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cinnahoons · 28 days ago

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✶ 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗦 𝗜𝗡 ── 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀

SYNOPSIS. with heeseung in your bed and a bali vacation for the books, it’s hard to remember why you ever set an alarm.

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem! reader

WORD COUNT. 3.5k

GENRES. smut (18+, mdni), established relationship, morning sex, fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (naughty), fluff, sleepy hee, reader never gets her smoothie lets kill the man, MY REAL ENHA SMUT TAG DEBUT HELLO

WARNINGS. profanity, explicit sexual content

AUTHOR'S NOTE. so this is officially my first time posting real #actual smut dun dun dun if its terrible dont tell me. glaze me. I BEG!!! i had a time writing this and long live soft dom hee <3 ⊹ BOOKSHELF

"WE'RE GONNA MISS BREAKFAST, BABY."

Heeseung doesn’t even flinch. Instead, his arm tightens around your waist, dragging your half-bare body further against him as he mumbles something incomprehensible into the crook of your neck. His voice is warm and sticky, half-melted by sleep and the balinese heat already creeping in through the slatted windows sitting just off to the side of your bed.

You sigh into his hair, the soft smell of his shampoo bathing your face in familiarity, your fingers tangled in the woven edge of the hotel blanket. One of your legs is thrown over his in a way that speaks more to your restless nighttime habits than to your desire to be close to your boyfriend. Not that the latter is any less appreciated; his warmth, his scent, it’s all achingly sweet. Especially now that the two of you have been traveling together for the last couple of weeks. His face has become the one constant in your life.

“It ends in thirty minutes,” you add, tracing circles on the bare skin of his back. “I want one of those smoothies with the flowers in it.”

A crinkle forms between his brows, and he lifts his head slightly, eyelids still heavy.

“You hate plants in your drinks.”

You snort. If there’s anything Heeseung can claim, it’s that he’s uniquely talented in sniffing straight through your bullshit. Granted, it can be a little disconcerting to be the only one of your friend group who can’t get away with a little white lie to her boyfriend here and there, but you suppose you’d rather this than a man who’s much too aloof.

Heeseung stretches beneath you, his broad palms warm against the skin of your stomach. He’s shirtless, and tanned, and still wearing the shell necklace you’d bought him from a tourist stall two days ago. It had, unfortunately, cost you a day’s lunch and the last withering morsels of your dignity, but at least it has Heeseung looking like every sexy, picturesque summer boyfriend dream you’ve ever had. Except he’s real. And pouting.

“Come on,” you coax, brushing his bangs off his forehead gingerly. “Up. Before I leave you for a banana pancake. Or a stranger with a moped.”

It’s as much a joke as it isn’t. The joke being that you’d leave willingly; but you and Heeseung both know that the possibility of you being snatched off the sidewalk and stuffed into a fruit cart by the various men who continue to whistle at you despite his valiant attempts to shoo them off—I’m literally right here—is shockingly real.

He doesn’t move, though. Barely rolls his eyes, even. He’s in that sweet, sleepy morning-haze he always wakes up in, halfway between fluttering lashes and the watery rising run. He smiles, tilting his head back, his eyes crinkling.

“What if I kiss you instead?”

It’s tempting. His voice is low, that same syrupy, rough quality to it that’s replayed over and over in your dreams. His fingers work gently over the skin of your hips, teasing. You’re not sure if any of it is intentional—if he’s trying to send a rush up to your head, to leave you dizzy and disoriented. But it’s working.

“That would be a distraction,” you mutter, and it’s probably visibly obvious how much he’s affecting you. Heeseung only grins.

Forget probably. It’s definitely obvious.

“You’re easily distracted.”

And he proves his point (really, truly drives it home) by leaning up to press a soft, slow kiss beneath your jaw, where the skin is warm and sensitive. You sigh into it despite yourself, and if the brush of his smile against your neck is anything to go by, he’s noticed. He goes for another right under your ear. Each press of his lips sends a shiver down your spine, which is unfair, really. He’s all lazy and persistent, his mouth brushing yours before you even realize your eyes have fluttered shut.

“Heeseung,” you warn, breath hitching slightly, but your voice is void of any and all conviction. “This isn’t going to get us breakfast.”

He pulls away just enough to whisper conspiratorially.

“We can order room service.”

You push against his shoulder softly, scoffing. It’s firm to the touch, a plane of sinewy muscle that you’re trying very hard to ignore. You’re scolding him, after all.

“We’re not rich.”

“We’re in Bali."

You snort, reaching a hand up to card through his hair.

“That's not a counterpoint, Heeseung.”

But he’s already rolling you onto your back, shifting to hover over you with the gentlest grin playing on his lips. Light filters in behind him; a soft, yellowed halo glowing dimly off his honeyed skin. His necklace swings slightly, your breath catching.

“Fine,” you whisper. It’s hard to say no when you have him like this—pupils blown wide, eyes rich and brown like wet soil; like cocoa. His bangs fall over his forehead, brushing over the thick set of his brows tenderly.

“Fine?”

“Ten minutes. Then we go.”

He hums in agreement, dipping back down to kiss your collarbone like it’s routine. And it is, by now—his hands skimming your sides, your fingers ghosting over the nape of his neck, your legs tangled together under gauzy sheets as the world outside your room glows gold. He pulls you closer, the strap of your sleeping shirt slipping off your shoulder, thin and fairly unnecessary in your current state anyhow.

Heeseung kisses you like you’re water and he’s awoken to a world of rough, arid sand. It’s as sweet and languid as it is desperate, like he’s been dreaming about this. And maybe he has. You feel something hard against your leg, his boxers pressing against the skin of your thighs as he kisses you softly. It’s too much—you can only whimper quietly against his lips, insistent as you wrap your legs around him, pressing his warmth against your body.

He groans quietly, lingering too long in a way that makes you feel like your skin might catch fire under the weight of his mouth. His lips part just enough to drag, soft and deliberate, and you inhale sharply, the sound threading straight through the tension stretched thin between your bodies.

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes lazily tracing your face as his thumb smooths over your hip. There’s a smile at the corner of his mouth, curved with amusement.

“Still want that smoothie?”

You shake your head once, slow. It’s not even a decision anymore. Hasn’t been, not since the moment he touched you. You curl a hand around the back of his neck instead, urging him down again, and he obliges easily, his teeth grazing your throat before sucking lightly just below your jawline. The contact is hot and wet, just this side of sinful.

Your back arches into it.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Mmm.” He doesn’t sound particularly offended, a smiling lacing his words. “You keep letting me get away with it.”

His hand slips lower, sneaky, warm fingers slipping under the edge of your shorts, brushing the soft skin at your hipbone with maddening gentleness. His eyes flick to yours, watching. You make no move to stop him. You wouldn’t, and you can’t. You’re boneless, completely paralyzed by the sight of him like this; innocent and broad and gorgeous, his hair still messy from sleep, eyes soft and glazed over by desire. Fuck breakfast, frankly.

“You’re wet,” Heeseung says, like it’s a fact he’s still trying to process. “Already?”

You hum, half a whimper. “Told you it was a distraction.”

He huffs a quiet laugh at the state of you, something amused and disbelieving, and dips his head again. Not to your lips this time—he’s pushed the delicate fabric of your shirt up, mouthing lazily at your chest, his tongue flattening over the swell of one breast while his fingers move slowly to position themselves between your legs. It’s torturous, how unhurried he is. How much he seems to enjoy keeping you right at the edge.

Your hips twitch up against his hand, shameless, and he rewards you with a bit more pressure, his middle finger slipping down to tease your entrance.

“You’re doing that thing again,” you murmur, breath catching in frustration, “where you act like we have all fucking day.”

His smile only grows, sunshine against your skin.

“We do,” he says. “Unless you decide you’re dying for that flower smoothie.”

You roll your eyes, a laugh punched out of you by the way his finger finally sinks in, slow and firm. It curls deliberately inside you, instantly finding the spot that makes your thighs clench around his wrist. You moan quietly, stuttering. But he doesn’t stop. Just watches your face as he adds another finger; the drag of them just right, squelching in the quiet room.

“Heeseung—” your voice breaks around his name.

“I got you,” he murmurs. Quiet. Steady. “Just relax.”

And god, you do. You let your head tip back against the pillow, hands fisting weakly at the sheets while he works you open—gently, but with purpose. He watches the way your body responds, and when his thumb finds your clit again, it’s like a live wire. Your hips jerk, a loud gasp escaping your lips. He shushes you softly, his breath warm against your breast as he mouths at your nipple, wet and slow.

He moves up slowly, eventually reaching your mouth again, where you lift a shaky hand to cup his cheek as he kisses you. Your moans melt into his mouth, the rhythm of his fingers picking up as your hips continue to roll into his hand. His other hand presses firmly against your thigh, spreading you wider for him.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers against your lips, and you feel the words more than you hear them, each syllable low and reverent, like a prayer.

His mouth trails down again, slow and deliberate, like worship. He kisses along your collarbone, down the center of your chest, tongue laving gently as he moves. He has one hand slipped up to cup your breast, thumb brushing slowly over your nipple, his fingers pumping insistently. You can feel the way you suck him in with every thrust, and he looks down to watch it, his eyes hooded and dazed. Your back arches from the sight of his face with a soft gasp, needing more, your hips shifting restlessly against his hand.

“Heeseung,” you breathe, pleading.

He hums, dragging his lips up the curve of your breast before pulling back to look at you. His hair is even messier now, falling over his eyes, his lips swollen and glistening. You can see the tension in his jaw, in the tight set of his shoulders. He’s holding himself back, barely.

You nod quickly, shaky.

“Please.”

It’s all he needs.

He kisses you again, hard and deep, while his fingers slip from between your thighs only long enough for him to tug your panties down your legs, slow and careful. His eyes don’t leave yours, not even as he discards them to the floor. He sits up slightly, pulling you closer to him with your cunt now completely exposed. It takes everything in you not to try and cover yourself up, but the astonished look in Heeseung’s eyes helps to ease your shyness. His hands roam your thighs slowly before he leans back down, nestling between them. His breathing hitches as he looks at you—really looks at you—spread open for him, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling fast under the soft glow from the windows.

“Fuck,” he whispers again, like he can’t help it, like he can’t believe you’re his. “You’re… Jesus, baby.”

Then he dips his head.

The first press of his tongue against your heat makes your whole body jolt. A gasp tears from your lips, your fingers flying to his hair and grabbing without thought. He groans low in his throat as your hips lift toward him, and he flattens his tongue, licking a slow, heavy stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit.

You cry out, back arching off the bed. Heeseung is patient, but relentless. He licks and sucks and moans into you, like he’s starved. Every flick of his tongue, every swirl, every kiss against your most sensitive spots has you trembling, babbling his name. Your thighs close in around his head without meaning to, and he just groans, hands gripping your hips tighter to keep you there.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs into you, the words vibrating against your core. “Could stay here forever.”

Your mind is slipping, your thoughts reduced to a melting pot of heat and haze as Heeseung opens his jaw wider, his tongue pushing into you as his hands grip your waist, your ass, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust of his tongue. You’re close, so close you can barely breathe.

“Heeseung—” you mumble, hips twitching. “I’m—I can’t—”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, looking up at you with dark, glassy eyes. “Come for me, baby.”

And so you do. The orgasm rips through you like a wave; stealing your breath, your voice, your thoughts. Your thighs shake violently, hands clutching at the sheets and his hair, your head thrown back as you cry out. He doesn’t stop, not until you’re squirming, too sensitive, gasping his name like a broken record.

It’s only then that he finally pulls back, his lips and chin slick and glistening. He kisses the inside of your thigh, then higher again, so tenderly it makes your chest ache. You reach for him blindly, trembling, and he crawls back up your body, pressing soft kisses along your skin until he’s hovering over you again. You’re still trying to catch your breath when his forehead drops against yours.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his voice softer now.

You nod slowly, eyes fluttering open, heart still racing.

“More than okay,” you breathe, fingertips brushing over his jaw. But something steals your attention; Heeseung is still hard against your leg, a visible bulge in his boxers that sends a flood of saliva to your mouth. “Heeseung. You—you can fuck me. I don’t want breakfast. I promise.”

He laughs warmly before leaning down to kiss you again. And you let him, tasting yourself on his lips, letting your arms wrap around him and holding him close. There’s that shampoo again, and the necklace that brushes against your cheek, and the strong arms that wrap themselves around your body, firm and warm and safe.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispers against your ear.

You’re barely holding on when he pulls back, his gaze locked on yours as he reaches for the waistband of his boxers. Your stomach flips violently at the sight of him when he pulls his cock out and begins to stroke himself, slow and easy, the tip flushed and leaking. There’s a dreamy haze to his eyes now, low-lidded and dark. His jaw is tight with restraint.

“You want it like this?” he asks, voice raspier than you’re used to hearing. “Slow?”

You nod, maybe a little too fast.

“Yeah?” You’re already spread open, and so he lines himself up easily, cock dragging through your folds once, twice. “Want me to take my time with you?”

“Please,” you beg.

That’s all it takes. He presses in slowly, inch by inch, your breath catching on a groan as he enters you. The stretch is full and perfect, the kind of deep that steals the words right out of your mouth. He watches you the whole time, his hand cupping your jaw like he can anchor you there, ground you while your body wraps tight around him.

“Shit,” he whispers, once he’s all the way in. “You feel so good.”

You do, too. Full to the point of unbearable, all that early morning laziness replaced by a simmering, helpless heat. You tighten your legs around his waist and drag him closer, and when he starts to move—slow, shallow thrusts that drag unbearably against your walls—it’s like you can feel each stroke in your chest. He kisses you messy, open-mouthed and deep, like he doesn’t care if he breathes, if he lives. One hand braces beside your head, the other slipping beneath your thigh to hitch it up higher. The angle changes, and you gasp.

“You okay?” he murmurs, half-groan, lips brushing your temple.

“So okay,” you manage, eyes screwed shut. “Don’t stop.”

His grin flashes, boyish and quick, stopping for a quick moment to ogle the sight of him sheathed deep inside of you, his hand coming down to flick at your clit.

You shift under him, restless, thighs shaking.

“Hee—”

“I know,” he says, almost a whisper.

He moves again. Long strokes, deep and deliberate. Each one makes your breath stutter, has your hands scrambling over his back, his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to something. The room is warm, too warm, the air thick with sweat and salt and whatever visceral groan just tore out of your throat. He digs his fingers into your thigh, leaning over you. His mouth brushes over your in the most infuriating not-quite kiss.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs. He’s smiley, but you can see the restraint in his eyes, the vein that strains on his neck. He’s barely holding on.

“Then do something,” you moan.

That finally breaks something in him. He huffs a soft, ragged laugh and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other braces beside your ribs. His next thrust knocks the breath out of you.

“Oh,” you gasp, and he does it again. Harder, and faster, and sharper.

Your legs curl around him without thinking. His necklace swings against your tits, your wrists still caught in his grip. He’s not smiling anymore; he’s got his eyes closed, his jaw tight as he moans with every thrust, like he needs it-like he’s chasing it now.

“Fuck,” he cries out, kissing your cheek, your temple, blindly. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to go anywhere after this.”

You let out a broken laugh. He thrusts deeper then, slower but stronger, and it knocks the breath right out of you. His hand is still closed around your wrists, holding you steady, fingers splayed wide over the sheets.

You arch under him, mouth falling open.

“There—right there—”

“I know,” he pants, and kisses you quiet. “I know, baby.”

You moan, a wanton sound, and his eyes flutter shut like he’s trying to commit the sound to memory. And then he’s pulling out just enough to thrust back in, hard enough to make the headboard knock softly against the wall.

You gasp loud and unfiltered and Heeseung groans under his breath, his jaw clenched.

“Yeah? That what you want?”

He’s not smiling, or teasing. He’s halfway gone.

“I can take it,” you whisper.

At that, he lets out a low, wrecked laugh—Fuck—and then his mouth is back on yours, hot and messy and insistent. His thrusts start to pick up, deeper now, sharper, every one landing just right. You’re soaked, clenching around him, and he groans when he feels it.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he mutters against your mouth. “So good.”

You nod, eyes barely open, your body moving in the sheets with every thrust.

“You always do this to me.”

His fingers slide up, hooking under your knee to push your leg up, open, wide. He wants to see all of you take him. The angle changes again and he watches your eyes flutter and your head tilt back as a moan rips out of you.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “There it is.”

You can barely speak now, just clinging to his shoulders, nails dragging down the golden skin of his back as his hips smack against yours again and again.

This is definitely a way to start your day, with your name being groaned into the junction of your neck. And still, even now, Heeseung presses a kiss to your cheek in between thrusts. One hand grips your wrists, and the other runs through your hair, like he can’t help touching you everywhere at once.

“I missed you like this,” he pants, voice raw. “Missed this you. All needy.”

“You have me every day,” you gasp, but the words falter. He’s fucking you harder now, rhythm tight and hungry. You can feel the edge coming up fast, sharp and curling in your spine. “Don’t say you missed me—fuck—like that.”

“I do,” he says, and it’s urgent now, a groan twisted into a confession. “I always miss you. Even when you’re right here.”

You’re so close. He knows it. He can feel it.

He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles, his thrusts still deep and steady. “Come again for me, baby,” he whispers. “Come on. Want to feel it. Want you to soak me.”

It hits you hard, hips jolting, thighs squeezing around him, a cracked moan punched out of your chest as your whole body arches. You hear him groan, feel him rut into you deeper, chasing his own high now.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re perfect—”

You feel him spill inside you with a broken moan, his hips jerking once, twice more before he collapses against you, body shaking, groaning low in your ear.

Neither of you moves for a long moment. Just breathing and skin and sweat and this quiet golden morning.

Then, finally, he lifts his head just enough to catch your eye, giggling.

“How’s that for breakfast?”

tags! @junityy @neo127

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ao3org · 5 days ago

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Wrangling Policy Update: Fandom Tags for Fan Games & Fanmade Web Series

Hello Fan Game and Fan Web Series Enthusiasts!

You may have already noticed that we've made some changes this year to how we handle fan games & fan web series. These fandoms can now be canonized as fandom tags! Some are on their own, while others are subtagged under the source fandom.

Prior to 2025, whenever a fan game or web series was tagged on a work, the fandom tag was made a synonym of the fandom that inspired it, regardless of how closely related the final product was to the originating material or how popular it became in its own right.

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afterglowsainz · 4 months ago

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dandelion | max verstappen, daniel ricciardo

pairing: max verstappen x age gap!reader x daniel ricciardo

summary: you thought the puppy fever that took over the paddock by storm would rub into your two boyfriends, but it seems to be a struggle to convince them to get a dog

fc: sab zada

request: here

a/n: grand prix winner max verstappen you were missed 🙂‍↕️

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neeeooon · 5 months ago

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Hiii, I loved your "when they find out they have a kid" work, so I was wondering if you can do a part 2 with other characters? Itoshi brothers and Reo + any characters you'd like. Thank you <3

YES thank you sm!! i have another req for isagi so i’m combining those (ty both for requesting) 💙💙

when they find out they have a kid, pt 2

ex-husband!bllk x fem!reader. angst, cursing, mentions of sex (no smut), rin and ness’s kids have names

itoshi sae

-> you cried the first time you saw sae on your television, because you’d just finalized your divorce, and you were four months pregnant

-> he stated specifically that he had no time for you. that marrying you was a mistake, and that he was better off on his own. you’d yelled at him then, blaming him for wasting years of your life when he knew he’d leave you eventually. he didn’t argue back, just grabbed his things and left you alone with the positive pregnancy test in your back pocket

-> three years later, you’re working on reports at the kitchen table when your son yells, “daddy!” frazzled, you jump into the other room to see what he’s watching when your blood freezes in your veins. sae. on television. doing an interview for his team. how was your son watching soccer? you’d left him with cartoons!

-> “that’s not your dad,” you tried, but your son was adamant. “we look the same, mama! he’s so cool! why doesn’t he live with us?”

-> realizing how unfair it was for you to keep a secret like this any longer, you contacted sae’s team to get his number when you identified yourself as his wife. his call came too quick, and you could hear how agitated he was to be pulled away from work

-> “what do you want, y/n?” “wow. three years since you practically abandoned me, and i don’t even get a hello?” “what do you wa—“ he repeated, cutting himself off when he heard a little voice in the background of your call. “who was that? y/n?”

-> you swallowed hard and sank into the couch, where your son was playing with a toy robot. “mama! is that daddy? hi daddy!” he tried to pull the phone from your hand, but you tightened your grip and cleared your throat into the speaker. “we have some things to discuss, next time you’re in town.” “i’ll book a flight tonight.”

itoshi rin

-> itoshi rin wasn’t made for marriage, but you thought you could change him. you practically forced his hand, and while you know you were wrong looking back, you thought marrying you was the only way for him to prove that he loved you

-> you were together a little over a year before he broke, telling you he wasn’t happy and that he didn’t want to be your husband anymore. after hearing him out, you realized there was no point in denying his request. you were divorced a week later, and found out you were pregnant a month after that

-> by that point, you thought keeping his child from him was for the best. he was clearly overwhelmed and didn’t want anything to do with you; adding a child to the mix would devastate him and his career. so you never told him

-> it took several years, but rin was one of the top strikers in the world. all the while you were raising his daughter in secret, though those closest to you could tell by her teal eyes that she wasn’t born through a one night stand, and you claimed

-> on your daughter’s sixth birthday, one of your so-called friends took a photo of you and emi and posted it, tagging rin. you tore her a new one when you found out and cut her out of your life, but the damage was done

-> we need to talk. was all his text said, and you knew there was no point in lying any further

-> “i don’t want anything from you,” you clarified as soon as you opened the door. rin had a dazed look in his eyes, eyes that matched your daughter’s perfectly. “not your money, not your time, nothing. she deleted the post and i’ve cleared it as a joke, so no harm will come to your name—“

-> “can i meet her?” and you halted at the sound of his crackling voice. you shuffled your weight. “y.. you want to meet emi?” he pulled a small plush owl from his bag that made you choke on a laugh. “i didn’t want to show up on her birthday empty handed…”

-> your daughter was a bit shy, unsure of how to react around the strange man that looked like her, and you could tell rin was just as awkward. it took a little while, but once the ice broke, the two were sharing little stories and cracking jokes that made you wonder if maybe emi could have a relationship with her father after all

mikage reo

-> you married reo on impulse, blinded by love and the belief that you’d live happily ever after together. his parents hated you since you didn’t come from wealth, but reo didn’t care. and then you got pregnant

-> you’d been excited to tell him until his parents found out. you wanted to believe that you’d never pick money over love, but reo was gone most days due to his soccer career, and you were young and stupid

-> 10 million dollars, tax-free. the only catch? you had to cut contact with their son and never tell him about his child; the next heir to mikage corp

-> you debated telling him, but again… you were young and stupid. his parents told him they’d stop supporting him financially if he stayed with you, and you worried about the future if his career didn’t take off. in tears, you took the money and blocked him on everything

-> years later, the news of reo’s marriage to a woman his parents approved of hit headlines, and you cried until your little son tried to heal you with butterfly stickers and kisses. you debated telling reo then, but what was the point?

-> you were with your son at a doctor’s appointment when a young woman arrived with three young children at her ankles. your son was older than them by at least three years, but the four wanted to play together while you and their mom drank tea in the waiting area

-> when the receptionist called “mikage?” your heart dropped. the young woman herded her kids together, who you now realized look strikingly similar to your son, and gave you her card before leaving. “so our kids can have a play date sometime! it was nice meeting you, y/n!”

-> reo’s number was on her card, next to her work cell. you knew you were breaking your nda, but your mind was running too fast as you typed in his number and pressed the phone to your ear. “this is reo.” “i… you—we have a son.” “y/n?” and you told him everything

-> he asked you not to tell his wife, and you were in agreement. “i want to meet my son.” “… okay.” and upon reo’s request, you meet with a lawyer present. your son immediately loved reo’s purple hair, and you could tell that your ex-husband’s heart broke at the sound of your son’s laughter

-> once you were alone, reo handed you a sheet of paper that made you nauseous. “i want partial custody.”

isagi yoichi

-> you and isagi were together for years, dating with no issue, but the moment you got married… everything changed. you fought constantly over everything: finances, trust, communication, everything

-> it got to the point where you were living apart more than together, and when the divorce papers arrived in the mail, you sent the back signed. you didn’t know you were pregnant, and with how unknowingly far along you were, you figured telling him wouldn’t change anything in your relationship

-> so, you raised your daughter as a single mother. you never did see isagi since that day in court, where you finalized your divorce. despite how much you argued over finances, isagi let you keep the house and everything in it as a parting gift. the same house your daughter took her first steps in

-> “oh, um.. sorry, kid! i thought this was isagi yoichi’s place—y/n?” you pushed your five year old behind you, hoping bachira didn’t get too good a look at her. your hopes died when he met your eyes, a bit amused. “hm. i didn’t know isagi had a daughter.” “who’s isagi?” “.. i guess he doesn’t, either. y/n?”

-> bachira was in town after years and decided to visit his old friend on a whim, not realizing that isagi no longer lived with you. you knew there was no point in telling him to keep this from your ex, but your daughter absolutely loved “uncle” bachira

-> he told you he’d be over again today, but your smile fell when you opened the door and came face to face with isagi. he didn’t say anything as he shoved his phone in your face, revealing a selfie of your beaming daughter holding a peace sign next to bachira

-> “y/n, what the fuck? how could you… is she mine?” he didn’t know why he was asking; your daughter was the spitting image of her dad. she even had his little cowlick, which she named “bernice” for reasons beyond you. “she’s yours.” “how could you not tell me? i know things didn’t end perfectly, but there was a time where you were my best friend, y/n. the love of my life!”

-> bachira appeared after that and took your daughter to play outside and away from her arguing parents. “and then you tell bachira before me. the fuck?” “i didn’t tell bachira, he found out on his own,” you shouted back. “maybe if you cared enough to check in at least once in the past five years, you’d have figured it out, too!”

-> “i want to meet her.” “no. you’re too riled up right now. go home, get some rest, come over in the morning. i won’t spring you on her without a warning.” “spring me on her? i’m her father!” “you’re a stranger!” “and whose fault is that, y/n?”

alexis ness

-> ness was so scared of ruining his marriage to you that he ran away from the responsibility and took a backseat ride in your relationship. one thing was certain from day one, though. neither of you wanted kids

-> your job demanded a lot from you, and that paired with your co-dependent husband overwhelmed you. you felt that you’d die in your marriage, and though he begged you to stay, you were able to convince ness to divorce you

-> you were going to tell him the moment you found out you were pregnant, but when you found him, he had thrown himself into his career to manage his grief and was thriving. more than that, he looked happy. though you didn’t want to take that away from him, it would be a lie to say that you didn’t have selfish reasons for keeping your child secret, too

-> “come on, mila,” you called for your four-year-old as you fastened her car seat. you should have checked to see where bastard münchen was playing before leaving the house, especially since the aquarium was close to the arena

-> when your daughter didn’t respond, you glanced back and gasped. mila was tilting her head at the man across the street, who was doing the same at her. she waved, he waved back. you would have freaked out if you didn’t recognize the magenta dye in the guy’s brown hair

-> grabbing your daughter, you hoisted her up into your arms and locked eyes with ness. he looked so incredibly sad, but flashed you a slow, almost kind smile. then, before you could stop and think, you were at the crosswalk

-> “lex,” you greeted, voice sounding foreign in your ears. “it’s been a while.” “hi, lex,” mila greeted in a soft and sweet voice, and you watched as ness’s eyes began to sparkle. “hi, um…” “mila.” “hi, mila. i like your nose.” mila giggled. “me too. it looks like yours!”

-> “could i buy you coffee?” you asked, tossing the olive branch out. ness didn’t hesitate long before replying with a cracking, “yes.”

pt 1 // pt 3 // reo pt cont..

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