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isimpoveryou · 2 years
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The Weeknd x Reader
Fc: Lily-Rose Depp
{𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓}
yourinstagram ✔︎
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yourinstagram "pretend i said something funny"
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y/nfan02 THEM 🛐
y/nfan04 the power that both of them hold over us 😌🤌
weekndfan01 i see why abel...i see perfectly why
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sukiwaterhouse Thank you for the invitations 😑
yourinstagram next time loviee
y/nupdates
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y/nupdates Abel and Y/n was seen out in LA with some friends
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weekndfan02 HOLY SHI-
y/nfan03 hottest couple hands down. anyone can fight me on this one
y/nupdates couldn't agree more 🙌🙌
y/nandweekndfan they are literally killing us with their looks 😭
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yourinstagram gotta love this man ❤🤤
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weekndfan02 something abt the first pictures makes me feel things
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y/nfan04 I WANT THEM TO RUN ME OVER 🛐🛐🛐
zendaya damn my friend is in loveeee
yourinstagram @tomholland2013 go get your lover girl, simp.
zendaya this bitch-
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yourinstagram gonna have my titanic moment.
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y/nfan02 I VOLUNTEER TO BE JACK
weekndfan04 we all know who would jack would be
y/nfan02 abel is really one lucky bitch-
jessicachastain Beauty 😍😍
yourinstagram I LOVE YOU
theweeknd Should i be your jack then?
yourinstagram hmmm idk, should you?
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chal-latte · 2 years
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@tchalamet mentioned @y/i/n in a story!
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tchalamet big night for this lady @y/i/n
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y/i/n xochella weeknd 1
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tchalamet rockstar gf that u?
↪️ y/i/n thats me handsome 😮‍💨
↪️ tchalamet @y/i/n seeing you happy made me happy
↪️ y/i/n @tchalamet so youre actually happy that you had to nurse me after the show? such a good bf 🥰🥰
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fanpage66 HANDSOME
fanpage11 THAT. IS . ME. HANDSOME. I AM. A ROCKSTAR GF😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
fanpage38 ACTIVE TIMOTHEEEEEEEE
fanpage89 timothee IS a rockstar HE KNOWS
nikizefanya she my favorite groupie
↪️ y/i/n i gotchu mama
fanpage55 THE STARGIRL!!!!!
theweeknd 🖤🖤
↪️ y/i/n thanks for letting me go crazy abel 🖤
salxo sister 🖤🖤
fanpage67 COACHELLA IS Y/N
fanpage33 ITS Y/NCHELLA
fanpage10 yoo she actually went brazy yall should see the videos i posted
lamarctaylor XO
fanpage23 THEYRE SO PERFECTTTT
fanpage97 CANT WAIT FOR WEEK 2 HOPE I’LL MEET THEM
@ykaaar mentioned @y/i/n in a story!
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tchalamet 🫠
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y/i/n zoom zoom 🚗💨🚗💨🚗💨🚗💨🚗💨
↪️ tchalamet zooo wee🍃🐚
fanpage29 i knew it they were zooted asl
fanpage90 guys i met them and they were so kind they spent 5 mins talking to me and my friends before they go to see the coachella stage
stellamaxwell can’t believe you caught that on camera
↪️ tchalamet gonna send you the video
↪️ y/i/n @stellamaxwell LOLLL GLAD I DIDNT FALL WHEN YOU DRAGGED ME
↪️ stellamaxwell @y/i/n timothee would kill me
fanpage37 Y/NSTELLA REUNITED IVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER
fanpage87 DID YALL SEE THAT VIDEO WHERE Y/N AND TIMOTHEE WERE JUMPING ON THE CROWD? MY HEART EXPLODED
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fanpage22 i love his shoes
ykaaar 🤟🔥
fanpage19 theyre never separated i saw them always hand in hand!!! 😭😭😭 me and who???
fanpage45 THEY. R. THE VIBE.
fanpage91 ROCKSTAR COUPLEEEEEEE
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deuxmoi spotted: @tchalamet attended @theweeknd’s after party with no @y/i/n in sight. dear coachella goers, has timothee found someone else to hold his arm or has y/n found another body warmer for the night?
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fanpage28 you are fucking sick
fanpage18 i went to the weeknd’s after party y/n went there late! so no none of them have found someone else
fanpage31 mind ur own fucking business??
fanpage86 u claimed to be up to date but this is simply not true y/n came in 20 mins after timothee came idk why but she came.
fanpage52 why are you spreading fake news like this? y/n CAME she was just late
fanpage39 youre stooping so low for doing them dirty like this @deuxmoi
fanpage66 🤢 🤢
fanpage27 he belongs with me
fanpage16 u guys r shitting on them cus youre jealous
fanpage17 i hope they broke up or smth she deserves sm better
fanpage20 ALL OF YALL SHITTING ON THEM I HOPE U FIND PEACE N LOVE CUS THEY DONT DESERVE UR HATE
fanpage67 get a life
fanpage52 guys it’s confirmed she’s actually late! see the weeknd’s insta! shes there
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leevstheworld · 1 day
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And with that commences my first post haha
Kind of short but still good
⚠ TWs: kinda public sex, oral (male receiving), oral (fem receiving, implied), degradation, blindfolding, things get rough, fem!reader, not proofread, overall smut. MDNI 18+
Description: So we all know how 'Young Metro' got released right. I just love the way Abel looks with that bandana on. I had to write this LMFAO don't blame me
Masked Pleasures — The Weeknd / Abel Tesfaye x Fem!Reader
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You were the girlfriend of Abel Tesfaye — therefore, that meant you had to deal with jealous fans, paparazzi and, most importantly, being there when your boyfriend had to work, which you never complained of; you supported Abel no matter what he was doing.
So, naturally, when you were asked to tag along to shoot a video, you happily complied — you loved the unique ideas of each music video and knowing what would happen behind the scenes; moreover, spending time with your boyfriend was pure serotonin for you.
However, you did not expect Abel to put a bandana on — and, holy shit, he was hot in it. Not that his face wasn't pretty - he did have a smile that could melt you in mere seconds, but that damned bandana made your clit ache.
This meant that, during the short filming break, you told him to keep the bandana on when he came to see how you were doing, now draped around the lower half of his face in a lazy fashion, as you sucked him off.
Your mouth was full of his cock, throbbing between your lips and down your throat as you took him, tongue swirling on his pulsating length, and you looked up, only being able to see your boyfriend's lower half of his face, covered in the cloth, as his head was thrown back, one hand holding your hair in a ponytail. Usually, you'd see his mouth slightly parted, or see him mouth curse words that seemed, sometimes, too filthy even for him — now, you just had to assume he was doing the same. The uncertainty was hot, and something about him being masked like that made your panties soak with your arousal.
"God, baby", you heard Abel moan lowly, "such a good slut for me." His breathing was heavy and one of his hands was gripping on the seat below him. "Couldn't even fucking wait to get home to be used." His other hand tightened its grasp around your hair to slowly guide you, your head bobbing up and down on his dick; he looked down, seeing his half-lidded, lust-filled eyes staring right at you, as he took in the sight, before his hips bucked violently, using your mouth as his personal fleshlight.
You gagged around his dick — you half-expected it, as Abel would be rough during sex, but he was too into it to even think of doing this. He groaned, feeling himself get closer to his orgasm through the erratic thrusts, and you could feel it from his familiar twitching. Soon enough, he stopped you, dick still in your mouth as his hand trembled around your hair, letting out a grunt as he came, thick ropes of hot cum painting your mouth and throat.
Abel looked down, his shoulders de-tensing, taking his bandana off to reveal a slightly teasing smile. "Damn, did the bandana turn you on this much?" He let out a small chuckle as you looked away, embarrassingly, after gulping down his load. "Oh shut up Abel." You retorted — before you could continue, the cloth was now being tied on your face, right on top of your eyes, feeling its warmth from Abel's breath and his scent on it. Your body was promptly lifted off the floor by your boyfriend, your knees feeling the floor one more time before you were put on the same seat as Abel was on before, thighs spread apart as you felt his hands snaking towards your soaking wet panties.
"Your turn, babygirl."
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redz0nez9 · 12 days
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B O A F B O A F
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whorediaries-09 · 6 months
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hii, same anon who requested art deco and too many nights, could you PLEASE for the love of the marauders, write a:
rockstar!sirius black with phone sex? prompt no. 12: "use your words" like he's about to go onstage and reader calls him and starts being annoyed because she can't cum by herself anymore, so sirius helps her get off BY A PHONE CALL?!?!? also i love you please marry me
anon i swear to fucking god you're trying to kill me 😭🙏
send me the fucking time, date and address. i'm coming to put that ring on your finger.
the hills;
pairing- rockstar!sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, drinking. a/n- really proud of the banner. also edited the request a bit hope you don't mind.
ps- sirius black marry me challenge
prompt- phone sex + 'use your words.'
masterlist kinkotober rules kinkotober masterlist
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i only love it when you touch me, not feel me
the scent of the soap messes with your senses, the warm water surrounding your shaking body with a sense of comfort. you bite your lip, drowning the glass of wine down your throat. your head floated into clouds of fantasy, as your hand subconsciously travelled between your legs as endless edits of your friend popped on your for you page.
it was nothing unknown, everyone knew sirius black was walking sex, enthralled with his good humor, looks and charms, he could get into the pants into anyone he wanted. there was something about him that oozed seduction, and it didn't matter how wrong it felt as your finger struck slow movements on your clit. the lust that bloomed in your heart killed the bubbling hotness of guilt.
he was your friend. just a friend?
you gulped, drowning the rest of your wine down you throat. you closed your eyes, slowly leaving heavy breaths, your chest heaving as you circled your finger around your clit. it was a tingling feeling, as your brain flashed the flashbacks of the time you'd first met him. the first time you'd heard his voice which had almost made you fucking swoon. the first time he'd hugged you. the flashbacks of his rough calloused fingers roaming around your body the time you'd hooked up. the way his cock rutted into you, a contrast to the way his alcohol soaked voice had muttered slow and sensual words of encouragement to cum around his cock.
'fuck...' you breathed, a desperation in your head to hear his voice. your finger scrolled through your contacts, searching for his number. his band was on tour, for their new album, 'constellations'. you knew that, but it didn't matter. the need for your orgasm which wanted to burst out out of your body surged through you.
sirius' voice boomed through the phone, soaking you with a surge of hotness, your heart throbbing violently against your ribcage.
'shi-sirius-' you breathed into the line, your finger rubbing faster still onto your slit. he stopped speaking. a noisy silence echoed, the rippling of water from your end, and booming music from the other end. you mumbled incoherent words, your breathing jagged.
there was something in his voice as he spoke next, a demand of domination echoing into your eardrums his voice rasping out,
'use your words.'
teary eyed, you rammed your finger into your throbbing cunt, your voice breaking as you spoke,
'needa cum,'
'oh?' his voice vibrated through the phone line, a darkness of euphoria as his voice split into your eardrums,
'is my baby so dumb? she can't cum by herself?' he questioned rhetorically, to which you nodded your head, your fingers curling into your sweet spot simultaneously.
'shove your fingers into that needy pretty cunt m'love,' you breathed hot and heavy into the line, your orgasm so on the edge, bubbling with fiery.
'rub your fucking clit,' he demanded, as you moaned, doing as you were told. your fingers rubbed over your throbbing pussy the way he instructed, as the coil of pleasure ravaged you from inside.
'yes-yes sirius,' you squeaked at receiver. your head hit back on the cold ceramic of the bathtub, as you bit your lip,
'cum, cum for me my love,' he crooned, and that was all it took for your walls to clench around your fingers, your orgasm to break through you, ravaging you from inside. you breathed heavy on the line, muttering a chant of his name and thank yous.
'i'm gonna fuck you into oblivion when i see you.' he groaned into the phone, as hotness blazed your cheeks, as the promiscuousness of the situation crawled down upon you.
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verysium · 2 months
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i assume that you listen to the weeknd sooo may i ask for a quick the weeknd song associations w bllk characters perhaps? if possible. i like the way you think of each character and im curios if we have a common perspective at some point
😭 if you mention abel in any ask to me, there is no way it's going to be quick and easy. this took me like a week to process and even longer to formulate my answer. it's difficult to assign just one song to each character because the discography is just so versatile, so there may be some overlap.
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THE TOWN
this song is basically kaiser if he left someone in his past prior to joining bastard münchen in his rise to fame. i envision a reader who was with him during the early years of his career (maybe as childhood friends), and he abandoned them when his big breakthrough finally came.
"you did many things / that i liked, that i liked" the covert narcissism here was the selling point. now i'm not saying kaiser is a pathological narcissist, but the way he thinks inherently revolves around himself. he only likes people because they have something he likes. you have to possess something he actually wants before he even bats an eyelash at you. and even when you do get into his good graces, it's conditional. in other words, kaiser's buddy-buddy system is entirely based on value. how much value are you going to provide him, and how long is that value going to last? hence why he's so obsessed with isagi because our little blueberry sprout protagonist has both the novelty and adaptability kaiser desires.
"you made me feel so good / before i left on the road" i know this sounds like some shit a frat boy would spew, but here me out. i think the reason why half the fandom absolutely bashes kaiser's character is because his actions come off as emotionally immature. making arrogant claims with nothing to back them up? having no personal boundaries? manhandling other people? projecting his own insecurities in the form of jealousy? that sounds a lot like some of the male specimens i've seen in today's society, particularly those who make podcasts for a living. kaiser is not a hot bad boy. he's just pure jerk in some cases, and a tragic backstory is not going to justify those actions. but to apply that to a romantic relationship? some of y'all are not ready to hear this, but kaiser is not going to make a good boyfriend. he would most definitely use you.
"you deserve your name / on a crown, on a throne" if there's one thing you should know about kaiser, it's that he will find a way to pay homage to his past, even if it wasn't a good time for him. so despite the way he absolutely ghosted you years ago, he will find a way to enshrine your existence within his. i have a running theory that kaiser's tattoos are actually for the girl he left back at home. he'd probably get your name inked on his knuckles or something.
"but i remember on the bathroom floor / 'fore i went on tour / like you said we couldn't do it again / cause you had a thing with some other man" i've read a lot of fics where kaiser has a possessive meltdown whenever reader finds someone else after their break-up, or even just the reddit theories that kaiser will flip out when ness finally leaves him. i'm going to add my own take on this. yes, kaiser will freak out but only after a long stage of denial. at first, he's going to be unfazed because there's no way you'd actually leave him. and even if you did find another man, you would inevitably come crawling back to him. in his mind, the fact that you two should be together is about as debatable as defying the laws as physics. which is to say, there is no debate.
"now that i heard you're single /...i'll give you something to live for" mr. steal your girl is back. kaiser may be rash and impulsive in his everyday life, but his patience is limitless when it comes to biding his time against his enemies. you're finally big enough to eat, yoichi...does that ring any bells? he will literally wait just so he can see your new relationship crash and burn. and when it finally does, he will swoop in during your time of emotional need and make you co-dependent on him. this man has the self-seeking opportunism of a whole vulture committee.
"and it feels so priceless to me / that you're always free" ok but this double entendre??? like priceless as in you're valuable to the point you're free from anyone's definition of value. but also priceless in the way you're worth nothing, and people can have you for free. this is literally kaiser in any relationship where the other party overcompensates for him. i'm going to use ness as an example. i think kaiser knows how much ness is willing to do for him, and he appreciates it (he better lol) since ness is one of the only people he can actually get along with. but at the same time, the fact that ness would literally do anything for kaiser is also the reason why kaiser takes him for granted. given the large supply of admiration and support, it's only logical that the demand for it should wane. the key to keeping kaiser's attention is scarcity. you can't be too distant from him, but you can't be too close either. if you're right in the optimal middle, then you're scarce, and all scarce things are rare and, subsequently, valuable.
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PRAY FOR ME
this song could work for so many characters, but i'm going to go with noel noa because i haven't talked about him much. he fits into this model for "the strongest" character (akin to gojo in jjk or "the little giant" in haikyuu!!) this mentor/role model archetype is incredibly significant in the protagonist's journey to the top. noa is isagi's primary motivation and presumably his greatest obstacle if he were ever to become the #1 player in the world. the tragic aspect to this archetype is that we often aren't given the full picture for these characters. their internal consciousness is eclipsed in some way because the story is written from the perspective of the protagonist. noa grew up in the slums of france, but the manga doesn't actually focus on any of the struggles he had to face. all of that is implied and sometimes even expected. his strength (or at least the image of his strength) becomes everything, and he can't afford to lose any of it. i think that's the saddest part about any character considered the strongest. they push themselves to the top but simultaneously back themselves into a corner.
"if i'm gon' die for you / if i'm gon' kill for you / then i'll spill this blood for you" i know noa's peers like to shit on him for being so serious all the time, but when you're raised in the kind of environment where everything has been against you from day one, the survival mentality is literally ingrained in you. a lot of his advice to isagi is centered around this idea of eliminating any wishful thinking. he can't count on anything that isn't certain. so if he's going to have to make a sacrifice, it has to be worth it. i think that's also why noa doesn't relate to any of the other world class players. he isn't driven by greed or fame or popularity. the egoist mindset doesn't arise from his own personal ambitions. it's simply how he's learned to live life from a young age.
"my heart don't skip a beat, even when hard times bumps the needle" noa is solid. like rock solid, 10 on a mohs hardness scale. but more than solid, he's incredibly sharp in his focus. he specifically tells isagi not to try and play god because he's seen so many other players try to do that and fail. they get caught up in what their goal could mean: victory, prestige, grandeur, control over others. but to noa, a goal is simply a goal. he doesn't care if this is a win or a loss for his team. he doesn't care if this will put him at rivalry with others. all he needs to do is figure out the most efficient way to get a black-and-white ball through the net. and he's so goddamn good at this. he's mastered it to the point he can focus on what he desires right now in this moment and block out everything else as unnecessary noise. hence, he doesn't get overwhelmed by external pressures. everything about him, even his ego, is intrinsic. and that's what makes him the best.
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i'm running out of room, so i'm just gonna list the next few below:
starboy: i've seen this song being assigned to either rin or kaiser, but now that i re-evaluate it, i think the self-deprecative and bitter tone fits sae best.
call out my name: reo listened to this the day nagi left him. i was there, so this is a reliable primary source. it is his breakup song.
heartless: i would assign this one to sae. the melody, the vibe, not so much the lyrics. the overall impression just fits him. i don't know how to explain it.
the hills: this song suits barou, and you cannot tell me otherwise. i'm gonna blast this every time he makes an entrance in the manga.
lost in the fire: this is oliver's pre-game anthem. he's not actually as cool as the song implies, but he likes to think he is.
don't break my heart: this is rin when he's acting butt-hurt. his first big heartbreak was from a 180-cm redhead who drinks salted kombucha every morning and has ugly shorn-off bangs.
die for you: honestly this song was made for the children of divorce who grew up with a messed up conception of love and avoidant attachment style, so obviously i'm going to assign this one to hiori.
too late: kaiser plays this from his stereo while he sips on a martini and contemplates self-destruction. he recognizes that he was in the wrong, but is he actually going to apologize? hell no.
moth to a flame: this is isagi being the homewrecker he is. he's not innocent enough to be completely pardoned. i would classify him as either chaotic good or lawful neutral.
gasoline: niko would suit this song cus he can be somewhat nihilistic if he wants to be. also because i headcanon him as someone with a disorderly sleep schedule.
the morning: uh....honestly idk. this one stumped me. it's giving that one barou backshot where he was training shirtless. but it also reminds me of that one kaiser panel with his 300,000,000 salary.
sidewalks: kunigami plays this song while working out. he is the og grinder. started from the bottom and clawed his way up to the top.
how do i make you love me? ness plays this while doodling in his "operation make kaiser fall in love with me" notebook.
less than zero: this is kira after isagi ousted him from popularity. not much else to say.
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mangekyuou · 3 months
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★ a-list actress nico robin, my beloved.
cw: nsfw. m!reader. amab!reader. reader implied to be in early twenties. inexperienced!reader. purely self-indulgent. not proofread. hear me out. MINORS DNI.
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── actress!robin who is a household name and is beloved by millions worldwide. she’s one of the top actresses of this generation and will leave behind a legacy to be studied by upcoming actors and actresses for generations to come.
── actress!robin who has recently begun looking for a new personal assistant since the one she had since the beginning of her career, has retired.
── actress!robin who watches from outside of the room when her long-term manager gives you a hard time during your hard time after finding out you have no experience whatsoever in this field and accuses you of being a young fan attempting to get closer to her.
── actress!robin who, despite just how much of a disaster your interview was, gives you a chance to prove yourself. a week, that’s all you get. if you fuck up once, you’re out.
── actress!robin who is probably the nicest one to you when you first join her entourage and tells the others to give you a chance.
── actress!robin who notices just how hard you’re working to prove yourself. arranging and scheduling meetings, helping with event planning, answering phone calls, running her personal errands and making sure she’s well taken care of, being up to date with all the deadlines. all the things in your job description, plus more.
── actress!robin who is flattered that you memorized her coffee order and that you bring it to her at the same time every morning before talking about her upcoming schedules and what discoveries that you made which you stayed up all night working on
── actress!robin who gently grabs your face when you’re in the middle of rambling on and on about important events, shutting you up in the process. she lets her soft thumbs move under your eyes, seeing your dark circles that weren’t there before. she can’t help but lecture you on how you should be taking better care of yourself and that you don’t have to worry about proving yourself to anyone, you’re an amazing PA and she wouldn’t even think about hiring anyone else.
── actress!robin who mentions you in her award speeches along with the rest of her entourage.
── actress!robin who is always by your side at important events, as she knows you’re not used to this lifestyle yet. but she just wants to keep an eye on you.
── actress!robin who can tell by your body that you’re nervous to be alone with her and enjoys teasing you about it, oftentimes closing the space between you to see how you respond, openly flirting with you, interrupting your business talk with questions about your personal life.
── actress!robin who is straightforward in her questions, never beating around the bush. she nearly makes you choke when she asks you if you find older women attractive and if you find her attractive. she loves your nervous answer of how to say yes but to also be respectful about it.
── actress!robin who hates how far you live from here so you gets you an apartment closer.
── actress!robin who is anything but professional when she calls you over late into the night to perform outlandish errands for her. all just to see your handsome face at 2 in the morning.
── actress!robin who is already awake the next morning when you come to debrief and you find her in her backyard, relaxing in a lounge chair in a bikini. it’s not the first time you have seen her in a bikini, you have seen past photoshoots of her. but seeing all of her exposed skin in the comforts of her home felt different, felt much more intimate. she looks at you over her sunglasses, motioning for you to come sit next to her. trying to get those impure thoughts of your boss out of your head, you end up sitting on the floor next to her instead of the lounge chair next to her that she was pointing at. actress!robin who says you look even better from down there.
── actresss!robin who knows what effect she has on you. wearing tight and short clothes to show off her beautiful figure. bending over to show off her ass, reaching over the counter to show off her chest because you just sucked at looking anywhere else and playing it off.
── actress!robin who answers the door in lingerie, with a robe thrown lazily on top of it so the black lace can still be seen.
── actress!robin who leaves the release party for her new hit movie early because she’s not in the mood for loud music and cocktails. but invites you over to celebrate with wine and kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before.
── actress!robin who thinks you’re cute when you tell her you’re inexperienced. she tells you that she can teach you, as she guides you off the couch to your knees in front of her, as she makes you beg desperately to put your mouth on her pussy. when she feels that you have begged enough, she guides your head to her cunt, teaching you how to properly lick her pussy as you unintentionally bucked your hips against the floor.
── actress!robin who slips her arms out of the sleeves of her dress, pulling it down and slipping off her bra to reveal her breasts to you. she kneads them, as she watches you adoringly, giving you praise that made your cock twitch in your slacks.
── “you always take such good care of me, ( y/n ). my pretty boy~ just like that. make me cum”
── actress!robin who cums on your tongue and grinds against your face to ride out her orgasm, before finishing the last swig of her wine. and is surprised when she feels your muffled shaking moan against her folds.
── actress!robin who asks you if you came just by eating her out. she takes your face into her hands, pulling you up to kiss her again before guiding your hands up to touch her breasts, as she knows you've been wanting to.
── actress!robin who fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before. lying you on the sofa, slowly sinking down onto your cock, making your eyes roll to the back of your head when she finally got to the base. as her nails graze your sensitive chest, sending goosebumps down your spine. that and her praise alone is almost enough to send you over the edge.
── actress!robin who loves riding you like you’re her toy. using your chest for leverage as she slams herself over and over again against you.
── actress!robin who is a pleasure dom, and finds such pleasure in making you cum as many times as she can before you pass out under her touch
── actress!robin who allows you to grind your cock against her clothed ass outside next to the pool while she’s reading on her stomach. she loves feeling how desperate you are to be inside, but you can’t. she loves hearing you whimper and mewl as you soil her designer bikini bottoms with your sticky cum.
── actress!robin who lets you suck and play with her tits while she jerks your cock and calls you her pretty boy after a long hard day of work.
── actress!robin who is still holding the reigns even when you’re on top pounding into her. when you get close, she tells you to stop, and you do so without question. she’s got you trained.
── actress!robin who gives you a quick handjob between scenes in her dressing room, covering your mouth with her free hand so no one can hear you. your moans and body are for her only.
── actress!robin is who lets you fuck her smooth thighs as long as you promise to stay quiet so she can focus on reading her script.
── actress!robin who cockwarms you when you stay up all night working. you’re not allowed to fuck her until you put the laptop and paperwork down.
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pedriswife · 1 year
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ☆ 𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳
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《In which Pedri and the reader have been in a relationship for a while but its not as perfect as it seems.》
TW⚠️: mentions of cheating, swearing, mentions of heavy drinking and reckless behaviour
~ part 2 to "The Other Woman". Part 3 will be posted soon, I hope you enjoy this as much as you have enjoyed part 1, thank you for the likes guys 🫶🏼
As you entered the kitchen, Pedri had his back to you, still preparing your meal. He was gently humming but he felt your presence behind him and immediately turned around to face you. His facial expression dropped upon seeing your tear stained face and your phone in your hand.
"Mi vida? What is the matter? Is something wrong?" Pedri was instantly by your side, your face in his hands, looking straight into your eyes. You ripped away from his touch, feeling more betrayed. How could he act as if nothing has happened?
You turned your phone to him and saw his puzzled face upon recognising himself in the compromising picture.
"What is this Pedro? Care to explain to me why I'm seeing you in a car with another woman?"
He was quick to respond "Its not what it looks like, I promise, she's just a friend, I'm not cheating on you". He wanted to say more but you stopped him before another word left his mouth.
"Pedro, I don't want to hear it. You always do this; the stolen glances, checking other women out, getting touchy with them, and now you're kissing yet another different girl out of the hundred others before her. This may not be cheating to you but it is to me. You just can't seem to commit yourself to me. All this time I get people saying they are jealous of our relationship, of how perfect it is but the reality is that it is ANYTHING but perfect. AND THAT IS BECAUSE OF YOU! You keep FUCKING me up, making me look like a desperate whore in the media pulling all these stunts! GET A FUCKING GRIP! I'M DONE WITH THIS SHIT! WE. ARE. OVER!" - you screamed out, your rage finally getting the better of you.
Pedri said nothing but look at you with tears in his eyes. He knew you were right; this time he took it too far.
"Mi vida, please, let me make it up to you, it all meant nothing to me, you're the only one for me. I love you and only you please" - he begged, trying to reach out to you again only to be pushed away.
Seeing him like this made your heart break but the fact was that he broke your heart too and you just couldn't take it anymore. You finally decided; you had to put yourself first and this meant letting Pedri go.
"I'm sorry Pedro but this relationship can't continue like this. It's time to break up; I'll pack my stuff up and leave, this is the best for the both of us" - you finally said and made your way upstairs to get your bag and keys, Pedri still kneeling on the kitchen floor, the breakfast he made, long forgotten.
Once you grabbed your stuff and made your way to the floor Pedri was still looking at you with pleading eyes, the only word leaving his lips "please".
You gave him one last look and said "goodbye Pedro".
* few days later*
Safe to say, your break up with Pedri hit you quite hard; after all you had many memories together and it was difficult to leave all of those behind. However, you had amazing friends who helped you slowly get over this; they took you to parties, days out, anything to take your mind of Pedri. It did make you feel a bit heartless, the fact that you got over the heartbreak a bit quickly.
Pedri however, was not doing as good as you; he was a total wreck. During practice he just wasn't his usual lively self. No matter how Gavi and Ferran tried to cheer him up, it just wasn't working. This was then noticed by the manager Xavi, who noticed a serious change within one of his best players.
Later Gavi noticed that even though they have the "no drinking" rule whilst playing back to back matches, Pedri was constantly going out and getting massively drunk to the point where he was passed out and the bar, bartenders having to call his friends to pick him up. It was clear that he suffered from this break; he needed you to bring his life back to normal.
After closely monitoring more of Pedri's behaviour, on the fifth day after the incident, Ferran and Gavi have had enough; they decided to do what they thought was best: call you and beg you to take him back.
*present day*
Gavi was staring at your number on his phone, gathering his thoughts on how to approach the matter; he knew he had to do this. Even though he fully condemned Pedri's behaviour, he realised that Pedri only had his love for you and no one else. Now he just wanted to help his best friend in winning you back. Ferran was also present, helping a hungover Pedri who was slung across Gavi's couch to some light food and water.
"Come on, please pick up, this is important" Gavi said as he waited for your answer. After the third ring you finally picked up the call.
"Pablo? What's wrong, why are you calling me?" It wasn't rare for Gavi to call you but you didn't expect this as you haven't talked since you and Pedri called it quits.
"Look y/n, before you say anything, I know what Pedri did was wrong but I'm calling you to ask you as his and your friend to please come over to my house and forgive him. Ever since you left him, he's been a mess; not taking care of himself, he's lost his passion for football and has been making some very reckless decisions due to heavy drinking. Please just this once, please".
Before you had time to overthink your decision, you just simply replied with "I'll be there in 10 mins" and hung up the phone.
Truth was, you still loved Pedri very much, after all you have been dating for a long time. You knew it would take time and lots of persuasion to forgive him, but you were willing to give it another go.
A/N: spoiler alert! I decided to feed you guys with some smut in Part 3. Before that however, I hope you enjoy the second part.
Hugs and kisses, pedriswife 🫶🏼
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colbybrk · 9 months
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lost in the fire !
colby / fem reader — fluff ?
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a/n — i’ve never wrote anything on tumblr, so hopefully this turns out okay ! also i was literally listening to this song while making this, i love the weeknd sm you don’t understand
summary — you and colby are alone at home and find nothing better to do than do karaoke without knowing the song or lyrics
warnings — none? it just sucks ass cheeks
it’s an awfully boring saturday and i ended up spending most of it on the couch watching tiktok’s. everyone else was out doing something actually productive with their lives, except colby, he was home watching tiktok’s too.
i yawned and snuggled closer to colby as i continued scrolling through my fyp. the annoyingly loud sounds from our phones echoed throughout the dim room and tiktok was becoming more boring by the second. that was until i came across a video of two girls playing a game that honestly seemed quite fun.
“hey colby?” i said, trying to get his attention. “hm?” he responded, his eyes still being glued to his screen. i turned my phone off after closing out of tiktok, “do you maybe wanna play karaoke but we aren’t allowed to know the song or lyrics? i dunno, i saw it on tiktok and it seemed fun, plus we have nothing better to do anyways” i asked, looking up at him with his face only being illuminated by the light from his phone.
his attention was brought to me as he raised his brows intriguingly and smiled, “that sounds fun” he shrugged his shoulders before continuing, “why not” a smile spread across my face and i grabbed the tv remote as he turned his phone off. “do you want to go first or should i?” i questioned while i turned on the tv and switched it over to youtube. colby thought for a moment, “hm, i can go first”
me and colby took turns and i picked a really dumb song, i could barely stop myself from laughing and i could tell colby was feeling the same way from my expression. “stop laughing!” he said while chuckling. “i—im sorry!” i covered my mouth as tears started to come out of my eyes from laughing so hard, i probably wheezed like five times, i wouldn’t doubt it for a second if you told me you could hear me from a whole other block.
we’ve probably been doing this for about a half hour and it’s honestly really funny, we’ve been playing stupid songs and songs that we don’t even know the lyrics to. laughter filled the room from my very off timing lyrics of the last song, “okay, okay next song!” i said while trying to contain myself. after a moment or two i began to hear the beginning of the next song and let out an audible gasp, already knowing the song. “oh my god, i love this song so much” the lyrics started and i started singing it as well, not messing up once.
“i wanna fuck you slow with the lights on” i began, making direct eye contact with colby as a smile grew on my face.
“you’re the only one i got my sights on”
“type of sex you could never put a price on”
as the song came to an end i dramatically clapped for myself. “i’m too good” i chuckled and stepped in front of him, looking down to meet his gaze. he didn’t say anything for a moment, only chuckled as i did. “dayuum, that’s the kind of music you listen to?” he finally spoke, putting his hand on my hip. i continued to look down at him as i laughed, “hell yeah, it’s awesome!” colby just jokingly rolled his eyes and laughed as well. he smirked slightly and started to speak again, “it’s also kinda hot” he said playfully and placed his other hand on me, pulling me in so i’m sitting on his lap. i gasped from the sudden action and smirked, keeping eye contact. colby kept his hands on my hips as he closed the space between us, kissing me passionately.
IM SORRY THE ENDING SUCKS BRO, if you want me to do a smutty ending (cuz i was thinking about it but every time i try i start questioning my life choices) but i will do a pt 2 if you want me to. ALSO please request ideas cuz i literally have no ideas, half the reason this sucks is cuz i didn’t know wtf to write about lmfao
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lumizwrld · 1 month
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PROFESSIONAL✯
"I love, you love. This love, we're professional..."
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➢ !Dom¡ Ryohei Arisu ♥︎ Afro-Latina Reader
☕︎ word count ・3.2k (This late ass lil Valentine's Day smut, I'm so mad bc I wanted to post this on valentines Day but I ended up changing some things around.♥︎)
⚠︎NSFW WARNING⚠︎
cw ✐ outside the borderland universe, valentines day sex, shy arisu turning into dom, sensual, passionate, roughness, dirty talking, teasing, arisu eating reader out, cowgirl, missionary, reverse cowgirl, swallowing, submissive reader, moaning, whimpering, groaning, arisu being a good boyfriend, only Arisu Ryohei's perspective
✍︎ Summary = Not only had it been Valentine's Day, but it was also the day that Arisu showed his all to you. Being your boyfriend of just 1 year, he wanted to end this Valentine's Day off with a banger. As you're met with his surprise, you also find him hiding away from you (knowing his cowardness). After met, you encountered with his aggression, his frustration with himself, handing it all out to you in the most sinful way. ✧
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It felt like she was never going to walk through that door, time unexpectedly reached a standstill lingering for her urgently to open that door and die from the death-defining adornment of all my love scattered through the apartment loft.
Anxious, I spent hours trying to find the best-looking outfit I could find and made sure it was her favorite color. Midori, the creation of yellow and blue. A green dress suit that complimented black pants and a pair of dress shoes embodied on me. I only desired perfection yet, she wouldn't want it any different. She would be happy even if I wore black sweats and a white t-shirt. From what I can recall earlier, she preached, “Please don’t go overboard about today, when I come back home, let's just smoke and lay in each other's arms? That could be our lil Valentine's Day right there." however, I feel like sometimes she doesn’t know how tenacious I can be when I listen to her.
Call it crazy, I was never the type to do anything so grand as this. Granted, I’m best with my hands yet I’d never expected to create an outbreak of devotion to her. Petals of roses scattered all over the floor, the flame of the candles shining so bright like an August day, inhaling the air of romance in the atmosphere, and centering the stage with her favorite songs faintly singing their way throughout the place….
God, she's gonna kill me…
“Shit Y/N, stop making me panic like crazy just hurry please…” I prayed in my head, disregarding the fact that the more I kept my eyes on the door the more I’d be tempted to faint. “C’mon baby, make it home quick.”
Pacing, fidgeting of fingers as I tried to ignore how nervous I was. “Shit.” I groaned to myself, placing my arms behind my head. For a moment, I thought I heard keys fidgeting at the door. Anxiety rushed all over me again, striding toward the door and then taking a slight step back.
“Fuck,” I groaned, “I-I can’t do this…” I uttered in my head.
“Baby I’m home-“ She spoke before being astounded at the place. I could sense her soft footsteps kissing the floor, loving every moment of this affection. Nonetheless, I hid in the master bathroom. Heart pulsating out my chest, I had no clue why I felt terrified to meet her.
She drives me crazy, I hate the way I get with her…
I hate that she tenses me up without doing absolutely anything to me…
Her gentle voice sang out my name yet I refused. It was guilt, agitation, and love fighting in my body right now. I couldn’t regulate to move.
“Ryohei? Where are you amor come out,” She questioned, sauntering up the stairs to the bedroom. “Baby you don’t understand how in love I am with the place. You didn’t have to do this.”
“G-Give me a second hani, I-I’m in the bathroom.” I notified her, head thrown into my palms as I elongated a groan.
“Hey…” She expressed, embracing her body against the bathroom door. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t be nervous baby, I love what you did. Thank you for that.”
A weak giggle flew from my lips, “Hani I’m fine I swear. I just had to use the bathroom that’s all. You love it huh?”
I could hear her voice pitch up scarcely, chuckling while battling to open the door for me. “Ryohei c’mon, I wanna see you.”
Hesitated, my hands trembling as if the temperature plunged in the room. I held my breath for an instant, my hand reaching out for the knob. A slight turn for the lock, gradually opening the door was all I needed to do before her eyes lit with a thousand stars.
“Hi…” I spoke, shoving my hands in my pockets as her eyes scrutinized my frame.
“You went all out for me,” She confessed, creeping closer to me with her hands elevated towards my chest. “You look so handsome cariño, oh my god…” She adored, inclining her head against my neck.
“I’m sorry for-“
“I know it’s okay, you went all out for me I know this probably overwhelmed you.”
“I just feel like I made this awkward now. I hid away from you and it’s like…I’ve been waiting for you all day you don’t understand mama I-
How swiftly, her lips shut my doubts up. Her fingers, locked themselves up behind my waist. Her tongue, communicating with mine. She made me melt in her embrace, I didn’t know where to position my hands. It was so bad how this kiss instantly made me desperate for her.
My head tilted inwards, permitting her hand to crawl up my back to the strands of my hair. She certainly knew for a fact that this was all gonna be in her control yet, I desired things to change for a second. Her free hand seizes my neck as her kisses trailed down my lips to my jawline. I guess this was her turn to show me her devotion to me cause, it had me to a point where it illustrated all over my face how badly I wanted to touch her beautiful body. All her pent from work, relieved from my bare hands. Even though she was always the one to command, I yearned for this to be all about her.
“How was work baby?” I communicated, my hand going for the back of her head as she made love to my neck.
“It was slow, but…All I thought about was you. I couldn't wait to get here.”
“That's…” I spoke before sighing at her gentle bites. “Good to hear baby, I've just been doing this all day.”
“I can tell, you do love me.” She whispered in my ear. Kissing it gradually, she was luring me deeply into her pool of lust.
“C’mon baby, let me take this off you.” I offered, taking her coat off. As she became free from the restriction of her puffer coat, her hands latched onto my entire body. “Baby, it's okay you don't gotta rush.”
“It's not me rushing, you deserve this.”
“I deserve this? All I did was just show you how much you mean to me, you always show me how much you love me. Granted I do, but I wanna do it in a form-”
I could feel her taking the lead, slowly walking back to the bed as she clung to me. “Mi amor, you talk too damn much. Just look pretty and let me do everything okay?”
I giggled, “Alright don't fuck with me like that."
She giggled in unison, “You’re everything to me. I love you, but you need to realize how much you are worth. You're worth everything fucking thing on this planet.”
I guess this was it.
I guess this is where it ends.
All this shyness, is gone.
I guess, this was where I made a mark.
I pushed her onto the bed, leaping on top of her frame. My hands grasping her neck as if she disrespected every inch of me. This went along with a harsh, desperate kiss.
I heard a whimper, yet that didn't cross my mind at all. I could tell she was surprised with every bit of emotion rushing throughout her body in this moment. Mainly, I was focused on one thing.
“Nobody’s ever told me that before until I met you. You love me too damn much, that's one thing I fucking hate about you. I hate how you make me feel this way and don't let me do anything in return.” I spoke right in her ear, her pants in mine as a form of a response.
“Ryohei…” She sighed.
“I want you,” I demanded, finding my way down my belt buckle. “I want you to let me do everything.”
Her hands reached on my belt, supporting me with unbuckling. Crazy, it seemed like I had her wrapped around my finger.
Assertive, her hand went inside my pants.
Heart felt, the way I spoke in her ear.
Temptation, her hands trying not to go any further.
“I won't stop you at all.”
“Y/N…”
“Do it please, I promise I won't stop you.”
Her desperate hands found me in my boxers, exposing myself on her own. Her kisses deprived my lips again, this time with a sense of belonging to be submitted to me.
Her defeat, she wanted this from me all along.
So in my response...
Don't hold this back, let it out….
First, it was me losing myself in between her legs.
Her thighs were gripped with my cold hands as I kissed the lips of her deprived pussy, darting into her eyes while I licked her sensitive clit. She felt the exhilaration instantly, her hands lost in my hair as she whimpered for me to slow down and stop. Still, such a beautiful woman who doesn't know how hard-headed I can be.
"Fuck." She moaned, "Ryohei just like that, lick me like that."
I answered her demands, licking her til she would see stars while I had my free hand teasing the entrance of her hymen. Entreating her right, she kept trying to close her legs yet I retained them open with all my might.
"You're all in my mouth." I teased, "All in my mouth."
She winced, panting at my fingers fucking her, imitating what I had planned for in a moment. Her begs and cries, all in my ear like a siren luring in a sailor. She had me hypnotized.
"I've never been so jealous of fingers in my life." I teased once again, "Mama, why are you holding yourself back?"
"I-I'm not."
"No?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Why are you lying to me?" I spoke, inching myself up to her face. "Don't lie to me."
I then lost myself in her eyes, brushing her hair from her cheeks. Nobody said anything, just a swift grab from her back, switching positions that transitioned this moment.
Her warm skin was positioned on top of me as her hand latched on my chest while straining to place me inside her. Her eyes revealed all her lust, how she begged for me without even saying a word. Gradually, she consumed all of me. Songs in unison, allowing me to thrust deep inside her warmth. It was as if this was the last day we'd be together. Who would have known, I'd be the one in control of this.
“Hold my hands mama, let me help you.” I panted, observing her lustful face as her body fucked with mine. “Nobody can hear you let it out for me baby.”
“Don't say that Ryohei.” She moaned, tossing her head back.
“Why?” I conversed, “The way I'm talking to you, does it bother you?”
“You know exactly what you're doing.” She groaned, vigorously grinding herself to the profound thrusts I provided.
“Tell me then, what am I exactly doing then? Speak to me mama, tell me what I'm doing to you.” Overstimulated, her hands released mine and grasped on my neck. This encouragement I gave was gonna finish with something grand I persisted to myself. However, it seemed like even when this is finished. She's gonna want more.
My cold hands rushed to her nipples, caressing them with gentle squeezes. The evil giggles she made that were intended with lust filled my ears, moaning afterward when I brought her close for me to suck on.
“I want you on top.” She panted faintly.
“What did you say?” I questioned, slowing my strokes.
“Please,” She panted, “Get on top of me.”
My eyes dilated, soon switching positions. She looked so innocent, like a porcelain doll. So fragile if I were to even touch her, she’d break. My arms found themselves beside her head as she held the support placing me inside her again. Silk soft legs, trapping me around my waist as a so-called embrace.
“Is this a trap?”
“What are you gonna do if I say yes?”
Aggressive, I thrusted once. Her gasp left her lips however before getting just a slight exhale, I placed my index finger right inside her needy mouth. Creeping myself closer to her face, she was like a model, a sight of pure beauty to me. This was all mine.
All of her was mine...
All of mines, to ruin...
Sounds of sin, the aroma of sex, the sloppiest of kisses, the sensing of sweaty skin, all at once could be seen as a form of art. My hand went from her lips to fondling her chin as the other maintained my balance, compelling her to look directly into my eyes as I slowly stroked up the pace.
“You want it like this baby?” I moaned, observing her surrender her beautiful body to me. "Tell me your beautiful thoughts I promise it won't hurt to just tell me."
“I-I can’t,” She panted, straining to fuck me in unison. “Control me fuck, I feel like such a whore Ryohei I'm sorry-”
“No no, fuck me like a whore then, don’t be scared baby. Show me how much of whore you can be to me.” I encouraged her, leaving her to snatch my hand and kiss my fingers, slowly suckling them.
“Ruin me, ruin me.” she entreated. First my thumb, then my index finger along with my middle. She replicated what she would do to me, It was to a point where I could die right from how much of a slut I turned her into. Neediness overfilling her eyes as she wished for me to cum...
Was it bad that I faintly felt it?
“Ruin? Did I bother you too much hani? I'm sorry, that's all my fault. Isn't it?” I giggled, moaning afterward.
“Don’t apologize,” she panted, removing my damp hair that began to cover my eyes from the thrusting. “I love everything you’re doing to me.”
“I forgot to tell you how beautiful you looked today. Mama is this what you want from me?" I intended, my lips inches away from hers. "Yes, this is what you want, right? You want me to talk to you like this when I fuck you like this baby? Tell me I know you do." Brown profound eyes, darting right into her soul as she hesitates to choose which action to make, panting or moaning her heart out of the pleasurable feeling of me penetrating her swollen pussy. Her grip was so strong I couldn't help but moan to her embrace on it.
Her eyes were in such worry yet, smiling like a complete slut at my weakness. Her right hand on my neck, resisting herself to combust from me. “Keep talking like that and I swear I’ll cum all on you.”
“Do it, mark all the things that belong to you. Mark your territory baby, cum on my dick.” I intended, deepening my penetration to hit her where it hurts.
Her head was sunken into the pillow and her hand that existed on my neck soon felt her body. Rushing hands, all on her breast. Generously squeezing her nipple to the stimulation, god it was all my fault she acted this way with me. Her luscious lips were soon bitten. I could tell she was starting to feel her climax.
“I…I can’t…Ryohei…” She moaned, arching her back leaving me to slide my hand under. Obtaining her close, I departed subtle kisses on her neck down to her chest.
“Do everything on me. Like I said before, show me how much of a slut I turned you into.” I groaned, maneuvering my head to her deprived breasts, brushing her finger away to allow placement of my tongue on her nipples. Sucking passionately, I offered her soft bites to signify my admiration to her breast instead of just her pussy and her lips. And so, just when I thought this session would last for a while longer, I winced at myself gaining a strong sense of sensitivity. “Tell me where you want me to cum mama, give me what you want.”
She panted, “No, no don’t do it yet, please. I wanna keep going please, don’t stop Ryohei please.”
I awed, “I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? You want more of me huh?”
“S-Shut up.”
“Shut up? Mama think before you speak. You said you love everything I’m doing, right?” I taunted, pulling out of her. “You told me to ruin you, don’t take back anything.”
“R-Ryohei why did you-”
She found herself on top of me again, this time her eyes darting to the ceiling. My grip, so profound, and down on the stands of her hair, her back arched to the tension. Devouring, her needy pussy embracing my dick made my body rush with nerves. God, I’d loved to watch her fuck me if we placed mirrors on the ceiling. Observing her face full of pain from my thrusts, her perky nipples all alone likewise yet the hypnotic bouncing would be such a movie I’d reminisce every single fucking day.
“Lose yourself to me Y/N, let me be the only one to see you like this. I wanna be the only one to make you this filthy.”
The exertion she had was overwhelming mine, I felt depleted to where I lost grasp of her hair. She sensed me discharging, “Amor, please. Don’t stop please, let me help you.” She pleaded, going on all fours. “I need you.”
The minute she slid up, I directly jerked up from the sensation on my tip. Yet, she never left that spot. I worshiped every moment, her pussy fucking my tip knowing damn well she desired for me to cum.
“You want it inside you mama? Advise me.” I demanded, seizing her arms and bearing them back aggressively, gasping on her back. “Let me do it inside you, let me cum inside you.”
“Do it then Ryohei, let it out please.”
“Y/N, I'm starting to...W-Wait I feel it.”
My eyes latched, throwing my head back as I moaned as loud with all the strength I still had.
Yet, this feeling only grew stronger.
Grasping my hair, I couldn’t help to sustain my body from all this pleasure.
But, once I opened my eyes. Her beautiful eyes were met with mine, but her mouth was full of me.
“I thought…I thought I came inside you….” I huffed, wincing at her subtly licking me.
“You really did lose yourself." She giggled, following her tongue down my shaft.
“Fuck,” I huffed, “You're an evil woman y’know?”
“Yeah, you know I love you right?”
“Uh-huh”
Her tongue had found a home on my dick, licking my hardened tip as she motionlessly kept her gaze on me. “Good, I want you to remember that.” She grinned, spitting on it as she watched me jolt up again.
“Y-Y/N!?…” Whines, the pain yet pleasure filled my soul. Seizing her hair, I forcefully fucked myself into her filthy mouth for a moment. “That’s what you wanted huh? All of me in your mouth right like this?”
Her soft giggles flew in the air, “Yeah, it seems like you wanted it more than me.”
I soon hauled her up to my face, kissing her passionately as I released her from my grasp.
Once again, she got on top of me but soon began wrapping the covers on us. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I spoke, caressing her in my arms as I kissed her forehead. “God, you took everything outta me.”
As we snuggled in each other’s arms, it went silent. Taking in this void of quietness, my lips soon parted those soft, heavenly words of...
“Hani, I forgot to tell you once you got home...Happy Valentine’s Day.♥︎"
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swayziiwriter · 8 months
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Party Monster | Trent Alexander-Arnold
summary: you and Trent don’t get along, not a single bit.
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WARNING: 18+, sexual content
You were here to celebrate Englands very own Jesse Lingard's birthday. The club was filled with people here to celebrate the football stars birthday, you had been good friends with Jesse for years becoming quite close with the England team. Well, at least with most.
"Happy birthday Jesse" I shouted over the loud music while giving my good friend a hug handing his gift over to him. "Ah y/n thank you" he responded grinning back, "y/n" a mocking voice called out. I was called back by the sound of Trent's voice, "Trent, I didn't realize you acknowledged anyone but your self these days" I called back. Trent smirked, as if he couldn't piss me off any further.
"Settle down you two I m not paying for any damages inside the club, you get me" Jesse said in an attempt to suffocate the tension that had now come up. "Wouldn't think of it" I respond with a smile, walking away from Trent's view I headed over to greet Marcus and his fiancée.
Damn I need a drink, I thought to myself. Something to calm my nerves. Trent was good at pissing me off, his constant remarks towards me, his mocking smirk, his annoyingly sexy smile that could make you feel things you didn't want. You would never want him, you couldn't. There has been a mutual dislike between you and Trent since you two has the great displeasure of meeting each other.
It was a petty fight that could have been easily forgotten about if Trent wasn't such a stubborn ass. He was cocky beyond belief, always a new girl tied around his finger anytime he attended a get together. You loathed the girls that he was always parading around with, they were all more obnoxious then the last one.
Trent had made a comment about how you were jealous that those girls weren't you, that really set you off. Since then you and Trent haven't gotten along, the sight of him enough to make you want to leave the country. Though, you couldn't let him ruin tonight. Tonight was about celebrating one of your best friends birthday, and you were not about to spoil a perfect night of dancing and drinking.
"A round of shots and some limes please" you ordered at the bar on a drink run for the rest of the team ready to crack down on some bets. "Lemme help you with those" Trent spoke over the blasting music. I looked over my shoulder to see Trent standing dangerously close to me, hand placed on my waist as if he was trying to claim it. I moved his hand off my waist, pushing him back with a finger.
"Leave me alone Trent, I don't know why you've suddenly become fascinated with talking to me, but i'm not having it" I replied, my voice laced with curiosity to why he was suddenly trying to make nice with me. "Can I not want to turn over a new leaf?" "Leave what happened in the past?" Trent quickly replied back.
The scent of his cologne clouding your thoughts, you needed to get away from him as fast as possible. I fully turned around, now facing him completely. "I tried that Trent and you didn't want any part of it" "well, new year new me" Trent smiled back still clung to your side, you laughed in response. "Liverpool has a better chance of winning the league this season then you "turning over a new leaf" I swiftly replied back, grabbing my tray of shots back to the group leaving Trent dumbfounded at the bar.
"Party monster" now blasted through the club, prompting everyone to get on the dance floor. I took a last shot of tequila before heading to the dance floor ready for a night spent with my friends partying and forgetting all about how Trent had made me feel earlier in the night.
I was between Lucia and Tolami, swaying my body to the music focusing on the lyrics. My thoughts were suddenly taken over by Trent. I couldn't stop wondering about where he was, what he was doing, or more who he was doing. I looked over to where most of the team sat, as if he had heard my thoughts, there was Trent. He was watching me, a smirk playing evidently on his face. As if his thoughts were the same as mine.
I suddenly felt insecure. Wondering how I looked right now, was my hair still in place, was my makeup still showing? I tore my eyes away from Trent, telling the girls I was getting another drink shouting over the song still playing. I felt hazy as the clicking of my heels followed my fast pace towards the bar in desperate need of something to calm my nerves.
"Can I get a cosmopolitan please" I ordered, once again faced with the bartender that had also been eyeing me the entire night. He handed me my drink grabbing my other hand as I went to tip, "I haven't seen you here before" he spoke.
Surprised by his actions, I didn't reply back right away. I laughed awkwardly, "I'm here for a friends-" before I could finish Trent ripped my hand away from the bartenders grip grabbing my waist bringing it into his. "She's here with me, you get it" he said, his hand never leaving my side.
"Low it man, I didn't know she was taken" the bartender gulped. "Yea I'm sure that was it, well now you know" "so don't ever put your hands on her again, you understand" Trent harshly said walking me away from the bar down the hallway where I was quickly pushed up against a wall.
"Trent you have no right-" I was again cut off, "I have every right when my girl is being gripped by another guy" he responded. Sliding his hand up my body, toying with the strap of my dress. I scoffed, "your girl?, when have I ever been your girl Trent" I replied, his name rolling off my mouth with a distaste.
"Don't play stupid with me y/n" "I know you saw me staring at you, I know what you felt" he whispered the last part into my ear, chills ran up my exposed back, the air suddenly becoming hot and the tension hotter. Our faces were inches apart my breathing now steady, Trent brought his hand up to my face before smashing his lips onto mine closing the gap between Us.
The kiss was demanding, hot and passionate. Trent grabbed my ass as Ilet out a gasp giving him an opportunity to put his tongue into my mouth. I barley had time for air as he recovered much faster then I did. Football gives you good stamina, "Trent" I breathed out. "Y/n" he responded back.
"I want more, I want you." I said, my voice trembling as he left open mouth kisses down my neck, moaning at the contact. His tongue worked so good against my neck, I wondered what it would be like where I needed him most. He pulled back looking into my eyes before grabbing my ass again, "get your things" he responded with a sexy smile, his eyes dark with lust.
Trent's apartment was quickly turned into a mess, our clothes scattered all over the floor as we made our way to the bedroom. Eager to feel relief and finally give into our sexual desires.
Trent was now under me, breathing heavily as our naked bodies clashed between our kisses. I made my way down his neck, leaving marks for a reminder of tonight. I then reached his abs leaving a trail of kisses down his toned chest, my nipples becoming hard as he gripped them. I placed a kiss on his hard cock, licking the pre cum that dripped down.
Trent moaned softly before swiftly flipping us over, his tall figure now looming over me. He left kisses all over my breasts before taking my left one into his mouth while massaging the right. "So good Trent" I moaned out, Trent slowly leaving my breasts.
Trent moaned softly before swiftly flipping us over, his tall figure now looming over me. He left kisses all over my breasts before taking my left one into his mouth while massaging the right. "So good Trent' I moaned out, Trent left my breast to catch my lips into another passionate kiss. "I want you y/n" Trent whispered into my chest, "then take me" I responded.
Trent lined up with my dripping pussy before thrusting harshly into me, leaving me a moaning mess at how much he filled me up. "So full Trent" I moaned out as his pace sped up hitting all the right places.
Trent continued to pound into me as he leaned down to leave kisses all down my neck as I pulled at his hair earning a low grunt that turned me on even more. I was wrapped around his dick as his hands roamed all around my body unsure of where to place them, the pleasure was too good.
"So close" I moaned out to Trent. "I know, me too" he said before grunting as we both hit a new angle making my legs shake at the feeling.
"Fuck, me Trent" I shouted praising him as I climaxed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My nails leaving marks down his back as he continued to chase his high.
Trent came with a loud grunt, my name falling from his mouth as he coated my walls with his thick load. He leaned down towards me before pulling out and flipping me over so that I was on top of him once again. "y/n, would you like to join me in the shower?" Trent playfully asked. "Of course" I softly replied back as I gave him a long soft kiss.
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thewonandonly · 3 months
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20:51 — tell me what you really like, baby, i can take my time, we don't ever have to fight, just take it step by step, i can see it in your eyes, cause they never tell me lies, i can feel your body shake, and the heat between your legs | i feel it coming by the weeknd feat. daft punk (NSFW)
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jaehyun loved paying for you to get your nails done. he loved seeing you get excited about choosing a color, design and length. he loved seeing you bounce in your seat with excitement as you pull up to the nail salon. he loved seeing you chatter with the nail technician while he sat in the chairs, scrolling on his phone, taking off guard photos here and there to remember your smile. he loved seeing your happiness as the technician finished your nails and took a picture after it was all said and done.
he just loved to see you happy being treated well.
more than seeing you happy though, he loved when you took videos for your social media stories, straightening your hand out over his lap as you brushed your fingers against his cock with your perfectly polished nails.
"god— fuck..." he moaned out as your nails traced his abdomen, "quit teasing." groaning, his fingers tangled in your hair as you looked up at him, "come on, baby."
he lifted his hips from the couch, pulling his sweats down until the middle of his thighs, his hard cock hitting his lower stomach.
you used the tip of your freshly done nails to trace the vein along the length of his member, looking up at him to see his head leaned back across the couch.
jaehyun's hand only tightened on your hair as you wrapped your hand around his cock, slowly pumping him as your free hand gripped his thighs.
"mmm, feels so good, baby." he could feel his cock twitch as you pumped him, the pre-cum leaking from the red, swollen head, "shit, you're gonna make me cum." he whispered out, his hips rolling to meet your strokes.
the cum melted along his length, covering your nails with the sticky, white consistency. he gasped softly as he looked down at you, a tired smile crossing his lips.
jaehyun loved when you got your nails done.
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astralis-is-typing · 7 months
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⚝fic type: one shot as part of the weeknd series
⚝genre/contains: nobility!au, duchess!reader x viscount!taehyun, angst, fluff ending, established relationship, allusions to cheating
⚝word count: 3k
⚝warnings: arranged marriage is discussed, character death (not taehyun or reader), depictions of parental neglect.
⚝synopsis: the blazing love that you and taehyun nurtured in the quiet space of your library meets an unexpected dilemma when he finds out you are engaged to someone else. your relationship with him was already the talk of the town considering taehyun's of a much lower social rank than you. he had his insecurities, but never expected such a betrayal. should he have expected it?
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You burst into the library, huffing as you moved through the aisles and made a beeline for Taehyun’s work desk. It was turning out to be a hot day, and the afternoon light filtered through the translucent dome ceiling, bathing the large space in an orange-tinted light. Taehyun looked up from the books strewn across his desk as you approached him, big eyes glimmering as they always did when graced by the sight of you. A welcoming smile stretched across his lips as he stood to greet you; no matter how long you two were together, Taehyun secretly doubted he’d ever get over the giddiness of seeing you.
He had grown used to your fuming form over the past few weeks following the demise of your father. It wasn’t sadness; you didn’t mourn your father for very long– the two of you barely had a real connection. This moodiness had to do with the domino effects of his passing.
Neither of your parents had a sliver of parental care in their body, not a single bone if genuine affection for their own children. You and your siblings were little more than property to them– meant to be paraded as trophies when they needed to impress their peers, and then disregarded once more as soon as you got home. Since you were the first born child in your family, your mother had been pressuring you to become more serious about your impending ascension to a duchess. It was something you’d always detest… being the automatic inheritor of a role you did not want, simply because you were born first.
Your escapes to your library had become more frequent; after every meeting with your mother, you’d come seek solace in your favourite place– and in your favourite person. This library, with its high ceiling and large windows, brought so much light into your life– both literally and metaphorically. Its warm stone walls were your security, and the books within strongly reflected your heart’s desires, opinions and way of thinking. You often fought the temptation to simply lock yourself up in here for days on end, with no one but Taehyun and your handmaiden to know where you had escaped to. The urge was especially at the forefront of your mind on days like this, when your mother’s stern insistency got under your skin and you felt that you were a mere string puppet while other people controlled your life.
Taehyun didn’t pry today, but judging by your behaviour he figured your mother was trying to convince you to do something you didn’t want to.
He guided you towards the bay window behind his desk, the soft strands of his hair tickling your temple as he leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on your cheek. The two of you loved sitting there during your down time. When Taehyun wasn’t working, and you weren’t swamped with your tutoring and duties, the two of you spent hours on end seated at that bay window together. It provided such a clear view of your estate– it’s sprawling fields and the trees that lined the eastern perimeter, acting as a wind breaker to shield your abode from the treacherous winds that sometimes swept over your region.
Taehyun regarded you for a moment before speaking, leaning against the curved wall framing the window as he tried to gauge what the crease of your brow indicated. He was always mindful of how he approached these types of discussions, weighing his potential approaches. It never failed to amaze you how thoughtful and perceptive he could be, particularly now when you were being bogged down by so much pressure.
“Penny for your thoughts, my dear?” he finally asked, sitting beside you and directing your attention towards him. The two of you would both sit with your backs pressed to the walls behind you, and have your legs meeting at the centre of the seat, pressed against each other from the knee downwards. This way, you could hide a sketchbook in your lap and draw your lover without him noticing. Unfortunately for you, Taehyun’s eyes were far too attentive to miss that and you were never very subtle to begin with, but it was a fun game all the same.
It took a moment for you to meet his gaze, to be present in this moment with him rather than worrying about your future. Your mother’s latest ‘suggestion’ had been her most outrageous one yet. It was only a matter of time before the whole ordeal blew up in your face if you didn’t find the will to tell Taehyun about it soon.
For now, you groaned and slumped into his side. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“That’s alright,” he said easily, gently pulling you to him and wrapping a hand around your form. You curled into him, body now on top of his. You sighed in content as he soothingly ran his hand up and down your arm. “What would you rather?”
“This is enough for now,” you assured him, making yourself comfortable.
This is how life always was with Taehyun. The warmth and consideration your lover held for you overwhelmed you at times. It wrapped around you, so that no matter the season, you were constantly blanketed in its radiant grace.
Taehyun was the son of a viscount who your father, the duke, had a great rapport with. Once Taehyun had completed his schooling, your father convinced him to help your family manage your library. Taehyun was neat, precise and simply meticulous in his work. As you spent most of your time in the vast library, and always had since you were a child, you and Taehyun became fast friends. Your friendship bloomed into more after a nearly a year of playing hide and seek with your feelings for each other. And now– another two years later, the two of you had a solid relationship.
The affair was already scandalous; because the title of a viscount was lower in rank than a duke or duchess, marrying Taehyun would diminish your own social standing. You found yourself caring less and less about that fact every day you spent curled up in your library together, hidden from the world and your impending responsibilities as a duchess. When you were with Taehyun, it was simply you and him– nothing else mattered, no one could access either of you in the sanctuary of that library. You’d purposely made sure no one but your handmaiden accessed the library during your hours there with Taehyun. Your estate had a handful of libraries, and your parents had granted you this one for your personal use. It was named after you, and you often fantasized about a time in your life when you’d be able to switch your last name on the large placard for Taehyun’s.
The two of you were silent for a while, simply enjoying how comfortable that action was in itself. You tried focusing on Taehyun’s ever-steady breathing, on the tune he was absent-mindedly strumming onto your arms with his fingers… but as fate would have it, your worries started to crop up in the corners of your mind, disrupting the calm Taehyun had induced on you.
“Read to me, please,” you mumbled, enjoying the sun outside the window behind you that was warming your back. Taehyun’s voice would be a good distraction to the ones in your head (that sounded a lot like your mother). He chuckled at how your cheek was mushed against his chest, and the way you whined in protest when he got up to fulfill your request. Although it took a while for him to learn how to initiate physical contact, Taehyun loved when your body so naturally gravitated towards his. It made him feel needed.
The book he chose was embroidered with reeds harvested from the stream nearby, strands dyed a deep, regal blue. Its edges were bound and plaited so intricately one would not have to read its contents to regard the book as art. Taehyun opened it to where his bookmark lay and began to read.
Taehyun’s soft voice breezed through most of your tension, but you were only half listening– distracted by the anxiousness gnawing at your insides. There was something you needed to tell him, but you kept procrastinating having that conversation.
You were engaged.
When you’d met Taehyun, the process of your engagement was already underway. However– in a rare bout of graciousness– your parents had let you delay its announcement for another year or two. You were still young, and had a few years left before people started to question the lack of a ring on your finger. You didn’t particularly mind your fiancé. He was amiable, which worked for you. And– as your mother kept reminding you– he came from an incredibly wealthy family, which worked for your reputation.
But you did not love him. You’d never been in love, but you had half a mind to know when you weren’t. Your parents tried convincing you that love came with time, but if their relationship was anything to go by… you were better off alone.
Taehyun had been a godsend. At first, his cordialness seemed cold; always polite but never making the first move. You later realized that this was how your lover expressed shyness. Since the both of you opened up about your feelings, Taehyun had been nothing but loving– always greeting you with a new book recommendation you already knew you’d love, and arranging platters of fruit for you by himself when you woke up early to attend to your commitments.
He more or less lived at your house– what with all the work he had– and for that reason, although he’d never formally courted you, most of your employees knew of your relationship. You’d managed to keep it on a need-to-know basis with your parents, who approved of Taehyun, sure, but did not want such a union between you two to ruin their reputation. Gossip would one day be the end of your duchy, you were sure of it.
Ignoring the dilemma didn’t exist– and instead lazing about with your lover like this– was far less intense.
Your thoughts wandered back to the present when Taehyun began to read a familiar poem. Your ears perked up at that, because it was one of your favorites. You noticed he’d altered the words a little to better fit his emotions; Taehyun loved doing that with poems he liked.
“A rendition of a poem by Abel Tesfaye,” he said, plopping the book down softly. He knew that was your favourite poet, and smiled at the slight lift in your mood once he’d finished.
“Thank you,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “When did you work on that one?”
“Yesterday,” he shrugged, laughing softly. “While you dozed off.”
“I did not,” you protested, stifling your laughs as you got off him and fixed him with a faux glare.
Taehyun loved poking fun at your inability to stay up late. You’d been with him in the library late last night, having convinced your handmaiden to arrange dinner there for the two of you. As you sat at your bay window you ended up falling asleep to the sound of pen scratching against paper and Taehyun’s soft humming as he wrote away.
“Ah, my mistake. You must have simply been resting your eyes,” he teased.
Once your laughter had subsided, Taehyun shifted his position so that he was sitting upright beside you. “Care to tell me what’s on your mind now, my dear?”
“Oh, you know…” you stalled, tracing the patterns of your dress. “Just thinking about our future.”
“What about it?” he asked. “Has your mother proposed that we wed in a barn?”
“It’s not that…” you giggled nervously. “If we get married-”
“When,” he corrected softly with a chuckle.
“Okay, when,” you conceded, and the dread that filled your eyes somehow went unnoticed by him. “When we get married, we’ll obviously hold the wedding in here.”
“I’d like that as well,” he grinned, eyes big and adoring. “In the place where our love has grown to unimaginable heights.”
“Oh, Tyun...” you said, eyes welling with tears– and not the good kind. It was high time you told him what had been bothering you these past few weeks. “I- Yes I’d love to, but…”
His beaming smile faltered at the ‘but’.
“What’s the matter…? Is it about courtship? I’ll be formally asking your mother for your hand, don’t you worry about that.”
He knew how your parents felt about your relationship with him. They had nothing against Taehyun, but his title was far too low for them to take pride in. It was all about pride with them. Your mother couldn’t outright oppose it, as there was nothing illegal or inherently wrong about the union, but she made… comments.
“No, no,” you said shakily, turning away from him and facing the window to give you courage. He stood up, concern clouding his features as he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“Actually, Taehyun, the thing is…” you started nervously. “I’m engaged.”
His face fell, the colour draining from it almost instantly. He stumbled backwards, disbelief evident on his features.
“Enga- what? But how?” He whispered. His usually strong and steady voice was faint.
You fumbled over your words, not daring to face your lover, who’s chest rose and fell rapidly with the impact of the confession. “My parents- They had this all arranged… I tried delaying it and I still can, b-but yes… my mother’s been processing my engagement.”
“What do you mean you’re engaged?” Taehyun shouted, shaking with the force of it. He rarely shouted and it made you recoil.
“Taehyun, listen I-”
“All this time, you’ve belonged to someone else?” He asked, breathless from the exertion of shouting. This was not the news he was expecting, so close to the day he was planning on formally proposing to you. He’d made so many plans, and his dream of being yours for the rest of his days was crumbling right before his eyes.
“I still have time to change this, don’t you see?” You tried reasoning, turning to face him. “Taehyun, I’ve been under so much pressure trying to fight this alone.”
The auburn-haired boy scoffed and turned away from you. “But why didn’t you say anything? Why play with me like this?”
You reached out for him but he moved away, his eyes a medley of anger and anguish.
“I’m not playing with you, Taehyun. I didn’t mention it because it’s not yet official. I can fix this, marry you instead,” you said, walking up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
He shrugged it off, walking to his desk and busying himself with the books laying there to give himself something to do.
“Taehyun, you know I love you,” you said firmly, placing your hand on his back.
“I have no doubt about that, my dear,” he sighed and turned around, finally letting your reasoning seep through his initial shock. It was a silly little thought… to think you would love anyone but him. Yet his doubts still lingered. “It’s just that…”
“What is it?” you asked, frowning. If he believed you and understood then what was the problem?
“Your fiancé, he is of a higher ranking than I, correct?”
“I- well, yes,” you said, taken aback by his question. “But Taehyun, it doesn’t matter. Being a viscountess isn’t half bad, you know. It’ll mean less work. My younger sister can be duchess instead, heaven knows she’d absolutely love that.”
You tried to make a joke of it, as you often did when being weighed down by serious situations. Taehyun found the habit endearing. He turned to face you once more, finding himself laughing as he cupped your face in his hands.
“I suppose I don’t want to lose my spot in your heart,” he said dejectedly. “Simply because of my title…”
“You know I couldn’t care less about those stupid rules,” you added, dismissing his worries with a wave of your hand. “The hard part is over, I hadn’t figured out how I was going to tell you. Now that you know we can work on this together.”
He called you by your full name, a teasing habit he’d adopted during his love confessions that he presented through the poems and songs he wrote. “I’m with you every step of the way.”
Taehyun unexpectedly leaned in then, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. He usually would draw out your anticipation, staring deep into your eyes and letting your breathes mingle before he finally sealed the gap. His lips pressed against yours in a manner that indicated his fear of losing you. Yours, in turn, sealed his with reassurance.
“I won’t let my mother separate us,” you said determinedly once the two of you had broken apart.
“How about…” he said thoughtfully. “My dear, why don’t you take up your rightful place as duchess. That way, you can make that decision and every other one for yourself.”
Taehyun was tired of seeing you being pulled this way and that based on other people’s whims. It was time you took control of your own life… from the hands of people who had no regard for it.
“I’ll be right by your side,” he promised. “Take back your life. You’d be surprised to know how many people would be on your side.”
Having been up and down these halls for a while, Taehyun knew your estate’s gossip better than you ever would; he was a confidant to most, and knew that a lot of people here would be happier if someone like you took over its management.
“You’ve always had the best ideas,” you smiled, reconsidering your view of what your life as a duchess could hold if the tables were turned and you found a way to get out of being your mother’s puppet.
“Did you ever doubt that?” he teased, abruptly hooking his arms under yours and spinning you around. You squealed in laughter and the sound made his heart soar.
For as long as you’d have him, Taehyun vowed to himself that he’d keep you close and out of harm’s way. The two of you could spend forever like this; two sides of one coin… Or better, to sides of the same page in a book that one treasures for years to come.
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⚝A/N: This has taken forever to post I know dgchfjdkd😫 Thank you for your patience guys ❣ I worked really hard to put this out and I hope you enjoy it xx lots of love as always! Remember to share your thoughts with me, I'm always super stoked to hear them :)
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freedomfireflies · 2 years
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Plssss y/n and harry are at a party that is full of celebrities including The Weeknd (God I love him) and Harry finds out he has dated y/n. (y/n not famous, she is a normal person) lmao I need to see Harry all jealous
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“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”
With a laugh, you slide from the barstool as he approaches, arms finding their way around his neck as he pulls you in for a long overdue hug.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he murmurs, squeezing at your hips once before letting go.
You brush the hair from your face as you lean back, fighting a rather large smile. “Harry invited me,” you tell him, nodding your chin toward the sulking man on the stool behind you. “I didn’t know you were gonna be here?”
Abel laughs, arms crossing in front of his chest. “I didn’t either, but something told me to come out tonight and I guess…now I know why.”
“Please,” you snort, clocking the suggestive look in his eye, but blushing, nonetheless. He always knew the way to your heart was flattery, and you can’t deny that you’re pleased to see your old friend. “How’ve you been?”
He launches into an explanation of his wild week, and you nod appreciatively, listening to each detail as he recalls it. 
You’re excited to see him, having not really heard from him for a few months, although you suppose you understand why. 
But no matter the reason for the disappearance, you give him your undivided attention, happy for the brief connection.
It’s not until Abel begins describing the hassle going on with his label that you feel a familiar arm snake its way around your hip. 
With a subtle tug, you find yourself now sitting firmly on a lap. Harry’s lap, to be specific. And you know him well enough to know the pressure of his fingertips along your hip is indicative of his annoyance.
You smirk, letting your hand rest over top his as Abel continues speaking, oblivious to the subliminal argument you and Harry are currently having.
His knee begins to jostle beneath you, anxious and irritated. You liken it to that of him tapping his wrist impatiently as if telling Abel to hurry the fuck up already.
In return, you squeeze his palm between your fingers. Once. Twice. Calm. Down.
The arm around your waist tightens. Until your back is softly jerked against his chest. No.
You wonder the reason for this behavior. Sure, his jealousy makes an appearance once in a while, but not usually around his own friends. Not in a place like this. And not around someone as sweet as Abel, who is so far back in your past, you can hardly remember it.
Harry’s chin finds your shoulder. Rests there. Jaw clenched. Fingers now tapping your hip. Hurry.
You nestle back into his embrace, relaxing against his large frame as you exhale softly. Easy.
“—so, I wasn’t really sure what to do, you know?” Abel shrugs, glancing toward the rest of the room before looking back. “But what about you, huh? Wasn’t sure I’d see you around for a while.”
Harry’s grip tightens.
“Oh, no, this isn’t really my scene,” you agree quickly, laughing a bit as you straighten up, attempting to loosen the hold on your hip. “But with Harry’s tour starting soon, figured I’d swing by before he heads off.”
“That’s right. That’s so cool, man. Heard it’s is gonna be huge,” Abel replies, eyes flicking to Harry as he offers a supportive grin. “Yeah, hoping to swing by the L.A. show sometime.”
Appreciative of the kind gesture, you offer Abel a thankful smile before glancing over your shoulder toward the still very sullen man keeping you planted to your spot.
You had expected him to at least pretend to look happy. Offer a grin of his own or even return the compliment. Pleasantries having always been his speciality.
But tonight, for some odd reason, he only frowns. “Yeah, thanks…man. Listen—” Suddenly, he’s standing, forcing you from his lap as your feet hit the floor and his fingers weave around your upper arm. “—we gotta head out. Thanks for dropping by, though.”
And with that, you’re gingerly yet forcibly slung toward the direction of the exit.
“Wait, Har—Harry,” you hiss, twisting back around to call a quick, “Sorry! It was so good to see you. Let me know how it goes, yeah?”
“Will do,” Abel laughs, tossing a hand up in greeting before returning to his friends and you return to the 6-foot man-child dragging you out of the party.
“Harry,” you warn as his palm outstretches to shove the double doors open and pull you into the dark night. “Harry, my arm—”
He lets go within an instant once you’re safe and sound on the sidewalk, and you stumble toward a steady footing.
His eyes, narrowed and dark with livid displeasure, find you. He stands tall. Still. Offering no explanation for his behavior as you’re left to brush your hands down your dress.
“The hell was that?” you huff, straightening up as you study him. “Since when do you manhandle me—”
“What the fuck was with you?” he retorts, hands finding his pockets as he jerks his head toward the building before raising his voice in mimic. “‘Oh, Abel, I missed you so much, it’s been so good to see you, let’s so do this again.’”
Your glare begins to mirror his, hands finding your hips as you scoff, “That’s not how that happened and why do you even care?”
“I fucking care because…” He hesitates, making a noise himself as he looks out into the street, mulling over his response. “Because it was fucking weird.”
You lean back. “What? What was weird? We were talking—”
“Yeah, why?” 
Your brows pull together, eyes falling over his hardened expression. “What do you mean why? Cause we’re friends.”
“Yeah? Is that all?”
The lilt in his voice is venomous and you can feel your muscles recoil as you hesitate. “What does that mean?”
He shrugs as if suggesting you figure it out yourself, and you’re positive you don’t like the implication.
You take a cautious step toward him, pointer finger raising in the air as you murmur, “You better watch your fucking tone, Styles. Whatever it is you’re trying to say? Don’t.”
His head cocks to the side. “What? You don’t want me to say that I think you used to fuck him?”
There it is.
You can feel the swell of livid outrage form deep in your chest as you move back. “That’s what this is about.” Not a question. A statement. A glaringly obvious acceptance. “You’re jealous he and I used to see each other.”
His glare deepens at the carefully worded phrase. “I’m not jealous—”
“Ha.” Your laugh is bitter. You look away, head shaking with disbelief. “No, that’s good. That was a good one. Because if you weren’t jealous, then why the fuck are we out here instead of in there?"
Harry straightens up. Grits his teeth. Doesn’t respond.
So, you respond for him. “Because he’s in there…right?”
More silence. More confirmation of the truth you’d almost be flattered by if he hadn’t made such a scene. 
You have two options, you realize now. 
Continue standing in the middle of the street screaming at each other as the people around you awkwardly watch. 
Or talk him down.
Even though, truthfully, you’re not sure why you have to talk him down when he’s the one acting like a child.
But it’s then that you’re reminded of the times Taylor has been in the room. Or Camille. Or Kendall. The times when you’ve never felt more out of place in this world of his. Standing beside him as he catches up with an old lover.
And despite reminding yourself that it doesn’t matter who was in his past as long as you’re in his future, it doesn’t diminish that devil on your shoulder reminding you how different you are from his very specific type.
No matter your confidence in your relationship, it doesn’t erase the small trickle of doubt that works its way in when you see them together.
And the only thing that truly brings you back to reality is the tender tone of his voice as he reminds you that you’re the only one he sees in a room full of people. 
It’s a kindness that makes a world of difference. 
A kindness you see he needs now.
Slowly, your resolve fades, anger dissipating with each second that passes.
You step closer to him, small hands smoothing up his chest until you can cup his cheeks. He tenses, curious of your intentions as you begin to stroke the soft skin beneath your fingertips. Calming him. 
“Abel and I met a long time ago,” you tell him softly, noticing the flex in his fingers at the admission. Still, you carry on. “We dated—briefly—and it ended on bad terms. We weren’t really a good fit as partners. But, later, we became friends. And he’s the one who told me about the party where you and I met.”
Harry’s brow cocks upward. Yet, he doesn’t speak. He waits.
“I see him maybe once a year if that. And always in a crowded, social setting. He will always be a good memory in my past. But you…you, Har, are my future.”
Now you begin to see the understanding. The relaxation in his muscles. In his expression. In the way his hands find your hips to pull you a bit closer. Have you near.
“And in a room full of Abel’s…I only see you,” you can’t help but add a bit cheekily, and you’re rewarded with his smirk.
“Wow,” he mumbles, head shaking softly. “No, that was bad. Is that how dumb I sound when I say it?”
“Hey.” Your hand slaps at his chest. “It was cute.”
“Yeah. Sure. All right, angel, whatever you say.”
You pull your lip between your teeth, fighting a smug grin. “It was kind of cute the way you got so mad.”
Now, the glare returns, and he rolls his eyes while attempting to let go.
But you hold steady, pulling at his jaw as you laugh, “No, really. Got all grumpy and mad. Everybody wants to steal my girl, yeah? Is that—I mean, was that what was going through your—hey, where are you going?”
But he’s already striding down the sidewalk, leaving you behind as you chuckle adoringly. For a moment, he doesn’t reply. Simply walks down the street as you’re left to wonder.
Then, he turns. Smirking yet again as he calls, “I’m taking you home. So I can show you exactly what happens when someone tries to steal my girl.”
Your face flushes, thighs already attempting to clench together as you swallow apprehensively.
Then…
You follow.
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— is there someone else?
okkotsu yuuta (jujutsu kaisen) x gn!reader
genre: angst
summary: yuuta has been with you since a few months after he started coming to jujutsu high. one day, he sees signs that you might be hanging around with someone else. so, he builds the courage to find out if there is someone else or not.
warnings: language, cheating
wc: 3.2k
this is for a special the weeknd event hosted by @seirinz
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Okkotsu Yuuta had been in love with you since the day he first met you, which happened to be his first day at Jujutsu High. After the encounter with Geto when Rika was let go of him, he felt free enough to attempt and pursue you. There was something special about you to him. Not just the fact you were always nice and understanding of his awkward shyness, or that you helped him train in a less strict way than the others did. To Yuuta, you were different.
He could remember the day he confessed to you like the back of his hand. He was so nervous on this winter day, his face bright red from the cold as he tried to muster up the courage to tell you. Panda was continuously telling him that it would be fine, that you surely felt the same way, and that there was no need for Yuuta to be freaking out the way he was. But, he was still incredibly anxious about the whole ordeal. He had no time to think about crushes or liking someone other than Rika, so it was normal that he was anxious about confessing his feelings to you. He didn't want to ruin the friendship he had built with you, he would be crushed and heartbroken if it went wrong and you stopped speaking to him.
But, much to his surprise, it worked out better than he had expected. When he confessed his feelings, he was shocked at your response. Even though everyone else had been telling him that you liked him as well, he still had his doubts. The anxiety-filled thoughts of ‘what if it goes wrong?’, ‘what if they tell me they have feelings for someone else?’ and so forth that he almost backed out of his confession last minute before Maki forcefully pushed him towards you.
Yuuta let out a tiny yelp as Maki pushed him closer to you who was standing across the field. He was practically shaking from nervousness about the situation but tried to play it off as him just being cold due to it being winter. He had a whole script for what he was going to say to you. He would start the conversation normally like he always would, say hello, and ask how you were doing before getting to the main subject he wanted to speak with you about.
“Just go do it,” Maki told Yuuta as he stared at you from afar.
“I-I don’t know, what if-”
“Stop worrying so much and be a man!” Maki snapped, pushing him more aggressively this time.
“Okay…” Yuuta mumbled.
The boy then made his way over to you, his hands shaking a little from both the cold temperature and the anxiety creeping into his body more and more. He felt like he might pass out before he even reached you at this point.
When he got to you, he was fiddling with his hands trying to look at you but instead, his eyes were darting all around the place.
“Hey, Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute?” Yuuta asked you.
You looked over at him when he spoke, and he almost dropped dead just by all your attention and focus being on him only. “Of course! What’s up?” You responded with a smile.
Yuuta didn’t reply for a few seconds, too distracted by your smile that he forgot the whole script he planned out for this. He even wrote it down in a notepad and repeated it to himself in the mirror to prepare! Now he had forgotten it all! This was already going terribly for the boy.
“Uhm well, I uh just wanted to erm…” He lost his voice halfway through talking, leaving you concerned.
“Is everything okay?” You asked.
“Yes! It’s just that uhm,” Yuuta looked down at the ground lightly covered in snow, “I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out with me, but not as friends,” He said in a quiet voice, a blush present on his face just from saying it out loud.
“Like, a date?” You questioned.
All Yuuta did was nod his head in response, still looking down at the ground as he tried to stand his ground and not run away at the last second. You didn’t say anything for a moment, and he was about to apologize and turn away until you spoke.
“I would love to.”
Yuuta was genuinely shocked when you agreed to go out with him, but he was also so incredibly happy that it worked out well and didn’t go wrong in any sort of way. He was so worried that it would go wrong somehow, either he would say the wrong thing and embarrass himself or you straight up say no. But, it turned out great.
In the beginning, it was, at least.
The first six months were great for the two of you and your established relationship. Yuuta was the perfect boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He would give you flowers whenever he had the chance, he would always go with you on missions of any kind no matter the rank of the curse, he was supportive of everything and was always so patient with you. He was the type of boyfriend everyone wanted. He broke out of his shell once he started dating you, and everyone noticed the difference in him when you two became official. You were the best thing to happen to him.
When it hit six months Yuuta got matching rings for you two to wear on the left hand. He called them promise rings, and that one day you two would get married. While he still wore Rika’s on his other hand, yours was far more important and cherished to him. Rika may give him physical power, but you gave him everything else and more. He would never trade you for anything or anyone. He would kill for you, he would die for you, he would do anything for you if you asked.
Yuuta promised that he would never leave you under any circumstance, saying he would rather die than leave you. Or that he would sacrifice himself if it came down to the two of you despite his special grade status and how terrible things would become without him there to help. He loved you so much that he would do anything for you.
He learned how to cook for you instead of continuously buying food from convenience stores and such. He worked on his appearance more and kept up a good hygiene routine. He practiced fighting more so that he could get better and protect you more easily. He did many things for you that also helped him change for the better. He grew out of his anxiety-filled life and began to not worry as much but still had normal anxiety about things.
Then, things began to change.
Yuuta couldn’t tell exactly when you started to act differently around him, he couldn’t pinpoint a specific time when it happened. He just realized later that you were becoming more distant from him. He doesn’t know why, but he didn’t say anything. He remained quiet and tried to fix it without saying anything to you and possibly starting an argument. He hated arguments and fights with you and tried to avoid them whenever he could. But, he didn’t know what to do about this. He was seeing you less and less as the months went by, and whenever he asked around for you, no one knew where you were.
Yuuta was at a loss, unsure of what was going on and what to do about it, and he spent more and more of his days in his room thinking about it all. With his anxieties returning, he immediately jumped to the worst conclusion, that you were seeing someone else behind his back. He wanted to think otherwise, that you would never do that to him, until one day when he spoke to Panda.
“You don’t think they’re seeing someone else behind my back, do you?” Yuuta asked Panda while sitting next to him watching you and Maki spar.
“Hmm,” Panda hummed, looking between you, Maki, and Yuuta. “Do you want my honest opinion and thoughts?”
“Yes?” Yuuta answered, sounding more like a question.
“Don’t you ever notice who is also gone when Y/n is as well?” Panda started. “Think for a moment. You always come to Inumaki or me when you are searching for them, but who is never there too?”
Yuuta looked at Panda confused, not understanding what he was meaning until he looked back over at you sparring with Maki. He watched how she easily pinned you to the ground and won, whispering something into your ear which caused you to smile widely and gently shove her off of you. Yuuta felt his heart drop and looked back at Panda. “You don’t think…” His voice trailed off.
“I don’t know for sure, but if I were you, I would say something,” Panda told Yuuta. “It’s better to get it over fast than dwell on it and never do anything.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Yuuta mumbled quietly, now looking down at the ground.
Yuuta noticed it from then on. It was true, whenever you were gone, so was Maki. He didn’t even know you two were close, but he couldn’t help but feel stupid for not realizing it earlier until Panda put it in his mind. He wanted to confront you, but he didn’t for a while. He couldn’t. There was something holding him back from just saying it. He knew if he confronted you on it things would fall apart, but they were already falling apart.
The thought of you cheating on Yuuta made him want to throw up. His brain couldn't process the possibility of it happening, and he was starting to lose it.
You started disappearing more often, and Yuuta found out from Gojo that you were starting to do more missions with Maki. When he asked Gojo why, the teacher responded that you specifically asked for it. Now Yuuta was growing more concerned. It was always him who went on missions with you, but now you were asking Gojo specifically that you wanted to be paired with Maki from now on. Yuuta had no idea what to do.
He had never been through this type of situation before, therefore he was left clueless not knowing what to do. There was no one he could go to for help on the matter, so he was left to figure it out himself.
Yuuta spent multiple days in his room trying to figure out how to deal with this and how to tell you that he had a feeling he knew what was going on. But, he couldn’t help but think of if he was wrong. Then surely you would break up with him for ever thinking you would be cheating on him with one of his classmates. He didn’t know what to do. He had to do it by himself, but he didn’t want to at the same time. Maybe he could just forget about it and things would go back to normal. Or they would get worse.
Yuuta stared at the wall of his room for the majority of the days as they went by. You didn’t check up on him, and he was beginning to believe you didn’t want to be with him anymore. He understood why, though. He fell back into his self-deprecating thoughts the more you were gone. The thoughts that he wasn’t good enough for you, that you deserved someone better than him. He didn’t know how a normal relationship was supposed to work, but he was trying his absolute best to make sure he was doing it right. He was constantly searching the internet in hopes of it helping only for it to make him feel worse by saying you were definitely cheating on him. He was reading more books to try and find ways to fix it only to find nothing. He was on the verge of breaking down.
Everyone noticed the change in Yuuta the more he came to believe that you were cheating on him. He rarely smiled anymore, he had the dark bags under his eyes again like when he first arrived at the school, he was constantly training, and he was alone. He was nothing without you in his life. He became something he didn’t want to become.
Then one day, he snapped.
It was a rainy night when Yuuta got back from a mission of a powerful curse. He was panting lightly, his hair damp and wet sticking to his face, blood splattered on his white uniform. He was exhausted and needed you more than anything else right now. He had gotten hit on the head and was slightly dizzy as he stumbled down the hall as quietly as possible. He didn’t know where you would be, but at this hour he assumed you would be asleep by now. So, dragging his squeaky shoes across the ground, he found himself standing in front of your room.
He was swaying back and forth as he raised his fist to knock on the door, and immediately after he knocked he opened the unlocked door. Freezing in his spot at the sight of you. You weren’t asleep. Or alone. Yuuta felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, and his jaw tightened subconsciously.
“What the fuck is going on?” Yuuta spat, not even recognizing his voice.
You jumped from your position on the bed, looking at Yuuta with wide eyes. “Yuuta, baby I can explain,” You started.
“Don’t bother,” He growled at you. “Get the fuck out.” He glared at Maki who was laid down beside you.
“Yuuta-” You tried to say.
“I’m not talking to you right now,” He told you, still staring at Maki. “Get the fuck out.”
“No,” Maki answered.
“Excuse me?” Yuuta asked.
“I said no,” Maki sat up. “Look, I’ll be the bearer of bad news. Yuuta, you need to get the fuck out. I’m honestly surprised that it took you this long, but Y/n doesn’t want to be with you anymore. It’s that simple. So, get the fuck out.”
Yuuta stared in silent disbelief, his eyes were jumping between Maki and you, and you didn't say anything. He straightened his posture and looked at you. “Is this what you want?” He asked you.
“I’m sorry, Yuuta,” You replied, looking down at the bed.
For the second time in the past five minutes, Yuuta felt his heart break. He was feeling so many emotions at the same time that he didn't know what to do. He stood in place for a minute, and then with a scoff he took the ring off his finger and threw it at you.
“Fine. If that's how you want it to be,” He spat. “I don't need you. I just needed you to become a better me.”
Then Yuuta turned around and stomped out of the room, slamming the door closed on his way out and heading to his own room. He was muttering to himself as he angrily walked down the hall, about how he didn't deserve anyone loyal to him, that no one would genuinely love him for him, that he would die alone like he was destined to. He was sad, he was angry, he was feeling so many different things he felt like he was truly breaking down.
As soon as he closed the door of his room behind him, Yuuta slid down the wall, holding his sword close to him as he leaned his head on the door, tears welling in his eyes. A stifled sob escaped past his mouth, and he immediately covered it with his hand out of fear that someone would hear him. Then again, he didn't care too much. He closed his eyes tightly shut and let the tears fall.
After months of worries, anxieties, and doubts, Yuuta finally had his answer. There was someone else. He didn't want to believe it, but he was forced to now. He saw it with his own two eyes. Your half naked bodies intertwined with one another, the sight alone made him want to sob his eyes out. He loved you more than anyone else. So why didn't you love him back?
Yuuta was unable to contain all of his crying sounds, now completely sobbing as he held onto his sword so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He couldn't help but let it all out. He was holding so much in while he waited for an answer, and now that he got his answer, he didn't want to hold back his emotions. He was upset more than anything. Upset that the first person he loved after Rika was cheating on him with a fellow classmate, upset that half of the relationship was built on a lie, upset that you didn't love him anymore. He didn't want to cry, he wanted to man through it and be strong, but he couldn't. There was no way he could. He wasn't that type of person.
No matter what, Yuuta could never hate you. He might've been angry in the moment of realization, but he could never despise you. Even though you've broken his heart, he would still have respect for you. You were a strong sorcerer, and he knew that. He would still respect you, he just wouldn't love you anymore. After all, what would be the point if you never loved him in the first place?
He wanted to ask you just one question. Did you ever love him? He couldn't, though. There was no point anymore. You clearly didn't have feelings for him anymore, so why should he dwell on the thought that it was never real in the first place? At the same time, he didn't want to know the answer. For all he knows, you could say that you never loved him, that you just felt bad after Rika so you said yes to the date and then realized you couldn't back out at the last second.
Yuuta remained crying for what felt like hours and in reality was only thirty minutes. He eventually passed out, still leaning against the door holding his sword, finally getting the first wink of sleep in months.
He was torn apart from this, but he saw it coming from miles away. He knew it wouldn't work out well, he just didn't think it would be like this. Yet, he wasn't surprised. He shouldn't be. He should've known you wouldn't love him that long. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve you. He understood why you chose Maki, for she was a much better choice than he was. He just didn't think it would happen so soon.
Yuuta remained asleep until the middle of the next day when Panda knocked on the door and he woke up. Except this time, he looked dead inside. He didn't smile once after that, he didn't cry anymore, he was stronger because of this.
He didn't need you. He just needed the heartbreak to make him stronger. He's realized that now. He doesn't need anyone. They’ll all leave him anyways.
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I'm blinded by the lights. No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch, i said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night. Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust.
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