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meiieiri · 1 month

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 [gojo satoru]

synopsis: in every other universe and lifetime he has yet to lead, megumi will always cherish the painfully brief time he felt the warmth of a proper family and would have gladly referred to himself as the son of the strongest.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader | song inspo: chemtrails over the country club, scott street | visuals: megumi’s jacket

warnings: angst-ish, canon-compliant violence (mostly caused by our pookie wookie megumi who doesn’t tolerate scumbag bullies), mentions of bullying, and possible (bc i’m delulu) character death. | a/n: i just want megumi to have one last moment with his dad please, gege, i’m on my knees here. also hehe, get the title? ya’ll get it? someone please shove that arctic-haired freak to the NORTH! 🥹

Nobara Kugisaki is the classic definition of an Instagram girlie with a passion for fashion.

Honestly, she could appropriately appraise clothes without a second glance, and she could differentiate big fashion brands just by the fabric and silhouette alone even without a brand logo.

It happened on a Monday afternoon while she and Yuji were having a quick coffee in the lounge. Yuji is currently playing one of his Nintendo Switch MMORPG games that he bought from the mall last Saturday while Nobara was scrolling through her phone, swiping left as she watches her mutuals’ Instagram stories. The trio is incomplete today since Megumi mentioned he’ll be running some errands with you and Satoru today.

After positively getting envious of Mei Mei’s supposed extravagant shopping trip in Ginza today, Kugisaki promptly mutes any stories from her for a full twenty four hours. Then, as she swipes left yet again, she nearly drops her phone on the ground which would pretty much set her off on a rampage because she just got its LCD screen fixed. But luckily, she holds onto it.

“Fushiguro has an Instagram account?!”

Yuji himself hits pause on the game he’s playing and leans over the table to see what Kugisaki is talking about. No way. Fushiguro? That sulky, couldn’t-be-bothered-to-care-but-I-actually-do-care embodiment of teenage angst having an Instagram handle? What would he even post on there?

Their questions are answered as Fushiguro’s feed pops up, and it’s filled with his pictures, but that’s not the issue. The two dunderheads didn’t seem to mind that in every photo, Megumi looked like a magazine cover boy, what caught their attention is the apparel he’s wearing.

“What the hell?! He’s wearing Arc’teryx?” Kugisaki couldn’t believe it. She zooms in on the candid shot of Megumi in what looks to be a ski resort and an audible gasp escapes her throat. No way. No frigging way. She does a quick image search and sure enough, she is redirected to Arc’teryx’s official website. See? Kugisaki never misses when it comes to fashion.

Yuji’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees the price tag. “One thousand five hundred US dollars?!”

“And look at this! He’s literally tagged in Gojo and Y/N-sensei’s stories.”

Sure enough, the first they see is Satoru’s story which has a video of you picking out new clothes from the rack for Megumi to try on in the fitting room. You looked so cute and teeny tiny next to the teenager and Kugisaki giggles at the thought you walking around with two literal giants in the mall, one of them being your ward and the other, your arctic-haired husband of three years.

“There’s another one!” Itadori says excitedly. The next is a story you took, it’s a photo of Megumi and Gojo, their backs turned and their hands fully occupied by shopping bags, seemingly unaware of the camera. In the photo, they’re checking out new sneakers in Onitsuka Tiger’s storefront window. In a flash, Kugisaki switches off her phone, and immediately begins to head out the door. “Hey, where’re you going?”

Nobara knows that particular galleria, it should be in Tokyo Midtown. “Out, maybe I could borrow Gojo-sensei’s or Y/N-sensei’s credit card!”

“Are you sure you don’t need me to come along?”

Gojo chuckles under his breath. It’s honestly amusing how you won’t normally ask that, given his newfound title as the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer of this generation. A skirmish with a grade two cursed spirit? Pfft. That’s practically child’s play to your white-haired boyfriend. A rogue grade one cursed spirit that turned out to be a special grade? Maybe you’ll sneak some bandages in his bag just in case. Bottom line is you wholeheartedly trust Satoru will always make it out of a mission in one piece.

But here you were seemingly more tense than usual which is incomprehensible because today’s hardly dangerous mission is simple.

Track down the son of Toji Fushiguro.

“I think I got it, babe.” Satoru leans his head in through the rolled down car window to plant a kiss on your forehead. He pats your cheek lovingly, setting off in the direction of the house after taking one last confirmatory look at the address written down in the file sheet. “Well, let’s hope he’s nothing like his dad. Promise you’ll check on me if I don’t come back in an hour?” he teases.

You lightly slap his wrist. Sometimes you wonder how you fell in love with this literal man-child. He’s just so insufferable. Gorgeous in every way but insufferable all the same. “I’m pretty sure a six-year-old boy isn’t gonna try to murder you. If he does, let the record show that I sympathize with him completely.”

“You meanie!”

Sticking his tongue out at you when you blow him a kiss, he disappears into the small street adjacent to the neighborhood’s main road. Coming here, Satoru was uncharacteristically nervous. At the rest stop earlier, you watched the scene tensely from the convenience store window. For once, the obnoxiously loud sorcerer was quiet, hands in his uniform pockets, his cerulean orbs trained on the pavement, his foot kicking the asphalt pebbles on the ground, deep in thought.

To be honest, he had no obligation to make the journey here even if this entire affair was born from Toji Fushiguro’s final words that sounded almost like a desperate plea. “In two or three years, my kid will be sold off to the Zenin clan. Do whatever you will with that.” Satoru doesn’t know why — he’s not exactly the brightest when it comes to his interpersonal relationship skills so he could be wrong about this — but those twenty one words sounded more like four simple words: “Please save my son.”

And so, in a matter of only thirty minutes, you spot Satoru from afar, his hand protectively around his would have been assassin’s six-year-old son as they walk back to the car. Looks like the little boy had made his choice.

And you could see with the way Satoru protectively held Megumi back from crossing the street on a green light that he has also made his choice. Just thirty minutes ago, you were bantering with the version of Satoru that would be reluctant to go out of his way to help someone, now, you were face to face with someone new, someone who has been changed almost in a blink of an eye.

Stepping out of the car, you make your way towards the pair, a faint smile on your lips at the sight of Megumi’s tiny backpack slung over Satoru’s shoulder. Your boyfriend gently nudges Megumi over in your direction, introducing him and you crouch down to meet the little boy’s hesitant eyes. “Hi there, Megumi.” Your voice is as carefully gentle as a psalm, you didn’t want to overwhelm him more than he probably already is. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hello.”

“Ice cold,” Satoru whistles, ruffling Megumi’s hair. But you figured that would be the case. A quiet breath of laughter comes from Satoru when you smile endearingly at the kid’s curtness.

As the three of you settle into the backseat, you and Satoru share a fond look when Megumi who has acted all guarded and silent the entire ride home from Chiba begins to drift off to sleep, his arms hugging his backpack but he was dangerously teetering off the seat, so Satoru gently picks him up, allowing him to lay his tiny head on his shoulder.

“He’s gonna stick around with us for a long time, huh?” you whispered, rubbing Megumi’s back as he slept soundly in Satoru’s arms, the three of yu blissfully unaware of just how much your life has changed. You came to Chiba and there was only you and Satoru, now, you were three. And though you know Satoru doesn’t intend to step in as a guardian, you could tell he was slowly settling into the inevitability of that fact. This boy needed a new start, a home, and people to guide him as he grew.

“…Yeah, he will,” Satoru answers, his eyes filled with wonder himself. Earlier when he first met Megumi, he told him to become strong enough to keep up with him.

But for now, maybe this was enough.

For the most part, Megumi is a good kid.

He diligently helps you with the housework without needing to be told twice the same way he diligently trains under Gojo’s tutelage. He studies hard despite only being in primary school, and he’s well-mannered in every way…at least to you, the kid won’t pass up the opportunity to scowl and call Satoru a lanky freak when he’s being pestered by him.

Because he’s so young to be sleeping in Tokyo Jujutsu High’s dormitories, you and Satoru settled into the idea of renting an apartment near the campus premises. Since you and Satoru are eighteen years old now, it was high time that the two of you start growing into your roles as functional adults which means leasing an apartment, paying the bills, growing your careers and taking your relationship to the next level.

Of course, you and Satoru both piled in cash when it comes to raising Megumi. Satoru mostly shouldered rent, monthly utilities and Megumi’s tuition, being a rich guy like him, those were practically small beans to him. You, on the other hand, shouldered the groceries, Megumi’s clothes and other needs.

One day, while on your way to pick up Megumi, you pass by the trendy Daikanyama district due to a road closure leading to the Ebisu district where Megumi’s primary school is. The inconvenience is nothing short of serendipitous as you and your boyfriend really did need a quick breather and some time for yourselves.

“I feel like I’m gonna turn into a wine dad very soon. Who would have known enrolling a kid would be that tough?” Satoru huffs, his hand protectively around your waist as you walked past boutique after boutique. “Like how am I supposed to know what his blood type is for the school clinic record?”

You hummed, sneakily stealing a kiss from him to which he responds to by pulling you closer, and pretending to bite off your ear. “For all the school knew, Megumi is ours. That would explain why they felt a little icky towards us when they saw how young we are back in that parent-teacher meeting.”

“Mmph, fair point. A cute son will come from a handsome father after all—“

“—Oh please. You’re okay at best.”

“You didn’t say that last night when I had you all folde—“

“—Please do not finish that sentence in public.”

Digressing, Satoru sighs, planting a contrite kiss on your warm cheek as the two of you leisurely walk down the picturesque lane of Tokyo’s very own version of Soho. Once you reach the main road, a certain outerwear apparel store catches your eye. You stop in front of the store window, looking curiously at the displayed winter items. “Megumi’s birthday is coming up soon, no? We should get him something nice.”

“Hmm? Oh right, the 22nd is coming up,” Satoru hums thoughtfully, leading you inside the store. There, the two of you split up to look for a nice gift for Megumi. There, he is approached by a staff member who asks if he’s looking for anything in particular. Satoru clears his throat, nodding. “I’m looking to buy a gift for my son.”

Somehow, you heard that from across the store and you shoot Satoru an amused look when he refers to Megumi as ‘his son’.

“Right, and how old might he be? We have a batch of new arrivals that came in today. They’re perfect for kids aged four and above.” At that, you rejoin Satoru and the sales staff leads you to check out the items at the front of the store. You and Satoru sort through the rack and find one that the two of you agree on: a fleece two-toned gravel winter jacket.

After paying for it, the two of you rush to get to Ebisu elementary school. Making your way to the gate, Megumi instantly spots you and Satoru, the latter being very difficult to miss since he pretty much towered over everyone else.

“Hi, kid, d’you have fun today?” you crouch down to give Megumi a hug. Between you and Satoru, you were the more clingy one towards Megumi, there’s hardly any hesitation in your heart when you pull him in for a warm embrace or carry him in your arms. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind one bit, but if Satoru did any of the those things to him, he’ll probably headbut him.

“It was fine,” Megumi says shyly once you pull away. “Oh and I got a hundred on the math homework you helped me with.”

“You did?” you smiled. “I’m so proud of you, Megumi.” Satoru smiles, going to ruffle Megumi’s hair only for the little boy to duck away from his hand and hide behind you.

Chuckling at the kid’s antics, Satoru concedes, putting up his free hand in surrender while his other one held onto the gift bag you got. Megumi reads the name of the store: “The North Face��. Following Megumi’s gaze, Satoru grins, handing Megumi the bag. “Here, we got you something. Call it an advanced birthday gift.”

Megumi’s expression screamed: “You didn’t have to.” but you don’t miss the look of surprise and gratitude that shined through his features. You gently nudge him to open it and his breath hitches in his throat when he sees the gift you got him — the first gift he’s ever received.

“Happy birthday, Megumi,” you and Satoru greet the little boy, with Satoru helping Megumi to try it on.

That was the first time Megumi initiated a heartfelt hug and the first time he ever included Satoru, his little arms trying their hardest to include the two of you, so you decide to help him out, and your and Satoru’s arms engulf the little one.

“Thank you.”

“I don’t know what happened, but I’m headed there now. Alright, see you soon. I love you.”

Everything happened so quickly. One minute you were in Tokyo Jujutsu High’s teacher lounge organizing the first years’ missions for the next few days when you receive a call from Ebisu elementary school, informing you that Megumi got into a horrible fight and was now in the school clinic ready to be picked up, the next you were dashing out the door hurrying over to the school with your heart pounding in your chest.

There, you are the quintessential picture of a frazzled mother looking for her son in the school clinic.

“Y/N!”

“Megumi,” you breathed, your eyebrows knitting together in worry. Gathering him into your arms, you sit on the tiny hospital bed. “What happened? They said you got into a fight? And where’s your jacket?” He was wearing the jacket you got for him this morning when you and Satoru dropped him off, actually, he’s been wearing it a lot, indicating it’s one of, if not his favorite jacket.

Before Megumi could even speak, it looks like the kid that he got into a tussle with had already tattled on him to his mother and now said mother is furiously berating you and Megumi, not caring if anyone else in the clinic could overhear the scandalous remarks she’s throwing your way.

“I want full disciplinary action against this boy!” the middle aged woman all but screeches to the school’s principal, pointing an accusatory finger at Megumi who doesn’t flinch but you hear him sniffle. He’s never been yelled at like that before.

“Ma’am, please, let’s settle this like two rational adults—“

“—Oh I will, I can’t say the same about you! Are you not the least bit ashamed that you couldn’t teach your son good morals?” She then theatrically goes to place her hands on her son’s shoulders. And you have to be honest, with that bruised lip of his alongside his bleeding nose, Megumi had done some serious damage to the boy.

“I — Megumi is a good kid, not once, have we ever seen him hit someone for no reason—“

“—So you’re saying it’s my son’s fault yours is emotionally unstable? This boy doesn’t need a good talking to, what he needs is psychological intervention!”

“Alright, can everyone just please calm down?” The principal, too, seems visibly uncomfortable with the vile words the other parent was spewing at you like machine gun fire. “We’re all here to fix the problem, not make it worse.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you could tell this conversation has reached an impasse. Clearly, there’s no way you could reach a mutual understanding of what should be done to resolve the issue.

The older woman looks at you in disdain, grumbling under her breath at the humiliation of being scolded, “What should I even expect from an irresponsible woman who got knocked up before she was even an adult?”

“Don’t you dare talk about my wife or my son that way.”

Megumi looks up, tears in his eyes when Satoru strides in, his normally shining blue eyes dark with a fury that cannot be quelled. You can’t even feel the butterflies that went wild in your stomach when he accidentally referred to you as ‘his wife’ without so much as a stutter because you’re honestly this close to chewing the vile woman out. It didn’t matter if she insulted you, but if she does so much as insult and make your boy cry, you and Satoru will give the weasel a matching patch on her scalp where there should have been hair had you not ripped it out.

But now was not the time to prove her right.

People have always judged you and Satoru for being acting parents at such a young age, often giving you rude stares when you’re out and about doing the most menial of things like shopping at the supermarket or spending some time in the kōen, people found your current situation disgusting, borderline immoral, which is why you initially had trouble looking for an elementary school that would properly entertain you, Satoru and Megumi and not dismiss you three as a bunch of kids playing house.

“Satoru…” you rub your boyfriend’s arm soothingly.

“Babe, she insulted you and ‘Gumi,” Satoru whispers sadly. “I can’t just let her do that.”

All of a sudden, Megumi’s voice cuts through the tension in the room. “Daisuke was being mean. He ruined Hana-chan’s project and made her cry.” At that, the kid named Daisuke bites his lip, his skin turning pallid at the revelation. “And when I told him to apologize, he and Kaito…” Megumi whimpers, trailing off. He averts his gaze from your and Satoru’s, feeling guilty.

And right then and there, the story becomes even clearer when an unexpected witness comes to Megumi’s defense.

“Megumi-kun? We found your jacket, it’s not too damaged, but you may want to have your mama and papa wash it when you get home.” The school nurse walks in and hands you the ruined jacket, it had been cut all over but since it’s fleece, the damage isn’t too bad, not only that, it had crayon marks all over it and it smelled of the dumpster.

“…Daisuke and Kaito ruined my jacket and I punched him,” Megumi sniffles. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t apologizing for punching Daisuke, that much you could tell, he was apologizing to you and Gojo for supposedly not taking care of the gift you two got him just last week.

The vile mother scoffs at your son’s apology. “Save your breath, you little liar—“

“—He wasn’t talking to you,” Satoru glares at the woman, effectively shutting her up. “Come on, we’re going home.” With that, Satoru, being careful with him given his sprained wrist, carries Megumi out the clinic. You offer the principal a polite nod, indicating that you’ll cooperate with any sanction she seems fit for Megumi, Kaito and Daisuke, before following Satoru and Megumi to the parking lot. A melancholic smile appears on your lips when you hear Satoru reassuring Megumi that you’ll just wash and mend the jacket once you get home to which, Megumi only buries his face in the crook of his father figure’s neck.

If there is one good thing that happened today, it’s the fact that you proved to yourself and to each other that, no one in this world is allowed to hurt or insult your family.

Satoru wakes up to an empty bed and he doesn’t pretend to wonder where you are. He stays like that for a full minute, simply staring at the ceiling while your side of the bed slowly loses its warmth. He knows you’re hurting, and he knows just how much this entire ordeal has taken from you. First, you had to deal with him being sealed in the Prison Realm, now this…

You really just couldn’t catch a break, could you?

Slowly, Satoru gets up and pads across the hallway, entering a painfully familiar room. The owner of the room has only since recently moved out, but for ten years, this room is one he normally frequented with you, whether it be on Christmas mornings to greet the little prince that occupied such a special place in your heart or on nights when the three of you just simply needed to hold each other, searching for comfort, while you slept.

The door creaks open and Satoru’s eyes well up with tears, his heart plagued by the same emotional turmoil that was haunting you day in and day out. “I just want our boy to come home…I want our son back,” you cried as you held the jacket Megumi had outgrown, the same one he wore almost everyday that winter when he first came to live with you and Satoru.

Instantly, Satoru sits next to you on Megumi’s bed, hushing your cries, kissing away each agonizing tear that slipped from the confines of your sorrowful orbs.

“He must be so scared,” you sniffled, picturing Megumi in the darkest crevices of Sukuna’s soul, trapped and alone. “I don’t even know if he’s alright, if he’s even slept at all or if he’s being tormented by Sukuna day in and day out. What if he’s in pain? What if he’s cold?” you sobbed into your husband’s chest, your cries growing more desperate with each hour Megumi isn’t home safe.

“Shh, shh…I know, sweetheart…I’ll get him back, I promise I’ll bring him home.”

Or he’ll die trying.

Somewhere in the void, Megumi Fushiguro is in a state of catatonic stasis. Is this what limbo feels like? He just wants to sleep, to give in and let Sukuna’s soul consume him.

It’s so cold…so…cold.

No! He can’t give up, more than his desire to tap out and just live and let die…he wants to go home where he belongs.

You and Satoru must be so worried about him and he was worried too, what if something had happened out there while he was here? What if…something happened to the two of you when he hasn’t even done a thing to thank you both for all the love you’ve given him throughout these years? So with his last inch of consciousness remaining, he spends it on a silent plea.

“Mom…dad…please come find me.”

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godisshook · 4 months

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New Year, New Me

Adam needed a change. Life for him had been dull, with each day feeling monotonous. He couldn’t stand it, entirely dissatisfied with school, he had all but given up on his studies by now. If his apathy towards school wasn’t already making things bad, his dating prospects made things miserable. Despite doing everything in his power to put himself out there, he simply never had any romantic success. As he celebrated the new year with his friends, the one thing making his life worthwhile, he silently wished for some way to change things, to make his life better. With the ball dropping and the new year starting, he returned home, not knowing that his wishes would be answered in the most unexpected way.

It was a quiet day on campus, with most people returning home for the new year. Adam didn’t particularly care about going back, and so stayed in his dorm with his roommate, Blake. Returning home from the store, Adam opened the door, and was met with a guy he had never seen before. Noticing Adam’s worry, the unknown guy spoke, “Hey Adam, it’s Blake!” Adam’s eyes widened. He had changed his entire look, going from a quiet, unassuming guy, to one of the strongest guys Adam knew of. Inquiring on this sudden change, Blake bluntly replied, “It’s this app called ResetR, It’s fucking crazy man!”

Curiosity would get the best of Adam, as he ventured to the App Store to find this seemingly magical program. Upon finding the page for ResetR, he quickly downloaded it, hoping this would be the change he so desperately needed. He zoomed through terms and conditions, not caring about the various warnings, ana made it to the main page, where he was met with a set of questions.

>Would you like to start? Yes. >Please answer each question on a scale of "Strongly Disagree" to "Strongly Agree." Ensure all answers are as honest as possible.

While going through the questions, Adam became more and more bored, as he failed to see the relevance of the app asking about his eating habits, and thus, before making it to the most vital questions, he closed the app, opened twitter, and simply scrolled the night away.

That would not be his last experience with ResetR, however, as soon more and more people in his life would change; some simply becoming taller, while others seemed to have a full makeover. Knowing the source of these changes, and with his dating life still abysmal, Adam decided to give it one more go. Luckily for him, the process was about to become much easier. He noticed the app had undergone a major update; allowing you to scroll through preset profiles, rather than simply filling out a form. Not only that, but he could change aspects of his current self, instead of simply becoming a new person.

Now, the starting screen presented two choices:

>I would like to change my current self >I would like to view profiles, and perform a reset

Adam wanted to venture into what this new update had to offer, and selected the second option. A few sliders were presented, such as muscle, and level of success, and after setting each bar to his liking, Adam hit confirm, and was presented with a slew of new bodies he could inhabit. He swiped through profile after profile, with none of them particularly catching his interest. Getting sick of the process once more, he would almost give up, until one profile would stop him dead in his tracks.

Danny, 22 Profile Features: Career: Model, Height: 6’3, Weight: 205 lbs, Personality: Cocky, Domineering, Self-Centered

Adam was completely enamored with this profile. Danny had everything Adam wanted, and then some. While his personality left some to be desired, it was a sacrifice he would be willing to make. Looking over everything one final time, Adam knew that this was what he wanted. He clicked the big green “Confirm” button, and was presented with even more waivers and forms, which he breezed through again, tweaking small aspects until he had the perfect profile.

Now came the decision of how long to maintain this. He could select it for a small period of time to see how things went, like many of his friends did, or, making his reset permanent. Mulling over his choices, dam reflected on his experiences. His life was entirely uninteresting, always being a wingman, and never having any luck in dating himself. There wasn’t many things in his life he would miss if he decided to reset. He then thought about his friends. They had all changed back by now, with the novelty of the app over for them. Those who had changed aspects of themselves chose to keep it, but most didn’t want to change everything. Noticing the option to stay within the area, Adam mulled over it, thinking that he would remember Blake no matter what.

Soon, his choice was made.

Adam chose to stay in the area, and just in case, he drafted and sent one final text to Blake, his closest friend, simply saying, “Thank you for everything, hope to see you again.” With the text sent, and without a second thought, he selected a permanent reset, and clicked “Confirm” one final time.

Any regret Danny might have had about his decision would be gone in just a few weeks, as he made new friends, and had guys lining up to be with him. His promiscuous attitude was perfect, as he was dicking guys down left and right, without a care in the world. With the change setting in, his old friends became replaced with new ones, and the old Adam was no more. Danny had come across a shaggy haired guy on campus in one of his communications classes, who introduced himself as Blake. While the name sounded familiar, he simply could not remember from where. Nevertheless, he set his sights on him, and got Blake in bed, making him straddle his massive cock, and take load after load.

The two soon were fucking every day, as Blake poured his heart out to Danny, talking about an old friend of his, who he had assumed left town. Danny shrugged at this, and continued pounding Blake out, and as time passed, even he would forget about his old friend. With the month over, and changes setting in completely, any trace of Adam was now gone, and his new life had truly begun. As Danny admired himself in the mirror, he knew he was going to enjoy this new life, with his new fuck buddy, and live it to the fullest.

#ResetR #male body swap #male transformation #swapping #muscle jock #muscle hunk

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hyunfilms · 7 months

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connected (hhj) | one shot.

—summary: a night alone at the bar leads you to a beautiful man named hyunjin.

—pairing: hwang hyunjin x f. reader

—genre: (18+) strangers to lovers | fluff, smut

—word count: 5.6k

—content/warnings: love at first sight kinda thing? soulmates if you really squint, was kinda inspired reading yung pueblo's poem (his poem isnt available anymore rip), cussing, model/artist hyunjin, oc and hyunjin are completely enamored by each other & hyunjin got googly eyes hehe, he is very sweet and a gentleman though, alcohol consumption, intoxication, kisses/making out, protected sex, praising, oral (f. receiving), fingering, sprinkle of spit play, ass-smacking, breast play, sprinkle of choking, missionary, doggy style 🤓 woof, multiple orgasms (like 2 lol), after care and cuddles, lightly edited so i apologize if i miss anything!!, very self-indulgent and just something i needed to write out 😭

—ON ROTATION: fwm - tone stith / for us - v

Sleepless nights.

It’s another one of those sleepless nights— for him, for her, for many people, for you.

Your business trip to Paris was coming to an end tonight; an early AM flight scheduled in the morning to bring you back to your beautiful, but also mundane life in California. Although grateful for the opportunity to travel here and explore for a week and a half, you were ready to get back to the familiar. The familiar places, the familiar faces, familiar routine. You sigh at the thought, finishing up your cocktail at the bar while scrolling through social media.

“Another one, miss?” The bartender comes to you with a small smile on his face.

“Please. Thank you.” You nod and reciprocate the smile, eyes now glancing around the room as you feel the alcohol slowly running through your veins. The bar was beautifully decorated in dark, elegant decor, lights dimmed throughout the entire room. Luckily for you, your hotel room was only a few floors up— making it incredibly easy for you to enjoy yourself and let loose; something you haven’t been able to do while being bombarded with coworkers and a tight agenda.

Your eyes fall onto the couple just a table or two away. They’re enjoying their drinks, though their eyes say they’re bored and over each other with the way they can’t keep eye contact for longer than 2 seconds. Then, your eyes fall onto the lady in the far corner who is typing furiously away on her phone. Your eyes shift to the gentleman all the way down on the other end of the bar, repeatedly looking down at his watch before bringing the phone to his ear for the umpteenth time; probably waiting on a date that never showed up when they said they would.

“Whiskey on the rocks, please?” Your eyes now fall onto the tall, attractive man that slides into the empty seat next to you— setting his bag onto the surface before letting out a heavy sigh. He’s in a black sweater, slacks and black chelsea boots, and you can’t help but notice how everything sits on his figure so, so perfectly. Hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, a few bangs framing the sides of his face; freshly shaved undercut. His tongue quickly swipes the surface of his pink, plump lips before he thanks the bartender and sips on his drink— you’re sure you’ve never seen anybody so perfectly sculpted.

Was this a cruel joke?

“Your cocktail, miss.” You thank the bartender again before shyly sipping on your second glass of the night, trying to keep to your own space.

“Sorry, hope someone wasn’t sitting here already.” He suddenly says, making you turn towards him. There’s really no one else around but you two; perhaps, another individual a few seats down, and that gentleman at the end still waiting on his date.

“Oh, um. No.” You give him a toothless smile. “You’re good.”

“Cool.” Is all he says before chugging the whiskey in his glass, asking for another round. “It’s been a long night. Wanna take a shot with me?” He turns to you again, licking his lips yet again. “No pressure.” You keep your eyes on him as you think about your next move. He is an attractive man, a harmless one at that.

It’s your last night in Paris, what do you have to lose?

“Sure.” You shrug. “Why not?”

“Nice to know you’re down.” He laughs a bit before calling the bartender and asking for two shots. “What’s your poison?”

“Tequila.” He pokes his bottom lip out before nodding in agreement.

“Two shots of tequila it is, then.”

“Didn’t you just down some whiskey? That’s a little dangerous.” He laughs before turning in his seat to face you.

“Don’t worry about me sweetheart, I’m staying here.” Crazy, you think. Out of all the times to bump into someone who is also staying at this hotel. “What about you?”

“I’m here, too.” You sip on your drink some more.

“Then we’ll enjoy it.” He flashes his pearly whites when he smiles. “Hyunjin.” He holds out his hand.

“Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” He caresses the surface of your hand with his thumb just as the bartender comes back with two shot glasses filled to the brim with tequila. The bartender points to your cocktail with a smirk.

“Need a refill to wash down the tequila, or do you need something else?”

“I should be good. Thanks.” He winks before tending to the others down the line.

“So, Y/N. Where are you from?”

“California. What about you?”

“Seoul.”

“Nice. One of my friends moved there recently.” You quickly think about Lola, hoping she’s doing okay. Mental note to send her a message on Kakao later. “What brings you here?”

“Mm, probably the same reason as you.” Hyunjin smirks.

“Work?” He nods.

“See. Already have something in common.” You chuckle a bit, biting onto your bottom lip. “How long are you here for?”

“I’ve been here for close to two weeks. I’m heading back tomorrow morning.”

“Shame.” He does a slight head tilt. “We probably could have had fun exploring together.” You cock an eyebrow up before letting out a giggle.

“You think I’d be fun to explore with? A stranger?” Hyunjin grabs his shot glass while gently pushing yours over to you.

“I mean, you were down to take a shot with me. Why wouldn’t you be?” He raises his shot glass. “Cheers, Y/N.” You take your shot glass and tap it against his, the both of you taking the shot to the neck. Hyunjin makes a face [that probably mirrors yours right now] before sipping on a soda as chase. You squint your eyes as the burn lingers down your throat, immediately reaching for your cocktail to chase the rest down— which is definitely not the best choice of action here.

But, you’re enjoying the night. The last night.

With a beautiful, beautiful man next to you.

“Atta girl.” He laughs.

“Haven’t done that in awhile.”

“Feels kinda liberating in a sense, hm?” He teases. “Since I’m working with a deadline here, let’s get another round going while you tell me about yourself.”

“Another?”

“Last. Promise.” He winks.

“Hm.” You hum. “What can I tell you?” You ask, even though you mainly mean that question for yourself. What can you tell Hyunjin that is enough, and not too much?

“Why someone like you doesn’t have anyone by your side tonight?” He shrugs. “Or, anything. Everything, really. That works, too.” Hyunjin runs his finger along his bottom lip.

“Someone like me? Are you always this forward?” You tilt your head, already starting to feel the shot and cocktail. You like the way his eyes are glued on you, you like the way he says your name. You like the way he’s being forward, you like the way he looks tonight. You like him, you take interest in him.

He is exciting.

“No, but it’s the deadline.” He reminds you, making you snort.

“Well. It’s because I just don’t have anyone by my side in general.” You answer his question with a chuckle. “Just a 24 year old in tech, visiting their Paris office for another project.” You swirl the stirrer in your cocktail. “What about you? What brings you here?”

“Just a 23 year old dabbling in some art stuff. Some Fashion stuff.” He laughs, red tint coloring the surface of his cheeks just as the bartender brings another round of tequila shots. “Nothing too fancy.”

‘It sounds fancy.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He answers with another one of his cryptic responses, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ready for round two?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” You mock him and he laughs, passing your shot glass.

“Cute.” He taps his shot glass against yours, giving you a nod of acknowledgment before you two are repeating the process— knocking the shot back, relieving the burn with some sort of chase, giggling at how quick the alcohol is hitting you both. You are drunk, and you should’ve eaten a bit more before this. Fuck. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“If you couldn’t tell already, I think you’re really, really pretty.”

“Is that so?” He nods cutely, and it makes you laugh.

“Mhm. So I mean it when I say I wanna know all about you.”

“You don’t give up, do you?” He shakes his head.

“Nah.” He smiles, bottom lip in between his teeth as he eyes your features. “So, what is Y/N all about?” He sits back a bit while his gaze lingers on you, your eyes. The tip of your nose. Your lips. Your long, beautiful lashes.

He is paying attention to every word that slips from your lips, watching your hand gestures as you quickly explain your family dynamics and how you’ve grown up in a quiet household— always remaining quiet, shy and kept to yourself even until this day. You tell him about your friends back home, how you love to stay at home and be a homebody, how you occasionally find the energy to haul yourself out for long, but fun nights with your girls. You also [drunkenly] stumble upon the topic of exes, which you don’t normally open up about right away. But you’re a few shots in, and it doesn’t help that Hyunjin is actually showing interest in you.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, and he doesn’t plan to.

“Yeah, we’re not really friends or anything like that anymore.” You blabber on. “He blocked me everywhere. Which, you know—” You hiccup, a bit more drunk than you were 5 minutes ago. “I kinda don’t care because he shouldn’t be asking to look through my phone every time I go out. I fucking left after that. No sir, not me. No thanks.” Hyunjin laughs, endeared by how quick you’ve opened up to him. He appreciates it, and he does enjoy the way you talk about life; even if you may view it as simple, quiet.

“You’re right for having left him.” Hyunjin leans forward a bit. “It’s not fair, especially when you’ve never given him a reason to distrust you. You deserve better than that.”

“You think so?” You chuckle.

“Mhm.”

“Sorry, I totally went off and probably told you a lot more than you should know at this point.” He shakes his head. “What about you, Hyunjin?”

“No, I like hearing you talk. You’re very cute.” He laughs. “I’m not that interesting.”

“Really? I think you are.” You rest your chin on the palm of your hand.

“Yeah?” He smirks. “I just paint. A lot. I do some photoshoots. That’s all.”

“So are you like .. an artist, or something? A model?” He shrugs.

“I’m just Hyunjin.” He smiles. “But, I guess so? You can say that. I don’t have lots of friends, people oddly find me intimidating but I don’t care much to fix that either. I do stick to a few of them, we hang out often. I haven’t dated in awhile either, wasn’t really a priority for me.”

“Why did your last relationship end?” You internally curse yourself for fixing on that one detail out of everything else he’s mentioned. But, he doesn’t seem to mind. Spoiler: he doesn’t.

“Just didn’t click well like we thought we would.”

“I’m sorry.” He smiles.

“Don’t be. I like where I’m at.”

“That’s all that matters, right?”

“Yeah. Especially right now.” You cock a brow up, head tilting to the side again.

“Right now?”

“Mhm, with you. A few shots and drinks down, pondering on life. My kinda evening. Makes me not regret a thing about coming here.”

“You’re funny.”

“And you’re pretty.” He licks his bottom lip and bites onto it. His hand is only a few inches away from yours, pinky dying to reach out and pull your hand into his— wanting to playfully lace his fingers with yours. He’s not sure what it is, but he was drawn to you from the very moment he stepped into the bar. He smiled a bit to himself when he saw you people-watching, keeping to yourself as you sipped your drink and continued to scroll through your phone. You were totally oblivious to him from the beginning, and that was okay. Hyunjin wanted to quietly slip himself into the equation and find more subtle ways to talk to you, get to know you.

And he doesn’t regret a fucking thing.

He might be drunk, but he means it. He hasn’t ever felt this comfortable with a stranger, someone he met not too long ago. And that says a lot for him; it says a lot about you, your character. Meanwhile, you don’t think you’ll ever understand how someone like Hyunjin decided to waltz in and take this seat next to you at the time that he did. You’ll never understand the timing of everything, how the universe works and why it had to be a beautiful man like Hyunjin who found you first. But, you also don’t regret a damn thing, and you’re glad you decided to head to the bar tonight— especially alone.

When you meet Hyunjin’s eyes, it’s obvious that he’s feeling something— but that’s not the problem, no. You’re dying to find out what it means for the both of you tonight, how he plans to show you. Because you know he will, and that’s where the problem lies. What happens after that? When you both go along your merry ways?

“You know.. I think I’m just gonna call it a night soon.” You want to find out, but you don’t know if it’ll be good for you.

“Yeah?” You stand but find yourself stumbling on your own feet, letting out a laugh when you try to grab your things and keep yourself together. “Woah, pretty lady.” Hyunjin laughs with you. “How about I walk you to your room?” You pause. Fuck it.

“Okay, yeah. That’d be nice.”

“Alright, let me just pay for our tab—” He gives the bartender a look and gestures to close out the tab, his card already in his hand.

“What, no! Hyunjin.” You wrestle with your own wallet. “Let me pay for my own drinks.”

“Nah, I got you. On me.” He smiles sweetly. “Please.” You let out a sigh and surrender, letting him pay for the drinks before he stands and slips his card back into his wallet.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. For being good company.” He gives you a toothless smile. “So, where to?”

“10th floor?”

“After you.” He bids the bartender one last farewell before following you out of the bar and out into the hotel lobby. His eyes can’t help but linger down your figure; eyeing that tight, itty bitty off-the-shoulder dress and the way it hugs your curves, black over-the-knee boots hugging your legs nicely.

Ain’t no way you were just planning on sitting at the bar looking that fine.

“Hyunjin?” You call for him as you both stand in front of the elevator doors, and he’s snapped out of his thoughts. “You don’t actually have to walk me. I can make it in one piece.” You giggle.

“Leave you alone while drunk? I don’t think so.” He chuckles.

“Hm.” You hum, eyes fixed on the elevator doors in front of you. Hyunjin stands right behind you— inches away, just close enough to feel the heat radiate from his body. When the elevator dings, Hyunjin gently presses his hand against the small of your back; pushing you forward into the elevator. The touch itself brings tingles down your spine, enough where it has you struggling to keep your composure. You lean against the back railing, while Hyunjin stands next to you— hand resting on the rail as he faces your direction. Your eyes meet his, and you feel yourself get weak in the knees;

So weak that your phone slips out of your hands, making a loud thud against the floor.

“Oops, shit.” You mutter.

“I got it.” Hyunjin laughs, bending down to grab your phone. You can’t help but watch his every move closely, watching as he bends down, large hand grabbing at your phone. He’s way too close to your legs at one point, and your mind wanders to what it would be like if he were in between— “Think that belongs to you, miss.” He teases, standing tall as he hands you your phone. “You sure you’re good?”

“I am.” Except, not. Because the elevator is ten times hotter than it was earlier, and it seems to be taking its sweet ol’ time getting to your floor. The tension is unreal.

“What’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can hear you thinking.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean?” You pause as you look at him.

“I mean, has anyone ever told you how attractive you are?” You blurt out, alcohol definitely giving you that liquid courage to say anything and everything that’s currently running through your mind. “You just.. look like that.” He laughs.

“I could say the same for you, pretty. Trust me.” He leans forward towards your ear a bit, his scent lingering and trapping you in. “You wanna know something else?”

“Hm?”

“You make it very hard to not wanna kiss you.” He pulls back a bit to read your expression— almost like he’s giving you leverage to take it and run with it, or leave it. Everything in your court.

So, you choose.

And you choose by gently grabbing at his sweater, planting your lips on his for that first, initial kiss. His lips are soft and pillowy, just like you imagined. You only pull away a few inches, eyes darting from Hyunjin’s eyes, to his lips, back up to his eyes. He chases after your lips within the next minute, hand coming up to cup you by the neck; thumb caressing your cheek. At this point, you’re stuck to Hyunjin— lips seemingly not wanting to part from his. And you’re loving every bit of it so, so much.

You’re loving every bit of it so much that you don’t even care when the elevator takes a stop, doors sliding open for the man who was patiently waiting on the other side. He eyes the both of you before keeping his distance, positioning himself closer to the doors while scrolling through his phone. Hyunjin lets out a soft sigh in between kisses, completely wrapped up in your scent, your touch— you.

You’ve barely met, but right now, it feels like the world is at a stop; like it’s just you and Hyunjin at this moment in time. You’ll never understand it.

“Fuck.” He whispers against your lips before moving near your ear. “You’re driving me crazy.” He plants a soft kiss on your cheek before navigating back down to your lips. His other hand comes to your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze before his finger teases the edge of your dress— Hyunjin keeping the kiss alive with your hands still gripping at his sweater. His hand travels around to give your ass a quick squeeze before pressing you flush against him; to be close to him, to feel him.

And god, do you feel him.

He takes this moment to tug on your bottom lip, making you let out a sigh. The man who stepped into the elevator is now a long-gone thought, no longer caring about his presence or the fact that he’s a mere couple of steps away from you two. But finally, the elevator dings again and flashes a bright ‘10’ on the screen. Hyunjin quickly pulls away to check the current floor before slipping his hand into yours and leading the way out of the elevator. As soon as the doors close, the both of you erupt in a fit of giggles while leading the way down the hallway to your room. As you fiddle with your bag and try to fish for your hotel keycard, Hyunjin plants feathery kisses along your neck, down to your shoulder— his fingers still teasing the edge of your dress.

“Finally.” You pout, making Hyunjin laugh before placing another kiss near your jaw. As soon as you step inside the room, you toss your bag aside and wrap your arms around Hyunjin’s neck, legs around his waist. He carries you deeper into the room, setting you down on the edge of the bed to continue kissing you. In between kisses, he works his way with your boots; gently sliding the zipper down before tossing one boot off to the side, then the next.

“This dress.” He gently pushes you down on the bed before peppering kisses along your thighs. “So perfect on you.” He nibbles on your inner thighs, then soothes the surface with his lips. “Can’t believe no one was trying to snatch you up.”

“Maybe it’s just meant to be, hm?” You tease with a playful tone. Hyunjin pauses and looks at you, a smile teasing at the corner of his lips before he comes down and presses another sweet kiss to your lips.

“Maybe I’m just lucky after all.” You feel his hand fiddling with the edge of your dress again, slowly dipping further. “You know, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can totally—” A kiss. “Just hang out and talk more—” Another kiss.

“Hanging out and talking more—” Kiss. “Sounds good to me.”

“Mhm.” He pulls away and looks at you, really looks at you, before brushing the hair away from your face. “I mean it. I don’t normally do things like this. I just— I don’t know.” He chuckles a bit. “I’ve been drawn to you since I walked into that bar.” It’s your turn to look at him, really look at him, and you do nothing but pull him back to your lips.

“Please keep going.” Is all you manage to say. Because you are also drawn to him, and you’ll never understand it.

But right now, you don’t want to try and understand it. You just want to take this moment for what it is, for everything that it is.

The intensity grows during the heated kiss, and Hyunjin is back to slotting himself in between your thighs, dress now pushed up.

“Can I?” He asks, and you nod— giving him full permission to remove your panties and toss them off to the side; feet propped up on the bed to give Hyunjin the best view. He doesn’t waste any time before he’s running his thumb down your slit, sliding two fingers in just to get a feel for you. He bites onto his bottom lip, reveling in the soft moans you’re letting out. “So wet for me.” He says before licking a stripe upwards, feeling your legs slightly jolt at the sensation. “Gonna take care of you.” He reassures you by running a hand up your thigh and gently squeezing it. He laps at your folds, sucking gently at the sensitive nub before repeating his motions and pumping his digits into you at a set pace.

“My god.” You whimper, hands resting on Hyunjin’s head. A gasp falls from your slips when Hyunjin removes his fingers and spits on your pussy, tongue spreading your wetness all over. You continue to grind against his mouth, picking up the pace when you feel yourself reaching your peak. The way he was taking care of you was heaven sent; incredibly heaven sent that with just another roll or two, Hyunjin manages to push you over the edge. “Oh— yes!” You blurt out as you come undone, your entire body going limp while catching stars.

Hyunjin soothes you through small pecks on your thighs, through gentle squeezes of the hips. He stands and hovers over you, giving you a taste of yourself when he leans in for a kiss— holding the kiss there momentarily. When you part, he watches as you take his hand, tongue circling around the two fingers that were just inside of you. He swears he almost loses himself at that moment, but he manages to keep himself together. Hyunjin moves you up on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable in between the tiny kisses he plants all over your body.

Chest.

Hands, fingers.

Collarbone, neck.

Lips.

He’s stripping you of your dress, just as you help him out of his sweater, his slacks. His eyes widen when he pops off your strapless bra, letting out a shaky breath before taking a nipple into his mouth— tongue working in circular motions and pulling back with a pop. You arch your back slightly and let out a moan, Hyunjin taking this opportunity to move onto the next bud and repeating the motion on it. You tease at the waistband of his boxers before he wrestles himself out of them; dick painfully hard and springing free. He lets out a moan when he feels your hand wrap around his member, pumping him a few times and watching the pre-cum leak from his tip.

“Need you.” He breathily moans. “Need you now, pretty.”

“Here.” You pause, grabbing the single condom from your bag on the nightstand. Hyunjin leans back on his ankles, laughing at the box you’ve handed over.

“So, why do you have this?” He smirks as he rips the condom open and begins to slide it down his length.

“Quit. My bestfriend shoved it in my bag as a ‘just in case.’”

“Tell them I said thank you.” You giggle.

“Shut up.” Hyunjin bites his lip before diving in for another kiss. Even as he breaks the kiss, his lips continue to graze yours as he lines himself up at your entrance— eyes glued to yours as he slips himself in slowly. He watches your eyes roll back and shut close, back arching; a silent moan leaving your lips. He continues to push, and push, until he bottoms out and lets out a shaky breath; giving himself a moment to adjust and keep his composure.

God, you feel good around him.

“Fuuuuck.” He moans. “Feels too good. So perfect.” He begins to slowly pick up the pace, hearing your slickness make those noises beneath him that drive him insane. You grip onto his chiseled biceps, pretty white polished nails digging into the surface of his skin. At this point, Hyunjin has found the perfect rhythm— sinking into you every thrust, feeling every inch, every delicate point that he can touch.

Deeply.

“Hyunjin, god. Please.” You whine and beg continuously, calling his name as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. The only sounds in the room are the sounds of skin against skin, wet kisses being exchanged in between and your names bouncing off of the walls.

“I got you.” Hyunjin feels you squeezing him, and it’s taking everything within him not to burst. He takes a hand to your neck and gives it a gentle squeeze, watching your tits bounce with every thrust he gives.

And he gives it all.

He sits back for a moment when he sees you starting to move your hips and ride against his movements. Another moan slips from his lips when he watches you roll your hips and work him from beneath, hissing when you speed it up.

“Such a good girl.” He says. Your moans become a little sharper, a little louder, Hyunjin now taking his thumb to your clit to relieve some of the tension. You begin to whimper, your nails digging a little deeper, and Hyunjin can feel your walls starting to cave. He continues his work on your clit before he's back to fucking you senselessly into the mattress.

“Right there— Hyunjin—” Your words are broken as you try to chase your high. “Close—”

“That’s it, pretty.” He says, praising you and egging you to tip over the edge. It takes a few more before Hyunjin sees your face contort in pleasure, back arching just as you tremble underneath him. “Shit, that’s it.” He repeats, feeling your walls pulse against him. He feels himself getting close to his own climax, so he quickly pulls out and has you flip over— face down, ass up. He wastes no time slipping himself back in, continuing at the pace he was just at even though you were still trying to recover from your last orgasm. Though a bit sensitive, the pleasure rebuilds quickly, and you’re back to begging Hyunjin to go harder.

Faster.

Which, he gladly does. He gives your ass a good smack, leaving his print while letting out a groan and gripping your hips. He calls your name, praising you for how good you’ve been to him tonight and how lucky he is.

“Y/N, fuck— gonna cum.” He breathes out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels his coil threatening to snap. Sooner or later, a beautiful, melodic moan slips from his lips, his hands digging crescents into your hips as he falls onto you and fills up the condom. “You okay, pretty?” He presses a soft kiss on your back, your right shoulder.

“Mhm.” He removes himself from you, the both of you letting out soft sighs at the feeling. Hyunjin tosses the condom in the trash before racing off to the bathroom.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” He says as he grabs for one of your wipes sitting in the bathroom, cleaning you up before himself. You shyly head to the bathroom to finish up and change into something more comfortable— slipping into the covers while Hyunjin throws on his boxers. You’re not really sure what’s next, and to be honest, you’re a little unsure of how to navigate this whole one-night-stand thing.

Because of course you’ll have to. You leave tomorrow. This is the first and last time you’ll see Hyunjin.

It makes you a bit sad, for whatever reason.

“I-I hope you know you aren’t obligated to stay, I know you must wanna go back to your room—” He laughs a bit and turns to you.

“How about I stay until you fall asleep, hm? That sound okay with you?” Yes, yes it does. You want him here, and you want to cherish every last bit of this tender, intimate moment that you’ve shared with someone you connected with hours ago.

“Okay.” He slips himself in, comfortable in his boxer briefs and nothing else. You find this to be the cherry on top; the way Hyunjin pulls you in and allows you to lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat beneath you, the way he lazily throws an arm over you but keeps you close, the way that he just lets you be.

Hyunjin is connected to you. He is drawn to you.

The combination of the alcohol and exhaustion is now pushing you to fall asleep quickly in Hyunjin’s arms. He manages to close his eyes, afraid to move you or wake you— wanting you to get the best sleep possible before your flight tomorrow. You’ll never understand this. But tonight, you won’t try to. Because you’ll take this for what it is, for everything that it is.

You are connected to Hyunjin. You are drawn to him.

Hyunjin wakes up and finds your side of the bed cold, empty. Which tugs a bit on his heart, but he knew this is what it would come to— being it was your last night, and the two of you lived on opposite ends of the world. He honestly didn’t mean to stay last night, but he couldn’t help himself after seeing how peacefully you were sleeping. He’s not sure he understands it well enough, but he still feels drawn to you; even now, as you board your plane and take your seat in business class. He finds a tiny note on the nightstand with your name and number, and he smiles to himself— making sure to keep the note safe.

Hyunjin keeps the note safe for awhile. Safe to the point where he doesn’t do much with it besides look at the number every now and then before tucking it back into his wallet. He can’t find the courage to text you, call you, because he’s not sure what is left of you two after that night. What would he do from Seoul? What would you do from California?

It’s unfortunate, and Hyunjin really hates it. He’s not sure when he’ll use this. And of course, over time, you’ve wondered what you did, or why Hyunjin didn’t make use of your number. Though, part of you understood where he was coming from. So, you eventually learn to let it be.

Maybe there wasn’t a use for it, for all of this.

Maybe it was supposed to be a one-night thing, a memorable, one-night thing. A one-night thing that you keep for the memories, a one-night thing that you keep close to your heart– Hyunjin.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Hyunjin keeps the note safe for a while. Safe to the point where he doesn’t do much with it besides look at the number every now and then before tucking it back into his wallet.

Until months later, Hyunjin finds himself thinking about your note just as he steps onto the concrete floor and takes in the fresh air—

Eyes shifting to the California sunrise ahead of him.

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𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋. 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟑

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warnings: angst, cursing, sorry for the errors.

Genre: 18+, best friends dad, smut, single dad, minors do not interact!

WC: 1,695k

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Days seemed to pass by slower and slower without you around. It was awful. Everything felt empty, not to mention how quiet it always was without you there.

He missed how you’d come to the kitchen like it was your own and help yourself to any food he had, whether that be a snack or his leftovers.

He missed the little sneaky kisses you’d give him on his cheek while he was cooking and his daughter was in her room and the occasional quickies in the kitchen or in his office.

He missed you just being around sure he had his daughter but that didn’t mean he never got lonely.

Especially at night when it was just him lying in a cold bed that begged to be warmed by the presence of someone who loved him.

What made it worse was the fact he actually had that, but he had to give it all away for the sake of his daughter’s happiness.

In turn, putting himself on the back end and masking his pain or what he thought was masking it.

He thought he was doing a pretty good job at pretending he was okay but little did he know he wasn’t and that’s what ultimately led to him being caught.

He was currently in the shower when his daughter snuck into his room, snooping for his phone. She made sure the shower was still running while swiping up on his phone and opening it. Luckily, he didn’t have a passcode, so leafing through his messages was easy.

She scrolled, and there were no new messages. “Odd,” she mumbles to herself and scrolls to the older messages, where your name can clearly be seen with a heart emoji next to it.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes tapping on the conversation between you two it was mostly good morning and goodnight but some were more flirty and others were just casual conversations.

Now it dawned on her no wonder he’s been on his phone so much, which in turn meant he wasn’t over you, and he was still reminiscing about the two of you together.

She heard the water cut off and she quickly shut his phone off and jogged downstairs waiting for him to finish getting ready for work.

About fifteen minutes later, he came downstairs to greet her. “Hey, you’re up early,” he laughs while going into the kitchen to make himself a coffee.

“Yeah,” she shifts nervously, watching her dad from the living room.

While getting a mug for his coffee, he unintentionally grabs the cup you used to use for water in the early mornings.

He remembers those mornings like yesterday, the ones where he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was so smitten with you back then, and absolutely nothing has changed now. He just wished he had a bit of willpower at that time cause if he did, he wouldn’t have even made a move on you, to begin with, and the way he’s feeling right now could have easily been avoided.

He holds the cup in his hands for a few seconds and sighs loudly before putting it back in the cupboard and grabbing a new one.

He sat at the kitchen table, waiting for his coffee to brew while looking at the texts. He promised himself he’d stop, but he couldn’t. It was the only thing he had left of you, and besides, it was no one else’s business that he kept a secret on his phone.

He couldn’t help but smile remembering all the times he texted you on lunch break, and you’d sneakily answer him even if you were in class. He’d scold you so many times, but your little hard-headed self never quite listened. He wasn’t complaining either cause he loved texting you even if the timing was inopportune.

His daughter kept sneaking glances at him from the living room, and it was clear as day that the smile on his face was now far brighter than the many he had forced over the last few weeks.

And now it was obvious that he hadn’t been the same since the whole ordeal between the two of you.

She did feel kinda bad about it all, but how could not only her best friend but her dad betray her as well? How else was she supposed to feel? Was everything supposed to be sunshine and rainbows after she found out her dad and her best friend had been fucking each other and having a whole romantic relationship behind her back?

She sighed loudly and folded her arms across her chest, thinking in a whirlwind of never-ending possibilities of who was in the wrong here.

No wonder her dad seemed so much happier months back; no wonder you were acting so jumpy and suspicious around her. No wonder heeseung was smiling more.

Ugh.

It was happening all right In front of her face, and she missed every single last sign.

“Anyways,” he says, shutting off his phone and finishing his coffee. “That’s good 'cause I have to get some gas on the way.” She nodded, her head still lost in thought. “Everything good?” He asked. When he saw the indifferent expression on her face, he felt his heart drop for a moment, wondering if somehow he had been caught, but he breathed a sigh of relief when she replied that she was just tired. “Aww, don’t work too hard, okay? Maybe after school, you can invite your friends over, and we can have dinner like before.” he easily shakes the negative thoughts away, realizing he was just being paranoid. There’s no way she knew he was still caught up on you.

“Sure, I’d like that.” She forced a smile of her own this time.

“How are things with Jay still good?” He transferred his coffee to a travel cup and put on his suit jacket.

“Yes.” heeseung started to sense something odd again. Before, she’d been so enthusiastic about sharing stories about Jay with him, but now she was completely silent.

“Good, I like him for you.” She merely smiles and sits up from the couch, ready to go to school.

Heeseung monitored her strange behavior, and he couldn’t help thinking that maybe he had ruined his relationship with his daughter because he was with you. Maybe he fucked up every relationship he had because he was selfish and only acted on what he wanted without thinking of the consequences, and worse, maybe his daughter didn’t actually forgive him for what he did with her best friend.

He took a deep breath to calm his overworked heart, telling himself that he’d just have to talk things out with her and everything would be okay.

He had to convince himself of that because if he didn’t, he was not sure if he could even go to work with his mind being overloaded with nothing but worry and stress.

Later that night, when his daughter got home from school, she invited Jake and Jay over for dinner like normal, and everything went well. Heeseung still trusted Jay's intentions with his daughter, and Jake was still that overwhelmingly nice guy.

Once dinner was finished, heeseung cleaned up, with Jake insisting that he help out as well, which heeseung didn’t refuse cause he could use the extra help. After everything was cleaned, Jake joined the other two upstairs in his daughter's room while he went to his office to get some leftover work done.

Time flies by while he was working and the only thing that made him realize just how late it was was Jake knocking on his office door letting him know they were heading home for the night. “Oh really?” He chuckles and checks the time it was already ten at night. “Well, you boys have a good night.”

“You too, sir, thanks for dinner.” heeseung nodded his head softly, but something had been itching in his mind all night, and now that Jake and him were alone, he couldn’t help but ask.

“Say, how’s y/n been? She hasn’t been over in a while,” he casually asked while closing his computer so he could give his undivided attention.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Jake starts, and heeseung feels his heart drop.

“Know what?” His brows creased together in confusion, his heart rate picking up by the second with nothing but worry, but he tried to hide how concerned he was.

“Well, we kinda had a falling out, not me and Jay but your daughter and y/n. They don’t hang out anymore, so we kinda went our separate ways as well. None of them will tell me why, either. I tried hanging out with y/n, but she always tells me she’s busy, but I know she isn’t. She looks really sad and down all the time, and I feel bad for her cause I know she’s going through something. I just wish I could be there for her like before, you know?” Jake bounces on the balls of his feet and bites his lip softly.

“Oh wow, I’m sorry to hear that.” Heeseung pretends he doesn’t know that you and his daughter haven’t been hanging out anymore. “Well, hopefully, things get better. I’m sure it’s just a rough patch, and they’ll figure it out” he gives Jake false hope knowing full well that wouldn’t happen, and he feels even more like shit because not only was what he did affecting him, it was also affecting everyone around him.

He’s never felt so disappointed in himself.

“Yeah, me too,” Jake says with a soft smile. “We’ll see you around. Have a good night, sir.” Jake bids his goodbyes, leaving heeseung with nothing but his negative thoughts.

“Fuck” he buried his face in his hands, holding back tears, cause by now, he was sick of crying over this stupid fucking situation.

But you know what? Since everything else was fucked, why not fuck it up even more? In his reckless state, he stepped out of his office with only one thing on his mind, and that was going to see you.

Why not fuck up one last time?

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Nanny

Yandere Izana with a Nanny Darling

Disclaimer: Middle-aged but DILF Izana

TW: Yandere, Manipulation, Drugging, Somnophilia, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Mind Break

You anxiously looked over your wristwatch for the seventh time as you waited for the bus to stop at your place. “Come on, I don’t want to be late, '' you thought as you looked over again to the road. There was no vehicle in sight; you then grumbled under your breath. You’ve woken up early and got dressed and even set extra timers for this day. You really couldn’t afford to lose this job since it was the only one that offered excellent pay, and it had employment benefits such as vacation days, extra pay, and even dental plans, which is a far cry compare to your previous jobs, even those that had a decent salary but had a terrible working time and fewer employment benefits. But even then, you really can’t enjoy it because you have somehow gotten fired so suddenly by your employer.

Ever since you graduated from college, it's been hard to get a job or stay there for a long time. Hell, you’ve even tried to apply at a fast-food joint, but you still got rejected, saying that you were overqualified for the job and that it would be a hassle to pay you. That is why you are desperate to arrive on time for this job. Because of your bad luck with your employment, you had been struggling with your budget for months and if you bust this job, your landlord might as well kick you out due to your overdue payment in your apartment.

And you feared that happening since you really didn’t have any family member to take you in, much less a close friend that would do it for you. If you couldn’t keep this job, you were surely going to be homeless next week.

As you mulled over your terrible situation, you suddenly heard a bus coming your way, which snapped you out of your train of thought. “Oh, finally,” you thought as you waited for the bus to stop at your station. When the bus door opened, you quickly entered the vehicle and paid the toll on the machine near the bus driver. Seeing that you are the only one at the station, the bus driver quickly closed the door and drove off to the next bus stop. As you sit on the chair, you quickly pull up your phone and check again on the address that you were going to work at. The place is in Minato Ward in Tokyo, even though you are from Nerima, which is a little farther if you consider the distance of the wards. Despite that, a thirty-minute train ride would be a slight inconvenience to you compared to a lifetime of regret if you don’t take this job, which you desperately need right now.

When the bus finally stopped at the train station, you swiftly exited the bus and entered the train station. You then pull out your phone, which had your IC card on its back, which thankfully still had some balance on it. You then quickly swipe it on the turnstile and run on the platform to wait for the train, to your luck is arriving shortly at the train station. When the train car’s doors open, you shoved yourself into the small crowd who are entering the train. Even though the train is quite packed with passengers, you thankfully found a spot to sit on and relax until you’ve arrived at your stop, which is about thirty minutes if you estimated the time. It would be very painful for your feet if you had to stand for half an hour in the same place.

As you wait for your stop, you pull out your phone again and read the job that you are going to have. It is basically becoming a nanny for a single father that lived alone with his son. Apparently, your employer, Mister Kurokawa, wanted to hire a nanny who has a college degree that involves working with younger children. Luckily for you, you just got your degree in early childhood education last year. Honestly, it was god-sent when you found this job ad while scrolling down through countless job sites on your phone, and it was a miracle when you were quickly accepted by your employer after sending your application online for just a few hours of sending it to them. Honestly, you thought that your employer would not even look at your application. You were just a fresh college graduate with little experience. Don’t even ask about your job history, which is a mess itself. Your job requirement is simple really: take care of the child as best as you can while simultaneously stimulating his capacity for learning and mobility. Which is the usual requirement for most of your previous jobs already. Your employer also sent you information that involves his son. He’s eight months old and dubbed ‘high maintenance’ by his father endearingly. His baby is very dexterous for his age and drinks more milk than a normal baby.

The baby was also very touchy especially to those who they have bonded with the most, which was very usual for babies his age. Mister Kurokawa had also sent you a few pictures of his baby, which were very adorable. Some of them were his baby wearing various colorful onesies, while others were him getting fed by him or his baby doing baby things. It made you hopeful of staying on the job for a long time, or at least a few years, since you are going to teach and raise his baby for quite a long time, and you can finally use your degree in something that you are really passionate about, which was a win-win situation for you honestly. Even if your situation is finally looking up, dread still lingers in your mind, since you have a sequence of bad luck on jobs. What if this also applies to your current one? What if in less than a month, something would happen and your employer, just like your previous one, would sack you quickly because of a reason that is out of your control or was just a small mistake. That really made you nervous, making your palms sweat.

But you shook away those thoughts, wanting to distract yourself from your past. Maybe that this would be different from your past employment since you can only focus on one person and have fewer demands compared to your previous jobs. And besides, you can now actually focus on a child instead of taking care of many without addressing their individual needs. Even though you love your previous experience with some of your previous jobs, it irked you that you can’t focus on a child’s problem without another one taking your attention, making the previous child feel ignored. You love the job really, but sometimes, it could get really demanding not only on your responsibilities but also the children that demand total attention from you.

As you pondered more about your situation, your train stopped and announced that you’ve arrived at the station that is your stop. You got up and exited the train car before looking at the address on your phone; the place that you were going to work at is a little bit far away from the station, but nonetheless, you then swiftly walk towards the exit and walk to your destination. As you walk towards the place, you somehow got lost. It’s your first time in Minato since you’ve never been in this ward of Tokyo before. You bit your lip anxiously while looking again at Google Maps; you have somehow got lost and even an app that could provide your location and ways couldn’t even help you. How screwed up does your luck have to be when it comes to your employment? Just as when you are about to call your employer for directions, you suddenly bump into someone.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you said in a concerned tone as you looked over at who you’ve bumped into. The man was shorter than you. He had healthy-looking tan skin and silky white hair. His eyes were a rare orchid shade, and his face looked like it belonged to one of those foreign models in magazines. His muscles are obvious as he wore a white turtleneck shirt and black baggy pants. “No worries, I’m okay - how about you?” he asked as he looked up at you, which made you lightly blush.

You can’t help but look away in embarrassment. “A-ah, I’m alright, s-sorry for bumping into you,” you stutter, not looking down to meet his gaze. You heard him chuckle in amusement, which made you kind of embarrassed, to be honest.

“Ah, are you lost? You seem anxious while looking down at your phone. Did something happen to you?”

You hear him ask.

You finally look back at him and shyly nod at his question, flustered by how obvious you are, but at the same time, flattered by the person’s concern for you. “U-uhm, it's actually kinda funny really, I have a new workplace at this ward and I- I don’t really know the place, so I use Google Maps and still I’m lost” you mumbled, ashamed of your current situation. As you twirled your fingers, trying to calm down, you saw the man then tilt his head for a moment but then smile at you, “I’m familiar with this place, so how about I point you in the right direction?” he offered, you then looked back at him, eyes widening in surprise.

You thanked the man for his help and apologized again before showing him the address of the place. When you show it to him, to your surprise, he just giggles and then looks at you. “I never thought that I would bump into you, Miss (L/N).”

Your eyes winded, realizing who he is. “M-mister Kurokawa, I-I’m sorry,” you hurriedly said and quickly gave him a low bow. As you looked down at the pavement, you heard an amused chuckle coming from him.

“No worries, Miss (L/N), no need for bowing”. As you heard those words, you looked back at him. Straightening your posture, you smiled, “Thank you for your consideration, Mister Kurokawa, I’m sorry that I have to meet you this way.”

He waved it off and offered to walk you back to his place, which you quickly agreed to. While walking together, you can’t help but to be embarrassed inside, why does it have to be this way to meet your boss? “Oh my god, I hope that he isn’t angry,” you thought as you thought about your earlier interaction.

When the two of you arrived at a rather slick-looking building, it was one of the few skyscrapers in the area, and it looks like it was rather well guarded for some reason. As the two of you entered the building, various people in formal attire bowed down at Mister Kurokawa, welcoming him back. Their action made you nervous, terrible thoughts swirled in your mind as you realized what kind of person is your employer. Obviously, he was a very important person, maybe an owner of a large company or an heir, since he looks too young to be the owner. When the two of you entered the elevator, you kept a polite distance from him, not wanting to make yourself look unprofessional like your previous actions made you seem. You needed to show him just how capable you were to be hired for this job and your previous stuttering didn’t help you gain that image; you hoped that for the next few days, your image in his mind would improve once you’d shown your capabilities on handling your job.

The elevator stopped and opened its doors, revealing a long hallway that led to an enormous door, which had a security camera in front of it. The two of you walked up to that door, which quickly opened once the camera recognized your employer’s face. After you entered the gate, the two of you walked into another hallway that had another elevator, which would most likely be the way towards Mister Kurokawa’s home. The two of you entered that elevator and waited for a few moments before finally arriving at his home, which is a penthouse above this building.

“Oh wow,” you thought as you marveled at the view of the skyscraper. The place overlooked every building in Minato, even the other skyscrapers. You could also look down to see the Tokyo Tower, which was very fascinating. You snapped out of your wonder and looked back at your employer, who was walking around the main building of the penthouse. The two of you entered a glass door that slid open, welcoming you to his house. As you expected, everything looks meticulously placed and designed as if it catered to your boss’s taste, which is most likely the case. The two of you then walked down a hallway, passing by rooms and glass windows that overlooked the gardens and surprisingly a tea house surrounded by a stunning chaniwa garden. The two of you then walked up to a stair which led to the second floor of the house, there you could see that the place has fewer rooms, but it is evidently the most used floor since this would probably be the place where the baby and your boss’s room was located.

The two of you then walked down to a door with a colorful out-of-place sign that said ‘Shinichiro’s Room’. Mister Kurokowa then opens the door, revealing an enormous room that is specifically made for a child. After he opened it, the two of you then heard a loud laughter of a baby, which quickly captured both of your attention. The two of you quickly walked up to the baby’s crib and saw him looking up at the two of you while playing with a small tiger toy. “Aw, your son is so cute Mr. Kurokawa,” you said as you looked at the baby, which is now confused as he focused his attention on you. “Please, call me Izana, Mister Kurokawa makes me feel old. "

You looked at him. “Really? But you look like you're in your late twenties, surely you can’t be much older than that,” you said to him, confused by his statement.

He looked at you for a moment but then let out a small titter. “Miss (L/N), I’m in my early forties, please don’t flatter me like this,” he said with a faint smile on his face. Your eyes winded, early forties? Holy hell, he looked so young!

“I-I meant it Mister- I mean Izana, you really looked younger compared to your actual age!” you exclaimed, bursting your words because of your nervousness. This caused your employer to giggle again before asking you to take a seat on the nearby chair to discuss your duties and responsibilities. The rules were simple really: take care of the child with great care, stimulate his mind and mobility as much as you can, feed him during a specific time period, and quickly change his diaper or clothes if there is even a small body fluid forming and most of all, don’t leave the penthouse without Izana coming back home.

“I assume that this would be simple for you, Miss (L/N)?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Got it, sir,” you said while puffing up your chest, assuring him that you can do this, but this caused Izana to let out an amused smile at your behavior.

Izana then looked at his wristwatch, “Oh, look at the time, it seems that I have work to do down in the building, Miss (L/N). If you need anything that is not available in this penthouse, just go down to the kitchen, and dial the landline phone and my assistant Kakucho will bring it to you,” he said, looking at his baby before he leaves.

After he left, you looked at the baby and smiled. To your surprise, the baby smiled back and even started giggling, which made your heart burst because of his cute behavior. You quickly lifted him up and cradled him to your chest. Although Shinichiro was surprised by your action, he instinctively processed the situation, like he recognized it as someone comforting him. He then let out a gummy smile and babbled at you. You smiled at him. It seems Shinichiro is not that of a fussy baby at all.

“Okay Shinichiro, let’s do some fun activities today, okay?” you said to the baby, the baby let out an excited gurgle as if he can understand your words. You giggled and looked at the clock that was in front of you - it seemed that it was his feeding time. “Okay, but let’s get you some milk first, okay?” you said as you walked towards the refrigerator in the room. The job is not that demanding, and the baby is really cute and not fussy. You just hope that your bad luck has disappeared because you are starting to love your job.

Weeks passed as you continued to be employed by Mr. Kurokawa, or Izana, as he insisted on being referred to. It is really fun and fulfilling to be employed in this job and you are really thankful for it, even though most of your interactions are with the baby or sometimes, Izana himself. But compared to your previous jobs - this one is a piece of cake. Shinichiro is not only unfussy but actually a really playful and active baby, which was a welcomed surprise when you found out about it a few days ago. As you continue to be employed, days have also flown by like it's nothing; before you could exactly recall how many days you have been employed and even remember what your lunch had been at that time, but now? You ertr too focused on caring for the baby to remember those redundant things.

Those memories have been replaced by your activity during your job like how many bottles of milk Shinichiro drink that day or how Shinichiro got up and took one step before he fall down the mattress, which you then quickly take a pic and report back to your boss, even though he didn’t ask for it. This job was really rewarding and at the same time hassle-free for you, it's almost like it's not a job, but a part of your lifestyle by now, which was rare for many people to have, and you are glad that after all of that string of bad luck, you’ve finally found a job that not only makes you employed but also gave you a sense of purpose in life as if this is destined for you.

“Okay Shinichiro, you can do it, come on,” you said to the baby as he warily looked at the floor. You have been encouraging Shinichiro to walk for more than a few steps. You want him to get used to walking and develop his mobility.

“Ehw ah-” you heard him grumble, not wanting to let go of the leg of the green plastic table.

“Shini~,” you playfully whined, wanting to encourage him. The baby looked up to you with a worried expression, still expressed on his face. You smiled in defeat as Shinichiro fell onto the padded floor and crawled towards you, wanting you to lift him up.

“I guess you’re not ready yet, huh?” you said as you cradle the child in your arms, who was burying his head into you, wanting to comfort himself. You smiled at his behavior. You know that someday, Shinichiro would be ready to finally walk a few steps, but not this day.

You sat on the nearby sofa and cradled Shinichiro to make him fall asleep and for you to clean up the place for the night. Just as you were about to place Shinichiro into his crib, you felt your phone then suddenly vibrate. You gently place Shinichiro in his crib and immediately took out your phone to see who was calling you, and as usual, its Mr. Kurokawa.

“Sorry sir for not answering the call quickly, I was just putting Shinichiro back to his crib,” you said to him, and you heard him let out a mirthful laugh.

“It's okay Miss (L/N), and also, did I always tell you that you can call me Izana? No need for that sir nonsense”

You blushed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry S- I mean Izana, I’m still not used to calling you so casually.”

You heard him on the other line letting out a hum, which made you very nervous. Although he was satisfied with your performance and conduct, you still couldn't shake off your nervousness because of your past experiences- your previous history still lingered in your consciousness like a faint shadow, as if reminding you of your past every time you’ve made even a simple mistake.

“Hmm, if you can’t get used to it, then can I call you (Y/N) instead? I think that it's unfair for me to call you Ms. (L/N) and me just Izana, and it could shake off that Mr. Kurokawa nonsense in your brain, so what do you say (Y/N), can I call you that?”

Your eyes widened but let out an okay for an answer.

“Great, (Y/N), sorry for calling you at this hour, I just wanted to check in on my son if he fell asleep already, looks like I was right.”

“I-is that all sir?” you asked, wanting to know if he wants to ask other questions related to Shinichiro, which you would gladly reply to.

“Ah no, I was also checking up on you, it's quite late and the last midnight train should be going a few minutes now.” Your eyes winded at his words and you looked at the time on your wristwatch. It's true, the midnight train would be in a few minutes and you are quite far away from the train station. “A-ah, I think I’ll just take a cab...” you replied, not wanting to agitate him due to your current situation.

“No can do (Y/N), there are fewer cabs this time of night and I don’t think that it's safe for you to travel alone during this time, I suggest that you stay at the penthouse guest rooms.”His offer shocked you. You, staying at this place for a night?

“A-are you sure Si- Izana? I do not want to cause you trouble,” you said, troubled at his generous offer.

“It's alright! You’ve been an excellent nanny for Shinichiro, he is much better now compared to before, he even whines to me when you are not in there,” he said mirthfully, praising you for your excellent work.

Shyly blushing at his declaration, you reluctantly agreed to his offer, not wanting to press things further. “I-if you say so, Mis- Izana.”

“Great, good night (Y/N) See you tomorrow.”

He then quickly hung up the call, and you turned off the phone, looking out the glass window of the room. Even though you have been working for Mr. Kurokawa for months now, you still couldn’t get used to it. Unlike before, you now have a job that not only pays you well but also had such a gracious boss that even lets you stay at his house. It's so contrasting compared to your previous jobs and employers, even though some of them are really nice bosses.

“Okay Shinichiro, I’m going to wash up now, be good okay?” you softly murmur as you look down at the baby in the crib. You always wonder who were the people that would care for Shinichiro while you’re gone. He has always been enthusiastic when you go back to your work, seemingly missing you while you were at home. “Oh god, I can’t leave him behind,” you thought as your mind started to fill with ideas about what is happening while you are gone, even though he is alright when you always see him in the morning, it doesn’t change you not knowing what is happening behind the scenes while you were gone made you nervous and even scared for Shinichiro.

You shook off your worries and quickly went to the nearest bathroom, which is in the nearby guest room, to wash up yourself. Thankfully, the bathroom had adult clothing and bathrobes. The clothes were tailored for men, which was alright for you since you only wore baggy clothes in your sleep anyway. You took off your black turtleneck shirt and high-waisted pants, revealing you in your plain gray underwear, and quickly took those off too and washed for the night. When you were done, you looked at the clothes on the bathroom cabinet, although there were clothes in there, you just now noticed that there was no underwear, not even for men. This made you flustered and looked at the washed bra and panty that you have taken off earlier. You can’t wear those, you need to wash them to be dry in the morning. You looked down and blushed at yourself as you put on the baggy t-shirt and short pants that were a tad big for you to fit in, but you managed to make it work as you exited the bathroom and the guest room and quickly entered Shinichiro’s room.

Thankfully, the baby was still sleeping, which means that you didn’t miss anything. You then sigh as you grab a few blankets and pillows and put them on the couch. You sat on the couch and looked at the time, it was almost two am in the morning, which means that you should really be sleeping by now. “Huh, I haven’t been up this late since college,” you thought as you put down your phone on the nearby coffee table and then lay on the couch. You then faced the couch’s cushion and bit by bit, your consciousness started to fade, which eventually puts you to sleep.

A few hours passed by, and you suddenly felt a strange tingling feeling running down your bottom, “Huh?” you mumbled as you felt a wet appendage trailing up to your soft cheeks and unto your clit, licking up a huge stripe. “W-what?” you thought groggily as you tried to look down to see if someone is touching you, but you couldn’t, as if you are paralyzed in your place. The now-identified tongue then started to twirl your clit around for a moment but then a pair of lips suddenly sucked it. “I- ah~ What’s happening?” you exclaimed as a feeling of pleasure then surged throughout your whole body. No, you can’t be feeling good about doing this, you need to get out of here with Shinichiro as fast as you can.

“Hyaa~!” you then mewled as you felt your ass and legs being lifted up by the person and finally tossed the short pants that were dangling on your foot earlier. You felt your assailant’s hot breath on your folds, which made you blush. You felt their fingers gripping your plush thighs as they then started to lick your folds. You wanted it to stop but you couldn’t do anything as the person licked and slurped your cunt as if they hadn't drank water for a long time. You can’t help but finally let out loud moans and mewls as they then finally put their tongue inside your vagina. You felt his hot tongue twirling and retracting it back and forth, fucking you with it. “Ah! Ah! St- Ah~” you moaned as you tried to get this person to stop and let go of you. They stopped, withdrawing their tongue, and finally diving out of your pussy, making you relieved at the moment. But that is proven short-lived as they then quickly shove two of their fingers, fucking you with them. As their fingers are reeling in and out of your pussy, you then hear familiar giggling, almost as if you knew who was doing this to you. The person then started to lap up your juices again, making you moan louder than before.

Right now, you are a mess of a person, both inside and out. Moaning and panting as you felt their tongue and fingers explore your wet, tight insides. You had masturbated on several occasions and felt good every time you did it but the pleasure that you got from touching yourself wasn’t comparable to this one. This made your cunt hot, wet, and tight all at the same time as foreign appendages roamed your wet caverns and sucked on your now sore clit. The heat pooling on your stomach starts to get unbearable as you feel yourself start to come. “Oh no, I’m gonna I-I’m gonna ahh~” you mewled as you felt yourself cumming onto the person’s face.

As you finally let out your cum, you just laid on the couch, panting, having no energy to move a single muscle as you felt the person lick and drink up your cum from your pussy and thighs. As you start to drift back to sleep, you felt the person crawling on top of you and whispering into your ear, feeling his hot breath on your skin.

“Sweet dreams, sugar.”

Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. “M-Mr. Kurokawa?” you stuttered, not believing what you are hearing right now. You heard him hum and put his palm on your eyes, closing them gently. “Sleep (Y/N), you need energy for Shinichiro tomorrow,” he whispered, feeling his hot breath as he uttered those words. You slowly drifted into a mindless sleep, numbed by the orgasm you had earlier, feeling too tired to even open your eyes as you felt Izana gently cover you with a soft blanket and planted a kiss on your forehead.

You let out a loud gasp and got up from your sleep as you then looked out of the clear glass window of the room. You then tossed the blanket out of your body and then looked down at your bottom. Thankfully, you are still fully clothed down there, panties and all. You sighed in relief and checked out your phone - it’s eight in the morning, two hours before your shift. Slumping back down the mattress, you thought about your dreams earlier. You couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment as you recalled the wet dream that involved your boss eating you out while you sleep. You just can’t believe that you just dreamt about your boss that way. Sure, he was a very desirable man, not only for his physique and attractive face but also for his behavior towards his child Shinichiro. But you couldn’t see your boss in that light! Hell, you can’t even see him even jokingly flirting at you in a friendly way, much less him being so possessive over you.

You then sigh and rub your head. You have a job to do and you have an erotic dream that involved your boss is not going to be helpful. After rubbing your head, you then looked down on your lower half. Although you are sure that is just a dream, you can’t help but have a slight doubt about it because it was so vivid and felt too real. As if that dream of yours really happened. But you shook your head, surely, Mr. Kurokawa is not that type of person to do this. After all, he is so considerate and helpful whenever something has happened during your time at work and he even apologizes and pays you overtime time even though you just stayed more than an hour or so in your shift. Him assaulting you in your sleep is such an absurd thought that it's almost laughable, Mr. Kurokawa is anything but that kind of person.

But you can’t help thinking, what if it's true? That he did just that while you are so vulnerable? You couldn’t help but shiver at that thought alone. He was such a kind and considerate person to you, and it's so horrifying to think that he would do such things to you. You shook your head in disgust, no, why would he do that to you? With only just his physique, he could attract many women who would willingly sleep with him, even if for just a few hours. Him doing something to you, especially eating you out is such a wild thought.

While you are deep in your thoughts, Shinichiro let out a loud wail, which snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him blankly for a moment before slapping yourself out of it. That’s right- you were only here because you have a job to do, which is taking care of Shinichiro. You shake your head and sigh and quickly get up and walk to his crib. When Shinichiro saw you, he let out his adorable gummy smile, which melted away your dilemma earlier. Smiling, you gently grab Shinichiro and carry him. Mr. Kurokawa would never assault you while you were sleeping - after all, how can a person like that produce such a cute and adorable baby?

It’s been a few weeks after the wet dream incident, but you still couldn’t shake it off your mind. Although you still do your job earnestly, it also affects your relationship with your boss. You really can’t help but to either freeze or flinch, every time he comes near you the flashes of that dream start to come into your mind like a tidal wave- of you being vulnerable under him, struggling to get him off you as you felt his tongue slithering inside your walls while massaging your clit, getting turned on by your whines and pleads. Which doesn’t help your amiable relationship with your boss as you unconsciously try to avoid him as much as possible while at work, which is not that hard considering he always came back after your shift is done.

You really tried your best not to be avoidant of your boss, you really did. But you really can’t help but feel uncomfortable and even scared every time he either touches you or gets close to you. You always triedto rationalize it by thinking that he’s your boss and you are afraid that he is going to fire you anytime soon or any other excuses that you might think. But deep down - deep down, you know that it's because of that realistic dream you had, and deep inside, you are afraid that it might be true that Mr.Kurokawa had assaulted you while you slept that night.

As you were tucking Shinichiro in for the night, you suddenly heard the door open. Looking back, you saw Mr.Kurokawa, who was wearing a dress-like black jumpsuit with silver necklaces and a loose belt. Although he looked so casual, you had a feeling that it's probably not - maybe he’s going out with his friends?

“O-oh, Mr.Kurokawa! I was just tucking Shinichiro in, I’ll be gone in a minute now.” you said as you tried not to look away from him.

Your boss just smiled at you. “No worries Ms.(Y/N)! I was just checking up on my son!” he said in his usual carefree tone that he had. Although you doubted that, you just nodded and continued to tuck the baby into the crib as your boss eerily watched you from behind. When you are finally done, you look back at Mr.Kurokawa and apologize for how late you’ve stayed, and quickly try to get home. But before you do that, Mr.Kurokawa stopped you and handed you some sort of card in your hand. Not wanting to displease him, you took it and looked at what it was. The curiosity turned into shock when you saw the content.

M-Mr. Kuroawa! I can’t take this!” You said as you tried to give the card back to your boss, which shook his head, refusing to take it back.

“You’ve worked for more than eight months in my house with no breaks every day, you deserve this,” he said as you look at him in disbelief. After all, the card that he gave to you is practically a meal pass to one of the most exclusive and expensive restaurants in Tokyo, maybe even in the whole world.

“Sir, I think that this is too much,” you said, trying to reason with your boss, but he just shook his head- insisting that you keep it. You tried to banter with your boss, trying to get the card back to him but he swiftly turned down your proposals and reasonings, and kept insisting that you keep it. In the end, you accepted the card reluctantly and thank your boss in embarrassment, after that you then say goodbye to him and head out of the penthouse and eventually the building.

While walking down the streets of Minato, you looked at the card in both fascination and curiosity. It's an exclusive meal pass for Midori. One of the most exclusive restaurants in Tokyo, it's one of the few three-star Michelin restaurants in Tokyo but unlike the other restaurants, Midori operates for only three months in certain seasons, which makes it difficult for people to dine in or book a reservation for the restaurant. You even heard that the yearly customers of Midori could be counted with your fingers - which means that your boss gave you a card that can basically give you an instant pass to enter and eat for free in Midori just because you didn’t take your vacation leave for more than eight months. Which frankly to you is both very generous and simply ridiculous. You know that many rich people in Tokyo would give you a large sum of money just to get this card and some might even blackmail you for it. You sigh in frustration as you feel a headache building up in your head as you keep thinking about what you are going to do with the card.

Sell it?

No, people might think that it's a fake.

Throw it away?

You know that the guilt would eat at you for a very long time.

You kept thinking about what you were going to do about it until you completely gave up on thinking about it. “Fuck it, I’m just going to redeem this, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience,” you thought as you clutched the card and took out your phone- googling the location of Midori on google maps and quickly heading off to where it is. When you finally arrived at the building where the restaurant was located, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as the two doormen, who strangely recognized you, quickly welcomed you into the restaurant as if you were a very important person. When you enter the restaurant, one of the waiters quickly walks up to you and asks if you have a reservation - to which you silently reply by giving them the card that Mr.Kurokawa gave to you. The waiter just smiled and gently took the card from your hand, as if they were worried that they might offend you. But you just shook your head, you are just overthinking things since this is your first time in an exclusive Michelin star restaurant, the nerves are maybe getting into you.

When the waiter grabbed the card, another waiter popped up and guided you inside the restaurant. You followed the waiter to your seat, as you subtly looked around the restaurant. As expected it looked classy and fancy. The restaurant itself has a mix of modern and traditional Japanese architecture, although it is located in the middle of Tokyo, the restaurant has a ginormous Tsukiyama garden that can be seen in the whole restaurant, giving the restaurant a much more traditional touch.

When you are finally seated by the waiter, You couldn’t help but feel awkward at the situation as you are the only one in the whole restaurant as there are practically no people in sight. You tried to find a positive outlook in the situation that you are in, hey, at least there are no snobby people that would judge you, right?

As you tried to assess your situation, the server quickly came back and gave you the tasting menu of the restaurant and explained some of the dishes that are written there, which made you nervous since you only knew a few of the items in the restaurant. You just decided to pick the strangest named dishes on the menu, hoping that the dishes that you’ve picked would taste good. The server then jolts down your order as you put the menu on the table. When they are done they cautiously take away the menu and then bowed, saying that your complimentary appetizer would be on its way.

The eighteen-meal course came one by one as you started to eat, some are familiar dishes presented to you such as sushi and sashimi that you know came from expensive cuts of fish while others are western inspired dishes that you couldn’t figure out how to eat but just decided to wing it and eat it anyway. As expected, the dishes are fantastic, and sure, most of them could be eaten in just one bite but the whole course will make you full since the meal was an eighteen-meal course and not just the usual one dish or two that you usually buy when going out. While eating, there was something bothering you at the moment. There were no problems with the dishes since they were all fantastic and the servers were very professional, but there was an eerie feeling while you're eating in the restaurant, as if the servers were afraid of making a mistake or offending you in some way. You tried to comfort yourself by saying that it's just the nervousness of not only dining in a fancy restaurant but also being the only customer dining there but your gut says otherwise, as if something is going on.

But still, you silently ate the dishes that the server explained before serving them to you, just wanting to enjoy the rare experience while ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut. When you finally ate the last dish, two servers appeared in front of you, one cleaning out the dirty utensils on the table while the other poured you a glass of wine. The server who poured you the wine explained what wine it is and how old or what kind of fragrant and texture it has. Apparently, it's a 1968 Bruno Giacosa Collina Rionda wine from Italy, one of the finest wines that they have on their shelves right now.

When the server places the wine glass on the table, you then hold the stem of the glass and curiously sniff the wine, before taking a sip. But before you can finish the whole glass, you start to get dizzy - your vision blurring and you trying to hold on to the table, afraid of falling into the floor. But it's no use as your body slumps down on the ground, causing the half-sipped wine glass to break and it's content to spill into the ground.

As your vision darkened, you saw two men, who were in suits walking toward your form, “Hurry up Rin, the boss would be angry if we took too much time,” you heard one of the men say while the other just hummed in response. You felt yourself being carried by one of them, you aren’t sure who is carrying you since you are barely strong enough to see. As you start to fall unconscious you hear a familiar person that made your blood freeze in fear.

“Be careful with her, Izana wouldn’t want her to be injured.”

“K-Kakucho?” That name was in your final thoughts as you slipped out of consciousness, not strong enough to fight it any longer.

Your eyes opened slowly as you woke up with your head aching, and although you were awake, you still couldn’t really feel anything around you due to you being drugged earlier. As you started to get a grip of your consciousness, you couldn’t help but be shocked when you finally saw what was going on.

“M-mister Kurokawa?” You looked up at him, grunting and moaning as you felt your cunt being penetrated by his dick, you can’t help but moan as he keeps pounding your pussy into oblivion. “Ah, (Y/N) you’re awake,” he said as he continued slamming his long dick into your tight walls, rhythmically keeping up his pace as your confused face contorted into pleasure. Although it felt pleasurable by his actions, you can’t help but feel betrayed and hurt as the person that you’ve looked up to did this to you. You should’ve listened to your guts and kept your distance from him as much as possible or even outright quit the job even if you struggled to find one.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept thinking about maybe’s or what-ifs, as his cock kept stretching your wet but tight pussy. “Princess, don’t cry, I’m here to make it better,” you heard him say as he wiped away your tears and kissed your lips, entering his tongue into your mouth as his pace feverishly started to get faster. While his tongue swirled with yours inside your mouth, twirling your tongue with his, you suddenly felt a sudden jolt down there- it seems that his dick hit a specific place that you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

When he heard your loud but unwilling moan, he stopped his movement and ended the kiss, which made you confused at first until he started to take his dick off of you until its tip is the only thing inside. He then quickly buckled his hips and slammed his cock into your pussy all the way into its hilt. You couldn’t help but loudly moan as you felt him pounding you like an animal, his dick continuously hitting that spot. “Sh-shtop-” you slurred as you felt his dick getting bigger inside you. But he ignored your pleas as he quickly slammed his dick back into your pussy, making you flinch in pleasure while shutting you up in the process.

“Ah~ (Y/N) your pussy is clenching my dick so hard,” he moaned as you felt his dick start to twitch while also feeling the heat and pleasure bubbling up inside you.

“S-top, please Mr.Kurokawa-”

You were cut off by your boss as his sharp gaze looked at you, and although his lilac eyes are soft, you couldn’t help but see another expression in his eyes.

“Don’t call me that, call me Izana,” he said as he kept his eyes locked on yours. If this wasn’t an unwanted situation, you ought that this would have been very romantic, but right now - it's the opposite of that.

“M-Mr, Haaah~” you moaned, not even saying his name as he pinched your sensitive clit.

“No, Mr.nonsense, just call me by my name,” he said, as you desperately looked up at him, wanting this to end.

“I-Izana, s-s-top, I’m gonna -”

You saw him smile knowingly as he kept pounding in and out of your cunt.

“Gonna what princess?” he teased.

You can’t help but cry in pleasure as you felt yourself cumming all over his dick as you clench his back for support, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. After your orgasm, you felt him start to quicken his pace, continuing that feverish phase from before. With a few strong and quick thrusts, he unloads his cum inside your tight walls, moaning in pleasure as your pussy milked his dick for all its worth while you lay there panting; your naked form twitching and convulsing in overstimulation due to the climax earlier.

As he finished cumming inside you and pulling his dick out of your insides, you then looked up to him, tears rolling down your eyes.

“P-please, l-let me go,” you said as you fruitlessly tried to get away from him. When he saw you trying to move away, he quickly grabbed both of your thighs and spread them, making your pussy, which was still twitching while oozing with his semen, visible to his view.

“Look at you, after you milked my dick, your pussy still wants my cock so bad,” he said as he used his finger to push the semen back inside your cunt, making your toes curl due to your body being sensitive.

“I- please Izana, I won’t tell anyone about this” you plead, wanting your boss to let you go. He stops as you look at his expression, his expression now turned dour by your words. “Or what (Y/N)? You will quit and go back fruitlessly trying to find a job?” your eyes widened in shock at his words. He let his finger out of your walls but kept his hands on your knees, still spreading your legs apart.

“H-how did you know that?” you stuttered as he kept his gaze at your naked form, smiling at your question.

“I run background checks on all of my employees (Y/N), especially for the one that would be taking care of my child,” he replied as you looked down in shame.

He continued. “Do you want to go back to that lifestyle (Y/N)? On the verge of being homeless with no one to turn on or help you?” You tearfully looked away, feeling your heart clench, it's true, all of his words are true. Izana saw your forlorn expression and gently touched your cheeks making you look up at him again. “It doesn’t have to be that way (Y/N), you have Shinichiro and me, you don’t have to be lonely anymore,” he said as he gently hugged you. You couldn't help but start sobbing on his chiseled chest. “There, there,” you heard him mumble as he caressed your back trying to soothe you.

The two of you stayed there for a while until you felt his dick harden inside of you again. “(Y/N),” you looked up to Izana who was smiling at you. “Can I?” he asked as you felt his dick twitching inside your pussy. Without a care in the world, you nodded and then spread your cum filled pussy with both of your hands, worldlessly coercing him. As he starts to move again, he smiled and look at you.

“I love you, (Y/N), I really do.”

Your dull eyes looked at him, not minding the situation anymore. Smiling, you hugged his neck and gently kissed his lips. “I love you too Izana,” you replied earnestly. As you felt his hips start to move again, you can’t help but feel nothing anymore. He’s right, there is nothing for you out there, no family, friends and barely finding a job, who is the person that took you in? That’s right, It's Miste- no, Izana. He’s the one that gave you every opportunity that you desperately needed and on top of that, Shinichiro gave you purpose again, he would be lonely without you.

With that in mind, you tightened your grip as Izana bucked his hips down on you, pounding you into the mattress as your pussy started to clench tightly around his dick. It’s alright, as long as you have Izana and Shinichiro, it doesn’t bother you anymore.

You finally have people that would be with you.

You are not alone anymore.

As you slip into pleasure once more, you couldn’t help but feel like something broke inside of you- no matter what it was, it's just a minor inconvenience anyway.

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tyxoxo · 11 months

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#14 w/ jeno 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[“Did you come inside?!”]

warnings: jeno has a high sex drive, lack of prep, barely proofread

a/n: let’s just imagine surveillance doesn’t exist in this okay? okey ᵕ̈

It was considered a rarity to be able to watch Dream practice; only on the occasions that their staff felt nice enough to let you inside. As long as you sat there quietly, and didn’t present yourself as a “distraction”, they would leave you be.

But considering the amount of sexual frustration Jeno had ever since getting out of bed this morning, there was no way he could continue to let you sit there against the mirror—looking absolutely fuckable.

You were a complete distraction, and Jeno was surprised his manager didn’t notice.

And what made it even better, is that you were always unaware of his own pent-up anger with his raging sex drive; not until he was drilling inside your pussy, spitting out the filthiest of words to ever pass through your ears.

It was the little things in life, he always said to himself. You could be scrolling through your phone like you were now, passing the time in between songs to view your shopping cart on whatever e-commerce app you took a liking to. And no matter the simplicity in your actions, Jeno grew hard at the thought of taking you against the mirrors of the practice room.

With a swipe of his nose, he continued to stare at your unassuming figure, with not an ounce of PG thoughts flashing through his brain.

He often wondered if you ever got sick of his libido, the multitude of days out of the week that he would rearrange your guts, more intensely than the last.

But there was always reassurance under every stroke, every whine, and every moan that escaped your lips.

“Do you guys wanna take a break since this will be song number 5 coming up?”

Mark, the ever-diligent leader suggested as the heavy breathing of each member filled the silence of the room.

You finally looked up from your phone, and upon setting your sights on Jeno, your eyes grew in horror.

Your boyfriend had a very obvious boner.

The only thing saving him from absolute humiliation was his decision to wear all black. And you hoped by covering your mouth to repress your second-hand embarrassment, that he would separate himself from the center of the floor even if they didn’t take a break.

“Yeah that sounds good. Staff should be coming back with food anyways.” Haechan said as he removed himself from the final formation. Everyone else followed suit towards the table that housed their belongings, eager to check their respective Bubbles; everyone except Jeno.

Your eyes traveled up to his face as he motioned with his head to meet him in the recording studio nearby.

You knew all too well what this meant.

Luckily, none of the boys seemed to care that he walked off in that direction. Plus, the bathroom was also on the other side of the recording studio after all.

You waited a few minutes to stand to your feet, allowing the rest of them to get immersed on their phones before following behind.

If this was anything like you hoped it would be, then it would be the first time that Jeno ever fucked you in this specific building. He was never one for quickies, and would much rather have you in the comfort of his dorm or your apartment, but why not take the risk with the staff out getting lunch?

As soon as you turned the corner, you gulped at the sight of perfection. He stood in the middle of the recording booth, having already swung the mic as far left as it could go. He looked down at his feet, or rather his hard-on, with his hands in his pockets.

You always adored seeing him in a leisurely state such as this: bare-faced, comfortable clothes, and fluffy bangs that swept across his eyelashes with every step.

You weren’t sure why you opened the door so slowly, considering you would throw yourself on him the minute you conjoined in the small space.

Jeno matched your energy, like always, immediately grabbing your hips to pull you into his slim frame.

The kiss was nothing short of intense, in fact, they always were. Tongue within seconds, exchanging laps around each other's mouths like it would be your last.

Jeno’s hands couldn’t help but drift down to cup your ass, squeezing so hard that it caused you to jump and press your breasts against his chest even harder.

“You know I couldn’t wait…” He whispered in between kisses, never once losing momentum in the way he swallowed the whimpers that fell from your mouth.

“Since when do you ever wait?” You broke the kiss to giggle and watch as an eye smile formed from your light-hearted teasing.

He then directed his attention to your neck, sucking along the veins that he knew would paint your skin in a delicious purple hue.

Your head fell back at the pressure, whining out into the ceiling at your boyfriend's ability to mark you so effortlessly.

It wasn’t long before your hands found your prize, palming him through the cotton material of his black joggers.

An animalistic groan rang through the room as he jerked effervescently through the confines of his sweatpants, smiling to yourself at how easy it was to get such a sound out of him.

You were fortunate to be in this room, just so you could hear proof of how desperate he was.

“We don’t have much time…I need you now.”

He barely gave you enough time to process his words as he swung you around to face the back wall, your cheeks hitting hard against the acoustic foam panels.

You gripped the rigid material, bracing yourself as a gust of wind passed in between your thighs from Jeno tugging your bottoms and underwear down to your ankles. You wiggled your hips at a slow pace, allowing him full view of what he loved so much.

Jeno was obsessed with your ass for a reason. You always knew how to entice him, without even trying. And from this position, he could see a line of your juices still attached to your panties that were down on the floor.

He gave harsh slap to your ass that overpowered your subtle “please…” as it hit against the padded wall.

He unleashed yet another slap, amazed to see your essence still hanging onto the ruined fabric.

“So fucking hot…love this ass so much.”

Unfortunately for you, there wasn’t enough time to relish in his cock as he yanked down his sweats, but you could see his blaring red tip through your peripherals, and a constant stream of pre-cum that oozed from his slit.

The best you could do, was keep one hand on the wall for support, and use the other to reach around and usher him inside. Your eagerness made him melt, and he slid inside you with such finesse that you could’ve came on the spot. The way his tip brushed up against your cervix instantly made you release a flurry of praises to his already molten-ego.

It never failed to amaze him how you welcomed his cock with ease, considering there was no time for foreplay. But you took the lack of prep with stride, backing your hips to meet him right as he bottomed out.

Jeno’s hands found their way to your hips, keeping you locked into the way he drilled into your pussy from behind. His tongue remained outside of his mouth, touching his upper lip in concentration as he rolled his hips upward ever so often, causing you to yelp from the friction against your spot.

“You should’ve known we would be here, like this…the moment I saw you—I couldn’t help myself.”

His tone had dropped, bellowing from deep within his chest as he maintained his speed, not once faltering behind the orgasm that began to form inside the pit of his stomach.

The sound of your ass recoiling was utterly addictive, forming its own rhythmic tune within the walls of the studio booth. But you both heard the familiar sound of Jeno’s phone, as it vibrated in his back pocket.

It was a telltale sign that your moment of fun would have to end soon. But at the rate of how you continued to clench around his length, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Hurry Jeno—I’m c-close!” You turned your head as far as you could, meeting his eyes that showed enough desire to shine through the bangs that stuck to his flushed skin.

With one final connection of your hips and a single “fuck”, Jeno stilled far inside you, head coming forward to rest on your shoulder as you both came undone.

Your entire body convulsed against his own, pushing through the wave of pleasure that surged from your walls and up your spine. Your back arched as a result, allowing Jeno to shoot his seed further inside your core with every spent breath.

You couldn’t stop shaking, even stabilizing your hand on top of his that rested against your thigh.

“I can’t stop…” You turned your head to voice your undoing; ravaged by the effects of his own orgasm. Through his own haze, he whispered against your lips,

“Then don’t…”

The two of you could’ve stayed like this forever, basking in bated breaths and inhaling the smell of sex that flooded the small room. But the reality of Jeno’s phone and—

“Wait! Did you just cum inside?!”

The realization from your heated moment weighed down on you instantly, and you weren’t even sure Jeno processed it as quickly as you.

You freed yourself from his solid hold, grimacing from the sudden emptiness that was left in place.

“Jeno! You fucking came inside me!!”

Your exclamation finally snapped him out of his daze, and he froze with the biggest pair of eyes that could’ve ever graced his face.

“Shit!”

His utterance finally matched your panic, and you both rushed to fix your respective outfits despite you having more trouble now that the evidence was leaking down your thigh.

You fought through the discomfort of the aforementioned creampie as it pooled in your underwear, while Jeno checked his phone to see 5 messages from the groupchat.

1:45pm

Mark: aye the food is here

helloooo??

dude…

1:50pm

Haechan: i already took a piece of your tempura since you don’t wanna cum out ;)

dw, staff left again to go to a meeting, just us…

“Oh my fucking god…don’t worry i’ll come up with something so we can leave and go to the store.”

Jeno put his phone back in his pocket before grabbing your hand and helping you out of the studio. But it was easier said than done to deal with a massive load that continued to spill out of you, let alone walk normal as you trailed behind your boyfriend.

“I’m gonna kill you…” You whispered into his ear just as the two of you appeared back in the dance practice room, where the aftermath would only get worse from here.

i hope you enjoyed!

#jeno smut #jeno hard hours #jeno x reader #lee jeno smut #nct dream smut #request

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yxami · 1 year

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Yan roommate back woo woo

Imp stuff: gn reader, manipulator, masochist yandere

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After the dispute the both of you had, you saw Malakai differently. You didn’t expect him to be like that after using that tactic. Well, that was in the past now. As if it wasn’t a week ago.

You slammed your computer shut, finally finished with studying. You threw yourself on your bed, deciding to scroll on your phone. You heard clattering in the kitchen and assumed your bitch ass roommate was leaving even more dishes for you to wash. He never cleaned up and that irritated you so much.

You were about to get up to go eat something when your door creaked open. Not slowly but it seemed like whatever opened it was hesitating.

“Hey..”

“What do you want?” You looked at him with suspicion.

“I made you breakfast, it’s eggs, bacon, and rice.” He showed the plate he carried and gestured it for you to grab it.

You groaned before answering. You knew he was up to something. “Alright what do you want?”

“Do you want me to leave the apartment or something? Are you gonna sleep with someone?” You looked annoyed but decided that you would leave for a plate of food, it was worth it.

“Huh?? No? What the hell are you on about” He looked disgusted at the fact that you suggested he was going to fuck someone. You assumed he was uncomfortable with talking about that with you of all people.

“Then what do you want” You grabbed the plate and sat on your bed — cutting up pieces of egg with your fork before stabbing it and eating it.

“Nothing! God, I can’t do anything without you assuming it’s some ulterior motive.” He walked off pissed off. As if you had said something offensive??? He was dramatic for some reason and you did not care enough to ask why.

Later, you were finished with the plate and got up to put it in the kitchen sink before you were interrupted and heard voices in the living room.

A feminine voice giggled and seemed to gush about something Malakai said. You recognized his voice easily.

You walked past them and went into the kitchen. You saw the girl gave you a stink eye as if you had done something?? What a bitch.

You washed the dishes, again, he had left them.

“Malakai, you’re so cute. Have I ever told you that?” You saw her look at you while she brushed her hands across his chest. You cringed and went back to your room.

Something definitely was gonna happen and you sure as hell weren’t gonna be here for it. You decided on grocery shopping, quickly getting changed and heading out the door.

You saw Malakai surprised and jumping up to meet at you the door but you slammed the door before he could even utter a word.

You knew he was gonna be pissed at you slamming the door in his face but luckily that girl would be there to distract him from that anger.

You wrote down in yours notes app all the things you had to get for your dinner and just general pantry stuff.

“More eggs, pancake mix, milk, hmm what else” You muttered to yourself. You clicked the familiar button, not even having to look at it to get where you were going.

A few moments later, you heard the elevator singing a tune. You looked up, and went to your car. You made it to the grocery store, glancing upon your list to refresh your brain.

Your phone dinged about 3+ messages in a matter of one second. Your eyebrows knitted in a confused state. Why were you getting messages? You guessed that they weren’t delivering until now so that’s probably why it came all in one moment.

You swiped up and opened up your messages. All from the contact addressed “bonehead”

You wondered why Malakai was texting you, did he need something from the store?

You read the messages.

“Hey, why the hell did you leave and slam the door in my face”

2 minutes later…

“hello????”

“I know you’re not busy answer my messages”

You decided to ignore the messages, you knew he was gonna be bitchy so you ignored them. 30 minutes had passed and you almost had everything on the list. You were looking on the snack isle decided on which chips you should buy.

Your phone dinged again, you could feel the vibration in your back pocket so you opened your phone. More messages from Malakai, you rolled your eyes as soon as you read the first message.

“dude, read my messages or I’m gonna trash you room.”

“????”

“Answer, I’m not fucking around”

“That was an asshole thing to do and I want an apology”

“Plus, that girl is gone so you can come back now. I don’t know why you were being all weird and bitchy.”

You?? Being weird and bitchy? God, he was unbearable, she’s the one giving you nasty ass glares for no reason?? As if you wanted him, Jesus. He could go live with her for all you care.

You clicked the power button, continuing to ignore the messages. Your eyes glanced upon your favorite chips that were in stock. You snatched them and put it in the cart quickly.

You were definitely gonna snack on those when you got home. You already imagined the show you were gonna watch as well.

Now, you had your snack so you just had to get the last two items.

“Rice and milk” you said in your mind rather than muttering it out loud.

Another 30 minutes had passed, you already gathered all the groceries and checked out. You just had to load them in the trunk of your car. You made sure to keep the temperature sensitive items in the back of your car where it would survive until you arrived at the apartment.

You put the cart back where it belonged while getting even more messages. You knew who it was and didn’t check until you were sat inside your car.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to call you mean and bitchy or whatever just come home..”

“Look she’s gone, I don’t know what you thought was gonna happen but I wasn’t gonna fuck her or anything! She’s just some dumb bitch I brought to make you jealous!!”

“I didn’t trash your room I was just lying to get you to come home!”

“Please, at least read my messages”

The hell? Why was he switching up now? What a weirdo.

You saw at the end of his frantic messages that there was a voice message. 15 seconds long. You rolled your eyes deciding to read his messages and click on the little play button.

“Please stop ignoring me!” You could tell he crying. The desperation in his voice was obvious. He hiccuped before beginning to speak about. “I’m sorry!!! Please come home I miss you, I’m sorry I made you mad. I don’t know why—“ He sobbed being incomprehensible.

“I’m— m I’m sorry” His voice broke down as your phone played his sobs before the voice message ended.

You only left for an hour and maybe a bit more. Why the hell was he crying about it? This is the 2nd time you used the ignoring tactic and the same reaction happened. Him in tears and being clingy, as if you were his partner breaking up with him.

You sighed finally making it to the apartment. Along the way, hearing your phone ring and ring with messages and calls.

Seriously? What was wrong with him.

As soon as you opened the door, arms filled with bags wrapped around them — he crashed into you. You were thrown back into the now closed door, his tight grip on you, refusing to let go.

“What the fuck???” You yell.

“I missed you so much please don’t ever ignore me like that ever again!!!! You know I don’t like that and I told you that!!” He sobbed even harder than he did in the messages.

You push him off, you saw his puffy eyes and wet cheeks. You made it to the kitchen, putting all the bags down. He was quickly following you, hurt that you pushed him but also loving that you touched him.

He was practically breathing down your neck, following you every time you grabbed a new item and put it in the pantry or fridge.

“God!! Can you sit the fuck down or something?? You’re hardly giving me any space you weirdo” You snapped at him.

He quickly obeyed, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs.

You looked in confusion, still angry about his messages and about him knocking you down against the door.

Once you had put everything back he quickly got up to follow you to your room. You were about to slam the door before he slipped into your room quickly right before you slammed it.

You looked in disbelief at the roommate of yours that could not leave you the hell alone.

You sighed, if you yelled again you thought you were gonna lose your voice. You threw yourself down your bed, ignoring his presence which is probably something you shouldn’t do… now that you knew this new side of him.

He sat on the edge of your bed. Choosing to keep quiet. His sleeves were helpful in wiping away his tears. You looked up at him, seeing his red face from sobbing so hard and yet, he still looked charming. You hated that you found him attractive. You didn’t have any feelings, you just found him hot that’s all.

He noticed you lost in thought while staring at him. He wondered if you were going to say anything. At least you weren’t ignoring him anymore.

“You’re like a puppy” You randomly commented.

He tilted his head, not understanding why or what you meant by that.

“You cry if I ignore you, yet when I’m not

— you’re annoying and act like a bitch”

“So? Maybe stop acting like a bitch when I talk to you” His demeanor completely switching as if he hadn’t been sobbing 2 minutes ago.

You kick him off the bed. His body thumping against the ground as quick as you had kicked him.

“Fucking bit-“ He yells out before he snapped at you, ending up on top of you.

He pins your wrists and was about to insult you before you kicked him in between his legs and got on top of him. He groaned in pain and sensitivity.

“Such a dirty move just because you were losing” he growled.

He starts spewing insults so you wrapped your fingers around his throat and applied a plethora of force to it.

His eyes widening and looked hazy. He didn’t fight back or anything, no attempt to make you stop. Even wrapped his hand on your arm, encouraging you.

He really was a fucking masochist.

You applied more pressure, despite his thinking that you were applying full pressure.

“If you keep acting like an asshole, I’m gonna ignore you even more than I did now” You said, laced with annoyance.

His eyes widened, quickly shaking his head no. Tears threatening to spill out when you told him that.

“Ah- pf ple” His words were incomprehensible with your tight hold on neck.

You let go of him and he coughed. He rubbed his sore throat, feeling that it would bruise. He was too distracted about your threat to be glad that you had marked him, even if it was temporary.

“I’ll stop acting like an asshole! It’s just hard when you give other people attention and stay in your room all the time” He whimpered.

“What are you trying to say?” You looked at him with suspicion in your eyes.

“I.. I don’t know myself okay? I love you, i love you a lot it fucking hurts when I see you talking to someone else. I just wanna bash their skull in when someone admires you. They could never compare to how much I love you” he holds your hands as he sits up to meet your eyes.

“An-and I don’t like when you ignore me, it makes me want to hurt myself knowing you don’t even want to acknowledge my presence! I love you too much that I couldn’t survive an hour without you yelling or hitting me.” He fiddled with his fingers yet still was brave enough to look up at you. Eyes filled up with tears, and had tears that spilled a long time ago, making his cheeks wet.

“Alright.. do you promise to stop being rude?” You finally noticed that you had been sitting in his lap this whole time.

He quickly nodded and made a “mhm mhm!!” sound.

“And are you gonna start being nice to my friends?”

His expression quickly turned into disgust, his eyes glancing upon you with a look of “are you serious”

“Malakai..” you said in a warning tone.

“Aghh, I’ll try but no promises” he said with an upset expression.

“Thanks!” You hugged him, kissing the now obvious bruises on his neck.

He giggled at the ticklish feeling and made muffled moans when you bit some of his bruised skin.

You and Malakai now relaxing in bed, enjoyed a nice nap under your bed sheets. Too exhausted to do anything. But, you couldn’t say the same for when the both of you woke up.

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#yandere #manipulation #yandere x you #masochist sub #gaslighting #pls request #yandere scenarios #yandere x willing reader #yandere x y/n #gn reader #male yandere #yandere imagines #malakaimyoc

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rebelwrites · 2 years

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I Will Never Stop Loving You || Part Two

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Both broken and in pain can one phone call provide Charles with the glimpse of he desperately needs

Part one

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️

Never in a million years did you expect to be back in your childhood bedroom, hiding yourself from the world but here you were.

For the last three days you refused to eat, you only left the safety of your room to use the bathroom. The time was spent crying, trying to force yourself to sleep but it never came and smoking out of your bedroom window. You knew it wasn’t healthy for you but you didn’t care.

Nothing and no one could replace Charles and that’s what scared you the most. Your hand felt wrong without your engagement ring, everything felt wrong.

Propping yourself against the headboard you took a breath before turning your phone back on, the moment it booted up the string of notification sounds filled the room. Unlocking the phone you started on your missed calls.

CharlieBear 🐻❤️:

49 missed calls

30 new voicemails

P.G

12 missed calls

3 new voicemails

C.S

10 missed calls

4 new voicemails

Clearing the missed call notifications you looked at the little red number next to your messages.

79 new messages

Taking a deep breath you clicked onto the app scrolling through all the messages from your friends, all concerned about your sudden disappearance. You quickly fired off a couple of texts to Pierre seeing how the three little dots started dancing around the bottom of the screen

P.G

📲 Merci putain tu es vivant Thank fuck you are alive

💬 Vivant mais survivant à peine 😢 Alive but barely surviving don’t worry about me P, I need time. Time away from everything.

📲 What happened? I’ve never seen Charles so broken. Can you at least tell me where you are?

💬 I flew home.

📲 Oh shit, here if you need to talk 🥰

Swiping off the conversation you read all the other messages from everyone else but Charles, you just closed the app pretending they didn’t exist just like you had done with the voicemails. You couldn’t bear to hear or read them.

The soft knock on your door caused you to toss your phone onto the bed, watching as your older sister appeared with your niece on her hip.

“What’s going on bug?” She asked, her expression soft but full of concern.

“Don’t wanna talk,” you hummed, fiddling with the sleeves of Charles’ hoodie, something you refused to take off.

“This isn’t good for you, bottling everything up.” She whispered as your niece climbed across the bed for a cuddle.

“Hmm,” you mumbled, watching your phone screen light up with Charles' face as he tried to call you again.

“It’s Uncle Char,” your niece grinned pointing at the phone.

Before you had a chance to move the phone Lucy had swiped it answering the call.

“Hi Uncle Char” She beamed, making you want the world to swallow you up. The moment she put the call on speakerphone you once again had to fight back tears as you heard his voice. “Why aren’t you here with Auntie Y/N?” She asked innocently.

“I’m busy with work.” He sighed, the pain in his voice was obvious to you but not to your niece. “Is your Auntie there?”

“She’s right next to me, you are on speakerphone.” She smiled, leaning against your chest.

Running your hand over your face you shot your sister a pleading look hoping she took over the situation. Luckily she got the message from Lucy. “Go find pops, Luce,” she smiled softly at her daughter.

Soon enough Lucy had disappeared leaving the room in silence but no matter what you couldn’t tear your gaze from the phone.

“Look Charles,” Dena sighed, running her hand across her face. “I don’t know what’s happened between you and my sister but she doesn’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Dena, please.” He whimpered, his voice cracking as he spoke, causing tears to roll down your cheeks.

“I can’t force her to do something she doesn’t want to do.” She said softly, her heart breaking at the pair of you.

“Just tell her I’m sorry please,” he cried, “just tell her I will never stop trying to make this up to her, I can’t live without her.”

“I will do Charles.” Dena said. “Look just give her some time and space and whatever has happened between the pair of you will work itself out. You two are destined to be together.”

“Take care of her D.” He whispered before the line went dead.

As soon as the phone was back on the bed you broke down in your older sister's arms. She didn’t say anything as she ran her hand across your back trying to sooth you.

Eventually your sobs subsided, as you roughly wiped your eyes with the sleeves of the hoodie.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, reaching for your packet of cigarettes before standing up off the bed pulling the hoodie over the pyjama shorts.

You needed to get out of the room, the four walls felt like they were starting to close in on you and you couldn’t take it any more.

The sunglasses on his face hid just how bad things had gotten. He was hardly sleeping, he was forcing food down him when he didn’t want to eat. He just wanted to hide from the world, not race. The last week had been the worst week of his life.

News of what had happened was now spreading like wildfire tearing through the F1 world, every interview he had everyone always asked him about you, where it went wrong.

“What’s your thoughts on today's race?”

“Fucking shit!” Charles snapped, causing silence to fall around him. “At this point what’s the point? Because I sure as hell don’t see any reason in continuing this season.”

Everyone was shocked at Charles' outburst, Pierre quickly jumped into the situation guiding his friend away from the cameras and back into the alpha tauri motorhome as it was closer.

The moment the door was closed it was like the floodgates opened, Charles couldn’t stop the tears from falling. His world was falling apart around him, he knew you meant the world to him but he didn’t quite understand until now that you were the centre of his world. Nothing went right without you.

“J'ai merdé. je ne sais plus quoi faire. I fucked up. I don't know what to do anymore.” Charles sobbed, hiding his head in his hands. “I feel like I’m fucking drowning, I’d do anything to get her back, I’d give up everything if it meant I got her back.”

“Je vais vous donner mon avis honnête parce que je vous aime tous les deux. I'm going to give you my honest opinion because I love both of you.” Pierre said, planting his hand on Charles’ back. “You have a long road ahead, the reason you got to this point was because of the championship, you shut her out.”

“I know, and I hate myself for it.” Charles cried. “What do I do?”

Pierre sighed, he had never seen his friend like this and it was breaking his heart. He had been in contact with you over the last week just checking in and things weren’t much better on your side. He had a couple of late night calls from you in floods of tears.

“I know it’s going to be hard but I think you need to take a step back. Y/N would want you to finish the season, do the best you can and go from there. There’s only 6 more races left of the season.”

Charles sighed, knowing he best friend was right but he couldn’t last that long. Two months was far too long. “Je ne peux pas attendre aussi longtemps, je suis tellement perdu sans elle. I can't wait that long, I'm so fucking lost without her.” He sobbed.

“Mec, elle a dit qu'elle avait besoin de temps donc tu dois lui en donner. C'est quelque chose que tu ne peux pas forcer. Mate, she said she needs time so you gotta give it her. It's something you can't force.” Pierre said softly.

Charles roughly wiped his eyes before pushing himself to his feet, silently saying bye to his friend. He needed to be alone, he needed to get away from the cameras and prying eyes. There was a two week break before the next race and Charles didn’t plan on showing his face to the world. He already had flights booked for Monaco.

Within the next couple of hours he had landed in Monaco, dumping his case in the hallway of his home. Checking his phone for the millionth time, sighing heavily when there were no new notifications from the person he wanted to hear from the most.

Tossing the phone onto the counter he sulked into his room grabbing the other suitcase tossing the clothes he needed into it. After a quick run around making sure he had everything he needed he shut the light off letting the bedroom fall into darkness.

He was only in his home for around half an hour before he swiped his phone off the counter along with his car keys leaving the home you shared. There was no way he could stay here without you, it just wasn't the same, there were too many memories buried in the walls. So he was heading to the one place he would be welcomed with open arms. He was going to stay with his Mum for the two week break.

The journey was only short but it felt like a lifetime for Charles. As he pulled into the drive he shut the engine off, taking a couple of deep breaths whilst he gripped the steering wheel trying to compose himself before he entered his childhood home.

Once he had dragged himself out of the car he slowly walked up to the front door. He didn’t get a chance to knock before the door flung open and his mother was standing in the opening.

Her soft expression broke down Charles’ resolve as he hugged his mum. The feeling of her comfort completely broke him down to tears, cries turned into sobs, his body shaking violently as his knees started giving out on him. Slowly Pascale lowered him to the floor, wrapping her arms around her son tightly. He had already told her what had happened and she had since been speaking to your parents as they were close friends.

“Mon doux garçon. My sweet boy.” She hummed, running her fingers through his dark hair, just like she did when he was a young boy. “Les choses vont bien se passer. Vous sortirez tous les deux de cette tempête plus forts que jamais. Things are going to be okay. You will both come out of this storm stronger than ever.”

“Je noie maman, sans bouée de sauvetage. I'm drowning mum, with no lifeline.” He sobbed clutching her cardigan. “I fucked everything up because I was blinded by the championship. I’m just so lost without her.”

Pascale blinked back tears at the state her son was in, she knew how much he loved you. The pair of them sat on the hallway floor until Charles had controlled his breathing and sobs.

Guiding her son into the kitchen she sat him down at the table, before pottering around the kitchen making them both some tea.

The sound of his phone vibrating against the wooden table was the only sound that filled the room. Charles starred in disbelief as he saw your name flash up on his phone. Quickly he wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand as he felt his heart starting to race.

Wifey ❤️🌎

📲 Can we FaceTime?

Rushing to unlock his phone, he couldn’t believe that you wanted to FaceTime him. Fumbling with his phone he hit the little camera next to your name, setting his phone against the vase in the centre of the table.

The longer it continued to ring the more he started worrying. Did you mean to text him? Did you change your mind? His mind was running a million miles an hour, rubbing his hands down his thighs he hated this feeling.

He breathed a breath of relief as your face appeared on the screen but it also shattered his heart even more. Your hair was scraped back, your eyes were red and puffy, there wasn’t the sparkle in them anymore. It was obvious to him that you weren’t sleeping and he hated himself that he was the reason to start smoking again especially when he knew how hard it was for you to quit.

“Hi,” he said softly, running his hand over his face. “This was a surprise.”

“I’m sorry.” You sighed, taking a long drag of the cigarette.

“Don’t be, Ma chéri.” Charles said, smiling weakly. “C'est bon de t'entendre. It’s good hearing from you.”

“Auntie Y/N, is that Uncle Char?.” Lucy’s voice appeared, making Charles smile.

“Yes baby it is.” You nodded, “I told you he would call, even when he is working he always finds time for your birthday.”

Charles sighed once again, running his hand across his face. How could he forget his niece’s birthday? With everything going on it just slipped his mind. This explained the reason for the contact, it was for Lucy and not you. Once again he felt the familiar pain in his chest but quickly put on a smile as Lucy took the phone from you.

“Joyeux anniversaire, ma princesse. Happy birthday, my princess.” He smiled, leaning closer to the camera as Lucy flashed him a toothy grin. “Did you make a birthday wish?”

“Of course I did silly.” She giggled.

“What did you wish for?” Charles asked, knowing that Lucy couldn’t keep quiet. “I bet it was a pony.”

“Nope”

“A monkey?”

“Nope”

“A F1 car?”

“Wrong again.”

“Oh I know, a unicorn?”

“Nope.”

“Okay I have no clue, what did you wish for sweetheart.”

“I wished for Auntie Y/N to be happy again and for you to be with her.”

It was like the air had been punched from him, he was completely blindsided by a seven year old.

“I overheard mummy and Pops talking and they said you and Auntie Y/N aren’t together anymore.” Her little pout was enough to cause the Monégasque to tear up again.

“Me and Auntie Y/N are taking a little break at the moment darling.” Charles sighed, trying not to break down in front of his niece. Before she could respond her friends were calling her. “Go, go enjoy your party.” Charles smiled.

“I love you Uncle Char.” She grinned, blowing him a kiss.

“I love you too, my little Princess.”

The phone was quickly passed around and your face popped back on the screen. An awkward silence fell across the pair of you, neither of you not knowing what to say, but not wanting to end the call.

“I saw the race.” You said quietly, looking down at something.

“You did?” Charles asked, he was surprised with your confession.

“I did,” you sighed, running your hand over your face. “What happened?”

“My head and heart wasn’t in it,” he whispered, trying his hardest to hold back the tears but one managed to slip, rolling down his cheek. “Do you think we will get back to how we were before this season started?” He blurted out, he knew it wasn’t an easy question but one he needed to know the answer to.

You fell silent as you mulled over his question, his heart was pounding against his chest not knowing what your answer was going to be.

“I don’t know, I hope so.” You said quietly, refusing to make eye contact with him, so you didn’t see the small smile appear on his lips. “I just need some time Charles, we need some time.”

“Prenez tout le temps dont vous avez besoin. Take as much time as you need.” Charles hummed. “Ne m'abandonne pas chérie. Parce que je suis sûr que je ne vais pas abandonner sur vous, sur nous. Just don't give up on me darling. Because I'm sure as hell not going to give up on you, on us.”

He watched you wipe a tear from your cheek, he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms, holding you until the sun came up.

“Je ne le ferai pas, je te le promets. Mais tu dois aussi me promettre quelque chose, mon Charliebear. I won't I promise. But you have to promise me something as well, my Charliebear.” You breathed finally looking up at the camera.

“Anything.” Charles smiled. His heart skipped a beat hearing the nickname you had for him.

“Promise me that you won’t throw the season away because of what’s going on with us.” You whispered, wiping away some more tears. “I don’t want you ruining your career because of this.” Even though the reason everything was happening was because of the championship you still didn’t want him throwing anything down the drain. “I know there are only 6 races left of the season. Throw your heart into, be the driver that I fell in love with all them years ago. Use your emotions as the fire you need to find yourself on the track again. And once the season is over we can go from there, taking baby steps.”

Your words had reduced him to tears, hiding his eyes from the camera he regained his composure before speaking again.

“I will, for you, for us.” He smiled softly. “Promise you will watch every race.”

“Je promets. I promise.”

“Prends soin de toi mon amour, souviens-toi toujours que je ne cesserai jamais de t'aimer ou de me battre pour nous. Take care my love, always remember I will never stop loving you or fighting for us.”

A small smile tugged on your lips as you ended the call. Charles leant back in the seat letting out a shaky breath, a smile of his own forming as for the first time since his world started crumbling around him he had hope.

Hope he would cling onto for dear life.

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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do you think chigiri is a type to use a remote controlled vibrator? like u control it with an app

Fuck yes he would! This activated something in brain!

Pairing: Hyoma Chigiri x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, use of sex toys, vibrators, mention of being in public, praise, clit stimulation, locker room sex

A/N: Saw this and had to write a little something for it.

Chigiri was scrolling through his phone, his jersey on the bench beside him and his down, slightly damp from the shower he just took when you appeared at the door. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to look angry, but honestly your flustered face and shaky legs did little to scare him.

"Someone's angry." He looked at you then back at his phone, "What's the matter sweetheart?"

You groaned, "You know damn well what. You said that if you scored you'd... instead you didn't let me..." Your fists clenched as you marched up to him, stopping in front of him. Shame he wasn't wearing anything you could grab right now, "That was pretty unfair of you Chigiri."

"It was in public. I'm not gonna let you come in public." He set swiped up with his thumb, activating the pink vibrator deep in your pussy, "That sight if for my eyes only." You almost toppled over, catching yourself by his shoulders for balance.

"Please." You whimpered, "I've been like this for the entire game. I need so come."

Chigiri looked at you, one eyebrow raised and expression neutral, "Been like what?" Damn him for teasing you like this, and damn you for being so horny to let him. With shaky hands you lifted up your skirt and showed him the wet mess that were your underwear. "Hm." The vibrations increased with another swipe. the toy now emitting a low buzzing sound. Luckily the game was too loud for anyone to hear, "Lose them." Another order you wouldn't have followed was your mind no fogged up by lust, "What an obedient, dirty girl. There are no cameras in here you know? Which means that we can do this."

His middle finger pressed over your sensitive clit, rubbing back and forth until you fell against him again, barely able to stand, "C-Can I?"

"Go ahead. Take your pleasure, you've earned it." Without another word you started riding his hand while he worked the vibrator inside of you, going from barely anything to sudden fast vibrations that had you coming all over his hand and the floor in minutes.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk imagines #chigiri hyoma #chigiri x reader #chigiri smut #chigiri imagines #chigiri headcanons #chigiri scenarios #blue lock #hyoma chigiri #smut blurb

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pussygarnish · 5 months

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7 Minutes in Heaven

abby anderson x f!reader

very suggestive content 🤗 but nothing really happens until pt. 2 !! modern AU (they have phones, go to college, etc)

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“—so fucking hot,” the voice of a very muffled Nora broke your train of thought and you fixed your stare on her, eyes flitting down when you noticed that she was actually staring at her phone instead of talking to you.

You wish you hadn't. She was scrolling through Abby-fucking-Anderson's instagram page. Literally, what was it about that arrogant waste of space that people swear up and down is the best thing to happen to the university since it'd been created? Personally, you were more of a personality kinda girl; if personalities equated looks, Abby Anderson would look like Quasimodo. Take... Owen, for example.

“God, would you cut—” you reached over, scowl adorned on your face, and snatched her phone out of her hands, “—it the fuck out?" She watched in annoyance as you swiped the app away and turned the phone off, placing it on the coffee table in front of you. “I'd rather not have my evening be ruined because my my friend wants to ogle my mortal enemy instead of partying.”

Nora scoffs at your remarks, turning to fully face you with crossed arms. “Hate her as much as you want, that woman is hot as hell.” Your eyes roll playfully and end up landing on some random space behind her, getting your thoughts stirred up again. You'd never admit it aloud... but she really was so fucking hot. No matter how much you wanted to convince yourself that she physically looked like Quasimodo.

“See! You're thinking about it!” She points out, shoving in accusatory finger in your chest and laughing. “No I am not,” you snap, pushing her finger away. “Bitch, who do you think you're fooling? I know you,”

You throw your hand up and wave her off, leaning against the headrest of the sofa a bit. “Not well enough, apparently,” you grumble lowly.

"Mhm," she threw a side glance your way and a silence fell over the room. “Hey, actually,” she began, moving to pick up her phone, “wonder when they're getting back with the drinks—”

Just as her sentence ended, the door swung open and a rowdy sea of partygoers fell in; it didn't take too long for the music to get going and drinks and snacks to run scarce. Nora—luckily—had managed to snag a few before returning back to the sofa and cracking two cans open for the both of you.

You thanked her and took a long swig. It was actually pretty decent. Til a certain voice soured the drink on your tongue.

“Sure you should be drinking that?” Abby chided, taking a seat on the sofa opposite of you. You didn't bother responding, only hauling a nasty glare in her direction. Her lip curved up at the sight of it. Nora looked back at you and lifted her eyebrows, shit eating grin adorned on her face before turning her attention back to her other friend.

The rest of the group and a few random partygoers followed shortly after, all taking their seats and chattering mindlessly. It was getting to be a bit boring, and Ellie—of all people— took notice of the dim mood and proceeded to shout:

“Who wants to play 7 minutes in heaven?”

A silence fell over the room as everyone looked around. There was a mixture of responses, one half of the group was silently nodding, while the other half was shaking their head frantically. You were leaning more towards the no option.

“Is that not a kids game?” You asked, taking another swing. Ellie frowned and crossed her arms, leaning back into the cushion of the sofa. “Well, not the way we play it, obviously. But, y'know since you wanna be a smartass, you can go first.”

“Who said I was playing?” You lifted a brow, taking another sip of your drink. Nora pinched your side and motioned to the spare bedroom with her head, and even though she wasn't looking at her, you knew what she was implying. “You don't play I'm just gonna assume you're a pussy,” she further taunted.

Your brow raised even further and you looked almost disbelieving now. “Me not playing a game makes me a pussy?” Ellie nodded and you pressed your lips together in a tight line.

You discarded your drink and raised your hands in mock surrender. “Fair enough, I guess. Who's going in with me?” Ellie sucked her teeth and looked around, an idea seemingly going off in her head when she spotted some old newspaper and crafting supplies tucked away in a corner of the room. She quickly rushed over and began writing something down, walking back to the group while still writing.

“Hey Jordan, can I see your hat?” She asked, stretching a hand out in his general direction. He obliged and handed it to her, then she was ripping the paper and crumbling it up, tossing it into the hat and mixing it up like she was some kind of fucking chef flipping a pancake or some shit. You scoffed and moved your eyes to a different corner of the room.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her. From the looks of it, she had already been looking at you. Seemed to have no intention of stopping.

Her gaze was heavy, intense. Made you wanna squirm away. Thank God for Ellie drawing the attention back to her after what felt like eternity.

Ellie lifted the hat and dramatically shoved her hand in, fumbling around with it for longer than necessary before finally whipping out the small slip of paper; she was wearing one of the most mischievous smirks you'd ever seen.

She opened it. Saw the name inside. Whistled lowly and furrowed her brows deep. Then, walked over and handed it to you.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” The name inside made your heart stop completely. Begrudgingly, you flitted your eyes up to Abby and she quickly perked up, something in her face changing completely. She raised a brow as if to ask for confirmation and you looked away, throwing the piece of paper down and sauntering to the room without a word.

Ellie motioned toward the door for Abby, a way to confirm because you refused to.

Abby followed suit and entered the bedroom, the door shut behind her and the timer had began. You and Abby, alone together in the bedroom. You could feel the tense silence between you, it was tangible.

The both of you leaned against the wall as you pondered over the situation. Abby's arms were crossed and her face was unreadable, so it was difficult to even know what she was feeling or thinking. You wondered if she felt as uncomfortable as you did, but there wasn't enough time to ponder. Ellie had given you seven minutes. And seven minutes wasn't enough for you to wrap your head around the fact that this was even happening.

You decided to break the silence first, expressing your innermost thought and worry. “Nothing will be happening, let me make that clear,” you muttered, pressing your back against the wall as tightly as you could.

“What makes you think I'd even want something to happen?” Abby retorted, scoffing a bit. Though, her eyes continued to study you for a moment. She didn't quite look upset at the sight of you; in fact, she had an expression of intrigue on her face.

Her eyes darted down to your mouth, lingering there for what felt like an eternity before they shifted back upwards to your eyes.

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, “Then you stay on that side of the room and I'll stay over here.” You recoiled when you felt her eyes on your lips, averting your eyes quickly.

“You look nervous,” Abby's tone took a playful turn. “Never done anything like this before?” She sauntered closer to you, her gaze shifting back down to your lips before she smiled. “I mean, with a face like that, I can tell you're some sort of prude.”

She was only a foot away from you now; your breath hitched and your body hummed with heat.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You furrowed your brows, trying to take a step back. “And—” What the fuck. Did you just shudder? “Why is that any of your business?”

She ignored your question, drawing in a little closer. “Why are you so flustered?” Abby's head tilted, her eyes still glued to your lips.

Your heart thundered in your chest, your thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion. Her hand reached out to capture your face, thumb drawing lazy circles at your jaw before she cupped it and tilted your head upwards.

“I'm not flustered,” you pause, swallowing hard. “I'm disgusted,” you snapped, but with how uneven your voice was and how trembly you were, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that you were lying.

Abby hummed, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. Slyly, she lowered her mouth toward yours. All she had to do was lean in and let her lips press against yours. And she could probably take her time with it—you seemed to have no intention of pulling away.

Her fingers laced between your hair, pulling you closer. Her lips parted slightly, allowing the sensation of touch to linger for a moment before they closed once more. She hummed, again. “Yeah, you're definitely disgusted.”

“What are you doing?” You whispered, trying with every fiber in you to keep your gaze on her eyes, and not her mouth. There was a pause, and the air completely sifted into a different atmosphere. “I thought we established that I'm disgusting you?” Abby tilted her head, lips curving into yet another wry smile.

She pressed her thumb against your lips, pushing you backwards until you hit a nearby wall. Your back arched, hair splayed out and your face flushed. The corner of Abby's mouth curved further, one brow cocked up as she looked you over.

Her hand snaked down to your lower belly, fingertips ghosting just above the waistline of your pants. The action caused you to squirm and she hummed in approval, cautiously dipping her index finger below the line and watching for any signs to stop.

When she found none, she continued. Her free hand snuck up and grabbed both of your wrists, lifting them up and over your head and pinning them to the wall behind you. Your pulse was racing, her touch was leaving a scorching burn wherever it trailed and you were ashamed, yet not, for wanting more.

She moved to your jaw, pressing slow and deliberate kisses before moving to your neck and collarbone. She pulled back and watched you carefully, her breath shallow. She tugged on her bottom lip at the sight of you: reduced to a mess because of her and she'd hardly touched you.

“If you're actually disgusted, you're not doing a good job at showing it,” she teased, finger slipping out of your jeans and working at the fly. Your face burned and you couldn't bear to look at her.

“Fuck—shut up,” you murmured, hips stuttering when she finished with the zipper and began to hike your jeans down ever-so-slightly. Abby lifted her gaze to you once more and tutted, giving you a warning pinch on your hip. “Keep your eyes on me while I'm doing this, or I'll stop, yeah?”

She dropped your wrists and you were quick to lift one right back up, slapping it over your mouth as you kept your eyes trained on her hand. It was climbing higher and higher—you were nearly trembling with anxiety, desire, not to mention confusion. How did you let yourself end up in this position?

You felt, and watched her warm hand slip between your legs, cupping your heat and stepping impossibly closer into your space. A shaky exhale left you when her fingers slowly began moving your panties aside. Your mind was racing a mile a minute. You should shove her, tell her off, save your dignity— but you were well past that point now, weren't you?

Three abrupt knocks broke your lust-induced delirium and your once arousal, butterfly filled stomach was now completely replaced with panic. She had been inches away from giving you what you'd wanted.

Three more knocks followed. They were loud, heavy, deliberate. Almost as if whoever was on the opposite side of the door knew what had been previously happening.

“Times up!” Of course it was Ellie. “Get your hand out of her pants and get out,” she quipped. It was meant to be a joke but it kinda freaked you out. Because thats literally where Abby's hand was.

You turned your attention from the door to Abby, halfway expecting her to move her hand. When she didn't your brows furrowed. Ellie was getting audibly impatient on the other side, but she didn't seem to care about it. At all. While half of you wanted her to continue, the other half was screaming at you to swat her hand away. She'd also seemed hellbent on getting what she wanted.

“Abby,” you whispered, “stop.” Her gaze flitted up and met yours, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Slowly, she began to retreat her hand, making sure to press against the sensitive bundle of nerves and making you hiss. A glare was sent flying in her direction as you quickly worked at your fly and hurried over to the door.

You snagged it open, almost incurring a head-on-head collision with Ellie but she caught herself and cursed at you as you slid past her. You nearly tripped yourself, making your way back to the couch. The look that Nora shot you had your face flushing with embarrassment. Was it that obvious?

Abby followed shortly after, sitting down in her previous spot just like before. This time, she wouldn't look at you.

You exhaled deeply, averting your eyes, too. Somehow, they fell to her hands—the ones that had just—you bit your tongue. Nothing about her body language gave way to the events of what had taken place inside the room.

Nothing but her hands.

They were trembling.

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Never Enough

I wanted so badly to be like him. I’d stare at him from afar every day I commuted home from work. He was tall, he was stacked, he was dark, he was fuckin perfect. Each time I saw those arms, twice the size of my head, I had to stifle til the little moan I knew would escape my lips. I didn’t know his name, I didn’t know anything about him except he must have lived nearby, since he was jogging nearly every day down the main strip. No shirt, beadlets of sweat glistening on that ebony skin, trailing down a set of washboard abs into a soaked pair of black shorts.

He was everything I knew I could never be. Surely a couple roid rages helped him along the way, but there’s something to be said about genetics. He had the genes I wouldn’t ever have. So I would sit there like creepy voyeurist every day and drool over this sweaty lug of a man I’d never met but so heavily admired.

I couldn’t tell you what the catalyst was for my google search that day. Maybe it was the fact I was bored out of my mind at work, or maybe that angst just kept compiling subconsciously until I finally did something about it. Either way, I found myself seeing what could be done about the way I looked, about who I was. A few pages down the line, well past 20 or so, I saw one result which piqued my curiosity.

“MelaSculpt” was the product. The little snippet of description on the search page described a fitness supplement for black men. I didn’t really think as I clicked the page that I would find anything of use to myself. After all, a black man I am not- but male is male right? And health supplements aren’t discriminative to my knowledge. The page for some company named VitaCorp opened quickly, and the page did take me back a bit. A studly mocha skinned man smirked back at me, flexing his vascular biceps while shoving a small orange pill into the foreground.

“MelaSculpt is the newest addition to VitaCorp’s growing list of nutritional supplements, which is aimed at improving the wellness and physique of men of color. Specially balanced for peak performance and quick results, this supplement will help YOU get the body of your dreams.” I scrolled past the ingredients list and disclaimers, much more interested in seeing the before and after photos of previous clients. The results were staggering. One man was easily 300 pounds overweight in his before picture, and after one treatment he was cut, lean, and healthy. Another was the opposite: gangly and paper thin before, ripped and bulked after. I kept swiping the pictures, before realizing the gallery was almost 200 photos. Before I could stop myself I had already purchased the bottle.

The rest of the day went by as normal, the draining, soul sucking grind of a day working had made me forget entirely that I had bought the supplements. So imagine my surprise upon arriving home when I saw a nondescript black package in my mailbox with a bright orange VitaCorp logo on it. It wasn’t possible! I looked, the company was out of Australia, I wasn’t even close. Unless they had a fulfillment center here in town, this couldn’t be it. Though, sure enough, as I ripped the plastic open, the matte black bottle rolled out into the palm of my hand.

I booked it inside, immediately rushing to my bathroom to examine the contents further. The futuristic font glistened the MelaSculpt name, teasing me as I ripped the plastic ring off the cap and twisted it open. The inside was full of cotton, and after pulling out what seemed like an inordinate amount of it, I saw two large orange pills in the bottom of the bottle. For a moment I was beyond pissed. What kind of rip off scheme did I buy into this time? I grabbed the package, shaking it upside down, hoping for a set of written instructions or a receipt. Luckily, a small card labeled “USER GUIDE” toppled onto the cold tile floor. I picked it up and began to read.

“Thank you for your purchase! We sincerely hope your experience with MelaSculpt enhances your life in every way you might hope. To begin your journey, take a test amount of a 1/4 pill to ascertain tolerance. Do not exceed 2 pills per person in totality.

WARNING: MelaSculpt is designed for use in men of color only. Side effects may include…”

I tossed the card aside, eager to get started. The orange pill glistened in my palm, presegmented into four doses. I broke off the first portion and swallowed it, washing it down with water from the tap. I stood a front the mirror, preparing myself to say goodbye to this corporeal prison and hello to a hunky Adonis like the jogger. It didn’t take long.

It had been merely second before I doubled over. I could hear the bubbling and groaning of my stomach, feeling it gurgle and pulsate. Immediately, I was convinced I was poisoned. Some random website I had found on Google supplied me Arsenic or Ricin… and I was dumb enough to take it. The first burp escaped my mouth, and I could feel instant relief. I stumbled into the bedroom, leaning on the dresser before actually looking down at my midriff. Beneath my shirt, which once was ill fitting and awkward, my stomach seemed to strain against the fabric. I ripped the shirt from my torso, buttons flying off it.

Beneath that cheap polyester were six little bumps vaguely protruding from my former gut. Another belch, and my swollen love handles seemed to collapse in on themselves. I was shocked, no, thrilled to see my waistline shift and bulk as two cumgutters started to balloon out. That was all fine and good, until my head began to spin. Yet another belch. I grasped onto the dresser, trying desperately to balance myself. But just as the world began to warp and blur, I thought I saw the slightest pinpricks of dark skin begin to cascade down my fingertips before it all went black.

I woke up on the ground. My head throbbed with a migraine straight from hell, rubbing my pulsating temples. Light streamed through the blinds, it was the next day for certain. As my throbbing eyes finally began to adjust, the world around me became clearer. Immediately, I saw them. Toes. My toes. BLACK toes. I wriggled my big toe, just to make sure they were in fact mine, before looking down at my hands. They were a dark ebony, tattoos sprinkled on my wrists and up my thick forearms. I scrambled to my feet and looked in the mirror.

What met my gaze were two meaty pecs, cobblestone abs, arms the size of a cantaloupe… a snaking bulge creeping further and further down my shorts. I hadn’t even looked at my face, I was too scared to look. No, scared wasn’t the right word, it was the mounting anticipation of just who I now was. I looked up, and my breath was taken away. My hair was a wild jumble of black curly locks radiating out into an afro. My chiseled jawline had a light stubble, the only two places on my entire body where I had hair. Every single inch of this sculpted, godlike body was smooth, chiseled, and powerful.

Taking a breath, the light scent of sweat emanated from my pits and feet. Just one whiff gave me a head rush as if I’d taken a hit of poppers. I panicked in the moment, refusing to believe this was who I now was. I pulled and prodded my face as if I were wearing a mask, but alas, this was my face. This was real. And a devilish smirk crept onto my face.

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That was seven months ago. Truthfully, I’d adjusted pretty naturally into being Jabari. After a day or two of no showing at work, when the boss called the apartment I just explained I was the new tenant. I have no idea what happened to the guy before me. I was Jabari Jefferson, I’d just moved to town from Baltimore and was looking for a gig in personal training. The landlord just kinda accepted I was the new tenant, as long as the rent was paid she didn’t really care.

I started to get more comfortable going out in my new body, appreciating the winks and stares of those who passed. That kind of admiration changes a guy, you start to kind of believe it. I found my own new style, I found a gym to work at down the street from the house. I hit up the bars and happily took home any sexy adult I could find. They couldn’t get enough of that subtle, salty funk which seemed to linger around me; that testosterone laden musk which, admittedly got me and my 9 inch cock off after nearly every session on the basketball court. I made a name for myself around the neighborhood for being “that guy.” The one everyone wanted to be, the guy I always dreamed I’d become. That however, leads us to todays events.

The sun was beaming down on me, as I contently shot some hoops before I hit up my date at a bar down the street. The energy I felt every single day. It was so strong and powerful. That virility, that libido, that strength… it was addictive. I plopped down onto the bench, prying my size 13 LeBron 19’s from my damp, socked foot. Taking a not so guilty whiff of that sharp, satisfying scent of a damn good game, just as I did after every hoop sesh. I tossed the sneakers into the bag and pulled out my slides, only for something to roll right out of the bag as I did.

I looked down at my wet feet on the pavement to see the black bottle of MelaSculpt had fallen out of my bag. Truthfully, I’d forgotten where I put it months ago: out of sight, out of mind. But as I looked down at it, that little nagging voice in the back of my head began to pick at me. Those feelings I felt that day, that euphoric rush. The power of my flexing muscles, the taste of my sweat, the touch of my skin… it all came back to me at once.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. That sensation, that lust for power and strength more than ever before is as enticing as it sounds even now. I opened my eyes, and delicately grabbed the bottle. The pill and 3/4 rattled around the bottom of the black container, teasing me even further. I looked down at my glistening muscles, slick with sweat, and imagined just how much more I wanted. It wasn’t enough to be sexy and strong, I had to be the strongest. I had to be the one.

In that moment of irrevocable weakness, I twisted the cap off and swallowed the remainder of the pill I’d used the first time. I didn’t remember the instructions, I didn’t remember the warnings, I remembered that feeling. It was the only thing in my mind as a triple dose made its way down my throat. Just as the first time, I doubled over on the bench, my stomach rumbling audibly to even passersby. I groaned and let out a cacophonous belch, one that even surprised myself. My chest ballooned out almost comically as a cartoon. Veins bulged prominently out of my thinning skin as my necklace burst from the base of my throat, too fragile for the force of my widening neck.

I scampered and stumbled blindly into the locker room, fortunately empty at the time. I let out another cavernous burp, which echoed throughout the room. My thighs bubbled outward in grotesque disproportion to the rest of my musculature. I crawled on the floor toward a shower stall, making it in before just as the time before the world began to spin. I got one final glimpse of my biceps contort and spasm before it all went dark.

I awoke in that shower stall in agony. Every muscle felt stiff and stone like in the cramped stall. I couldn’t even fit my entire body in the stall, my feet stuck out from beneath the door. The smell, it was strong. I enjoyed that savory, delectable scent of masculine musk before, but this was different. The only word I could describe it with is pungent. Like high quality Gorgonzola, and it was pouring out of every crevice of my body. I pushed the stall door open, which nearly came off from the force of my strength.

Getting to my feet, I crept slowly toward the sink, feeling every contraction of every muscle, thinly veiled behind my hairless skin. I got to the mirror. I had tripled in size. Muscles bulged from every direction, built far past the natural threshold I even knew existed. My dreads had all but fallen off, leaving a buzzed hair which exposed veins protruding from even my own scalp. I could feel my heart pumping every single beat, and the blood flowing across my entire body. The power was incomprehensible, it was incredible. It was… far too much for me. I scrambled back to my bag, tossing my favorite sneakers across the room, never to fit my rank size 17 feet ever again.

The bottle seemed tiny in my massive hand, I strained to see the instructions printed on the card I’d left inside. The only thing I could make out was the final words at the bottom of the paper: “Effects permanent. Use with caution.” My heart skipped a beat, I looked at myself in the mirror, a roid-inflated version of the Jabari I had built, nurtured, valued, loved… this wasn’t me. It felt wrong. I looked down at my phone desperately trying to look up the VitaCorp webpage to no avail. I screamed and punched the wall, my fist going straight through the tile and plaster.

My breathing labored, heavy, and hard, I looked down at the bottle again, chucking it into the bin. I looked at myself in the mirror, accepting there in that moment that Jabari was gone. This walking muscle was who I now was. I now had to concoct an entirely new persona yet again. But the only thing I could think of, was how much I wanted what I had lost.

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 9 months

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Crush On An Archer PT.1

a/n: Hey! Omg long time no see! I kinda maybe lost interest in writing for a bit there but tbh I think I'm back. No promises because I don't want to promise and then break your hearts but also I realllyyyy enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Will def be making a part two in coming days so stay tuned. LMK if you want to be added to the taglist, I am going to put some tags of past taglists below just in case they are interested in reading :) ALSO! Special shout out to @scmg11 because their writing is honestly what made me wanna get back into it. So,,I hope you enjoy!

Kate X Fem!Reader

Concept: Reader has a crush on Kate (school/Uni setting) and she doesn't know how to tell her.

Warning: Cussing, mentions of smut, IM TRYING TO WRITE SLOW BURN BUT BEAR WITH ME ITS NEW!

Word Count: 2.7k

You’re a month into your summer vacation and things couldn’t be more…boring. You love and appreciate your parents dearly for putting out the money so that you could attend a prestigious school in New York with a kick ass archery team but does it ever suck to be this far from all your friends for four months. To make the situation work, your dad had to transfer jobs to another state that pulls in a little more money annually with slightly more affordable housing but that means you aren’t even near the people you grew up around. Rural Mississippi is a fairly big step from living in Boston. Boston at least had people, out here it’s like you’re lucky if you get to meet a neighbour because the land has us all so far apart. In all honesty, although it’s boring, you really have one specific reason for being so bummed out. Towards the end of your last semester, you got started getting closer with one of the girls a year younger on your team, Kate. Typically the older girls competed and practised together and the younger girls did the same. Although you two were only a year apart it’s just how things worked out, so you didn’t cross paths very often. However, one day you were walking home from class, stopped to get coffee and basically bumped into her. The meeting was really brief but it was enough to make you catch feelings almost instantly.

Your interest in her grew as you followed her on Instagram and she followed back. Obviously you took a peak at her page and scrolled to the bottom laughing at the really cringey posts from 2015 she had still up. All you wanted to do was talk to her again but you didn’t know how, although she was a year younger than you she intimidated you so much. Her deep blue eyes were honestly enough to make you stutter whenever you had the chance to talk to her. A month had gone by already and you could not wait to get back to school so you could see her again. Luckily, coach has yearly “team-building” days before the season starts and they’re about half way through the summer so hopefully you can talk to her before then and maybe convince her to hang out when you come back to school.

Over the next week or so you liked a few story posts that she’d upload every now and again but the day finally came where you felt like you could swipe up and respond to it…y’know…maybe spark a little conversation.

“Damn Bishop, is this a new bow?” In response to a story post of her showing off some of her off season training.

“Haha yeah it is, flips out and everything…it's really freakin’ cool.” She replied almost instantly and that made a giant warm smile come across your face.

Shit– what do you say back? Your main goal was honestly to keep the convo going so you could subtly mention down the line hanging out with her.

“Yeah that’s sick, wow I’d kill to try something like that out.”

“Well next time I see you, please by all means give it a shot” She replies back.

“Might just have to take you up on that. How’s your summer going anyways?”

“It’s alright, kind of boring though. All my friends from school move back home and I am working for my mom’s company over the summer so it all is just kind of dull. I miss going out and having fun. Wbu?”

“Yeah, I hear that. I am SO bored here. I would kill to fast forward to the fall, I miss being at school honestly. There’s only so much I can do by myself here during the summer.”

“Ugh right! I want it to be school again too but don’t get me wrong, I love the summer, the weather is great here recently and the nightlife is amazing too. I just have nobody to go with, you know.”

“Yeah I get it. Trust me, if I could be there to go out with you I would, there is definitely no nightlife here haha.”

Shit. That wasn’t too forward was it? She is taking a while to respond to you. She hasn’t even opened the message yet.

*4 minutes later*

“Well, you’re going to be around for that team-building thing coach has us doing in a couple of weeks right?”

“Yeah, I should be.”

“Well, we can go out then if you want? Me and a few friends had plans but they’re all on the team and I’m sure they’d love to have you there too.”

“Yeah, that sounds great I’d love to!”

The conversation pretty much ended there and your contact with her was fairly limited, just a small comment here or there until you finally got to fly back to school for summer training. You settle back into the apartment you left a couple months ago, everything is still a mess where you left it but the kitchen and living room are even filthier since you are not around to clean up much after your roommates. You decided to wait until your team practice to talk to Kate about hanging out again. You didn’t want to come on too strong but also a small part of you feels like she forgot what she said months ago and you won’t end up seeing her, not outside of team stuff at least.

You grabbed your gear and headed to the field where practice was being held. You saw some of your friends from last year and decided to catch up with them before coach pulled you all in to start practice. You were trying your best not to make it obvious but your eyes were tracking all around you looking for Kate but she was nowhere to be seen.

*Whistle* “Okay team! Let’s bring it in. First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for making the effort to come back to campus for this, meeting I–”

“SORRY SORRY SORRY!” You hear the coach interrupted as footsteps are fast approaching the circle of archers.

“Hi Kate.” Says coach.

“I am SO sorry. My driver was running late and then there was traffic because of a giant accident, I think there was some battle in the streets again, I don’t know, either way, my bad coach, won’t happen again…I promise.” She says with the most adorable grin that is absolutely saying she will be late again.

“It’s alright Kate, it happens, I was just telling the team how thankful I am that everyone could make the trip back to campus for this.” Coach went on to talk about the drills you were doing for the day and man was it hard to not be in awe watching her. You tried your best not to stare all day because the last thing you wanted to do was make it obvious but fuck it felt impossible. The day came to an end and you packed up your gear, Kate was talking with the other seniors on the team as they were gathering their things and started to head out. You could feel your window closing to talk to her but interrupting her conversation with her friends and “inviting” yourself out with them just felt too weird and uncomfortable. If it wasn’t meant to be then it wasn’t meant to be but you would kill to be able to just spend an hour with her.

You watched as she started to walk away towards the parking lot with her friends when all of a sudden she motioned for them to hold on a minute and she turned around and jogged over to you.

“Hey y/n! Sorry we didn’t get to catch up much during practice, I saw your shooting though it’s looking good.”

Yeah…your face is bright red. Control your shit.

“Anyways, me and a couple friends are going out later tonight to a party that one of their friends is hosting. It’s like a Hawaiian beach summer nights themed type of party so if you have something like that to wear, that would be great.”

“Yeah, I might have something, I’ll take a look when I get home.”

“Cool! I’ll text you the address once I get it off my friend and I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah, sounds good!”

“Here, why don’t you put your number into my phone, I don’t like using DM’s that much.”

You take Kate’s phone out of her hand and fill out a contact for yourself, praying that she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“Cool, thanks, I’ll send you a text in a bit.” She says with a smile and then runs off to re-join her friends.

It seems silly sitting by your phone and literally watching the minutes tick by waiting for her to text you but that’s all you could do. The anticipation felt like it was killing you.

Your phone finally buzzed with a mystery number attached, “Hey y/n! It’s Kate. So…slight change of plans.”

Fuck. Is she bailing? Your eyes were glued on the three dots as she typed and you watched as they disappeared and reappeared.

“Turns out the party is actually around the corner from my place so if you wanted to just come here first, we could pre-game and shit and then walk over together? My friends said they were going out to get their hair done so they’ll be running late.”

“Hey Kate, yeah no problem that works for me just send me your address and lmk what time you want me there.”

Kate dropped a pin of her location to you with the text attached telling you to come over at 7pm.

7pm rolled around and you were already there outside but you kind of felt like you should wait another minute or two so you weren’t RIGHT on time. Or is it weird to be a minute late? But wouldn’t being on time be weirder? Whatever, you decided to just wait a minute and then knock on her door.

Knocking on her door was the most nerve wracking thing you ever did, you were genuinely shitting bricks.

“HEY! Come in come in!” Kate eagerly yells at you as she swings the door open. She’s wearing shorts with a bright purple bikini top and a button down Hawaiian shirt over top that doesn’t have a single button done up. Are you starring? Yes. Probably? Absolutely you are.

“Make yourself at home, feel free to grab a drink from the fridge, my roommates are out of town and left all their alcohol so help yourself.” She said with a laugh.

You heard that right? Her roommates are out of town. Just the two of you…you never know.

You grabbed a drink from the fridge and took a seat on the couch next to her and yeah…the drink started going down faster than usual because of all the nerves in your stomach. The two of you made small talk for awhile but the conversation started flowing a little more naturally about 2 drinks in. Were you still kind of awkward as hell? Yeah…a little. But at least you warmed up to her a bit and weren’t acting so weird. About an hour later, her friends showed up and grabbed you guys to head over to the party. Honestly, things were going so well with just the two of you that you didn’t even want to go to this party but if it meant you got to spend more time with her then there you were. You got to the party and you honestly knew practically nobody. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly but Kate clearly was. She was talking to EVERYBODY. The boys at the party especially loved her. There was lots of laughing and flirting going on, you could feel the jealousy building but acting out was definitely not an option. You ended up socialising with a few of the other people at the party but for most of the night you stuck by Kate’s side, the two of you got pretty drunk together, pouring shots for one another and dancing in the pit of people to extremely loud music. There was a point where it felt like it was just you and her and nobody else was there while the music was blasting into your ears and the two of you were jumping together to the beat and singing out the lyrics to whatever song was on at the time. Kate got really close to you until some guy would come and pull her away in an attempt to make a move on her. Although, it never actually happened. Kate always ended up finding her way back to you. At one point she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the crowd as the two of you sang (screamed) the lyrics to “love story” into each other's faces. The party, as all do, started to simmer down. You guys actually ended up being some of the last people at the party, you stuck around to the point where the music was gone and most people were just sitting around chatting halfway sober.

“Hey, I think I’m going to go home, I am super tired right now.” Kate says to you.

“Okay, I’ll walk with you, I left my bag at your place anyways so I have to grab it.”

“Right, sounds good.”

Although the two of you had been singing and dancing for hours, she looked just as perfect as when you left and you were trying your hardest not to stare at her while the two of you were walking side-by-side.

The walk back to her place was pretty quick, when the two of you got inside you went to grab your bag and get your things together. You were desperately trying to figure out what to say to her while you were organising your stuff. You didn’t want to come on too strong but you also want to make sure that she knows you had a good time…I guess just tell her exactly that?

“I had a really good time tonight, thanks again for inviting me.” You say as you’re leaning against the wall in her hallway.

“Of course, anytime. And I did too. We should really hang out more when we come back to school.” She replies.

Kate walks towards you and stops about a foot away leaning up against the doorframe to her bedroom. The hallway is super narrow and all you can think about is pinning her against the wall while you kiss down her neck and pull her tight by her waist.

“Yeah I think so too. I guess I should probably head out.” You say as she looks at you with the softest eyes that you swore said “please stay”. You lingered for a second longer as the two of you were looking at each other, tired, kind of tipsy and on the verge of ripping each other's clothing off. All you wanted was for her to actually ask you to stay a little longer but before she had the chance you were already walking towards the door.

“Have a good night y/n.” She says. “Text me when you get home safe.”

“I will. Sleep well Kate.” You reply as you turn to look at her with a smile and step out the front door.

That goodbye felt different. It felt like there were still feelings in the air and lots that wanted to be said that wasn't. It felt like the perfect opportunity with nobody around after an amazing night together has passed but you regret none of it. Although you weren’t able to get a confirmation on whether or not Kate even likes women like you do, you knew there was definitely a type of tension between the two of you that she definitely noticed.

-- END OF PT 1 --

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"melody of a broken heart"

“melody of a broken heart”

pairing: riize anton lee x reader “y/n”

genre: lovers to exes - angst

plot: a happy relationship is what most people want when it comes to finding love. love is a strong word and it can mean a lot of things. you can love a person, a song, a feeling, an item, but what happens when you fall out of love?

warning: not much, a lot of cursing and toxic behavior in a relationship

notes: like i said… i am obsessed with riize lol not proofread and if there are any warnings you’d like me to add pls lmk, as per usual, italics are dialogue. also mentions of riize members and ningning as y/n’s best friend! enjoy!!!

word count: 8142

“hey, what are you doing next weekend?” you ask anton while plopping onto his bed next time. he almost instantly moves over, not in the way so that he could make room for you, but in the way so that he could have some distance from you.

“uhh, i think i’ve got some plans with the guys. gonna hit the studio, i think.” he responds softly, eyes still glued to his phone. “you think..? what you’re not sure about your plans?” you ask, questioning his intention. he drops the phone on his lap with a sigh that turns into a smile, “no, i do have plans this weekend, but what’s up?” he asks while moving closer to you; almost like he noticed that you were starting to get frustrated with his behavior. you stare at him for a moment, your faces are closer now as you’re both laying on your stomachs with your chin propped up by your elbows.

“nothing, i thought you’d want to check out that record shop that just opened downtown.” you say while turning over onto your back. opting to stare into his bedroom ceiling instead of his eyes, a way to avert your true emotions behind what you really want from him. “uhh, maybe. when?” anton asks. you don’t respond for a second, getting lost in thought as your eyes bore holes into anton’s ceiling. “hey!” he says with a playful shove, knocking you out of your thoughts. you take in a big breath before responding, “nothing… i think i’m gonna head home.” you say while rolling off his bed. anton throws his hands up with a shrug, “what? you don’t wanna go to the record store?” he asks. “nah, it’s more your thing anyway. just wanted to ask if you wanted to go but you’re busy so it’s alright.” you explain while slipping your shoes on. “text me when you get home!” anton says as you make your way out of his room. you roll your eyes as you leave, scoffing at the fact that anton didn’t even bother to walk you out of his apartment.

it’s almost 6pm when you leave anton’s place. you don’t live that far and the sun was still up so you didn’t bother walking home. the wind was a bit chilly but the sun felt warm, you were excited for spring; it was your favorite season and luckily your hometown didn’t receive a lot of rain so you were able to enjoy the outdoors before it got too hot outside during the summer.

you passed by a couple corner stores on your way home, popping in to grab a drink and a small snack; opting to eat some donut holes and a bottle of tea for dinner instead of a real meal. before you knew it, you were walking up the stairs to your apartment and jumbling your keys around to unlock the door. when you enter your’re greeted by your small dog. a 3 year old cavalier king charles spaniel named teeny your boyfriend got you on your 2nd anniversary. you bent down to give her some kisses and rub her belly before making your way to your room.

the air was very still in there, almost like it had been unoccupied for months. you crack open a window and change out of your clothes into something more comfortable, a pair of shorts and one of anton’s hoodies you stole. you shuffle into your bed and teeny follows, jumping onto your mattress and making herself comfortable by your legs. you’re munching on a donut hole when you get a text from anton, “you home yet?” he asks. you quickly swipe away he text and go back to scrolling on your phone when another text from anton appears, “don’t even try to ignore me.” you texts with the annoyed face emoji. you find the text kind of cute, especially when he uses emojis, so you give in and respond. “yes, i’m home babe.” you respond quickly as you watch the indicator change from delivered to read. you wait a couple minutes and it continues to stay as a read, getting annoyed that anton doesn’t even bother to respond.

you spend the rest of the night mindlessly scrolling on your phone and playing with teeny, trying to brush away the feeling that your relationship with anton hasn’t been ideal the last few weeks. you suddenly check your phone when you realize it’s now 3am. thankfully you didn’t have work the next day so you didn’t mind. you were going to continue scrolling when your tummy grumbled, you weren’t planning on eating anything but you decided to make ramyeon because it sounded good and you had some green onions about to go bad anyway.

as you made your way to the kitchen with teeny in tow, you decide to watch some instagram stories. some of your friends studying, funny photos of people’s dogs, and you stop in your track when one of anton’s friends, wonbin, story appears and its anton and his friend group. they’re in anton’s room, a room you know far too well, and they were just playing with anton’s instruments. a part of you was a bit hurt he didn’t ask you to stay so you could hang out with them or even ask you to come back after you had got home since you didn’t live too far away. with your appetite gone, you made your way back to your bed, tossed your phone into a pile of clothes in the corner of your room but not before putting it on do not disturb. you shut your eyes and let sleep takeover.

you’re awoken the next day by teeny pawing at your sleeping figure and soft whimpers indicating she was probably hungry. you get up to feed her when you realize it was still dark out. you look around your room to find your phone, which is now under a few old clothes as the pile of clothes before toppled after you tossed your phone. picking it up and checking the time, it reads 8:56pm. had you slept through the whole next day? your phone says it was now the day after which leaves you shocked. you’re thrown off by all of the notifications on your phone, some missed calls and texts from anton, some from your best friend, and to your surprise, a couple from anton’s friend. before you’re able to check out all of the notifications, teeny barks at you reminding you to feed her. “sorry babygirl!” you say while quickly getting up to fill her food bowl downstairs.

you’re trying to catch up on notifcations on your phone while simultaneously filling the food ball, causing you to accidentally overfill the bowl. you don’t mind as teeny is probably starving as she’s gone the whole day without eating since you slept through the whole day. your stomach grumbles at you, reminding you that you as well haven’t eaten all day.

you sat at your kitchen counter for a moment to catch up on what’s been going on, still confused as to how you ended up sleeping for so long.

text message from bestie:

“hey girl! you free this weekend? my parent’s are leaving town so i have the place to myself if you wanna have a sleepover!” sent at 2:33pm

“you okay? you’re probably with anton, just text me if you’re down! you can bring anton and his friends too, seunghan is cute.” sent at 5:56pm

text message from unknown (could be: wonbin):

“hey! you coming to our show this weekend?” sent at 4:27pm

text message from unknown (could be: sohee):

“y/nnnnn, anton said he hasn’t heard from you all day? he’s a bit a sad today :c” sent at 4:48pm

“when did anton’s friends even get my number?” you thought to yourself. you found it a bit weird considering you’ve only met them once but even weirder that it seemed like it was such a big deal you were MIA for a day.

text message from chanyoung <3:

“hey babe, you up?” sent at 9:36am

“come over later?” sent at 10:05am

“are you upset? did i do something???” 10:23am

*missed call at 10:30am*

*missed call at 10:32am*

“y/n if i did something just tell me, you know how much i hate when you ignore me…” sent at 11am

*missed call at 11:16am*

*missed call at 12:32pm*

*missed call at 1:03pm*

“i stopped by and you weren’t home? i heard teeny barking but it seemed like you aren’t home. just text me when you can i guess…” sent at 3:21pm

*missed call at 4:06pm*

“just got to sungchan-hyungs for practice, we’re working on a new song today.” sent at 4:09pm

“what’s going on? where are you?? i just hope you’re ok…” sent at 7:19pm

you were a bit perplexed, nothing happened the whole, at least for you, but it seemed like it was such a big deal to everyone else you were gone. it wasn’t like this just yesterday, when it seemed like anton couldn’t care less about you; disregarding your efforts to spend time and barely acknowledging your presence while laying next to him.

you sit in silence for a minute and realize teeny had devoured her bowl of food and was now staring at you with her head tilted. “outside?” you quickly ask and she does a spin followed by a bark. you walk towards your front door and let her out onto the front yard. you take a seat on the steps in front of your home and decide to give anton a call.

“y/n? oh my gosh, where are you? are you okay?” he instantly answers and begins to ask questions. “anton, i’m fine. i just slept through the whole day is all.” you explain shortly. you hear him release a heavy sigh of relief. “you scared me…” he says softly. you heart melts a little, whenever anton acts endearingly always makes your heart flutter. “i’m okay, don’t worry. thank you for worrying about me but i was just really tired.” you explain further.

“did you have dinner already? i quite literally haven’t eaten all day so i’m pretty hungry.” you ask anton, hoping he would come have dinner with you. “i could eat!” he says. “cool, your place or mine?” you ask him getting up from your spot on the stairs. “i’ll come to you, you’re probably tired and i started walking over as soon as i got your call.” you can’t help but smile at his words. feeling as if the negativity you were so focused on yesterday within your relationship could’ve all just been in your head. “ok! i’ll start the ramyeon so it’s almost ready by the time you get here.” you say your quick goodbyes before entering your home and calling for teeny to follow suit.

the noodles are a few minutes from being finished by the time anton knocks on your door. you open it and you’re instantly engulfed in his arms. he’s rubbing your back and squeezing you, “you need to stop putting your phone on do not disturb, i thought you died or got kidnapped.” he says into the top of your head. for a moment you just enjoy being in his arms, the smell of his hoodie, and the feeling of his broad shoulders and strong arms wrapping around you. you peek out from his chest to look at him, “you’re so dramatic, come on the food is almost done.” you say, breaking away from the hug and taking the pot of noodles off the stove.

“i’m not hungry, just have it all.” he says to which your smile drops a bit. “what? i thought you were going to have dinner with me?” you say trying to hide your sadness. “i just got back from dinner but i wanted to make sure you ate.” he says taking a seat at the kitchen counter, picking up teeny off the floor, “poor teeny, she was probably so worried about her mommy being passed out all day.” he says jokingly. a part of you is trying not to overthink, the negative thoughts of your relationship were starting to fill your head again and you were trying your best to keep them out.

you take a seat across from anton on the counter and begin to eat your food. not caring that it was still very hot because you were starving. you’re eating in silence after realizing anton hasn’t really said anything. you look up and see he’s on his phone again, smiling, and occasionally letting out a chuckle. “what’s so funny?” you ask, wanting to actually spend time with him and not just feel like he was some guy in your home. “huh? oh, nothing. shotaro-hyung just sent me a funny video of eunseok-hyung.” he quickly explains, going back to putting all of his attention to his phone.

you remember the text you got from wonbin, about their show this weekend. “sooo, are you busy all weekend? maybe we can still check out that record store if you’ve got time?” you ask, almost testing him to see if you could catch him in a lie of some sort.

“mmm, yeah. i’ve got practice saturday and sunday my grandparents are coming to visit.” he says without even looking up from his phone. you could almost feel a piece of your heart break. it’s not like he told a huge lie but he still lied. instead of being honest and inviting you to his show, he made an excuse not to be around you. you sadly look down and went back to quietly eating your dinner.

anton left not much later after you had finished your dinner. dumping your dishes into the sink. you were starting to think that all of these negative thoughts you’ve been having wasn’t only in your head and maybe it was the reality of your relationship with anton. you were about to take a shower when your phone begins to ring.

“y/n! where the hell have you been!!” your best friend, ningning yells after you answer the phone. “sorry ning! i slept through the whole day, i just finished dinner, was about to shower when you called.” you say apologetically. “i was so ready to bust your door down but i figured your boyfriend would do it.” she say while laughing. “yeah… something like that.” you say quietly. ningning could instantly tell something was off, “what’s wrong?” she asks. “and don’t even try to tell me nothing is wrong. we’ve been friends since we could count to 10.” she says almost threateningly. you laugh for a short moment before explaining your theories about your relationship and how lately it hasn’t really felt like a relationship.

“my offer stills stands! come over for the weekend? we could have a sleepover just like old times, i can pick you up right now.” ningning says trying to find a way to cheer you up. she’s always been by your side and someone you could truly rely on. after high school, you and anton went to the same university for a year. he dropped out the next year to pursue music and ningning transferred to a private university a couple cities away so you rarely see each other anymore. “you know what, i’m not even taking no as an answer. pack a bag and be ready when i get there.” she says and you can hear her grab her car keys. “ning, i'm naked right now i was about to shower.” you say even though you haven’t even taken anything off. “girl, i don’t care. shower at my place, i’m on my way. byeee!” she says before ending the call. you scoff and drop your head a bit with a sigh.

half an hour later, ningning is at your front door, hip out and head tilted waiting for you. she picks up teeny and grabs your weekend bag. “thanks ning” you say softly as she places your bag and dog into the back seat. the ride to ningnings apartment felt short, you mostly looked out the window while sang along to the radio.

you settled into her apartment, letting teeny roam free. “so… anton. what’s going on?” she asks. you plop down onto her bed face into the mattress. you mumble some words before ningning cuts you off, “girl i can’t hear a thing you’re saying.” she says to which you turn your head towards her; explaining in further detail the last few days and adding the fact that he lied to you about his whereabouts this weekend.

“that jerk!” ningning says with a high pitched gasp. “do you want me to punch him? i’ll do it!” at this point ningning is now standing up on her bed with hands on her hips. “i’ll break his guitar or that little computer he always walks around with. i’ll even take on his friends, i can take down the big ones!” she says while punching her fist into her other hand. you grab her hands and drag her to sit back down. “no one is punching or taking anyone down ningning.” you say trying to calm her down. “i’m serious y/n! i’ll break his nose!” she says almost yelling. “yizhuo!” you exclaim and ningning instantly comes to her senses. you’ve always done this with her, whenever she gets too riled up you’d just call her by her traditional name and she’d snap out of it like a mom called their child their full name when they’re in trouble.

the rest of the night goes smoothly. you take a shower while ningning spends some time of teeny. you do typical girl sleepover activities like doing your nails, skincare, watching movies, and eating snacks. you’re getting ready for bed when ningning lets out a high pitched gasp followed by a devious facial expression. “what? why? why are you making that face, i hate when you make that face, it means you’re up to something.” you say while trying to hide under the blanket. ningning jumps on the bed, startly teeny causing her to jump off the bed and continue her sleep on the floor near ningning’s stack of plushies. “i have a brilliant plan! what if we went to his show?” she suggests. you make a face at her, “what? that’s stupid i’m mad at him i don’t wanna see him!” you defend. “okay, but think about it. imagine how bad he’ll feel after seeing you there and you weren’t even invited.” she explains to which you respond by showing her wonbin’s text, which is kind of an invite.

ningning snatches your phone and types something and tosses it back to you. “what did you do?” you say when your phone surprisingly gets a text.

text message from wonbin:

“sure thing! we’re playing at 8pm saturday night, here’s the address. see you and your friend there!”

“Seven Sirens, 127 N St”

wonbin had texted you back with the details of their show and the address. a local bar named seven sirens. you’d been there a few times with anton, once being where you had your first fight. “ningning i can’t believe you texted him.” you say and ningning grabs your phone. “i can’t believe he responded so fast.” she says while reading the text.

“what if wonbin tells anton i’m coming? then it defeats the whole purpose!” you explain and ningning begins typing again on your phone. “already ahead of you babe.” she says and hands you your phone afterwards. she had texted wonbin that you showing up was a surprise and not to tell anton. you look at her with a straight face and she just smiles and shrugs. “come on, let’s go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow!” she says while getting under the blankets and turning off the lights.

your follow ningning and try to get some sleep but sleep doesn’t come as easy to you as it does ningning. in just a few moments you can hear her soft snores while you’re awake for another hour worrying about the events that are going to unravel saturday night.

you’re awoken by ningning jumping on the bed followed by teeny also jumping onto the bed and barking. “come on y/n wake up! i ordered breakfast it should be here soon.” she says while pulling the blankets off of you. you get up with a stretch and follow ningning into her kitchen. just as you’re sitting down at her dining table, her doorbell rings, she runs to grab the food at her doorstep and sets it up on the table. “you should stop ordering out so much, your bank account is going to hate you.” you say while scooping some eggs and fruit onto your plate. “eh, it already hates me. plus i don’t know how to cook, do you want me to burn down my apartment?” she says while taking a bite out of her croissant. “true…” you quickly respond and the two of you finish breakfast while teeny eats out of the bowl you brought with you in your weekend bag.

it’s a couple hours later when you and ningning start to get ready for the show. you’re starting to get nervous again when ningning comes up behind you, she wraps her arms aroud your neck and settles her head on top of yours. “we don’t have to do this. i know i was being a little crazy last night but if it’s too much for you we can stay home.” she says trying to comfort you. you look at her through the mirror you’re currently sitting in front of for a moment before responding, “no… i feel like we need to go.” you say and a smile breaks out onto ningning’s face. “ugh! thank god, i was going to be bummed if you wanted to stay home!” she says with a laugh as she retreats into her closet to change. you shake your head and laugh with her.

it’s 7:29pm when the two of you finish getting ready. ningning is in low cut black flared leather pants, a baby blue tube top with an image of a bear on it, a pink knit bolero, and platform heels. you were dressed in a two piece green silk crop top and skirt that landed a couple inches above your knees paired with matching heels. you thanked ningning for the outfit as she put on perfume. “no problem bestie” she says. “come on, uber is here!” ningning says while grabbing your hand leading you to the front door. you knelt down towards teeny before you left, “be a good girl teeny! don’t poop or pee on anything besides your doggy pad.” you say before patting her head and leaving.

the uber ride to the show felt like an eternity. it felt like the longer you were in the car the less you could breathe. ningning noticed this through your leg bouncing, she asks the driver to roll down a window and she places her hand on your knee and softly rubs it. “its okay, if at any moment you wanna leave, we leave okay?” she says trying to comfort you. you nod worriedly and the car comes to a halt, “we’re here ladies.” the driver says. you and ningning exit the car and thank the driver before he speeds off.

ningning holds your hand, guiding you towards the entrance of the pub; a bright red neon sign that reads “Seven Sirens”. as ningning pulls you to enter the building, you halt, causing ningning to slightly trip on and turn around. “are you ok? do you wanna go?” she asks while coming closer to you. you’re staring at the neon sign, the red light illuminating your face, slightly blinding your vision. the neon sign slightly flickers and the light fades for a moment before coming back on. ningning squeezes your hand softly, trying to get your attention. “y/n?” she says. you let out a deep breath, “come on.” you say and now you’re the one dragging her into the pub.

you and ningning are finding your way through the crowd, it’s a lot bigger inside than it seems and the place was packed. a part of you feeling more hurt that there was such a big turnout and anton didn’t invite you. such a special moment for him to be able to perform the music he makes for such a huge crowd and you would’ve missed it. now you were there, somewhat of an imposter; knowing anton didn’t want you there, almost as if you were trespassing. you and ningning push pass a couple patrons, some college guys grabbing drinks for the weekend, some middle aged women who seem to be trying to enjoy some time away from their families, and definitely some underaged people who somehow got in, probably with a fake ID.

you find your way to the bar, resting your arms on the counter while you and ningning catch your breath. it felt so stuffy in there you almost forgot that you were anxious about something else in the first place. “what can i get you two lovely ladies?” the bartender asks. a guy who looked to be in his late twenties, tattoos run down his left arm. you’re still catching your breath so ningning decides to order for the two of you. “yeah, just 2 vodka sodas please. heavy lime, thanks.” she says while handing him her card to start a tab. “you ok?” she says while rubbing your back. “yeah i’m good. i think i just need a drink.” you say while looking at her. the bartender soon hands the two of you your drinks. you grab it from him and down the whole thing, ningning just stares at you in awe. “damn girl, slow down.” she says jokingly. you slam the glass on the counter and wince, the alcohol burning on it’s way down.

ningning is sipping on her drink and looking into the crowd when she spots wonbin who seems to be making his way over to the two of you. she slaps your shoulder to try to get your attention. you look at her confused and see that she’s slightly pointing her head into a specific direction. you find wonbin who was now approaching and you straighten up. “hey! you made it!” he says with a toothy smile. “yeah! we’re just grabbing a drink.” you say and turn to look at ningning and realize she’s giving heart eyes and twirling her hair while looking at wonbin. you swat her arm, “right ning?” you say and she snaps out of her trance. “yeah.” she says while smiling and extending her hand to wonbin, “i’m ningning by the way.” wonbin accepts her hand and shakes it. “wonbin!” he says with a smile and slight blush.

“you want me to grab chanyoung?” wonbin asks, pointing somewhere into the back of the pub. “no!” you exclaim slightly scaring him. you awkwardly chuckle, “she’s here to surprise him. he thinks she’s out of town.” ningning explains. wonbin nods, remembering the text you had sent him the night before. “oh yeah! cool well, i hope you guys enjoy the show. we’re performing a new song anton wrote. i gotta go get ready.” he says giving the two of you a quick hug before running off to the back.

“he’s so dreamy…” ningning says staring out to the direction wonbin left. “ningning focus! i can’t have you losing focus i can barely think right now.” you say while turning around to ask the bartender for another drink. “okay so what do we do? do we just jump him after the show?” ningning asks still sipping on her first drink. “what? no, i’m just going to walk up to him and if he tries some shit about me being here then i’m going to confront him.” you say finishing your drink. you turn around to set down your glass when you hear a voice you know all to well speak into a microphone.

“hey everyone! i hope you’re having a fun night so far, we’re riize and we hope you enjoy are set.” anton says before he steps back and grabs his guitar. you recognize all of his friends on the stage. wonbin and eunseok had guitars, sohee and seunghan front and center on the mic, shotaro on drums, anton on the keyboard, and sungchan on bass. “come on, let’s get closer.” ningning says grabbing your hand as she pushes through the crowd. “not too close ning! i don’t want him to see me.” you say and she stops with just a few people in front of her. “this should be good.” she says. “just hide behind me if he looks over here.”

they begin to sing, playing songs you’ve heard before. some of them were original songs the group worked together to write and others were renditions of popular songs. you watched anton intensely, especially when it was his turn to sing. you almost felt bad and that you couldn’t enjoy his beautiful voice because of how upset you were. maybe you were just overthinking? maybe he didn’t invite you because he forgot? or he was shy? you’re taken out of your thoughts when the song ends and anton speaks up again. “this next song is a new one we’ve been practicing. i’ve been working on it for a while now and it’s a bit personal. it’s called falling.” he says. anton generally writes somewhat happy songs so when he mentions the song was personal you couldn’t help but feel something in the pit of your stomach.

the song begins and it’s a lot slower than the other songs they performed. you made sure to pay attention to the lyrics because it was a song you hadn’t heard before. you realize the song had a very somber and sad tone. anton begins to sing his part when you notice the lyrics he’s singing are about falling out of love with someone. the song building into the chorus with sohee taking over, singing about losing interest and not knowing how to be happy anymore because you don’t have the same kind of love for the person you used to love so much. you’re starting to realize the song is about you and anton’s relationship.

seunghan and anton share the bridge of the song, singing about creating distance between yourself and the other person because “distance makes the love grow fonder” but he realizes that it only makes him realize the distance is confirming his loss of love. each word anton beautifully sings is like a knife to your heart. tears begin to fall uncontrollably down your face so you wipe your eyes. when you open them again you see anton is looking right at you. the two of you make eye contact as the song ends. the group all stand together to bow at the front of the stage but anton is still fixated on you. you shake your head at him and head towards the exit of the building.

ningning follows closely behind, making sure to be there for you as your tears continue to fall. the two of you make it outside and the first thing you do is run your hands through your hair and let out a groan. “hey, i’m so sorry babe. it’s going to be okay.” ningning says while giving you a hug. you hug her back and cry into her shoulder as she comforts you on the street outside the pub.

anton jumps off the stage and runs after you. the rest of the members are surprised by his actions as they watch anton push through the crowd towards the exit. he finally makes it to the exit when he finds you crying into ningning’s shoulder.

“babe…” anton says softly. you raise your head from ningning’s shoulder, seeing anton in that moment made something go haywire in your head. you let ningning go and walk towards him. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” you say almost in a whisper. anton is speechless. shaking his head back and forth and retracting his hands. trying to come up with some explanation but no words were coming out and his own body was betraying him; stiffening and unable to even move.

“is this your sick way of telling me you wanna break up?” you ask, voice slightly rising. “you didn’t even invite me to this show… and now i know why.” you turn around shortly but go back to facing him. “you have nothing to say?” you question him, moving closer to his standing figure. “you had so much to say on stage but now it’s nothing?”...

“what did i ever do to you anton? i did my best to be the most loving and supportive girlfriend i could be. i was there for you every step of the way, from our first day of college to even helping you convince your parents that dropping out & pursuing music was okay.” anton was going to speak but you cut him off, “i’m not done!” you say, now yelling. people on the street were starting to stare but you didn’t care.

anton’s friends pile out of the pub and find the two of you arguing. “everything okay?” sungchan asks. “no! it’s not!” you yell back. “anton wrote that fucking song about me. the one about falling out of love? yeah that had our relationship written all over it. you think i wouldn’t be able to tell that it was about us?” you ask him and again he had nothing to say. “you’re a joke… and we’re done.” you say as you got close to his face. you stare at each other for a moment before you swiftly turn around and start walking down the street. “where are you going?” anton finally speaks up. “anywhere but here!” you say with a middle finger in the air.

ningning lets you walk alone for a bit, before joining you she turns around and throws her drink at anton. “you’re a dick.” ningning says and scroffs. she could hear “oohs” and “ahhs” from the guys and random people on the street. “okay, i deserve that.” anton says while wiping his face. “you deserve more than that. but i’m not going to waste anymore time on you than y/n has on your relationship.” she says before jogging after you.

you and ningning return to her aprtment and the two of you spend the rest of the night in her bed with ningning consoling you. she’s never seen you so heartbroken before. she’s seen you go through breakups before but this one seems so different from the others. “i’m so stupid ning… i saw all of the signs. i spent so many nights, awake and worried he didn’t love me anymore; and i was right…” ningning heard you say while you turned away from her facing the wall.

“y/n…” she says while sitting up and so do you. “you’re not stupid. it’s not your fault you chose love and anton was too dense to see how much love you gave him.” she said while putting her arm around you. “it doesn’t matter what reason he has for falling out of love with you because you put so much of yourself into your relationship. so much to the point you were starting to love him more than you loved yourself and maybe this is a sign for you to take back that love and put it back into love yourself…” you don’t respond but the two of you stay like that for a moment before you fall asleep. ningning tucks in and falls asleep next to you, closing her eyes and hoping that you’d take her words seriously. that you deserve the love you so freely give others.

it was the next day, you spent all of sunday in bed with ningning. it felt just like the old days, whenever one of you would go through a breakup in high school you’d spend the night at each other’s house while the other cried it out. it felt comforting to know after all these years you and ningning could really count on one another, like you were actually sisters. “you sure you wanna go home? you can stay here for as long as you need.” she says while carrying teeny in her arms. “yeah i’m sure, i should probably go home. classes start again next week and i have some stuff to catch up on anyways.” you explain while packing up the last of your things into your bag. “you’re welcome here whenever and for however long. always!” she says while giving you a hug.

your phone dings letting you know your uber was here, “you know you didn’t have to get an uber, i could’ve driven you.” she says while putting her hand on your shoulder. “no ningning, you’ve already done enough for me this weekend.” you say while grabbing her hand. you say your last goodbyes and hug before entering your uber. once inside you roll down the window and thank her for all of her support and kindness and as you drive off you can still see ningning standing at the front of her apartment building waving at you.

text message from bestie:

“text me when you get home ok? love you always!!” sent just now

after a somewhat long uber ride home, the driver drops you off just around the corner of your home. you thank him for his service, grab your bag and teeny and make your way home when you see anton sitting on the stairs in front of your home. you stop in your steps and he looks up at you and stands. you don’t know what to say and you definitely weren’t expecting to see him, especially not this soon. teeny barks at her dad and she wiggles out of your arms and runs over to him. he kneels down to her and pets her, giving her a small hug.

you muster up the courage to walk up to him, now standing next to him on the stairs, you just stare at him. you’re looking up at him into his eyes, trying to fight back tears. it seems he was going to begin to say something when you turn away to open the door and enter your home. teeny follows and so does anton but not before you close the door in his face before you could enter. anton sighs and thinks to himself that this was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

he softly knocks on the door, you contemplate just leaving him our there and just completing ignoring him. however, teeny’s barks and your curiousity get the better of you. you simply couldn’t rest without knowing how you got here. feeling so alone, unloved, and in desperate need of clarity.

anton was about to knock again when the door swings open. you don’t even bother to wait for him to enter, you just open the door and walk upstairs to your room. he enters and closes the door behind him, following you upstairs into your room he knows all so well.

he approaches your room, he softly pushes the door open and finds you unpacking your things. you’re walking back and forth from your bag on your bed, to your closet, to your dresser, back to the bed. he takes a seat on your bean bag chair. he remembers when he helped you bring it home. the bag was so heavy you could barely drag it around. he carried it up the stairs for you and almost fell a couple times, a smile breaks out onto his face but it quickly fades, “what are you smiling about?” you ask bitterly. he looks up at you from his seat, he doesn’t say anything causing you to roll your eyes and continuing to put your things away.

“are you just here to sit around? if so you can do that in your own home, i don’t wanna see you right now.” you say as you toss a sweater into you hamper. “if you didn’t want to see me why’d you let me in?” he asks, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around your waist from the back. you know this position all too well. anton knows it’s your weakness, in the past whenever you’ve felt sad or upset he would put you in this position. he’d hug you from behind, set his head on top of yours and sway you left and right, and it always worked. but not this time.

you roughly push him off of you and you turn around to see him with his hands up like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. “what do you want chanyoung?” you ask. he sighs before responding, “i wanna talk… about us.” he says. you scoff, “how cliche. there’s not any talking we need to do, especially about us. you said enough in your little song saturday night.” you say with such anger that he winces a bit. as if he could feel each word you spoke like a dagger to his heart the way your own heart broke with each lyric he sang. “you weren’t supposed to hear that song… i didn’t invite you because-” you cut him off mid sentence. “because what anton? huh? you think it makes me feel better that you didn’t want me to hear about how you’re falling out of love with me? or the fact that you probably don’t even love me anymore? is that what you didn’t want me to hear?” your voice raised, veins starting to become prominent in your neck, and the redness beginning to creep its way across your cheeks.

“it doesn’t fucking matter if i was there or not last night. you wrote the song regardless! whether or not i was there, you would’ve still felt that way. me being there only made it more real because you!” you stop halfway to catch your breath. you aren’t used to yelling this much so your voice has already begun to become hoarse. “because you had to live with the fact that you wrote a stupid fucking song about how you don’t love me anymore while i stood there like a dumbass listening to that song.” you spoke in a whisper.

you were crying again, something you had become used to for the last few days. “you made me look so stupid. do you even know how i would’ve felt? especially if i didn’t show up and hear that song. i would’ve been walking around without a clue in the world that my boyfriend not only wrote a song about not loving me but also performed it to a room full of strangers. like i’m some naive, stupid, clueless little girl grasping onto the last bit of hope that this relationship wasn’t failing.”

anton stands up and tries to reach for your hands but you reject his offer and hide them behind your back. “listen…” he starts. “i didn’t want to invite you because i didn’t know how to tell you how i felt.” he says and his explanation only makes you angrier. “so you decide to fucking write a song and perform to a bunch of fucking people are you kidding me?” you say, dumbfounded at his response as if it was supposed to justify any of this. “you think that makes me feel better?” you ask.

“no, i didn’t mean it like that. i just-” he starts and stops, trying to collect his thoughts so he could properly tell you how he feels. he takes a deep sigh and starts over, “i didn’t know how to tell you, so i wrote a song. i didn’t plan on performing at all but the guys heard me singing it and thought we should perform it for the show. they don’t even know it was about you.” he says and some clarity has begun to find its way into your head. “it doesn’t matter anton. you still wrote the song, i would’ve rather you wrote a fucking diary entry than a song.” you’re still frustrated and it doesn’t seem like anton is getting it through his head.

“i know how much you love music and making music, but turning this into a song before you could even tell me about hurts so much more.” you sit down on your bed, you’re starting to get lightheaded from the yelling and if you’re being honest, you’ve barely slept the last few days. “why couldn’t you have just told me?” you say looking up at him, tears still in your eyes. “you haven’t even told me how you really feel and then i have to learn about it through some song you decided to hide from me?”

anton joins you on your bed and finally is able to get ahold of your hands in his. “i’m so sorry that this is how everything turned out. i know i haven’t been the best boyfriend for a while now, i’ve been distant, and whenever we’re together it seems like my mind is somewhere else. i’ve lied to you, i’ve hidden things from, and you don’t deserve that…” anton says with a quiver in his voice. you can tell he’s fighting back tears but a part of you doesn’t feel any sympathy for him. “i’m sorry y/n, i truly am. but you deserve someone who can give you the love i can’t.” he says and your heart completely shatters.

the small sliver of hope you had that you could patch up your relationship and work through this was now gone. he doesn’t love you anymore and you don’t even know how long he’s felt this way. you take your hands back, wiping your tears from your face, and stand up. you walk towards your bedroom door with a hand pointed outwards. “get out.” you simply say.

“what?” anton says, confused. “i didn’t stutter. get. out.” you say firmly. anton begins to walk towards you and he begins to say something but you cut him off before he could even get a word out, “i don’t care what you have to say. just get out.” you say without even looking at him. anton’s heart is aching; seeing you like this hurt him and knowing it was because of him only hurt him more. he walked with his head low out of your home. teeny barking at him as he left almost as if she understood what happened and she was also giving him a piece of her mind.

you could hear the front door shut behind anton. you quickly run downstairs to lock it and watch him leave through the peep hole. he was slowly leaving your home, walking away from you, and your relationship. a part of you wants to open the door and run into his arms but he’s let you walk away way too many times without coming after you that you decide against it. fighting back the urge to want to fix this because it’s not yours to fix, because you weren’t the one who broke it. no matter how many times you walked away, anton never followed you. nor did he understand that you weren’t walking away, you were being pushed away, by him.

you slid down the front door and broke down into tears again. thinking about how just a few weeks ago everything seemed so normal, but you guess anton was better at hiding his feelings then than he was now. teeny walks towards you, nudging your arm with her hand, gesturing to give you a hug. you open your arms and she snuggles into your arms, “just me and you, teeny.” you say while standing up to go to your bed.

you spend the next hour talking to ningning on the phone, catching her up on what happened. she again, threatens to beat anton up, and as much as you want to; you reject her offers. you’re sleepless that night, going from crying every couple hours, to pondering about where things went wrong. could it have been your fault? were you not loving enough? were you not deserving to be loved?

you asked yourself endless questions until you fell asleep. the sounds of your choked up tears and sadness filling your room. the sounds of your own crying lulling you to sleep, almost like it was the melody of a broken heart.

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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