park.

"i never agreed to that, so no," you said as you buried yourself back into your soft covers, hoping to go back to sleep.

"nope, you're coming with me! i already bought the tickets, and you wouldn't wanna waste my money, would you?" she pouted at you before ripping the covers off of your curled up form.

"ugh, fine. i'll go, but you owe me," you grunted unhappily as you crawled out of your bed and trudged towards your closet, fingers trying to untangle the bird's nest you called hair.

jia ignored your complaints and turned to walk out of your room, "wear something cute, hoe. i'm not going out with you looking like a hobo."

you glared at her, "i dress perfectly fine thank you very mu-" she shut your bedroom door in your face, interrupting your objection. you sighed. you loved her, but she got on your nerves sometimes.

the sun's blazing hot rays beat down on you, and you were glad you put on sunscreen because you would have looked like a burnt chicken nugget by lunchtime if you hadn't. the rollercoasters towered over you, and just looking at them made you queasy. you absolutely despised those metal things. it was an irrational fear, of course, but a fear nonetheless.

as you entered the amusement park, you began picking at your fingernails, something you tended to do when you got nervous. you hoped jia remembered your fear, because she sure as hell wasn't getting you on any of those death machines any time soon.

you trailed behind jia as she excitedly skipped to the tackily decorated booth for game and ride tickets, watching as she handed the money to the unenthusiastic teenager manning it. as she skipped back to where you stood, tickets in hand, she stumbled, almost face planting into the asphalt. you giggled, watching as she walked up to you with a playful glare on her face.

"hey, don't laugh at me! i could have died!" she exaggerated, making you snort.

"i mean, you didn't, so let me make fun of you, dumbass," you replied, laughing slightly, before taking some of the tickets from her, "i hope you know i'm not going on any of those damn death traps, by the way. i'm not trying to die today."

you didn't like the devious look she shot your way after you said that, "sure, y/n. you keep saying that."

you and her walked around for awhile, stopping to play some of the cliche, rigged carnival games that you could never win. you and jia made bets for each game, and whoever did better could make the loser do pretty much anything. you had beaten her most of the games, given how she was miserable at doing anything that involved coordination and aim. the bets started with food and drinks, then five dollar bills, then, as you sipped the blue raspberry slushie she bought you after she lost at the balloon pop stand, she suggested something completely, utterly stupid.

"i have an idea-"

"oh god, you know it's the end of the world when you have an idea," you teasingly interrupted her with a grin on your face.

"shut up, hear me out. since you've pretty much won every god damn bet we've placed, we should raise the stakes a little bit," she waggled her eyebrows, making you choke on your slushie, "if i win this next game, you have to ride one rollercoa-"

"no way in fucking hell am i agreeing to that, ji."

"come onnnnnn!" she whined, grabbing and lightly shaking your arm, "you've beaten me every time, so you're probably gonna win the next one anyway. besides, if you win, i'll get a you a fifty dollar gift card to that one shitty boba place you love," she sing-songed, raising her dark eyebrows at you expectedly.

the offer was tempting. you were basically guaranteed a win since jia's skills were much lower than average. and hey, free boba? you really couldn't say no to that.

"fine, you're on."

you lost. of course you fucking lost.

you didn't know how jia did it. had she hidden her secret ring toss skills from you? or did she just get lucky? you guess it didn't matter because either way, you were fucked.

as you stood in line, jia by your side, the bright green rollercoaster towered above you. you heard the screams of the current riders, and that just made your hands shake even more. you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, and your stomach started hurting, your anxiety twisting your insides a hundred times over.

jia turned towards you, grabbing your shoulders, "hey, look at me. you'll be fine, y/n. maybe if you ride one, you won't be as scared anymore!"

"that's a hard maybe, ji. i know i have to go through with it since i lost the bet, so let me freak out, it makes me feel better."

she didn't say anything after that, just nodding and turning forwards again. the line moved forward, and after a few minutes you were at the front.

jia made you sit first. an employee strapped you in, putting in place the proper restraints that didn't make your stomach feel any better. as you got strapped in, you heard jia's voice.

"have fun, y/n! don't be scared!" she shouted as she walked away from the ride, you know, like a traitor.

"wait, what the fuck? i thought you were gonna ride it with me!" you started to panic. why the hell was she leaving you to ride alone?

"i never said i would, hoe. good luck, you got this!" she finally walked away. in your panicked state, you hadn't realized that the seat next to you had been occupied by a guy who looked around your age. you turned your head towards him, and your panicked eyes found his.

"hi i'm probably gonna start crying once this ride starts just so you know," you rambled quickly to the boy next to you, continuing to freak out. he looked at you, concerned, before replying in a deep voice.

"uh, hi. i'm mingi."

you shot him a nervous smile before turning to face the front again, your right leg bouncing and your shaking hands gripping the neon green over-the-shoulder restraints, which was the only thing, besides the cloth seatbelt, that was going to prevent you from falling off this god damn death trap.

fuck.

he glanced over at your quaking form again, before clearing his throat. you looked over at him with wide, nervous eyes.

he opened his mouth to speak again, "do you, uh, wanna hold my hand or something? you look kinda terrified."

"i-i'd honestly like that. thank you," your voice quaked. it was nice of him to do that, given you were a complete stranger. you appreciated it.

"no problem," he grabbed your hand and oh shit, his hands were gigantic. they dwarfed yours by a long shot.

temporarily distracted from the death machine you currently sat in, you marvelled at how big his hands were. then, the ride began, and you were thrown headfirst into your anxiety again. your eyes immediately squeezed shut, and you squeezed mingi's hand hard. your grip kind of hurt his own hand, but hey, anything to comfort the cute stranger next to him.

over the creaking of the starting ride, you heard him say, "keep your eyes closed, okay? i won't let anything happen to you."

you nodded rapidly, still gripping his hand and taking a deep, stuttering breath. the rollercoaster slowly climbed the first hill, and you felt it stop for a split second before you were plummeting down the other side. you heard mingi yell, laughing as the adrenaline rush hit him. you squeezed his hand again, and this time, he squeezed your hand back. though your heart continued to race, your anxiety somewhat lessened due to mingi's presence.

the next thing you knew, the ride was over, and your hair was windswept to hell. as the restraints lifted, you realized that you were still holding mingi's hand and quickly released it, unbuckling your seatbelt and trying to fix your hair. he got out first, being the one closest to the exit platform. he turned back around and extended his hand towards you, a silent offer to help you out of the car. you took it, grinning gratefully. your legs were still wobbly, however, and you landed right into his chest, his big hands on your waist to stabilize you. you felt your face go hot.

"ah shit, sorry," you laughed awkwardly as you lightly pushed yourself away from his chest. you looked up him. shit, he was cute and tall? you were done for. somehow not stuttering, you continued, "thank you for helping me out back there. i owe you."

"it's no problem, really. i never got your name, though," he tilted his head as he walked next to you.

"oh! my name's y/n. and really, i still feel like i owe you. can i buy you food or something?" you asked him.

"if you really think you owe me something, then how about you spend the rest of the day with me?"

you looked at him owlishly before you heard jia's voice yelling at you, "hey, y/n! how was it?" she stopped in front of you before glancing at the tall boy beside you, "and who's this?"

"uh, this is mingi. he sat next to me on the ride," you answered, looking over at him. he smiled back at you.

she grinned at you, "one second, mingi. i need to talk to her real quick."

"alright," he replied as jia dragged you a few feet away.

"bitch, he's hot! you're lucky i left your ass!" she whispered loudly, eyebrows raised.

you glared at her, "shut up! he can probably hear you."

she ignored you, "did he do anything during the ride? did you get his number? aren't you glad i beat your ass at ring toss? you got a mans now!"

"he isn't my 'mans,'" you huffed, then mumbled out, "he offered to hold my hand the whole time because someone decided to abandon me. and no, i didn't get his number yet, but he asked me to spend the rest of the day with him."

"bitch!" she shouted excitedly, eyes wide. you quickly covered her mouth, eyes flitting to mingi as he stood there with an amused smile on his face.

"shut up! and besides, i came here with you, i kinda got to stay with you," you said.

"like hell you do, you're going with him," she shot back, "just let me know if he's being a creep, i'll come beat his ass." how she would beat his ass, you had no idea. he was at least a foot taller than her.

"alright, fine. i'll let you know if he does anything," you replied, hugging her.

"see you, hoe! have fun!" she said loudly as she pushed you back towards mingi before walking away.

you walked back towards mingi, who was laughing his ass off, "your friend is something else, y/n."

"she's very...eccentric, but she gave me her blessing to spend the rest of the day with you. just don't do anything stupid because she threatened to beat your ass," you giggled.

at that, he threw his head back and chortled, "don't worry, i wasn't planning on it." he took your hand in his again, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme today. you didn't mind at all, you actually quite liked it.

you two rode some of the smaller rides, like the merry-go-round that was full of children and their parents. you two paid no mind to the stares of the parents around you as you sat on one of the gaudy metal horses. mingi held your waist from behind you. you giggled as he tickled your ribs, trying to slap his hands away. you had just met him, but you two already felt like a couple, oddly enough.

throughout the day, you two would go snack on fair food. you were shocked at how much he could eat, but then again, he was a guy, a tall one at that. he literally ate a mountain of fries, a churro, a milkshake, and two hot dogs in front of you in one sitting. you also shared a funnel cake. you found it pretty impressive.

he also brought you to a few of the game booths. he hadn't won at any of them, but you hadn't either, so both of you complained of how it was rigged, pouting when you couldn't pop a single balloon at the balloon pop booth.

"those darts had to be dulled down, i swear," you sulked. you just wanted a stuffed animal, dammit.

"they were. you hit the balloon square on twice and it didn't even pop," he replied, patting your head.

you groaned, "i just want a stuffed animal, is that so much to ask?"

"bet i can win you one at the basketball booth," he smirked, "you can count on me." you two walked over there, gave the employee some of the tickets you had taken from jia, and you watched as mingi started shooting at the hoop.

he missed every shot, and you wheezed.

after he was done, he pouted at you, "don't laugh at me! i tried! the shitty thing is rigged!"

you two walked away, and you kept laughing until he picked you up, holding you with one arm hooked under your legs and the other supporting your back. you squeaked, taken by surprise, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"mingi, what are you doing?" you stared at him with a dumbstruck grin on your face. you don't think you've stopped smiling since you started spending the day with him. it was already dark, and while you were getting tired, you didn't want this day with mingi to end. the rides and booths had turned on their bright, neon lights, painting you and mingi in pink and green.

"i'm taking you to the ferris wheel, duh. we gotta see this park from the top," he tossed you slightly in the air, making you squeal.

"don't do that! you're gonna drop me!" you squeaked.

he gasped in fake offense, "i would never." you had reached the line for the ferris wheel, so he gently let you down, grabbing your hand once again. you cuddled into his side. you regretted not bringing a jacket as the cold wind picked up, and your shorts and t-shirt weren't helping.

mingi noticed, shaking you from his arm before taking off and putting his purple jacket on you. you frowned, "won't you be cold?"

"nah, i'm okay. you can have it," he said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, now only in a white t-shirt and light wash jeans. he looked amazing, and your stomach had butterflies as you took in his appearance.

"take a picture, sweetheart. it'll last longer," he teased. your face went warm, but you didn't say anything and just buried your head in his chest.

you reached the front of the line, and were guided into the passenger car by an employee. you sat knee to knee with mingi, and due to the lack of room, mingi settled his large hand on your thigh. a small amount of arousal shot through your system. his fingers were so long, encasing your thigh. shit.

you shook your head, trying to clear your mind of unholy thoughts. mingi had moved his arm around your shoulders instead, and you were grateful. that made it easier to not think about what else he could do with those hand-

god dammit.

you leaned your head against his chest, cuddling into him. he pulled you closer, loving how you looked in his jacket.

"you know, i've never been on a ferris wheel," you said.

mingi's eyes widened, "wait, never? your friend hadn't even taken you on it today?"

"nope, we were making bets at the game booths the whole time. i lost the very last one and had to go on that metal death trap we met on. i didn't even get my boba gift card," you sighed.

"do you regret it? coming today?" he asked.

"i mean, i don't regret it now. i got to meet you, even if it was on that death trap," you glanced up at him shyly. he grinned down at you, his biggest smile yet, before bringing his lips to your forehead and planting a kiss there. you reciprocated but with one on his cheek, and snuggled back into his chest. you had reached the top of the wheel, and it had stopped. you looked out over the dark sky, the bright lights below staining your vision rainbow.

once the ride was over, you walked around for a while more. as you talked, you felt like you've known him for years. his goofy and caring personality brought out you out of your shell so easily. you liked it. you liked him.

the time came where the park was closing. you knew jia had left already since she had texted you. mingi offered to give you a ride, and you accepted. you trusted mingi, but to be safe, you shot a text to jia.

'hey, i'm leaving with mingi. if you don't hear from me/see me by noon tomorrow call the police lol"

she replied immediately with, 'got it, be careful. love u hoe" you told her you loved her too before locking your phone.

you two walked through the parking lot, until mingi stopped in front of an old, dark blue chevy tahoe. it was scratched in a few places, and the tires were balding, but it seemed so mingi that you couldn't bring yourself to care.

he rubbed the back of his neck, "i know it's not the nicest car. my parents decided to get me an older one because i might have scraped their bmw against the curb more than a few times." he snickered after saying that.

"i think it suits you," you giggled back as he opened the passenger door, "such a gentleman."

"anything for you, sweetheart," he replied as he shut the door, walking around to the other side to hop in the driver's seat. it smelled like fries and old spice, but you weren't complaining. it smelled like mingi.

he rested his hand on your thigh once again, and those thoughts from earlier came back. he glanced at you, before asking you if you wanted to go look at the stars. you accepted, and he drove to a point looking over the town. as he parked the car, you noticed a few other cars there, probably teenagers getting shitfaced on either drugs or alcohol, or both. whatever. mingi had parked as far away from them as he could. as you sat there, you rested your hand on top of his on your thigh. rap music played lowly from the old stereo. right now it was a song you didn't know, but it seemed that mingi did as his fingers tapped to the beat on your thigh. you two looked out of the car at the sky, the stars visible due to the lack of light pollution.

you looked over at him, "you know, i had a really good time with you today. i feel like we've known each other forever, even if it has been like nine hours since i met you."

"i feel the same. when i went to that park with my friends, i didn't know i would be meeting a cute girl on a rollercoaster," he said, "i'm glad it turned out this way. i really like you, and i really, really wanna kiss you right now."

"then why don't you?" you asked him. he stared at you for a couple of seconds before he leaned over and captured your lips in a soft kiss. it lasted a few seconds before he broke away, lips just barely touching yours. you dove in this time, pressing harder against his lips, making him groan. he squeezed your thigh, making you take a sharp breath, before moving his seat back.

sensing what he wanted, you climbed over the center console and straddled his lap. his hands found your hips, squeezing them as his lips met yours again. the languid kisses on top of his long fingers spread across your hips made you dizzy, it made you feel so small. subconsciously, you started grinding down on him, a whimper leaving your throat. he pulled his lips away, making you let out desperate whine. the sounds coming out of your mouth were already so sinful, he wondered what you would sound like if he pounded into you.

"climb in the back, sweetheart," he huskily whispered. you nodded, your breath caught in your throat. his deep, raspy voice sent shocks straight to your core.

as you landed on the backseat, you watched as mingi climbed his way back as well. you were glad his car was spacious, because he was a giant.

he settled himself in the seat next to you before pulling you onto his lap again. before you could kiss him again, he asked, "are sure you want to do this, sweetheart? you can back out at any time, you know."

"i would have stopped you much earlier if i didn't want this. now kiss me," you breathily replied before closing the gap yet again. his hands traveled to your ass, pinching it. you yelped slightly, making him laugh into your mouth.

"don't do that," you whined, embarrassed.

"you make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart, i can't help it," he smirked up at you, and your face flushed. you were glad it was so dark, as your cheeks were probably stained a bright scarlet.

you slipped the jacket he gave you off, and he brought his hands to the hem of you shirt, a silent plea to take it off. you started lifting it up, and he finished removing it. his hands traced up your back, sending shivers down your spine, before unhooking your bra. as your bra fell off of your chest, he took your right nipple in his mouth, laving his tongue around it. you shuddered as pleasure was sent straight to your core. you could feel your panties getting wetter as he continued his ministrations.

you shuddered and pulled at his shirt, "take this off, it's unfair you're still fully clothed."

he breathed out a laugh before pulling his shirt over his head, his toned body now on display. he moved his lips to your neck, leaving small hickies. you moaned as he brought one of his hands up to your chest, rolling your nipple between two of his long fingers. you grinded down onto him. he moaned loudly.

his hands rested on your hips for a moment, before he moved them to the button of your shorts. you maneuvered yourself so that it was easier to slip them off as he pulled then down the expanse of your legs. you felt mingi's fingers trace over your panties.

he groaned, "you're soaking through your panties, sweetheart. is this all for me?"

"y-yes! just for you," you panted, trying to grind down on his fingers. he quickly slipped your panties off. you grabbed his wrist, bringing his fingers to your lips before enveloping them in your mouth. his eyes widened in lust.

his voice deepened as he spoke, "you like my fingers, hm?" you didn't answer, and he swatted your ass, making you gasp around his fingers, "answer me, sweetheart. what do you like about them?"

"i-i like how big and long t-they are," you stuttered out, embarrassed at your confession.

"oh really? do you want my big, long fingers inside your pussy?" the dirty words coming from his lips made your eyes roll back, and you nodded your head yes.

"please," you breathed out. he brought his hand down to your thigh and squeezed, murmuring out a 'good girl,' before slipping his middle finger into you.

"mm, you're so tight baby, clenching around just one of my fingers. how are you supposed to take my big cock when you can barely take a single finger?" he slowly began pumping his finger in and out, and you keened at his words. he loved how responsive you were, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like how much smaller you were compared to him.

you gripped his shoulders, trying to keep yourself upright despite the onslaught of pleasure. you felt him prod a second finger at your entrance before you felt a burning stretch. it felt euphoric.

he began pumping his fingers faster. at one point, he hit that one spot inside you and you saw stars. he noticed your reaction, "right there, sweetheart? that feels good, huh?" you let out a pitchy 'mhm' as he hit the same spot over and over again. you ground your hips down onto his fingers, making them hit even deeper inside of your pussy. you were getting close, letting out breathy whines with every thrust. he began rubbing your neglected clit with his thumb, and you sobbed, now just barely holding on.

"please, o-oh fuck, i'm sososo close- ah!" you were caught off guard when he slapped your ass again, and you were sent reeling, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashed down on you. your body shook above him, his fingers continuing to slowly push into you as you rode out your high. your breaths were irregular, and you whimpered when he finally pulled his fingers out, lamenting the fact that you felt so empty now.

you sat there with your head resting on mingi's shoulder, trying to catch your breath. you maintained your grip on his biceps as you reigned in your breathing.

"you cum so prettily, sweetheart," he whispered, hands rubbing your hips as you slowly came back down. you whimpered, grinding down on his still clothed dick. you wanted him inside you now.

"you're so needy, baby. i just made you cum and you already want my cock inside you?" his jeans rubbed against your clit as he grinded up against you, and your breath caught in your throat. you whispered out a 'yes, please," as you removed your hands from his shoulders, bringing them down to the button of his jeans. you teasingly palmed his cock, making him groan, "quit teasing, sweetheart."

you complied, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before he pulled them down just low enough to let his cock spring out. looking down, your eyes widened. he was fucking gigantic. his dick was long and girthy, and you had no idea how the fuck he was going to fit inside you.

your thoughts were interrupted by him speaking. "shit, i don't have a condom," he realized while he looked up at you straddling him.

"i'm on birth control, don't worry about it," you giggled before grinding down on his hard cock that currently rested on his stomach.

"oh, thank fucking god," he growled, his voice becoming even deeper, if that was possible. he grabbed his dick, guiding it to your entrance, and you slowly began to sink down, shutting your eyes at the intense stretch.

"ngh, f-fuck," you cried as he finally bottomed out inside of you. you clenched around him, and he groaned.

"don't do that, sweetheart. i'll cum right away," he breathed as your warm, wet walls sucked him in further.

you were on the verge of tears, the combination of his dirty words and how full you felt making your mind foggy. you felt him bring his hands to your waist, starting lift you and bring you back down on his cock, your quaking legs too weak to ride him properly.

"good girl, sweetheart. you're so small and pliant for me, aren't you?" he grunted as he guided your body up and down on his cock, gripping your waist tightly. you could hear the squelching coming from your pussy as you rode him, making you eyes roll back into your head. his words made you clench hard around him, and he moaned, "you like being called small? you're my small little baby, huh?"

"so big, ah, s-so full," you said as you nodded rapidly, before you whimpering loudly, "p-please choke me." you wanted to feel his long fingers wrapped around your throat so badly. he dragged his hand up your body before landing on your throat, his long fingers wrapping around it with ease. he squeezed, making your breath stutter and your walls tighten.

"mmm, you really like that, huh baby? my big hand wrapped around your tiny little throat? i could break you so easily, you want that?" he was getting close, and he knew his words would help push you over the edge.

"a-ah! yes p-please," tears ran down your face as the knot in your lower stomach wound impossibly tight. he brought his other hand down to your clit, rubbing quick circles around it as your body began to quake. then, you snapped. your moans grew louder and your fingers dug into his shoulders as your vision turned white.

your walls fluttered around him, and he dug his feet into the car floor before bucking up into you. "where, shit- where do you want me to cum, baby?" he asked as he pounded into you, hand still gripping your throat, making you deliciously lightheaded.

"fuck, mm, c-cum inside me," your body becoming sensitive as he continued to thrust up into you. his eyes widened. you looked so fucked out, so ruined. he slammed deep inside you and let out a long groan as he came. you felt warm spurts of his cum hit your walls and you felt a final orgasm rip through your body. he let out a feral noise as your walls held a vice grip around him, more cum spurting out of his dick. it leaked out of your sensitive hole from around his now softening cock. he looked down at where it was leaking, he had never seen such a beautiful sight like that before.

he pulled out of you, and you whimpered, the fullness you felt now gone. he shushed you, before allowing you to remain on his lap, you eyes closed as exhaustion finally hit you. he panted, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing one hand up to pet your hair. you sat in silence for a couple minutes before he broke it.

"this is backwards as hell, but can i take you out to dinner sometime?" he asked, slightly repositioning himself on the gray cloth seat below you two.

a tired laugh left your mouth, "i'd really love that."

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Crescendo | Kang Yeosang

summary — The beating of a heart is like a crescendo, screaming louder and louder in one's chest until it's reached maximum capacity, and you’re about ready to burst.

word count — 8.6k words

pairing — yeosang x female!reader

genre —violinist + college au, band au there if you look around a little bit, fluff with like a hint of angst in the later parts

disclaimer — SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT,,, this is more of prologue than anything tbh. also I have almost zero knowledge on college and violins so if this is horrible I’m so sorry. also typos. lots of typos.

part I | part II | part III

There was just something about summer that you liked so much. You just couldn't exactly put your finger on what.

Maybe you liked the sunny days that it would bring? The giant ball of light in the sky beaming down at full power onto every human in sight. It would illuminate the world with a golden glow, bringing out the more natural and earthy colors hidden from the other seasons. The heat would call for unplanned trips to the cool waters and hot sand of the beaches or a quickly made dash to the nearest frozen ice cream shop. Perhaps it was because there was no more school, no more time needed to spend on slaving away for hours at a desk just to not retain any knowledge given.

Or maybe you liked it because it was the time you’d see children the happiest. Every time you biked along the sidewalk to and from your home you’d come across a playground almost always filled to the brim with the joyous sounds of laughter. Children scattered around the playgrounds like little ants to a picnic, grabbing whatever they found the most intriguing for the day. Some would be swinging, some would be sliding, some would even be chasing each other around without any of the equipment catching their attention at all.

However, there was a possibility that you enjoyed the summertime because of the theater your town held. It wasn't very big compared to the ones that could be found in the big cities of your country, but it was nice nonetheless.

There were white walls lined with a fake golden trim along the floors, bright lights nearly blinding one as they walked inside of the theater for the first time. There was a slightly smaller stage than normal, not too tiny but definitely smaller than you’d seen in the more famous theaters. The seats weren't in their traditional curved angles either. They were in neat straight rows leading all the way to the back of the theater where the volunteer tech crew would operate behind the scenes.

Every year your high school would hold recitals for their students in that theater. They would use these performances as a way to showcase their students' growing talents in the art of music or to spotlight their shyer students who never had gotten a chance to show everyone what they were made of. You weren’t in any sort of music group nor did you know how to play any instruments, so you never participated. But you did show up to every recital you could.

When you were in tour first year the only reason you had attended the performance was because your English teacher had promised to raise their overall grade for the year if they did. You were a decent student, overall you had average grades but wasn't the most outstanding person in your class. A few extra points to curve your grades were always appreciated so you had planned on attending the performance.

You had tried to grab a couple of friends to go with you, but all of them coward out when they got the chance. Some would say they were too busy, some would outright tell you they didn't want to sit through a performance they had no interest in. So you ended up simply going with your family, more begrudged than you originally were for the recital.

You had sat through choir members and members of the school's small orchestra and band repeating nearly the same song over and over again. Each song had a different tune, maybe a different style depending on how much creative liberty the singer or player gave themselves. One song was sung a bit louder than the others, another song was played by a small thrown together orchestra than simply a soloist, but they were all the same.

It was boring, and you were growing tired of listening to the same thing constantly. The only thing willing you to stay in your seat the entire time with the arm crushing strength of your mother and your need to get extra points on your grades for the year.

Near the end of the recital was when you had gotten hooked. Your family had finally decided they were going to pack it up for the night, her father had to work early in the morning and you were going to be thrown over towards your grandparents for summer. Just before you could have risen out of your chair to leave behind your parents, you heard it. A different melody than the ones that have been rocking your brain that night.

There was a boy walking on the stage, probably no taller than you was at the time. He was tiny for a first year boy, probably one of the shortest in his class as well. His hair was like a fluffy brown bunny's tail, bouncing and tousling itself around with every step he took. There was a string instrument in his hands, from what you could see was a red-tinged wood violin. You couldn't quite see the expression on his face either though, due to the distance you were from the theater stage.

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he plucked one of the strings, letting the note resonate through the theater and bounce off the walls and into their ears. He had played a note, on a different key from the other performers. He was playing a song that his fellow violinists hadn't picked. He was different.

The sound was like a siren's song that grabbed the audience's attention and placed it to the stage. His melody started out soft and somber, almost as if the violin itself was conveying its unspoken emotions. The violinist was trying to use those emotions his instrument lent him to serenade the tears in the audience's eyes to fall and hit the ground simultaneously, creating their own beat to his song.

After a moment of enticing the audience to his performance, he sped up his pace. His quiet song suddenly grew in size until it overpowered every other sound in the room. He strummed each string with a quickness you didn't even believe was possible, his bow striking each note like it was powerful enough to create an earthquake. In a sense, it was like he and the violin had become one being, his string instrument becoming an extension of his arm as he played.

The audience whispered in wonder and amazement of the boy's talents, unable to take their eyes away from his figure. It was an enchanting sound so you couldn't blame them. The violinist had brought you into a world completely different from reality, where every object and plant in sight was made out of his musical chords.

How does a boy, barely over the age of fifteen, have this much power in his hands? You would be cursing yourself if you didn't grant him the title of prodigy right then and there.

Unfortunately for you, you couldn't listen to the rest of his alluring song. Your family had dragged you out of the theater to finally retreat to their humble abode for the night. After that night you had declared to yourself that you’d find the violinist who played that song, whether you had to search all summer for him or dig around your school for him. You’d attend every recital and every performance your school's small orchestra had just to get him to play for you again.

However, you lucked out each time you tried. Your school's orchestra didn't allow students outside of their instrumentalists into the classrooms. The violinist boy was too short for you to find in a crowd at their performances either. You even tried to find someone who might be close to him, but no one seemed to step up to the plate. This went on for the rest of your high school years. The only time you could see him where those days after the school year had ended, listening to him play those high energy tunes and somber melodies for his recital before he disappeared from existence once more.

That was, until now.

Plus you made a little bit of money on the side as well, and who didn't like money? Sure most of it was going to your tuition for college but there were times where you liked to splurged on your own interests every once and awhile.

"You seem tired," a feminine voice commented, making you turn around to face her. It was a girl, around your age, walking towards you, her long sleeves rolled up against her arms to mirror the way her shorts looked. She sat down on the pavement next to you, handing you a water bottle ice cold to the touch. "I would be too if I rode around in this crazy heat. I'm surprised you haven't melted at the mere light of the sun yet."

"I almost did," you responded, taking the water from her hands gratefully. "Today was unreasonably hot... I felt like I was sitting right in the middle of hell. And the fact that my bike is made out of metal, too? It's a miracle I didn't get third degree burns or something."

The girl went quiet for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought before speaking again. "You know I can always do it for you? The delivering stuff. It's my family's business anyway, I should be helping them out, not relying on you to do all of the hard work for me."

"Are you serious?" you questioned, suppressing the unusually strong urge to laugh. "You can't even ride a bike or skate. Nor do you have a car either, it'll take you hours to get from one house to the next. And I like the money I earn from doing this for you, I can't get a job anywhere else so this is just perfect for me."

"But still!" She complained, a pouting donning her lips as you screwed open the bottle cap. "I feel bad seeing you bike along in this hot ass weather for my family! I gotta do something to give you... at least a little relief."

You laughed at her desperation, placing the water by your side to face her fully. "The relief you can give me is not playing your cello so loud in the morning. You play wonderfully, trust me, but it's so loud and I'm so tired." you clarified, reminiscing on every time she'd walk up to her house with the sound of a cello's notes wavering through the air.

The girl wasn't in their school's orchestra, she had picked up on the instrument as a hobby. She didn't have a desire to play it in a school setting or professionally no matter how much everyone would suggest otherwise. Yet she suddenly began to really start practicing more often when her next door neighbor had moved in two years ago. You remembered exactly how frustrated the girl was when she discovered that he played guitar at maximum volume in the middle of the night without any regard for anyone else.

To counteract his annoying behavior, she'd open up all the windows in her house and began to play her cello as loud as she physically could in the morning times. It became a war of the instrumentalists after that and neither of them seemed like they were going to stop any time soon.

"Oh you know I can't do that," She responded, glaring at the house to their left where the guitarist resided. "He'll take it as me surrendering to him. I don't even want to think about what he'll do in the middle of the night once I stop. Probably bass boost his guitar so that it's even louder than normal! Oh god, I won't ever get any sleep if he does that."

You found it funny really. The two had never even met each other face to face. "Right... and we don't want that happening do we?" The girl shook her head vigorously in response to your words, taking your sarcasm very seriously. "I still think you can at least tone it down a little bit... this is our last year, in a few months we'll be dragged off into a bigger city to attend colleges and universities for another four or more years. Are you really going to be playing your cello first thing in the morning in your dormitory?"

"Well..." the girl pauses, taking your words into consideration. "No... I won't really need to since I'm not bringing it with me."

"Exactly!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands together and giving the girl a mocking smile. "Now I think you should at least go over to that boy's house and settle this raging war before you move onto better things. Make amends with him, he might even become a new friend of yours for the future. If not, you're not gonna see him again. There's a very high possibility that he's not going to the same college as you, or that he might not be going to college at all!"

She rolled her eyes at your suggestion, forcing herself off of the ground reluctantly. "Fine. I'll go make amends with him or whatever. But I'll only do it if you give up on the violinist boy from the recitals."

You stiffened at the mention of your high school goal, your very unsuccessful goal of finding him and making him play a song for you. "It's like you said, this is our last year here as teenagers. You've been trying to find him longer than I've been waging this musical war on my neighbor. It's about time to lay to rest, you. Seriously, it's more painful to watch than those terribly edited movies from my parents' watch for the "nostalgia"."

"Ouch there was no need to stoop that low," you mumbled, making the girl laugh in turn. "But I guess you're right. I've failed at finding him for this long, I might as well just give up now."

The girl nodded before patting your shoulders in reassurance. "If you really want to hear someone play music so bad for you, you can always ask me. I know a cello sounds nothing like a tiny violin but I can always try?"

"Actually that doesn't sound like a bad idea," you mumbled after a moment of thinking.

"Perfect!" The girl hummed, nearly jumping with excitement to show off her talents and pleasing your several years long urge to have someone play for you. "Usually I only play for my family but I'm very willing to show off what I've been working on. There's this one song I've using to annoy the guitarist boy in the morning and—"

"Go," you reminded her, your smile growing wider at her friend geeking out about her work. "Go get your cello and actually play it for me."

She nodded at your words, skipping on her feet as if she was as light as a feather towards her house. You knew it would be a bit of a struggle in moving her instrument from her room to the outdoors but if the girl was willingly and happily doing it, she had no reason to stop her.

It was a little funny though, how much you were surrounded by people who were gifted and talented in the form of music. Your school's orchestra knew you because of how you’d always try and snatch a peek into their classroom and attended their performances. Your closest friend was a cellist, but only played for hobby and the boy next door was a guitarist. All these connections started happening because a boy you had been chasing after for four years was a violinist.

You'd think you’d pick up some sort of instrument to attract them to you, and trust and believe you tried. You attempted to start playing many instruments after that summer night in your first year. Guitar, flute, piano, trumpet, you even tried to learn the violin yourself. You just weren't musical gifted, you didn't have the patience nor the ears to learn any sort of instrument that passed your way. The best you could do was play a sad tune on the kazoo or laugh into a harmonica.

It's even funnier when other’s learn that your mother used to sing and play the piano while your father played the clarinet when they were in high school. Go ahead and laugh, you knew you were a musical disappointment. Music was practically flowing strong in your blood and you sucked at it. Don't even get started on dancing either, it was a frightening sight to see. Those who could live to tell the tale never told the tale to anyone.

A melody began to float through the air once your friend disappeared into her house, catching you off guard. It wasn't the sound of an electric guitar, shocking the hair and making your skin prickle with its overbearing and booming sound. It was soft and sweet, vibrating through the air as if it was playing with the wind that blew by every few minutes. You could immediately identify the instrument as a violin, it's slightly strained notes from the bow connecting with the strings were all too familiar to you.

You turned towards the guitarist's house where the song was the loudest. To your knowledge, the boy didn't play any other instrument than the guitar. Yet the violin's sweet yet sorrowful song was coming from his house. Without even thinking you rose off the ground, following the song's notes like it was your guide. You had heard the door of your friend's house open again, signaling that the girl had successfully brought her cello from her room to the front of her house. Unfortunately for her, you were walking a little faster than she could drag her cello case.

"Y/N?" The girl called, trying to catch your attention. "Y/N, where are you going?"

You stood in front of the guitarist boy's house, right before where the balcony was hanging. The door to the balcony was ajar, letting the cool afternoon air into the room and releasing the melody of the violin out. "Is that the guitarist boy's room?" you called out to her friend, not taking your eyes off of the balcony. Just as you spoke the violin came to a screeching stop as if the mere sound of your voice was disrupting the flow of its song.

"No," the girl responded after abandoning her cello and running to your side. She pointed to the other side of the house where the window's blinds were closed yet light still shined through them. "His room is right across from mine, I should know I get the brunt of the blow every time he strums his stupid guitar."

Your voices dropped into pure silence when you saw something moving in their direction from the balcony. The door to the outside area slowly screeched open as the figure on the other side pulled on its door handle, stepping onto the wood floor of the balcony and letting the floorboards creak under their weight. Your eyes widened at the sight of a red-tinged violin, it's body scratched from its long term usage and its color dull from the lighting the setting sun had given them.

A boy stepped into view after the violin, the brown hair bouncing on his head like a bunny's tail. His resting face looked like you were staring at a statue, unable to catch any hint of movement in most of his features unless he blinked his eyes every few seconds. Right beside his eyes was some sort of mark, more of a rosy color than the rest of rather pale skin. He must not leave his house that much. After a few moments of silence, he leaned over the balcony's hand railing and spoke, "What do you want?"

The girl beside you glanced between the boy and you frantically, trying to piece two and two together. "you... is that the—"

"I want," you yelled up to him, interrupting your friend's question to respond to the boy above them. A smile began to play on your lips as you spoke, excitement festering up in your chest. You had found him. You had found the violinist from your first year. "I want you to play for me one of your best songs yet."

II.

There was just something about mornings you hated, no matter the day of the week. They'd always leave you more exhausted than you were the night before, whether you had gone to sleep late or not.

Maybe it's because of the dorm room you stayed in, assigned the room the moment you had gotten accepted into your university. It wasn't tiny, but it was definitely much smaller than your room at home. Your belongings barely had enough legroom with your roommate's whole entire area taking up more than half of the room. Despite being rather clean, to an extent, and cool during the day it was also incredibly hot at night.

A few months back the air conditioning unit for the floor you lived on broke down due to age. The university had reassured the students that they'd be looking into the broken unit and the technicians would be coming in and out of the building to fix it. However, they were rather slow with the process. Instead of just moving toward the third floor where the problem had started, they were moving from room to room on each floor the building had.

Apparently, they were just going to fix the problem in one go, however one go suddenly turned into a few days. A few days turned into a few weeks. And a few weeks turned into two months.

Thankfully they were on the edge of the summer season, the crisp breeze of the autumn air in October beginning to blow throughout the city. However that breeze simply abandoned them every time the night fell, the hallways and the common room being filled to the brim with students trying to escape the blazing heat. One would think it would be much cooler around the nighttime, so did they.

You weren't the heaviest of sleepers either, which meant you'd wake up at even the slightest vibration of a phone. One could only imagine your reaction when your alarm clock suddenly blared its ear piercing wake up call. The irritating buzzing of the built on alarm would always shock you out of bed like a cat. Yet even when you knew you were wide awake, you constantly struggled to force yourself up and out of your room. If time would allow it, you would lay in your very warm and comfortable spot in the bed for at least an hour or more.

What's even worse for you was that your dormitory was co-ed, which meant that next door to you was a group of boys who were sharing a room for the school year. They were loud, constantly moving around in the middle of the night, and screaming at random times of the day which usually ended up being the time that you used to study. There were always noise complaints about those students. No one on their floor, or the floor above and below, like them that much. Yet they never seemed to tone down the problem, they made them worse with every noise complaint that was filled to their resident assistance.

Every time they'd get a noise complaint, they'd go and find someone else who was just a little too loud one day and pin the blame on them. It was a way to show that everyone in the building made a commotion and that they shouldn't be the only ones punished for it. You didn't really care about what they were doing until you had suddenly become a target one day.

"I'm sorry, what?" you questioned them, leaning up against the door frame with your arms crossed. In front of you stood the two boys that lived in the dorm next to you, nearly towering over you like the buildings in the city thanks to the monstrous amount of height. They appeared to be up to no good when they had randomly shown up, and you were absolutely right.

"Are you the one who has been playing that music for the past three days? What was it... classical music?" He asked, tugging at his hair as he spoke. He glanced towards his roommate for confirmation, who nodded his head vigorously in response to his question. "Are you a music major or something? Maybe in the orchestra? If not it's been blasting really loudly lately and my roommate here has a majority of his classes at eight am. Right, Jaehyun?"

The boy didn't seem like he was on board with being used as an excuse at first, raising his eyebrow and staring at his roommate in confusion before turning to you. "Right, I have to get up so early for all my classes. I'd really appreciate it if you keep the violins and cymbals and triangles to like a minimum so that it doesn't bother me anymore."

"If not we'll take it to the RA," His roommate quickly added to put their threat in full effect. "And we'll file a noise complaint for disturbing us."

You scoffed at the thought, wanting to slam the door closed and forget about their petty revenge. "Aren't you the same duo that got a noise complaint filed to them last week because of an extremely loud yet unidentifiable thud..." you began before turning on your heels and correcting yourself. "Oh, my apologies. I meant boom, extremely loud yet unidentifiable boom that came from the laundry room. Only for one of the students on the lower floors to go down there and find that one of the washers and dryers had literally malfunctioned and exploded?"

"Listen," One of the boys tried to interject, his ears burning bright red as you kept talking. "That's not... listen, we—"

"Didn't they go on the security cameras to find out who had done the damage? Because a washer and dryer going suddenly haywire on its own is extremely worrisome and dangerous for the students who may have been around during that time. And weren't you two—"

"Classical music is such an amazing genre of music!" The roommate interrupted, yelling over your voice in a panic. There was a pained smile on his face as he hooked an arm around the other boy, punching his arm to follow along as he spoke. "I mean, it has such a clean and light texture to it, simplistic but a great melody nonetheless! God, it gives me nostalgia for a time I wasn't even alive in! Isn't that right, Jaehyun?"

"Oh," the boy spoke, his eyes darting in between his roommate and you. Slowly a smile began to grow on his face to mask his growing embarrassment as he gestured towards the other boy. "Of... of course! Johnny has such nice music taste! So you know when he says a genre is really good it really means something. Seriously love classical music, man. Lulls me right to sleep!"

Needless to say, they choose to not bother you as much as they used to. The strange and loud noises that would echo through the dormitory walls had gotten significantly lower since that day. They didn't stop completely yet but it was enough for you to keep your peace of mind before waking up every day.

Your mornings had gotten relatively calmer after that incident as well. Both of those boys were usually out of the dormitory by the time you were awake to attend classes or work, so you didn't run into them much during the week. You'd have calm enough mornings to where you didn't feel the need to nearly pass out on a car or bus ride to your campus and almost miss your stop. It felt like a dream come true when you would hop out of whatever vehicle you were in and would be right on time before your classes even started.

"Y/N!" A feminine voice screamed, catching you off guard when an arm suddenly slung around your neck. You clutched onto the bag hanging off your shoulder as you nearly tumbled to the ground at the sudden addition of weight, bringing the other girl down with you as you struggled to comprehend what was going on. They got a few stares from the other students who were arriving and leaving the campus but no one said a word to them. Thankfully everyone practiced the art of minding their business. "You'll never guess what I got!"

"Do I want to guess?" You questioned, shoving the girl's arm off of you so you could regain your balance. Once you were stable enough to stand up, you turned around to see who had stumbled into your path. The girl's eyes were wide with innocence and excitement as she stood in front of you, fidgeting in place as she tried to contain herself. Most of the energy she'd originally be exerting into jumping up and down was focused into the beaming and bright smile she couldn't wipe off of her face even if she tried. "Do I have to guess?"

"Yes, you have to," She demanded, holding her hands behind her back to hide whatever got her spirits high. The girl must have ordered some sort of object online again and simply couldn't wait till after your classes to show you. "It's so worth it, I promise! Just... just guess!"

A sigh escaped your mouth as you straighten your posture, reading deep into the girl's expression to try and figure out what it was. "I'm going to guess—"

"Two front row seats to our school's very own band performance!" The girl nearly squealed, shoving two flimsy pieces of paper in your face. You took a few steps back in order to align your sight with the tickets, taking them out of the girl's hands to inspect. Both tickets were for general admission, their names printed on it with the date they were expected to attend the performance. "Aren't you excited? I literally fought tooth and claw to get these before they sold out, and you know these sell out fast!"

"Band? Like the guys who play trumpets and bass drums during school games?" You questioned, glancing up from the tickets to face your friend. The tickets didn't have exactly who was performing written down on it, simply stating that it was a live music event. "Why would you go watch them play? I thought you were more of a... pop genre person?"

The girl rolled her eyes at your response, snatching the tickets from your hands and placing them back into your pockets. "No, not the band. Who goes out of their way to specifically watch our band team play?" She hissed. "I mean like rock bands. You know, the type of people who play the drums and guitars in one big band and perform on stage with a lead singer and everything. That type of band."

"My point with you being a pop genre person still stands," you mumbled in response.

"Yes I do like pop music, I understand that," The girl clarified. "But we're going to see Aurora. Our school's very own rock band! Do you seriously not know who they are? I know you listen to classical and orchestral music and all, but I thought you were at least in the loop with Aurora!"

You scoffed as you began to walk forward, shoving your hands into your pockets and you spoke. "Just because I don't listen to the popular music right now doesn't mean I'm out of the loop! I'll have you know that I am a very big fan of idol groups. I even participated in those farewell events when groups’ oldest members start enlisting in the military."

"Idol groups have absolutely nothing to do with Aurora and you know it," your friend grumbled. "Do you seriously not know who Aurora is? At all? Have I seriously been friends with a hermit crab this whole time?"

"Fine then," you shrugged. "Go ahead, tell me about this Aurora band since you're so obsessed and knowledgeable about this group I've never heard of."

Aurora is a much bigger thing than you had imagined. From your friend's knowledge, it was a group of boys who had gathered around the beginning of the year together, all of them having several different traits and personalities that simply meshed together all too well. They had created the band, Aurora, for fun at first as they were all instrumentalists with different crafts. They had started busking in order to make money as a side job and quickly grew in popularity with the audiences they performed to.

Their university had caught wind of their musical abilities and had asked them to perform during the annual club fairs to help attract more students. After that, they seemed to have skyrocketed in popularity within the college campus. Jung Wooyoung, the group's bassist, Song Mingi, the group's lead guitarist, Choi San, the group's drummer, and Jeong Yunho, the group's lead singer, had become some of the most well-known people on campus.

Everyone seemed to know them and wanted to listen to their music, which is why your friend was so excited to be getting front row tickets to their next performance. You thought it was funny though, Wooyoung was the guitarist boy that lived next door to the girl.

"The past is in the past!" She exclaimed, throwing up her hands as the two entered the university's building. The indoors wasn't very crowded, all the students attending were spread throughout the area either taking a break before their classes began or nearly booking it straight up the stairs in fear of being late. "Sure I wanted to murder him with my cello beforehand, but it's okay because we put our differences aside like you said we should have. And it's good that we did because we ended up going to the same university."

"So..." you began, thinking for a few moments before turning towards your friend. "Does this mean he's your favorite member? I mean you've got the background and chemistry for a nice little love story don't you think?"

"Oh absolutely not," she immediately responded. "We may have made up that summer but I have not spoken to him since. Plus my favorite member is their drummer so if anything I'd like to start a love story with him. Do you think I should plan out of my outfit for the music event? What if I actually start a love story with him like in those tv shows my parents used to watch? We catch each other's eyes during the performance and before we're about to leave I get asked backstage to meet him in person!"

You visibly cringed at your friend's fantasizing, putting four feet of space in between the two of you. "Gross. Go to class before you contaminant me with your fantasies."

"Oh shut up." She rolled her eyes, stopping in her tracks so that you were forced to wait for her. "Everyone likes to fantasize about their love life every once and awhile. It's natural to want something grander than reality to happen to you."

"You are the most cliche woman I have ever met," you mumbled, glancing over your shoulder to look at the girl. "You just told me you want to make eye contact with him and immediately fall in love just like that! Have a fun time dreaming about that while you stand in a crowd full of people in your general direction."

"You're so mean to me!" She yelled, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn and stare at the sudden commotion. "You're just mad that the violinist boy from freshman year refused to play music for you even when you got on your knees! And you were looking for him your entire high school career!"

You sprinted towards the girl at full speed, clamping your hands over her mouth to silence her. She screamed into your hands as you dragged her away from the public eye and muffled her voice. "Heejin, are you out of your mind?" You growled, looking behind you to see if anyone had heard her. "I thought we had both agreed to pretend like that never happened?"

The girl pried your hands away from her mouth and smiled innocently up at you. "We did promise. I just never forgot."

You shoved the girl towards where her lecture hall was located, a frustrated frown growing on your face as a pinkish flush began to creep across your face. "Go to your stupid business math class. Go before I chase you all the way there!" you threatened through gritted teeth. Her friend laughed at the girl's response, skipping like a child to her class for the day.

You really did get rejected that day, it was too ingrained in your brain to forget. The boy had stood on the balcony staring down at the two with a bored and uninterested expression in his eyes, tilting his head like a dog's when you screamed your demands up at him. Honestly, you didn't know exactly what you were expecting. Did you really think that he was just going to pick up his violin and start playing whatever tune he knew just because you asked him to? You didn't even say please!

You had spent a good ten minutes arguing with the boy about how you had been searching for him for years just to make him play at least ten seconds of a song for you. Each time you'd explain your situation to him, he'd immediately give you a dry response of why he kept declining you. He didn't even say it politely! He stared at you straight in the eyes and told you," I don't want to play for you because you aren't worth it."

You swore if you could jump high enough, you would have bounced onto the balcony and strangled him for his rude behavior. It was truly a sight for sore eyes watching an angry and frustrated high school senior scream up at an innocent looking but totally uninterested boy on the balcony. The argument was always almost completely one-sided as well, which made it slightly embarrassing to watch from the sidelines.

You had forced your friend to promise you that she'd either forget the whole incident or pretend like it never happened. Either one was good with you since your friend was known to tell everyone's stories when you weren't paying attention. She had gone this far without saying anything so the urge to talk about it must have been truly bubbling up inside of her. It's been a few months since the incident occurred and the memory is still fresh in your minds.

"God, I'm never gonna live down that stupid incident am I?" you grumbled, practically stomping towards your end destination. "Just when I thought maybe I was finally growing past it, she has to go and bring it back up again. Doesn't she know I'm still healing from that embarrassment? It took a toll on pride and this is how she helps mend the wound? By opening up again?"

You stopped in place when a melody began to waver in the air, following along the cold breeze of the university's air condition. The music notes hopped from breeze to breeze as it traveled through your ears to the next. The sound continuously grabbed your attention as each note was struck no matter how many times you turned to keep walking. It was hitting you like a rock to the head as your brain immediately identified the music maker to a violin.

You slowly turned around to see a few students peering through a crack in some double doors, staring intently on what was on the other side. "They're at it again," one of the older students spoke, holding the door open for his friends to look through. "They're much earlier this time than usual, we'll only catch a little bit of the performance. Do you think something important is happening?"

"You think they're competing for first chair again?" One of the younger students asked, glancing up towards the boy who had spoken beforehand. He shrugged in response to their question, but he seemed to agree for the most part. "Whatever it is, I bet Hong is about to take the first chair again. He's always the first chair. No one can beat that boy when it comes to the violin."

"Kang is always right behind him though, don't forget that," another voice reminded, trying to get a better view of the inside. "Both of them are musical prodigies, and the conductor has always been fond of Kang's playing style. I think he'll get first chair this time."

You couldn't help but let curiosity take over, standing just a few feet away from the group of friends and trying to peer through the small windows of the door. It was rather dark near the entrance to the room, but farther back was lit up by lights that illuminated the wood floor stage where two performers stood. The doors seemed to have led towards an auditorium from the looks of it. You couldn't exactly see their faces from how far away you were, but you could make out a little bit of what was actually going on.

A boy stood in the middle of the stage, the music coming directly from him as he strummed the violin with his bow, grace and elegance oozing off of him. He seemed rather focused on playing his violin precisely, not missing a single note in the song as he allowed the rich and melodic song to ring through their ears. The opened door seemed to amplify his sound even more, ringing within your brain as if it was trying to engraved its sound into her ears. Hearing a violinist play in person was truly much different from hearing it through speakers.

In a chair behind the violinist sat another figure, holding what seemed to be a violin as well in his hands. You assumed that it was the competition who had played their song earlier before you had arrived on campus. His shoulders seemed to tense as the violinist held his final note, a plaintive sound echoing through the auditorium as he held his form to leave an everlasting effect on his listeners.

The students in front of you held their breath as he finished, staring intently at where you assumed the conductor was sitting for his reaction. There was a moment of silence after the note finally fizzled into nothingness, no longer bouncing off of the walls after finding a home in the audience's ears.

"It's Park," the younger student spoke, standing up from where they originally crouched down. "Park is the first chair once again. Honestly, was I expecting a change? No, not really. He's just that talented."

"I was really rooting for Kang this time," the other student spoke, huffing as they crossed their arms in disappointment. "I wonder what he did to not get picked again this time. Usually, Kang performs wonderfully but we weren't early enough to catch his turn."

"Whatever it is," the older student added, shutting the door to the auditorium and shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sure Kang will get over it. I mean that's always next time! But I guess I say that every time this happens..."

When the trio had disappeared from sight, you couldn't help but open the door to the auditorium and peek inside. You had been walking past this exact area how many times and you didn't even notice an event like this happening? Your either extremely stupid or completely oblivious, there's no in between.

You pulled on the heavy auditorium doors, peering in the room to take a look for yourself. The room was chilly, much colder than the breezes nature had been giving you so far. It was like you had stepped straight into the freezer, feeling the need to rub your arms for warm to make sure you didn't suddenly die from the cold. "How long has this place been here? I could have sworn this was an administration office or a classroom... literally anything but an auditorium..." you mumbled to mumbled, your eyes drifting towards the stage.

Only one violinist was at the stage, his instrument dangling in his hands as he sat in silence. The other violinist and conductor were nowhere to be seen, abandoning him to be alone with his thoughts. He must have been the one who wasn't picked by their conductor for first chair, reveling in his defeat by his peer. "Is it that serious?" you mumbled, going to close the door before you zoomed to your class, only just a few minutes late.

Though you saw the violinist rise from his seat in the corner of your eye, approaching the edge of the stage to leave the room. Of course, being the generally nice person you were, you pushed the door back open, holding it open for the violinist to pass through. "Hey, are you about to— Woah! Woah, woah, woah, don't do that!" You yelled at him.

The violinist had raised his instrument high above the ground, a bored and uninterested look in his eyes as he debated on whether he was going to let the violin drop from the height it was at and scar it. It definitely wasn't going to shatter and break, but an ugly dent would be achieved through the notion. Your yelling seemed to stop him in his tracks, preventing him from possibly making the worst decision in his life.

"Don't violins cost a lot of money?" You nagged, forgetting about the door you were holding open and marching towards him. "I know you might be frustrated over whatever just happened but is it really worth breaking your instrument? You should be satisfied with the fact that you even got the chance to be chosen as an option for, what was it, first chair? Whatever it is, I think breaking your violin might be a really bad..." you trailed off as you got closer, slowing down your pace as you got closer to the stage

The violinist stared at you through his long blonde bangs, his eyes gleaming in the dingy and dim stage lights. Despite the horrible lighting it seemed to illuminate him as if he was some sort of statue on display, every curve and sharp corner of his face being highlighted just perfectly. His impassive expression refused to let you in on any sort of emotion or thought in his head, locking you out with every chain known to man. His eyes glanced over you, reading you like an open book before he finally spoke. "Why... do you care?"

Your eyes dropped from his face to his violin, taking note of the bored expression and the red tinged violin in his hands. It seemed like it had been used frequently, it's the color worn from age and usage with scratches scattered throughout the instrument's body. "Oh...," you trailed, dropping your hands to your side in defeat.

How long had he been here? Hiding right under your nose in what seemed to be plain sight. How long were you going to go without realizing the violinist from your freshman year was attending the same university as you? "It's you again."

The boy titled his head curiously, a moment of silence expanding over them like a blanket. You felt like you were going to twitch and squirm under his gaze, the eerie silence of the auditorium and his almost blank stare making the atmosphere uncomfortable for you. All you could think about was the one sided argument you two had; how you had embarrassed yourself in front of your whole neighborhood just because you wanted him to play a song for you. The amount of humiliation that was crashing over you like angry waves could have washed you right of the auditorium if it wanted to.

The violinist crouched down on the stage to look down on you, resting his head on his hands as he began to speak. “Do I... know you?”

“Do you know me?” You repeated, disbelief prevalent in your tone of voice. “Did you really just ask that? Of course you know me! Remember from this summer? Just a few months back?”

The boy nodded his head as you spoke, absorbing all the information you were telling him and letting it process in his brain. He closed his eyes as he began to form his final thoughts, leaning back on his heels before opening them again and staring at you. “Ah... I remember now. You were Wooyoung’s fling for a couple weeks... right?”

“What?” You exclaimed, a rosy pink tint spreading across your face as you spoke. You’ve never even spoken to the guitarist boy when he lived near you, nevertheless have a fling with him. The mere thought of doing something so... dangerous like that made your skin crawl. “No... I don’t... listen, are you serious? You don’t remember who am I at all? Not a thing about me seems to trigger some sort of memory in you?”

“Not to be rude,” he responded, lifting himself out of his crouched position and beginning to walk across the stage to the stairs positioned at the side. “But you don’t look like the most memorable type. I mean if I don’t remember you are, would anyone else be able to?”

His blunt honestly was like a knife to the chest, only he was repeatedly sinking the weapon into your already open wound. Had he always been this straightforward with people? Of course he was, that’s why you never got him to play a song for you. You didn’t even know whether or not you liked the fact that he didn’t recognize who you were because he had formatted his words. You’d much rather be remembered for something embarrassing you did than be forgettable as a whole.

Though by the time you had clocked back into reality, a snarky and rude comment ready to hit the bullseye on the back of his head, he was gone. There was no sign of violinist boy anywhere in the room, as if he has quiet literally disappeared into thin air. “I should have just let him smash his violin to pieces,” you rumbled, now not only late to class but also filled with bitter rage that wasn’t even reciprocated.

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My Baby Don’t Like It || NCT Jaehyun+Mark [part I]

Premise: What went wrong along the way? After everything we had been through, you still chose to leave me?

Pairings : Dad! Jaehyun x fem! reader x Friend! Mark

WC: 2.1 K

Warnings: explicit language, some extreme fluff

Part I || Part II || Part III

"Hey baby! How are you today?" You were crouched down on your knees, shooting a silly smile as the most adorable four year old in the world ran straight into your outstretched arms, worming his way into the crevasse of your neck. You cooed into the kid’s ear, happy to see the boy happy and healthy. He withdrew from his squirmy snuggles to plant his tiny, moist lips on your soft cheek as his little greeting to his beloved Noona.

"I'm happy to see you, Noona!" A smile lit up his round, chubby features before he nuzzled back into the crevasse of your neck. You rubbed the top of his head a few times, messing up his short black locks, before getting up so that you were finally standing at your own height.

"Thanks for looking after him today, Y/N."

Your heart beat slowed down to a steady, rhythmic pace immediately. The slow, heavy thrumming taunted you as it rattled in your within the hollow shells of your ears. You interlocked hands with the small boy beside you before lifting your chin to see the person before you.

A gentle smile blossomed over your lips, a wave of calm washing over your body as you examined the familiar face before you, "Of course, Jaehyun."

"Remember Y/N, I changed my name." Jaehyun gave you a teasing jab, a dumb grin occupying his eyes. You flinched a little backwards, knives stabbing your poor heart as memories flashed at the forefront of your mind.

‘Yeah, but you changed it for her.’

"A-Ah, right! Sorry, have a good day, Yoon-Oh."

You released a breath that were holding for a little while as you saw Jaehyun hop into the driver's seat of an extremely expensive, luxury car. The flashy woman in the passenger seat threw an overstated air kiss to the little boy beside you, glancing your way soon after. A scowl replaced the smile you were holding onto desperately as she simply smirked with triumph. Your free hand curled into a tight fist as you watched the car whiz away, to the point that your knuckles turned white and your nails threatened to puncture the flesh of your palm.

She removed Jaehyun from your life,

And he allowed it to happen.

You and Jaehyun had known one another since primary school. On a bitter, cold day in the autumn of your second year, Jaehyun nervously approached your lunch table to ask if he could sit with your group, which you guys obviously said yes. While the friends you had in that group all eventually slipped away from your life through your years of schooling, Jaehyun and you had managed to maintain a close friendship. The close bond and chemistry the two of you had was undeniable to the public and private eye. Everyone thought the two of you would eventually get married, which you didn't mind them thinking in the slightest. Jaehyun had always thought the same too, even though there was no official romance. Just adoring looks, sweet gestures, lovely memories, and tense atmospheres.

In university, you finally confirmed your feelings for him, ready for that next step with him. You finally realized that he was your destiny, and you thought you were his as well.

Next thing you knew, Jaehyun found a girl from his economics class and the rest is history. They had an accidental child early on in their whirlwind romance, the one you were currently watching playing with stackable plastic blocks. Anger boiled your blood... you still loved Jaehyun to the depths of your heart, to the point that you regularly questioned whether you would ever be able to move on, but you couldn't understand how dense he was when it came to his girlfriend: Jimin.

Jimin wasn't your average, plain Jane college gal. She was simply receiving a business degree for the sake of having the piece of paper that she didn’t even work for. Jimin had her daddy's money and company waiting for her once she deemed herself ready for the role. When Jimin set her eyes on Jaehyun the very first class of economics, it was game over for anything between you two. Jimin made it her mission to claim Jaehyun as her own personal property, in other words her personal boy toy, basically making it her life’s mission to rid of you in his life. Or as she specifically explain it, 'spending quality time with boyfie while they were young.' You saw through her sugary sweet act from the moment you laid eyes on her when Jaehyun introduced the two fo you.

She was a brat, a snob, a snake, and any description with negative connotation that you could think of. You hissed as you remembered that the woman even convinced him that 'Yoon-Oh' was a more handsome name than Jaehyun. ‘How could he be so under her spell to not see the sort of shit she puts him through?’ You wondered.

‘The least she could be is a sweet, decent person to make Jaehyun happy in life.’

That would have satisfied you, but in the end, you knew that people never really get what they want. You were left high and dry while a snobby rich whisked Jaehyun away like he was never there to begin with. And the fact that the woman barely paid any attention to her child made you absolutely sick to your stomach. Hot tears pricked at your eyes as you watched the innocent boy giggle as he was currently in the midst of building a little block boat.

‘Taking random selfies with your extremely adorable child for your dumb Instagram page does NOT count as parenting, Jimin.’

As you reminisced on all of the times that you had to deal with Jimin's endless childishness and her possessiveness over Jaehyun, you felt a little tug at your sleeve. You smiled tearily as you saw one thing that significantly brightened up your bleak life.

"Noona?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Why do you look so sad today?"

Your heart constricted like someone was squeezing it tightly, already feeling regret as you had been too absorbed in your own thoughts to give him your full attention. You didn't have an early education degree for nothing.

"Ah, just little things, Baby. Don't worry about it."

"But I don't want Noona to be sad! We should get you ice cream like you do when I get a boo boo!" Jaehyun's son, Jeno, happily suggested, probably just wanting to eat some ice cream himself. You were put into a bout of laughter as you lovingly looked at Jeno get up to 'go get you some ice cream to fix your inside boo boo.'

You complied as you simply couldn't ever say no to the precious boy, so you were on your way out to the local grocery store near your house, which you hadn't gone to in awhile. You peered down to the eye smile prince himself who was happily skipping alongside you, his tiny hand wrapped around the middle three fingers of your hand, a gesture that you you screaming in an internal maternal mess.

Jimin and Jaehyun have been so neglecting of this poor child lately, always going out on day long dates and luxurious overseas trips, obviously as per Jimin's request.

You had to say, you were extremely disappointed at Jaehyun for forgetting his caring, sweet roots. The child you were currently leading into a small grocery store was basically your own, you were more of a mother to him than Jimin could ever be.

"Hey, Y/N!"

You looked around to see who called out your name when you spotted a familiar face, causing you to stumble back with pleasant surprise.

"Oh hey, Mark! I didn't know you worked here! Master's degree yet?" You led little Jeno over to the cash register to greet him, gushing over seeing the adorable guy once again. You knew Mark when you were a senior in college, him being a spry sophomore at the time. While he was a music major and you were an early education major, you two fatefully ended up in the same science requirement classes, leading to a beautiful, supportive relationship to blossom between the two of you. You hadn't been able to see him as of late as you were busy with your job.

"Yeah, I’m here part time. Needed some money so I can pay off my college debt as I'm looking for a gig at the moment. But anyways, uhhh, y-you look beautiful as ever, Y/N. Is he your child?" You blushed at his compliment while looking down at little Jeno who Mark was gesturing to gently. Jeno was shooting Mark a suspicious glare causing you to giggle as you dropped a hand to pat his head.

"No, this is Jeno, Jaehyun's son. I regularly babysit him."

Mark gave you a confused look, something wasn't adding up for him.

"You and Jaehyun aren't together?"

You were taken aback at his lack of knowledge. You even told him about Jaehyun's girlfriend a long time ago, but it seems like he didn't remember. Besides, you and Jaehyun were very, very not together.

As you were about to explain, Jeno took the spotlight.

"Daddy should date my Noona! She's a lot better-"

"Shh, you shouldn't say stuff like that, Jeno." You cooed to comfort the pouting kid as you hoisted him up onto your waist to rock him a little. He was getting a little heavy for this, but you didn't mind throwing your back out for him.

Mark laughed to himself, throwing a loving gaze your way as you and Jeno bickered for a little. His insides turned to goop as he fell down the tempting rabbit hole once again.

"Well, if you're not with anyone right now... c-could I ask to maybe take you out on a date sometime?"

You abruptly paused your conversation with Jeno to whip your head to the blushing male. A little blush to match his crept up to your cheeks as you reeled over what he just said in your mind like a broken cassette.

"You want to... go out with me?" You whispered with a tilt of your head, needing a firm confirmation from him before you let your mind start playing tricks on itself.

"Yeah, if that's fine with you." Mark restated, biting down on his bottom lip as he awaited your answer.

Thoughts of Jaehyun’s beautiful, warm smile plagued your mind like a disease; you were still very much in love with him. Even if his actions gave you a whole list as to why you should give his ass up in a heartbeat.

You looked back into Mark's eyes, finally making up your mind.

"I'd love to, Mark."

"Really?" He choked out, already expecting a rejection coming his way. You were oblivious to it, but Mark had the largest crush on you ever since you became partners for your science class. Whenever he even thought of asking you out, he remembered how close you were to Jaehyun, so he always chickened out.

This was finally his chance.

"Yeah, of course I would." You said sheepishly.

"But what about Daddy?"

You looked back to Jeno who was inches away from your face with round, glassy eyes. You sighed as you gave his cheek a quick little peck.

"Your Daddy is happy with your Mommy, Jeno. Don't worry, you will always be the number one man in my heart, okay? We will have a bunch more playdates!"

Mark watched as you comforted Jeno, feeling his heart thump violently against his ribcage. He knew you were the one for him, and he truly pitied Jaehyun, for he couldn't even see the true beauty that was sitting in front of him for so many years. Mark prayed above, thoroughly thanking fate to bring you to him today.

"Excuse me, but are you checking out right now?" An elderly woman appeared behind you with a harsh glare, a sharp tongue to match her tapping foot. You bowed quickly, not too much so that Jeno wouldn’t fall off, muttering small apologies as you moved out of the way.

"You better give me a discount for the ice cream, Mark!" You yelled as you walked away with Jeno over to the ice cream freezer. Mark gave you a cute little smile before diving back into scanning the items that that woman gave to him. Though it has been hard in your journey to give up on Jaehyun, there may be just as amazing men that would be better for you out there. You sighed out happily, maybe things were going to improve for you in the future.

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Part I || Part II || Part III

This mini fic is the result of when I learned that Jaehyun said he would have basically been a teenage dad if he wasn't an idol 👁👄👁

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