#♫ / ❛ NSFW. ╱ :･ﾟ ♪ *

[shouyuus]

─── B R A T

a series of nsfw drabbles about brat tamers and the various scenarios in which their brats (you) need to be tamed, vaguely inspired by charlie xcx's iconic album. you'll find everything from orgasm denial to dom!reader in the drabbles below -- don't say i didn't warn you!

─── TERMS OF PURCHASE .ᐟ.ᐟ

this will be a nsfw multi-fandom collection including haikyuu, bllk, lads, wbk, and arcane, based on my favs and my interpretations! please dni if you are a minor!!!! drabbles will the written out of order, and your (my) mileage may vary. drabbles will also vary in length and trigger warnings will be updated as they get written. pls filter for your own best experience!

─── ♫ TRACKLIST ♪

▷ 360 ft takami keigo

being keigo's date to a media event is a given, but apparently, behaving yourself isn't

▷ talk talk ft itoshi sae

you decide to get mouthy with sae. only thing is, he's very good at giving you the silent treatment

cw: smut, slight D/s dynamics, brat!reader, brat!tamer sae, silence kink, spanking, light degradation, light allusions to pain kink!reader

▷ everything is romantic ft hinata shouyou

somehow, he makes even brat taming romantic

▷ rewind ft itoshi rin

you won't stop bugging him, so he won't stop making you cum and cum and cum

▷ apple ft xia yi zhou/caleb

"you were always a crybaby... only difference now is that i can do something about it."

▷ mean girls ft qi yu/rafayel

you're used to rafayel's temper tantrums by now, so he should be used to the consequences

▷ hello goodbye ft bakugo katsuki

you're feeling down, and katsuki thinks of an unorthodox way to prove that you can do anything you set your mind to

▷ guess ft hayato suo

you won't wear the panties he got you? fine then, you don't get to wear any at all

↺ guess (billie ver) ft vi

vi decides that she's had enough of you fussing over your underwear

[fortunxa]

VIDEO CONNECTION . . . (nsfw)

# cw. virtual sex, masturbation, dirty talk, teasing, taunting(?), praising, fwb(?), yearning, smut with plot, modern au. mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ

# wc. 2.4k

—inspired by . . . Girls on the Internet ♪♫♪

Jinx had always been reckless, but this? this is a whole new kind of thrill.

you had met online months ago—just another faceless username in a sea of them. a random server, a few playful insults, and somehow, you had become her person—the one she stayed up with, the one who made her stomach tighten with anticipation every time her phone chimed with a new message.

the video calls had started off innocent, too; late-night conversations, inside jokes, teasing comments that made you both linger a little too long. then curiosity crept in. you wanted to know what Jinx looked like when she stretched in the morning, all soft and sleepy. she wanted to see you fresh out of the shower, hair damp, skin glistening. you tested the waters with small slips—a bare shoulder here, a flash of skin there—until the tension was unbearable.

one dare turned into a challenge, a stolen glimpse into a full view. and now? now, there are no secrets left between you.

and tonight is no different.

Jinx sits back against the headboard, one leg bent, the other stretched out, her laptop positioned just right, the glow of the screen casting a soft light over her bare skin. the only thing she’s wearing is a loose tank top, thin enough to show the faintest outline of her nipples, and a pair of vibrant blue lace panties that ride high on her hips—just enough to cover, just enough to tease, meant to be seen; she’s barely bothering to keep up the pretense of modesty.

she drums her fingers against her thigh, anticipation curling hot in her stomach. she had been waiting for this all day, her needy cunt dampening her underwear and begging to be played with.

you always unwind together, always let the other watch. touching yourselves with nothing but pixels and distance between you, whispering things you shouldn’t, making each other feel without ever actually feeling.

she had never met you in person, never once felt your skin or breathed the same air. Jinx has never been shy, but you have a way of making her feel exposed, even when she isn’t stripping down in front of the camera.

the screen flickers, and you appear; hair tumbling over your bare shoulders, lips already parted, skin warm and flushed from the heat of your bedroom. you’re wearing that robe again—deep red, barely held together by the loosest of ties, leaving just enough to make her wish she could reach through the screen and pull it open herself.

you look wreckable, and you want to be—she knows that.

“damn,” she murmurs, licking her rosy lips. “you didn’t waste any time, huh?”

your smirk is slow as your gaze drags over her image on the screen, wanting. “neither did you.”

Jinx shifts, deliberately dragging her fingers up her bare thigh, watching your eyes follow the movement.

she wanted to be good. really, she did; she told herself she’d start with something sweet, ask you how your day was, maybe even tease a little before getting to the part she’d been thinking about since the moment she woke up.

but fuck, you’re right there, looking so soft, so warm, so fucking tempting, and her patience is gone. her tongue darts out to wet her lips, voice dropping into something low, hungry. “you waiting for me to ask nicely, or…?”

you tilt your head, eyes glinting with something wicked. “you could ask nicely.”

she scoffs. “not my style.”

your grin widens as your fingers slip beneath the edge of your robe, parting the fabric just a little more—just enough to tease. “then maybe i’ll make you work for it.”

Jinx just chuckles, genuinely amused this time and completely unbothered because you always say that—you’re usually the first to break, too. “sure you will,” she drawls, her smirk deepening. “go on, trouble. make me.”

you narrow your eyes, the flicker of indignation in them only making her smirk grow. cocky little shit, always so sure of herself.

but you’re not giving up just yet. you lean forward, chest pressing subtly toward the laptop, adjusting the webcam just enough to let her see the way two of your fingers slip between your lips. you hum softly, coating them in warm, wet heat before pulling them out with a quiet, obscene little pop. her gaze darkens instantly.

you trail your slick digits slowly down the valley of your breasts, dragging moisture over flushed skin, watching Jinx watch you. “bet you wish you could touch me right now,” you press on, voice soft and airy, deliberately pornographic. you want her to feel it, to ache for it.

her smirk twitches, her cocky composure wavering just slightly. her pupils are blown wide, her chest rising and falling just a little too fast “you have no idea,” she mutters, voice rough.

your lips curve, heat pooling in your stomach at the way she’s looking at you, at the hunger there. “oh, i think i do.”

she exhales sharply, her fingers twitching against the sheets. “you gonna show me?”

“you first.”

Jinx sighs, feigning disappointment. “so demanding.”

“so stubborn.”

she only grins in return, dragging the moment out, making you wait. instead of stripping fully, she lifts her shirt a little higher—her fingers skimming over her stomach, tracing lazy circles against soft and creamy skin, dipping dangerously low.

so close, but not quite.

“i love when you try to play this game,” she murmurs, her voice a slow, delicious drawl. “really, i do.”

the shift in control is so quick you barely catch it before it’s slipping through your fingers. she feels your resolve waver, and that smug, knowing look is back in full force. “i’ll give you one more chance,” she says, tilting her head. “be a good girl and give in now, and i might go easy on you.”

you suck in a breath, pulse hammering in your throat. you could keep fighting, keep teasing, keep pretending you have the upper hand; but Jinx knows you too fucking well.

you exhale slowly before reaching for the sash of your robe. the silk slips open, revealing smooth, bare skin beneath. “happy now?” you groan, falling back against your pillows.

she drags her teeth over her bottom lip, eyes locked onto your every movement. “getting there.” god, she hates that there’s a screen between you—that you’re right there, and yet still untouchable.

“your turn.”

she shivers as she lets her hand drift lower, lazily pulling her knees toward her chest. “you gonna watch real close for me?” her voice is candy-sweet, purposefully cheeky.

“wouldn’t miss a thing,” you rasp, gripping your sheets in anticipation.

her smirk deepens. good.

“you know,” Jinx purrs, her voice laced with amusement, “there are people out there who’d drop a stupid amount of cash on a camgirl for a show like this.” she pauses, manicured nails dragging over the lacy material of her panties. “but me? i do it just for you.” she pulls the fabric upward, between her puffy folds, whining softly as it digs into her needy clit.

you whimper. actually whimper just from that alone. “fuck.”

“already?” she can feel the weight of your attention, and she relishes it. “you like seeing me like this?”

you swallow hard, fingers moving in slow, teasing circles over your own skin, making yourself shudder. “just keep going.” you want her hands on you, slow and cruel fingers exploring your body like she has all the time in the world. watching her through the screen, the way her hips are rolling lazily against the fabric of her panties, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she grins at you—it’s not enough.

she hums in pleasure, finally releasing the material with a shaky sigh. “tell me what you’re thinking.”

you inhale sharply, eyes locked onto Jinx like you want to devour her. “i’m thinking about how much i hate this distance.”

she chuckles, breathless. “no shit.”

you smirk back, but it falters as your hand moves again, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips as you unceremoniously sink a finger past your aching entrance.

her eyes widen. “fuck. you’re already—”

you nod, eyelids fluttering, and she groans as she finally sheds her loose top to give you something to really look at, pink nipples already hardened and begging for attention. “wish it was me?”

“so bad.” your breath hitches as her perky tits come into view, admiring the way the blue clouds of her tattoo curl above her right nipple; you figure it must’ve hurt getting it done, but you know she enjoyed every second of it—probably let out a small whimper at some point, too.

she hooks her thumbs under the elastic clinging to her hips, planting her feet on the bed as she finally slides her panties down her thighs, kicking them off. “bet you’re so wet for me.”

you moan, pushing your finger deeper as she displays her pink cunt, spreading her own slick folds so you can have your fill. “come on, pretty girl,” she coaxes, voice honeyed and slow. “don’t you wanna let me see?”

you barely hesitate before you scoot closer, letting her see just how much you want this, how much you want her.

“you getting shy on me now?” she tuts, collecting her moisture and dragging it upward, playing with her sensitive bud. “add one more.”

your body tenses at the command, and you comply, easily stuffing a second finger in. she lets out a quiet, satisfied hum, her gaze locked onto every tiny movement, every shift of your hips, every sharp inhale.

“that’s it. good fucking girl,” she murmurs. “feel me?”

“mmm, yeah,” you exhale sharply, your body twitching as you pump in and out at a steady rhythm. “i do.”

she mewls as she applies more pressure against herself, slowly spiraling from the image alone. “how’s it feel?”

you tilt your head back, fully sinking into it. “like your hands are all over me.”

“they would be.”

you whimper, pleasure curling in your gut at the thought of Jinx’s touch instead of your own, her body pressing you down, making you take it. but it’s just you and the screens between you, the grainy flicker of video quality that blurs her edges but never dulls the intensity in her eyes. “where would you touch me first?”

she exhales, free hand trailing to her chest and pinching a hardened peak, before rolling it between her thumb and index finger, mewling like a needy cat from the added stimulation. “mhm, here… and then—” her back arches softly as she teases her tiny hole with shallow thrusts, like she’s touching you instead. “here.”

you let out a ragged breath, your body tightening. “Jinx—”

“look at you,” she murmurs, her fingers moving a little faster. “fucking yourself for me. so needy.” how ironic, you think.

your thighs press together for a second before you force them back open, knowing she’s watching. “shut up,” you mutter, but your voice shakes, pleasure fraying the edges of your words.

“you wish i was stretching you out instead?” she presses, voice dripping with mock sympathy, filthy and thick with heat. “mhm, i know you do.”

you groan, your free hand fisting into the sheets to anchor yourself.

“easy, baby,” she croons, her teasing momentarily softening as your frustration spills over. but her voice—low, syrup-thick—only makes it worse. “wish it was your mouth instead.”

she leans in slightly, her eyes locking onto the webcam with a sharp, predatory gleam, like she’s seeing you, like she’s right there. “wish I could ride that pretty tongue,” she breathes, her lips curling into something downright sinful. but then her voice dips into that slow, taunting drawl again. “you’d love that, wouldn’t you? getting me all messy, still tasting me hours later?”

you’re grateful for your vivid imagination—because right now, you can practically taste her. you imagine it would be rich and heady, intoxicating. salty-sweet, like sweat-dampened skin kissed by heat. you can almost feel the way her juices would linger, sticky and warm, a sinful kind of aftertaste that would make you chase it, again and again, never quite satisfied, never quite finished.

your movements grow frantic, your body desperate, chasing something just out of reach. “you’ll ruin me,” you gasp, your voice breaking, raw with need.

she lets out a sweet, knowing chuckle. because of course she will—the screen between you is nothing but a temporary barrier to something inevitable.

“go faster,” you whimper pleadingly, needing her to feel it, needing her to match you.

and Jinx—despite all her previous teasing—obeys instantly, fingers thrusting into her needy hole and pulling wet squelching sounds from it, arousal dripping onto the sheets below. her whole body shudders at the image of you on top of her, taking what you need, fucking using her.

you let out a soft hum in response, low and breathy. “feel good, baby?”

she groans, brows knitting together as she feels the way her stomach clenches, the way every muscle in her body coils tight like a bowstring about to snap. “you know it does.”

“you gonna come with me?” your eyes flutter shut for a moment before snapping back open, locking onto hers through the screen. “you look so fucking pretty when you do.” her hips jerk under her own touch, and you press on, “pretend i’m right there—pretend i’m inside you.”

she whimpers, her whole body shaking now. “i’m—oh fuck—”

your pulse is pounding in your ears, your body thrumming, her every movement sending heat through your veins. your breaths tangle through the speakers, sharp and uneven, and you can feel yourself slipping, muscles tensing tighter and tighter—

and then she moans, soft and wrecked, and you hold back just enough to catch a glimpse of her face twisting in pleasure before you follow. your back arches, breath hitching in your throat as the world shatters in a rush of heat and white noise.

somewhere through the haze, Jinx hears her name spilling from your lips, breathy and desperate, like she’s right there, pressed against you, instead of miles away.

for a long moment, there’s only the distant hum of the laptop and the sound of breathing—heavy, shaky, spent—as you ride the same wave that crashed over the both of you.

“holy shit,” she pants, voice wrecked as she drags a hand through her messy hair. “i felt you.”

you let out a breathless laugh, watching as her juices trail down to her peach-shaped ass, glistening in the faint glow of her screen, wishing you could be the one to lick her clean. “mmm. that good, huh?”

Jinx finally cracks a lazy, exhausted grin. “imagine how much better it’ll be when i’m actually there.” she exhales sharply, taking in the sight of you—flushed, glowing, perfect.

your gaze darkens, lips curling into something wicked.

“then hurry the fuck up and come get me.”

oh, she would.

the idea was there, execution debatable 🩷

[pink7princess]

maybe, for a bit.

abby tries riding your (her) strap for the first time!!

┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ content: nsfw!!! top-ishfem!reader calls abby—“mommy” still, switch/subby abby :333

┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ authors note: this is a tad short but it’s abby so likeee (the goodie goodness!!!) this is inspired from this twitter sfm...i know, i know, owen is there…MEGA YUCK. but!!! stay with me now. imagine you in his place. GOD DAMNNNN WATCHING HER PRETTY PINK ASS BOUNCE ON IT AHHHHH mommy lemme hit fr :p

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪: scream my name—thomas larosa

abby had a rough day at the gym today. and shit, school (college!au) was kicking her ass too. but—gladly, the semester was almost over. she really really needed to blow off some steam. she was constantly exhausted and made a fuss about everything from being overwhelmed 24/7. now, abby’s pouting as she struggles to use the right key on the lock of your shared apartment. you hear the jangling of her keys outside the front door as you relax on the couch, legs propped up, sipping iced tea with glossed lips around the straw. your eyes, glued to your phone screen, scrolling & reading wlw webtoons. you’ve been waiting for abby to watch a movie or a show tonight, because like the sweet girlfriend you are—you love to ease her pretty mind. but little did you know, she was so whiney and tired…you wanted to help another way.

abby groaned as she stumbled in, throwing her head back, "fuck—baby," she whines with a scrunch of her pretty nose, tossing her bag beside the door. you jerk your head to the door at her complaint, a huge smile growing across your face, "come here."

you hop off the couch, arms open, embracing her pretty body. she’s wearing a compression long sleeve and you could feel her sweat. abby's body is incredibly warm, goodness—you know she must've overworked herself at the gym. you shake your head disapprovingly, “should’ve skipped it today.” she holds your waist close, letting you stand on you tippy toes to kiss her drenched cheek. she kisses the top of your head, “fuck. yeah.” abby’s exhale stirs your chest, making you cheekily smile.

you look up at her with admiration, loving her perseverance despite how fatigued she is, “come on, you need to relax.” you rub her shoulder in a massaging manner, making her sigh longingly. “alright.”

you lead her to the couch, eyes watching her over your shoulder with a little smirk.

plopping on the softness, you pull her beside you. with a silly chuckle, you sprawl across her, head on her thighs and your legs sticking up on the top of the couch. you reach for the remote on the coffee table.

turning the tv on, your other hand rubs her own that she places on your stomach, you ask with a sing-song voice, “should we continue arcane—orrrrr…” your eyes fix on the screen, scrolling through netflix, studying multiple titles. abby tosses her head back on the couch, a dramatic groan leaving her soft lips, “i don’t know.”

you glance up at her, intrigued by her sudden annoyance. abby’s eyes rest shut as gulps preciously. you can tell how drained she looks. man. “what do you wanna do, huh, baby?” you tease, staring down at her hand, tracing her fingers.

“i-i don’t know.” she whispers gently, sounding so soft, “we don’t have to watch tv.” you smile gently, turning the tv off and tossing the remote on the table.

she rubs her face using her other hand, exhaling roughly. you tilt your head lovingly, “want me to run you a bath, pretty girl?”

you flip your body, turning fully towards her, giving her your undivided attention. laying down flat on your side, your hands rest flat on top of one another, resting on abby’s thigh, separating your head from her thigh.

abby shakes her head no, finally looking down at you. her eyes scan your angelic features, painting how she’s so sweetly in love.

“what do you want me to do?” you question, voice small.

you inhale, trying to think, rubbing your soft calves together.

suddenly—you accidentally catch the delicious scent between her legs. fuck, your chest tightens with sudden arousal. her after-gym smell…it always unlocks something primal within you. you don’t fucking know why.

it feels almost predatory how turned on you get…but the ironic thing is—you look like prey. abby constantly tops you. but not always.

you smirk mischievously, sitting up slowly. “hey, abs.” abby watches your gentle body moving, almost hypnotized.

without a word, your gaze bores into hers, seeing past her exhaustion. her eyes crave your affection. but how? ohhhh, you know.

you lean forward, kissing her pouty lips, instantly sticking your tongue in. you straddle her lap, hands groping her tense shoulders. her eyes widen at the familiar feeling, melting into your touch. abby’s been so caught up in schoolwork, the two of you have hardly done together anything in the past month. but, the way one of your hands linger to her waistband will say otherwise.

~~~ ⚢ ~~~

you don’t know how. but you sure know why—abby, an average topper is writhing above you, softly panting curses under her breath. your adoring eyes scan her body, mesmerized by her naked bottom half, panties hung to her ankle and chest still plastered with that sexy compression shirt.

you convinced her somehow, probably by your wandering hands and teasing eyes, on suggesting you could loosen up her nerves. your sexy plea made abby consider it. however—within abby’s quick thought process, you had eagerly scrambled to go retrieve the strap and harness, bringing it back with a huge goofy smile. you wanted to help her. the way she helps you. and—come on, there’s a first time for everything.

abby felt proud in a way. sighing with a growing smile, she nodded you over.

the sight of her spreading her legs to take this big thing excited you.

as you lay in your pink push-up bra—you grip abby’s hips tightly, feeling her warm silk chiffon skin shake under your hot palms. her hips undulate sharply as she holds your torso, balancing herself well. her soft choked whimpers create a tightness in your chest as you gawk at how the fat strap slips in and out her juicy pussy deliciously, so fucking deliciously.

you can feel her burning gaze while you pathetically stare up at the unfamiliar view.

my god, she almost looks like she belongs on top of you like this.

her compression long sleeve is blocking something you need to see. your hands push up her shirt almost frantically, letting her small tits plop out. and oops—abby hisses as the cool air hits her pretty pink nipples, your fingers groping her goosebumped skin. god, the sight of her shirt riding up makes you bite your bottom lip harshly with lust. you lean forward and needily take one of her small plump tits in your mouth, sucking the nip till the hardness softens. “fuckkkk,” she cries out, eyes rolling back with a pant. your soft hands grip her doughy ass cheeks, spreading her pussy lips, letting the strap graze every part of her gushing hole.

you and your desperate doe eyes watch her puffy clit slam against the harness, up and down, the hypnotizing sight making your mouth salivate. an appetizing creamy white ring at the base of the dildo is slicking a jarring white. your gaze lingers back up to her contorted features. her body makes your eyebrows furrow with overwhelmed desire, loving how she’s practically falling apart above you. her strong big body on your gentle one…ugh—it’s just too fucking good. you huff out roughly, brain fuzzing as if you could actually feel it.

abby is so fucking sexy. lord, why haven’t you tried this earlier? her urgent gasps. the way her ass is shaking in a such pornographic way. this is somehow fucking your dumb brain stupid. but, craziest thing is: you’ve never seen her unravel like this—god, it turns you on so badly. because i mean, yeah— you’ve seen her cum a billion times grinding her wet clit against the harness when she fucks you—or orgasming from your sweet tongue or fingers! but…this? the dick she uses to fuck you is so deep in her sopping cunt, bruising her throbbing cervix? fucking shit—your mind is so cloudy with the sight of her jiggling tits and erotic moans.

you love this, damn, you can feel your arousal leaking down to your asshole. however—this type of wetness was…drastically different from your average desire. it seems the need of your own release—is simply faltering, giving way to the rooted desire of needing to watch her eyes flutter shut as she gasps with a squeal, cumming all over your dick. this feeling…you’ve never craved it as much as now.

this is full lesbian intoxication, abby’s puffy pink lips, gaped, head thrown back pathetically…toned abdomen sweaty, her loud slick, heaving chest, fuck, and the best part—her blonde bush. you start whimpering at the state of your shaking girlfriend.

abby’s grip on your torso is almost mean, the plunging strap hitting that velvety spot over and over.

her heavy thrusts down on the strap makes your smaller frame shake.

the way her solid thick thighs ripple against your cute plump ones continuously makes your needy ass wish this could last forever. shit, she looks way too good on you like this. her ass is slapping against your skin, the sensual sound making your heart ache with the crave of wanting to be with her and her only for the rest of your fucking life. abby groans deeply, “fuck this stupid shirt,” making you softly chuckle as you realize the way it was riding up must’ve been gathering heat.

she pulls her shirt over her head, struggling a bit with the sleeves. you laugh a little, hands attempting to help but the moment you reach for her, she finally tosses it on the floor.

fuck.

abby’s freckled muscular shoulders and tender boobs loom over you, creating a heavenly sight. her glassy blue eyes plead such desperation, making you wince with the crave to resolve her pleasure. “c’mere, mommy.” you gently whisper, eyes locked onto hers, smaller arms spread for a hug.

abby leans down, taking you in her arms almost as she does in missionary… and you grin widely, her freckled cheeks coming into view. abby’s soft face had seemed to gather a sheen of sweat, making her glow in such a precious way. the way her face twists with a pain-like expression (raw pleasure) makes your small ass want to.. for some reason…protect her.

this must be what abby feels when you’re beneath her.

abby’s pace slows slightly, her sexy hips no longer bouncing, now—grinding deeply. her begging lips, only inches away, fanning her hot breath, dawns a bright pink blush on your cheeks.

her strong nose grazes your cheekbone as you both happen to gaze down between your bodies and…the strap is buried. inside. her. witnessing the sight together...damn, the new power dynamic you unlocked made both of you red.

abruptly, abby pathetically kisses you, her wet lips gripping yours. her taste ignites an incredible new idea. and shit—you know it so well because obviously, abby’s done it a million times to your whiney ass. her tongue continues dancing with yours as you raise your thighs, lifting her slightly. you hold abby’s waist tightly, beginning to pump your hips up into her, fucking her slowly.

she moans into your mouth, hands resting on your shoulders as the sounds reverberate into the steamy kiss.

you accelerate your thrusts, kissing her harshly as if you were close. you can tell how the tip is grazing her g-spot rather too well when abby’s gentle whimpers become frantic. her breath quickens, gasping sharply, gripping your shoulders as she definitely leaves crescent-shaped indents from her nails. her cream still gathers at the base, blocked by the harness, sadly incapable of reaching your own. shit—you wince with a sort of anger, thrusting faster, wishing you could feel her. you whine softly feeling her heat against the leather. ”fuck, mommy.”

abby pants your name rapidly under her breath, in a panicky manner, whimpering and eyes watering, “i’m-gonna…shit—c-cumming-!” her voice squeaks as her thighs writhe, her body completely quivering.

her voice hitches as her eyes roll back, drool dribbling down her lip from having her mouth parted for so fucking long. abby’s sounds subside, the room only echoing the claps of your continuing hips.

she washes over her orgasm, shuttering, burying her face in your neck, voice quaking, “fuck…” her cum gushes down the strap, coating it a bright white.

your hips gradually move to a passionate pace, pistoning deeply, fucking her cum back into her dripping cunt.

you wish nothing else could ever matter.

your thrusts fully come to a stop, the panting abby slowly moves up, shaking as she lets the strap slip out with a squelchy plop.

abby sighs deeply with a huge smile, leaning down to kiss you lovingly, her sweat on her temples making you feel so glad that you relieved her in a new way today.

“that was…” she quietly whispers against your lips, “we should do that more.” her sexy words make you nod fervently, your tired grin spreading across your bright red face.

“yes, please.” your voice sounds small, lovingly watching her sweaty body with joy—a little more than you should. abby teasingly beams, “you liked that, huh, you gorgeous girl?” her lips brush against your sensitive neck, pecking your sweet skin. abby’s voice was no longer ginger but sensual. her hands push off you as she leans off your lap.

you groan, missing her weight on you. your pretty eyes follow her plump freckled ass, showing a huge glint of patheticness. abby notices and grins devilishly,

“don’t worry, baby. we can keep going.” her voice was sultry and almost assertive as she went to go grab a hand towel from the kitchen, your gaze following her swaying hips and plump smalls tits. holy hell, her pussy is slightly gaped from how terribly the strap stretched her out, damn.

walking back, wiping her sweaty face, abby’s head flickers to the clock on the wall, realizing the night’s still young.

her mischievous stare lands on the gooey strap, smiling back at you, loving your cute eager face.

“can we?” you ask, your tone kind and eyes glimmering.

“alright definitely, maybe—just maybe, for a bit.”

~~~ ⚢ ~~~

chat this was a little self indulgent because i may or may not be ovulating… and worst of all, the wet dream i had after watching that stupid video was ACTUALLY insane🎀 I LOVE YOU SUB ABBY!!!!!

[channieskies]

L O S E R [HJS]

♫ Pairing: Han Jisung × Reader [F] ♫ Summary: His father disapproves of his life choices, and it subsequently causes a rift between the two of them. Jisung only has one person he feels he can rely on, his best friend. With hopes of becoming one of the biggest rockstars that ever lived, he embarks on a journey to fulfill his life dreams. Will he make his dreams come true with his friend by his side, or will he even sacrifice friendship to live out his fantasy's? ♪ WC: 19.7k [READING TIME: 40-60 MINS] ♪ AU: Highschool, Rockstar ♪ Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff (adjacent), Friends to (??) ♪ Nets: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society ♫ A.N: I started writing this over a year ago (Nov 2023) and I've been writing on it little by little since then. When the "Hold My Hand" mv came out, I got burst of inspiration I needed to finish this. I took a while to finish, but it's here. This has not been proofread. Please reblog and leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Special thanks to @therhythmafterthesummer thanks for rooting for me with this one. I don't think I could have finished it without your encouragement. Dividers by @saradika-graphics ♫ Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction. ♫ Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Unprotected sex (Be safe and wrap it up. This is fiction, a controlled narrative. I make the rules. Life isn't that simple, so be safe), creampie (semi), cum shot, slight degradation (male receiving), slight femdom/sub (male) dynamics, choking, cum play, cum eating, spiting, hair pulling (male receiving). Do not translate or repost here or on other sites. This chapter contains use of explicit language.

Loser, 외톨이, 센 척하는 겁쟁이 못된 양아치, 거울 속의 넌 Just a loser, 외톨이, 상처뿐인 머저리 더러운 쓰레기, 거울 속의 난, I'm a...

The words resounded in the back of Jisung's mind as he continued to feel the kicks and punches from his classmates. See, with him, you either liked him or you didn't. Sadly, there didn't seem to be an in-between. There was no indifference and there didn't seem to be many that liked him, either. He had a handful of acquaintances, but only one good, true friend. She was the light of his life, that and music. In times like this, when he was beaten and battered, cast out, and torn down by the world, he knew that if he just held on, she'd be there. 

There to comfort him, there to lift him up, there to hold his hand and tell him that it gets better. That's what he had to hold on to, “it gets better.” The promise of that alone gave him enough hope that he'd get through these tumultuous teenage years and one day look back at this and consider it a learning experience. Just something he could mark off as a growth exercise. At least that's what he hoped. He hoped to turn all the shity life struggles into art. His words, his life, his voice. He refused to be a loser.

Jisung wanted nothing more in life than to play his music for the people who appreciated it. For the most part that meant that he was playing it for a crowd of one, you. But he didn’t mind if the venue wasn’t fancy, or if it was just one person taking in the songs that he performed. Just the look of pure joy on your face from listening to his voice, gave him enough hope that one day he could do this on a larger scale. He just hoped that you would be one of the smiling faces when he looked out at the crowd.

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Prestige, influence, wealth. Was that really something worth betting your life and sanity on? According to his parents it was absolutely worth it. Those things were the reason the Han's were where they were in life and they would bite their tongues and die before ever going back to being poor and worthless. At least that's how his father saw things. “Jisung, you have to listen to your father. All he wants is for you to have a good life. Not waste it away-”

“Id waste away staying here. Mom…” He stopped throwing things in his bag to hold his mothers hands, to look her in the eyes. He wanted her, if no one else in this house, to understand why he had to leave. It wasn't about the constant fights with his father, or even the fact that he just couldn’t and probably would never live up to what his older brother had become. He wasn’t built for the life that his parents had set up for him. It physically pained him to even think of himself trapped in the box of boring, yet successful, that his parents wanted to fit him into.

No, he just felt unfulfilled, dead inside. He was slowly rotting away with every breath he took under the rule of his fathers thumb. “I can't let him dictate what should and should not make me happy. Music is everything to me, you know this. So please, just let me go. You know I can't survive here.” He dropped his head, looking at the floor, “He'll kill everything about me.. until there is no use in being alive.” He had made up his mind. Despite the comfort that being home provided him, he’d rather take his chances out on the streets than endure one more moment trapped inside of this amenity filled mansion.

His mother gasped. Just the thought of her baby not being on this earth anymore, crushed her. She pulled her son into a hug for what might be the last time. “There is money in my purse, take that with you. Okay?” She grabbed his face, taking in her son's features. She caressed his chubby cheeks and placed kisses on both. “I love you. Forever and always.” The front door slammed downstairs, alerting them to his father's arrival. The panic set in on both his and his mothers faces.

Oftentimes Mr. Han seemed like he hated Jisung, his own son, just like he hated people who weren't in the same social economic class as him. They had no drive or ambition according to him, no will to make their life better, to be better. As if people didn’t fall on hard times, or suffer from any mental illnesses, making it hard for them to keep a job. He was a hypocrite. Jisung’s grandfather didn’t keep a steady job for years, and the jobs he had were very low income. He provided for his family as best he could, but apparently people like that were scum to Jisung's father. Being poor and struggling were things that his father had long left behind. Along with things like passion, empathy, and even love.

“HAN JI SUNG! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT.” Jisung's heart quickened with the sound of his fathers angry, booming voice. His anxiety was starting to kick in, his breathing picked up, just as his extremities started to lightly shake. He had to have heard about Jisung's outburst in school today, which resulted in the cops being called to his prestigious catholic high school. With his fathers position in the Mayors office, of course this news made it to him. The police probably went and told him the news themselves. This wasn't going to be good. 

“Go out the back, I'll distract him.” She kissed his forehead and headed down the stairs, swiftly. Jisung stuffed all the clothes he could into his duffle, and started out the door, just to stop in his tracks. Next to his bed was a picture of him and his best friend. The one person who could get him through anything. From breakups and heartbreak to bouts of depression, they had been through almost everything together. He grabbed the frame and carefully stuffed it into the bag. 

“I know he's here! Move out my way woman!” He pushed past his wife, physically moving the small woman out of his way. Jisung could hear his fathers heavy footsteps as he made his way up the grand staircase in the foyer. Panic began to flow through the young boy's body. Making sure the coast was clear, he headed out into the hall from his room. The nearest exit of sorts was way at the end of the hall, two whole bedrooms and a bathroom away from his little corner room upstairs. 

He wasn’t much of a runner, even if he was considered to be quick, but he put all of the techniques he’d learned in physical education to work, sprinting down the hall. He made it to his brother's old room and out onto the balcony. Even though he was deathly afraid of heights, this was his only option, if he wanted to escape. It was fight or flight, and he was sure if he tried to fight his dad he’d die. His dad was filled with rage at the current moment and that did not bode well for Jisung. All he could see over the edge was the garden that bordered the pool. 

His mothers pretty array of hibiscus flowers and the cherry blossom tree that sat not far from the window, well manicured and perfect, just like everything else in the Han family’s life. He could hear his father nearing closer, his booming voice filling the large halls and bouncing off the walls, even with the constant pitter patter of his fast beating heart. It was now or never. He closed his eyes, the voice of his best-friend rang through his head, “You can do anything you put your mind to, Ji.” It was like her words gave him wings. That was all the reassurance he needed. 

Just as his father burst through the door to his brother's room, Jisung took the leap. He landed on the bushes below with a loud thud. His father's head peaked over the balcony. “You better stay right where you are, young man.” There was a small tinting of something else besides anger and disdain on his fathers face. 

But Jisung didn’t have the time to try and decipher it as his father made his way back into his brother’s room. No, if he didn’t want to face whatever was coming his way via his fathers slightly justified anger, he needed to go. Jisung hurried to his feet, running out the back gate of their sprawling mansion grounds, never to look back again. 

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“Shit…” He'd been roaming for hours now. The afternoon had turned into evening. The beautiful blue tinted sky shifted into pinks and purples and now it was just pitch black. He had nowhere to go. His feet hurt, his stomach hadn’t stopped grumbling since he got a few miles away from home, and he was terribly tired. Then there also was the fact that he had stupidly left the money his mother wanted him to have, right where she told him it was. He was broke and homeless. Not the best combination at the young age of eighteen. But most had survived worse. At least that's what that weird side of youtube and tik tok said. He was sure he would make it too. At least that's what he hoped.

He walked aimlessly until the streets started to look familiar. The houses were smaller than the ones in his- well his parents neighborhood, but that didn’t make them small. The mini mansions had long curving driveways and tall fences to keep the riff raff out. Well, guess you could say he was the riff raff now. 

He was a delinquent with an extensive record. Trespassing, disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace, failure to disperse, affray, unlawful assembly, and resisting arrest, the last two were tacked on today. The other charges had been adding up since his fifteenth birthday. The only reason he was a free man was the simple fact that he was a Han. He knew that, and it ate away at his core.

Well manicured lawns with expensive cars in the park. This was your side of town. Your family was quite well off as well, just in a different way. Building on the wealth that your maternal grandfather had built for your family. Your parents weren’t as power thirsty as his father was. But that wasn’t saying that they didn’t take your future success in life very seriously. They did. Your schedule was often packed to the brim with extracurriculars and volunteering, just to make sure that your high school resume made it easier for you to get into a good university.

He recognized your street name and he took off in a sprint. Trying to hurry his way to your house. He needed to see you. He needed reassurance for you that he did the right thing by running away. Because without your words of encouragement, he doubted he’d be able to survive the night, let alone live like this. He’d just have to tuck his tail between his legs and go back home to receive whatever punishment his father deemed appropriate. He had nearly a block to go when the familiar sound of sirens and the look of security lights stopped him in his tracks. “Where are you headed to, son?” Jisung sighed. He didn’t need this right now.

“My friend lives on the next block.” 

The guard got out of his car and approached Jisung, an uncertain expression on his face. He didn’t even attempt to hide it. The round and nearly bald, older man looked Jisung up and down, eyes doubtful of his story. “Right, and what is this friend's name?” The man pulled out an iPad with a list of residents in this large subdivision. 

“Y/l/n, Y/n. She lives with her parents…” He sighed, “Dr. And Mr.'s Y/l/n.” Jisung peered over the tablet to see if he could find you, only to find the guard way too immersed in a game of candy crush. “Seriously?” 

The security guard cleared his throat and tapped out of his games screen. “What was the name again?” with an exasperated sigh, Jisung told him your information again. He quickly contacted them, stepping away from Jisung to talk. 

“Yes, good evening. This is Sheldon with Rutherglen Security. I was out on patrol this evening when I spotted a young man out on a run with a duffle bag. When I stopped him he informed me he was trying to go see the daughter of this residence..- ah, his name?” He looked back at Jisung who was impatiently tapping his fingers on his jeans as he stood in the middle of the road, bag strapped across his chest. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Jisung. Han Jisung.” The man nodded and looked away again.

“Jason? Han Jason- Oh okay. I'll make sure to drop him off expeditiously.” He hung up and turned to the boy again. “I guess your story adds up. Get in. I'll drop you off.” He said nothing more and made his way around the tiny smart car, getting in. Jisung eyed the vehicle apprehensively. The window slowly rolled down, “On with it! I don't have all night.” 

The ride was short, he was nearly a block away when he was stopped. The gates to the driveway opened, revealing the lit up rounded pathway that led to the cream colored, French style home with black accents. It was traditional enough not to stick out, but still had a bit of modern flare to it. Truthfully, Jisung always thought your parents were like their house. Vocal, but both vocal enough to rock the boat. 

Some of their opinions didn’t line up with the traditional values of the overall community of Rutherglen, and he admired that. The security guard parked right in front of the house. Jisung could see someone jogging down the staircase inside. The lights in the house lit up with motion, so it made sense to him. The wooden door swung open to reveal a very winded girl, dressed in a band tee and bicycle shorts. 

“Haven't you gotten yourself in enough trouble today?” You rushed out before he could even unbuckle his seat and open the door. “Thank you so much…” Your eyes met the security guards as you leaned into the open window.

“Sheldon.” The security guard nodded.

“Sheldon. Thank you so much.” You opened the door for your friend only for Sheldon to speak up again.

“Excuse me, but are your parents home? I need to go over this with them.” You ushered Jisung out of the car and closed the door, leaning on it as you peeked your head in once again.

“My father is away at a medical conference and my mother is in the Maldives on vacation after major surgery, neither would like to be disturbed. But if you want to hear what my dad sounds like when he's angry, you can give him a ring.” Your voice sounded so sweet, but threatening at the same time. Like honey with the sting of a ghost pepper.

“Ah- no, that's fine. I'll just send them a write up. Have a good night.” He cranked the car back up. “And son, try to stay off the streets at night. You looked like you were up to no good.” 

Before Jisung could answer you interjected, “He will, no worries. Have a beautiful night, Sheldon. Stay safe out there.” With nothing left to say, you pulled your friend into your house and up the stairs to your room. As if the two of you weren't alone, you closed the door. “What they hell, Ji? Your mom called me worried sick, saying you'd gone off and run away. What the hell?” You hissed. You paced back and forth, mind racing.

He sighed, letting the bag he had bared the weight of for just a few hours, fall from him. He was tired and it hadn't even been a day yet. “I.. I couldn't take it anymore. I just knew what he was going to say. What he was going to tell me. How he was going to lay into me for not being good enough. How disappointed he was. How much he wished I could be more like my brother. I just… I couldn't deal with it anymore. He already thinks I'm a failure for not making the grades my brother made. But now I'm even more of a failure.” He plopped onto your fluffy purple bean bag that was situated in your reading nook. 

“Music is to be listened to, not pursued, according to him. I shouldn't entertain these ludicrous fantasies. You know where he took me the other day? To the unhoused encampment near the city center. He told me I'd end up there if I didn't listen to him and do as I was told.” He looked dejected and you wanted to do nothing more than to hold him and tell him everything will be alright. “I guess I just… beat him to the punch.” You sighed, your heart broke for him. He didn't deserve to be treated like that, no one did, really. But especially not Jisung.

“You aren't unhoused, just yet. Tomorrow, I'll skip school and we can look around to find some place to rest your head. Until my parents get back, you can stay here with me. I could use the company.” You could feel a bit of the burden lift off his shoulders and for the first time in a very long time, you saw him smile. He needed this pep talk more than you knew. It made his heart feel a little bit lighter knowing he wouldn’t be navigating this big change in his life without you.

“You know, I don't know what I'd do without you.” He stood unexpectedly and crossed the room to you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You're the best.” You could feel he meant it as he melted into you. He really didn't know what he would do without you. It sounded cliche, but you were literally the wind beneath his wings, his better half. Without you there was no him. He would have come crashing down to earth long ago if it wasn't for you. Your encouraging words always kept him uplifted. Your support always made him strive to be the best at whatever it was he was trying to pursue this week. You were his everything. 

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The next morning you woke up as early as you would for school. You were the top of your class, in line to be valedictorian. They might miss you today, but that didn’t matter as long as you made sure that your best friend was taken care of. Jisung had been there through the worst years of your life. He was quite literally your only friend. The only one who cared enough to stick around when it seemed that everyone in the world turned their back on you, just because the glitter of popularity seemed too tempting to say no to. 

In your freshman year of school your long time best friend Michelle, someone you'd known since babyhood, decided that her popularity over summer break wasn't worth losing. She'd hit puberty and filled out, so that made her popular with older boys. She couldn't take being seen with a “flat chested loser,” like yourself. She acted as though you hadn’t been friends all your lives. She started ignoring you, and the kicker, started rumors that you were doing sexual favors for the grades you were receiving. She knew better, you'd tutored her the summer before, just to make sure she'd have an easy transition into high school. Maybe you should have let her flounder.

You met Jisung during your summer vacation that same year. It was fate, really. You found out he'd moved around a lot before his family decided to settle in Rutherglen. His father had political aspirations, and this would be the perfect place to put down roots and start the career he always wanted. The way he described his folks almost sounded like how yours were. Father with big aspirations to be something better than what his father was. Mother who cares, but will ultimately side with the father. Plus you both had siblings. His older brother that was amounting to big things in life and your younger brother, two years your junior, who was the love of your mothers life. 

You bonded on your love of anime and rock music. Even your views of the world seemed to align. You spent every waking hour with that boy. You exchanged numbers and the rest was history. You'd been inseparable since. So giving up a few hours or days to help your one and only best friend, no matter the circumstances, was absolutely necessary. 

The boy slept like a log. But you understood, he had a hell of a day the day before. He got arrested for staging a protest on campus grounds for LGBTIQ+ rights, which wasn’t the smartest move to make on the campus of an ultra conservative Christian school. His stances went against the school's clear directive, that gay relationships were blasphemous and against all of their beliefs. And though you agree with him, that love is love and should be accepted as such. You knew it would ruffle too many feathers, especially if he didn’t go about it the right way. 

The protest was a mess. He had only managed to get a few students on his side, and they mostly backed out right before the protest was set to begin. The signs the both of you stayed up to make were torn by the kids that liked to ridicule you and bully Jisung. Then when asked by the headmaster to disassemble, Ji stood ten toes down and even cuffed himself to the door that led from the courtyard and into the school. That's how the cops were called. Then he ran away from home. On top of all of that, he almost got detained on his way to your house. 

He deserved to sleep as hard and as long as he wanted. But time was of the essence and him finding at least a roof was imminent. Jisung sounded like a vacuum cleaner as he snored. His mouth was wide open. One leg was under your mattress, how it got there you didn't know and you certainly weren't going to ask. The blanket was wrapped around him like a cocoon and both his hands were stretched above his head like he was superman.

You'd say he looked like a boy with no problems, that was if you didn't know any better. He had plenty of problems. Ones that needed to be handled immediately, you had a “parents are coming home any day now" , type of deadline. You shook him, “Ji, wake up.” He groaned, body flailing a bit. You sighed heavily. His mother told you once that the dead would wake up before she would be able to wake up Jisung in the morning. You could see why she said that now.

“Five more minutes, please?” He pouted in his sleep. The morning sun in its dusty blue haze was starting to peek through the curtains, you needed all the daylight you could afford. 

“No. Get up!” You smacked his chest right over his nipple and he jolted up with a yelp, hitting his head on the ledge of your nightstand. He knocked your lamp over, making it fall to the ground with a hard thud.

“Ow! Why, Y/n?” His pout deepened as he rubbed his head. He looked at you like you’d told him you no longer wanted to be friends. Maybe it was part of his sadness from yesterday that was seeping into the look he was giving you. You didn’t know, but you also didn’t like it. You never wanted him to be sad. To you, he deserved nothing but unadulterated joy. You thought he looked the most handsome when he smiled and nothing else should ever be painted across his lips.

His other hand moved to the spot you smacked, rubbing it while still rubbing the spot on his head. You snorted as you took in the sight, but quickly covered it with concern, seeing that he really was in pain. “I- I'm sorry Ji, I didn't mean to startle you. I just need you up so we can get started. Let me see, yeah?” You moved his hand and inspected the area that had hit your side table. You couldn't see any significant damage past his hair. You kissed the general area. “There. All better?” 

His face heated up, immediately. His thoughts rushed to anything impure he could think of at the moment. He couldn’t help that he was touched starved. He hadn’t had any action since his ex-boyfriend, Minho, graduated over a year ago. Plus, he hadn’t quite come to terms with his new found -okay, maybe they weren’t new and he’s loved you since he first met you,- feelings. Jisung kept his head turned away from you, afraid you'd see the blush that had tinted his cheeks.

“Mhm.” He nodded. Keeping his response simple. He didn’t want you to see his face and use that big brain of yours to figure out just what thoughts plagued his mind about you.

“Well come on, let's get dressed and eat so we can find you some place to stay for a while.” 

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Your mother had been a real estate agent for the past twenty years. She was one of the highest grossing real estate agents in the state. Her vacant properties -which she had plenty of- were what you were going to start with. You'd have to pay extra careful attention to what ones hadn't been looked at in a while and make sure to keep whichever one you settled on that way. “What about that one?” Jisung pointed to a listing of a single family home that was a town over.

“Neighbors would notice. You wouldn't want to be arrested for squatting. I’m sure your dad would love that.” You kept scrolling as he looked over your shoulder, leaning on his hand that was on your arm rests. “It needs to be some place close enough to where I could get to you in case of emergencies, but far enough away from others so they won’t be suspicious.” You chewed on your lip. 

Jisung tried to keep his eyes to himself, but something about the way you looked when you were in full concentration always made his heart flutter. He sighed wistfully. Before all of this happened, he had plans to ask you to be his date to prom. He hoped that if the night turned out well, that he would ask you to be his girlfriend. But he went and fucked things up. His dad did always say he was a good for nothing fuck up. Maybe there was a bit of harsh truth in his words.

“Oh just be honest with yourself, you'd miss me too much if I went too far away.” He chuckled, clearing out his dark thoughts with a joke. Little did he know, he was right. In the four years you'd gotten to spend time with him, even vacations away from each other seemed like torture. Your mother commented once that she'd,

‘Never seen two people who weren't in love, be so attached at the hip. You can’t find one without the other.’ You supposed she was right. A bond like the one you and Jisung had was rare. You considered him your soulmate, your person. So, no, you didn't want him to be too far away. You honestly didn't think you'd be able to handle that. It’s also a part of the reason you were afraid to open any of the letters you’d received from prospective universities. You wanted to stay close to home, but your parents insisted you leave the state, to do and see more. You thought you’d seen enough through traveling and would be just fine close to home and Jisung.

“Don't flatter yourself.” You rolled your eyes to sell the act you were putting on. “Someone has to keep you out of trouble.” 

He scoffed, “Your delusions are getting worse each day. You do realize you're like zero for three at this point, right? I got arrested, expelled, and I'm homeless, and that's all from one day!” You rolled your eyes so hard it was surprising they didn't just roll out of your head.

“How is that my fault? Before the protest I told you to talk to the headmaster to get permission or at least someone on faculty to let them know, but you didn't. You could have talked to the civics teacher, I'm sure she would have happily let us protest. Then when asked to disband, you laid into things harder as if the lack of permission wasn't bad enough. It was for a good cause, yes, but you have to know your limits. You cuffed yourself to the door, Jisung. Like, Seriously?! Then you resisted arrest… I have no words to express how stupid that was. So it's no wonder you got expelled, you broke multiple school rules and managed to get arrested, again.” 

You shook your head. You weren’t disappointed in him, you’d leave that to his father. But you did feel he could have gone about things a little differently. “You didn't even bother telling me that you were running away. We could have planned for this. I could have done something to help before you packed your bags. Least you could have done is let me pick you up.” His arms moved from the arm rest to wrap around you. 

He knew he had you worried, just by the way your eyes looked when you came outside. But his mind was in disarray last night. As soon as he walked in parents house yesterday afternoon he could feel all of what was going to come down on him when his father came home. It was like his mind's eye was open and he could see the immediate future. Said future was telling him he needed to run. That he needed to get out of there before his life ended in that stupid house.

“You can be so annoyingly right sometimes. But it wouldn't be very punk of me if I took the easy way out. Plus, arrest records give me street cred.” You sighed heavily and pushed him away. You couldn’t deal with his strange ideologies right now, you were trying to prevent him from being a common, unhoused, delinquent.

“You're an Idiot.” You mumbled under your breath. You didn't really mean it though. Yes, Jisung made brash, spur of the moment decisions. Yes, they resulted in him being in trouble more often than not. But, Jisung was far from an idiot. Really, he bordered the lines of being a genius. At least to you. He was honestly one of the most sincere and compassionate people you'd ever met. Plus his talent for writing, music, drawing, hell anything he put his mind to creatively, was unmatched. Just don't ask him to play sports. Now, that's when he seemed like an idiot.

“This is it!! Ji, look!” You pointed to the screen, shaking the monitor just from the force. 

“Is that… a van?” You could hear the disgust in his voice, you didn’t even have to look at his face to know his feelings. “You want me to… live in a van?” He grabbed the mouse, scrolling down the page. “There has got to be something… better… right?” It seemed like that was the last property with an actual structure on it, everything else was just land or warehouses. 

“Would you rather a tarp and a cardboard box? Because that might be your only other option.” You quickly pointed out, taking the mouse back from him. “I’m sure one of these vacant warehouses can house you. That is, if you are willing to share your space with roaches, rats, and other creepy crawlies.” He flailed at your words, throwing a small tantrum. 

“Why~ Y/n? Can't I just… stay in your basement or attic or something?” He flopped on your mom's office sofa, still kicking around.

“Because, if my father finds you, He’ll end your life and you know it.” Jisung shuddered at the thought. Your father tolerated him, he always had. He understood that the two of you were friends, but if anything other than friendship happened to spark, he’d flip. He was the type of man that thought his daughter should “preserve her innocence until marriage.” So, that meant he was constantly breathing down your throat about promiscuity and how you should wait. 

That boys, especially ones like Jisung, were not worth your time. He had even had ideal suitors lined up for you to meet during your eighteenth birthday. Someone from a good home with a promising future. Not a homeless dreamer that got expelled from school and ran away from home. To your father, the man for you could never be Jisung, and he had made that known to the both of you in one way or another.

“And he knows exactly what to give me to kill me too. He probably would donate my body to the med school too, just for good measure.” Jisung shuddered at the thought. “Damn it, I hate when you're right.” Your father petrified him. You didn't know this, and he planned on never telling you that your father threatened him the first time they met. Not the first time you introduced them, but the first time they met at the resort. 

Your father had followed you, to make sure you weren't up to anything questionable with the boy you grew so fond of so quickly. He observed from afar, until Jisung got up to use the bathroom. The man towered over the boy, his imposing figure casting a large shadow over him.

“Listen here. That girl that you're chatting up, that's my baby. And as my baby, she gets the benefit of the doubt, you on the other hand, do not. If you're thinking about having sex with my daughter, think twice.” He leaned in, getting down to Jisung's level. 

“I have friends in high and low places. If I wanted to make you disappear, all it would take is a snap of my fingers and poof, you're gone. If you lay a hand on my baby, I'll make sure that's the last time you touch anything with it at all.” It seemed that with every word he spoke he backed him further and further towards the wall, until his back finally hit it. “Keep your hands and your dick to yourself. Understand me?” Jisung nodded slowly, afraid any other action would piss your dad off. “Good.” He patted the boy's shoulder. “Now, hurry up and get back to her. You don't want to keep her waiting for too long, now do you?” Jisung felt like he couldn’t breathe until your father disappeared from his vision. He slid to the ground once the man was gone. That was the day he was glad he had a strong bladder.

So, there was no way in hell he'd be caught here. He didn't want to end up in a ditch somewhere, rotting or worse, he had dreams to fulfill. “Let me see if the lights and water are in my mom's name for this property…” You murmured under your breath. “She doesn't check when small amounts come out of her account. So, as long as you keep your usage low, you should be fine there.” Jisung sat up to look at you, now that his little tantrum was finally over.

All of his thoughts about your father had ceased. Now all he could think about was his fear of losing you. To wake up and not be able to hear your voice, or see your face. How could he survive the wild without you? “Will you come visit me?” You stopped clicking around once you heard the sadness in his voice. You quickly turned around in the office chair to face him. 

“Why would you ask a stupid question like that? You know I will. You living in a weird van can't keep me away. Even if it looks like you’d kidnap children in it.” He laughed at that, your joke lifting his spirits a little. “Now, if you were living in a cardboard box, you might not see me as much.” He kissed his teeth this time, only for you to laugh.

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“How much further is it?” Jisung asked, trailing behind you. You had to ditch the car, the trail was too narrow and overgrown for you to drive it. He hated walking long distances almost as much as he hated running. He was one of the few people who failed physical education, much to the coach's chagrin. They had stated previously that he had the potential to be a great track star. Yeah, that wasn’t remotely the kind of star he wanted to be.

“I think it's just up ahead, there is supposed to be a clearing…” Jisung had his bag and the guitar he had at your house for safekeeping. The one he had at home had been tossed out onto the drive from a second story window. You had a boatload of cleaning supplies, including a mop, bucket, and broom. This place had been abandoned for over a year and a half now, it had to be gross on the inside. 

You could hear him sputtering behind you as he swatted away bugs. “There was no way you could have survived on the outside.” You mumbled, shaking your head. If you were honest, both of you were spoiled little rich kids. Neither of you could survive, especially not without the other. “There!” You couldn't calm the excitement you felt as you saw the silhouette of the van through the trees.

“Fina-fucking-ly.” Jisung huffed, ready to at least take a seat and rehydrate himself. But you had other plans. You opened the van door, the smell of hot air whooshed past you. The pocket door revealed the small kitchen. A sink, floor to ceiling pantry and a counter with a hotplate on top and a mini fridge underneath. You climbed in first.

“This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. At least you have the basic amenities.” You nodded, crawling around on your knees, unaware that Jisung was still standing outside. Apprehension had started creeping its way into Jisung’s subconscious. All the what if's seemingly flying at him all at once. 

“What if you fail? Do you really think she’ll remain friends with a loser that is also a failure?” “What happens when you are here in the dark by yourself?” “What if no one likes your music?” “What if she finds someone else that makes her happier than you do?” “What happens when one of those picks that her father likes sweeps her off her feet? What happens to you then?”

“I don't think I can do this.” He turned on his heels, ready to head back to the car. 

“Ji, wait!” You quickly exited the van to give chase, he had barely made it back to the tree line before you stopped him. His face was red, both from the heat of walking and also from him trying his best to hold back his tears. Maybe he jumped the gun running away from home. He only had two or three months left before graduation, he could have made it that long. But here he was, in the middle of the woods, looking at an abandoned van as prospective housing. 

“If you give up now, you might as well give up on your dreams. Going back home means all of this was for nothing. You might as well throw away all the sheet music and demos you’ve made and go ahead and pick up the law books he was forcing you to read, because you will never do music again if you go back now. Do you want to let your dad win?” He stopped dead In his tracks. Leaving now did mean he was giving up. Going back home to a father that thought of him as nothing but a useless loser was not an option. It might be hard to tough it out, but it wasn’t anything he couldn't get used to. 

He sighed heavily, shoulders drooping with the harsh exhale of breath. “God, I hate that you're always right.” You chuckled. “But, I love it at the same time.” He turned to face you, taken back by the ethereal glow the backdrop of the clearing gave you. You looked otherworldly, a type of beauty that he could never fully wrap his head around. You were the type of person people wrote songs about. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he was one of those said people. He stood there like he wanted to say something, but he just shook his head, letting the thought go. “You have to promise to come see me often. I… I can't do this alone.” You smiled brightly and he reciprocated. How could he not? To him, you had the most radiant smile. 

“Wouldn't have it any other way.” You reached for him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I'll always have your back.”

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Loneliness. That's what he expected to feel out on his own. His first night was full of it. Every little creek and bump in the night caused him to stir. Afraid that a random serial killer would happen upon his trailer and brutally kill him. Truth was, he just watched too many horror films, October wasn’t that long ago after all. Plus, the two of you loved to break tradition and watch horror and thriller in place of cheesy Christmas love stories where there was always a small town guy and a big city girl who fight their differences to fall in love with each other, while simultaneously saving the town's failing get-together spot. It was always the same trope in a different font and you both hated it. 

When a particularly loud sound pulled him from his sleep, his immediate response was to call you. He’d had enough run-ins with the cops to know not to call them when he was squatting on some middle of nowhere abandoned property. He knew that your soothing voice would be the one thing that would calm him down. It was the only thing that made him feel safe. Just hearing your voice would save him from drowning or bring him back from the brink of death.

“Mhm.” Even with just a hum he knew you had been in a deep slumber. It hadn’t even been the blaring ringtone that woke you up, it was the bright screen of Jisung doing his happy dance after trying the cheesecake you made him for his last birthday.

“Will you stay on the phone with me? It's… Kind of scary out here by myself.” He could hear you shuffling, before settling. Jisung was used to being alone; between his parents traveling for work and his brother being away, loneliness was a constant for the boy. But he knew you were always a phone call away. You’d never failed to answer his call, even if you were asleep or busy; you always made time for him.

“Have you been to sleep, Ji? It's like after four.” Your speech was still slurred, but he found it comforting.

“Yeah. But I keep hearing things.” He played with the fringe on one of the throw pillows you'd lifted from your parents' guest house.

“Want me to sing our song?” He knew you hated to sing, you felt that you couldn't. But he liked for you to sing to him, just for him. Felt like a warm embrace. Your voice was sweet and angelic.

“Please?” You chuckled softly.

Clearing your throat, you started to sing. “Wherever you are, I'll always make you smile.

"Wherever you are, I'm always by your side. Whatever you say, you're always on my mind. I promise you "forever" right now.”

He could feel himself sinking into the mattress underneath him. The worries of the day mentally melting off of him with each word you sang. You were his comfort. He closed his eyes as you continued to sing.

“Someone I can love from my heart. Someone I love from the bottom of my heart. In the center of this love. You are my heart…” 

You paused, hearing the light snoring through the receiver. You couldn't help the sleepy smile that spread over your face. “Goodnight, Ji. Love you.” You hung the phone up quickly, missing his sleep riddled reply.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

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The weeks passed by slowly, turning into months. You meant it when you said you’d visit. You were over at Jisung’s place almost every day. Even when things got a little hectic in your schedule you still made time for him. He appreciated that, he really did. But something was off with you. He felt it deep down, every time you canceled on him, or changed the subject when all he asked was a simple question. You were keeping something from him and it wasn’t anything small either. 

Jisung was sitting on the floor of his van, feet dangling out of the open sliding door, plucking at his guitar. There wasn’t much inspiration flowing as of late. Not when his mind was occupied with you and the secret you were keeping from him. He wanted to know, just wanted to come right out and ask you what you were hiding. But he knew if he was going to ask, he needed to do it gently. You’d shut down if he forced you to tell him what was up. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts he didn’t see you come out of the clearing. Not even the dry grass crunching under your sandals could pull him from deep within his thoughts.

“Ji, I think your ears are smoking. You okay?” The sound of your voice snapped him out of it. His fingers stopped what they were doing and he sat up. 

“Huh? My what are what-ing?” He moved his hand to his ear, feeling for whatever substance you said was coming out his ear, only to realize you were joking. He chuckled. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?” His class graduated today. Instead of being out, celebrating with you and taking pictures of this great day, he was stuck in his van. Barred from coming within fifty feet of the school. 

“Are you dumb? What kind of celebration would it be if you weren’t with me?” You pulled your hand that he hadn’t realized you were hiding until you flashed your diploma. “I’m free… from well.. High School.” You chuckled. “Those last few months were tough without you, Ji. I had no one to talk to.” You sighed, but his only response was to hum.

The tension had built up in his head, his intrusive thoughts winning the ongoing battle in his head. “What are you hiding from me?” He spoke suddenly, not even bothering to look in your eyes as he asked. 

You shook the diploma cover you held in your hand, “My diploma. Is… is everything alright, Ji?” You looked at him confused. Chalking it up to maybe he’d been out here too long by himself. It had been two days since the last time you were by, you just couldn’t free up time.

“No, it’s not alright. You have been acting strange for the last month or so.” He sat his guitar down and jumped down out of the van, coming face to face with you. “You know you can trust me, so, why are you hiding something from me?” 

You thought you’d been acting normal. Trying to keep those feelings of betrayal from seeping out of your pores like bottom shelf liquor. “I…” He was right, you had been hiding something, from the fear of feeling like you’d lose him if you told him the truth. 

He sighed, frustration taking over his expression. Being a forced recluse had taken its toll on Jisung. Jisung might have had most of the things a person with an actual apartment had. He had a kitchen, albeit a small one. He had a place to sleep, and a makeshift living room. He had a sink and could go pee outside, plus a hose to hose down with in place of showers.. He had to walk a few miles to the local gym to handle other things like real grooming, so his hard on his face and the top of his head had grown out tremendously. Not to mention places you hadn’t seen.

Jisung had gotten a job in town, and used you as a reference. Now he worked the night shift at a gas station. It gave him something to do in the meantime, to help him save up to move somewhere other than this ultra conservative little town so he could pursue his dream. He had always hoped you’d get accepted somewhere cool so he could tag along and get some gigs. He always wanted to be wherever you were.

“Please, just tell me the truth.” His voice was soft. He just wanted to know the truth.

You sighed, eyes focused on the diploma in your hand. “I’m leaving.” You spoke, but you stayed planted in your spot. Jisung looked at you confused. 

“Now? Or…”

“Right before school starts. I… I got accepted into the university of my dreams…. Ji…” The sadness in your voice was palpable. The excitement hit him before the realization hit. You’d been talking about where you really wanted to go if you ever got the chance. It was in a different country, halfway across the globe. You were leaving. For real.

He took a moment. He didn’t want to seem bitter that you were leaving him. But, you were leaving him. His rock was leaving him to float away. You kept his mind grounded, what was he going to do with you gone?

“I.. I’ve been afraid to tell you. I wanted to tell you in my own way, whenever I was ready. But… It never seemed like a good time.” You were picking at a loose string on the hand stitched leather cover.

It felt like an eternity before Jisung spoke again. “You’re leaving… for uni?” You looked up, alarmed by his voice which was devoid of any type of feeling.

"What happened to us sticking together? Staying close to each other?" He frowned, "So.. you're leaving m-..?" He paused, but quickly corrected himself. "You are leaving Rutherglen?"

“Yes, in a few months.” You nodded, hoping that if you explained you had time before you went it would help him to process it better.

He was trying his best to keep all of his emotions from spilling out like an over boiling pot, but he couldn’t keep it in. “How long have you known?” 

Your brows creased into a frown. “How long have I known that I wanted to go there? You know the answer-”

He stopped you mid-sentence. “How long have you known that you were leaving? How long have you known that you were leaving me behind?” His voice came out calm, but it was the type of calm that led to murders.

“Ji- I- don't know. I just.. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid of how to say it-”

“How long?!” He snapped, scaring the both of you. You’d never witness this side of him. The shade of anger almost reminded you of his father. “Y/n.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

You cut him off this time. “A month.” You spoke matter-of-factly. “I got the letter a month ago and I’ve been riddled with anxiety while trying to figure out how to tell you. You know this is all I ever wanted and I-”

You felt the wind get knocked out of you before you could finish your sentence. “Go.” You stopped speaking as the cold word left your best friend's mouth. “I don’t need you to stay here for my sake. I’ll be just fine by myself.” He didn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth, but somehow, you did. You took a few steps back away from him.

He didn’t dare look at your face, too afraid it would break his heart and make it even harder to say goodbye.

He had to let you go. He knew that and you knew that. All he would be doing is holding you back if he tried to convince you to stay closer to him. He knew this was your dream and he needed to support that. Because all you ever did was support him. He felt it was finally his turn to do the same for you.

If he didn’t let go now, he definitely wouldn’t be able to a few months from now. If he didn’t rip the Band-Aid off now, the wound would never heal. “Just fucking go.” He wanted to congratulate you, tell you just how good you did. That despite all of the hurdles you faced you still came out on top. You deserved to be celebrated. But he couldn’t do that with you, not right now. Not when he was on the verge of ripping his own heart out. He let his long bangs cover his eyes so you wouldn’t look into them and see the immediate regret they held. “Why are you still standing here? GO!” 

You swallowed the enormous lump in your throat. He wouldn’t get your tears, he didn’t deserve them. You couldn’t wrap your head around why he was so upset. You wanted to tell him, you really did. But how do you go about telling your best friend that you won't be able to see them again until some miscellaneous holiday? If that. Your family had money, but you doubt they would even care enough to fly you back and forth, especially if it was just to see some boy.

“Ji, I’m sorry I wanted to-” He stopped you before you could finish by getting in the van and shutting the door right in your face. He could show you better than he could tell you that he wanted you gone. You sucked in a deep breath and turned your back on the van. It took everything in you not to turn around, you didn’t want to say goodbye, especially not like this. Jisung on the other hand, only pretended to let his anger get the best of him. He retreated to his bed as soon as the door closed. He watched silently as your back disappeared into the brush. The sadness took over as soon as he couldn’t see your back anymore. 

This was the end of the best thing he’d ever had. The closest thing he’d ever felt was close to true unconditional love.

The passage of time is a funny thing. One moment you are crying your eyes out because what you thought was your person turned their back on you. Then you traveled halfway across the world to get your degree and ended up spending four more years in another place to get your doctorate. Now you are sitting at your younger brother’s wedding rehearsal. Just who gets married at the ripe age of twenty-two? He just got the hang of legal drinking, for Christ's sake. When did he even get this big? 

Things were hectic, especially considering you were his “best man”, like he didn’t have a male friend to fill the role. You would have been perfectly fine just sitting out with your parents as a bystander. Thankfully you were pretty familiar with his friends and his soon to be husband. Plus you knew the ins and outs of his life, even if you didn’t want to. He said he trusted you more than anyone, that's why he picked you. You couldn’t say no to that, even if you desperately wanted to. 

The wedding was beautiful. His family also came from money, so they spared no expense to make sure that their ‘Lovely boy”, as they affectionately called him, got everything he wanted. That included a destination all the way in lovely Spain, Ibiza to be exact. Your parents paid for the reception, and of course, married or not, no one was going to outdo them when it came to their favorite child. They rented out a whole hotel with beautiful vistas of the Ibizan coastline. Your brother also wanted them to pay for Beyonce to come and perform, but they quickly shot that down, which you found funny. Instead He asked for another artist, one that his now husband seemed to love.

You had just finished taking a picture with the wedding party, successfully embarrassing your little brother with a big kiss on the cheek in the last photo. You couldn’t be happier for his happiness. He pulled you to the side, as the others gathered to make their entrance to the reception. “Sis, I couldn’t thank you enough for all you've done for me.” He put a hand on your shoulder, looking down at you with your mothers smile. Seriously, when did he get so big? “I know things haven't always been smooth sailing between us. I didn’t have nearly as many things to overcome, being that I'm the baby and mom's favorite after all.” He laughed and you playfully scowled. 

“But, I recognize, and I'm thankful for every sacrifice you've made as my older sibling. Without your encouragement I would have never gone to law school, which means I would have never met the love of my life. I'd still be miserable trying to remember all the fucking funky ass medical terms.” You laughed at that, the boy was struggling. He wanted to follow in your fathers footsteps, just to make him proud. But you’d convinced him that he could make him proud just by being himself and succeeding in something he actually loved. It turned out you were right, but when weren’t you? “I needed you to tell me to find something that made me happy. So, my question to you now is, are you happy, sis?” He slid his hand from your shoulder into yours. “I don’t mean with work, we all know you love your job. Dr. Y/L/n.” You smiled, but you didn’t answer the question immediately.

For years now, it felt as if something was missing from your life. But you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. You’d been in a few relationships since you’d left Rutherglen, you’d even been engaged. You’d made friends along the way, some you were even still close to. But for the most part, nothing ever felt worth the effort to keep. Maybe it was the trauma you’d felt from all of your failed high school relationships that found a way to creep into the ones you’ve tried to make. Maybe it was just some weird void left there by the person you thought was your person. Who knows? But, you were alone. But you didn’t feel like you were lonely, per-se. You filled whatever deep well of emptiness with traveling and good food. 

Your brother gave you a look and it caused you to sigh. “I’m good. This is you and Liam’s day, Aaron. I know you want to save the world and all, but you can’t solve all my problems. At least, not today anyway.” You chuckled. It was sweet that he was concerned about you, it really was. But, you’d been trying to deal with whatever this hole was for over eight years now. You found that it was either something that you get used to, or you try to fill. You just decided to get used to it. There was no use in trying to fill the black hole left in your heart by-

“It’s time to head in, you two.” The wedding planner snapped you out of your thoughts. You smiled up at your younger brother before tugging him along to join the rest of the wedding party.

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“Thank you, Manchester!” The crowd roared as Jisung threw his sweaty and torn tee-shirt out into the pit of fans. He and his band Mortal Savages were promoting their latest album, Awkward Example, on tour. This was the last stop on the European leg of the junket, after they had toured the world. He rushed off stage as the throng of fans started to get rowdier than they already were. A small mosh pit was starting to form in the middle and he honestly wanted no parts of that. Last time they waited around while that happened, he lost a tooth and ended up with a concussion and a busted guitar. 

His assistant handed him a bottle of water as he exited the stage. “Your flight is in two hours, Mr. Han. I have arranged a private car to pick you up from your hotel and take you to the airport.” Jisung nodded, listening idly. He just wanted to unwind, before heading to this small gig he and the rest of his band had been booked for. If it wasn’t for this being a special request of a friend of a friend, he’d be headed right back to Seoul with his band.

See, Jisung had made quite a name for himself over the past eight years. After he pushed you out of his life, he picked up the pieces as best he could. Using your exit as motivation. He hoped that you wouldn’t hate him forever, that one day the two of you would reunite. But in case you didn’t, he wanted to use the little bit of light you’d shone in his life to really make something of himself. He started small, busking a few towns over in a big city.

That landed him a few gigs here and there like weddings and bar mitzvahs. As much fun as those were, he had bigger dreams. He started to post short covers on tik tok and things kind of picked up from there. He was recognized by an artist that wanted to start his own label and the rest was history. He’d found his people. He put together his own band from some people he’d met in circles while touring by himself. People who had small fanbases, but great potential. 

Hyunjin, his bassist, was a model. He played bass in his free time and had a few videos posted on his insta account of him playing. He was suggested to him by a secretary at the company. Okay, maybe suggested was a strong word. She had a crush on the bassist, so it was only natural that she suggested Jisung look into him. He did, and he loved his style. Hyunjin introduced him to Felix, his closest friend, a twitch gamer that just so happened to know how to play guitar, and had a pretty surprising set of vocal cords on him. It was only natural he asked him to join the group. 

He found Jeongin in a jazz bar of all places. The kid was a classically trained pianist whose one act of rebellion was to play jazz. Jazz. As surprising as it was, it is what almost got him disowned by his family. Jisung convinced him that if he really wanted to make his parents mad, he should try rock. Turns out, Jeongin’s dad really liked rock music.

Despite him trying to anger his parents, he actually made them proud. Go figure. All he needed to round out the group was a drummer. He found his drummer, an Aussie, on youtube, doing shirtless rock remixes of popular r&b and pop songs. The dude was so undeniably cool he called his manager that night to ask him to find this dude. By the time he woke up the next morning, Chris was on a plane to see him. 

They somehow all clicked, becoming a band of brothers in a matter of months. He couldn’t see his life without these guys now. Jisung was relieved when the door closed behind him in the dressing room. He needed to tune out all of the noise. He hated being alone with his thoughts, they seemed overwhelming at times, but after a set, it seemed to be the one thing that comforted him. He flopped in a chair, directly in front of a vanity, taking in his reflection. 

So many things have changed over the years. He changed his hair a few times, it went from short to long and back again. He recently grew it out, opting to keep the long hair, figuring it stopped his face from looking so youthful and chubby. He'd dyed it several times, but it was currently back to his regular dark brown. His previously unmarred skin was now littered with various tattoos with different meanings and reasons behind them.

Most of them remind him of his past, both the good and bad. Without those moments, he wouldn’t be who he was today. He ran his fingers through his damp fringe, sighing. He had no time to reminisce about ancient history, he had somewhere to be in a few hours and needed to gather his strength to get there. Jisung pushed himself up with a heave-ho and gathered up his things.

It was a quick ride back to the hotel. There were a few fans and reporters posted outside. It was just the ones who had figured out he and his band mates were staying there. His anxiety started to kick in the moment he started to see the flashes of cameras as the car came to a halt in the drop off area. He almost asked his assistant to go get his things, that he’s take care of his personal hygiene when they got to their destination.

But he group mates were already shuffling out of the SUV before he could get his bearings. Jisung felt like he was in a trance, his body moving on auto pilot. The sound had cut out, all he could hear was muffled shouting and the incessant humming noise. His face was blank, gone with any thoughts that he had in his head. There was just this tiny voice in his head telling him, “You got this, Ji.” It sounded an awful lot like his old friend. But it had been eight years and the sound of her voice was something he had long ago forgotten, no matter how hard he tried to hold on to the memory of it.

There were times when he thought he might forget her face, but social media was a constant reminder of it. It wasn’t like he was stalking her or anything . Okay, maybe he was. But it was only just a little bit. He just wanted to know if she was doing well. If she’d gotten married, or made any big life changes. She’d changed a lot too. Her style had changed, as well as her hair a few times. But the thing that stayed the same was her smile. It was the thought of her smile that kept his feet moving as he made his way into the hotel. The sound came back in as the cool air of the hotel lobby hit his face. He breathed a sigh of relief. Thankful he didn’t have another episode like he did a couple weeks ago. He fainted from anxiety and it made front page news, much to his chagrin.

“Alright, everyone go get your things. We will meet back here in forty-five.” His manager spoke after rounding up the band and their staff. It wasn’t much time, but he was glad he’d get at least a few minutes to himself before heading out again into the sea of people waiting for him. The elevator ride up to their floor was filled with eventful conversations between the members and the few staff that took the ride up with them. Jisung would throw a smile or a nod around occasionally, but was otherwise disengaged. His mind was filled with thoughts about his family. How his brother and his wife had welcomed their second child, a little boy with round chubby cheeks just like his uncle. He hoped that his brother would be a better father to the second born child than their father was to him. 

Even though they had since then made up. Jisung knew it was only due to him being a ‘success’, rather than his father truly being sorry for all of the pain he’d caused him. It took a lot of therapy and lyric writing for him to even be remotely open to talking to his father. If it wasn’t for mis mother practically begging him to forgive the man, he would have never even considered it. Turns out that the youth vote can be boosted when your son is a super popular rockstar. Just have said rockstar pose in a few pictures with the mayoral candidate with the same name, and your political career might take off.

He didn’t fault his father for it. He'd worked hard to get his career to that point. There was nothing wrong with booting your votes with a pretty well-known artist. Especially when that artist is your child. His father actually sat him down amidst their reunion and told him that the only reason he treated him like that was because he saw too much of himself in him. That he once had aspirations to be a rock star, that he almost made it. Him and his band had signed a record deal and everything. But things fell through and they ended up having to pay back the company for the debt they had incurred. He just didn’t want that life for his son. He also admitted that he may have gone about things the wrong way, not recognizing the same stubbornness in his son that he once had.

The ding of the elevator brought Jisung out of his thoughts. He separated from his members as he pushed his door open after using the keycard to get in. He was back to his thoughts, now his brain now blotted with thoughts of you. He missed you, dearly. How your lips curled when you smiled. How your hair smelled when you hugged him in the mornings before class. How your sleepy voice sounded. How out of everyone, you gave him the most strength to make it day to day. How a chance encounter was the reason you two became friends in the first place. Even down to how you were his person. 

Even years after seeing you last, you were still his person. He had a feeling you would always be. Countless hit records were written about you and he'd keep writing about you until he couldn't write anymore. His muse. His first true love. His person. The lov- “Aren’t you Han? From Mortal Savages?” His door barely clicked open when he heard the high pitched vocal fry of what he assumed was one of his fans. He sighed. If he hadn’t been caught up in his thoughts maybe he would have seen her and possibly avoided all of this. He quickly closed the door, knowing all too well how some fans could be and he didn’t want to take that chance.

He turned to her with a smile. “Yeah. What can I do for you, beautiful?” He’d learned from Chris that sometimes you had to pacify the fans with a compliment, make them feel special. It made them come back.

Her eyes lit up at the compliment. “I- I was hoping… you might invite me in.” Jisung tried his best to keep his face neutral. “I’m your biggest fan, a-and I wanted to show you just how much I love you.” Stealthily he turned on his camera to record this incident, sometimes you had to be careful with delicate situations like this. He didn’t want his career to end over a ‘he said, she said’ situation. 

He sighed again, “Look, you seem like a nice person, but I’m really tired and I don’t have much time. I have another gig to get t-”

“But your schedule says it’s clear..” She pulled out her phone to provide the evidence. 

“It’s a private event, that's why it isn’t on there.” He nodded, “I really need to get packed up so that I don’t miss my plane.” She took the opportunity to step closer to him.

“I promise I’ll make it worth your while!” She got a little louder, alarming the man even further.

“N-no thank you.” He spoke nervously. He’d had industry friends say that this happened to them all of the time, but this was a first for him. He stepped back, back hitting the door to his room. 

“I’ll be really good for you, Ji.” She pressed her body against his. Calling out the nickname that no one, but you called him. You were the only one allowed to call him that. It was either his last, first, or his full name. It didn’t have the same endearing ring when others said it. He hated how it sounded falling from other people's lips.

“Wh-what did you call me?” He stared at her blankly.

“Ji.” She smiled wide as if she had accomplished something. “I thought it was cute. Everyone else calls you Han or Jisung, so I thought it’d be nice to call you something I came up with on my own.”

The anger was rolling off Jisung in waves, like magma slowly building towards becoming erupted lava. His face stayed calm as he spoke, but every word was pointed. “Don’t ever call me that again. It’s not for you to come up with different names for me. It’s Jisung, not Ji to you. Understand?” She nodded, getting the underlined hint that he was angry. He didn’t even sound like himself.

“Now, like I said… I have somewhere to be and you are holding me up. If you want a picture or an autograph I can give that to you, but I can’t give you anything else.” She took the opportunity to get the picture, but he was sure she was going to write some whack ass caption like, “Don’t meet your idols.” Or some shit like that. He didn’t have the capacity or strength to care at the moment, he had places to be.

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Jisung was often praised for how quickly he could go to sleep. Not many people had that skill, plus the ability to sleep anywhere and not be disturbed by the loud noise surrounding him. But his alleged gift did not come in handy on the flight from Manchester to their private booking two hours and some change away. As a matter of fact, that usual gift seemed like a deterrence. He fell asleep as soon as they got on the plane, but ten minutes later he was wide awake again. He tried his best to get some rest before they touched down, but nothing helped. He counted sheep and took a swig of liquor, he even tried a sleep aid, but here he was, looking out the window as the plane touched down. It had to be his luck, right? Something was off in the universe or something. Because why was his scale tipping towards all this bad will?

Even after arriving and settling into his hotel room, sleep just would not come to him. The hours ticked by. He tried at first to see if he laid in the bed long enough if sleep would still elude him, it did. He tried to gather some inspiration, maybe pen something fantastic about not being able to sleep, the inspiration never came. So as the sun slowly started to creep over the horizon, he decided to take a walk. The beautiful vistas around this hotel were captivating, so hopefully they would provide him with both inspiration and clarity. He stood near the cliff and watched the sunrise, not noticing the woman a few yards away from him, taking in the same views. He was about to leave, hoping that seeing the sun would finally put him to sleep when he noticed something about her. The briny scent of the sea mixed with her scent and just like a care package, the breeze sent it right into his nostrils. 

Every muscle and nerve in his body froze with the familiar scent. But there was just no way. Right? His father asked him to do this favor, saying this was his wedding gift to the son of a family friend. But it never occurred to him that your family were the aforementioned family friends. His body ached to call out to you, run to you, but his mind kept him in the same position. With good reason apparently. You were joined a moment later, a man around your age coming behind you, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders before taking up the spot right next to you. Was that your boyfriend? His anxiety started to bubble in the center of his chest, his heart felt shaky. He knew a day like this would come, when he would have to face you once more. Make amends with how he broke your heart. But he never expected it to be on your family trip. He didn’t expect to meet you again in the same manner he met you the first time. Meeting somewhere tropical with your family somewhere nearby. Now he had to add in a boyfriend to the mix.

His head was starting to pound, he needed to sleep. He needed his heart to stop beating so rapidly in his chest. He needed to call this all off and head back to the comfort of his own home, to get away from the madness. “Jisung, what are you doing out here?” His eyes widened, hearing his name being called. He turned around to see his manager, dressed in his workout gear, just having come from a run. In a panic, Jisung quickly pulled the man away from the scene, hoping you hadn’t heard. Just as he ducked back into the building, you looked around in the spot he was just in, to see no one there.

It took him a while to calm down. He could still see you from his hotel room and it wasn’t helping him one bit. Internet stalking you was bad enough, now he was literally stalking you, watching you from his window like some creep. He was anxious, sleep deprived, and now he had to add scared that he’d truly lost you forever. He looked on at you and your boyfriend, talking animatedly from the window. His arm was around your shoulder, he assumed to keep you warm. Even with the blanket still around you. “What am I going to do?” He was stressed. Hair sticking up all over his head from incessantly running his fingers through it. He couldn't leave, he’d made a promise with his dad to do this in his absence. Plus his mom was somewhere around, she’d been texting him all night about how she couldn’t wait to see her precious baby. He wouldn’t be able to stomach a decision that made her sad when she was clearly so excited.

He wanted to say ‘fuck you’, to being a good son. But at the end of the day he just couldn’t. What if you didn’t recognize him? Or worse. What if you ignored his entire existence? He knew you had every right too, he did push you out of his life just because you’d hidden your acceptance to college from him. Or at least that's what he let you think. He didn’t want to be the reason you didn’t follow your biggest dreams. He flopped on his bed, tired of watching the endless flirtation and touching between you and your supposed boyfriend. He laid in the bed, draping his arm over his eyes to block out the sunlight. “Get a grip, Jisung. It’s just a performance. She’s just a girl. Just do what you came here for and peace out. It’s simple.” At least he hoped that's how things would be. He’d perform, then he and his mom would make their way to Seoul to visit some family. Simple. Easy. Right?

Yeah, things were definitely not that easy. Not for him at least. He eventually fell asleep, just to be woken up by a knock at his door. It was his mother, inviting him to be her date to the wedding. Was he a momma’s boy because he couldn’t deny her this simple task? Maybe, but how could he say no to her? That's how he ended up between his mother and your third cousin, Lilliana, both women talking his ears off as he nodded idly. Luckily the wedding was outdoors, so his sunglasses made a lot of sense. He wasn’t the only one shielding their eyes from the sun's rays. The only reprieve he felt was when the wedding march started. For the most part, the wedding party came in one person at a time. Until it came to the best men, the two of you walked in together, arm in arm. The way he looked at you sunk Jisung’s heart lower than the floor. 

You were stunning, he could understand your boyfriend’s feelings. The way the all red pants suit looked on, put everyone else to shame. Even the way your hair was pinned up, or even how simple but gorgeous your makeup looked, all of the above just complimented your beauty perfectly. He couldn’t pay attention to the actual wedding, his mind and eyes focused on you the whole time. Even if you felt his stare, you didn’t acknowledge it. He was thankful for that. He already felt like a creep from watching you this morning. Even as you walked back down the aisle, he watched you until he couldn’t see your figure anymore.

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Nerves. He stopped getting nervous before shows years ago. But here he was, pacing back and forth, chewing on his already bitten away nails. His members looked on at him, worried. It’d been a while since they’d seen him like this and even though each of them tried their best to comfort him in their own way, nothing seemed to work. The time was ticking down for them to go on stage and the dread in the pit of his stomach was growing exponentially. What if she still hates me? What if she lets everyone know how disgusting of a human being I am for treating her that way? What is this…? What if that…? He was so far into his thoughts it took an actual push from his manager to start walking.  

“Babe, I know how much you love this group and their lead singer's voice. So, using my sister's old connections, I asked his dad if he could get them to perform for our wedding reception.” Aaron spoke, holding up his champagne flute towards his husband. “So, this is Mayor Han’s gift to us for our wedding. Please give a warm round of applause to Mortal Savages!” All of the young people in the crowd went wild, most of them rushing to the dance floor right in front of the stage to get a good view. Aaron hurried to his husband's side to watch the band. But all Jisung could do was look out into the crowd, in hopes of finding you. He felt like a teenager all over again. Transported back to his audience of one. No one else mattered in this moment, not even the grooms who he was here to entertain.

He expected to see anger in your eyes, but instead was met with this inexplicable sadness. “Uh- hi.” Jisung spoke nervously. “It’s been a while since we last played a wedding, but uh- I hope..” He could see your boyfriend whispering something in your ear just for you to shake your head no. It only made him wonder what he asked. “I hope this song reaches someone out there. Because almost every song is written for or about someone. Often it's about the love that got away, other times it’s about the love you feel in the moment. So.. I hope this helps to spread the love that this lovely couple is feeling at this very moment.” He grabbed his guitar, the pick nearly slipping out of his sweaty fingers.

As the song started, he kept his eyes locked on your, not straying away from your saddened yet scrutinizing gaze. 

“지킬게 아파도 돼 네가 흘린 상처들은 감싸 안을게 이미 내게 너는 죄 너는 죄…”

You tore your eyes from him, to focus once more on your boyfriend, giving that man a soft smile. One that was once reserved strictly for Jisung. Most if not all of your smiles once upon a time were because of him, they were for him. Maybe because things were so easy back then he didn’t realize he was taking them for granted, taking you and the love you showed him for granted, platonic or not. Almost as if he couldn’t lose them. To know that the reason you were no longer a constant in his life was all his doing? Felt like a ripping stab to the heart.

“뜨거운 네가 필요해, you are my volcano…”

He was thankful that you let the song end before you excused yourself. Jisung dropped everything, practically chucking his guitar into his manager's hands before running after you. He could hear the confused claps at the reception, he knew he’d have to deal with the consequences of his actions, but those were the last thing on his mind right now. He saw the fabric of your red suit rush to the elevator, but he quickly caught it before the doors closed completely. You sighed loudly, wishing you could have vanished before he found you, but your luck was apparently shit.

“Please.. Just.. hear me out.” He huffed, arms still stretched out at his sides holding the elevator door open. You wanted to tell him no, because what was left to say? He was the one who pushed you out, not the other way around. You owed him nothing. But you gave in anyway. Truth be told, you wanted to hear what excuses he’d make for his past behavior. Because a simple apology wasn’t going to work on you, you needed to know why he pushed you away.

He silently stepped on the elevator with you. The building only had a few floors, so he needed to speak quickly. “I didn’t realize until it was too late that this was your brother's wedding. I hope you don’t think I crashed it on purpose, because that just isn’t the case. I just-”

“Get to the point, Jisung. I don’t have all night to stand in this elevator and talk with you.” You spoke coldly, eyes staring into his murky reflection on the mirrored doors. You wouldn’t even spare him an actual look. He could feel himself getting nervous all over again.

“It’s not an excuse, but in my mind, pushing you away was the best thing for you. I wanted to keep you by my side. But I knew if I selfishly asked you to stay, you would. I also knew that talking with you over the phone or facetime wouldn’t be enough. Especially not when I’d grown used to having you near. Once upon a time, one phone call was all it took and you’d be there, but how could you if you were in another country? I couldn’t deal with even the thought of it. Being able to hear your voice, but not being able to actually bask in your presence- the thought of living like that for four years killed me.” 

You crossed your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes. “But that wasn’t just your decision to make, Ji-” His nickname almost slipped off your tongue, probably a force of habit. “Jisung. We could have figured something out. But you decided our friendship wasn’t worth fighting for. You literally slammed the door in my face. It’s been eight years. Do you think I’m still hung up on how you imploded our friendship on a whim? I’ve moved on. You should too.” Your sentence ended just as the elevator dinged, the old door creaking open. “Congratulations on becoming a success, by the way. I guess me not being around paid off for you.”

Your eyes finally met his, but he didn’t like the look in them. Like you loathed the fact that he was breathing the same air as you. “I can’t.” He spoke, exiting the lift with you. “I can’t move on. I never had any intention to.” He followed after you, even after you dismissed him. You were just trying to get into your room, away from him, away from the noise. But he was persistent. He followed you in. After you didn’t push him out, he continued. 

“Almost every song I’ve written has been about you. For you. I-I hoped that one day you’d see my face on tv or hear my voice on the radio and look me up. I hoped that you’d read my lyrics or my ‘thanks to’ and realize that everything I did was so you could see me. See that I needed to push you away for both of us to grow. I needed the pain to see that my feelings for you were more than whatever platonic bullshit I had reduced them too. I needed that space to understand that what I thought was love with my exes would never compare to the love I have for you. I’ve been in and out of relationships since you walked away from my van and back into the trees and nothing, not even the biggest heartbreak has compared to the feeling of never seeing your face or hearing your voice again.”

You kept your back turned towards him as you listened. You stared out the sliding glass door and glass balcony fence that overlooked the reception area. The party was still going on, everyone was having a good time, despite the lead singer of the band being missing in action. 

“All I’ve wanted this past eight years is for you to understand that I was too dependent on you. I needed to grow up, to man up and I couldn’t do that if you were around. I had to learn to navigate life by myself without you constantly helping me out of every little fuck up. Do you even realize that that's how it was? Everytime I fucked up, you came behind me and cleaned it up to the best of your ability. I flunked a class, you spent your entire summer helping me pass it so I wouldn’t be left behind the next year. I ran away from home and you found me a place to stay so I wouldn’t be homeless. I depended on you so much that I needed to know that I could do it on my own. You needed to go to the school of your dreams so you could do the work you were clearly called to do. I know I went about it the wrong way, I realize that.” 

His voice grew closer, so you closed your eyes, hoping you wouldn’t have to face him. “You broke my heart, Ji.” It hurt him to hear you say it, it hurt even more to hear how brokenhearted you sounded. “I thought that whatever we faced in life, we’d be in it together. Until the wheels fell off. Isn't that what we used to say? Isn't that what we promised?” It was more of a rhetorical question, you were sure you both knew the answer to that question.

“Then all of a sudden I was alone. You’d iced me out. I left the country right after graduation because I couldn’t stand even the thought of running into you, seeing your fucking punchable face. I realized on the plane why it hurt so bad. Why losing you as a friend hurt me worse than losing my childhood best friend to the glimmer of popularity. It was because I loved you. I came to the fucked up realization that somewhere along the way I had fallen madly in love with my best friend. If I thought I was heartbroken before, that made it far worse.” You finally turned to face him.

“Imagine, finally being able to move on. Finally free from the burden of unrequited love, just to hear his voice on the radio.” You chuckled humorously. “To have your friends gush over how hot the lead singer of this band was. Telling you just what his voice did to them in excruciating detail.” You sighed deeply just thinking of all the things your friends said they wanted to do to him or what they wanted him to do to them. 

“To have to suffer silently while they sang his songs or shoved his content down your throat. All while you are nursing the gaping wound he left behind. To keep having to relive the moment he gutted you like a fucking fish all because he what-? Wanted to be less dependent on you?” You tilted your head back as you scoffed. “I had no one, Jisung. You were my only friend. Just like you were dependent on me, it was the same for me. I had to rebuild myself once you were gone. It took years for me to open up to people, I had closed myself off afraid I’d be abandoned by someone else I considered my friend.” He could see that you were fighting back tears. He reached for you only for you to pull back.

“That's for a friend to do. Not for some random stranger that followed me to my room.” That's when the realization hit him. This looked bad. Really bad. He'd followed a girl to her room from a party. Even if you, him, and a few party goers knew the type of relationship you used to have, that was far in the past at this point. You didn't know each other now. For all he knew, you could have had a few drinks. All it took was one out of control rumor and his career would be over. He backed up, letting his hands fall to his side.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was low, almost nonexistent. “Please, let me be that for you again. It doesn’t have to be a full blown friendship, even if I want to work my way back to that. Just- just let me be there for you, please?” Jisung cautiously stepped closer with his arms stretched. It was a slow wrap of his arms around your frame, before he pulled you in close, patting your back soothingly. You both melted into each other. He swore nothing else felt more like home than being in your arms. He hugged you tighter and you broke down, sobbing into his fuzzy cardigan.

“I fucking hate you, Ji.” You gently hit his arm as you wrapped your arms around him. He chuckled lightly, a smile spreading on his lips.

“That’s okay, I’ll take the hate. Just as long as that means one day I can get you to love me again.”

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You took a few moments to recollect yourself, deciding to return to your brother's party. You tried to convince Jisung to go ahead without you, since he was being paid to be there, but he refused. He stuck with you the whole elevator ride back down and all the way until you made it into the reception. “Where the heck have you been?” A man approached the two of you, one who you could only assume was his manager. “You just ran off stage without a word. Do you know how that makes you look?” As he laid into him, you slowly backed away, going for your escape. Only for Jisung to reach back and grab your hand.

“I- I know, Hyung. I- this is her. This is my, Y/n.” He lightly tugged you forward, showing the man you clasped hands. “This is her little brother's wedding. I’ll perform a few songs by myself to make up for my absence. You and the rest of the guys can go ahead and head out. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience.” The man looked at him skeptically before he nodded in agreement.

“Fine. I’ll see you back in Seoul in a few weeks. You have a great vacation.” His eyes traveled to you as he plastered on a warm smile. “Congratulations on getting your PHD, I know your family must be proud, Dr. Y/l/n. I know someone was.” His eyes darted to Jisung before he bowed and left to gather up the rest of the band.

“How did you even know I got my phd?” You asked, stealthily trying to pull your hand away from the death grip he had it in, but he didn’t let go. 

“I… kind of kept up with you. Mostly on my finsta account. I also might have received news from your brother. He came to confront me at one of my shows and we’ve been in contact since. Please don’t be mad at him, I asked him to keep it from you. I didn’t want you to find a way to cut off my supply. Knowing you were doing well is what kept me going.” You sent a scowl towards your brother, who must have felt a disturbance in the force. He put his hands up to say he had no choice. You’d talk to him about this later.

“I wanted to experience the milestones in your life, even if it was from secondhand stories.” He pulled out his phone, there was a photo album dedicated to you with pictures spanning from the first time you met up until your first day at your new job as a child psychologist in a nearby children's hospital. “Though I couldn’t be there, I still want to say, congratulations. I’m proud of you.” You rolled your eyes.

“So, what you are saying is… you internet stalked me for years and even pulled my younger brother into it, with a promise to sing at his wedding. Tsk tsk. Wait until the internet gets a hold of that.” You joked. The panic in his eyes before the realization was hilarious to you. “I’m joking, Jisung.” You smiled, “Thank you for being interested in my progress through life. Congratulations to you as well, Mr. Grammy nominated artist. That's amazing, Ji. It really is. I guess we really got what we wanted, huh?” You smiled wistfully. 

But the smile slid right off of Jisung's face. He got part of what he wanted. The other part was standing right in front of him, her hand in his. And as close as she was, she was still so far away. In his mind, it was all a matter of if he was going to truly confess everything in his heart, right here, right now. He was frightened that he might overwhelm you if he did.

Though he had let it slip that he loved you earlier in your hotel room, that was nowhere close to the extent of what he felt for you. He wanted to shout it from the rooftop that the woman he loved had accepted him back into her life after he’d gone and fucked everything up.

Jisung had been swept up in a whirlwind, being introduced to all of you and your brother's mutual friends. His mind being put at ease, finding out that Hangyul was in fact not your boyfriend. Even if a blind person could tell he had fallen for your charm, Jisung was glad that was just his feeling and it wasn’t mutual apparently. Not with how far you put your wedding partner in the friendzone.

Giving Jisung a kind of go ahead to wiggle his way out of the friend zone he’d finally gotten back into. He excused himself, figuring it was time to finish out this set he was kind of sort of paid for. He sat on a stool on stage, acoustic guitar in hand, mic in front of him. “Sorry for bailing out on you all earlier. I saw the love of my life running out of the wedding hall and I needed to catch her before I made the second biggest mistake of my life.” 

Your eyes widened from the crowd where you were standing next to your brother and his husband. “The first was letting her go in the first place. I was young and apparently very stupid. I pushed the best thing that had ever happened to me out of my life and I’ve regretted that decision for the last eight years, twenty-six days..” He looked at his watch, “Ten hours, seven minutes, and 13- no 15 seconds.”

The crowd looked between the two of you, fascinated by the little tale the global rockstar was telling on this modest wedding stage. “I won’t be stupid this time. I promise to cherish every second that I’m blessed to have you in my life. I love you, Y/n. I have always loved you and I always will, no matter how much time passes.” You were holding back your tears. Jisung had always had your heart and despite you trying your best to keep your walls up, afraid that he would hurt you again, they all came tumbling down with every word that he spoke. 

“So, to the grooms. I hope that the two of you continue this beautiful love affair and cherish every single second you have together. Love isn’t something we should push down and trample on, it's something that is meant to be held on to, prized, and exalted.” He cleared his voice. “So, this is for the lovers in the crowd…I hope you love last a lifetime. I hope it never fizzles or fades and burns bright for eternity.” 

He strummed the first few chords of the song, the sound immediately bringing up fond memories of you and Jisung arguing over the best version of it, The Cure, 311, or Adele’s. You were always torn between 311 and Adele’s, while he was adamant that the original was far superior. It’s as if the rest of the world faded into the distance.

Call it tunnel vision, but all you could see was him and all he could see was you. You swayed gently, the gentle sea breeze dancing across your skin just like the melody of his voice. You hummed in tune with him, heart swelling as you realized, this song was for you. He was singing it, for you and only you.

“However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you…”

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You don’t remember the exact sequence of events but something clicked after Jisung’s solo performance. Maybe it was the look he gave you that made you feel like you were the center of his universe. Maybe it was the friendly banter you shared while having a few drinks. Maybe it was the late night stroll you took down to the beach or the way he held you to keep you warm. Or maybe it was the kiss you shared under the moonlight, the first of many for the night that got you going. But whatever it was that got you here, you were thankful for whatever combination it was that had you pressed against the door of your hotel room with Jisung’s lips and body pressed against yours. The feeling of his lips on yours felt electric. 

In your youth, you often wondered how it would feel to have that plum lower lips of his between yours. What it might feel like to bite it, just wanting to see his reaction. His reaction was nothing short of mind boggling. The groan that passed his lips, caused you to groan in return. Jisung’s fingers trailed over your body, slowly exploring every inch he could. Every inch that his teenage body begged to explore even back then. Every inch that he dreamed about, steamy scenes that played behind his eyelids every night. He had to be closer to you, the absence of you in his life had left a gaping void that he needed to fill. Right here. Right now. In the very moment. His shirt was first. Tossed somewhere to the side, leaving the tattoos and muscles that he’d gained over the last eight years. Your eyes widened, distracted by the hard musculature he had developed.

Your fingers traveled from his shoulders down over his pecs, making him shiver and whimper. The sounds give you ideas that your heart didn’t want you to act on, but your mind gave you the full go ahead on. “When was the last time..” You asked, hand in the center of his chest as you guided him backwards. He looked back, afraid he would fall, but you grabbed his chin making sure he kept his eyes solely on you. You didn’t stop until the back of his legs hit the mattress, then all it took was a simple push. Jisung was at your will. His round eyes shining up at you with pure anticipation in them.

“When was the last time you had sex, Ji?” You took off your red blazer fist, tossing it on a nearby chair. Next came your vest, you slowly and methodically took your time with each button, simply because you could, but also because the only thing under it was your bra. His eyes darted around, he swallowed hard. His blood was rushing straight to bulge in his pants.

“I-I don’t know. I-it’s been a while..” He kept his statement vague, too overwhelmed by everything that was happening to pinpoint an exact date. “A year- I think. Maybe more.” You smirked, shrugging the vest off your shoulders and tossing it to be with your blazer. You reached down and grabbed his hands, placing them on the waistband of your trousers.

“Take them off.” Oh the look of panic in his eyes set your heart aflame. He was absolutely the cutest. And even though you weren’t normally one to take full control in situations like this, you were oh so looking forward to taking advantage of your dear friend's vulnerability. He was going to be your tonight. The man's trembling fingers reached for the button, almost too shaky to undo them. You were patient, running your fingers through his silky hair. It took him a few minutes, the cool cross-breeze from the open balcony window offering a little air to cool off the heat on your skin. “Panties too.” God, the way the words sounded as they entered his ears did more for him than anything ever did. He’d been waiting to hear those words forever at this point. 

His brain nearly malfunctioned when he moved a little closer to slip off your panties, your scent filling his waiting nostrils. He could explode. Would you think bad of him if he came right now? He’d promise to make it up to you. He must have been led by another power, because he would swear that he had no body autonomy at that moment. His brain wasn’t even at a functioning level that would be considered functional.

You were bare before him, lust darkening your beautiful eyes. He whimpered. “Please..” He didn’t know what he was pleading for, but that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy hearing it any less. He was pushed back on the bed, stripped of his pants and underwear. Things were going so fast in real life, but his brain had slowed everything else down.

He barely noticed that you had straddled him and started teasing your slit with his tip. He wasn’t even aware of the noises that were loudly slipping from his lips. Jisung was in a haze, one that was carefully crafted by you, the goddess that sat above him.

The whimper that fell from his lips when you slipped him inside of you was the most orgasmic sound to have ever filled your ears. His still shaking fingers flew to your hips, needing something to ground him at this moment. His blunt nails dug into your sides as you teased his tip, letting him dip only a part of it into your entrance. “God.. please…. Please…” He begged, voice strained and whiny. 

He was definitely going to explode like this. He hadn’t even fully entered you and he was already losing his mind. He bit down on his bottom lip, eyes slipping closed as he tried to control himself. But his hips had other plans, he bucked up, pressing himself further into you and that was it, he came on the spot. The tight warmth was too much for him to handle at that moment. You pushed your hips down on him as he came, feeling the stream of cum coat your walls.

When his breathing calmed and his grip on your hips loosened, you pulled what little of him was inside of you out. Tsk’ing at the man underneath you. “Is my baby fucked out already?” You stroked his drenched cock, adding even more wetness by spitting on it. “You couldn’t even slip it in without coming, huh? What happened to that sex god of a rockstar everyone that you were?” He whimpered again, edging on overstimulation as you purposely targeted the head of his cock.

His fists were balled in the sheets, bottom lip chapped red from trying to bite into it. “S-stop, please..” You pouted at him before shaking your head. He deserved to torture just a little for all of the years the two of you missed out on doing this. You could have been his ages ago. His first girl and him as your first boy. But here you were eight years later, with a nice amount of experience under your wings. You were going to take full advantage of it. Jisung’s body convulsed as he came again. His body became rigid as he spurted his cum all over your lower stomach and hands. You jumped, surprised by the sheer amount of it.

You stuck your cum slick fingers in his open mouth, jolting his eyes open. His initial surprise melted as he enjoyed the taste of him on your skin. “Now, you are going to eat me out until I come. Got it?” You leaned down, grabbing his chin to make him look at you in the eyes. You opened his mouth and spit on his tongue, closing it back for him to accept it. You moved, lying down next to him. He wasted no time, getting between your legs expediently.

Jisung could die right now, happily. You were here with him, in the bed, his cum on your body and mingling with your own and pooling at your entrance. A feast, just for him. Everything and more than he could have ever asked for. He dove in, mind fogged with thoughts of you. Your taste. Your smell. That lustful yet dominant look in your eyes as you laced your fingers into his long, permed hair.

And the taste of you? It deserved five Michelin stars, two more than regular just because he said so. You tugged on his hair as he wrapped his plum little mouth around your clit. You used his hair as your anchor to move his head around as you saw fit. A hair pull to signal him to go faster, a pull to the left or right for him to move his tongue elsewhere. He was like your own little tongue flicking toy with a customizable setting. He lapped, sucked, and licked to both you and his content. His moans and whimpers almost outnumber yours.

He was in heaven between your legs, and would gladly mark his tombstone in this very place. His skilled tongue sent you barreling over the edge, your grip on his hair tightening to an almost painful level, but he didn’t complain. He was just happy that he was the one who was able to make you unfold like this.

Your other hand grabbed him by the neck, pulling him up to you for a passionate kiss. You could eat him alive if he let you. The hand in his hair slipped between the two of you. He had already started rutting his hips against you, desperate to feel you again. It was easy to grab him and slip him into you once again, but this time for real. 

Your breath hitched as his eyes rolled back. Your fingers still around his neck squeezed lightly as you continued to unmake and reassemble him with your kisses. He felt like he could feel every single atom that made him, him. His hips were slow to move at first, but once he built his rhythm, that was that. The sound coming from between the two of you was filthy. Spit and cum and your spent were mixing to make the glide in and out of your tight walls even easier for him.

Your toes were curled, knees digging into his sides as you squeezed your legs around him. “Fill me up, Ji. Fuck me full of your love.” Your name slipped off his lips like a prayer at your words. He’d give you the moon and the stars if you kept talking to him like that. “Isn’t that what you've always wanted? To make me yours?” He nodded frantically. You paused your words, fluttering around him at a more consistent pace. You were close, both of you knew it. Both of you could feel it.

“Yo-you are mine.” He kissed at your jaw, “Please, co-come with me. I- I need you-” He couldn’t get his words out to finish his thoughts. He had already murmured the magic phrase. “You are mine.” You came around him, pulling your lips only a breath away, taking in the air that escaped his mouth into your own lungs like it was the only oxygen you needed. His followed almost immediately, your tight cunt draining him of any energy of essence he had left. Your walls continued to flutter around him, even after every drop of him had been emptied into you.

Your hands fell to your sides, legs unlocking from around him. You had nothing left to give, but love to the man you’d loved most of your life. He rolled off of you, body slick with perspiration and the mixed essence that both of you expelled. He exhaled deeply, hand searching for yours, finding it nearby and over the covers. He kissed the back of it, eyes boring into yours. Unspoken words being said with just a look. The both of you admitting what you both knew as this escapade started. You were in love.

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“Encore! Encore! Encore!” The crowd chanted loudly. The lights in the stadium had just dimmed, signaling that the last song had been played. But they still begged for more. The band was backstage, goofy smiles on all of their faces. Adrenaline is still pulsing through their bodies.

“One more, guys?” Jisung asked and they all quickly agreed. One more song to end the night. They headed back on stage to an onslaught of rabid cheers. They had one more song up their sleeves. A song that eighteen year old Jisung had pinned himself, one that embodied the way he felt when he saw the heartbreak in your eyes when he pushed you away. He wanted to do nothing more than to wipe your tears, and hold your hand.

To tell you that everything would be okay. That he loved you, forever and always. Because to him, there was no him without you. He stood amongst his band on stage, belting the lyrics to the song. Eyes focused on the only person he wanted to see in a room full of people, the woman he loved. The person almost all of his songs were about. You, with that big proud smile plastered on your face.

“'Cause all I want is you, not your tears 눈물이 마를 때까지 I wanna make you the happiest one, no fear So baby, hold my hand now…”

FIN

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PAIRING: Alastor x Wife!Reader SUMMARY: Y/N, like the nervous wreck she is, can’t stop spending her free time worrying over something that’s not even a big deal. Of course, one thing lead to another. (Thank you, Charlie, for letting them have the day off). WARNINGS: (SFW) Reader is female, Reader is hellborn, Reader is VERY anxious (alastor as well, but not too much), reader is sensitive obv, angel is angel, usage of y/n, established relationship cussing on both parts, Alastor owns readers soul. (NSFW) alastor’s pain kink shows a little bit, lingerie, reader is TIGHT, reader is also virgin but is registered adult!!!, mention of a safeword, p in v, slight orgasm denial, reader’s tears, soul-chain bondage, alastor knots. Mentions of pregnancy^^ idk if there’s angst in this that counts but both have a good ending so dw (LMK if i missed anything!!!!)

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Alastor was a man of his word.

Y/N was sitting in her room, tired from her piece of vibrating plastic that brang her ‘pleasure’.

“You look gorgeous in your bliss, darling.”

Whenever Alastor rubbed her, ate her out, it made her feel real pleasure, though.

But, did he?

What was real pleasure?

“I’m too big for you, sweetheart, maybe another time.”

Another time.

Did he want another time?

“You’re almost like Charlie’s mother, Hah! We’d make great parents.”

The look he gave you.

Y/N felt so relieved after hearing Charlie was going up to heaven for a meeting just a moment ago, but now all of these stupid…that’s mean. All these overwhelming thoughts were plaguing her head.

She threw the piece of plastic across the room.

She had to give him something.

when was the last time you talked to him? when was the last time you crossed paths with your husband during work? when was the last time you cooked for him?

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22:10 PM

She couldn’t sleep.

Was she good enough?

Ugh.

She put on a flimsy oversized shirt she usually wears to bed, some polka-dot pajama shorts, and white, knee-high socks.

She didn’t bother to change her underwear garments from the night before.

Y/N looked around before heading out of her hotel room, in case anybody saw her, to Alastor’s room.

Y/N was so happy when Alastor ‘accidentally’ mapped her room next to his on one of the secluded floors when the hotel was being rebuilt. How happy she was, indeed.

Knock knock knock

Silence. but only for a moment before she heard and felt the soft familiar static come closer to the other side of the door.

“Come in, mon cher.” He greeted as he opened the door, stepping aside. His room looked neat and clean, unlike Y/N’s. mostly because there wasn’t much stuff…and he had a whole bayou, making the room bigger.

She nervously walked over the the edge of his bed and sat down, breathing in the smell of his familiar cologne.

“Whats keeping you up so late? you’re usually a slumbering baby at this time of night!” He chortled, sitting down next to her on the plush bed of his.

Fuck.

He was wearing silk pajama pants and a robe, but the robe was just barely tied tightly, exposing a majority of his chest. His monocle was placed elsewhere and his hair was slightly disheveled.

Crap, you woke him up didn’t you.

“…I don’t know.” You dumbass, wrong answer! she scolded at herself.

Alastor chuckled again, “Just missed me?” he asked.

That reminded Y/N of back then. When it was simple and new between them. Before they went to this hotel, decades ago when the two met. She would always go over to his manor in the middle of the night after roaming the streets and feeling lonely.

Ah, yes. Now i have to work for the princess.

“…Yeah…missed you.” Y/N forced a smile alongside that little white lie.

He sighed, “…Alright, what’s going on?” He placed a place on her tensed shoulder, rubbing it soothingly, gently.

Cornered. Y/N didn’t have a choice, “Do you…Do always mean it when…fuck- when you s-say you-um- want to have a child with me?” She said without breaking her eye contact to the floor.

You didn’t have to say it like that, fucking hell

Alastor’s movements froze. “…a…um…�� His smiled turned strained, “-a spawn?”

Y/N teared up. there was no way she was getting out of this one.

She whimpered, “…sorry.” before her hands shot up to her face, Alastor grabbed her wrist-

“I would love to. Y-You know I am a man of my word…” Alastor confessed with a chuckle, “-But…only if you are comfortable with it, mon amour.” Alastor went to her eyes level to try and meet her eyes.

Y/N froze. Her tears stopped.

…Holy fuck.

Y/N looked at him, to search for any disapproving emotion in his eyes.

None.

“…I-I want to.” Y/N confessed back, “…too.”

Alastor’s smile softened, he pulled Y/N with ease into him lap, “I’m glad,” and immediately kissed her.

The kiss was soft, sensual, gentle, even. Alastor’s hands began to roam under her shirt once she opened her mouth for him.

Alastor broke away from the kiss for a moment, a string of saliva connecting to their lips, “Y/N…?” he tugged on her shirt.

Oh god, what do i say?

“…Is there something wrong?” Y/N silently panicked.

Alastor widened his eyes for a moment but then softened his demeanor, “You shirt. Can i take it off?” He kissed her lips once more.

Fucking idiot. A brain dead patient would’ve known what that meant.

“…Yes.” She smiled nervously as he broke the the kiss.

Alastor nodded before bunching the hem of her shirt in his claws, “arms up, dear.”

As Y/N put her arms up, letting him gently take off her shirt, Alastor noticed how she was…wearing lingerie.

The lingerie that she wore the night before.

see what i did there

As Y/N put her arms down, she noticed how Alastor was staring at her under garments…

That she didn’t change from last night.

Y/N squeaked and ripped the bra off her body, tossing it away and into the bayou.

Now you’re bra-less.

Y/N slowly look up at Alastor, afraid he was going to scold her for not caring about her hygiene and stuff like that.

Alastor had always scolded her for skipping certain chores to, ‘take the weight off Alastor and Nifty’s shoulders’ whether it be showers, making the bed…laundry.

Dirty landry.

Alastor sighed, “I love you, Y/N,” He laughed softly, “-my clumsy doe.” He finished the sentence with a lustful growl, his claws tickled down her spine, arching her back.

“…I…I love you, t-“ almost immediately, Y/N was pinned down into the center of the bed, Alastor lips crashing onto hers like a starved man.

Fuck yeah, it was hot.

Alastor began to knead his claws at her breasts, squishing them so.

he grinder himself to her clothed core, making her throb for his touch, some contact. It almost felt like all those other times.

…but…it didn’t feel right.

Alastor, after needing a breath of air, noticed the tiniest hint of this, and grown worried,

“Are you alright, dearest?” He checked in.

She was unsure. Yeah, she was in the mood…but she just felt nervous, and he felt so confident.

“…anything i could do?” Alastor questioned once more, still hovering over her, his antlers slightly sizing down.

Think, Y/N, you were fine before, what was he doing before…

“…can you um…be gentle?” She winced, thinking that she sounded like some kind of needy loser. Oh, lord-

“-Why…o-of course, mon cœur.” he reassured, rubbed his thumbs over her small, plush breasts because kissing her once again.

Nothing could have compared more to how satisfied Alastor felt when she moaned.

It wasn’t a pornographic moan either, it was…natural. needing, almost.

Once Alastor slipped his tongue into her awaiting mouth, he began to unwrap his robe, tossing it to the ground and leaving his chest bare for her.

She gasped, “Oh, Al…” before she could wrap her arms around his neck, she felt him tug at her loose shorts,

“May I, darling?~”

Y/N nodded like a frantic woman, lifting her bottom up so he could take off her shorts, awaiting to find her panties completely soaked.

He pushed her bottom down with ease, “Dear, you seem to be completely moist,” Alastor commenting with the low vibration of static in his voice, making Y/N blush frantically. “Tell me, what turn you on so much? Perhaps…” Alastor swiped a finger through her panties, making her yelp. He then brang it back up to his mouth and licked itc moaning softly, “…was it my switch in demeanor?”

Y/N clenched as the sight. Alastor scooted back and lowered herself to her pussy, licking her slowly through the cloth guarding her. When he got to the location of her pearl, he pushed his tongue down onto it, receiving a moan from the receiver.

But his tongue wasn’t enough at the moment.

She wanted more.

“N-no…please, Alastor…I want you.” Y/N pleaded. she was impatient, she couldn’t just sit there and go through what was the usual.

She needed more.

He growled. “Anything for you, ma lumière.” Like an inpatient man, he tapped the bottom of her butt, signaling her to raise it. She did so, and almost immediately did he swiped her panties off of her, resulting in a gasp from Y/N.

Alastor crawled over so his pelvis was just on top of her. standing straight on his knees.

Alastor unbuttoned his silk pajama pants, his hard cock springing free right out of his boxers.

Nothing could have prepared Y/N from how big it looked.

Estimating, it was probably 7.5 inches minimum, and have mercy on her-

It was seriously…thick.

She looked up at Alastor worried. Alastor noticed this and softened his expression,

“You’ll be okay. I’ll go slow for you.”

Y/N nodded, but it certainly didn’t make her feel any better. She was still clenching her womanhood as well, just slightly at the thought of how bad this might hurt.

Alastor sighed. “The safeword is…stop.” Alastor told her. Hopefully that would make her feel safer.

…she opened for him.

When Alastor looked down to examine her, he saw how each second she opened, her juices would stick to her pussy’s lips in strings.

His dick physically throbbed more.

After hooking her legs up and around her waist, he lowered his body down more so that his cock was in lined with her vagina.

Slowly, he rubbed his length up down down through her folds, collecting as much natural lube as he could for her pleasure.

-But the sounds definitely weren’t helping, making Y/N face glow a darker tint of red than before. So, she just zoned out to the rumble of Al’s static.

What snapped her out of her zoning, although, was the burning of her hole, hissing in discomfort.

“Shhh…” Alastor hushed, “Just let me put the tip in, then i’ll stop.” Alastor, still, waited for confirmation.

Fucking pussy, Y/N thought, can’t even take the tip?!-

“o-okay.” She grasped onto his shoulder for an anchor in the pain. I can get through this.

Alastor still gave her a moment before shoving the full tip in, making her wince in pain, squeezing his shoulder.

Alastor hushed her again, “relax for me, darling…” he lowered his mouth to her left nipple, softly suckling on the nub, and effort to ease the pain. As Y/N released more moans, bringing one of her hands up to rub the lonely breast.

After a moment to let her settle around him, he pulled away from her nipple with a pop, bringing her hand back up to his shoulder.

“Just relax for me…” Alastor suggested before closely pushing some more length into her. “You,” he groaned, “You’re doing so good for me…”

How is she so tight?

Tears began to form in Y/N’s waterline. Alastor looked up at the sight and pondered what he could do. After a few moments, he stopped until he was just halfway into her, he leaned down once more to place his lips on her tears, her forehead, and then her lips, whispering affirmations in the middle of each kiss.

…was this too slow?

Y/N couldn’t believe her thoughts.

She pulled away from his lips to speak, “A-Al…put it in…i’m ready…” she requested with desperation in her tone, “i need all of you…”

Alastor looked up at him to spot a lie in the process, “Are you sure, my love-“

“Alastor, fuck me.”

That made Alastor moan, which then turned into a growl as Alastor subconsciously grew into a slightly bigger form of himself, snapping his hips with force into her.

Y/N cried out, but silenced Alastor before he could say anything, “S-Start moving, Al, please…” She took one of her hands off a shoulder to rub her nub, moaning softly as the newly added pleasure mixed with him slowly bottom out before snapping back into her.

He repeated this motion for a moment before slowly picking up her pace, making her moans short between thrusts.

“A-Alastor, ngh…” She called for him, grasping onto his shoulder once again. She tried to pull him down for a kiss.

“Use your words, m…mon cher.” he breathed and he kept his euphoric pace.

“K-Kiss me…” Y/N pleaded through her moans.

Alastor quickly leaned down to peck her lips before breaking the quick kiss,

“I’m gonna fill you…” He quickened his pace, his form becoming more menacing as his antlers grew, “with my seed.” He finished his sentence by smashing his lips onto hers.

As Y/N’s legs began to slip, he quickly used his tendrils to press them to her chest,

Positioning her into a breeding press.

“Ah…A-Alastor…I’m gonna-ah!” Alastor changed his pace to a brutal, electrifying one.

Y/N didn’t even care if he were to be gentle, she just wanted that sweet relief of relea-

“You don’t cum until i say so, darling.” a green shackle on Y/N’s left ankle appeared as a warning. “Understood? Those are our rules of the bedroom.”

He wasn’t wrong there. Those were the rules. He never wanted to feel under-powered in the bedroom at all, so that included orgasm denial.

And Y/N was completely fine with it.

But how quick and hard he’s hitting that far spot in her walls?

Just made her feel like there was no control.

“Alastor, please…” Y/N let tears she didn’t know we’re building up fell.

Alastor hushed her comfortingly, “Sweetheart-fuck-sweetheart, y-you’re almost there…” Alastor could feel himself knot inside of her,

…He wasn’t even sure that he was knotting until Y/N’s moans turned into groans.

He swiped some tears off her cheeks, “Mon cœr, you’re r-ready to cum?” he shot one of his tendrils down to her pussy, rubbing it at a rapid pace. Alastor leaned down to whisper into her ear, the static in his voice now on mute, “cum for me, then.”

That’s when the coil snapped.

The same time when Alastor spilt him seed deep into her womb.

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23:04 PM

Y/N was exhausted.

“Darling, i need you to sit up for a moment.” Alastor demanded.

Y/N groaned like a toddler.

“…fine.” Alastor put down the glass of water onto the nightstand, taking one knee and placing it sorely onto the bed to get closer to her, his shadow helping to lift her butt up as he wiped extra semen off of her.

after a moment of him disappearing into the bathroom, he came back looking neat and ready for bed.

��with a genuine smile on his face as his eyes met your tired ones.

Alastor went to the other side on the bed, sighing as he felt the soft surface under him.

He scooted closer to Y/N to get her under the blankets, dramatic, he thought as Y/N made a whine of protest again from the movement.

Once everything felt to his liking, he laid down next to her. and pulled her close, nuzzling his cheek into her hair.

“…Hey…Al?”

“mhm?”

“…I love you…”

He softened his smile, chuckling light-heartedly,

“…I love you two, as well.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

BONUS ☆♪

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“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Angel called from the other side of the lobby, walking over to Y/N, “Still up for that event thingy at the new bar? Heard that the sharks are blackl-“

Angel stared at the sight before him.

Y/N, laying on the couch with her legs slightly spread and a heating pad on the thighs.

“…Don’t-“

“Is it just me, or do i see you…a supposed to be virgin friend of mine…sore from a…” He examines the current position for a moment, walking around the couch to stand in front of her, “…breeding press position.”

Y/N stares at him like he’s her next target on a murder spree.

And which, he probably was.

“What? I’m and expert with this kind of stuff,” He pulls out his phone and sits next to you, “forget that I work for Valentino? Damn, how good was that sex?”

“Angel, if you want to keep the ability of having sex, be quiet.”

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END NOTES: I felt rlly devious making this fic 😍 But all jokes aside, i rlly need some writing tips since this is literally my first fic ever 😭

-Lynn

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[wh1msic4lwasab1]

L&DS + Chase Atlantic!ᯓ★♫

synopsis: Each L&DS man w/ a song from chase atlantic i think fits them with a small drabble

tags: nsfw, vulgar, explicit, creampie(s), choking

a/n: i’ve been listened to chase atlantic again on REPEAT and i couldn’t stop thinking abt how much “friends” reminded me of Zayne and that’s how this idea came to be… enjoy!!!! also heavily inspired by this rafayel edit

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.“𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩…𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥….𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩” - “Into It”ᯓᡣ𐭩

Is actually, in so deep. He’s deep into every hobby you do, wanting to understand your likes and dislikes. He’s into you and everything you share with him.

Xavier's obsession with you runs deep, and he makes sure you feel every inch of it as he thrusts into you, slow and relentless, his cock buried deep inside your dripping pussy. He can't get enough of the way your body responds to him, the way your walls squeeze him tight, soaking wet as he pushes in harder, deeper, his hands gripping your hips like he never wants to let go. He's all over you-his lips on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he groans into your ear, lost in the feel of you wrapped around him. His cock slams into you, hitting that sweet spot again and again, making you cry out his name, your body trembling as he fucks you harder. The sounds of your moans, the wet slap of your bodies colliding, drive him insane. “Y/n, feels so good…” He's completely lost in you, thrusting with everything he has, watching as you fall apart beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you come. But Xavier doesn't stop— he can't. He needs more, craves more, his pace quickening as he chases his own release, desperate to feel you come again around him, until he's spilling deep inside you, groaning your name as he's completely consumed by how fucking good you feel.

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.”𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣…𝙎𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙖” - “Swim”ᯓᡣ𐭩

Such a fitting song for glub glub glub.

Rafayel also doesn't hold back, his cock already rock-hard as he presses you down into the sheets, one hand fisting in your hair as he thrusts into you, deep and slow, like he's savoring every second of the way your hole clenches around him. His breath is hot against your neck, low groans vibrating through your skin as he moves deeper, hitting that perfect spot that has you gasping his name. His pace is steady but relentless, pushing you closer to the edge with each thrust. You can feel the tension coil tight in your belly as his grip on your hips tightens, pulling you against him, hard and deep. “I could drown in you, cutie”. The sounds you make drive him insane— every moan, every cry pushing him closer to losing control. Rafayel doesn't stop until you're completely unraveling beneath him, your pussy throbbing, drenched, as he keeps fucking you through your release, lost in the feel of you wrapped tight around him, waves and waves of pleasure.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.”𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩…𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨” - “Friends” ᯓᡣ𐭩

This is quite literally the most perfect song to describe you and Zayne.

Zayne is a tease, not so obviously as to keep you guessing. But he's not playing games anymore. His cock presses insistently against you, the tip already slick with precum as he grinds his hips into you, pushing you up against the wall. His lips crash into yours, his tongue demanding entrance as his hands pull your panties down, fingers sliding between your folds, finding your clit and rubbing slow, tight circles until you're trembling. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" he growls, his voice rough with need as he slides his cock between your soaked folds, teasing you until you're desperate for more. When he finally pushes into you, it's hard and fast, the stretch of him filling you completely, making you gasp.

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you arch into him, your pussy clenching tight around his cock as he fucks you hard and rough, leaving no room for hesitation. Every thrust has you seeing stars, your body shaking as you come undone around him, knowing this was never just friendship—it's so much more than that.

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.”𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬, 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙…...𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣” - “Slow down”ᯓᡣ𐭩

A fitting don’t for our motorcyclist who’s obsessed with you, and possessive in his nature.

Sylus is in total control, and he's going to make sure you feel every inch of it.

His cock slides into you slowly, stretching you wide, the wet heat of your pussy swallowing him inch by inch as he holds you down, one hand gripping the back of your neck, keeping you exactly where he wants you. His pace is maddening, slow and deliberate, every thrust pushing deeper, filling you completely until you're begging for more. "Slow down," he whispers in your ear, his voice a low growl, “…we have all night sweetie”, his breath hot against your skin as he pulls out almost completely before slamming back into you, hitting that perfect spot that has you moaning into the pillow. Your pussy clenches tight around him, dripping wet, but he doesn't let up—he knows how much you want it, how much you need him to take you harder, faster. But Sylus is patient, dragging it out until your body is shaking, the pressure building until you're on the verge of breaking. When he finally lets go, picking up the pace, thrusting into you harder and faster, you come undone, your body trembling as he fucks you through your orgasm, your pussy pulsing around his cock until he loses himself in you completely.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[fatedrisk]

bad idea ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

♱✮♱ social media au

♱✮♱ kim sunoo x male reader

featuring! all of enhypen, huening kai beomgyu and yeonjun (txt), keeho intak and jiung (p1harmony)

synopsis! after a year since their breakup, sunoo impulsively decides to text his ex again, despite the obvious disapproval of his friends. little does he know, his ex had been thinking of him as well.

content warning! angst, fluff, profanities, suggestive jokes, kys/kms jokes, nsfw themes, mean jokes, ♫ means chapter includes written parts

authors note! heavy inspo from @solkver!! 𖹭 feel free to comment your @ or send an ask on my inbox to be added to the taglist! obviously mlm && sporadic updates bc i cant make a schedule for the life of me....

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 started...! 250320 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 updated...! 250408

ongoing! taglist still open ᯓ★

i. PROFILES !!

♪ chapter 00 ! goofy goobers ♪ chapter 00 ! sassy men apocalypse

ii. CHAPTERS !!

♪ chapter 01 ! why can't i let go of it? ♪ chapter 02 ! take one more chance on me ♪ chapter 03 ! push and pull to get closer ♪ chapter 04 ! is that too much to ask? ♪ chapter 05 ! you make me go crazy over you ♪ chapter 06 ! you got me moonstruck ♫ chapter 07 ! i loved that lie ♪ chapter 08 ! 'cause i don't have nothing to lose ♪ chapter 09 ! a little bit of fun is just enough ♪ chapter 10 ! maybe someday memories fade away ♫ chapter 11 ! 'cause i'm intoxicated ♪ chapter 12 ! complicated games of love ♪ chapter 13 ! try to let go ♪ chapter 14 ! all or nothing, i want all of you

taglist! @firstclassjaylee @gnusihcom @aussie-boys-wife @lelestarmy @solkver @akeurajii @desafortuno @azumi-alezee @rikiimuraaa @rairaiblog @bahngiezzv @dudekiss3r @conwunder @mimimiloomeelomi @fairyssongs @kaiyunsim @timascorner @pedifero @steddie-steddie

[musaslullaby]

The night has only just begun

Max Verstappen x fem reader

Summary: Max becomes jealous when he sees you talking to another man.

Warning: NSFW, +18, you are responsible for what you read.

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I've always loved being around people. Parties, interviews, or simply going out to dinner were a way to clear my head from eternal melancholy.

The limousine sped through the empty streets of Monaco. The only lights visible through the tinted windows were those of the beautiful stars, shining independently in the sky. They’ve always inspired a sense of trust in me, and now, after years of hard work, I can happily consider myself one of them.

"Schatje, are you ready?" Max asked, placing his hand on my leg, covered by the expensive blue dress that sparkled under the moonlight.

"I'm always ready. Perhaps I should ask you if you are." My mischievous smile caused an adorable chuckle from Max, who gently stroked me before stepping out of the car. Like a true gentleman, he opened the door for me, and only at that moment did my eyes wander over his entire body, perfectly framed by a black tuxedo as dark as the night, which highlighted his light blue eyes.

He extended his hand toward me with an elegant gesture while a brilliant, sincere smile adorned his features. His expression was relaxed, genuinely happy, and it made me smile involuntarily. I loved seeing him so at ease, especially because it was rare—during races, he often showed his worst side.

I gently placed my hand in his, which was larger than mine. It felt reassuring as we walked down that red carpet; his presence was warm and calm, in stark contrast to the continuous flashes of the journalists' cameras blinding us. Even the sky seemed to hide its beloved stars from those equally bright machines.

When we entered the venue, the lights were dim, a soft murmur lingered in the background, and waiters constantly passed by with glasses of sparkling wine. Occasionally, you could notice a dark wooden table surrounded by Ferrari-red couches.

My eyes darted around, scanning every person, and they casually caught sight of blonde hair. In an instant, I left Max's side, diving into that ocean of important people, dressed like kings and queens. When I got close enough, I recognized that boy. I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me. "If I’m not mistaken, this is the scent of…" I said, stopping, resting my hand on my chin as I pretended to think. "Ah yes, it’s the new Giorgio Armani fragrance?"

The boy turned to me with wide eyes. "I can’t believe it, Y/N, how long has it been!"

"Too long!" I whispered, laughing, as we hugged, fearing we’d lose each other again.

"So, how’s it going?" he asked, his bright smile so contagious that I felt a facial paralysis coming on.

"Everything’s fine, thanks," I replied kindly, my voice slightly sweetened.

I had no idea how much time had passed since we started talking, but the only thing I knew was that he hadn’t changed: he was still the same goofy boy as always, and in some ways, that was reassuring. As caught up as we were in the conversation, I completely ignored the phone going crazy with calls and messages. By then, my handbag was vibrating every three seconds.

A laugh erupted from the back of my throat; I loved his humor and jokes, but I didn’t even have time to reply before I felt a deadly grip on my wrist, being yanked from the conversation without realizing it.

"That's enough," Max whispered through clenched teeth, his jaw tight.

"Stop it!" I yelled, trying to resist, drawing the attention of those around us, who suddenly stopped talking. Couldn’t they mind their own business?

"Will you explain what’s wrong with you?" I asked, stumbling as he let go, shoving me violently against the bathroom wall.

"What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me?" His anger was evident; I could see it in his eyes, but beyond that, I saw something else… sadness? Melancholy? No, that wasn’t it. Something deeper, perhaps?

"I’m not the one who was eyeing another man," he continued, almost shouting, his voice filled with frustration and repressed feelings.

"What are you talking about? You know I only have eyes for you," I whispered, a slight sense of guilt starting to weigh on me, causing me to lower my gaze.

"Good, liefde, then prove it," he said, pressing his face against mine. I felt his warm breath brushing my lips and his mischievous grin. Ah, that’s what had been in his eyes earlier: lust.

With my cheeks flushed pink, I made the first move, throwing myself onto his slightly chapped lips. Max knew me too well; I would never back down from his provocations.

His hands gripped my hips in a firm hold, pulling me against his body. His teeth sank into my lips, asserting his dominance.

Involuntarily, I let out a sharp squeal, which earned an approving sound from Max. His kisses moved down to my exposed neck, biting and sucking the sensitive spots he knew all too well.

When he pulled away, I ran my hand over the purple and red marks he had left on me. A shiver of excitement shot down my spine as Max seductively licked his lips.

"Kneel," he ordered in a firm, authoritative voice, as he unbuttoned his pants.

With a subdued nod, I knelt before him, noticing the bulge in his pants. When I saw his member freed from its restraints in front of my face, I felt a sharp pang of pleasure deep in my core. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. I could hear his muffled grunts under my touch, and the heat he caused throughout my body was heavenly.

"Damn…" His hands found a grip in my hair, tugging to push deeper into his sex. My cheeks flushed red as he completely controlled the rhythm. Gag reflexes took over my body, feeling his member contract and the veins growing rigid. Suddenly, I noticed the pace increasing, although sloppier, and after two more thrusts, Max released himself into my throat.

"Swallow it all, I don’t want to see a drop," he whispered, pulling me up by my hair. His cheeks were flushed pink, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

He was incredibly sexy. With a seductive movement, I placed my hands on his chest, letting his expensive jacket fall to the ground. The white shirt clung to his body from the sweat, revealing his sculpted abs.

Max dropped the authoritative act for a moment, planting a sweet, wet kiss on my lips, tasting himself, before returning to the Max from before.

Without effort, he lifted me into his arms, playing with the edge of my panties, slightly pushing them aside, brushing against my swollen, already wet lips.

"You're already ready for me, schatje? Pathetic," he whispered with a mischievous laugh on my lips, and his closeness definitely wasn’t helping.

Quickly, he aligned himself with my entrance and penetrated me, our ragged breaths mingling together. I could feel every part of him inside me, every small movement and his overwhelming heat. He didn’t wait a second before hammering into me at an inhuman pace. I was sure my screams could be heard throughout the club.

He was consistent, hard, and fast. No second thoughts or hesitation, his movements were precise and sure. I buried my face in his neck while he grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure.

The tip of his member hit my g-spot, making me melt like cream in his hands. I could no longer think straight. A warmth crept into my lower abdomen, and with each thrust, it became more intense and taut until it finally snapped, accompanied by a scream carrying his name in a vulgarly melodious way.

"He would never make you scream the way I do," he said between grunts, pushing even deeper, losing energy as he went.

After a few more thrusts, he reached the height of pleasure and came inside me with a stifled groan, muffled by a kiss full of sweetness and lust, mixed in a perfect cocktail.

Sweat dripped down his face as he lovingly pressed his forehead against mine.

"I love you, schatje," he whispered against my lips in a soft voice, planting a few kisses on my face.

"I love you too, especially when you're jealous," I said with a playful smile, grazing his earlobe with my teeth, making him shiver at the contact.

"Ready for the next round?" he said with a mischievous smirk, running his fingers down my back, exposed by the low cut of my dress.

"The night has only just begun..." I whispered, laughing softly as I gently caressed his cheek, my heart beating faster knowing what awaited me.

[strawb2k]

Ada men’s favorite position— ♪♫♬ . . .

Feat : Osamu Dazai, Atsushi Nakajime, Ranpo Edogawa, Doppo Kunikida

Warn&Note: NSFW/SMUT CONTENT, Cursing/Profanity, Out of character, minors DNI, No pronouns used for reader, pet names, Praise, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, cringe, I’m new to tumblr so don’t expect anything, rushed, lazy, bias.

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— 001. Osamu Dazai

You don’t really remember exactly what happened and how you got into this situation—not with his thick cock repeatedly pounding into your tight hole, moans and whimpers leaving your pretty lips. However that wasn’t the only sounds being heard, small grunts and heavy breathing could be heard from your boyfriend, Osamu Dazai. His dark chocolate brown hair was damp from sweat and sticking to his forehead, his eyes were pinned down on the person beneath him. A mixture between desire and excitement in his gaze, he couldn’t help it. They looked gorgeous underneath him, moaning and panting while his cock continued to pound away in their hole.

Dazai had you in a matting press; your ankles rested on his broad shoulder and his hands were attached to your hips. Gripping your hips and pulling you back on his cock when he had pulled back before slamming back into you, each thrust seemed to get deeper each time. It was almost overwhelming. Your chest slightly recoiled with each pushing thrust and Dazai couldn’t help but notice. He felt proud of himself that he could make you feel like this, he smirked slightly before he ran one of his hands up from your hip to your chest, groping it lightly, his thumb running over your nipple teasingly. He loved this so much, the power he held over you and the fact that you let him do this to you, he felt so lucky.

“..Mmh, c’mon bella…you can take it..”

— 002. Nakajime Atsushi

You couldn’t even comprehend that your sweet and innocent boyfriend, Nakajima Atsushi, was absolutely feral during sex. The only sounds being made was moans, whimpers, and skin slapping against skin. Atsushi’s eyes rolling back and a little bit of drool falling out of his mouth. He was trying to be gentle, he really did, but his tiger instincts overpowered over his mental state and the only thought in his mind was to breed you. His cock continuously pounded into you with his thighs slapping against your back thighs. It hurt, yes, but you didn’t even notice from the amount of pleasure that had overtaken your body and the pure bliss of moans that were heard.

Atsushi’s fingernails dug into your hips without even noticing it. You were in doggy position while he pounded from behind, your ass was in the air while your face was in the plushy pillows. Atsushi whimpered and he sped his already quick thrusts, his fingers beginning to create small bruises on your hips which he was sure to make up for it. Your moans also increased, trying to catch your breath while his cock pounded into your tight hole. Your eyes half-lidded and full of pleasure. After a few more thrusts; it got a little sloppy. His movements slowed down and he let out a whine before pulling your hips closer too him, his cock burying deep inside you before you felt a warm and stick liquid leaked inside you, he had cummed. He slowly began to pull out, his cock growing soft.

“M’sorry lovely, was I too rough?..”

— 003. Ranpo Edogawa

Soft and pretty whines and whimpers could be heard from the man underneath you, Ranpo Edogawa. After a particular difficult case, he had wanted nothing more then his pretty partner to get on top of him and ride him. So here he was, underneath his partner, hands grasping their hips and thighs. You on the other hand, bounced on his cock—small huffs and moans leaving your lips. Ranpo’s cock leaving and entering you over and over again.

Your bare ass slapped against his thighs each time you slammed down on him. Ranpo almost couldn’t take it, his eyes rolled back and a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. It was kind of amusing seeing the greatest detective in the world blissed with pleasure and overwhelmed from the overstimulation. Ranpo kept on mumbling and pleading with you to go impossibly faster, he couldn’t help himself, it just felt so good. His cock being squeezed by your tight hole with each thrust. His hips began to slowly grind up a bit and try to thrust up as well, meeting your bouncing.

— 004. Doppo Kunikida

Both you and you’re boyfriend had been at it for the last hour, huffs and puffs leaving his lips, his blonde hair damp and sticking to his forehead from sweat. Who knew that your idealist boyfriend, Doppo Kunikida, was so rough and quick during sex. He hadn’t even cummed yet while you we’re approaching your second climax. It was overwhelming yet so pleasant as well—you wanted more of him. Kunikida let out a grunt as he felt you tighten around his cock, his grip on the back of your knees tightened and he continued to pound into you like there was no tomorrow.

Kunikida had put you in a missionary position, his slim hands wrapped around your back knees and pushing them down so that they were almost touching your shoulders. His hips moving in a thrusting movement to meet your tight hole each time. His hair was damp and his low pony tail was loose and slightly falling out, his glasses were a little foggy, and his body was almost shiny like from sweat. Kunikida sometimes couldn’t help himself, especially when it came to you. So here he was, pushing your knees to your shoulders while pounding inside of you, his movements quick and rough. How he loved you so much.

“…mph..ngh..”

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧’ || 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary_ where you follow Coriolanus to his exile, he asks you to marry him and have a life in the districts, but you find a notebook from Lucy Gray, with an specific lyrics of a song, discovering Coriolanus probably never truly loved you, but her.

Warnings_ angst, fluff, NSFW content, oral (f receiving), implied PIV sex, love triangle, Lucy Gray is slightly mean but we love her,

Notes_ pls listen along skin from Sabrina Carpenter <3

♪ ♫ Coryo playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

He was your love, your soulmate, your eternal companion.

Coriolanus and Tigris Snow found you as a little child in the streets during the war. You grew up with them. You worked scavenging to sell and make money. Coriolanus stated that he loved you when you two were nine years old. He made you his girlfriend the summer before starting senior year at the academy.

His exile made you a mess of tears, but you promised to follow him. Because you couldn’t leave him alone. Even worse when you had zero answers and there was an apartment debt.

You weren’t expecting any luck in the twelve. It was far from the Capitol and the less fortunate district. The streets were full of vendors who were willing to trade anything for a loaf of bread. And the people weren’t the kindest, especially when you arrived with two big suitcases and a silk dress with a fur coat. You screamed Capitol, and they didn’t like you.

For a long time, during your early days as a teenager, you and Coriolanus would go back to your house. It had been extremely difficult to gather your surviving belongings and search for items that would make enough money to survive the week. Your mother’s clothing had done everything to make you look like you weren’t hiding any financial issues. And your father’s suits helped to put a great impression on Coriolanus. The Hunger Games seemed to be what you two desperately needed. But things didn’t work in your favor.

The following morning after the games, when you woke up, Coriolanus was gone. He kissed you goodnight and went to sleep. Tigris told you everything and you quickly tried to contact your boyfriend but it didn’t work out.

In spite of desperation, you found a job at District 12, as a novice nurse. You quickly passed the test that proved you could defend yourself in the medical branch and after a signature, you were on your way to the twelve.

Without the prize, the chance to go to University was gone, you told your friends that Coriolanus and you decided to serve the nation and they believed it.

You walked through the savage streets of the poorest district of Panem, hoping to see your man. Under the military, he would be unlikely to have free time.

But to your luck, you heard his voice somewhere in the crowd.

“CORYO!” You screamed once you saw his broad shoulders walking in the opposite direction from you. He turned confused, but soon after spotted you and his eyes widened in surprise.

He started walking towards you, leaving behind his friends who also looked confused.

But you didn’t care, your smile grew and you started running towards him.

In his peacekeeper uniform and sweaty forehead, he looked gorgeous. And then you realized his hair was gone.

You collided in his chest and his strong arms embraced your waist, making you notice that had also gained muscle.

He was shocked, but all his moodiness from the Mockingjay hunt evaporated as soon as he reached you.

Just seconds after being in each other’s arms, he kissed you so desperately and you reciprocated with passion that ended up in a messy and addicting kiss.

Soon the two of you remembered you were in the middle of the street and that his friends were looking at you, loudly gossiping about the scene. You spotted Sejanus and smiled at him after he waved at you happily.

“You’re here,” he said surprised.

“Your curls are gone!” you replied and Coriolanus chuckled, kissing your forehead.

“Why are you here?” He asked this time. You sighed, cradling his face briefly.

“You kissed me goodnight and the next morning you were gone,” you say keeping a low tone that he appreciates.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. Sending you to bed knowing I would be gone? I know it would have cost you” he said, and you nodded.

“Tigris told me everything. With the debts and us not having the chance to attend university, I found a job at the local clinic. I will send money home and I could also be with you” he frowns.

“With your name, you could’ve asked for a loan. You could’ve asked for a job with Pluribus. Why didn’t you do that?” He asked taking your hand. You didn’t have to follow him. You could’ve stayed at the Capitol, not having to give up on much.

“What was the point if I wouldn’t have my love with me?” He can’t hide his smile. He feels lucky and proud that he already has a fine woman who loves him to death.

Then Coriolanus feels guilty because the reason he chose the twelve was because of Lucy Gray. He loved you, but there was something about his songbird that had enchanted him. Either way, you were here and he knew everything would be easier.

You smile back at him and he has to resist the urge to kiss you again.

“Come, I’ll present you to my friends and Sejanus who you already know” You nod, accepting the hand he offered you.

At that moment, Coriolanus felt relieved he had decided to keep whatever he had with Lucy Gray secret. Sejanus said he expected Coriolanus to respect you and not play with two girls, and so he should.

But no one said it would be easy.

…

Words well used solved as much as money did. The headmistress nurse already loved you, saying you were the most modest novice she’d ever had in her 35 years of experience. The way you usually spoke gave you many advantages upon your arrival in District 12. You got your own room, it was a little cottage. But it was your own.

Your schedule had you three days near the barracks where Coriolanus was able to sneak to be with you. The first weeks you couldn’t be with him during the weekends. You had to pass many tests and receive training.

Soon you fall into a routine that makes you question if that was it. Was there a future with Coriolanus in the wilderness of District 12?

The question is soon forgotten because Molly; one of your housemates knocked on your door. She had green eyes and gorgeous hair, like melted carrots. Usually sweet and loyal, she quickly became your friend. Molly came from District 2 and had gotten along Sejanus very well. Hence why she appeared early at your door with an indigo dress and red lipstick.

“Goodness! Where did you get that lipstick?” The girl grinned and showed her hands, full of cosmetics that almost made you gag.

“At the black market. I even got to pick shades” You picked a brick-toned lipstick and some smoked brown eyeshadows.

“Can I use these?” Molly nodded excitedly.

“Sure. We’ll share them. Next time you go and pick other shades if they have more” You never had a female friend like Molly. Capitol girls were colder, usually envious of minor matters, and unreliable. Anyhow, you considered most girls in your class family. Especially Clemensia Dovecote. She was close to you and Coriolanus, and if you had had more time, you would’ve confessed the truth to her.

Either way, you would be where you were, getting ready to have dinner with Coriolanus, Sejanus, and Molly as a double date. Sejanus was sweet enough to trade some of his ma’s treats in exchange for dollars and afford dinner. However, Molly and you were to pay entrance to the Hob with your first payment. Of course, you sent more than half of it to Tigris and Grandma’am.

“Look at you!” Molly made you twirl around her finger and made you laugh.

“You look lovely, y/n”

“And what about you?” She rolled her eyes playfully and proceeded to open the door for you.

The dress Tigris made for your seventeen birthday was pastel pink, but over the years collected dust and just hours before you left the Capitol she had dyed crimson with wine and other things her boss; Fabricia, had wasted. And now, it seemed to be a matter of attention in the twelve. Many girls turned to look at you and men did too.

However, you only had eyes for the blonde who waited for you at the entrance of the rustic cabin that served as a restaurant. His eyes sparkled and smiled at the sight of you.

“Hey, you…” you greeted, putting your arms around his neck. He chuckled, giving you a quick kiss.

“Hey, love” Both of them smiled at each other like idiots before Molly pulled you two inside the restaurant.

It was busy, full of peacekeepers and their wives. However, nobody paid attention to the two lower-ranking boys with their dates.

Since the pockets weren’t full enough to have a full dinner, Coriolanus and you shared a steak with mashed potatoes, gravy, and chunks of vegetables. Molly had soup with bread and Sejanus too.

You suddenly felt happy. You forgot you once had a life at the Capitol. You just lived the moment and realized it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be. As long as you had Coriolanus by your side.

Soon after having dinner, Sejanus traded some of his ma’s treats and let you, Molly, Coriolanus, Beanpole, and Smiley to get inside the Hob. A bottle of white liquor appeared and everyone started drinking. Deep inside you, there was a kindred alcoholic who craved feeling light as a feather and acting silly.

Feeling tipsy, you barely notice the Covey and Lucy Gray entering the stage with an olive dress and dark blue makeup. Coriolanus stares at the songbird and soon he reminds the promises he made to the girl. He knows it’s too late to turn away. Lucy Gray had seen him with you. She seemed surprised but quickly looked away to talk to the audience and start singing.

Deep in the woods,

there was a girl.

Whom love thought she would find.

At the river,

she thought to have it found.

What a shame it was set to stall.

By crimson red,

her heart was paint.

One kind didn’t work out.

Then another came compliant,

And promised her good things.

Coriolanus soon realized Lucy Gray was probably talking about his failed relationship with Billy Taupe and now with him. But when did she write that song? The last time he saw her, was days before you came to the twelve. Perhaps Barb Azure or Maude Ivory were around and once saw him with you.

First was the river to plague with fright.

Then the bitter taste of treason,

Soon swallowed her that night.

If the girl haunts by the winter season,

Was cause’ love,

Would never be hers.

Deep in the woods,

there was a girl.

Whom love thought she would find.

At the river,

she thought to have it found.

What a shame it was set to stall.

But how could Coriolanus Snow choose Lucy Gray Baird when he had you there spinning in a gorgeous dress made by Tigris, with hot cheeks and disheveled hair, acting silly because you were slightly drunk. He knew he had to talk to Lucy Gray, but not at that moment. He was drunk as well, completely conscious but feeling like he could laugh at anything. So he went straight to his girl and gave her a big kiss on the lips.

His mates from the base cheered surprised to see him act so freely. But he couldn’t care less. Even if Commander Hoff appeared at that moment, nothing could take away the happiness he felt when you kissed him back.

A singer watched from afar and her voice creaked a little after the next song. Lucy Gray knew Coriolanus was trouble. He was Capitol and she was a free spirit. She also knew he had a girlfriend. But she thought that was over when he appeared weeks ago at the same place she was watching him kissing you.

And she couldn’t judge him. You were beautiful, looked sweet, and like you were immensely in love with Coriolanus. It broke her heart but she wouldn’t disturb her mind with that during a presentation. And when Lucy Gray focused on the public again, while singing, she also noticed you and Coriolanus had disappeared.

…

Nobody noticed when you two sneaked out of the Hob near midnight. Coriolanus and you had to stop at every block to kiss a little and then proceed to continue walking while holding hands and giggling. He was supposed to go back to the base but you begged him to spend the night with you.

Through stolen kisses and chuckles, you stumbled upon your door, quickly unlocked it, and pushed Coriolanus inside.

As soon as your hands locked you two in, you had your boyfriend starving for your touch.

“Coryo…” you whispered, urging him to lead the way to the creaky bed.

He understood, as always. His strong arms embraced you, caressing your hips and applying just the perfect amount of pressure that made you gasp in between kisses.

When your back landed on the mattress, you realized your legs had opened to accommodate him in between.

“You’re so fine, sweetheart” you had to giggle, knowing he was keeping many thoughts to himself.

“You sleep in the barracks, baby. I know you’ve grown a dirty mouth” his eyes widened, surprised to hear you say things like that. But it was true, Coriolanus had learned too many things he had no idea before. He understood men in the districts were wilder and dirtier. And he had to accept he had wondered with you included.

“How do you know?” You smirked kissing him again. Brushing your leg with his tent playfully.

“Because the districts are full of starved men.” he smiled.

Grinding each other with clothes on was all you’ve ever done. But now things felt different. Now you were kids assuming the role of adults. Both working, and both are being treated no longer as Capitol kids.

“Wait-… y/n. I don’t have any protection…” The least you needed now was bringing a kid into the world. You agreed, but you couldn’t help but sigh in annoyance.

Both of you stay quiet for a couple of seconds but Coriolanus caressed your waist, his mind busy.

“At the barracks, some of the guys have said something about tasting women…” your cheeks went hot, your legs squirmed together and Coriolanus noticed.

“Come here…” he turned you, making you sit on his lap.

“Sit on top of me”

“What?” He chuckled, grabbing your hips with possession.

“Don’t be shy, dear”

With continuous midnight sighs, your clothes flew away, and your hair ended up sticking to your forehead as you layer spread with Coriolanus in front of you. One hand working on your soaping folds and the other on his own pleasure.

The darkness of the room made it bearable due to heating even in the middle of the night. Molly and Sejanus never returned so what would stop you and your man from enjoying some time together?

He should’ve been sleeping at the barracks and you getting rid of the sinful evidence marking your sheets, hoping that the headmistress nurse wouldn’t notice. But there you were, moaning your boyfriend’s name like a mantra.

Which didn’t stop until a couple of hours before the sunrise.

…

Never in your wildest dreams, you thought you could’ve considered yourself happy at the districts. But you were.

Growing up with Coriolanus had always made you feel safe. But for some time you felt like you actually lived for each other.

Coriolanus was busy during the week, sometimes he wasn’t available on Saturdays, but mostly every day he made at least ten minutes to visit you at the clinic and see how your day was going.

To wear the nurse uniform during the summer was a dare. Long sleeves, aprons, tights, and heel shoes, are not the most comfortable.

But you grew used to it, especially when you worked at the labs and curation department.

Someone knocked on the door and soon it was opened, revealing Smiley, Beanpole, Sejanus, and lastly, Coriolanus.

“Gentlemen, What can I do for you?” You greeted them with a smile.

“A little accident during training. But mostly, we did a favor to your man” Beanpole said and you smiled even more.

Coriolanus offered you a playful smirk which made you blush.

“Well come in. Let me grab my kit” They started talking among each other but Coriolanus went straight to you.

“Rough day at the base?” The man nodded at you.

“At least Commander Hoff doesn’t hate me as much as old High-as-a-Kite-Bottom did”

you chuckle. But it doesn’t go unnoticed by you to see the way Coriolanus scratched his neck and arms.

“You caught an eczema flare up…”

“A rash?” You giggle at him. Coriolanus can’t help but think that you truly were learning medical stuff. You quickly had sutured Smiley’s finger and you rapidly knew what medicine would help Sejanus pollen allergy.

“Yes, a rash, Coryo. Take off your shirt, please” he obeyed.

When he turned around, he felt your fingers trailing the scars of the bombing. You had been taken away before you could know what had happened. Your tribute was killed for trying to escape. Soon you learn that Lucy Gray has saved Coriolanus’ life. You thanked her mentally. But you disliked the way Coriolanus couldn’t stop asking about her as soon as he woke up. Neither did the fact that his mother’s compact had disappeared from his room.

That’s forgotten when you start applying cream across the flare-up from his skin. He sighed in relief.

“I doubt there’s much hot water at the barracks but only take cold showers. That helps”

“Thanks, love” you nodded, kissing his cheek.

Coriolanus had his eyes set on you. He looked at your working hands cleaning the equipment you used, then to your parted lips demonstrating how concentrated you look. He smiled, only having you on his mind at the moment.

“I took the aptitude test to become an official” You dropped the tools, a smile growing on your face.

“Coryo! That’s great news, dear” you said excitedly, hurrying to embrace him.

“I would be able to move out of the barracks. We can get a little house with our incomes and you know… get married. Maybe some kids will run around our property. Who knows?…” your face blush but you can only nod.

You hug him even more tightly and he has to chuckle at your excitement.

“I’d love that…”

Coriolanus soon remembered his songbird and he had to seize the urge to seize. He had been with her as well. And nothing happened beyond stolen kisses and empty promises but still. It was cheating on you.

…

A little a week after Coriolanus applied to become an officer, Commander Hoff implied he had a great chance to pass the test. That made the boy very happy. He even told Tigris in a letter he would send more money, as well as the news he was going to break out that night to you. He couldn’t even remember he was supposed to meet Lucy Gray at The Covey’s cabin. He went straight to take a shower and couldn’t say no to Sejanus offering him one of his best shirts.

The Hob was full as usual. Drunk people everywhere. When Coriolanus entered The Covey was in their “backstage”, he sneaked through the hordes of people dancing because couldn’t risk letting you or Molly see him.

Lucy Gray had a gorgeous light brown dress with shiny makeup. She was drinking water when she spotted Coriolanus and smiled.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see you now” she explained, walking towards him.

To be honest, Coriolanus wasn’t sure why he was there. But he was sure he had to talk to Lucy Gray before even seeing you again.

“Yeah. I wanted to talk to you…” her eyes sparkled with hope. Poor songbird.

“Sure. Spit it out…”

“I think you know by now that we work better as friends,” Coriolanus said.

“Oh”

The truth was that they were opposites. Even if you had broken up with Coriolanus for any reason and they decided to try it out seriously, they weren’t compatible. Lucy Gray wanted to be a free spirit and she thought too much about the people. Coriolanus mostly agreed with the Capitol and he firstly loved another woman. One who thought the same way he did.

“She really is the one. Right?” Lucy Gray questioned, obviously referring to you.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Lucy Gray”

“Oh but you already did”

“Yes, I should’ve told you what happened. But to be fair I didn’t even know myself. Can we be just friends?” He sounded tired and even a little desperate.

Lucy Gray frowned. She valued trust more than anything, he had broken that. But she played her best face and smiled.

“Sure. Friends…”

Coriolanus nodded, knowing things had turned slightly awkward.

Soon he was back and finally in your arms.

He had to start drinking, both of you sharing a bottle that quickly was empty.

You couldn’t stop laughing. Coriolanus was spinning you, holding you in his strong arms, leaving wet kisses all across your face, and being freely lovable.

You didn’t notice The Covey playing. You forgot about your worries and everything.

Then Coriolanus kneeled.

Many people around you gasped in surprise. You looked at Molly and Sejanus in shock, both gasping too, big smiles on their faces.

“Coriolanus…” you whispered his full name, covering your mouth. He smiled.

“Let’s get married” You nodded, pulling him up on his feet to give him a big and long kiss.

The people nearby started cheering, even more than the first time you and him were dancing together weeks ago.

“It’s not as big and shiny as I wanted but… it’s a ring.” He pulled q little ring. He got it at the market and it cost him what he has saved since day one.

Made of copper, with a tiny jade quartz in the middle. Your eyes got glossy and you couldn’t hide a little sob of happiness. He hugged you quickly, confirming you your little best friend who saved you as kids has asked you to marry him.

…

Lucy Gray cried that whole night. She had to swallow her pride and join the applause when he saw Coriolanus asking you to marry him. But she knew there was a long story between you two before she appeared.

So she couldn’t ignore you when you spotted her at the market.

She offered her kindest smile and greeted you. Lucy Gray even congratulated you on the engagement.

And with the pain of her heart, she invited you, Sejanus, and Coriolanus to have a picnic day at the lake The Covey always visited.

Lucy Gray felt awful after seeing your excitement.

And when she saw you coming in a pretty sundress, she had to do everything to calm her jealousy. You looked so happy, holding Coriolanus by the hand and laughing with Sejanus.

“You have the same bag as Lucy Gray!” Maude Ivory said appearing out of nowhere. You looked at your bag and then at the songbird. It was indeed the same bag. You smiled at the girl.

“I see. We must’ve gotten it the same day at the market. It’s so pretty…” The bag was brown, with delicate flowers embroidered and some zipper inside. For the price, it was a great deal.

“It is” Lucy Gray simply said.

“I love your hair, by the way,” Maude Ivory squealed.

“Oh. Thank you. And I like your bracelets…” you replied, smiling at her.

“Really? I make them with stainless steel cable” Coriolanus only exchanged looks with Sejanus, appreciating how well you interacted with the girl.

“Well, they’re amazing. You should try getting some quartz to decorate them…”

“Like your ring!” The girl said pointing at your right hand, making you raise your arm, paying attention to the engagement ring.

“Yeah, like my ring…” you said, looking at Coriolanus with a big smile that he reciprocated.

“Help me lead the way. My feet are free from blisters. Barb Azure got me a new pair of shoes the other day” She dragged you by the hand, leaving Coriolanus and Sejanus behind.

The blonde didn’t ignore the cold look Lucy Gray gave him. But he tried to ignore that.

“I can’t believe you two are getting married. We’re barely over eighteen“ Sejanus said chuckling.

“Me neither. But what’s left?… I don’t see myself with any other girl but then her”

“That makes me very happy. I know you two were made for each other, Coryo”

Coriolanus smiled, nodding. Even when the songbird that had caught his eyes was walking the same trail as you, Coriolanus was ignoring his mistake, his betrayal. Because despite his slips, he merely loved you.

“And what about you and Molly?”

When Coriolanus turned to see his friend, he saw Sejanus blushing, which made the blonde chuckle.

“We’re doing fine. We had a great date last night and…”

“I guess we are no longer kids,” said Coriolanus laughing harder, resulting contagious to Sejanus.

And in over an hour, everyone was at the lake, swimming and having a great time.

As Maude Ivory was sleeping in one of the blankets to rest, Lucy Gray hummed a song, watching the sunset. But soon her eyes drifted to a certain couple.

You were covering your eyes, alert to hear your boyfriend approaching. Once you moved your hands away from your face, you noticed Coriolanus wasn’t around. It was a silly game but it made you anxious.

You two were the only ones left at the lake.

“Coryo?” You asked, wondering how long could he resist underwater.

Maybe it was the military training. Your mind quickly shifted to his new physique. Coriolanus looked manly, a lot. His defined muscles hadn’t gone unnoticed by you. And as much as you missed his curls, you loved how he looked now.

“CORIOLANUS!” You screamed when you felt a pair of big hands around your waist, completely taking you aback. He started laughing, something you missed dearly.

“I hate surprises” you admitted, looking away from him.

“Oh, but you weren’t disgusted when I asked you to marry me?” He cheekily mocked, making you gently push him.

“No silly, I mean when you know a surprise is coming. Like that time it was my birthday and all of you made it so obvious, I couldn’t stop biting my tongue” Your smile makes him unable to resist the urge to kiss you. So he does.

He gently bumps your forehead with his and he recalled saying you were his favorite person as a kid. He still thinks the same.

…

Later that night you are untangling your wet hair. It had been amazing at the lake and you liked everyone from the Covey. You even dissipated your insecurities about Lucy Gray. You were happy to tell all the great news to Tigris and Grandma’am.

“Hey, Do you have the coral lipstick?” Molly asked walking inside the room. She was set to go and have another date with Sejanus.

“Yeah, let's grab it from my bag” When you dug your hand into the bag and couldn’t grab it, you dropped everything on your little vanity.

You grabbed the lipstick but soon a big frown appeared on your face.

There was a notebook that didn’t belong to you. You carefully eye it; no name or anything on the covers. Without any other option you opened and the name wasn’t necessary.

Every page contained lyrics. It belonged to Lucy Gray.

The worst part? The bookmark attached to the page your fingers grabbed it from had a song, written almost a week ago.

Everyone wants to be like a hero —

The cake with the cream, or

The doer, not dreamer.

Doing hard work,

It takes some to change things —

Like goat's milk to butter,

Like ice blocks to water.

This world goes blind

When children are dying.

I turn into dust, but

You never stop trying.

It's why I

Love you —

You're pure as the driven snow.

“Oh my god…” you gasped, rage invading your whole body as you kept reading. Molly looked confused and went to sit beside you.

Cold and clean,

Swirling over my skin,

You cloak me.

You soak right in,

Down to my heart.

“Are you alright, y/n?” Molly asked and you handed her the notebook. Soon she understood.

“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding. I don’t think Coriolanus would do this. He proposed to you, y/n. He loves you”

“Ever since the reaping… I knew he had seen something on that girl” you said bitterly.

“Lucy Gray is a teenage girl still. You are a woman, you grew up with Coriolanus.”

“He’s still a man, Molly”

“A man that loves you and would never hurt you over something so stupid. Put that notebook away. Maybe Lucy Gray reconciled with that Billy Taupe” You nodded, feeling her warm embrace.

“I can totally stay with you”

“Oh god, no. You go out and have fun with Sejanus, dear”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, maybe I’m overreacting. Go and have fun” she nodded, smiling. And by her choice of outfit, you weren’t sure if Molly was to go and have a romantic night with Sejanus. You had grown suspicious of their escapades, but you hadn’t questioned it.

When Molly left. You finished making your bed and you gave the notebook one last look.

Lucy Gray could have a crush on your fiancé. She could even love him. But Coriolanus Snow would always choose you. That’s why he gave you the ring and not to her.

You placed the notebook in a drawer, hoping to return it as soon as possible.

…

Coriolanus knew you were avoiding him since the day of the lake. And he wasn’t sure why. But you told him you were busy at the clinic. Only accepting phone calls that lasted no longer than eight minutes.

“How’s work at the clinic today?” He asked through the phone.

“Tiring, I’m set to assist a medic at surgery tonight. And I also did the anatomy test to see if I can get a higher rank” you said, cleaning the sweet in your forehead.

“That’s great, sweetheart. Does that mean you’ll be free this Friday?”

“I don’t know…” Coriolanus frowned, grasping the phone anxiously.

“Is everything alright between us, y/n?” You mentally cursed.

Well no, I suspect you had or have an affair with Lucy Gray Baird. Instead, you sigh, forcing a chuckle.

“Yes, dear. It’s just that Sejanus’ Ma said she would send a bride gown for me and I guess I’m growing… nervous about the wedding” Coriolanus smiled, swallowing your lies.

It wasn’t a lie the thing of the bridegroom. But it sure wasn’t the real reason why you had been distant with Coriolanus.

“We can wait. It would be better if we waited until both of us get a higher pay” you nod, eager to change the subject.

“Yeah, so uh- I think I changed my mind about Friday. I’ll see you at the Hob” clutching at the hem of your nurse uniform, you closed your eyes.

“I’ll miss you dearly. Till Friday, sweetheart”

“Don’t forget to send Tigris and Grandma’am the money. Bye, dear” you said before hanging the phone. Soon you sighed, tired and nervous about how things had changed so fast.

“Uh- y/n?” Said one of your workmates knocking on the phone calls room.

“Yes?”

“The headmistress nurse is asking for you at her office…” you frowned.

“Thanks,” you said to the girl before leaving the room.

…

Every trace of insecurity was gone the moment you saw Coriolanus at the Hob. The acid taste of a drink you asked for burned your throat and made you feel excited, gracefully spinning as the crowd stomped and sang happily.

Coriolanus also felt the awkwardness washed away. Seeing you so happy made him almost forget you two had a life back in the Capitol. He realized it didn’t matter where he ended up, all he needed was to be with you.

“You’re in such a great mood,” he said.

“Because you make me happy”

He kissed you, tenderly and dearly holding your hand while doing so.

Both of you separate after hearing the Covey getting on stage, ready to sing. You smile looking at Maude Ivory with a crown of flowers.

“I’m getting another drink,” you said, kissing his cheek before walking away.

“Anything in particular?” The bartender asks.

“Anything with lots of ice, please” he nods and you sigh, brushing some hair away from your sweaty forehead.

When you turn towards the stage, you notice Lucy Gray is starting to sing. Not paying much attention at the beginning you start drinking, feeling the relieving ice melting in your mouth. But quickly, you stop moving, you try to concentrate on the sound, hoping that the crowd will shut up at once.

Like goat's milk to butter,

Like ice blocks to water.

This world goes blind

When children are dying.

I turn into dust, but

You never stop trying.

You leave the drink, taking a few steps forward, eyes glued to Lucy Gray. Your frown starts getting more evident when you see her hopeful smile, her crimson lipstick makes her teeth look even whiter and you know that smile was from love. You don’t want to look around, but you do. Your eyes start searching for Coriolanus. Each step you gave closer felt like a sharp needle poking at your stomach. In his hand, he holds a drink, a glass half empty. On his wrist rests a bracelet.

Your heart stops. It was one of the bracelets Lucy Gray had the day you saw her at the market. The same teal strap around her wrist.

It's why I

Love you —

You're pure as the driven snow.

But what finally broke you was his smile. Coriolanus seemed proud of earning such mention. It seemed like they weren’t even aware they weren’t alone. Like she wasn’t a filthy district scum. Who only had the charm of singing songs. Like Coriolanus didn’t have a fiancé in the same room. Who had already placed all the puzzle pieces in place. Like nothing could ever touch them.

Perhaps your gaze was too strong because Coriolanus felt it. And when he made eye contact with you, that was your cue to bolt. You start pushing people to get out, feeling like the air is suffocating you. Tears violently threatened to spill out.

A couple of steps out of the place, Coriolanus grabs your forearm gently, turning you around in the process.

You slap him as soon as you face him.

Coriolanus looks at you in shock.

“When are you gonna start making intelligent decisions, Coriolanus?” The man couldn’t dare to look around at the shocked people who witnessed everything.

He quickly understood what you meant and with the alcohol in his system, he blushed.

“It didn’t mean anything. It’s over” he almost whispered.

You sighed, letting some tears fall shamelessly.

“Yeah, over like our engagement” You took off the ring, literally throwing it on his face and finally walking away.

With the weight and pain of your heart in your hands, you went straight to your bed, ignoring everything that happened.

…

For two entire days, Coriolanus didn’t know anything from you. He asked Sejanus if he could ask Molly about you. The answer was disappointing as Molly stated that you were taken to District 10 to take a test on surgical procedures.

Coriolanus was made a mess. He avoided Lucy Gray as much as he could and every night he clutched onto the ring. He was aware he had committed many errors but he wasn’t expecting to hurt so much to hear it from you.

But he assumed the guilt. You had done nothing wrong from the moment you met him. Always helping him, keeping his secrets, and being loyal.

She was my sweet girl, he thought.

For some reason, he couldn’t believe what happened. You were very smart, he knew. But the way you solved the mystery in two seconds just by listening to Lucy Gray sing, Coriolanus was shocked.

His need to have you by his side grew the night he killed Mayfield. Seeing Sejanus and Molly being so traumatized by the scene made him realize he had to act. As much as he disapproved of the couple’s rebel intentions, he had to disguise the crime.

Coriolanus missed you so much that he even called you the next day. He asked the secretary of District 10 Hospital if you could speak to him. But the nurse told him that the patient you were treating died and you were taking the day off.

That only made him feel worse.

The disgrace seemed to be following him after Sejanus was taken away and hours later he was hanged along with Molly and that poor man that took the murder weapon.

His head told him to go with Lucy Gray. Because there wasn’t anything left anymore. If someone found the murder weapon with his prints on it, he was dead. He had lost you. And probably it was for the best to disappear into a humble life he wasn’t meant to. The bugs, the weather, the Mockingjay, he hated it.

“What did you tell her?” Lucy Gray asked once they arrived at the cabin.

Coriolanus was about to be honest and say that you hadn’t talked since the day you called off the engagement. He was about to confess that he would never stop loving you. Because it was over.

But he opened the bundle of fabric and there it was the murder weapon.

There was his ticket back to the officer’s academy, back to give power back to the Snow name and back to you. He was free.

So he lied one last time to Lucy Gray.

“I told her that I was sorry. And that it was over for the better” The songbird smiled, quietly understanding what he was thinking. So she also lied to Coriolanus one last time.

…

Nothing could have prepared you for your arrival back in District 12. You left made a mess and came back only to discover Sejanus and Molly were hanged for treason.

You felt sorrow for the loss, but you also felt betrayed. Maybe the late couple didn’t want to hurt you by involving you. But it felt more like they probably weren’t truly close friends. And that ended up hurting you the most.

At that point, you didn’t know what to do with your life. With no friends, no news about Coriolanus, and certainly not expecting anything from him, you had no clue of what was next. Staying in the twelve sounded depressing. Going back to the Capitol meant having to give explanations to everyone and having no job nor education assured.

Sobs took longer than an hour to stop. You found your way to Molly’s side of the room. She had many trinkets and perfumes. Her old desk was untouched. Like she wasn’t even dead. Your fingers trace a paper under a notebook. It was a picture of you and her with Sejanus and Coriolanus having dinner.

Molly looked so happy, Sejanus seemed like he had found a worthy reason to stop defying his wealth. And then there was you and Coriolanus. He was hugging you, his handsome face looking at the camera but surely holding onto you. And your smile looked so naive. Like everything was fine.

Sure it was. Perhaps you were clueless of the truth, but it felt fine.

And before a new wave of tears could come after you. There’s a rushed knock on your door.

Fixing your dress, you give yourself one last look in the mirror, placing the picture back where it was.

“Coming!” You said.

Well, you couldn’t hide the pain of your face but it was the best you could do.

Once you opened the door, shivers ran down your spine.

“Coriolanus?” There he was. Also looks like a mess and carrying his bag. He had the formal peacekeeper uniform and looked even scared.

“Please trust me one last time, y/n” you frown, looking at him in disbelief.

“What did you do?” He sighs.

“I’ll tell you everything. But you need to answer me. Would you trust me?” Unsure, you cross your arms, looking away from him.

“I can’t do this without you…” he admitted, trying to grab your hand.

“Why don’t you ask her to help you?”

“Because it is you who I want, y/n. And I’m sorry for the stupid things I did” You let him grab your hand and his cold touch felt fine. Maybe you felt so alone that you started to ignore all the things he did to you, but the truth was that missed him a lot.

“What do you need me to do?” He smiled and leaned, ready to kiss you but you stopped him.

“Trust isn’t restored that fast, Coriolanus” The man nodded, understanding what you meant. And he was willing to wait. After getting rid of Lucy Gray he vowed to never trust anyone again. But he could make a little spot for you.

“Pack your things,” he said, entering your room.

“What?”

“We’re leaving”

“Coriolanus Snow. Tell me what the hell is going on? I-“

“Just know that for everything I’ve done, you were always at the back of my mind” and that time, Coriolanus didn’t lie.

…

At the districts would lay the darkest secrets of Coriolanus Snow. That he killed his best friend, that he killed an innocent woman who just knew too much. That he got rid of his songbird. And that he cheated on his girlfriend with that same songbird.

As soon as he went back to the Capitol, his luck changed. Both of you started university months ago. The penthouse was renowned. The Plinths turned into family awkwardly. And you would never know many things.

But Coriolanus had gotten his way back to your heart. He had changed a lot. You could tell he would never be the boy you fell in love with again. But you liked how this new man treated you. You liked his words, his promises he always fulfilled and you loved his touch.

With the holidays approaching, you convinced your friends to make a trip to the snowy mountains of the Capitol, where there was an elegant club for the elite and the best restaurants. Sure Lysistrata complained saying maybe everyone should mourn Sejanus a little longer but you insisted it was the best after all that happened during the 10th Hunger Games.

“Why are you up so early, dear?” Asked Coriolanus simultaneously knocking at your door.

When you turned to face him, you couldn’t help but smile. He looked like he had just woken up, his curs weren’t hidden under a slick back hair yet and he looked so boyish.

“I want to be done packing up before finals week” he nodded.

Despite being together again, both agreed it was the best option to keep separate rooms. It made the thrill of being lovers greater and more enjoyable.

“I’ve seen there is a big library where we’re going. We could go and buy some books for our collection” he adds, making you smirk.

It wasn’t a secret he had transformed into a perfect boyfriend. Once Livia Cardew tried to flirt with him at a gala and he politely rejected her, stating he was serious with you.

“I would like that very much” his fingers gently grasped your hips and slowly a smile also appeared on his face.

“Sudden change of subject but… Did you change your hair?” His question made you chuckle, but slowly you nodded.

“I dyed, yes” It was very discreet but once he noticed, he started loving it.

“You look lovely…”

“Thanks, Coryo”

He kissed you. It felt nice, slow, soft. Coriolanus had erased every trace of pain you had accumulated and turned into a solid proof of love.

He didn't know how he was doing it, given that he had turned colder. But not with you. He would never.

As he kissed you, he slipped one hand in his pocket and gently placed the item into your palm. Your eyes shot open and you broke the kiss.

Feeling the cold round object, you slowly opened your hand and there it was. A golden ring with a big rectangle diamond that shined beautifully. The band had tiny details carved. It was antique but elegant, sophisticated, and perfect.

“I won’t ruin it this time. Never again…” he whispered in your lips.

“Coryo… Where did you get this? Did Strabo-“

“No. It was my mother’s…” your features softened.

“Grandma’am kept it all these years. The only thing she saved from us selling or trading” he added, which only made you feel tender.

“So… Would you marry me?” He got on his knees and you were already nodding.

“Yes… I think we’re ready now”

You were always going to be his karma. His reason to feel guilty. But he preferred keeping you by his side forever rather than letting you go. And the worst part was that he actually loved you.

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[stargazedwinchester]

ִ ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ `animals, dean winchester ༘♡

summary: dean. the impala. need i say more? word count: 855 pairing: dean winchester x reader now playing;｡･:*♫♪ animals - nickelback tags: car sex, fingering, p in v, riding (unprotected), exhibitionism (kinda), almost getting caught MINORS DNI!! THIS POST IS NSFW!

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

Dean is a bad influence.

Terrible.

You’re not supposed to be here with him. You’d be in deep shit if your father ever found out.

He says he’s an idiot, a goddamn waste of time.

You don’t care. You should, but…

The windows are fogged up already. You’re straddling him, grinding over his jeans as you pull your skirt up to your hips. You can’t name a place where Dean’s hands have been, but his grip is strong against your ass, one hand on the small of your back. He adjusts himself, shuffling down to make himself more comfortable. You can feel him throbbing against you, aching to breathe.

Your hands fumble and fiddle with the button on his jeans, unzipping them, revealing his black underwear and an extreme hard on.

He groans under his breath. “Jesus,” he gasps, lifting his hips to help you drag his jeans down just enough. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“My dad is so gonna kill you.” you keep your voice low, sultry. You lightly graze your tongue against the outside of his ear, kissing down his neck toward his mouth. You linger just above him, pressing against him. Cloth is the only thing that separates you both.

Dean’s eyes meet yours—green, hungry, and feral.

His fingers trail from the bottom of your back, moving over to your panties. Fingertips tracing over the lace trim, the slightest touch makes you whimper.

“That a girl,” he hums, “so wet for me, huh?” he coos, and you nod. Your lips meet with his, sloppy kisses as your fingers trace the elastic of his underwear, pulling it over his cock. It stands with a slight inward curve, veiny and thick. Each time you see him like this, vulnerable and hard as fuck, it gives you a feeling that’s beyond your thoughts. The excitement of everything, of him… damn. It’s unreal.

He pushes your panties to the side, the back of his finger sliding over your pussy, lightly grazing your clit, just enough to make you jolt.

You gasp, and Dean has a cocky grin plastered across his face.

His finger slides down and sinks in to you. Just one, and that’s enough to make you moan. “P-please…” you groan, and Dean’s breath halters. “You ready for me, sweetheart?”

You nod frantically. He lifts you by your hips, enough to lower you back down onto him. Dean’s lips part as he lowers you gently, his tip only just enters inside before he moans hungrily in your ear. Inch by thick inch, he’s fully inside of you, buried deep to the hilt.

The stretch burns in the best way, the familiar feeling you know all too well.

You rock your hips slowly at first, adjusting to the fullness, every roll dragging a low moan out of both of you. Then faster, each bounce making the Impala creak and shift beneath you.

Dean’s thumb finds your clit again, rubbing tight, fast circles while he thrusts into you.

You’re resting your hands against his chest, gyrating your hips flush against him, his hand reaches up and bunches your hair into a fist, tugging gently to not hurt you.

Your head falls back as you ride him harder, faster, chasing that dizzying high, a tense, euphoric feeling.

“Dean—” you gasp, voice cracking. “D-Dean…”

“I know, baby,” he huffs, “You’re right there, you gonna come for me?” He growls in your ear.

And you do.

Dean speeds up as the orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your eyes flutter shut as you cry out, your hips bucking against him intensely. You can feel your legs weaken, yet the adrenaline high remains the same.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, thrusting into you harder, deeper. “You feel so good when you come.” He speaks, a gruff tone to his voice.

He’s close, you can feel it. The way his rhytm falters, his breaths getting sharper and the way his fingers dig into your hips like he’s holding on for dear life.

“Shit—” he pants, his jaw is clenched as you moan, leaning back. You rest your hands just above his knees, allowing him to push deeper. You watch his face, full of lust and ardour.

Dean pounds into you one last time, buried dee as he comes with a gutteral moal, spilling inside you in hot, thick waves His body shudders beneath you, sweat shimmering on his softly toned abs, his breath uneven.

You collapse against him, skin damp and sticky, the car silent except for the soft sounds of the pair of you breathing, the gentle creak of the leather beneath you.

And then—

Headlights.

Dean stiffens beneath you.

It feels like your heart falls to the pit of your stomach.

“What was that?” You ask, holding your breath.

Dean stays quiet for a second, awaiting something, but it never shows.

“Do you know that car?” He asks, caution in his voice. You actually look this time.

You swallow, dread crawling up your spine.

The adrenaline high that disappeared a few moments ago, comes back a million times worse.

“My dad,” you whisper. “It’s my fucking dad!”

[tsukiimonster]

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

♬♪♫♩: if i didn't know better - Mac Lorén

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Letting another person wash your hair can be such a beautifully intimate act. It started with just that, but then transformed into more.

𝐚/𝐧: I'm so sad I missed out on Misty Invasion. Hopefully, one day, there'll be a rerun. Until then, I will continue to daydream about sensual shower sex with Sylus...

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5K

[𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐨𝟑]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW, smut, Sylus x fem!reader/mc/you, shower sex, established relationship, oral sex (fem recieving), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, P in V sex, biting, plot what plot/porn without plot, aftercare, growling/vocalization, body worship

The sound of rushing water fills the bathroom. Steam and heat envelop you, shielding you away from anything beyond the bathroom door.

He lathers the shampoo into your hair, watching as your eyes close and your eyebrows relaxing. The tension bleeds from your face; your shoulders fall. His fingers press into your scalp, massaging, careful not to pull your hair, gently scraping with his nails. Suds push between his fingers, and the scent wafts up, mingling with the steam until the space fills with soft lavender. You release a long, slow breath. His eyes catch on your lips, watching as they part with relief. He gently guides your head back under the stream of water. His eyes follow the path of suds from your hair, over your shoulders, down your sternum, to where they sluice through the apex of your thighs.

Something sharp and needy sparks low in his stomach. He gathers your hair in his hand, tilting your head to the side with a firm pull, exposing your neck. The warm water rushes down your body in rivulets. He leans in, mouth closing over your pulse, teeth sinking into skin while the water pours down his face. He’s met with a soft gasp as his other hand rests at the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, trailing kisses up your neck, along your jawline and finally meeting your lips.

The kiss is possessive and consuming, it always is with him, but there's no urgency. No desperation. Just an unspoken declaration. A silent promise like something exchanged between two souls in the earliest hours of the morning.

It's not something you have to reciprocate, this contract of his devotion that he is sealing with his lips. There's no quid pro quo. He offers it to you freely like a knight in service of his queen. Unyielding.

He pulls back, eyes meeting yours, his thumb brushes over the flush of your cheeks, admiring how the water droplets cling to your eyelashes. He grabs a washcloth and soap, then begins gently scrubbing over your heated skin. His hand leaves a trail of suds as he washes you with the reverence of an artist observing his muse. Taking his time; slow, thorough sweeps over soft skin.

He pauses when he reaches your stomach. Again, there's a twist of something within him. A compulsion. A need for you to feel the abyss-like depths of his adoration. How it burns within him hotter than the fires that dragons are born from.

He carefully lowers himself, knees pressing into the tile. Your pulse quickens at the sight. Dampened silver hair fallen over his forehead. Garnet eyes gleaming through thick lashes.

His hands slide around your thigh pulling your leg forward, then continues. The heat of the water, the warmth of his palms through the soapy cloth as he brushes it over your sensitive skin, it’s enough to make you lightheaded. You place one hand on the tiled wall, steadying yourself.

With every pass of his hands over you, you feel yourself becoming more exposed. Before, you were marble. Solid, yet soft. Now, you're slowly being chipped away. Details beneath revealed with each moment spent in his presence. Each time your eyes hold a moment too long. Each gentle brush of his hands against your face. You were being molded by the shape of his affection.

He finishes washing every inch of you with the gentle care of something that is precious. Invaluable. When he looks up at you, your heart squeezes at the hunger in his eyes. He catches every sharp intake of breath past your lips.

His bare fingers trace the skin of your legs and your free hand threads into his wet hair, the strands soft and thick with water. He slides his palms up your thighs, parting them. Baring you to him.

“Let me take care of you.” His voice barely audible over the rush of the water. A prayer sent up to the goddess that is you.

Your throat bobs, pupils blown wide, and you nod.

Leaning in, he lifts you so your legs rest over his shoulder, and nuzzles into you. Heated lips trail kisses along the inside of your knee, traveling higher and higher. You tremble slightly with each kiss as he inches closer and closer to where you want him most.

His nose brushes against your center followed by the press of lips. Torturously slow, he opens his mouth, and just when you are about to plead for more, your gazes meet and his tongue swipes through your folds. Your hips buck at the contact, and he moans as the taste of you invades his senses. Your gasps set his blood on fire. His already half-hard length beginning to swell further with an ache he's not sure will ever be satisfied.

He breaks you apart. Every stroke of his fiendish tongue is another crack in your composure. Every greedy pull of his lips against your damp heat hits you like a brick shattering glass. When he starts flicking his tongue, you can't hold back the sounds of desperation trapped in your throat. Your shoulders press back into the glass, your body heaving, the added sensation of the water caressing your breasts heightening the pleasure.

It's maddening, the way you coat his tongue like the sweetest honey made from moonflowers. He's never craved anything more in his life.

Now ravenous, he starts moving his head up and down, keeping the pressure firm as he laps at your center. When your hips start to roll into him, chasing your release, he groans in approval.

His hands shift to cup the plush of your ass for added support.

“That's it, kitten. Use me.” he rasps before pulling you between his lips and sucking with fervor.

A wrecked sob bubbles out of you, fingers digging into his scalp, trying to stay grounded to this moment. You're so close already. Breathing heavy, quick pants expanding your lungs before exhaling on a whine.

When he eases a single finger into you, your hips buck against him. He pushes in and out of you slowly. Once. Twice. Then he adds a second finger.

You cry out, back arching, desperate and keening, “Sylus…”

He growls in response as you quiver around him. He continues stroking you, fingers curling inside you while his tongue flicks furiously over your swollen sex.

The pleasure crests steadily, blossoming beneath his ministrations, before everything seems to slow down. Without warning you come. It's loud and chaotic. Urgent and reckless. You feel yourself becoming untethered as you're swept up in the storm of him.

As he continues working you through each tremor that wrecks your body, the song of your ecstasy bounces off the tile walls like a concert hall. Your voice is like a sonata that was composed just for him. He'll hear it in his dreams until the end of time.

Your body continues to spasm, thighs clenching around his ears, “Fuck…”

A whimpering cry escapes you as he removes his slick covered fingers and places a final kiss against your soaked skin before standing. He lowers you, and your still trembling legs wrap around his waist. The warmth of the water rushing over you as you trap his hard length between your bodies sends a lick of heat down his spine.

In a blissful haze, your lips seek his. Your patience long eroded and washed down the drain. He groans, turning to press your back against the tile. Grinding his hips into yours, the thick head of him sliding easily through your folds sends aftershocks rippling through you. Your tongues mingle and every inch of your skin touching his stokes the fire, becoming more frenzied.

Your hands grip his shoulders with an intensity that surprises him. The rough press of your fingers into his skin proof of how you are just as ravenous for him.

Breaking the kiss, he lowers his head down to your breasts, immediately drawing one peaked nipple into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue lathing over you sends goosebumps across your skin.

He runs his hands over you, up your thighs to rest at your hips. His fingers press firmly, and his head rests against your shoulder, grounding himself as he tries to catch his breath.

You gasp at the sensation of his warm slick skin against you. His skin is hot and you can feel him at your center heavy and throbbing with need.

“Sylus. I-” your words die on your tongue as his hips continue to push you into the shower wall.

He groans as he feels himself sliding through the remnants of your release, “So goddamned perfect…”

His breath is husky against your ear as he pulls an earlobe between his teeth, “Tell me what you need, sweetie.”

You can't even rouse the focus to play coy. Sylus always makes you speak your desires, no matter how long it takes, or how much you try to hide behind shyness.

Plush lips press against the spot below your ear. “You. I need to feel you… inside me.” you respond on a shuddering breath.

He looks down to where he is rutting against you, and he can't help closing his eyes at the sight of him sliding through your glistening sex, his length covered in your arousal.

You reach down and grip him. His eyes fly open as he lets out a huff. The molten heat that gathered at the base of his spine threatening to boil over. He was struggling not to come right there while you pump his flushed length from root to tip.

Your voice is a soft whisper, “I want you to fuck me, Sylus.”

With effort, he tears his eyes away, back to your face, as you guide him to your entrance. He wants to watch as you feel every thick inch of him filling you.

Your back arches when the head of him breaches just inside your center. He had stretched you out so beautifully, and you're so wet, so slick- there is almost no resistance. Your body is completely, irrevocably ready for him. As if you were made for him.

There is still an exquisite tightness as he slowly pushes in, giving you more and more. He feels you pulsing around him, impatience prickling just under your skin as you exhale on a moan.

He slides in further, the delicious burn of him inside you blotting out everything but him. All of your thoughts, gone except for one name.

When he's fully seated within you, you both sigh. His thighs begin to tremble with the need to move.

Sensing his fraying restraint, you whimper, “Please… Sylus-” your nails bite into his shoulders.

He exhales on a huff as pulls his hips back, then his voice drops low, “Oh, how I love when you're greedy.”

He rolls into you with a force that steals the breath from your lungs. Your mouth stays open, eyebrows pinched in ecstasy, the sensations overwhelming you in the best way. Your hands snake behind his neck, fingers gripping the wet strands there as he sets a relentless pace.

His labored groans against your ear only drives the pleasure higher. Knowing you are making him feel this good. Knowing with every muscle pulled taut with need, every desperate shuddering breath from his lips, and every rumble vibrating from his chest is a testament to his helplessness when it comes to you. He gives you everything, shamelessly.

He has never tried to hide the intensity of his reverence for you. You've never had to question what you mean to him. For all of his mystery, when those ever expressive eyes meet yours, they always show you exactly what he feels. People think he is hard to read, but you quickly learned it was merely a matter of looking in the right places.

Sylus was written in a language that only you understood. Etched into your very soul like ancient hieroglyphics. It had been there from your first draw of breath, and would remain long after your last.

Your back squeaks against the tile, and the steam of the shower is thick in your throat, covering you in its own warm caress. Your eyes are heavy, and as they meet his, you see the inevitably of your path, plain as day.

He must see it in your eyes as well, because he growls low in the back of his throat and places a hand between your bodies. His thumb rubs against your sensitive bud, sending a flash of fire throughout you. Your eyes squeeze shut, as the build up of all of the sensations come to a head.

White heat explodes behind your eyes, and your head falls to his shoulder. You press your lips against him, then bite down on the thick muscle. He lets out a roar as you feel his rhythm stutter before he is suddenly pulsing inside of you. His own release erupts from him on a string of curses, drawing out your own climax.

You feel as if you have become atomized. The very fabric of your being separating and entangling seamlessly with his as if it were meant to be. As if it had always been that way.

Wave after wave of ecstasy ripples through you until his hips slow, then stop. He stays inside you for a moment as he tries to catch his breath. His forehead falls to your shoulder as an aftershock pushes his hips against you one final time, causing a shiver to roll through you. Your mingling breaths blend into the sounds of the water as it continues to cascade over your joined bodies.

Once you've both recovered enough, he rinses you then guides you out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you before picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom. He lays you out against the sheets, before crawling over you and pulling open the towel.

Your still flushed skin blossoms with goosebumps. Covering every inch of exposed skin as your nipples pebble against the chilled air.

He lays beside you, arms encircling you, pulling your soft curves against him. A satisfied hum vibrates from his chest, as his fingers trail lazily down your side.

You smile, breathing deeply, nuzzling into his warmth. The smell of the soap you used mixing with his natural dark scent fills your lungs. A sense of deep satisfaction settles into your bones. Your energy is not depleted, but your body is ready for rest.

He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering for several seconds before you feel him relax further. His head rests against the pillows as he brushes your hair back. His hand finds yours, threading your fingers together. You fit against him like a puzzle piece he had been missing for a long time.

Early dawn light barely creeps from under drawn curtains. Slowly, you drift off like that. Skin pressed against skin, limbs entangled together. Your heartbeats falling into a matching rhythm, and your breathing continues to deepen until the last vestiges of consciousness evaporate like fog from the bathroom mirror.

[justalittlecutiepie]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆˚˖𓍢ִ໋ A very My Little Pony Christmas . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Day 10: sweetie belle ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

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₊˚｡⋆❆ dni: nsfw, meanies, ed, sh, anti agere, anti petre etc ❆⋆｡˚₊

[dreamingkitsunewrites]

✰ WOKE UP IN JAPAN ✰

✰ | Inspired playlist here |.

Prologue | Next Chapter here

✰ Pairing neighbor!Choso Kamo x bartender!Reader

✰ Summary (chapter 1/? of Queen of the Night), in which you offer to help your lovely younger neighbour Yuji with his chemistry homework, but end up bumping into his mysterious, ever-elusive older brother, Choso aka ‘the ghost of the block'...

✰ Warnings crack, slow-burn, pining, opposites to lovers, awkwardness, jealousy, underground nightlife, Choso being cold and intimidating at first, reader being messy™️, suggestive language (nsfw and dark themes coming later on-check series materialist for the complete list)

~5k words(First chapter turned out longer than expected..sorry abt that)

Comments and Reblogs are appreciated 💜

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪: "Woke up in Japan" by 5sos

7:42 AM

“Are you still asleep?!” Shizuru’s hands jolt you awake, practically sending you flying out of your dreams. “Damn, you’re going to be late for class again!” 

You blink groggily, your mind struggling to catch up with reality. Less than twenty minutes to make it to campus, and here you are, still snuggled in the warm embrace of your blankets. Last night, you’d fallen asleep mid-jam session, headphones still on, your beloved guitar resting in your lap like a loyal dog. Papers are strewn about your room like confetti from a failed celebration, and as you tilt your head to one side, you feel Shizuru shaking you again.

“Wake up!” she insists, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement.

With a jolt, your eyes flutter open, and you’re immediately met with the relentless buzzing of your phone alarm on the nightstand. “Shit, it’s late!” you exclaim, snatching it up. As you read the time, your heart drops. “NO WAY! IT’S THIS LATE… Shit, no, no!” 

In a whirlwind of panic, you leap out of bed, your feet somehow getting tangled in your own guitar. You trip and stumble, barely managing to grab a pair of wide-leg jeans and your favorite cropped sweater from the drawer as you dash toward the bathroom. 

“Whoa, watch out!” you yell, just as you collide with a shirtless guy who seems to have wandered into your apartment, probably one of Shizuru's late-night visitors. 

“Hey, good morning to you, Sleeping Beauty… You must be Shizuru's roomie,” he greets you, completely unfazed by your chaotic entrance. You feel your cheeks flush as you awkwardly try to cover your exposed legs, the oversized t-shirt you're wearing doing little to help. “Yes… it’s me… nice to meet you,” you stammer, trying to muster a smile despite the embarrassment. “Ehm… I’d love to chat, but I really have to go… I’m late again…for uni I mean” you clear your throat, trying not to cringe at your own goofiness.

With that, you escape into the bathroom, your laughter mingled with anxiety echoing through the hallway. Just before you close the door, you notice your roomie still standing in the corridor with her mocking grin, and you turn back to Shizuru, mouthing a whispered rebuke. “Who's him, 'Zuru? Can you at least give me a heads-up next time a guy stays over?” your frustrated words elicit a chuckle from the pink-haired girl "you know…so that I can avoid being caught half naked by a stranger again…"

Shrugging, she just gives you an amused look, clearly entertained by your morning fiasco. Still flustered, you crank up the shower without checking the temperature. The moment the water hits you, you realize too late that it’s scalding hot. “AHHH! That’s not what I signed up for!” you yelp, jumping back, only to drop the bottle of lotion, which thuds loudly against the tiles.

In the kitchen, Shizuru and her date exchange glances, the sound of the lotion bottle crashing resonating through the apartment. 

“Is she okay?” he asks, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, she’ll be fine—just a typical morning of hers. This girl’s trouble,” Shizuru replies with a roll of her eyes.

Finally, you emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing out behind you like a dramatic exit from a soap opera. You grab your bag and beloved headphones, rushing toward the door. “I’m leaving! See you later, Zuru!” 

Just as you’re about to vanish, you pop your head back through the door, suddenly reminded of the other person in the apartment  “Oh, and… it was nice to meet you, uh… Kenji?” you attempt a name, hoping it will be the right one this time…it's definitely hard to keep up with Shizuru's adventurous love life…

"Yeah... whatever…" The guy looks at Shizuru, bewildered. “Who the hell is Kenji again?” 

Shizuru mentally curses your terrible memory... you've mistaken him for her previous date “Told you she’s completely bonkers,” she mutters, shaking her head, before smoothly shifting to another topic. 

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Just then, another door swings open in the hallway, the one of apartment 24, right next to yours. Yuji Itadori, your neighbor, waves goodbye to his older brother, Choso, while chewing on a half-eaten sandwich…

You are too ingrossed in your phone to notice him and you and Yuji end up slamming into each other, a comedic collision of morning chaos. “hey careful here...oh it's you! Good morning!” you both exclaim, chuckling at your synchronized enthusiasm.

Yuji is the sweetest guy ever—an actual angel. He’s a bit younger than you, but since you moved to Japan to study, he’s always been there to lend a hand, whether it’s carrying heavy grocery bags or rescuing you and your roomie when your apartment almost caught fire. “Setting off for uni already?” he asks, flashing that bright smile of his.

“Yes… classes start in ten minutes, but I’ve made my peace with being late…” you shamelessly admit with a smile, glancing at your phone. There was something about Yuji's candor that made you feel at ease, as if you could tell him about the most embarrassing thing you've done without being judged at all.

“By the way… how’s school going, Yuji?” You can’t just run off without exchanging a few words with him; he’s too lovely.

“I've joined two more clubs this year, but…” Yuji sighs dramatically, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his backpack. “Science is driving me mad! I can’t keep up with both biology and chemistry at the same time!” 

“Oh no, Biology and Chemistry together in the same sentence sound scary…” you agree, genuinely feeling for him. Without thinking twice, you suggest, “I still have some remnants of knowledge from high school. I could help you with your homework… if you want, of course!”

His big doe eyes light up with gratefulness. “Would you really do this for me? Thank you!!” he exclaims, nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement. Yuji's spontaneous reactions were always too precious, you simply can't say no to this guy. Not that you mind being around him actually.

“Yeah, no problem! That’s what neighbors are for, right?” You smile back, feeling a warm glow at his enthusiasm. “ok then…When do you want to start?”

“Let me think…" he taps his finger on his temple, feigning a not so credible hesitation "How about this afternoon?" He spits out soon after, a goofy smile on his lips "eheh...The situation is bordering on desperate here, and I have a test next week…” He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Is it that bad?” You muse, trying to suppress a laugh. “Okay, okay… don’t worry, Yuji, I can help. How about this afternoon, around 5?” 

“5 PM sounds perfect for me!” He looks at you like you’re his personal superhero. “We both should really go now…" he says, glancing down at the ridiculous time displayed on his screen "see you later, then!” 

“Yeah, we definitely should” you agree, putting your headphones on as you begin to walk toward the lift. "See you later!"

“Thank you! You’re the best!” Yuji’s voice rings in your ears once again before you disappear behind the doors, your heart a little lighter and your day a little brighter.

…

“I'm home, Cho!” Yuji bursts through the door like a whirlwind after a long day of classes, his shoes and backpack tumbling onto the doorstep in a chaotic heap. The moment he steps inside, his energy lights up the quietness of the living room.

Choso lounges on the couch, wearing an expression that screams “boredom” as he stares blankly at the TV,  probably rewatching the same episode of some mind-numbing comedy series in the strenuous attempt to kill his time until Yuji would be home from school. 

“Hey, you’re back earlier today!” the guy says, glancing at the clock. “Were Megumi and Nobara too busy to hang out this afternoon?” His curiosity is piqued, especially since Yuji hasn’t plopped down on the couch beside him yet; instead, he busies himself gathering the avalanche of papers scattered across the living room floor and fluffing the couch cushions like a domestic tornado.

Choso sighs and lazily stands up, trailing after Yuji to the kitchen, where he surprises his brother wrestling with a mountain of neglected dishes in the sink.

“What are you doing? Did we suddenly become a popular hangout spot and I missed the memo?” Choso asks, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy, his pigtails swaying back and forth in rhythm with his thoughts.

“Oh, yes! Totally forgot to text you about this!” Yuji muses, a casual shrug accompanying his words. “ Our neighbor from the 23 is coming over to help me with my science homework.” He says it as if it were the most normal thing in the world, but Choso’s eyebrows shoot up, a mixture of panic and confusion etched on his face. Someone. A girl, to boot, is going to visit them…since when?

“Which one of the girls next door? The new one?” Choso’s memory is a little foggy; he’d caught only a glimpse of you moving in nearly a month ago, awkwardly maneuvering your staff in the hallway like a wizard trying to find their way in a Muggle world. 

He’s always been the king of avoiding small talk and the awkwardness of handshakes, not to mention the sheer horror of forgetting someone's name right after meeting them. What he dreaded most, though, were the judgmental glances he received from strangers, as if his unconventional style was a neon sign saying, “Please stare at me!”. It basically feels like his worst nightmare is coming true in front of his eyes right now. 

He looks at Yuji in horror, hoping he will get the hint, but his eyes soften as he watches his hyperactive little brother. How could he understand? Yuji is the complete opposite of him. He was a social butterfly, flitting from person to person, charming everyone in the neighborhood with that infectious smile of his. 

“Yes, her…” Yuji confirms, trying to gauge Choso’s reaction. But Choso is still sulking, clearly annoyed that his afternoon plans with Yuji have officially been hijacked. “You know… she’s really nice. Always checking in on how school’s going. In fact, she was the one who offered to help me!” Yuji tries to cheer up the conversation.

“You could’ve just asked me for help!” Choso retorts, his tone dripping with faux indignation as he crosses his strong arms, frowning at his brother. 

“And when exactly did you become a master of subscripts in bulk and balancing chemical equations?” Yuji teases, clearly enjoying this little sparring match. 

Choso plops down at the kitchen table, pouting like a child denied dessert. “I could’ve helped you by reading the books first and then explaining it to you! You know I’ve gotten pretty good at explaining stuff by now!” He tries to sound defensive, but the corners of his mouth betray him, earning a chuckle from Yuji.

Just then, the doorbell rings, echoing through the apartment like a dramatic soundtrack. “Cho, please open the door for me, will you? I need a sec to finish here!” Yuji’s request sends Choso into a minor panic. He definitely wasn't prepared for this…greetings have never been his thing. But he stands up from his seat nonetheless "Just because it's you Yuji". He squares his shoulders, taking a deep breath, and dragging his feet toward the door. 

As he approaches it, he can't help wondering what he was getting himself into. Would this new girl find him weird? With a final gulp, he grasps the doorknob, hiding his nerves under his usual expressionless pout, the one Yuji calls his typical 'resting bitch face': He is now officially ready for the most awkward encounter of his life.

…

On the other side of the door, you stand, nervously clutching a couple of library books to your chest. They are your secret weapons for the afternoon, intended to help Yuji with his homework. 

When the door finally swings open, you are completely unprepared for what greets you…or better, who does:  there he stands,a well-built guy you've never seen around before, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, arms crossed, with an air of casually intimidating coolness. He is tall and pale, his skin seemingly untouched by sunlight for ages, giving him an otherworldly vibe. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark circles framing them like a pair of ominous shadows, and he's studying you from head to toe as if you were a particularly perplexing puzzle. 

You soon realize who you were standing in front of: none other than Yuuji's legendary, ever-elusive older brother—the one your roommate dubbed “the ghost of the block” whenever he comes up in conversation. You’d heard the wildest theories about him: some claim he was a sort of anarchist scribbling deep thoughts on walls in the dead of night, while others insist he was part of a notorious gang that roamed the outskirts of Tokyo. Now, as you take in the towering figure before you, you can somewhat understand the origins of these myths. Still, you think most of them are definitely a bit too imaginative—like something out of a late-night anime binge. 

“Um, hi…” you manage to stammer after a while, your voice barely rising above the awkward silence that fills the air like thick fog. “Is Yuji home?” You shift your weight from one foot to the other, trying to look more composed than you feel. “I came to help him with his homework. I know he’s been struggling with advanced chemistry… it’s like a nightmare waiting to happen, right?” You attempt to lighten the mood with a joke, your smile widening in hopes of breaking the tension.

But the guy, who appears more or less your same age, doesn't seem to register your words. He simply stands there, studying you with an intensity that makes your heart race. You avert your gaze for a second, trying to catch some more information about him by his body language, but your gaze lands on his crossed-arms figure: he seems tense too, you can even see the outline of his impressive biceps flexing through the puckered fabric of his oversized shirt. 

Choso seems to notice your wandering stare and sighs deeply. He hides his embarrassment behind a wall of annoyance caused by your wandering eyes, even if he himself has already checked out the way your figure all wrapped up in an old oversized leather jacket appears so much smaller than his one. 

You quickly recompose yourself, finally daring to meet his unwavering stare. You feel a bit like a deer caught in headlights, every detail about you being scrutinized—the way you nervously hug your books, the slight tremor in your hands, the way your shoulders move as you speak. His gaze is shamelessly unyielding, and you can feel the awkwardness stretching like an elastic band, ready to snap.

A heavy silence envelops you two and you mentally kick yourself for being such a chatterbox in these kinds of situations. Why couldn’t you be one of those cool people who could effortlessly glide through awkward moments? Instead, you feel like a blabbering fool and decide it was best to just... stop talking.

Choso, however, is still lost in his own thoughts, his mind swirling with confusion. There is something unsettling in the pit of his stomach that he can't quite place. He doesn't trust you, not at all, and the idea of you being close to his brother doesn't sit well with him. But as you smile again, a genuine warmth behind your nervousness, he finds himself snapping back to reality.

“Sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself… I’m such a fool,” you say, bowing your head slightly in an awkward attempt to ease the tension but helplessly ending up betraying your own vow of silence. You remind him your name,not sure that Yuji has already prevented him of your arrival.  “I moved here a month ago. I don't think we were ever properly introduced before…” You flash another smile, and for a heartbeat, you can swear you've seen a faint blush creeping up his nose, right on the bold tattoo that marks his face.

He quickly presses his lips in an emotionless smile “Mhm… Choso,” he murmurs, finally stepping back to let you inside, the moment stretching out far longer than necessary. 

Choso… you take a moment to roll the name around in your head, savoring its mystery. You've never heard this name before but it seems fitting for someone like him… eye-catching, extravagant. Dressed in oversized, baggy clothes that swallow him whole, with his peculiar bangs carelessly falling over his forehead, just above the furrowed brows that give him a perpetually serious expression. He looks like the kind of guy you would usually meet in the dimly lit club you work in, all adorned in chains and vibing to hardcore EDM beats until dawn. But there's also something undeniably intriguing about him—a peculiar charm that makes him weirdly attractive despite his gruff demeanor.

As you step inside, the awkwardness of the scene stretches on: Choso stands next to you, a silent statue in the cramped corridor, while you internally debate whether to break the ice with a joke about his “ghostly” reputation. Thankfully, just as the tension reaches critical levels, Yuji’s familiar, friendly face pops out of the kitchen, like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds of your social anxiety. “Hi! You made it in the end!” He greets you enthusiastically.

“Hey Yuji! Told you I’d swing by to help today! I even hit up the campus library to grab some books… maybe they’ll help…” you say, trying to sound as casual as possible while internally cringing at your own nerdiness.

“Great! Anything could be useful at this point… I can’t thank you enough for your help, really. Advanced chemistry sounds like rocket science to me, eheh…” Yuji gesticulates wildly, taking a step closer and starting to bow comically, as if trying to convey the depths of his gratitude through exaggerated movements. 

“You really don’t need to thank me, Yuji… especially not after you saved our apartment from catching fire just a few weeks ago…” You smile back at him, glancing at Choso, whose eyes widen in shock at the mention of his little brother performing some kind of heroic act. He swallows soundly, making a mental note to return to the topic once you've left the apartment. 

“I even got the chance to meet your brother! We never had the chance to—” you shut yourself, unexpectedly feeling Choso tensing up once again beside you, suddenly aware he was the center of attention, which is clearly not his favorite place to be.

“Yeah… Cho’s a bit of a couch potato,” Yuji teases, throwing his brother under the bus with a playful grin. Choso in return, can't help shooting him a glare that could have melted steel. 

“Hey… it’s not that! I just… don’t have time to hang out a lot. I’m busy here at home,” he replies, his tone firm and proud, though you still can sense the discomfort lurking beneath his casual words. 

“Oh… that’s for sure, Cho…” Yuji laughs, barely dodging the dangerously intimidating glare from his brother. “Come in, please! We can start whenever you want. Let me grab my notes and a pen!” He ushers you into the kitchen, providing you with the opportunity to survey the apartment. You are pleasantly surprised to find it tidier than expected for a pair of guys living alone—definitely a far cry from the chaos that sometimes rages in your and Shizuru's shared apartment.

Yuji gestures for you to sit at the kitchen table, where Choso sat barely minutes before. “Make yourself at home! What can I offer you?” he asks, opening the fridge like a magician revealing his next trick while you remove your earphones and shrug off your beloved vintage oversized leather jacket.

Choso lingers silently by the doorway, watching you like a hawk. He notices how you seemed to curl into yourself, trying to occupy the least amount of space possible, yet your curious eyes dart around their apartment, making him feel oddly exposed—as if you could read into his deepest secrets by the way his favourite mug was decorated.  He surely notices the way you delicately place your earphones on the table like they are precious artifacts while your bag has been unceremoniously tossed aside. 

Just then, you catch him staring and manage to give him another timid smile, but his stoic mask doesn't budge a millimeter. Again. At this point you are sure he doesn't like you. At all…

“Don’t worry about me, Yuji…” you stammer, trying to fill the awkward silence. “A glass of water will be more than fine… Your apartment looks very cozy, guys.” You desperately attempt to keep the conversation flowing (and distract Choso from scrutinizing your every move.)

Yuji hands you a glass of water, and you down it in one gulp, your throat suddenly parched from both the walk and the weight of Choso’s gaze. Does he really intend to stare at you this whole time? 

Yuji plops down next to you, rifling through his notes to kick off the lesson. “What I really can’t wrap my head around in advanced chemistry are all those tiny signs you scribble above reactions, you know?” He fidgets with the pages until he finds what he meant, his notes looking like doodles from an adorable hyperactive child. “Here it is…” he says, handing you the notebook opened to a specific page, momentarily distracting you from your embarrassment.

Choso, however, seems to have eyes only for you. He notices how your hair fell over your face as you leaned in to read and feels a strange urge to understand what made you so captivating to his brother. His gaze lands on the small leather string around your neck, recognising that sort of tight necklace girls around the crowded Tokyo streets usually wear… Nobara says they're called 'chokers' but Choso couldn't really understand the ultimate meaning of those, ending up mentally scolding himself for being distracted by fashion trends when he should have been focusing on the lesson. 

Meanwhile, you have already launched into an enthusiastic explanation about superscripts and subscripts in chemistry,  Yuji completely engrossed, nodding along like a bobblehead. 

Choso tries to keep up at first, but quickly gives up when you start discussing the periodic table and isotopes, realizing he must have looked like a creep this whole time. He decides that you are more than capable of taking care of his little brother… for now. “I’ll be in my room in case you two need me…” his deep, rough voice breaks into your explanation, and you seize the moment to inform Yuji that you have to leave early today.

 “Okay, thank you...By the way, Yuji, I forgot to mention—I really have to head out by six today. Sorry about that. I work tonight. We can also continue another time; I’m available for as many lessons as you need before the test!” You hastily add.

“Yeah? Don’t worry about that… Work? Did you get a job already?” Yuji asks, his eyes lighting up, while Choso stops mid-step in the corridor, curiosity piqued.

“Yeah, I did! I’ve been working as a bartender in this small club for a week now. It’s called The Queen of the Night… you know, that little music pub nearby Shimokita…” you explain, your heart swelling with excitement. “I really enjoy it, actually! I’ve learned how to whip up colorful, scented cocktails, and the best part is that I’m in my natural element all night!” You giggle. 

“That sounds amazing! I know how much of a music lover you are…” Yuji exclaimes, his enthusiasm infectious “ so you usually work during the night, right? How late do you get off?” 

Choso finds himself fighting against the urge to eavesdrop as he makes his way down the hallway toward his room. The lively chatter coming from the kitchen have unexpectedly  ignited a spark of curiosity deep within him—a feeling he can't quite name. It tugs at the corners of his mind, compelling him to pivot on his heels and retrace his steps. So he casually strolls back into the kitchen, feigning nonchalance as he reaches for a Coke from the fridge, all the while straining to catch snippets of the conversation.

“Yeah… my shift usually runs from 8 pm until… well, sometimes sunrise,” you laugh lightly, your voice laced with a blend of humor and weariness as you noticed Choso’s return. “I guess the upside is that I get to watch the sun rising at the end of my shift…”

Yuuji’s smile falters momentarily, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Damn… so you’re telling me you work until 4 or 5 in the morning?” Choso catches the hint of concern in Yuji’s voice, a protective instinct inexplicably flaring up in him. The thought of you, his far too chatty neighbor, serving drinks amidst a sea of inebriated patrons somehow sends a wave of unease coursing through him. He envisions your graceful figure navigating the club, your outgoing personality potentially misinterpreted as an invitation for unwanted attention... The Coke can he had picked up now feels like a vice in his hand, his grip tightening involuntarily as his innate protectiveness surges within him—it simply doesn't sit right.

"Does anyone at least pick you up from there?" The words slip out before he can fully process them, surprising even himself. He turns his back to the counter, his tone harsher than intended, the concern bleeding through the facade of indifference he usually wore.

“Sorry?” You blink, taken aback by his sudden inquiry. 

“I asked if anyone usually picks you up when it’s that late,” Choso repeats, successfully trying to erase any hint of concern from his tone. “It’s not safe for a girl like you to be wandering the streets alone at that hour…” He turns to face you now, focusing on maintaining his usual stoic expression, but the intensity of his gaze betrays him the second your eyes meet. Was the ‘ghost of the block’ really checking on your safety?

“I… don’t worry about me. I’m used to it.” You manage to stammer, a mix of surprise and embarrassment creeping on your cheeks “I used to go to clubs even before I started working in one,” you reply, trying to downplay the gravity of the situation. Yet, the truth is that the thought of returning home all alone in the dead of night is still unsettling to you, regardless of how many times you already did it. You simply shrug, feeling exposed under the weight of Choso's piercing gaze, which narrows as he keeps on scrutinizing your fragile demeanor. Choso struggles to keep his composure, the dark images racing through his mind as he assesses your vulnerability weighing heavily on him. He knew all too well the kind of atrocities male humans are capable of, the kinds of men (not to mention other kinds of entities) who could take advantage of someone like you...or even worse. How could you be so carefree about it? Your nonchalant behaviour ignites a fierce anger within him.

“Tch…” he mutters, his eyes glazing over as he falls into his own thoughts. “All it takes is one creep…” he muses gravely to himself, the gravity of some mysterious memories settling like a storm cloud over him.

He's definitely hiding something-  you notice. Your eyes flicker nervously between Yuji and Choso, trying to make sense of the tension thickening in the room. Yuji, his usual carefree demeanor now clouded with concern, clears his throat before speaking up. “Cho’s right... don’t you have anyone who can walk you home? I can do it for you…” His offer hangs in the air, earnest and almost too sweet, and your chest tightens at the sight of his genuine care.

You shook your head quickly, hoping your refusal won't sting too much. “It’s really not a problem... I can handle it myself. Besides, you’ve got school, Yuji. You shouldn’t be out so late anyways..” The words feel too soft, almost like an apology, as if you are rejecting him in some way, but you can't quite bring yourself to hurt his feelings. And still, you can feel Choso’s eyes on you, sharp and unreadable, like he is secretly waiting for something more from you.

Yuji pauses, his face faltering for just a moment before he turns to his brother. “Okay... well, if not me…” he glances back at you, then to Choso. “Maybe Choso could walk you. Shouldn’t be a problem for him, right Cho?”

Your stomach drops. There it it again—the unspoken weight in Choso’s presence. The thought of being alone with him, of walking the streets at night with Yuji’s intimidating older brother, stirs a sudden anxiety in you. It's not that you don't trust Choso, but something about the silent intensity in his gaze makes you uneasy.

“No…” You interrupt a little too sharply, the words spilling out in haste. “There’s really no need, honestly.” You try to soften your tone, but it still feels rude, especially with the way Yuji’s hopeful eyes are now fixed on you. “It’s not dangerous at all. I even walk part of the way with a colleague. She lives just down the block,” you lie, the guilt curling in your chest.

Yuji and Choso exchange a quiet look—something unreadable passing between them. Yuji’s smile is a little strained as he speaks again, “Alright, then... but can you at least let us know when you’re home? We’ll still be worried…and don’t worry about waking us up: we’re kinda used to late nights, aren’t we Cho?” His attempt to lighten the mood falls flat, and Choso’s subtle shift in expression doesn't escape your notice. A faint widening of his eyes, barely perceptible, speaks volumes—of things only Yuji and him could fully understand. Choso tries to keep his composure once again, even if Yuji's blunt hint at the nightly missions Jujutsu High usually assign them has certainly caught him by surprise.

Choso doesn't speak, just gives a small nod in agreement, and you finally relent, your lips curling into a tentative smile in gratitude. You can feel the weight of his silence pressing in as he turns away. His broad frame leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed tightly over his chest. For a moment, you think he might say something more—but instead, he simply leaves the room, his heavy footsteps fading into the distance, leaving behind a silence that felt far too loud in the aftermath.

You tried your best to refocus on your study session with Yuji afterwards, but your mind kept drifting back to Choso: there was something about the way he had looked at you before—a look that stirs a strange, unsettling feeling. It isn't fear, not exactly, but there is a tension there that you can't ignore. Is he really the cold, dangerous figure everyone said he is? Or is he just... awkward, a big guy in a world too small for him? You can't really understand it. And as your study session wears on, you are remembered about the  agreement you came to before, resigned to feel that unsettling pull in your chest again later tonight…

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪: ♬⋆.˚ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ♬⋆.˚

Feat. Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada)

Rating: Mature

CW: Masturbation, underwear used as gag, pure NSFW, GN reader (no genitalia mentioned), I gave him a hooked nose cuz y not, kinda long

You and Hizashi, better known as the Pro Hero Present Mic have been dating for around a year, so the two of you decided to move into a small, but live-able apartment.

Hizashi’s in your shared bedroom, well, at least that’s where you saw him before you left to do a few errands.

The familiar squelching sound and muffled heavy breathing rings throughout the quiet apartment, Hizashi’s in the laundry room, where he was doing laundry.

The laundry basket is tipped over, and Hizashi is leaned over the washing machine, pants down to his thighs. He has your underwear and T-shirts in both of his hands, sweating a bit.

He’s desperate. Really desperate. And he needs to relieve himself. Now.

He placed the hem of your underwear between his teeth, biting down a bit hard, then, he slowly wraps your shirt around his throbbing cock, whimpering at the fabric tickling his shaft.

Hizashi leans over even further against the washing machine, gripping the sides, his knuckles turning white. The shirt has a little wet spot on it, his pre-cum staining the fabric.

He slowly moves his fist, closing his eyes as he starts to move it faster. He can’t keep quiet, well, because of his quirk and all, but it’s worth a shot.

Hizashi squeezes his eyes shut, his mind wandering to the last time you both got it on.

You were hovering above his face, looking a little nervous as he softly smiles at you.

“Zashi… are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry, love… you ain’t gonna hurt me, I’ll be fine! I want all of your weight on me.”

You sat on his face, his perfectly hooked nose rubbing against your sweet sex. His hands grip you thighs, holding you in place.

Your soft hands grip his long blonde hair, mouth open as your pretty moans flow through Hizashi’s ears like a perfect tune.

His left hand moves up and down your body, feeling up your perfect curves, every dip of your body making his cock harder with each touch. You gasp as Hizashi pulls you down, making sure his tongue and nose are grazing every sweet spot against your sex.

He returns back to his normal mindset, his hand practically fisting his cock, the heat in his belly getting bigger, ready to snap. His teeth bite even harder against the fabric in his mouth, breathing getting heavier, and hair sticking to his forehead.

His tip is practically flowing, staining your shirt with his fluid. He clenches his fist, softly slamming it into the washer, getting closer and closer to his release.

“Oh…f-fuck….[name], just like that…” He moans, muffled, hand moving faster and faster. Hizashi clenches his eyes shut, then, he finally cums.

The tip of his cock shoots out thick, sticky white liquid, staining the shirt. He moans loudly, but somehow, not overwhelmingly loud like he usually is.

He breaths heavy, his bun messy and not in its normal place. Hizashi takes your underwear out of his mouth, sweating as he sees the bite marks, and then glancing at your stained shirt, swallowing saliva nervously

He’s in a bit of trouble when you come home.

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⛧ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: WOOO LORD MY FIRST SMUT YAYAYA tysm for reading this was rlly fun to write even my brain worms r happy AND GIRL SORRY THIS IS SO LONG

Ty @princeasimdiya12 for requesting and SORRY IF THIS SUCKS </3 TY FOR READING kisses (Im rlly apologetic LMAO?)

Love, Plasma

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HXXSXXNG'S MASTERLIST

Key : Smut - S AlternateUniverse - AU Fluff - F Angst - A HeadCannon - HC Drabble/Other - O

ENHYPEN

Multiple Members

HYUNG LINE KINKS S

MEMBERS AS CHASE ATLANTIC SONG LYRICS ♫♪♪ O

HYUNG LINE FAVORITE SEX POSITIONS S

NSFW LINKS #1 S O

ENHYPEN AS SADISTS S

NSFW LINKS #2 S O

MTL to be the best at pulling out S HC O

Heeseung

이희승 - EATING HER OUT S

이희승 - STEPBROTHER S

이희승 - BESTFRIEND!HEESEUNG S F

이희승 - NSFW LINKS S O

이희승 - the day you told me you love me F HC

Jay

박종성 - STUDIO WORK S

박종성 - CRIMSON HONEY : I S AU

박종성 - CRIMSON HONEY : II F A AU

박종성 - NSFW LINKS S O

박종성 - IN THE MORNING S O

박종성 - CRIMSON HONEY : III S F AU

Jake

심재윤 - BOYFRIEND’S BEST FRIEND S

심재윤 - LOVE FROM AFAR S A

심재윤 - JAKE AS A SADIST S

심재윤 - TEASING YOU O

심재윤 - Do You Believe In Fate? S F A AU

the thing about roommate jake is… S F AU

Sunghoon

박성훈 - VACATION S

박성훈 - SOULS BONDED A

박성훈 - JUST FRIENDS? S

박성훈 - NEVER MY INTENTION S A

박성훈 - BACKSTAGE HEAD S O

박성훈 - Past Wounds, Present Hearts S F A AU

박성훈 - SUNGHOON AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER F A

박성훈 - NEED YOU BADLY F S

Sunoo

김순우 - INNOCENT ATTRACTION F

김순우 - SUBMISSIVE S O

Jungwon

양정원 - REASONS WHY YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH JUNGWON F HC

양정원 - PINNED DOWN S O

양정원 - GIRLFRIEND EXCLUSIVE S

Niki

西村 力 - A STORYBOOK AFTERNOON F

Work In Progress

이희승 - Star Crossed A S F

Multi Member Series - FROM THE HEART❦ F S A AU