#and it feels like a dick thing to do to my current workplaces!

[natcat5]

nothing will throw off your schedule for the day like seeing a posting for a job you really want at a place that would look fucking stellar on your resume when you are not actively job hunting and so do not have an up to date application package locked and loaded

literally three and a half hours of my day that I very much intended to spend doing something else!! oh well

[ultravioletrayz]

hii, i hope your day/night has been well !!

i was wondering if i could request husband miguel who’s at the society with chubby/curvy wife where reader is just literally stuck to him like glue because she’s on her period and like also period horny and she desperately wants a lolipop qnd miguel is like totally taking advantage of it by straight up making reader give him a bj for her to satisfy her oral fixation

Holy shit that’s so hot.

Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, oral (m. receiving), size kink (kinda), miguel and reader both being equally needy, public sex? (they do it in miguel’s office), miguel gets kind of rough so throat fucking ig, cum eating, awfully translated Spanish

Summary: following your husband around his workplace all day means miguel gets to take full advantage of your current… situation 🩸

A/N: someone give reader her lollipop :(

Word Count: 1.6K (unedited)

At this point, you couldn’t tell whether Miguel was genuinely clueless, or just being a dick. You’ve been following him around HQ all day, not wanting to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the Spider Society, all the while trying not to cry out in pain and discomfort from how bad your cramps are getting.

It’s like your body wants you to suffer. The dizzying combination of pain, exhaustion, arousal, and the desperate need to distract yourself with something, anything, is enough to make you scurry away from your husband in desperate search of any kind of relief.

You try to follow the signs and the memory of Miguel showing you around his workplace the first time he had let you visit, making your way into the cafeteria. A few Spider-People look your way, confused as to why Miguel wasn’t by your side.

Shyly, you make your way to a few food stands and counters set up throughout the room, asking around if anybody sells a lollipop or anything else that would satisfy your need for distraction. Unfortunately for you, nobody has anything to offer, causing you to smile politely and leave the room, despite how frustrating this whole situation is.

You’ve excused yourself to the bathroom an obscene amount of times, been caught clutching your midsection as a result of your more painful cramps (day 2 fucking sucks), and you’ve been biting and chewing at the collar of the cute little blouse you’re wearing, which was your first attempt to communicate to Miguel this morning that you are painfully horny. And yet, the man you married for his caring and observant nature was none the wiser.

“¿Adónde fuiste?” Miguel’s voice booms behind you, causing a startled yelp to leave your lips as you turn on your heels and look up at him. His expression isn’t one of anger, like you had expected, it’s more amused than anything. (Where did you go?)

“I wanted a lollipop,” You say softly, fiddling with the hem of your blouse as the mere sight of your tall, tan, muscular husband in that skin-tight, holographic suit makes your thighs instinctively clench together. “But nobody sells them. You should get onto that, Migs.” You joke, trying to focus on anything but the aching in your lower tummy and the arousal pooling in your panties.

“Why do you want a lollipop? If you’re hungry, get something real to eat, cariño, a lollipop’s not gonna fill you up.” Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, his sharp red eyes full of confusion as he tries to pin your unusual behaviour.

“Miguel, I'm on my period, you idiot.” You giggle, your suspicions regarding Miguel’s cluelessness towards your situation being confirmed. It was a bit annoying that despite how long you two have been together, he can still get so caught up in work that he doesn’t remember the important things, like when your period’s due and that your oral fixation worsens during that time of the month. But he’s too hot to hold a grudge.

Miguel’s amused expression drops and he lets out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his temples as he mumbles apologies for his negligence towards your feelings the whole day. “Lo siento, querida, I had no idea. Can I do anything to help you?”

You smile softly at Miguel’s apology, licking your lips and fighting the urge to suck on the fabric of your blouse as you look up at your husband. “I need something to distract me from my cramps. Is there anywhere here that sells lollipops? Maybe one of the kids has candy or something stashed in their lockers?”

Miguel tries to hide the devilish smirk that creeps onto his lips as he steps close to you. He rests one of his massive, calloused hands on the back of your head, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “¿Necesitas chupar algo, nena?” (Need something to suck on, baby?)

You blush, Miguel’s teasing comment making you weak in the knees and going straight to your dripping cunt. Your eyes dart around the area the two of you are standing in, terrified one of Miguel’s subordinates may have heard him. Once you’re sure the two of you are alone, you nod, the needy look on your pretty face causing Miguel’s dick to throb in his suit.

With haste, Miguel drags you into his office, your lips crashing against one another as he slams your much smaller frame against the wall, his tongue forcing its way into the warmth of your mouth. One of his hands is buried in the softness of your silky locks, the other cupping your dripping pussy over your jeans, the heel of his palm grinding against your pulsing clit and causing you to whimper against his plump lips.

“Fucking lollipop,” Miguel hisses against your lips, his tone dripping with teasing and dominance as he sits down in the nearest desk chair and gestures for you to follow. “If you wanted to suck my dick that bad, should’ve just said something, princesa.”

Miguel spreads his muscular thighs, and you take it as an invitation to kneel between them. Your head rests on his leg, causing his holographic suit to flicker at the contact. He can’t help but chuckle at the adorable sight before him. His pretty little wifey, desperate to feel his heavy dick in her mouth. With a grin on your face, you reach up to tap the glowing screen of Miguel’s dimensional travel watch, the bottom half of his Spider-Suit dissolving. His hardened cock springs up, pre already dribbling from his reddened tip just because of how needy you are on your period. It drives him fucking insane.

You wrap your hands around Miguel’s shaft, your digits barely enveloping his girthy member, causing him to let out a quiet moan. Your eyes remain glued to his sharp, red ones as your tongue darts out to lick a fat stripe from his swollen balls, along the veins on the underside of his dick, all the way up to his leaky tip. He groans as you plant little kisses against his moist slit, claws protruding from his fingertips and digging into the arms of his chair.

“Stop teasing, cariño,” Miguel whimpers, hips bucking against your mouth to try and force his cock inside. “I thought you needed this-” Miguel’s words are cut off by a loud moan as you unexpectantly give his tip a harsh suck, swirling your tongue around it as you savour the taste of his precum.

He knows that you’re overly sensitive and fragile when you’re on your period, but the second your moist, plush lips surround his cock, he loses all self-control. You wanted something to suck, something to distract you from your cramps? Miguel was going to give you just that. He grabs you by your hair and bucks his hips upwards, his cock slamming into the back of your throat and causing you to choke and cry. He fucks his dick into the depths of your mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he pants and moans above you. You hollow your cheeks and rest your hands on the thick flesh of his legs, trying to ground yourself and adjust to the way Miguel smears his precum all over the walls of your mouth.

“Lo siento– ¡mierda! Lo siento, cariño.” Miguel whines, his hold on your hair loosening as you start to bob your head up and down on his length, sucking him off properly now. He reaches out to wipe away your tears, whispering sweet praises to you to make up for his harsh thrusts before. “Doing so good, baby. Keep going.”

Saliva drips down your chin as you take as much of Miguel in your mouth as possible, your hands firmly stroking the bottom half of his shaft that isn’t inside the gushy warmth of your pretty lips. The weight of Miguel’s cock against your tongue, the way his veins pulsate and brush against your lips each time your head rises, and the sight of his head thrown back and his thighs twitching as he gets closer and closer to cumming makes your aching pussy drool, your panties surely ruined by how turned on you are.

“I’m- fuck! I’m gonna cum, bebé.” Miguel whines, the muscles in his thick biceps bulging as he grips his chair and lazily fucks into your mouth to reach his release. Feeling his twitching cock filling your mouth makes you moan, the vibrations of your pretty sounds sending Miguel over the edge. His cum coats the inside of your mouth, spurting against the back of your throat as he pants and curses to himself.

You release his softening member with a pop!, licking up the stray ropes of his release that coat his shaft and lap, swallowing his load and making sure to clean him up thoroughly. He chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you being so obedient and he lifts your chin in one hand to stroke his thumb against your cheek.

“Gracias, mi reina,” He whispers, enabling his suit once again, his heavy, moist cock disappearing underneath the digital strands of blue and red. “I’ll return the favour at home, okay?”

You giggle and nod your head in agreement, staring up at your fucked-out husband gratefully.

“Can you still help me find a lollipop to buy?”

Teehee :)

[ominiscorridor]

About Unions in France

I had this feeling when looking at the discourse that a lot of people reacting were likely american/used to american ways because a lot of the time they immediately jumped to "qsmp will get sued!" I know that while it's a possibility, it's also usually one of the last resorts when unions get involved... Like the point isn't to destroy a company as much as to make it a better workplace, unions don't want to take people's jobs away as much as ensure they get decent working conditions from my experience. Pretty sure the moment Quackity Studios improves and actually follow the laws, the Union will leave them be. It's more a way to apply pressure on them to do the right thing to begin with, and if the qsmp higher ups decide to ignore it then union negociations will have failed and it'll be time to involve the law.

Also union reps tend to be HR but for the employees, like when you get involved in any type of workplace issue here in France a union rep can and will come with you to face a supervisor and ensure you as an employee get proper advice on how to handle the situation, when HR seeks to minimise issues for the company... Like unions do a lot of cool stuff aside from strikes and lawsuits lmao.

https://www.vie-publique.fr/fiches/24063-quel-est-le-role-dun-syndicat

This explains (in French) what unions do, and the first big point, "représentation des salariés et de défense de leurs intérêts (recueil des revendications, passage d'informations...) " explains that unions "represent employees and defend their interests (gathering their demands, sharing information); based on the message put out by the union involved, they're currently doing exactly that- trying to understand what the employee's demands are.

With their knowledge of French Law and the power given to unions here, they can then basically intercede for the employees (so Leasagne or Pomme's admin), making sure their working conditions actually follow the law, and doesn't cause them too much harm. Normally because it's not online, that's when you'd see people strike as an example. In the article they bring up petitions; I'm pretty sure the public attention is causing more than enough pressure on Quackity studio to give the Union quite the advantage in these negociations right now (which, ironically, is similar to the effect a strike should have, like when the trains stop running the goal isn't just to fuck with people trying to go to work, it's meant to bring attention to an issue. For the trains it's just they do it so often it mostly makes them look like dicks by now- but that's a personal opinion and I'm getting very sidetracked.)

On the topic of union the link shared also show other nifty things they do like they help with handling retirement funds, healthcare etc (actually another interesting point they might bring up with the qsmp; were they actually making sure to pay in to these funds like it's mandated when hiring someone in France? Since they weren't based in France it'd be interesting to see how this would usually go.)

[mermaidsirennikita]

So the Susan Elizabeth Phillips book I'm listening to is It Had to Be You (because the only Chicago Stars book I've read is Nobody's Baby But Mine and it's football season so TIME 2 GO)

And though there are for sure some choices made that VERY much signal this is a 1994 novel (one wording in like, the first chapter, made my eyebrows shoot STRAIGHT UP) (though I'll also say that this book is super about Gay Rights, like our heroine Phoebe surrounds herself with gay men and donated a fuckton of money to AIDs-related charities, and to be clear her 1990s football coach hero is also v down with the gays~, I am blindly going with it)

I will also say that whenever I read an SEP book, I'm struck by several things I find so difficult to find in current contemporary romcoms...

A) legit humor

B) ... thoughtful writing ....

C) the couple just. FUCKING AROUND.

Like, Phoebe has a lot of trauma and hangups (she's also 33, which I love! And I suspect that her hero, Dan, is probably in his late thirties/early forties) but a big part of this book is her learning to be comfortable with sex, which happens with Dan, even though Dan is in fact completely unaware that this is what is going on and just thought that her being like "Can you pretend I'm a virgin" the first time they boned was roleplaying

(Dan: WHEN WILL SOMEONE FUCK ME IN A NON-ROLEPLAYING CONTEXT???)

But like... they have sex... and he doesn't realize what a big deal it was for her so he just sorta skedaddles... and she's pissed about it so they sort of simmer in mutual "it'll never happen again" resentment... until they sorta buddy-buddy because he realizes he was being a dick (don't worry, this is SEP, he WILL be a dick again) and then she pisses him off so much by being like YOOHOO BOYS I THINK PICTURING THE OTHER TEAM NAKED WILL HELP YOU WIN THE FOOZEBALL GAME and then it WORKS, so naturally he then confronts her in the airplane bathroom directly after and she calls him on his shit and dresses him down, only to realize during turbulence-related body-slamming that her berating him made him FULLY aroused, which leads to a partial airplane BJ (her first BJ) (Dan, who does not know this is her first BJ, mentally: she is "sweetly awkward" about this) and an airplane fingerbang (complete) (this poor football team is just asleep a few feet away)

And now! They're just sorta sitting in snarky, not-dating, sometimes fucking around limbo... all while this man is fully like "I WILL BE ASKING THAT SWEET NURSERY SCHOOL TEACHER OUT BECAUSE I THINK SHE'LL BE A GREAT MOM TO MY NONEXISTENT KIDS.... TOMORROW........................... AFTER I FUCK PHOEBE AGAIN.................."

(Because mind you, when she was all "but you didn't come in this airplane bathroom" he was like "ohmigod her sweetly awkward unfinished BJ made me feel A Feeling, I've gotta put some distance between us by telling her that one day I'm going to just say 'Now' and regardless of where we are or what she's doing she needs to follow me to the closest broom closet and SPREAD'")

(to which Phoebe goes "oh actually that sounds amazing", so it did backfire)

There is no discussion of dating or their feelings! There is no rational discussion! They're just impetuously hooking up when they get horny! And sitting there snarking at the workplace (because MIND YOU, she OWNS THE FOOTBALL TEAM HE'S COACHING) while everyone on this football team probably considers whether or not this is becoming a hostile work environment! They're sort of semi-raising her teenage sister together at this point and there has been NO! DEFINING! THE RELATIONSHIP! NO! SENSE! ALL! FEELINGS! AND! FUCKING! AND! MESS!

Honestly??? It also just feels more like how a lot of relationships develop organically??? From situationships to "Oh wait, we're like... dating..." without a full-length discussion until it's already kinda happening?

Like, this is the vibe I want from a contemporary romance. Less rational robotic shit and more "local idiots stumble into love"

[nd-babblinggoblinfromthevoid]

Seeing some other users pop up who also have pots, and reading their past and current struggles has inspired me to write a little about my experience. (From what I remember anyway.)

Just in case, tw/cw pregnancy loss is mentioned.

My symptoms started right smack at 13. I had always been slightly heat sensitive but not enough to really think about it. Then I turned 13 and it was like I was burning constantly. But also, even when I was hot, my extremities would still sometimes be ice cold.

I fainted in the shower, daily. I almost always felt it coming beforehand. The sudden dizziness and weakness. It was my normal routine to feel that, lie down, black out, wake up, then resume my shower. (Usually 5-15 minute black outs)

I knew something was wrong, but I was a young teen. My thoughts were "too scared to address it" and "I'm just being a baby" and "What doctor is gonna believe a teenager these days". So I suffered through it.

It was horrible. My teen years were riddled with unnoticed tachycardic episodes brushed off as "you're out of shape" and "just push past it". Meanwhile i felt like i was dying.

I know teenagers biologically need more rest, but i was chronically fatigued and of course, "lazy teenager" label got thrown at me constantly. I tried to stay active, productive, but it got harder and harder. (Not knowing I also struggled bcuz of audhd but that subject is touched on in a previous post.)

When I really branched out into life and into the workplace at 18/19, it hit me that this wasn't going away. This wasn't a weird teenage thing i was experiencing.

I could work, but was significantly more exhausted than my coworkers and the only one ever to stop a lot, Cool down, rest. Drove managers nuts because "you're too young to be this way" was said to me constantly.

Through a few job changes in my early twenties it got harder and harder to work. Exhaustion. Overheating. Tachycardia. I fainted at work idk how many times during a really bad streak.

On top of pots brain fog, I'm audhd (which i didnt know until mid-late twenties) so my brain just doesn't brain for me and all I had going for me were labor jobs. That's all i had. That's all i knew i could do.... and i was slowly becoming unable to do that.

I didnt push to see a cardiologist until i got pregnant with my first child. I was terrified. That pregnancy exacerbated my pots and i thought that pregnancy was going to kill me. If it didnt, then giving birth would. My resting hr was regularly in the 140s/150s and i was fainting/near fainting all the time.

But i saw a dick of a cardiologist who nearly immediately dismissed me as a hysterical pregnant woman who just had anxiety. Even in our first consult appointment he was already very not hiding the fact that he wasn't taking my concerns seriously. Even after I told him these symptoms weren't just popping up during pregnancy. That it'd been most of my life. (In one ear out the other let me tell you)

I suffered horribly through that pregnancy not knowing i also had pots so my heartrate and blood pressure were bonkers whenever i went to appointments, not knowing that i only had high bp bcuz they'd check it after I'd sat down in the lobby, stood up, then immediately sat down in a room. Which as y'all know fucks hr/bp and all that without being pregnant. But we didn't know. And the only dr I'd seen, dismissed me.

I thankfully got through the pregnancy and all was well. My symptoms went back to pre-pregnancy intensity. Life, a loss in between, and another full pregnancy happened. This time my pots didn't overly act up. I only struggled bcuz that baby was a biggg one.

After recovering from my 2nd birth i thought for months about everything. My health. My life with my kids. How i was sick of not having answers. Sick of how that first dr treated me. So i told my primary all of this and she sent me to the same heart institute, but a different dr.

NOW THIS DR LET ME TELL YOU.

From the GETGO the vibe was different. He listened. Talked with/to me not AT me. Actually listened with the intention of listening and absorbing the information, not listening with the intent to say whatever he was already wanting to say and just waiting until i stopped talking (like the previous dr)

He took me seriously. After info dumping my 16 years of suffering he was already ready to get testing done and scheduled and i nearly cried when he left the room because HE LISTENED HE TOOK ME SERIOUSLY.

I had my testing done (tilt and breathing) and he saw me for the followup but they hadnt gotten the results back so he pushed the dept for the results and one hour after that appointment, he called me and said basically "yea you failed the test almost immediately and your results were consistent through the whole thing so I'm proceeding with the diagnosis of pots"

He explained the basic no cure but you can try xyz to help and you need to listen to your body when it's having symptoms dont ignore it to your detriment. All that.

I hung up. And cried all evening/night. Happy tears. Tears of relief. I got my answer. I was listened to. I actually got through it. But also tears of grief. For the girl who suffered. For the young woman who thought she was gonna die during pregnancy/birth.

I'd had (and still slip into sometimes) a harsh mindset of self hate for years. Why am i so lazy. Why am i so weak. Pathetic. Etc. It just spiralled all the time and pots + audhd is a shitty mix and to be approaching 30, with answers I've wanted and needed for half of my life.... I just... uff da! It's a lot.

I was diagnosed February of this year. So it's still kind of fresh for me. I'm still trying to find what works for me officially to navigate it. But I definitely am trying to give myself grace for all the years I thought everything was my fault. Or that I just wasnt trying hard enough.

I'm sure I've missed some things but my memory of my life is really patchy from audhd and trauma. But I think this covers the bulk of it and feels good to info dump about life when, for most of it, I bottled everything.

[izunaposting]

AITA for being standoffish toward my [29m] rival [31m] after a work-related conflict?

Hi reddit, as stated in the title I'm in the middle of a conundrum. I'm currently finishing up physical therapy for a life-threatening injury I sustained on the job. It was so bad that even now I'm coughing up blood a couple times a week - I'm fine, it happens. I have a workplace rival that I'll refer to as T who has never liked me, and that's fine because I don't like him either. I think he's snobby and bitchy and a hyperperfectionist. The problem here lies with the fact that my older brother M [37m] and T's older brother H [38m] are best buddies. Like, attached at the hip since grade school buddies, I've practically grown up with the guy myself. So not only am I stuck with T at work (we are all employed at the biggest firm in our city) but I also have to deal with him in my personal life as well. It's really pissing me off!

What really is making me crack is the fact that my workplace injury was caused by T. Like I said prior, he is really full of himself, and was trying out this new method of work for the first time but either he didn't do a test run beforehand or he's just fucking stupid but I almost died because of his new technique. It's absolutely ridiculous.

Well, M and H have been pretty understanding so far but work is thriving and they are trying their best to get me and T on better terms so that the peace can be maintained but seriously, I almost died! AITA? I don't think so, but maybe I need the internet's help

u/Perfect_Spinach_7820 +701

INFO: What on earth kind of workplace injury could possibly be bad enough for you to almost die and still be coughing up blood?

EDIT: ESH.

- u/coolguysharingan00000000 OP -352

He stabbed me! All of us work in some form or another in the armed forces. The coughing up blood is incidental.

u/Adequate_Lemons_2547 +426

NAH. Workplace injuries in this profession are becoming exceedingly more common to the point that they are expected. While it was a dick move for your 'rival' to use you as a guinea pig for his technique, unfortunately it's par for the course. I'm glad to see that things seemed to have smoothed out otherwise since. Probably not the answer you wanted OP. At least seek workman's comp.

- u/coolguysharingan00000000 OP +24

I ALMOST DIED?!

u/PM_ME_UR_JINCHUURIKI +301

NTA. Everyone who says otherwise is indeed TA. Like you've stated, he could have killed you! Why should you be nice to someone like that?!

- u/coolguysharingan00000000 OP +4

THANK YOU! It's all very bizarre.

u/tobiramasenju0217 +1.1k 3 awards

Izuna, the next time you decide to vent on company time, maybe don't do it on the office's shared devices where you are still logged in on your accounts.

For the record, all who read this: Izuna and I have been "rivals" since before birth (read: have fought basically to the brink of death since childhood). I have long since admitted that I made a misstep in the execution of my technique and have tried many amends in the months since, maybe to little avail, but I think it would behoove you all to know that despite my good graces, Izuna (the OP) has been nothing but a nuisance to me since. Putting thumbtacks on my chair, pulling out the seams of my hakama so that my pants fall down in front of his elder brother, putting salt in my tea, very childish.

You are an asshole, Izuna, but not for these feelings towards me.

- u/coolguysharingan00000000 -10k OP 44 awards

nice username. KILL YOUR SELF 🖕

[anyathefandom]

❄️The liason diaries❄️: 8/31/00 to 10/9/00

Note: So I'm picking up where I left off last time on the liason diaries because current GH sucks so I need to watch some quality soap entertainment.

Liz: I bet you've seen the wind in a lot of different places. Jason: no I've only seen it with you.

Aww I think it's nice but a bit sad that Liz feels like she can only be her true authentic self is when she's around him.🥺

Like I knew JR Jacob young played lucky at this point but it's still a whole jump scare.😂 I was like sir what the hell are you doing here?!!

Sonny is giving Jason (and me because I'm clueless) the rundown on why lucky was being weird with Jason so Carly now believes Liz wants sonny for herself so she told lucky that liason was more than platonic. Oooh she's a messy bitch.😂

Jason basically: Waaaait you speak Carly now??? Sonny: What?😳Nooooo Jason: Omg you're starting to understand her. Sonny: Hey listen it ain't like that. No but the way I cackled because sonny clearly has more of an understanding of how Carly operates and is now in denial about it.😂

Hearing sonny talk about Carly is the funniest shit ever because mans got nervous that Jason was catching on to the fact that he has feelings for her and instantly started to complain about Carly. Like sir we see you.😏

Carly really came into Liz's workplace to gloat that Jason is back and hasn't come to see her but ended up looking like a clown the minute Liz told her he came to see her last night. The way Carly instantly got triggered and proceeded to act like Liz was stalking Jason had me dead. Like miss girl can't accept the fact that she isn't the only woman in Jason's life.🙈

These Carly and Liz scenes slap though. The rivalry chemistry hits.🤷 Also Sarah and Rebecca face card's will NEVER decline.

Okay so I feel like I'm missing something about lucky because right now Liz is telling Jason about how apparently lucky told her to be with Nikolas but his eyes were saying something different. Sounds like this man was brainwashed or blackmailed.🤔

It wouldn't be Liz if she wasn't trying to get on that bike.🤭

Okay so I'm really loving Liz asking Jason how he was able to let go of robin because she wants to be able to move on from lucky because lucky is pushing her away and Jason is explaining to her how it hurt more than anything for a while after Robin was out of his life but with time it fades and you start to remember that you have things to live for such as people or goals to accomplish and eventually you'll realize the pain is gone one day.

Ship aside I really do love their friendship above all else. They've been each other's rock and it really reminds me of CaTrina.🥰

Jason: What do you like? Liz: I don't understand- Jason: Painting? Ice cream? Going fast- Liz with no hesitation: Going fast! Me: Okay GH writers where is Liz's motorcycle?!!!

Jason: I used to fight. Liz: With whom? Jason: Anyone I don't know. *Liz laughs* you don't strike me as the fight picking type. Jason: oh no I'm not really but there must be something about me that irritates people or they knew it was something that I wanted because I would go to Jakes and I wouldn't even be paying attention and then some guy would insult one of the waitresses and I would try an stop him and then all hell would break loose.

It's still blowing me how this Jason has me like:

Sidenote: Like perhaps I understand now the dicks wars liason and Jasam was having back then over Jason🤭

Boxing lessons! Their cuties fr fr.

Jason: How hard can you hit? Liz: *laughs* I don't know I don't go around hitting people everyday. This whole bar fighting thing is gonna be kind of new for me.

Jason: See now you gotta move otherwise your too easy to catch.

Me: it's all going according to plan 😈

Okay but I need Liz to apply some of those jabs to Finn's face as of right now.🙃

A Robin in Paris mention!

Not them bantering about her driving his bike. Like I'm legit giggling and kicking my feet.🤭

Lucky while there bantering:

Liason be minding their business and having an innocent conversation and someone will just be lurking on them.😂

*Lucky creeping out of the shadows* lucky: You don't belong with him. Liz: Lucky- lucky to jason: Stay the hell away from Elizabeth.

Jason internally: *Plays Beyonce- Deja Vu* No because I'm sure Jason is going "First Nikolas now his brother 😩"

Wait wasn't lucky and Jason cool before he died like bro why does lucky sound like he got genuine beef with him now? Like you can tell this isn't just about Liz.

Lucky: Why don't you admit that you are trying to go for Elizabeth. Jason: She's my friend and I thought you were too. Me: Oh so it's not just me going "???" On why lucky is being an asshole to Jason.

Y'all the ugliest laugh just came out of me because Lucky really tried to swing on him and instantly got pushed back by Jason. Like nah that was embarrassing for him.🙈

Oh now lucky is saying Liz belongs with him.👀Yeah I knew something was going on with him because ain't no way he doesn't still love Liz.

Jason: This guy this dealer Zander. Me: Waaaait is that how Zander got on the show 😳

Now Zander is taking emily hostage and the fact that I know they fall in love has me like "okay how is that about to happen?🙈"

The way I still trust Jason way more to get shit done rather than the pcpd.🤷

Liz basically: Wait so Carly and sonny got married??? Where does that leave you? Jason: Me?😕 Mans really was like "What exactly do I have to with this?😂

Listen to this day I still can't believe this writing regime did a jarly wedding and tried to convince us Jason was developing feelings for her again.🙈

Carly just got here and already starting a fight with Elizabeth 🙈 like girl do you rest?😂

Why did I laugh so hard seeing Jason searching for Emily and then the scene cuts to her and Zander chilling in the jaguar and her getting excited to hear the song her and juan wrote on the radio.😂 Like Zander ain't she supposed to be a terrified hostage???

Lucky is being so difficult about this Emily rescue plan and refusing to go back home with Liz like Jason told him to do and I'm sitting here like "Yo your going to get someone fucked up because you think you know it all😩"

Seeee now Liz is at gun point and he's spilling the details about the plan. This is what I was talking about!!

Now Jason got to save Liz and I already know lucky gonna cry about it in the car later.🤭

Emily to Jason and LnL2: Liiiiisten y'all don't know Zander like I do.

Like girl was defending him hard😂

Liz: why did you cover for Zander? Jason: Because Emily asked me too, why did you? Liz: Because you did. Me: AND THAT'S ON WHAT??!!! BEST FRIENDSHIP! yeah y'all thought I was going to say ✨Soulmatism✨ 😂 I'm not there with them yet but perhaps down the line i will be🤷

Liz: Why do you think she cares about him after what he did? Jason: I don't know people aren't all one thing or another. You know for everything that Zander has done wrong he did something good and Emily saw that. Liz: Yeah sometimes that happens. A person can appear one way to everyone else... harder and dangerous but you know they can be different. Me: *squints* Oh....i'm about to be in their chokehold...

No you guys because one thing about Liz girlie is forever going "Fuck with the haters say Jason Morgan is him"😌

Sidenote: I want to say I love that Jason trusts Emily's judgement so much that he immediately went along with letting Zander go. That's family right there!

My end thoughts: Liason kinda iconic because everybody is always lurking on them😂 but in all seriousness their friendship remains🤌 for me because I love the way they can be themselves around each other and are so comfortable with each other they can have deep talks and they have this implicit trust is one another that will always make me go "And that's a superior friendship baby!!" Oh and Liz always wanting to get on that bike will never fail to take me out. Like please GH should've given Liz a bike of her own.🤭 Part 3 is definitely a go because this was too much FUN!

[llatimeria]

here are some questions ive learned to ask myself about Internet Discourse before I get worked up abt it (and it usually keeps me from getting worked up abt it)

Are We Talking Past Each Other Right Now. on occasion I see different posts that feel like, at first glance, are opposite sides or an argument, but both actually make sense and aren't necessarily contradictory. i've watched my dad and brother have "arguments" where they're kind of just talking about different things and hoo boy some of your vague posts about each others discourses really feel like that. actually listen to what people are really saying about something, yknow

Is It Actually Stupid To Assume That. people looove to clown on science from The Before Times and like yeah most of the time it was dumb as fuck but as ive been learning more about science history there've been more than a few topics that ive had to stop and go like. ah yeah. i 100% see how they came to that conclusion with the evidence they had. it's Wrong but still A Logical Conclusion. this happens all the time with discourse

Does This Actually Happen. please do not be caught up in the thrill of making up a guy to be mad at. this ties in with #1 also. sometimes you are making up a guy to be mad at even when you can point to a specific person's username and go "that's the bitch"

How Harmful Is This, Actually, Assuming It Does Happen. other people being objectively wrong about my identity on the internet doesn't actually affect me yknow. what would actually affect me is, like, not being able to get married (and i don't mean Have A Wedding. i mean Have The Legal Benefits And Protections That Marriage Provides.) if you could escape the situation by just going "😬... right..." and scrolling down you probably were never actually in danger, aside from the inherent psychic damage of seeing people be wrong on the internet. if something requires you to write a strongly worded letter to a higher authority (your boss, your boss's boss, an independant auditor to look into your workplace, your governer, a congressman, etc) or requires you to begin brandishing a weapon then you should probably care at least a little bit. see: seeing someone id-ing as a bi lesbian on the internet vs. getting sexually harassed by your boss because he found out you're a lesbian and "he can change that".

What Can I Reasonably Do About This and/or Does This Actually Require Me To Change Anything I'm Currently Doing. usually the answer is usually Nothing and No: The World Is A Fuck, there's lots of things that I'm not actively doing harm about but also have no reasonable way to fix it. sometimes the answer is Take A Deep Breath and Stop Being A Dick. though with most things the real answer is throw a brick at something

[heartsoftruth]

I think there is definitely harassment there no one should deny that and just because there wasn't any dick picture doesn't allow people to dismiss that and say it's a banter and not worth it because hell no this is actually a typical harassment that a woman go through at work with her boss and as a woman i know that she has to somehow act unaware of it or even play along like people are saying because she's actually scared to lose her job (like all women tbh) within the team she obviously loved and well it's because he's him and we all know that he got privilege and hell we saw that ever since day one but i know for sure she just reached to a point where she couldn't handle the shit anymore and preach for her and i really hope she gets her justice and may god protect her and stand by her because it must be awful for her now. It's just disgusting how people actually tried to play out that she was okay with it and she wanted something out of him while she literally sometimes showed how bothered she was with him and his actions some people really be like it's not harassment until there's some official nudes or serious touching or even rape because they really be thinking that words can't make you feel scared or uncomfortable and disgusted i hate ignorant people i swear, and i really really feel her because i myself went through such shit at my workplace once where my obviously much older boss (i was like 22 and he was 45) took advantage of the position that we were alone in his office and started to ask me about sex and what's my opinion on it and how i feel about it and how i actually had to play so stupid and that i understood nothing just to get out of the situation fast enough and i was scared to say anything just so that i don't lose my job or that he does something to me or my family because he was a wealthy and well known man in my country (celeb too lol) but thank god i left a while later and got into something much better and safer place so yeah i feel exactly what she's going through and i know exactly why sometimes she had to go on with him within the chat and play dumb i hate men i hate ignorant people i hate everyone who will try and still defend his ass or say everything was light and it was a stupid fun banter between the two of them

Sorry for the long ass rant but it's just it got on my nerves badly and reminded me of a disgusting scary period in my life too and just wanted to let it out somewhere and it pained me how much people can really have zero empathy on others like how could you live with yourself ffs!

Hi anon, First of all thank you for your ask and most of all your story. It's very brave to share and I'm glad to read you no longer suffer from that disgusting man in your work environment. ♥️

I do feel maybe it started with something consensual at the beginning (how far that went I have no idea). But that's just how I feel a little with the screenshots from the beginning and some lines. Then she lets him know - in the nicest way possible - no and to stop. Probably indeed like you said, because she's scared for her job. Knowing how powerful he is and his position in the team vs hers...

At the end however you can see she becomes more firm in her no and then he becomes more nasty/desperate I feel? Trying to control her? Apparently being jealous and what I think is very upsetting for her is changing her role which she clearly says she loves. Indeed for her sake I hope she is the leak and not some asshole from within RB who had access to these files. Because imagine we are all reading this from the outside, but it's her life. Or was because if one thing is 100% sure it's that she's currently not working in her position and with him staying she will never again.

I indeed don't feel she wants something out of him. No money no nothing (otherwise she would have taken the 650k). She just wants justice and to - probably - do the job she loves... Which is sad to think she never will again within RB..

[petsdenonne]

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[metize]

Behave.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Yagami Light/Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Praise Kink, Yagami Light is Kira, L is reader's brother, but no one's supposed to know, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Blackmail, Coercion, Sexual Coercion, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, 'good girl's, AFAB reader - Freeform, Misogyny, Workplace Sex, Desk Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, this is filthy, I'm so sorry, Manipulation, Top Yagami Light, Jealousy

A/N: Filth! Absolute dirt! I'm the Trash Man! I come out, I throw trash all over AO3, and then I start eating garbage! Enjoy.

"You seem to get along very well with L."

You could practically feel your heart stop when Light said that. You felt so stupid, of course, this guy would figure it out. You tried your best to look unfazed while you panicked on the inside. The black-haired detective and you were trying to keep it a secret from the task force that you were siblings. You cursed Ryuzaki internally, he had been acting kind of protective towards you and it was bound to raise suspicion.

“You think so? I’ve just been trying to be on good terms with everyone.” You deflected.

The investigation room was empty save for the two of you, there was a single monitor showing the news broadcast reporting on the most recent Kira murder. You focused back on the files you were sorting through. Your older brother never cared much for organizing and that drove you mad. You glanced in Light’s direction again, he was staring at you, his gaze sent shivers down your spine, you just forced an awkward smile.

"Did you let him fuck you yet?" He deadpanned.

"W-What the fuck? Of course not!" You answered abruptly. You were offended that Light would even ask something like that. The crude way he said it too, made you blush in embarrassment. You found it weird he'd say something like that, usually Light was nothing short of a gentleman when addressing you.

"Don't get coy all of a sudden. Just admit you two are fucking already." He sounded annoyed now. He got up and got closer to your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. You sometimes felt intimidated in his presence, now in the middle of the night, alone with him towering over you, this feeling increased tenfold.

"T-that's disgusting! Why are you even saying that? We're just… we're just friends, coworkers who get along, whatever!" You started to crack under the pressure.

Light brows furrowed for a second and then his eyes widened in revelation. A grin formed on his face and he burst into laughter like he had finally gotten the punchline to a joke. His laughter was scary, loud and almost maniacal.  You didn't know how to react exactly so you looked at him nervously and confused.

Did he believe you? Did he find the misunderstanding funny? Was that it? You hoped that was it. You offered a weak smile as his laughter died down.

"I was so caught up in this… obsession… this feeling of jealousy… ah. It was obvious all along. You're siblings. Siblings!" He shook his head smiling "This is pathetic. You're becoming such a nuisance with your distraction."

He figured it out, of course it had only been a matter of time. But that realization took way too long for his liking. He was blinded by the rage of the idea of L having you and he didn't stop to consider any other possibilities.

"Excuse me? I didn't-" You got up and started to retort his rude comment.

"Shut the fuck up." And you did so out of shock. Light wasn't like this normally, he was relatively courteous and nice. Why was he so… brutish all of a sudden? He smiled at your obedience. "Good girl."

The praise felt so dirty, you frowned at him. Being infantilized was something you were used to dealing with in the workplace, being surrounded by older men. But Light was pretty much your age, what was he thinking?

You didn't have time to wonder because the man grabbed your collar and pulled you into a kiss.

You tried to push him away instinctively and ask what the fuck he was doing, but Light grabbed your wrists. He held them so tightly it almost marked your skin. Your lips were still closed so he bit them to make you part them. He kissed you aggressively as if he was punishing you for something. his tongue entered your mouth deepening the kiss and claiming your mouth for himself.

He tasted like coffee and sin.

"God, and I thought fucking L's girlfriend was a good idea, this is way better." He sounded extremely amused. "I wonder how is he going to react when he finds out I fucked his pretty little sister?"

Ryuzaki had always had a bad feeling about Light, he mentioned you should be careful around him, you knew all that and here you were. You thought he was being overprotective, to be fair Light wasn't the first guy L had a bad feeling about.

Light's hand was now caressing your hair, smiling content with your current predicament and very proud of himself.

"We… w-we can't." You tried to come up with an excuse. "We work together, so it would be-"

"I am Kira."

You heart stopped when you heard those words. Everything started connections in your head, every lead, every tip, every death. You still had many questions, some things didn't make sense, but as you stood there looking at that man's face it was clear that he wasn't joking.

"W-why are you… telling me this?" You tried to back away slowly. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

"Because I feel like keeping you to myself." He smiled sinisterly, every step back you took he stepped forward to approach you again "I was contemplating killing you after pounding your cunt, but I told myself I deserved a little treat."

Hearing him talking about murdering you in cold blood activated your flight instinct immediately. You turned away and rushed towards the door, but as soon as you tried to twist the doorknob and open the door, it was locked. You twisted the knob again and again, desperately trying to unlock it with sheer willpower.

“Stop that, you’re smarter than this.” You heard his voice right against your ear, his hands now grabbing your waist and caressing you through the fabric of your blouse. “There’s only one way you leave this room” he placed a kiss on your neck and you shivered despite yourself “with my cum leaking down your thighs” he grabbed your throat suddenly “and invisibly leashed to me, like a good little pet.”

You were shaking, incredibly aware of Light's bulge pressing against your ass, one hand toying with the hem of your shirt and the other still holding your neck possessively.

"Are we clear, pet?"

You felt his grip tighten a bit so you just quickly nodded your head. It showed to be the wrong answer, because you were punished with a sharp swat to your ass.

"Use your damn words, there's a reason I chose not to gag you." He grabbed your face, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Say 'Yes, master'."

He was a sick fuck. You wanted to scream at him and call him exactly that. You wanted to push him away and go home already. But god damn it, you wanted to survive this.

"Yes… m-master."

He smiled at your obedience and his grin made you sick to your stomach. He placed a kiss on your temple and pat your hair gently.

"There you go, good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned you around quickly and pushed your back against the door. His mouth was on yours again, his hands slipped under your shirt and you shivered feeling his cold touch on your skin. The fabric was restraining his hands so he grew frustrated and started to undress you at once.

"Y-you don't… have to do this, Light. I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go and-"

"Don't waste your breath. You'll need it when I get to choke you properly…" he answered simply, amused by your perseverance, all the while looking forward to breaking it. "I want to fuck you, so I'm going to do it. I have the whole world in my hands and it's not a little pet that's going to deny me what I want. Understood?"

He tossed your shirt on the floor and started pulling your pencil skirt up. He glared at you for not answering and you promptly spoke up.

"Understood."

He smirked. You felt his fingers trace your slit over your panties, you shuddered and instinctively tried to move away.

"Don't fucking move." His other hand grabbed your waist holding you in place. His tone was harsh and you were so fucking scared.

"Sorry"

"I'm sure you are… Good girl, at least you have manners." He chuckled at that. "Not that your decency matters, look how wet you are for your master…"

He stroked the wet fabric to emphasize his point and you tried to hold back a moan, but it was useless. It felt good, of course it felt good. Light was a hot guy, he obviously knew his way around someone's body and you were only human. His lips captured yours again and he kept playing with your clothed sex as you made out. You could swear you were going insane, the pleasure of his hands on you was intoxicating and his mouth on yours had you gasping for air.

"Get on your knees. Now."

You needed to survive this, you needed to be useful to him. The way he ordered you around did excite you but you needed to stay focused. You were not supposed to feel good, you were supposed to find a way out of this situation.

For now that meant kneeling before Light as he pulled out his cock for you.

You gulped as you eyed him, of course Light Yagami had a big dick, you had to have suspected it. But now you had to give him head and you knew very well he wasn't going to go easy on you. He saw your hesitation and scoffed in amusement.

"Go ahead pet, you want to prove to me you're worth keeping around don't you?" He smiled devilishly at you.

"Yes, master." You murmured and licked your lips. You could do this. And, in a weird way, you kind of wanted to do this, you wanted him to praise you more, to call you a good girl again… you repressed the thought. This is disgusting, Light is disgusting and a murderer. You were strong you won’t fall for his games.

You grabbed his cock by its base and started to gently suck the tip. You looked up at him before taking the whole shaft into your mouth. You sucked him off to the best of your, limited, abilities, trying to get him deeper with each bob of your head. Maybe if he came in your mouth he wouldn’t touch you further, maybe he’d let you go.

Your hopeful thoughts are interrupted by the man’s hand grabbing your hair forcefully, you looked at him and he was grinning like the maniac he was.

“Sit still, let me use your throat a little bit.” His voice was unshaken. You felt a bit annoyed he didn’t seem phased by your efforts. You didn’t have time to dwindle on that feeling because Light was grabbing your face and fucking your mouth as soon as he finished his phrase.

His pace was unrelenting and you felt your spit dribbling down your chin, you tried to breathe in small intervals and you could see him laugh at your predicament. You felt rage but he slowed down his thrusts and started petting your head. Like a kid. Like a pet.

“That’s a good girl, such an obedient little pet…” he breathed and pulled out “Bend over your desk for me.”

Fuck. You were out of breath, you could only nod and do as he said. You didn’t even think of disobeying his order, he praised you again, you were doing a good job… You got up and rested your torso on the desk. He was going to fuck you. Light was Kira and he was blackmailing you into submission. This was an absolute nightmare. So why the fuck were you so turned on?

“You know where you belong, don’t you, pet?” You felt his presence behind you and he pulled down your panties. “Not above anyone, not next to your brother… Not even by my side.” He pulled your hair and you yelped despite yourself “You belong under me.”

He entered you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan loudly at the intrusion, he didn’t prepare you with his fingers, he didn’t touch you properly at all, it hurt and he knew. But he didn’t give a fuck.

“You should be grateful to your master, whore.” His hand reached around your neck his grip making you gasp. “Tell me you can be obedient.”

“I can!” You cried and you felt his other hand reach between your legs to press your sensitive bud.

“You think you can be useful? Do you think you deserve to live to serve your master?” His thrusts were getting harsher and he groaned “Do you?!”

“Yes, master, please, master!” You begged. To cum, to live, anything. Light held your life in his hands and you were so scared, but so turned on.

“You better....” He grunted and kept on rubbing your clit “I fucking own you. I’m going to cum inside you, going to make you my breeding bitch.”

Oh no. That wasn’t good. That was a bad idea.

“N-no… please not inside” You heard him laugh at your resistance.

“Then tell me… tell me his name.” His name? Fuck. Ryuzaki.

You couldn’t tell him his name. Was he going to kill you if you didn’t? You couldn’t do it. You sobbed and grasped his arm in fear.

“No, I can’t, I can’t!” You cried out shaking your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you came on his fingers screaming. “I can’t! Ah!”

You saw stars, Light never stopped pounding you as he laughed maniacally at your desperation.

“Know your fucking place… useless cunt.... Fuck-” His laughter died down and he pulled you closer as he came inside you.

You felt his spent dripping down your pussy, you trembled both from the orgasm and from fear of what came next. Light pulled out and turned you around, smiling amused at your scared face.

“Don’t worry, pet, of course I wasn’t counting on a dumb slut like you telling me this information…” He pat your head and you stood there with tears rolling down your face “You’re beneath me, I don’t need you, I don’t need your help. I’ll find out eventually.” He chuckled and wiped away your tears “But I do know your name. So you better behave.” He kissed your forehead. “Won’t you, pet?”

[soubi122]

A Life With and Without You

All, this was something i had in my head that I just could not get over - totally out of my range but I tried. 😶‍🌫️ It's a long read, but I hope you enjoy. Totally not edited - I apologize for the messiness. Character are aged up! MDNI

Kanto Manji gang (Mikey, Sanzu and Kokonoi), Sanzuxreader, smut, f!oral, m!oral, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of alcohol, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, cheating, Sanzu's kind of a dick at the start of this, angst, comfort towards the end. I think I was getting baby fever when I wrote this.

Years of knowing some of the underlings of the Kanto Manji Gang had brought you close together with Mikey, Kokonoi and Sanzu. Everything started off simple, you hung out with the underlings when they started taking over your area - it was safer for you that way, no need to worry about getting harassed or cat called like before. Especially when your job went so late into the night. There were nights where you would sleep at work to avoid having to walk the streets at the witching hour. You worked at a bar whose clientele was rather on the rough side - multiple biker gangs and Yakuza men. This led for Kanto's underlings to start walking you home, you were eternally grateful for their protection - in return you would often help them gather intel on the clients that would come into your workplace. You doubled as a bartender and a waitress, only on slow nights did you do both. The managers found it better this way to keep your hours steady and also to have a guaranteed waitress in case things picked up on slow days. Some of the other hostesses were not happy that the managers favored you.

When Kokonoi caught wind of your exchange with the underlings, he paid the bar a visit with Mikey and Sanzu to offer you an under the table contract. Each client you give Intel on that leads to Kanto's success, he'd pay you for it - it was a way to keep your current job and to also keep Kanto Manji at the top of the gang world. That and you were  guaranteed protection. It went on like this for almost a year. Each time they'd come by, you could feel your knees get weaker, Koko was extremely flirtatious and coy. Mikey always seemed to make innocent gestures towards you that had your heart fluttering. Sanzu did not stay behind either, he was the one who would often take you home. You developed a thing for him as you spent more time with Sanzu - you didn't know if you were actually in love or if your heart was just addicted to him for all the wrong reasons. 

“What's on the menu tonight, princess?” Kokonoi asked you as he took a seat in the VIP section that you always had ready for them. He was accompanied by Sanzu today. They were both in regular dress attire and did not wear their white biker uniforms. They were keeping a low profile for now - not once have they ever shown up in their uniforms, this was to avoid any suspicion from rival gangs and also to keep you safe. “Hey handsome.” You placed a light peck on Kokonoi's cheek, this earned you a scoff from Sanzu. He was jealous, but that’s how you always greeted them since day one. “Hello to you too, my love.” You say as you sit on Sanzu's lap, you are dating the unpredictable and loyal mad dog. Sanzu grips your hip and snatches your cheek with his other hand, he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. He looked in Kokonoi’s direction to assert his dominance. To the other men at the bar it just looked like a hostess whoring herself out for extra tips. They didn't know you were Kanto Manji's spy. “Don't kiss another man in front of me again.” Sanzu said menacingly to you, making a shiver run down your spine - you knew he was going to fuck you in the mattress after work. Though Kokonoi and Mikey had a thing for you, they respected your decision when you asked them if it was ok for you to date Sanzu. They didn't like it of course but knew that you were falling for him - you looked at him much more differently than how you look at them. Sure, you've had innocent kisses here and there before you and Sanzu started actually dating - this really made it hard for them to hold back. They wanted to touch you, kiss your pretty lips and have you moan out their names. But alas, they couldn't - Sanzu was the one who got to claim it all. 

To avoid suspicion, you would of course tend to other tables and make their drinks, it was to help get names and confirm identities. After a few hours of them discussing business and scoping out the clientele - Sanzu slipped what appeared to be tip money into your pocket. The money was folded and contained a handwritten list of the people they wanted intel on. You were preparing yourself to start spending more time with other tables or behind the bar if their target was by themselves. Once Kanto Manji's Vice President and Captain left, it was time to hustle. You kept things affable in Sanzu's absence. Not once have you allowed any other man to touch you outside of a handshake with strangers. The only others who were allowed to get close were Kokonoi or Mikey. Speaking of Mikey, he often came by himself when you began dating Sanzu - he wanted to get some friendly alone time with you. It felt innocent enough but when he would reach over to cup your cheek - your heart would skip a beat. He always asked if you were sure about Sanzu. Why? Why would he ask you that? Isn't he his second in command, does he not trust him? This time was no different, he showed up alone an hour before closing. “Mikey, you keep asking me - of course my answer remains the same. I like him a lot - I think I…actually love him.” It hurt him, Mikey didn't want you to admit it but you did. In a way he was happy to know that you trusted him this much to tell him. “He better make you happy - I'll kick his ass if he doesn't.” Mikey said as you blushed and clasped your cheeks. You haven't told Sanzu yet, you were barely coming to terms with it and thanks to Mikey - you finally accepted it. “Mikey, do you think it's too soon to tell him?” You asked him while looking down at your feet, you didn't want to drive Sanzu away if he didn't feel the same way. He wasn't much for emotions but when he would be sweet, it was like finding a four leaf clover in a field full of threes. It's been almost a year and a half since you started dating Sanzu, you weren't sure if this was too soon. Mikey leaned over and kissed your forehead, reassuring you that it will be ok - he paid his tab and left 15 minutes before closing. He knew Sanzu would be waiting by the back exit by 2:55 am. 

Sure enough, you received a text message at 2:55 am:

I'm outside - try not to take too long. 

*

You decided to walk out immediately as you were done with your closing tasks. As soon as you see him, you run up to him and throw your arms around his neck, greeting him with a tender kiss. You could feel his lips curve into a smile when he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Let's get you home sweetheart." It was really a 'I can't wait to get you home'. 

The entire way home was spent with him teasing you and toying with your breasts when his arm was swung around your shoulder. It was already well into the night so there was no one around to catch you two getting touchy with each other in public. He was making your panties stick to your folds with how he was teasing. You swore if he were to bend you over in one of the alleyways - you’d immediately cum on the spot. Finally you made it home, you could barely get through the doorway of your apartment, both of you crashing into things while your lips were locked on each other. Sanzu was impatient and had his hands up your skirt within seconds of that door closing. He didn't even ask you to take your panties off, he ripped the fabric - earning him a small protest from you. “Haru…” This was the fifth pair he's ruined by tearing them off. He only cocked an eyebrow at you, almost looking down on you and there was darkness in his eyes. It made you whimper. He pinned you against the wall and hiked your skirt up - exposing your dripping pussy. 

Nimble fingers began to glide through your wet folds and it made you mewl into his neck. His other hand began to unbutton your white shirt with one hand - he’s done this a hundred times before and it always killed you with anticipation. The way your chest heaved up and down at his fingers dipping into your core had him smirking and cupping your breast, he was being rough. “Tell me, who do you belong to?” His question was laced with venom. You gasp as his fingers begin to pump in and out of you with haste. “Ngh…y-you, I belong to you.” The words bled through your mouth, almost beggingly when you rutted your hips - matching the pace of his fingers fucking your messy hole. “Is that so?” His words were heavy. “You’re not whoring yourself out to these motherfuckers just to get paid by Koko, now are you?” Where was this coming from? You shook your head no, but the hand that was cupping your breast immediately moved to wrap itself around your throat - he squeezed hard enough to make your eyes water. It was driving you literally up the wall, the fire burning in your belly was about to peak - you were panting, moaning and just a mess. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers like a greedy little whore.” This is what you weren’t sure of, did you love him or were you just addicted to the raw nature of Saznu Haruchiyo? The way he grinded his palm into your clit made you moan loudly, he muffled your moans by crashing his lips with yours. Sanzu kept up the relentless pace making your eyes roll back as your orgasm was ripped out of you. The high pitched mewls and clenching of your walls was a clear indicator to him that you were tipping over the edge, within seconds your juices coated his wrist.

Releasing the hold he hand on your neck finally allowed you to breathe and suck air into your lungs. You were dazed and this had an arrogant smile bleeding across Sanzu’s scarred lips. “You can give me one more, can't you sweetheart?” His tone was saccharine and tantalizing. He got down on his knees and spread your folds apart. You felt as if you could melt on the spot for him. Sanzu looked up at you, the sight in front of him was to die for - you are beautiful and naturally alluring. He swung your leg over his shoulder and began to place kisses on your inner thigh, making your body tremble. “Oh God, Haru - I don't know if-” Your words were immediately cut off and replaced by a squeal as he bit harshly into your skin. “No one else will ever get to taste you or fuck you.” Sanzu's now nipping multiple spots on your inner thigh, making you squirm and pull his hair back. You were sure that he was purposely leaving bruises behind. “You belong to me.” You could only absent-mindedly nod your head yes and agree to everything he says. The pain and pleasure taking over your body had you on another level of high. Sanzu dove in to devour you as if it were his last meal on earth. His tongue was lapping every drop of your juices and his fingers dipped back into your cunt. The way he began to suck on your clit and pin your hips against the wall to hold you in place had you in tears. He was being rough again, purposely curving his fingers to hit that spot that got you soaring to the heavens, he had you tangling your fingers in his hair. 

“ah…I'm close.” You moaned and rolled your hips into him as best as possible - his grip on your hips was still strong. He could feel your legs quiver as your second orgasm was drawing near, but Sanzu had other plans. He pulled away from your cunt and slowed the pace he had with his fingers. You pouted and looked down, “What’s wrong sweetheart?” He was toying with you, purposely making you impetuous for his next move. “Haru, please…” You begged but now he was just being cruel by standing up and ghosting his lips over yours, and pulling back when you would lean in for a kiss. “It’s not fair for you to get all the fun, now is it?” He pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt and popped them in your mouth. Slowly gliding them in and out of mouth, making you wrap your tongue around his digits. You understood where he was going with this. Out of desperation you got down on your knees for him, it’s what he wanted. Carefully unzipping his slacks and pulling his hardened member out, you could feel it throb in your hands. Looking up to gauge his expression, it was torture - he just kept looking down at you with a an expression you’ve never seen before. There was worry in your eyes. That didn’t stop him from nudging his tip to your mouth, his breath hitched from the warmth of your tongue gliding on it and you prepared yourself. Sanzu was not gentle when receiving.

“Good girl…fuck” He groaned as his tip kissed the back of your throat. It felt like hours had passed by, he was making you go slow. Your jaw started to hurt, he wasn’t allowing you to pick up the pace and controlled every movement. His fingers were tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly close to him - almost suffocating you. You could only gag and try to breathe through your nostrils but the lack of oxygen had you pushing his hips away. Between each gag you tried to get him to listen to you. “H-Haru…I can’t…breathe…” He yanked your hair back and his member came out of your mouth with a ‘pop’, allowing you to gasp for air. “I’m sorry baby…was I too rough?” The tone was mockingly sympathetic. You could only shake your head no and stood back up to take his hand and guide him to your bedroom. Giving into him almost every night became routine. He gave you the bliss you didn’t know you needed. After stripping bare, you laid down on the mattress, spreading your legs for him - inviting him in. "I need you…" Who is he to refuse when your walls are warm and tight? He could have sworn the gods gifted you to him, you were perfect for him. You don't cry or complain when he gets rough. You never say no, you treated him so well and are beyond understanding about his lifestyle with Kanto Manji. And you never asked for anything in return. 

The moment he lined himself up with your entrance - you could feel your heart flutter. He was bigger than any other partner you’ve ever had, just putting his tip in almost made you cum. You're moaning and searching for his hand to hold, lacing your fingers with his - it was perfect. He was perfect. He buried himself deep within you, his thrusts had your walls clenching tightly. “Feels…s’good…” You say while panting. With each drag of his cock in your velvet walls he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. “You need to stop clenching like that sweetheart or I’m not gonna last.” He says as he picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of your needy cunt, the lewd sounds of your bodies becoming one echoed in the room. If heaven existed, it was here - with him. The warmth radiating from you both had beads of sweat rolling down your skin. Every sweet moan that dripped from his lips had you soaring higher and higher. To know that you’re the only one who can make him feel this way, to know that you are the only one who he comes to for love and affection - it was making your core throb. You pulled him for an ardent kiss, the coil in your body was tightening again as his tip kissed your cervix - the pressure could be felt from your hips to your chest. It felt like you were drowning in bliss. Could it be that you love this man so much that you’re getting all emotional during sex? He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead on yours, “Hah-Haru…I-I love you.” You said between breaths with tears in your eyes and you could have sworn you felt his body tense. 

He picked up the pace and screwed his eyes shut when he reached his high. His fingers were still laced together with yours - you could feel him squeeze your hand when he came. Sanzu slowly pulled out and rolled over to the other side of the mattress still holding your hand - you could only turn over on your side and study his features. Will he say it back? Will he reject your emotions? Will he laugh in your face? Will he leave? Thoughts are running rampant in your head as you clutch the bedsheets with your free hand. “Haruchiyo…” You murmured his name, snapping him out of his daze. He exhaled heavily, you were preparing for the worst when he let go of your hand. “Y’know I’m not very good at these types of things…” Here it comes, your body tensed as he opened his eyes and didn’t even bother to turn and look at you. “Do you mind giving me some time to think about this?” He didn’t really say no, so that gave you a small chance that he might feel the same. You knew he wasn’t really one to wear his heart on his sleeve. 

*

You could only whisper an ‘ok’. The moment he turned to face you, he was closing in for a kiss, but the sound of his phone going off interrupted the potential tender moment. It was Kokonoi asking to meet him for a new assignment. “I need to go sweetheart, I’ll see you in about 2 weeks. This is one hell of an assignment - that Yakuza guy you gave us information on has made his move on Kanto Manji’s territory.” You nodded and leaned over to place a kiss on his lips, you could feel his lips curve into a grin. "You better behave while I'm gone…remember my love - you belong to me." Sanzu's words made you blush, maybe he does love you. “Be careful, come back safe to me…” Were your last words before he exited your apartment.

Over the next few days Sanzu was radio silent, Kokonoi and Mikey continued to stop by your workplace for periodic updates and assignments. You asked them about Sanzu, Mikey could see the hurt in your eyes and Kokonoi noticed how detached you were from them. It’s possible that Sanzu had to operate on a burner phone and had his primary phone at home, was the excuse you were feeding yourself. After they left, you were just making conversation with some of your coworkers - randomly talking about relationships, love, sex, family, etc. It kind of made your heart burn for Sanzu, the more you talked about these things with them - the more you found yourself missing him like crazy. One of your coworkers was getting a little too graphic about her latest fuck toy, she was kind of a friend but lately she's had her nose stuck up so high that you thought she was going need a neckbrace. 

After 3 weeks, you hadn’t heard from him and began to grow worried. You called Mikey and asked him about Sanzu. “Angel, what’s up? Everything ok?” His tone was as sweet as honey, almost soothing to your ears. “Hey Mikey, sorry to bother you - do you know if Sanzu’s alright? I haven’t heard anything from him, I thought the assignment was only going to take 2 weeks?” Mikey paused, the silence on the other line was a little awkward - “Mikey?” You ask. His silence was making your heart beat rapidly out of your chest, you were now worried that something happened to Sanzu. “He hasn’t called you? He’s been back.” You felt a sting in your chest. “Go see him, he should be home right now.” You thanked him and hung up. Picking up his leather jacket from the staff room (when a guy lets their SO borrow a sweater or jacket - it's gone for good) - you informed your manager that you had to leave due to an emergency. “Come on (Y/N), you can’t just leave! [other employee] is also out sick - we need you.” As much as you liked your boss and your job, you need to see Sanzu or else.

When you stepped out of the bar, it was pouring cats and dogs. You couldn’t even hear yourself think with how loud the water sounded as it hit the ground. There were also no cabs in sight due to the heavy rain. “Shit!” You say out loud and begin to sprint down the streets to Sanzu’s place. The cold rain was making it impossible for you to focus, shivers were running down your spine - the anticipation was killing you. Why didn't he call or at least respond to your messages? He always came back to you. When you finally reached his place, you were drenched in what felt like ice water. You stopped at his front door, hesitating to knock on it - the knot in your throat was becoming harder to swallow. The knock on the door sounded so soft- almost muffled. You could hear heavy footsteps coming closer from the other side of the door. You felt butterflies in your stomach and your heart was beating out of its chest. 

The door swung almost violently open, a barely dressed Sanzu stood on the opposite end of the door, he had a bed sheet wrapped around his waist. When his eyes met yours, you knew something was wrong. “Babe! Come back to bed, I’m cold without you!” A familiar female voice called out to him from inside his apartment. It sounded like your co-worker who called off 'sick'. The tears that welled in your eyes just rolled down your cheek. You couldn’t say anything, the knot in your throat blocked your airways and you couldn’t speak, let alone breathe. Sanzu only smirked and cupped your cheek. “I didn’t ask you to fall in love with me…besides, you’re probably already bending over for someone else aren’t ya? ‘Think I didn’t know?” He was cruel. You ripped yourself away from his touch - you knew you couldn’t fight him, he’d probably knock you out with one hit. “I wasn’t good enough for you huh? Fools really do fall in love. Good bye Sanzu.” You said and smiled back at him with tears in your eyes. His jacket now felt like it was weighing you down, you peeled it off and threw it at him and turned on your heels - you walked away. Someone once said that one of the most dangerous things in life is being left alone with your thoughts. They can tear you apart worse than your own enemy. Walking through the city, aimlessly - you could feel your body getting colder by the second. The rain has completely soaked you to the bone. You ended up walking almost an hour and a half to your place. Your whole world was turned upside down, the man you thought you knew just took a knife and plunged it into your chest without any second thoughts. The accusation hurt the most, you’ve been faithful to him and always showed him your devotion. You were blaming yourself for not being pretty enough, not being good enough, not putting out more, not being able to show him you love him enough… All the emotions you were feeling, your brain just couldn't process them all at once. You couldn't cry, you couldn't scream, you couldn't even talk. When you walked into your apartment, after the fourth step in you collapsed onto the floor and balled up clutching your chest. It hurt. Three weeks ago, you were confessing your love to him and now you were wishing you hadn't. You wondered if Mikey and Kokonoi knew about Sanzu. How long was he making a fool out of you behind your back? Your body felt like cement, you couldn't move - let alone get up to change out of the drenched clothes. The moment your eyes felt heavy, you just let go and remained on the floor - letting the darkness swallow you whole. 

*

“Excuse me, miss? Isn’t (Y/N) supposed to be working today?” Kokonoi asked a waitress who was serving their VIP section. You were supposed to be there today to give him the intel from the night before. He was with Mikey. “She left early yesterday due to an emergency and was supposed to be here today but just never showed up. We tried calling her but the line went straight to voicemail.” Both men immediately got up, paid their tab and headed straight for your apartment. “I don't like this - she's never missed work and always picks up.” Mikey says as Kokonoi presses on the gas pedal a little harder. 

When they arrived at your apartment building, they dashed up the stairs to the third floor and immediately tried to open the door. The door wasn’t even locked, it made their stomachs drop. They feared the worst when they saw you on the floor - still in the same position you were in last night. “(Y/N)!” Kokonoi yelled and tried to turn you over. The moment he tried to caress your cheek, he snatched his hand away and Mikey was taken back by his actions. “Mikey, she’s burning up - get as much ice as you can and fill half the bathtub with cold water. We need to cut the fever or else she could have a seizure and die.” Kokonoi’s instructions were critical. “What the hell happened to her?! Shit!” Mikey questioned as he began rummaging through your freezer. Kokonoi was busy taking your clothes off as quickly as possible so that he could get you in the bathtub. As soon as the tub was a quarter filled with cold water, Mikey dropped all the ice he could get into it - it wasn’t enough. ���We need more ice, go knock on all the neighbors' doors and tell them that we need ice.” Kokonoi said as he was trying to pull your shirt over your head - but your body was so stiff and trembling that he was struggling. 

Mikey ran out the door and started banging all the doors screaming that they needed ice. What followed were the neighbors coming out confused and angry at someone banging on their doors. Mikey explained the situation, they saw the poor panicked blonde begging everyone for ice and immediately helped. Your neighbors cared about you and also saw how much the two men in your apartment cared about you too. 

Kokonoi had a thousand questions running through his head. What the hell happened to you? Why didn’t you call for help? Why were your clothes damp? Where the hell was your phone? Your weak voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Koko…I’m cold - I’m so cold…” Though your skin was on fire, he cupped your face, his tone was soft and reassuring. “I know princess, but we need to break your fever. Just bear with me.” You were only left in your undergarments as he picked up your trembling body and sprinted to the bathroom as the neighbors were dumping all the ice they had into the tub. They made space for Kokonoi to get through, allowing Mikey to help get you in the tub. “Fuck! Her skin is burning.” Mikey yells out loud as he takes a hold of your legs. The moment the ice water touched your skin you were screaming your lungs out. The ice water felt like a thousand needles pricking your skin over and over again. You screams echoed through out the apartment, the wailing, the begging, the screeching and the pain sounded like you were being murdered. It was breaking their hearts to see and hear you like this. You were shaking and desperately fighting to get out of the tub. “HOLD HER DOWN! DO NOT LET HER GET OUT OF THE TUB!” Kokonoi yells as he struggles to keep your body submerged. The neighbors continued to dump ice in the water until there was none left. They had to put a wet rag on your forehead so that they wouldn't drown you.

Finally after a few minutes, your body gave in and you remained still in the ice water. The little old lady who lives one floor above you reached out to touch your forehead to see if the fever was going down. “Thank goodness, her fever is breaking.” Kokonoi thanked all the neighbors for their help when the little old lady confirmed that you would be ok and had everyone else leave the apartment. Kokonoi stepped away to close the front and make sure that everyone had cleared out. They let your body cool completely down before removing your remaining clothes (undergarments) and carrying you out of the tub. This time Mikey was the one carrying you out and laid you on your bed. You were panting from the temperature shock, and the way your chest rose up and down had them blushing. It was not the best situation to see your body exposed but they couldn’t help but be entranced by your beauty. Kokonoi took the thin bed sheets and lightly covered your body so that you weren’t completely bare when you woke up. They both slid down to the floor from the exhaustion. You could have died if they didn’t show up when they did. 

After a few hours, you woke up dazed and confused. You were naked and only partially covered with a bed sheet. “What the…?” You looked around your bedroom and saw both Kokonoi and Mikey sitting on the floor leaning on each other with their backs against your bed frame. When you tried to shift off the bed they both woke up and turned around to look at you. “Umm, hi…” You said shyly while clutching the bed sheets to your chest and they immediately bum rushed you. “You really gave us a scare, princess.” Kokonoi said as he pulled your head into his chest. “We thought we were gonna lose you, angel.” Mikey said as he buried his head into your chest. It was overwhelming, you were trying to make sense out of all this - why were they here, what happened and why are you naked?

Memories of the previous night flooded your brain. You began to sob softly, the fat tears that rolled down your cheek made them hold you tighter. “What happened to you?” Kokonoi asked as he titled your chin up to meet your eyes. Mikey could hear the pounding in your chest and he couldn’t help but place his palm over your heart. “You told him…didn’t you?” He asked and you whimpered, screwing your eyes shut as Sanzu's words replayed in your head. “Told what to who?” Kokonoi questions as he tries to understand the situation. “How could I be so blind?” You said choking on your words. “Did you know what he was doing behind my back?” Your tone was low, almost a whisper as you pulled away from them both. They both remained silent and confused - they had no idea what you were talking about. “What did he do?” Kokonoi asked as he finally put the pieces together. Sanzu fucked up big time. Not only did he potentially lose a spy for Kanto Manji, but he also broke your heart into a million pieces. After explaining the whole ordeal to them, they were both livid - you were the one person who looked past his scars and you were the only person that loved him. You bent to his will, you gave him everything and more. 

“I don’t think I can work there anymore - I don’t want to see him. I’m sorry, but I have to opt out of the contract Koko.” Your words felt like a ton of bricks on their shoulders. “Angel…we don’t want to lose you.” Mikey said as he leaned in to press his forehead on yours. He always knew what to say and what to do to make your heart skip a beat. Though your heart was in a thousand pieces, the tiny fragment that he held remained in one piece. “I’m sorry Mikey, but I can’t stay here. There are too many memories in this apartment.” He could feel you trembling again. “Everywhere I look I am reminded of him, the things we did, the words that were said. I just can’t…” Kokonoi leaned in to press his forehead on your temple and held your trembling hand. “Princess, I will help you move out and we’ll find another job for you. You can leave everything else behind, but don’t leave us behind. We love you too y’know.” His words made your heart flutter and you began to sob again. “Koko…I can’t - do you know how expensive and time-consuming this will be for you two?” They didn’t care, you were their priority right now - Kanto Manji’s affairs could wait a little longer. “Come on Angel, at least let us help you get back on your feet. Take time off from work, we will take care of all your needs until you are ready.” They were truly your guardian angels, you felt undeserving of them. This went on back and forth until you finally realized that they would not leave your side until you agreed with them. 

“I don’t want Sanzu to find out about this. I don’t want him to know where I am nor that you two know what happened, please don’t change the way you treat him. I know he still means a lot to you two.” Both Kokonoi and Mikey were shocked that you didn’t flat out hate Sanzu for what he did. Your kindness was always something that they admired and adored. Their only regret was not moving in to take you sooner. 

*

Sanzu continued visiting the bar acting as if nothing happened. He started to notice that you weren’t around, you didn’t call him, text him and your location was turned off. At first he was ok with not seeing you, he didn’t want to deal with the drama of you crying and begging. He’s been through enough of those moments that he was too blind to see the bigger picture. Though his ego was bruised when you didn’t come crawling back to him. Kokonoi and Mikey also continued their charade, not giving Sanzu the slightest chance to notice that they were aware of his actions. They did question him to avoid suspicion, “We haven’t seen (Y/N), where is she? She hasn’t picked up our calls either…” Kokonoi asked as he sipped on his drink that the waitress set on the table for him. The same waitress that Sanzu cheated on you with. “Oi! Can’t you make a decent drink?” Mikey said to her, his tone was low and laced with annoyance. He dumped the contents of his drink on the floor, making her scurry to clean up the mess. The waitress could only apologize and look over at Sanzu, almost saying ‘you’re gonna let them treat me like that’? He didn’t give two flying shits about her. “Dunno, she could have gotten bored and decided to fuck off with one of the men you had her gather intel on.” Sanzu’s tone came out accusatory and he locked eyes with Kokonoi. Was he really blaming Kokonoi for his actions? “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Kokonoi chuckled. “Well, if you see her - tell her we have a new assignment for her…she’s still under contract y’know.” The bitter taste of his own words made a knot in his throat. 

Three weeks have passed since Sanzu has heard from you, let alone even seen you. He questioned the waitresses, the manager and all other staff at the bar of your whereabouts. Neither of them knew a damn thing. Scrolling through his contacts on his phone, he finally found your name and tried calling your number but it was disconnected. Shit. Sanzu was beyond pissed that you were ghosting him over something so benign.  Everyday without you seemed to get longer and longer. It was now 3:00 am and he was in front of your apartment door, pounding his fists on the door. There was no way you could just get up and disappear like that. “(Y/N)! Open the door!” He yelled but was met with silence. With one swift kick, he busted the door open only to find the apartment completely empty. All your furniture, picture frames, decorations and mementos were gone. He stormed through each and every single doorway, looking for any trace of you. There was nothing, not your scent, not even a strand of your hair was left on the floor. Sanzu began to panic. Didn’t you love him? Didn’t you say you belonged to him? Didn’t you ask him to come back to you that night that you confessed your love to him? 

Sanzu sank down to the floor, both palms pressed to his face - he was confused at the emotions that were ravaging his head and heart. He called Mikey and told him that you were gone. “What do you mean she’s gone?” Mikey responded to him in a scolding manner. “I’m telling you, she’s fucking gone! All her shit’s gone from the apartment, her phone is disconnected, no one knows where the fuck she went!” Sanzu yelled back through the phone. On the other line, both Mikey and Kokonoi were just shaking their heads at how Sanzu was almost a month late into the realization that you were gone. “Maybe she really fucked off with someone else…” Kokonoi said loud enough for Sanzu to hear. His stomach sank, did he really lose you? Even after you said you loved him? What about him? Did you not care about what his response would have been? How selfish.

Months went by without a single clue to your whereabouts. Mikey and Kokonoi were so preoccupied with Kanto Manji related business that they didn’t have the time to help Sanzu look for you. They could tell that he was slowly losing himself in your absence. Though he tried to mask it, the moment your name was brought up - he flinched. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t bring himself to go back to the bar - the place where you first met. Everynight he stayed up thinking about you. He missed the way you called out his name, the way you would kiss his scars and then his lips, the way you melted underneath him. The little things you would do for him that now he doesn’t know how to function without them, all these emotions were hitting him all at once. Nightmares soon began to take place whenever he would fall asleep. The image of your broken state standing in front of his door was haunting him. It took him months to realize that he actually did love you, that you were faithful to him and that you really did only have eyes for him and no one else. He single handedly destroyed the only good thing he had in life. Things that you would do for him were now nonexistent and no other woman was able to take your place. They all used him for status or money. He found himself looking for traces of you in other women - but you remained a ghost that forever haunts his dreams. Regret consumed him, chipping away at him little by little.

*

Three years flew by in a blink of an eye. You were walking the streets of Tokyo in the evening, you had just gotten off work and were in a rush to get to your destination. Being back here meant nothing to you now. It took time but you healed, Mikey and Kokonoi were against you coming back into the city but you assured them that it will be ok. They were there for you during your ups and downs. They supported you throughout your change in career and also supported you in one of the biggest moments in your life. Too in a hurry to hear a man call your name out, you kept sprinting down the block - the man followed. You arrived at a gated playground and greeted the caretakers, signing in and marking the time of your arrival. The caretakers headed to the playground, leaving you by the entrance to wait - you were busy looking for someone in particular that you didn’t hear footsteps behind you. You gasped when you felt a hand placed on your shoulder, it startled you and made you turn around to face a pair of blue eyes. The man’s expression was in disbelief. However, the moment you saw the scars on the corners of his lips, you felt your stomach drop. Sanzu was standing right in front of you.

“(Y/N)...?” His voice almost faltered. You were about to speak when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a tight hug. His embrace was suffocating you. “Sanzu…what are you doing here?” You questioned and gently pulled away from him. The tears that welled in his eyes made your heart sink - this is the first time you’ve seen any emotion outside of his menacing demeanor. “Where did you go? I’ve-” Sanzu’s words were cut short by the caretaker coming back, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He thought he was going to pass out when the caretaker handed you a toddler. “Mama!” The little one yelled out loud when you embraced him. “Hi my love!” You said softly and placed a big kiss on their cheek. The child in your arms was a spitting image of Sanzu, light pink hair, crystal eyes and his smile. The caretaker noticed the resemblance between Sanzu and the toddler - she didn't realize that the next words that flew out her mouth would make one of Japan's most feared men drop down to his knees. "Oh, you look just like your daddy!" You glared at the caretaker, they knew they said too much, they apologized and walked away. 

Sanzu Haruchiyo is the father of the toddler in your arms. The three years were spent in hiding, hiding your pregnancy, your doctor visits were all in secret - Kokonoi had paid them very well to keep everything under lock and key. You begged them not to tell Sanzu when you found out you were pregnant. He had every right to know but you couldn’t risk it. Your pregnancy was a risky one - you had to get through the first trimester without any stress or strains or else you could end up miscarrying. “Is she really mine? Why? Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanzu’s voice was almost a whisper. You sighed, thinking about whether to explain the situation or if you should just walk away. “Get up Sanzu…we can go talk about it after I put her to sleep…” Your tone was firm yet delicate. He flinched at hearing you call him Sanzu and not Haru. It was as if you held no term of endearment for him - like he was just somebody else.

He couldn’t help but stare at the child in your arms, the little girl was staring back in wonder and just smiled at Sanzu - it broke his heart. “You want to hold her?” You asked softly. “Can I?” You expected for him to say no. The moment you handed him over - the little one began to touch the scars on Sanzu’s lips. “hurt?” She said as she traced the scars with her tiny fingers. Sanzu couldn’t answer the little one’s question, but shook his head no. The interaction between them both was slowly chipping away at the walls you had built. It was hard seeing how every day she was starting to look more and more like her father. “She’s a curious child. Is that how you were when you were little?” Your question caught him off guard, did you really hold no resentment towards him? Did you forgive him? Would you be able to accept him back into your life? “I don’t remember…” The rest of the way was spent in silence, except for the little one touching Sanzu’s face and hair, looking at the piercings on his ears and always going back to touching his scars. 

When you arrived at the apartment, you turned around to look at Sanzu, he looked worn out from the kid touching his face and asking questions here and there. The little one was asleep on his shoulder - you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. “Come on up - please excuse the mess.” You were talking to him as if he was your senior or a stranger. Taking the sleeping child from his arms, you laid her down in her little bed and placed a gentle kiss on their forehead. Sanzu sat on your couch and his arms felt like lead. Who knew carrying a child would physically drain him this much? 

You brought out some coffee and placed it on the coffee table for you both to sip on while you found the words to say. “Still take yours black?” The fact that you still remembered made him shrink a little into the couch. “Yeah…” He was having a hard time talking. The initial shock hadn’t faded yet. “What do you want to know?” You asked Sanzu as you looked him dead in the eyes. The silence in the room was deafening, you could almost hear a pin drop. “Why didn’t you come back? Did you leave when you found out about your pregnancy? Why didn't you tell me or at least tell Mikey or Kokonoi? We could have provided you assistance, I could have been there for you…” His questions and statements were absurd. You scoffed and did your best to keep yourself composed. “...you’re joking right?” Your tone was laced with venom, a bitter taste lingered on your tongue. “Haruchiyo, you cheated on me after I confessed my love to you, I caught you and all you said to me was ‘i didn’t ask you to fall in love with me’ and then you accused me of sleeping around - what did you expect??” Every word hit him like a ton of bricks, especially his own words that were thrown back at him. 

The more you examined his face, the more you could see the dark circles in his eyes. He lost weight, lost color in his skin and those gorgeous eyes of his that once held the world were now empty. He really lost himself without you. The sound of your phone vibrating cut the silence in the room. It was Mikey, you pinched the bridge of your nose - debating whether or not to take his call. “Excuse me for a second, I need to get this.” You say as you get up and answer the phone. Sanzu was reflecting on his mistakes while looking around the mementos in your living room and noticed that each picture you had with the baby - you looked happy. He thought that single mothers would be miserable without the father of the child in the picture, but he was wrong. There was one photo that caught his eye, a photo of you in the hospital the day the baby was born. You were glowing, you were happy and the little bundle of joy was the reason for it, not him. Upon closer inspection of the photo, he noticed that there were two more people in the room, their backs were turned but he recognized them immediately. He felt his blood boil, it was a slap in the face - his most trusted allies hid you away. 

While you were on the phone with Mikey, the sound of thunderous footsteps behind you made you spin around to face a livid Sanzu. “They knew?! They were there when my daughter was born?!” Ouch. You immediately put your palm over his mouth and pinned him against the wall to shush him. “You’re going to wake up my daughter…pipedown or I will throw you out Haruchiyo.” Your whole demeanor changed instantly. There was a murderous intent in your eyes. (momma bear mode activated) “(Y/N)? He found you? Are you ok? We’re on our way!” Mikey said on the other line, he was concerned that Sanzu might lose all reason and hurt you and their niece. Still keeping a hand over his mouth, you replied back to Mikey and let him know that everything was ok and not to come, and ended the call. You were no longer just a fragile girl with a broken heart, you were a mother and a stronger woman - handling Sanzu would no longer be a problem. You turned away to peek around the corner of the hallway to make sure your daughter did not wake up. When all remained quiet, you slowly removed your hand from his mouth and exhaled. “I made them swear not to tell you.” You whispered harshly. He could feel his blood still boiling under his skin - he couldn’t understand why you would shut him out like that. “Besides, weren’t you too busy being between my coworkers legs to even care?” Being reminded of his petty jealousy and mistake felt like he was being talked to as if he were a child getting scolded. “I fucked up, I know that now - but this…?!” He stood toe to toe with you, neither of you backing down. You couldn’t tell him the secondary reason why you hid your pregnancy from him. “We are fine, we don’t need anything from you.” Your words were like poison, slowly eating away at his patience. “Is there someone else?” His tone was low, he was prepared to remove the obstacle or person in his way. It’s not the first time he’s had to get his hands dirty, and you were fully aware of that. “No…” Your response was immediate, after what you went through - you built layer after layer of walls around your heart to keep it from getting broken again.  

“Look, I can give you visitation rights but only under my supervision - you are not to interfere with our lives.” Sanzu was not prepared for this reaction from you. You were not taking any bullshit from him, nor lowering your head anymore. Whatever power he held over you was now gone. “What if I want more than just visitation rights? What if I want you too?” He pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you - his scent was intoxicating, that hasn't changed. “I can’t…I’m sorry, my priority is my daughter…” You said as you tried to pull away from him. His grip only hardened and he was refusing to let you go.  “...can you forgive me? You don’t have to give me an answer now but I do want her to at least know her father’s name and face…” Sanzu’s tone was sincere. He really wanted to get to know his daughter and possibly…get closer to you again. “Please…don’t leave me again…” Tears started to sting your eyes, you could feel the knot in your throat forming and it was making it difficult to breathe. “Haru…” His warmth was making your knees weak, you could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his tall figure felt so small in arms. 

The sound of the door being kicked open startled you both and made you separate, Sanzu drew his gun and pointed it at the figure in the doorway. “Mikey?!” Sanzu yelled out loud - what followed were whimpers and cries from your daughter in her room. The loud sound of the door being kicked in and Sanzu’s yell spooked her. “MANJIRO! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU WOKE HER UP!” Uh oh. Kokonoi walked through the doorway and scolded Mikey. “I told you not to kick the door in - it’s Haruka’s nap time…” Upon Kokonoi saying the child’s name - Sanzu whipped his head around so fast you thought his neck was going to snap. “You named her after me?” Geeze, you would think that he would have asked her name by now, no? It was almost impossible to hide your blushing face. “...not entirely…no” 

All of you were quickly interrupted when the crying toddler came wobbling out of her room. However, when her little eyes landed on her two uncles - she immediately stopped crying and ran to them. She clung to Mikey’s legs and was immediately picked up by him “Hi my little angel, did we wake you up?” His voice was as sweet as honey. This was the first time Sanzu had ever heard Mikey talk like this, he was to be feared, not loved. What followed was Kokonoi giving her a stuffed little teddy bear, her eyes lit up with joy. “Koko, I asked you to stop buying her shit - she already has so many toys!” You scolded Kokonoi each and every time he would bring something - he was spoiling her too much. They were spoiling her too much. “Don’t ignore my question - you named her after me?” Sanzu was serious, he had tears in his eyes - I think you just broke him. 

What followed were hours of back and forth between you, Mikey, Kokonoi and Sanzu. He was adamant of staying in the little one’s life. This kicked off a new stage in your life - not only were you raising your daughter but now Sanzu was going to be a part of your life again. You agreed up to a certain point - you put your foot down the moment he suggested for you to move in with him. Though you found it sweet - you were still keeping your guard up and made those boundaries clear to Sanzu. Mikey and Kokonoi promised to continue being there for you two, after all - little Haruka grew attached to them already, it would be wrong for them to abandon her. Sanzu swore to fight for you and his daughter - for the first time Sanzu Haruchiyo was fighting someone other than Mikey.

END

[junghelioseok]

heart-on.

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ smut | strangers to lovers!au ◇ 10.1k [1/1]

❛❛ my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick ❜❜

notes: welcome to the first installment of the serendipity series! we’re starting with hoseok, because, well, have you met me? 🤣 be warned, however, that this isn’t anywhere near as edited as i’d like so i’ll probably give it another read/edit tomorrow but for now!!! here it is!!!

⇢ series masterlist. | inspired by this post.

warnings: dirty talk bc hoseok’s got a bit of a mouth on him, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), sexting. dick pics, obvi. brief mention of a dead pet goldfish :(

You’re refilling your mug when you hear it. Voices filter out from the kitchen, floating past the coffee station where you’re pouring yourself another drink and hanging in the open air of the hallway that leads back to the rest of the office. They’re familiar voices, too—voices that belong to the resident gossips of your workplace. Lottie’s pitchy, nasal tone melds with Hyejin’s higher one, their conversation interrupted every so often by an exaggerated exclamation or gasp from Sandra, the third and final member of their trio.

“Haven’t you heard? Carolyn’s divorce was finalized over the weekend, the poor thing.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine how she’s feeling. I mean, getting back into dating at her age? Goodness!”

“And now she’ll be all alone at the holiday party, too. How sad is that?”

“It’s tragic. Poor thing.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab a packet of sugar and tear it open, upending it over your mug and watching the crystalline granules fall into the dark liquid within. You know for a fact that Sandra and her husband can’t even stand to be in the same room for an extended period of time, considering how they’d spent most of last year’s holiday party talking to entirely different groups of people. You’d sat two tables away from them during dinner, and they hadn’t even made eye contact once. And as for Lottie and Hyejin, well, you’re certain that their relationships aren’t much better. All three of them are miserable people as far as you’re concerned, and you make a mental note to check in on Carolyn—a sweet woman in her thirties who always keeps chocolate bars in her purse—on your way back to your desk.

“Sheesh. Vultures, the lot of them. Don’t you think?”

You whirl at the sound of your manager’s voice. Kyunghee Jung is a dark-haired woman in her late fifties, and she laughs when she sees your startled expression, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Easy! You’ll spill your coffee if you’re not careful.”

“I’ll probably have a heart attack first,” you reply, pressing a hand to your chest. “What was your job before this? Some kind of intelligence operative? Are you a super spy?”

Kyunghee laughs again and joins you at the counter. “Nothing even remotely as exciting as that,” she answers, plopping her mug down beside yours. It’s decorated with what looks like every color of the rainbow, a massive smiling sunflower taking up the majority of the surface, and the only remnant of the ceramic’s original color is on the very edge of the handle where there’s a lopsided little patch of white. The piece is clearly handmade, and a stark contrast to the simple mint green cup that houses your coffee. Looking at it, it’s impossible not to smile.

“I love that,” you remark, inclining your head at her mug. “Was it a present from one of your kids?”

“Hoseok,” she confirms, running a fingertip along the imperfect handle fondly. “I’ve told you about him before—he’s right around your age.”

You chuckle. “Right, I remember. That’s why he’s the perfect match for me, right?”

“Come now, there’s more to it than that,” Kyunghee defends, waving a hand. “But yes, to answer your question. He gave it to me as a birthday present when he was eight.”

“Well, you never told me he was an artist,” you tease. “Does he have an Etsy? Can I buy one of these off him? Does he do custom orders, maybe?”

Normally, your manager is more than happy to play along with your jokes, but today Kyunghee fixes you with an uncharacteristically serious look. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” she asks. “He’s coming to the holiday party, after all. I figured you could finally meet.”

You blink. Kyunghee has been making offhand remarks about how well you would get on with her son, Hoseok, for over a year now, but you’ve never even come close to broaching the topic of meeting him. You don’t even know anything about the man beyond the fact that his name is Hoseok and that he works somewhere downtown. He also favors tall socks and yellow suspenders if the framed photograph on Kyunghee’s desk is any indication—or at least, he certainly did when he was still in diapers. Whether he still does, is anyone’s guess.

“Wow, I had no idea he was even interested in coming,” you manage when you’ve recovered from your surprise. “Did you bribe him?”

If Kyunghee notices that your voice is a few pitches higher than usual, she doesn’t remark on it. “Oh, you know. I just told him that this would be his last chance to score free booze on the company’s dime.” She laughs. “Three more months and it’s going to be all beaches and sunshine for me. I might even become a cruise person in my retirement.”

You gasp and slap a hand to your heart. “Kyunghee! Think of the environmental impact!”

“I said I might!” she retorts immediately. “Sheesh. Even in my old age, it’s hard to conveniently forget how shitty and unsustainable those damn boats are.”

You pick up your mug and raise it in a salute. “Well, the oceans thank you.”

“My husband doesn’t,” she answers with a sigh. “He’s been dying to book one of those trips that stop all along the Mediterrannean coastline, and I can’t exactly blame him.”

“That is tempting,” you admit. “You’ll have to send photos, if you do end up going.”

“You’ll be sick of me and my photos before the first day is even up,” she promises. Then she pauses, her eyes darting toward the kitchen where silence has fallen in the last few minutes. “Speaking of being sick—you think the vultures are still hovering around in there? I haven’t had lunch yet, and I need the microwave.”

Obligingly, you edge a little closer to the kitchen doorway and poke your head around the frame, scanning for Lottie and her sidekicks. “Coast is clear. Enjoy your lunch, Kyunghee.”

She nods and raises her mug at you, returning your salute. “I always do.”

///

As soon as the work day ends, you fall into your usual routine. Your commute home is easily walkable on nicer days, and though the winter weather is brisker than you’d like, you decide to walk for the sake of stopping at the convenience store on the corner of the block.

Once you arrive back at your apartment, you change into your comfiest sweats and a loose tee. You turn on some music while you throw together some dinner, and settle onto the couch half an hour later with a full plate and Netflix. Television is a welcome distraction from the events of the workday, and you manage to get through three full episodes of your current show before your pesky brain decides to revisit the events of today, replaying the conversations that you’d both had and overheard.

There’s no denying that you’ve been single for quite some time now, and for the most part, it’s been by choice. Ever since graduating from university, you’ve chosen to focus more on your career, and it’s paid off both in terms of the important position you hold in your company and your above average salary. And yet, you can’t help but think back to the gossip you’d overheard earlier—about the supposed tragedy of being single and attending the upcoming holiday party alone. Your mind wanders to Kyunghee’s son, Hoseok, and how he’ll be in attendance this year. You wonder what he’s like, and whether he really is perfect for you, as Kyunghee seems to be so fond of mentioning.

And then your mind goes to Jay.

You met Jay two months ago, on a well-deserved night out after a hellish workweek. The bar was crowded, and the music coming from the neon dancefloor in the back was just loud enough to drown out your inhibitions. That, combined with the alcohol swimming through your system, made you bold. You sashayed your way across the dancefloor, dodging inebriated bodies and swaying limbs as you fixed your attention on the head of pale lavender hair and deliciously broad shoulders that awaits you just behind the bar counter. The bartender is nothing short of gorgeous, and you’ve thrown all caution to the wind. Sure, several other women are eyeing him like he’s their next meal—several men are, too—but you need another drink. And while he prepares it, you plan to flirt.

A lot.

The bar counter is sticky with spilled liquor, but you don’t pay that any mind as you lean across it, the wood digging into the narrow strip of exposed skin left by your cropped top. “Hi!” you call, and the bartender looks up from where he’s just finished pouring a round of shots for a group of raucous young men.

“Hi yourself,” he says, his pillowy lips stretching into an easy smile. “What can I get you?”

You pretend not to notice the way his eyes flicker down to the dip of your cleavage and instead put on the sultriest smile you are capable of mustering. “Vodka soda,” you tell him, injecting a bit of purr into your voice. “A bit of lemon too, if you have it.”

“Trust me, I have it,” he assures, his smile growing as he reaches for a clean glass and a clear bottle. “Name’s Jin, by the way. I’m here all night, if you need anything e—”

A loud clatter and the sound of breaking glass interrupts the rest of his sentence, and all eyes at the bar go to the source of the disturbance. Conversations stutter to a halt, and even the thumping bass of the music seems to dull. Jin darts to the other end of the bar, where you can see that one of several barstools has fallen to the ground. There’s a man on the ground as well, surrounded by shattered glass and spilled dark liquor, and your eyes widen when you realize that you know him.

And arguably, a little too well.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. People are starting to lose interest in the spectacle, turning back to their own conversations and continuing on as if nothing had happened at all. The man is beginning to clamber to his feet, and a few people lend a helping hand as Jin begins barking out orders for everyone to step back so he can sweep up the broken glass. You seize upon the opportunity, latching on to the nearest arm and pulling them close so you can hide behind them. Vaguely, you’re aware of them sputtering in surprise, but you only have eyes for the man who had fallen off his stool, watching him carefully as he brushes himself off and tries to play it cool despite the sizable patch of whiskey soaking his white shirt.

“Hey, uh…” Your human shield is speaking. “Are you okay? You’re squeezing me pretty tight.”

That draws you out of your daze. Abashed, you loosen your grip on his arm and look up into his face, your throat going dry when you realize how handsome he is. His black hair is parted over his forehead, a stray strand falling into warm brown eyes set above a straight nose and an inviting mouth. There’s a freckle above his top lip, just shy of the center, and your inebriated brain wonders just what it would be like to kiss it.

“I, um—” You clear your throat and try again. “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want him to see me.”

Your newfound companion raises an eyebrow and glances over his shoulder at the drunk man, who is now being ushered out of the bar by his buddies. “You know that guy?”

You nod, cringing. “Yeah, his name’s Trent. I… may or may not have dated him for a few months last year.”

The man laughs out loud. “You dated a Trent?”

“What, like you’ve never made a questionable life choice?” you challenge. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge someone based on the sins of their parents. It’s not his fault they gave him a terrible name.”

“Sure, but it is on him for going along with it,” he replies with a shrug. “I would’ve changed my name as soon as I could if my parents had named me Trent. But hey, that’s just one man’s opinion.”

You laugh. “Okay then, Not-Trent.” Relinquishing your grip on his arm, you let your fingers graze his hand before pulling away entirely. “What do you say we continue this conversation over a drink?”

The man, whose name is decidedly not Trent, catches your fingers in his and gives them a gentle squeeze. “Happily.”

One drink turns into two, and then three. By the end of the hour, you are feeling pleasantly warm, the alcohol spreading through your veins like molasses and turning your surroundings into a hazy blur. The music has grown even louder, pounding against your eardrums, and you grab onto Not-Trent’s wrist as he sets his now-empty glass back down onto the counter.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” you ask, raising your voice to be heard over the thumping bassline. “I can’t even hear myself think.”

“The parking lot’s out back,” he suggests. “Why don’t we get some air?”

You nod and stand up on wobbly legs, cursing your decision to wear heels when you stumble into your companion. He steadies you with a gentle but firm hand, and you don’t miss the way his touch lingers on your lower back, his palm warm through the material of your blouse.

Together, the two of you pick your way through the throng of swaying bodies on the dancefloor. The bassline thuds in your ears, dark and hypnotic, and you can feel the reverberations thrumming across the slats of your ribs and echoing in the cavern of your chest like a second heartbeat.

It’s almost a relief, then, when you step out into the cool night air. Your ears continue to ring for a few seconds, but it soon fades and leaves behind only the muted hum of traffic from the street and the faint sound of music from inside. At your side, Not-Trent releases a long breath and leans against the brick wall of the building, and you turn to take in the steep slopes of his side profile as he tilts his head up toward the velvety night sky.

He’s handsome. Dressed in ripped jeans and black leather, he’s a sight to behold, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been craving a bit of intimacy for quite some time now. The alcohol swimming through your system makes you bolder than you normally would be, and you reach out to lay a hand on his arm. He turns toward you with a silent question glimmering in his irises, but you simply step closer, until you’re pinning him against the wall with your body and you’re breathing the same air.

“Hey,” you say, your voice an airy whisper. His eyes are near obsidian in the dimness of the parking lot, illuminated only by the orange glow of the streetlamps on either end, and your gaze flickers down to his mouth before roving to the freckle that sits upon his top lip. “Kiss me?”

Your companion’s eyes widen. His lips part, but no words come out, and you’re about to repeat your question when he finally finds his voice again.

“That’s really… that’s not a good idea.” Awkwardly, he clears his throat, but the hoarseness of his voice and the harsh bob of his Adam’s apple give away his true desires. “Look, you’ve been drinking. We both have, and—”

You cut him off, pushing up to your tiptoes and planting a messy kiss to the soft dip just beneath his bottom lip. “Don’t care,” you mumble against his skin. “I want you.”

Your companion laughs weakly. His hands find their way to your waist and pause there, as if he can’t decide whether to push you away or pull you closer. “You don’t even know me,” he murmurs.

“I don’t have to know you,” you reply. Your fingers drag down his chest, trailing along the delicate silver necklace that rests against the black of his shirt. From the chain hangs a round pendant, the surface engraved with the letter J. Slowly, you trace it with a fingertip, the metal shining even in the dim light, and satisfaction blooms in your heart when your companion’s throat bobs again. “I want you,” you breathe, soft but insistent. “Isn’t that enough?”

“I—” He clears his throat and tries again, and you wonder if he realizes that his hands have slid down to your hips, or that there’s a growing hardness against your lower stomach that’s becoming increasingly harder to ignore. “Look, I’m flattered—really, I am. And you’re… I mean, fuck, you’re gorgeous. But I don’t think we should do anything when you’re clearly not in the right frame of mind to be making this kind of decision, and—”

“And, nothing.” You wind your arms around his neck, pressing close and grinding subtly against the bulge in his pants. You smirk when he releases a low hiss from between his teeth, and hide it by laying a trail of kisses along the stretch of bare skin exposed by the dip of his collar. “Stop being such a gentleman,” you whisper. Your fingers trail down his chest, past the silver of his pendant and down to the faded denim of his jeans, teasing at the cool metal of his belt buckle. “I want this. But if you’re not interested, I can always go back in there and—”

The rest of your sentence dies in your throat. Your companion has tugged you flush against him in one smooth motion, and your gasp is cut off by the firm press of his mouth against yours. Immediately, you melt into the kiss, and a moan tears from your lips when he spins you around and pins you against the brick wall of the building.

“You’re a spoiled little thing, huh?” His breath fans hot against your cheeks, and you shiver when you meet his eyes and see the dark promise reflected there. “Used to getting what you want, huh, princess?”

Your breath hitches at the endearment—something your companion doesn’t miss. “Oh, you like that?” He chuckles hoarsely, and when he speaks again it’s in a rasp that sends heat straight to your core. “What else do you like, hmm? You want me to be rough with you, princess? Or should I be gentle and treat you like a queen?”

You reach up, raking your fingers through his hair and skimming across the soft strands of his undercut before finding purchase at his nape. “You talk too much,” you whisper.

And then you’re crushing your mouth back against his, whining when he immediately takes back control of the kiss. His grip slides downward, his fingertips digging into the skin just above the curve of your ass, and you squeak when he grabs the back of your thigh and hooks your leg around his waist.

“You feel that?” he rasps into your ear, nipping at the delicate shell and chortling when you keen. Your skirt has ridden up dangerously high on your spread thighs, and you let out a soft whimper when he grinds harshly against your center. The lace of your panties and the denim of his jeans are the last barricades between you, and you wonder, vaguely, whether your companion has a bit of an exhibitionist streak when he slides one of your sleeves down your shoulder and begins kissing a trail down to the swell of your cleavage. “You feel how hard you’ve gotten me?”

You lean down, kissing the soft spot where his jaw meets his ear before letting your teeth graze against his skin. “Why don’t you do something about it then?”

He hisses out a sharp breath, his hands tightening their hold on your hips. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, huh? I can’t wait to make you eat your words.”

Any retort you may have had is interrupted by a sudden swell of music and the sound of a slamming door. Whirling to face the source of the noise, you immediately spot a familiar head of lavender hair atop broad shoulders encapsulated in the black uniform of the bar. Jin hasn’t noticed the two of you yet, his attention fixated on his cell phone screen, but he looks up when you let out a little squeak of surprise and shove your companion’s chest in an attempt to create some distance between you.

“Hey.” Jin raises a hand in greeting, a knowing smirk curling his lips. “This phone call shouldn’t be too long, so please. Don’t stop the party on my behalf.”

Heat floods to your cheeks. There isn’t much use protesting against his insinuation, considering the rather compromising position you’re in. Much to your relief, though, your companion simply huffs out a chuckle and waves Jin off. “Thanks, man, but we’ll get out of your hair.” Lowering his voice, he turns back to you. “Coming, princess?”

You nod. He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, adjusting your skirt so that it drapes properly over your hips and thighs again.

“Have a good night!” Jin calls after you, amusement lacing every word. You can’t work up the nerve to respond, and luckily, you don’t have to. Your companion leads you around the corner of the building, where several rows of cars are parked beneath an orange streetlamp. On this side, the exterior brick wall is painted with a mural, and you admire the colorful galaxies and nebulae swirling amidst silvery white stars and the word serendipity spray-painted in pale blue.

The last car in the row is parked just beneath the letter Y, and it’s here that your companion stops. The sleek black vehicle has an almost vintage feel to it, and you glance up when you hear the jingle of metal.

“I’m guessing this is yours?”

He nods, pulling a set of keys from the pocket of his leather jacket and inserting one into the lock. “Yeah. You like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, tracing the edge of the passenger window “Makes my car look like a total piece of shit by comparison.”

Your companion chuckles, pulling open the driver’s side door, and you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window as he presses a button to unlock the rest of the doors. Your hair’s a bit of a mess and your mascara has smudged beneath your right eye, and you hurriedly swipe at it as your companion turns his attention back to you.

“So,” he says. “Now what? I can give you a ride home, if you want.”

Deliberately, you let your gaze drop down to his crotch, where his bulge—albeit waning—is still visible. “Seriously? I thought you were going to… what was it again? Make me eat my words?”

And just like that, it’s as if a switch has flipped. His eyes darken to obsidian, his lips settling into a stern line, and you barely have time to draw in a breath before he’s caging you against the side of his car and molding his mouth to yours. Your lips part beneath the onslaught, and he wastes no time in dipping inside to explore, licking into you until you’re both breathless.

“Inside,” he breathes once you’ve broken apart, and you instantly obey. You wrench the door open and all but tumble into the backseat, and he isn’t far behind as he slots himself between your spread thighs. Your hands fly to his shoulders where you help him shuck off his leather jacket, tossing it carelessly to the front where it lands in a heap on the dashboard before focusing your attention on the hem of his black t-shirt. Your companion obliges you as you push it upward to expose his toned abdomen, grabbing it by the collar and pulling it off the rest of the way when your reach falls a little short in the cramped interior of the backseat.

“Your turn,” he whispers when you try to reach for his belt, his hands settling around your wrists. “It’s only fair, princess.”

Pouting, you let your hands fall limp in his grasp, and he chuckles as he leans down to pacify you with a kiss. Deft fingers find the hem of your blouse, pushing it up until you can twist out of the material. You throw it aside with no regard for where it lands on the ground, and lay back as your companion drinks you in, his dark gaze raking across the lacy black lingerie that decorates your curves and skims you like a second skin. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with a combination of amazement and disbelief. “You’re stunning.”

You smile, trailing a fingertip from the dip of his collarbone down to the silver necklace that sits prettily against his bare chest. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you tell him, tracing the letter engraved into his pendant. “Jay.”

Your companion—newly dubbed Jay—smiles back. “You’re something else, princess,” he murmurs, before leaning down to kiss you again. He explores your mouth thoroughly—languidly—before moving down to nip at your neck, and already, you can feel the beginnings of marks beginning to form, blossoming across your skin as irrefutable proof of your tryst.

It isn’t long before Jay frees you from your bra, watching with carnal fascination as your breasts spill out of the lacy material. You whine when he reaches out to cup one, his palm hot against your bare skin, and he smirks crookedly when a pinch to your nipple makes your back arch off the leather of the seat. “So pretty,” he rasps. “I can’t wait to see how you look stretched around my cock.”

“Stop waiting, then,” you tell him, trying again for his belt buckle. This time, he lets you fumble it open, leaning back to watch you work with hooded eyes and a lazy little smile. Emboldened, you push aside the denim of his jeans and free his cock from the confines of his underwear. He’s hard and hot and heavy in your palm, and your tongue darts out instinctively at the sight of the pearlescent precum beading the tip.

“Jay,” you murmur, thumbing across the head of his erection and smirking when he hisses in pleasure. “Fuck me.”

Jay seems to consider your demand, mischief flitting across his features before he manages to school his expression into something more neutral. “Where are your manners, princess?” he asks, pushing your hand away and giving himself a few long, slow strokes. “Say please, if you want it so bad.”

For a moment, you consider refusing. Jay seems to be the type of man who enjoys a good game, but between the state of his cock and the earlier interruption, you’re pretty sure he’s nearing his limit. And even if he isn’t, you are. And so, you shelve your pride for the time being, and trail a hand down the length of your bared body as you bat your lashes up at him. “Fuck me, Jay,” you repeat. “Please. Want your cock so bad.”

His answering smile is equal parts amusement and satisfaction, and altogether sinful. “That’s my girl,” he rasps, before shoving your panties aside. Lining the head of his cock up, he enters you in one smooth thrust, and you moan as your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You’re more than wet enough to take him in his entirety, your eyes fluttering shut when he bottoms out, and he groans hoarsely as he takes a second to relish the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

“Fuck. You’re so wet, princess.” Jay dips a thumb into your slick, spreading it across your clit and rubbing a few experimental circles around the sensitive nub. He groans when you clench around him, his hips stuttering, and you squeeze around him again just to hear him grit out another curse. “Shit. I’m not going to last long at this rate.”

“Don’t care,” you murmur, rocking against him and sighing when the motion sends him a little deeper into your core. “Just fuck me, Jay. Please.”

Jay leans in, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead as he plants an indulgent kiss on your waiting mouth. “Anything for you, princess,” he breathes. Slowly, he pulls back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you. Then he’s slamming forward, and you can’t even find it in yourself to care about the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin or the way the car rocks. Jay’s thumbing across your clit in tight circles that he times perfectly with the rock of his hips, and you wonder whether the rapidly building pleasure in your belly is due to your dry spell or if he’s just that good. You can feel every inch of him as he fills you up repeatedly, his brows furrowed in concentration and his dark hair flopping as he drives deeper in search of the spot that will have you seeing stars.

You know he’s found it when the pleasure in your belly spikes, your back arching off the backseat. Your skin is sticky against the dark leather and you’re certain the sweat gathering at your temples has destroyed the last of your makeup, but Jay alleviates your concerns with a particularly well-timed thrust and a harsh nip to the soft spot at your clavicle. You keen out something unintelligible, and his lips stretch into a smirk against your skin.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Cum for me, princess.”

That’s all it takes for the mounting pressure to snap. Your body collapses into a searing orgasm, the pleasure flaring out like a supernova and spreading through your veins like wildfire. “F-fuck, Jay—” you gasp, your fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase and no doubt leaving scratches in their wake. “Fuck, you feel so—”

The remainder of your words trail off into garbled nonsense, and Jay huffs out a strained chuckle as he begins chasing after his own orgasm, rutting against you in a way that both prolongs your pleasure and sustains his own. “Shit,” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, that’s it. Look at you—taking my cock so well. So pretty and perfect and—”

Whatever he was going to say dissolves into a groan as he gives a few more erratic thrusts before his release overwhelms him. Creamy warmth floods through you, and you rub his back tiredly as his head drops onto your shoulder, his breath flaring hot against your skin as he rides out his orgasm.

It takes several long seconds for the pleasure to recede. Your legs are still shaky when Jay pulls away, straightening up and tucking himself back into his jeans. There’s an empty ache in your core now that you are no longer stuffed full of his cock, and already, you are missing the feeling. Still, you push that aside as you sit up, adjusting your panties and wincing at the wetness that soaks the material and sticks to your skin.

“So,” Jay says after a moment’s silence, and you glance over at him when he huffs out a short chuckle. “That was fun.”

“Not bad at all,” you agree weakly, an irrepressible smile tugging at your lips.

Jay grins. It’s a bright, infectious grin—and it’s one that you’ve already grown rather fond of in the short period of time you’ve known him. It’s a grin that showcases his perfect teeth and crinkles his eyes into crescents, and one that all but forces you to grin back.

“Here, give me your phone,” he says, and you watch as he punches in his number once you hand it over. “Just in case you ever wanna do this again,” he tells you, handing it back. “Don’t be a stranger, princess.”

You glance down at his contact information, saved under the moniker you’d given him and affixed with a short string of emojis. “I won’t,” you tell him, chuckling. “In fact, I just might take you up on the offer.”

-

The screen of your laptop has long since gone dark, and you stretch your arms overhead before waking it again. Rolling your shoulders, you navigate back to the main Netflix menu, hovering over the resume button and watching the trailer loop in the background.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about Jay often. You’ve texted each other quite often since that night in his car—usually when you’re bored and alone and have had a few too many glasses of wine in the evenings. You’ve found yourself tapping on his name instinctively during those odd, ambiguous hours—when late night and early morning meld together and you’re aching for a bit of relief.

And as if he knows you’re thinking about him, your phone buzzes against the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a familiar name.

[11:22pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinkin about u, pretty girl 😘

It’s followed by an image, and your heart rate picks up, thudding loudly against your ribs as you open it.

Fuck.

Your memories of Jay’s face—made all the more hazy by the alcohol and the amount of time elapsed since your first and only meeting—truly don’t do him justice. Though the photograph cuts off just above his nose, you can still admire the sharp angle of his jaw and the fullness of his puckered lips. His skin is golden against the white of his t-shirt, and you lick your lips before thumbing across your screen to respond.

[11:23pm] You: yeah? what else are you thinking about, hmm?

His response is instantaneous.

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinking about that pretty little pussy of yours

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: how good it looked in that pic u sent me tuesday 👅

You barely even notice the way your hand begins trailing down your body, pushing aside the elastic waistband of your sweats. It’s as if you’re on autopilot, as your fingers find their way to the damp spot growing on your panties.

Yeah? you write back with your free hand, already teasing at your clothed folds with the other. Tell me more.

///

It’s an uncharacteristically warm Friday morning when you find yourself in the elevator with Jimin, a good friend of yours who works on one of the lower levels of your office building. “Morning,” he says as he steps in, a large iced coffee in hand despite the fact that it’s still very much the middle of winter. Then he squints, leaning a little closer. “Oh my god. You got laid!”

“Oh my god, not so loud!” you hiss, whacking him on the shoulder and jabbing the button to close the elevator doors. “And no, not exactly. I’ve just been texting Jay.”

“Texting, sure.” Jimin mimes air quotes around the word and rolls his eyes. “You’re sexting him, and we all know it. How many pictures of his dick do you have saved on your phone now?”

“Oh my—” You sigh, trailing off. “Can we not talk about this right now?”

“Right, of course.” Jimin takes a sip of his coffee and pretends to check his watch. “When would you like to talk about it then? Do you need to check your calendar? Can I book an appointment for later this afternoon?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Shut up.”

Jimin just grins, his lips puckered around his straw. “So, how’s Jay? Have you asked for his real name yet?”

You shrug. “What’s the point? It’s not like we’re friends or anything. We’ve literally only met the one time.”

“Yeah, but that’s just because you’re a coward,” Jimin points out. “What’s stopping you from meeting up with him again? You have his number. You have at least one photo of his dick. Ask him out already!”

“It’s not that easy, though,” you sigh. The elevator doors open to let a few more people in, and you move to the side and lower your voice so that only Jimin can hear. “Jay—he’s not exactly boyfriend material. I mean, we fucked in his car the first night we met.”

“So?” Jimin frowns and takes another sip of his iced coffee. “You talk about things besides sex, don’t you? You definitely told him about your goldfish dying, at least. I mean, you told him before you even told me!”

“Yes I did, and he was appropriately sympathetic about Mustache’s passing, unlike some people,” you sniff. “Get over it already, won’t you?”

“Never,” Jimin replies, ignoring your pointed jab. “I’m sure you only told him because you knew you could get a sympathy sext out of it. How many dick pics did you get out of that night, anyway?”

“You’re gross,” you tell him, punching him in the arm. “Not to mention that’s exactly why Jay’s not boyfriend material. He’s perfectly happy with—whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t just ruin that by asking him to get dinner.” You frown, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I don’t want to make this into something that it’s not.”

Jimin hesitates. “Fine, okay. I guess I can understand that.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a pause, as the elevator makes a few more stops. You watch the numbers crawl higher, and know that you’ll soon have to part ways with your friend..

“Hey.” You nudge Jimin with your shoulder, just as the elevator doors close and you begin the ascent to his floor. “Wanna know something interesting?”

Jimin looks up from his phone, where he’s scrolling through Twitter. “Always.”

“My boss’ son is coming to the party tomorrow.”

Jimin’s eyebrows disappear into his ashy blond hair at your revelation. “Kyunghee’s son? Hoseok, or whatever?”

You chuckle. “The one and only. She’s found about a million ways to bring him up in conversation this past week. She thinks we’re a match made in heaven.”

“Wow.” Jimin releases a long breath. “I wonder what he’s like, then.”

You shrug, adjusting the strap of your work tote over your shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

///

The morning of the party, you wake up to an empty refrigerator. Half stale cereal and the last dregs of milk from the carton become your breakfast, and you munch on that as you mull over the contents of your closet. You’re still in your pajamas, but you pull out your comfiest jeans and a sweater to change into after you finish eating. Then you turn to your collection of dresses, rifling through them and mentally debating the merits of each material and color.

You could go in one of two directions tonight. On the one hand, this is still a work party, and as such your attire should probably maintain a certain level of decorum. But on the other, you’re meeting Hoseok Jung for the first time tonight. You aren’t necessarily looking to start anything with the man, of course, but you do want to look good. With that in mind, you eventually settle on a deep red number that you pull out of the very back of your closet, made of a silky material that skims your curves and accentuates your best assets. Laying it on the bed, you begin your hunt for a pair of matching shoes. Twenty minutes of searching and another five of agonizing later, you step into the bathroom, intent on showering and getting on with the rest of your day.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you decide that tackling the state of your refrigerator takes top priority over your other weekend errands. Sitting down at the dining table, you take stock of what you have in your pantry, planning out your meals for the upcoming week and making a list of what you need to purchase in order to make them a reality. It’s just after one in the afternoon when you exit your apartment with a completed grocery list and your purse stuffed full of reusable canvas bags. The store is a short walk from where you live, and you decide to put in your earbuds as your feet navigate the familiar route. The temperature is surprisingly mild for winter, and the sun shines bright from its perch in the cloudless blue sky. It’s perfect weather for a walk, and the fresh air clears your mind and eases your heart.

At the grocery store, you forego the stack of baskets and instead grab a shopping cart. Weaving your way up and down the aisles, you check items off the list on your phone one by one. Eventually, you find yourself in the cereal section, grabbing a box of granola before turning to where your favorite cereal normally sits. It isn’t there, and you turn in a full circle, confused, until your gaze finally lands on the familiar box on the top shelf.

Great.

Sighing, you push up to your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it can reach. Your fingertips graze the shelf, but you can’t quite get a grip on the box itself. Glancing down, you scan the bottommost shelf and wonder if you can step on it to give yourself a boost.

“Need a hand?”

The voice comes from behind you, and a vague sense of familiarity sparks in your brain. Slowly, you turn around, and your entire body freezes when your gaze slides up to the speaker’s face.

“Jay.” The syllable escapes you in a near whisper. “H-hi.”

“Hey.”

Jay stands before you, looking like sin incarnate in a faded denim jacket, black sweatpants slung low on his hips, and not much else. At his throat, his silver necklace sparkles, the silver J pendant glinting beneath the fluorescent lights of the store, and you’re suddenly beyond grateful that you decided to put on a decent sweater before leaving.

“Here,” he says, stepping forward until he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne—sandalwood tinged with sweet citrus. “Let me help you with that.”

The sudden proximity has your breath hitching in your throat. Your heart thuds erratically against your ribs as he reaches around you, the denim flaps of his jacket gaping in a way that exposes even more of his bare chest. By the time he pulls back with your cereal box in hand, you feel almost faint, belatedly realizing that you’d been holding your breath.

“You wanted this, right?” Jay asks, and you aren’t sure if you’re imagining the innuendo underlying his words or the teasing inflection of the syllables.

“Y-yeah, that’s the one,” you manage, fighting to quell the uneven tempo of your heartbeat as you accept the box. “Thanks.”

“Happy to help,” he replies. Then he leans in, close enough that you can feel his warm breath fanning your cheek as he murmurs his next sentence into your ear. “Anything for you, princess. You know that.”

Heat floods across your cheeks. Your heart skips two full beats before taking off into a sprint, and it’s impossible to ignore the way your core begins to thrum, as if anticipating a repeat of that night you first met all those weeks ago. Almost instinctively, your eyes dart up to the ceiling where the security cameras are, and Jay follows the trajectory of your gaze with a low chuckle and a soft brush of your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Sorry, princess. As much as I’d love to get my hands on you, I’m kind of on a time crunch today.”

You can’t stop the wave of disappointment that washes over you, even if you’re in the exact same boat. “Rain check, then?”

“Rain check,” he agrees. Slowly, you reach up to touch the engraved silver pendant resting against his chest, rubbing it between your fingertips before tracing the curve of the J, and he catches your wandering fingers between his and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You know how to reach me,” he murmurs with a mischievous wink. His gaze lingers even after he’s released your hand, and you clear your throat awkwardly before turning to deposit your cereal box into your shopping cart.

The two of you go your separate ways then, exchanging goodbyes. You finish the rest of your grocery shopping in a daze, idly going through the motions at checkout and letting muscle memory guide you back home. Your arms are aching by the time you step past the threshold of your apartment, and you heave your shopping bags up onto the kitchen counter with a relieved sigh before returning to the entryway to toe off your shoes. You throw together a sandwich as you unpack your groceries, taking a big bite as you walk back to your bedroom to look at the dress you’ve picked out. Pacing over to the closet, you double-check your shoe choice. Briefly, you debate whether or not to wear flats instead of heels.

There are still a few hours left before you have to start getting ready, so you take the last of your sandwich back to the kitchen and whip up a smoothie to go with it. You scroll through your phone as you eat, browsing through the latest news headlines and scrolling through your social media accounts. Just before six o’clock, as the sun starts setting beyond the horizon and casting long shadows across your living room, you start getting changed. You snap a photo in the mirror once you’re dressed, pulling up Jimin’s name in your phone and sending it to him.

[6:13pm] You: last chance to come tonight

Your phone buzzes with a response almost immediately.

[6:14pm] Jimin: nah. i’d hate to step on hoseok’s toes.

You laugh. Not so fast, you text back. We don’t even know anything about the guy yet. What if he’s boring? Or sexist?

[6:15pm] Jimin: if u think kyunghee raised a sexist you’re seriously deranged

[6:16pm] Jimin: now stop taking selfies and get your ass out the door! you’re gonna be late!!!!

///

Each year, the holiday party tends to be a little over the top, and this year is no exception. The company has bought out the entirety of a restaurant for the evening, and you glance around in amazement at the twinkling lights and lush evergreen boughs decorating the walls and strung up along the ceiling. An assortment of sparkling ornaments hangs from the massive tree in the far corner, interspersed between silver tinsel and more lights. Grabbing a champagne flute off a passing server’s tray, you head farther into the restaurant, skirting around tables draped in creamy linen and greeting your colleagues and friends.

“Is she alone?”

“Figures.”

The voices come from the direction of the open bar, and somehow, you just know that they’re talking about you. Lottie, Hyejin, and Sandra are clustered in the corner with glasses of wine in hand, casting glances around the restaurant and gossiping about anything and everything with a pulse. You’re sorely tempted to grab the nearest pitcher of water off a table and pour it over their heads, but you suppress the urge and instead head over with a saccharine smile. “So lovely to see you, {Name},” Lottie says as you approach.

“I love your dress,” Sandra adds. “Very slimming.”

“Thanks,” you reply, putting on your brightest, fakest smile. “Yours is great too. How are you and your husband enjoying the party so far?”

Sandra’s face sours, and you hide your smirk in your champagne flute. Maybe it’s petty to bring up her rocky relationship, but you’ve been subject to snide comments from Sandra and her friends for years now and it’s become increasingly hard for you to bite your tongue. A few tables away, you spot Sandra’s husband, Rodney, take an enormous gulp of his whiskey and wince as it burns down his throat.

“We’re all having a wonderful time, aren’t we, ladies?” Lottie cuts in when Sandra takes too long to answer. “Hyejin’s date is over there with Rodney, and my boyfriend is fetching himself a drink. You remember Dev, don’t you?”

You nod, even though it’s a lie. “Sure. Say hi to him for me.”

Lottie’s lips curve up into a smile, her head tilting to the side, and you’re suddenly reminded of a snake rearing its head back for the kill. “So, what about you? Have you brought someone tonight, or—?”

“Hi ladies!” Kyunghee materializes at your side, her lips painted a festive red shade to match her dress. She’s wearing the disingenuous smile that she reserves for the resident gossips of your office, and you try not to let your relief show on your face when Lottie’s attention refocuses on your manager.

“So good to see you, Kyunghee,” she simpers. “Have you been here long?”

“Not as long as you,” your manager replies, nodding at the near-empty wineglass in her hand. “I see we’re already making a dent in the wine supply, and you’re falling behind, {Name}. Why don’t we go remedy that, hmm?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond, grabbing your arm and leading you away. Kyunghee is surprisingly spry for a woman her age, and you follow after her with some difficulty as she marches through the throngs of conversing people, all the way to the line at the open bar.

“I’d like you to meet someone,” she says, gesturing at the man standing at the end of the line with his back to you. “{Name}, this is my son, Hoseok.”

The man turns around at the sound of his name, a warm, affable smile stretched across his face. “Hi, I’m H—” he begins, but he’s cut off by your sharp intake of breath. His eyes go wide, his smile fading as his mouth falls open, and you’re certain you’re wearing an even more dumbfounded expression. “It’s you,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Wh-what… how…” You trail off, speechless. The words flounder and die in your throat as your brain struggles to process this development, and you practically feel the way the gears in your head churn to a stuttering halt.

Because this man standing before you, the one that Kyunghee has just introduced as her son, is none other than Jay. He looks completely and utterly devastating in a navy waistcoat and matching slacks, a green tie shaped like a Christmas tree knotted loosely around the white collar of his shirt. His dark hair is parted, his undercut exposed, and you can’t tear your gaze away from the loose strand that has fallen across his forehead.

“H-hi.”

Jay—Hoseok—swallows. “Hi.”

Kyunghee glances between the two of you, her brows furrowing. “I take it you two already know each other?”

Hoseok’s ears begin taking on a scarlet tinge, the color spreading to his cheeks as he struggles to find his vocabulary again. “I—yeah. Yeah, we’ve met.”

“Right. Do I even want to know how?” she asks dubiously, before shaking her head and huffing out a sigh. “No, forget I asked. I don’t want to know. I’ll just leave you two to… catch up.”

Waving goodbye, Kyunghee disappears back into the crowd of partygoers milling around. Hoseok turns back to you, sucking in a deep breath, and you fight the urge to stare down at your toes as his gaze roves across your face.

“I can’t believe this,” he says, breaking the silence that’s fallen between you at last. “My mom’s been talking about you for months, but I never imagined that it’d be you.”

“You’re telling me,” you reply, finally having recovered your voice. “Kyunghee brings you up all the time, but I never thought… I mean, we didn’t even know each other’s names, and now…” You shrug. “Here we both are.”

“It’s a pretty crazy coincidence, huh?”

“Definitely.”

A beat passes, and then two. You’re fully aware that you’re staring, but you don’t dare blink, afraid that he’ll disappear if you close your eyes. Of all the things that you thought might happen tonight, this particular meeting wasn’t even close to making the list. Never would you have thought that the man you only knew as Jay would turn out to be Kyunghee’s son. Never would you have connected Jay to the photographed little boy in yellow suspenders on Kyunghee’s desk, or realized that they were one and the same.

From behind you, someone loudly clears their throat. Another voice calls for you to get a move on, already, and both you and Hoseok belatedly realize that you are still standing in line for the open bar. Hoseok’s eyes go wide again, and you nearly tread on his toes when you both try to move forward. “After you,” he says with a chuckle, gesturing for you to go in front of him, and that’s enough to break the tension. You step ahead of him with a laugh, catching up to the line, and Hoseok doesn’t stray far as he follows your lead.

“So, what are you drinking?” he asks, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Vodka soda with a twist?”

“Actually, I think I’m going to stick with wine tonight,” you reply, peering at the bottles lined up on the counter. “What about you?”

“Hmm. Jack and coke, I think. Nothing else is really calling my name right now.”

Grabbing your drinks, the two of you begin searching for a place to sit. You spot Kyunghee at a table near the front, and she smiles knowingly and offers you a thumbs-up when she catches your eye. Eventually, you settle on a table near the Christmas tree, the lights glimmering off the glasses and reflecting off your knife as you pick it up to butter a slice of crusty bread from the basket in the center. Hoseok follows your lead, grabbing a piece for himself, and the two of you munch in silence for a few seconds before Hoseok breaks it.

“You know, my mom says you’re the perfect girl for me” he says with a dry little chuckle. “Think she’s right?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. “It’s funny, though—Kyunghee’s been telling me the same thing. She sings your praises all the time.”

Hoseok laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, jeez, that’s kind of embarrassing. I’m glad she’s saying good things, at least.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you tell him, grinning. “She’s only shown us one photo album from your childhood.”

His face crumples. “Was it the Disneyland one?”

You nod, fighting back laughter, and watch as Hoseok groans and lets his forehead meet the linen-covered tabletop with a dull thunk.

“I don’t like rollercoasters,” he mumbles into the tablecloth, his voice muffled by the material. “They make me queasy.”

“Even now?” you ask, and he nods.

“Yep.”

The clinking of a fork against a wineglass—amplified and broadcast through an array of invisible speakers built into the restaurant’s walls—interrupts any further conversation. You twist in your seat to watch your company’s leadership give their opening remarks, listening as they congratulate everyone for a great year and wish you a happy holiday season. The servers begin going out with plates of food, and you thank them as they set yours down. Hoseok does the same before raising his glass in your direction, clearing his throat and offering you a crooked little smile.

“Here’s to second meetings.”

“Third, if you count the store earlier,” you correct, and he chuckles and nods in agreement before clinking his drink against yours.

You spend the entirety of dinner chatting with Hoseok, getting to know him beyond the few facts Kyunghee has mentioned and what little you’ve gleaned from texting him the last two months. He tells you all about his dance studio, Hope World, where he teaches both contemporary dance and the occasional Pilates class. You find out that in addition to rollercoasters, he also dislikes sour foods and raisins, but he loves mint chocolate and sweet and sour pork. He also has a very low tolerance for alcohol—something he tells you as he tilts the rest of his drink into his mouth. “Should I be worried?” you ask as he sets his glass back down, and he chuckles and shakes his head, sending the loose tendril of hair flopping across his forehead.

Dessert is served, and subsequently eaten. The music is turned up, and people slowly begin finding their way to the open space that serves as an impromptu dancefloor. Hoseok rises to his feet and extends a hand toward you, and you only hesitate for the briefest of seconds before accepting it. He leads you out amongst the other swaying couples, his hand finding its way to the curve of your waist, and you rest your hand on his shoulder as he begins guiding you in a slow, simple waltz.

“So?” Hoseok’s voice is a low murmur, soft and gentle against the shell of your ear. “What’s the verdict?”

You blink. “The verdict?”

Even without looking, you can tell that he’s smiling. You can hear it in the lilt of his voice, and imagine it in the curve of his lips. “About me,” he clarifies, carefully pulling back so you can spin in a circle beneath his outstretched arm. “About us. My mom will never let me hear the end of it if she turns out to be right, but I still wanna know. So what are you thinking?”

“Are you asking if I think we’re perfect for each other?” you ask, giggling. “I don’t know if I believe in all that, to be quite honest. Destiny and soulmates—I mean, doesn’t it seem a little too good to be true?”

Hoseok hums. “Maybe. But considering all that’s happened to us in the last couple of months, don’t you think there’s a chance that it's all more than simple coincidence?”

“Maybe,” you concede. “Still, I don’t know if I can give you a verdict just yet. We haven’t even gone on a date.”

“We did do things a little backwards,” Hoseok admits, tugging you close and winding his arm around your waist. “Let me make it up to you, then. Are you free tomorrow?”

“What if I am?” you challenge.

“Then, I’d like to take you out for breakfast,” he replies without missing a beat.

The prospect of a proper meal with Hoseok Jung does something funny to your insides. Still, something makes you hesitate, and you avert your gaze as you search for your next words. “I wasn’t expecting to end tonight with a date,” you admit slowly. “I honestly didn’t even think you were interested in… well, anything beyond sex, to be honest.”

Hoseok’s face creases into a frown, and you look up again when he murmurs your name. “I understand why you would think that,” he says. “Really, I do. But honestly? I had every intention of texting you and asking you out properly. I was going to play it cool and wait a few days, which was stupid in retrospect. And then you texted me first.”

“I texted y—” You trail off. “Oh, god.”

“It seemed like you’d been drinking,” Hoseok says with a shrug, and you press a finger to his lips before he can say anything more. You remember the night in question, and you remember the bottle of wine you’d consumed. And you definitely remember the photographs you’d sent of yourself, and the ones Hoseok had been kind enough to send in return.

“Wait, so you were going to ask me out? And then I… I sexted you?”

Hoseok nods, and you groan and bury your face into his chest.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter, and you feel laughter rumble through his chest before a hand comes up to stroke along your back.

“Believe me, I’m not complaining,” he assures you. “But I’d still really like to take you out, so what do you say?”

His gaze doesn’t leave yours for a second as he awaits your answer, and your heart skips a beat when you look up to see the earnestness in his eyes and the hesitant smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Breakfast sounds wonderful,” you whisper, and the smile that blossoms on your companion’s face is nothing short of radiant.

“Good,” he says. “Great. Breakfast tomorrow, then. Now, can I kiss you?”

You’re already pushing up to your tiptoes, your fingers fisting in the soft hair at his nape. “God, yes.”

///

“Hey, you made it!”

You beam. “Hi.”

You and Hoseok are about to commence your first date, having just sat down at a cozy little café for breakfast. Hoseok has pulled your chair out in true gentlemanly fashion, and you can’t help but smile over your menu at the few lingering snowflakes that have yet to melt into his dark hair.

“So, here we are,” you remark. “Our fourth meeting.”

Hoseok’s lips stretch into his signature grin, breathtakingly bright and infectious. “And hopefully many more.”

You grin at him. “Yeah? Too bad this is breakfast, because I’d drink to that.”

He leans forward, his grin widening. “Next time,” he says as his hand finds its way around yours, his fingers slotting comfortably into the spaces between your own. “We can do dinner, maybe. Or I can cook for you. But for now, I’m just happy that we’re finally doing this.”

You give his hand a soft squeeze. “Me too.”

“Just promise me one thing?”

The sudden seriousness of his tone has your brow furrowing in concern. “Sure, of course,” you reassure. “What is it?”

He winces. “Please don’t tell my mom about all the dick pics.”

[utakoi]

Office Yandere HCs

Pairings: Assistant!Izuku Midoriya, Investor!Shoto Todoroki, Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso x Boss!Fem!reader

Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to be the boss of some office yanderes and basically have a harem? Well, look no further, cause here it is!

Warnings: smut !!18+ ONLY!! (spunking in food + masturbation + dirty thoughts + oral), yandere themes (noncon)

A/N: Bc my brain kept me up at night with this concept and has made it’s final decision on turning a one shot I was in the middle of writing into a series, I decided to write some messy hcs to take a lil breather from long works (evn tho this is kinda long already). Also, if you think this is the last you’ll hear about office yanderes, no no no, I have some other thoughts for other characters

Assistant!Midoriya Izuku

He is over the moon to hold a position that’s the closest to you

Out of your entire yandere office harem, he gets to spend the most time with you

He also definitely has an advantage since he practically schedules your entire day

For example, Shoto constantly tries to schedule one-on-one meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business, but Izuku cock blocks him by filling your day with a bunch of other events in order to make the meetings as short as possible, and sometimes, even cuts them out completely

He doesn’t like doing it often tho since he knows you can get too stressed with too much going on so he reluctantly has to give away some time for you to meet with the other yanderes (he’s still kind of a sweet and considerate bby as a yandere)

Will not give you personal space

Stands close to you during meetings, constantly visits your office to work (even tho his personal office is right next to yours), etc etc

Even if you don’t ask him to, he will fetch your meals and give you snacks throughout the day because he wants to take care of you and show how sweet he is (also because he wants you to imagine how good of a boyfriend he’d be if you just gave him a chance)

Now let’s get to the part that just popped up into my mind and inspired this entire post: if he can hide his cum somewhere in your food, he will do it

That coffee he gave you that tasted a little salty? Izuku spunked inside it.

The sandwich he bought that seemed to have more mayo than usual? He spunked in that, too

Whatever you think doesn’t taste right, it’s definitely because of Izuku

// // // // //

Izuku is thankful for his job because of two specific things: he gets to interact with you for most of the day and his office has a built in personal bathroom.

If he were to be forced to use the regular employee restroom, his lewd acts would have been exposed immediately by anyone who happened to walk in; he was never the best at holding his moans and grunts while jacking himself off after all.

In the privacy of his own bathroom, he could be as loud as he wants with both his breathy, pleasure-ridden voice and the slick sounds of him stroking his lube-covered cock. In fact, he’s even trying to be as loud as possible. 

Since your office is right next to his, there’s a small chance that you may be able to hear him through the walls. He can visualize you entering his office, concern decorating your features, wondering what he could possibly be doing to make such noises. If you were to open his bathroom door, you’d be met by the sight of Izuku sitting on the lid of the toilet, his hand vigorously pumping up and down his shaft. 

And he wouldn’t stop.

He’d just keep going, all the while staring at you right in the eye. He wonders what you’d do then. Would you just stay frozen at your spot, being unable to take your eyes off of him? Or maybe you’d get on your knees, completely turned on and ready to have a taste of his cum? What if you were actually more dominant than he thought and you’d just dig your heels into his dick, punishing him for slacking off his job by not letting him find release?

Fuck, any of those scenarios would be fine by him. 

Unfortunately, as he gets close to reaching his peak, you don’t come into his office at all. That’s alright, though.

He’ll just settle with spunking into your coffee, for now.

Investor!Shoto Todoroki

Needs your attention

Like I said earlier, Shoto will keep trying to schedule meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business 

really, he just wants to spend time with you

During the meetings, he will also try to convince you to fire Izuku so that he can get rid of who he deems as someone deliberately keeping the two of you apart (which, for once, is a pretty spot on theory from Shoto)

Will try to spoil you with gifts and make excuses or pass it off as a casual thing so you don’t reject it or deem it as inappropriate for a workplace relationship

The beautiful bouquet of flowers? He was buying flowers for his mother on the way over and  the flower shop had a 2 for 1 deal so why not?

These gourmet chocolates? A fellow business partner of his gave him a box as thanks for his investment. Unfortunately, he’s allergic to one of the ingredients, but it would just be a waste to throw them out, no?

This exquisite diamond necklace? weLL-

You get the point (also, these gifts are definitely inspired by romance movies he saw his sister watching while growing up cuz oof he did not know any means of romance until he met you)

He aims to schedule his meetings with you around lunch time so that he has an excuse to treat you for lunch

He loves providing for you AKA he loves providing for you and showing off how he has the means to take care of you (much like Izuku)

If you were to become his wife, you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life

You can just stay at home and relax

Maybe you can even cook him breakfast and pack lunch for him before he works

That’s basically his dream

He wants you to stay home, waiting for your sweet husband to come back from work

Basically, he’ll take care of your every need, and he means EVERY need

// // // // //

It’s one of those nights again.

Shoto can’t sleep because he’s plagued by thoughts of you. Today, you weren’t able to meet him for lunch because you already had a flood of other appointments to attend (he was willing to bet his entire fortune that it’s because of your stupid assistant’s scheduling that you weren’t able to make it). 

So, needless to say, he was pent up. He can only hop that you fall in love with him sooner. Did his charms just not work on you? Do you not like the cool stoic type? Maybe he just wasn’t giving you the right gifts. Were they not expensive enough to impress you? Not expensive enough to show he could provide for you?

He knows he can take care of you so well. You would never have to work another day in your life. You can just stay home, surrounded by luxurious gifts and servants who’ll be at your beck and call while you wait for his return. 

And once he actually did come home after a long day of work? You’d be bathed in affection. Kisses, hugs, cuddles... and more.

You’d want him just as much as he wants you, right? 

His poor wife, lonely and deprived of the one person she loves for such long hours. He’s got to show that he’s sorry for neglecting you. 

Pushing you down onto the bed, he’d run his hands all over your body, massaging your shoulders, pinching your hardening nipples, brushing over your sensitive thighs... And since he’s also quite needy, he’d be grinding down his still-clothed cock on your pussy, showing off that he’s missed you, too.

Shoto doesn’t even think he’d have the patience to take off your clothes. He’d just keep dry humping you, desperate for his own release. The thin cloth preventing the both of you from making actual skin-on-skin contact would make such great friction. He can practically feel it now.

... And yup, the feeling was definitely not just from his imagination. Without even needing to glance down, Shoto already knows that his thoughts of you has caused him to pop a boner. 

Hopefully, a quick jerk off session can tire him out enough to fall asleep, but with how much his hard cock throbbed, he doubted it.

Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso

2nd most envied out of your office harem for his job (he’s right next to Izuku)

Why? Well 1 - he gets one on one time with you daily and 2 - that one on one time is him and you in an enclosed space

Sure, he may not get as much time with you as the others, but he sure makes the best use of it

He’ll be chatting you up, getting to know you personally in order to make the atmosphere less awkward between the two of you (tbh, because he gives off standoffish and cold vibes, y’all are gonna be kinda tense when he’s just gotten his job as a chauffeur)

and he does it so discreetly

He’ll start the conversation of lightly, talking about the weather, how busy you’re going to be that day...

and then somehow it just transitions onto friendlier and more personal topics such as your favorite places to eat, what hobbies you’ve been trying out lately, etc

And he uses that info to his advantage

If he senses that you’re feeling stressed or down, he will drive you over to your favorite places and remind you that you should relax

But not only does he get brownie points for that, but would you really be so mean as to make him wait for you while you eat a meal or walk around the mall when he’s the one who’s trying so hard to cheer you up?

Of course not, you’re going to invite him and thank him for considering how you’re feeling

And if not, well, that’s okay, too, he understands (so long as he gets his brownie points)

As the boss of your own company, you’d often be asked out to meetings or social gatherings that involve drinking

Shinso’s always there whenever you get shit faced, and happily so

You’re drunk and you’re not gonna remember it the next morning, anyway... so why would he waste such a golden opportunity?

// // // // //

Shit, you feel great on his body.

Currently, Shinso is living out one of the best moments of his life. He’d come to pick you up from a drinking session with some investors and was ecstatic to find you drunk out of your mind. Hell, you could barely even slur out your orders for him to drive you home. Now, you’re pressed up against him as he holds you up and guides you to the car. 

Testing out the waters, he cheekily squeezes the flesh of your ass. If you were conscious enough to reprimand him for it, then he could easily just apologize and pass it off as an accident since you were stumbling around so much. 

And if you didn’t mention anything... well then, that was the single indicator he needed to know that you wouldn’t remember anything once you woke up in the morning. 

To his delight, you barely reacted to his touch and even let out a high-pitched giggle at his actions. As quickly as he possibly could, he opens up the back of the limousine and pushes you inside. You plop down onto the seat with a huff, completely inebriated. 

You don’t even register when Shinso crawls in and nudges himself in between your legs. 

When the door slams shut, you flinch a little, prompting Shinso to massage your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. He gazes at you lovingly as you look down at him with your dilated pupils. Fuck, you look way too innocent and adorable for what he’s about to do. 

Quick with his hands, he pulls down your waistband and completely exposes your sex. Before diving into his meal, he places light kisses that trail from your calf all the way up to your thighs. He wishes he could leave marks on your skin, but he wouldn’t want you to panic the next morning when you see clusters of purple and blue spread out all over your legs. 

He eats you out like a man starved, slobbering all over your pussy. All the while, you’re making such cute noises for him. When you gush all over his face, he’s happily lapping it all up, trying not to waste a single drop. 

Once you’ve come down, he dresses you back up as if nothing happened, which, in your mind tomorrow, nothing did. 

Shinso hesitates when he’s about to slide the panties back onto you. Maybe he could get away with just a little souvenir?

[basileansoul]

PICK A ROOM and learn how to further deepen your personal connections

Haiyo~! This is my first pick a pile reading so please go easy on me >< though, I am completely open to feedbacks and such ^^

So how this goes, pick which room you’re drawn to the most and scroll to your pile number :>

I’ve basically asked questions such as how do you connect with people? How do your connections typically start out? What helps you keep a connection? What steers you from a connection? Course of action to take in order to deepen a connection, and what to keep in mind.

Enjoy ^^

Pile 1

- Still by Jeff bernat

- Physical touch + quality time, words of affirmation

- Anxious feeling throughout reading (had to really calm myself down)

- The hierophant, reversed judgement, the devil, reversed 6 of cups, the hanged man, queen of wands

- You may tend to gravitate towards people who know what they want and what they’re doing (or seems like they do)

- You might like being provided structure

- You may like a routine

- You’ve made more or maybe even better connections in an educational or workplace environment

- You may have troubles leaving a connection that doesn’t do you good

- May keep a toxic connection for the sake of constancy and consistency

- You may have, for the lack of a better word, a poor judge of character

- May be stubborn yet anxious

- Possible tropical Gemini and/or Vedic Taurus placements

- “I’ll take whoever’s around”

- “It’s whatever” mindset due to anxiety, but may cause more anxiety soon after

- You may not like codependency or when people have too much going on

- You may need to let loose

- Start letting change happen without going “it’s whatever”

- Adapt to change rather than just let life grab you by the dick and swing you around

- Try taking small risks in unrelated or related (your choice) matters

- For example:

- You typically wear a certain style? Change it up a bit and wear something you usually don’t

- Whether you’re a listener or a talker, try doing the opposite

- If you have trouble saying sorry, just YOLO, fuck your ego for a bit, and apologize

- Applies to the struggle of saying no as well

- Cut down your anxiety by only focusing your energy on what’s needed

- If you’re worried about the things unneeded, just repeat, “It’s for me, and what I believe is best for me. What stays stays, what leaves leaves. It will serve me well in the long run”

- In simpler words, to form a deeper connection, be more open

- “Ego is overrated, let vulnerability flow through”

- This change will (maybe) drastically impact your life for the better

Pile 2

- Boyfriend material, and dinner in bed by Gareth.T

- Words of affirmation + acts of service

- Slight joy, simple contentment

- Reversed knight of pentacles, 3 of pentacles, tower, queen of pentacles, the fool, 1 of cups (6 of cups)

- You tend to start out connections through helping them

- “I helped this person and now I’m accidentally friends with them” comical sort of energy

- The more you feel useful, the more you get attached

- Enjoys taking the leadership role when it calls for it

- Words hurt you more

- When someone is verbally unappreciative, you tend to avoid that connection

- You may be very straightforward or just always straight to the point

- Despite being helpful, you may not display much of your feelings

- You may have the tendency to give more than you take

- You may need to let people in in that cold heart of yours

- You can do so by learning to trust people

- Let people listen to you, help you and understand you

- Maybe start with people close to you or possibly people who are open-minded and light-hearted

- Most of you may already be on this process and just need confirmation that you’re on the right path

- Tarot doesn’t determine that, but as of right now, your current energy leads to nothing but roads of abundance and contentment

- Similar to pile 1, though, this pile is more emotionally detached or stone faced

Pile 3

- dear moon by moon tang, only in dreams by weezer

- Have it been hard lately?

- Have you stopped to check on yourself?

- Reversed 10 of wands, reversed queen of wands, reversed page of pentacles, reversed star, 2 of swords, 10 of swords

- Don’t you think you doubt yourself too much?

- Before you think about others, you may need to do some shadow work

- Throughout the reading, I kept getting distracted by the slightest of things, could you be avoiding something and distracting yourself with multiple things?

- You tend to find people when you’re at your lowest or connections come when you’re in need of help (you are like the other end of pile 2’s way of connection)

- When you carry too much, people “introduce” themselves as a potential pillar in your support system

- Have I worded that too harshly?

- Those who are confident attract you

- You may better enjoy the company of those with higher status or skill level as you are

- Those that are like mentors

- On the other hand, you may not like people similar to you or are constantly unsure

- Keep in mind, confidence is an illusion

- Those confident may be the most unsure people on this universe

- Don’t let them deter you from getting closer

- Do you have the tendency to idealize people then get disappointed?

- You may need to be more rational in these connections and try to see a person who they really are

- You may need to actually get the know the person rather than put them on a pedestal that they’re this teacher of yours that rarely makes mistakes

- They’re so much more even if them being a teacher to you means a lot

- Take time for yourself

- Step back and assess yourself

- Reflect

- Try to gain self awareness

- When you find yourself idealizing or glorifying a person, stop yourself and tell yourself that everyone is in need of healing

- Everyone makes mistakes because if not, they’re either lying straight to your face or they’re smart enough to hide it well

- The future is bright

- This is a lesson you must do alone

- No one knows you better than you

- In order to deepen your personal connections, first deepen the connection you have with yourself

Pile 4

- (Only) about live demo by grentperez and time goes “bye” by jex nwalor

- quickest pulls I’ve ever done

- You may be fast-paced, a very busy person or quite spontaneous

- The lovers, reversed 9 of swords, death, 4 of swords, 5 of cups, page of pentacles

- You tend to make or “seal” connections when you’re at your happiest or enjoying yourself

- Some of you may be the one to reach out to these connections

- Some of you may prefer being reached out to

- Very vague, but I struggle to get a read

- Do you guys even have time to get to know people? Or don’t show much of yourself and keep up a facade?

- You may either wait for connections to fade, get turned off by people who truly discover who you are or try to change you (e.g. get you out of your comfort zone)

- Maybe you need to relax and let people see you

- Possible Saturnian (Capricorn and Aquarius) or fire placements

- “Time doesn’t run anywhere, it is linear and takes its time to get to the next hour”

- Not fully sure what it means, but I assume take your time and slow down

- The world isn’t chasing you or dawning in on you

- Its still here, you’re still here in a constant space

- Do you daydream a lot?

- Maybe you need to snap back to reality

- Live in the present, in the moment

- Have you tried mindfulness? It may be just the thing for you

- Woah, a salesman reference

- If you mourn time lost and accumulate regrets from missing out, maybe it’s time to change that

- As previously stated, live in the moment, relax and enjoy

- Maybe then you’ll further deepen connections with people

- Try not to backtrack on things too often

- OH maybe go on hikes, road trips, or just be outdoors

- Nature may help put you in a state of clarity and oneness with the present

- REMEMBER: the present is in front of you, don’t chase after what’s past or what hasn’t happened yet

Pile 5

- Split by NIKI, friendzone by UMI, you’ll be alright by milky day

- Reversed queen of wands, reversed 8 of cups, reversed 6 of wands, queen of swords, death, 8 of wands (knight of wands)

- A carefree spirit, eh?

- I enjoyed doing this reading maybe because of the music or maybe due to your energy

- Very sweet and kind or more so charming

- I am usually quite the clouded person, but I felt light

- Though, under that, you’re quite insecure, huh?

- Do you feel like you have to live up to something?

- Do you feel the need to meet expectations?

- Or do you tend to connect with people who makes you feel that way

- But somehow you stay, why?

- Perhaps, you see good in everyone?

- Oh. The energy kind of shifted

- I’m not sure whether to say this, but all balls, yolo

- It’s my first pick a pile, anyway, I can learn and grow through my wrongs

- When people say “this person’s not doing you good” do you stay still? Fully knowing they’re right? Do you think you can change people?

- I don’t think the people you stay with are toxic, just maybe weighing you down in some way

- I feel a martyr, saviour, white knight like complex

- Some of you may have said complexes or some of you may truly be good

- I’ll let you determine which one you are

- Either way, what deters you from a connection is when people start using you

- When the connection’s no longer genuine, you think, “this sucks lol”

- Or when they don’t display any signs of change or don’t seem to be as influenced by you as much as you’d like them to be

- Please keep a clear mind

- Maybe you don’t communicate as well and tend to work on your own?

- Communication is key for any connection

- Be honest to others, but most importantly, yourselves

- You can’t please or save everyone

- I believe this pile is quite mature, some may just be a bit noncommittal, perhaps?

- Maybe you need a change, though?

- Be on the receiving end of your act

- Let people handle themselves and learn on their own

- Or maybe you’re already satisfied with the way you are and just need to communicate better

- Communication is a deal you make yourself, you just got to speak, which is easier said than done

- That’s why you YOLO it

- I apologize for the lack of advice, this pile had my brain dancing on the center stage

- Woah, this was all over the place, eh?

- This pile took longer than the rest, I may have enjoyed your guys’ energy a bit too much and lost sight of the purpose of the reading

Hope you guys enjoyed the reading >< my asks are open so feel free to give feedback or ask any questions :>

[cherryatiny]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐒/𝐎 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑦

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Y/N pass me the bottle.”

Said the stern voice of your best friend Hongjoong, you were at a bar, with your other friends, celebrating Hongjoong's career success.

He finally got the chance to join a musical company and fulfil his dream of becoming an artist and a song producer.

Seeing your best friend happy that his dreams came true made you sincerely happy of course, but a small part of you was kinda sad about that.

Hongjoong has been your crush since you two were kids and now, that he is going to become a well-known artist, he'll for sure find some hot idol-model girlfriend and your love will go in the drain.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your blood, maybe the pent up rage and courage that made you confess.

„I have a confession to make... I-i love you Kim Hongjoong.”

Everyone looked up at you in disbelief, it was until you felt your stomach tightening from embarrassment, urging you to vomit, running out of the room to a restroom to push it out, without knowing Hongjoong was following you.

As he saw you scrunched and hugging the toilet he came to you, to hold your hair from falling into your face.

„I may like you too, but that's something we'll talk about once you are sober."

⩥ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

„Oh, come on, it would be fun, trust me.” Bullshit.

Going out with your best friend Seonghwa and his crush "to support him" was never a good idea.

Not only did you have to observe the cringiness of Seonghwa's love blind actions, but also see his crush treating him so poorly since she clearly did not have any interest in him.

As the movie ended and it was time for you to go home, you stood in front of the cinema with Seonghwa as he bid goodbye to the girl.

„Bye, be careful on your way home and have sweet dreams, I hope we could go out on another date soon.”

„Ah yeah, sure, bye."

You sighed softly, how could he not see the disinterest. As he turned to you, to thank you for helping him overcome this evening, your words stopped him before he could even start.

„Seonghwa, please stop hurting yourself by loving someone who's clearly not interested, when I've been showing you affection and interest for two years."

„What? Yo-you like me?”

As you realised what you've just said, earlobes and cheeks turning red from the embarrassment.

„I mean... kind of.”

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

„Y/N, I'm waiting outside the house, come on, let's go.” said Yunho over a phonecall.

You were celebrating the end of the semester with your classmates, and since you've had some drinks in you and despite that, you didn't know how to drive, you had to call your friend and deep-down also crush Yunho either way.

Rushing out to finally see your crush, you were met with the breath-taking sight of Yunho leaning to his car, one hand scrolling through his phone, the second one chilling in his pockets.

„Yuyu, my love, you’re here.”

„Gosh, Y/N you’re so drunk, I’m glad you called me and didn’t try to go home on your own. I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened.“

„But nothing happened since I called that handsome guy I love.“

Yunho shook his head at your drunk talk, were you talking about him? Not knowing the sincerity of your words, but in the depth of his soul, he hoped the words that came out of your mouth were true...

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

„Happy Birthday dear Mr. Kang, happy birthday to you.“

Handclap noisier than the song of celebration for your boss, Kang Yeosang.

Although being a CEO, he was really warm-hearted and kind, not like the basic CEO type who’s cold and arrogant.

Being his secretary helped you to get to know him better over the years, but also made you grow feelings for him. You sometimes just zoned out and stared at his handsome face for hours, just like now.

„Y/N, can you please follow me to my office, I need to talk to you.“

You had no idea what Yeosang wanted to talk about, feeling only one emotion. Fear. Did he find out you like him? Did you do something wrong? Is he going to fire you? As he closed the door after you two, you couldn’t even look him in the eye, rather observing your high-heels.

„Y/N, what’s with you these days? You seem... different. Your mood’s been down lately, you’re impercipient. You know you can tell me anything, i want my most important employee to be happy.“

Employee. That’s all you were.

„I know you’re probably gonna get mad and I fully understand, feel free to fire me, but truth to be told, over the years I’ve been working for you, I grew feelings and I just can’t get over it... I-I love you, Mr. Kang.“

Yeosang’s face went pale, absorbing the words you’ve just said, mind going blank from the sudden confession.

„I don’t know what to say, Y/N. I mean... you’re a nice, young, hardworking girl, but.. I-I might need a few days to let it sink and think it over.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

San's hips moved to the rhythm of the music, his hands on the waist of some random girl, their sensual dancing just irritating you.

It wasn't like you and San were dating or anything, but you still couldn't stand the thought of him being with anyone else. An annoyed groan coming out of your mouth as you picked your glass and took a shot to drink away those thoughts. San taking the girl by her hand and coming your way.

„Hey Y/N I just wanted to say goodbye, since I’m leaving with Sora to my place, if you need anything you can call, but I don’t think I’ll be able to pick up, since my hands will have other work to do, so rather try Seonghwa.“

„Yeah, I thought so, just don’t forget to wear a condom when you get your dick wet, cuz it looks like you’ll end up with STD.“ you responded, rolling your eyes at him.

„Why are you so rude and foul today, are you jealous because I get some pussy and you’re left with no dick because no one wants to approach you since you’re so mean? Get your act together and we can talk tomorrow.“

„No San, you want to know why am I so cheeky? It’s because I have to watch the man I love fuck around with a random hooker. Go enjoy your dick appointment now, you must be busy.“ Without thinking of it any more, you left him there, your aura for sure full of pure rage.

⩥ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠

„Ew fuck no, Yeosang that’s nasty, I wish I could go back in time to five minutes ago when I didn’t hear this confession“ laughed Wooyoung at Yeosang’s confession in the game truth or dare.

Wooyoung took the bottle from Jongho’s hand, ready to spin the bottle and let it pick another victim of his stupid asks and dares. Spinning the bottle, it landed on you. Wooyoung's eyes already glistening from the excitement of daring or asking you something.

„So, Y/N, truth or dare?”

„Dare” a playful smirk finding its place on Wooyoung's face

„I dare you to kiss the person in this room, you have feelings for.”

You immediately started to regret telling him, that you like Mingi, the look in your eyes scolding him.

„Okay, but you all have to close your eyes.”

The 8 boys and your other 3 girl friends closed their eyes, as you hesitantly got up, making your way to Mingi, your crush of 5 months. Sitting on the ground next to him, your fingers landed on his jaw as your lips met his. Mingi’s eyes shot open as all your friends started applauding at your confession.

„I-I think i have feelings for you too Y/N...“

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

You were currently in the changing room, packing your belongings, to take from your workplace. You decided to leave your job as a makeup artist and stylist for the group ATEEZ. The reason was the fact that you liked one of the members and didn’t want to cause any problems to the groups, you knew it was inappropriate to like him, but it was irresistible.

You attached feelings for Wooyoung when you first started to work with them. All eight boys were absolutely amazing, but Wooyoung was just... different. He sparked a flame of interest in you, his personality, his talent, his looks, all those drew you to Wooyoung.

As you cleaned all your makeup brushes, the door to the changing room opened, as the figure of the aforementioned boy stood there.

„What are you doing Y/N? Why are you packing your things, are you going somewhere?“

„I’m leaving, Wooyoung.“

„What, why?“

„That is none of your concers.“

„It is, you’re my stylist, but more importantly, you’re my friend.“

„Yeah, that’s the problem Wooyoung, I’m your stylist - your colleague, that’s why I have to leave.“  

„Why would you have to leave because you’re my stylist, what ar-“

„Because I like you Wooyoung, okay?! That’s why I can’t keep on working with you and mix my feelings into my job, it’s inappropriate, now if you excuse me, I’m leaving.“

The boy stood there as a column, without any movement. Should he go after you, accept your feelings and then you’ll keep on working with him and being his friend, or should he stay there and not go after you? Either way, it was already too late...

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

„So, what’s new in your life, Y/N? We haven’t seen each other for a long time because of our busy schedules.“ Jongho said as he sipped on his boba tea.

„Well, not that much happened in my life. You know how it is, a lot of work and stress, and lesser free time and sleep. I’ve bought a new notebook since my old one broke down and uhm... yeah well... I’ve been catching feelings for this boy lately.“

„Wow, really? I’m so happy for you Y/N, tell me more about it, I need to know what kind of a boy owns my bestie’s heart.“

„Well, he’s a really talented singer, he’s kind and funny, he’s more of an athletic type, hmm... and he’s really really strong. But he’s for real one of the nicest and best persons I’ve ever met, I like him, but I don’t know whether to tell him, because I'm not certain of his feelings...“

„Wow, he seems to be a nice guy, but don’t be blinded by your feelings, if he doesn’t like you, let it be, I don’t want you to get hurt, because of some stupid boy who won’t acknowledge the feelings such a beautiful and amazing woman like you has for him. Anyway, do I know him or who is he? I’m like really really curious right now.“

„It’s you Jongho.. you’re the boy i like.“