#when you have to get up and walk away because you're hot crying mess over some damn pixel people

[cinamun]

Comfortable & relaxed | Next

[waywardcrow]

Dress.

Summary: After a mission where they crossed a line, Bucky decides to talk about what happened that night with you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader.

WC: Almost 1600.

TW: Avengers kind of things, talk about weapons, sad reader and sad Bucky, misunderstendings, agents talking shit because of jealousy, SMUT (do not interact if you're not +18) some kissing, dancing and boners lol, semi public make out, oral (f recieving) fingering, hint of other things but not so much because I'm so bad a t this, sorry, let me know if I missed something.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

You hated everything that night, the happy people who were eager to get drunk and forget about the ending year, the music too loud that didn’t let you think, the beautiful dress you bought for that very occasion specifically because you wanted to impress a certain super soldier in the New Year's Eve party but that was before last mission, before you messed it all up.

If you closed your eyes, you could see everything playing perfectly in your mind, how unprofessional you were, how much space Bucky put between you two in the quinjet, the tension that followed you the last days and the words of the agents who probably knew about what happen from him. It was a disaster and you wouldn’t escape from it, Tony would never let you go without an explanation if you requested a transfer to another area.

Distracted, drinking your problems you didn’t noticed Bucky’s gaze tearing apart the pretty gold dress you were wearing as if he could feel your skin against his like that night.

It was a simple mission, find the target, watch it until Valkyrie and Wanda could secured the evidence –an arsenal of Asgardian weapons- and then arrested everyone but your cover was necessary and thanks to your powers, the ability to manipulate brain’s perception to make your audience see what you want- make you perfect to blend with him in that shady club pretending to be just a couple looking for a good time.

Easier to say than done, Bucky fought his boner all night with you dancing too close to him, whispering things in his ear, sitting in his lap… sure you could feel how much he wanted to fuck you there in front of everybody, he indulged in his little fantasy when he feel your own arousal, he told himself it was for the mission when he took you to a semi empty corridor to kiss you dumb.

You tasted better than he imagined, like honey and salvation, Bucky was sure that if he kept kissing you he would find heaven.

“Are you ok, terminator? You look like you’re about to have an aneurysm” Sam pulled him out of his mind just in time before he got in trouble righ there in the middle of the party.

“I’m fine” he wasn’t and Sam let out a chuckle.

“Just go and talk to her, you can’t keep avoiding each other forever.”

You were avoiding him, Bucky just gave you space after you walked away from him when the mission was over, like he didn’t almost cum from having you exactly where he wanted you, with your perfect legs around him with just a thin layer of clothes between you.

“I said I’m fine” he said again, not looking at Sam when you made your way to the elevators, going after you.

It was better for you to leave early, too many drinks and you could end up crying or doing something you’ll regret, like talking to Bucky, who jumped in the elevator you called before the doors closed.

“Going to bed already?” he asked and you stared at him like an idiot, how could he look that good all the damn time? A black suit and white shirt shouldn’t make someone that hot, it was cheating “are you alright, honey?”

How have you missed his voice! A simple taste of him and you wanted more, you wanted him to touch you like that night, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like if time was against you both and every second he wasn’t making you feel all of him was a sacrilege.

“Why are you here, Bucky?”

Cornered, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, drawing his attention to your breasts, the memory of his lips pulling softly at your nipple made you want to close your legs to get some sort of friction, trying to calm the need for him.

Like he could read your mind, he licked his lips, wanting to pull your dress and bury himself in your chest but Bucky needed to have a conversation with you first.

“Are you going to avoid me forever, hon?” the super soldier lifted your chin to make you see him when you set your eyes in your heels “I can take a rejection, sweetheart but not you shutting me out completely.”

Bucky had made lots of friends with time but you were his first one, he didn’t want to lose you; you, in the other hand, were more confused than ever.

“What rejection? If anything, you’re the one who is not interested!” boldness coming from the alcohol made you talk before thinking about stopping “and don’t give me that look James Buchanan Barnes, you know perfectly what I’m talking about.”

The elevators door opened and you stormed out, going to you room, the audacity of that man!

“Can you explain to me what are you talking about?” Bucky took your hand and made you face him when you reached your door, all his cocky attitude was replaced by confusion.

“Please don’t pretend you didn’t tell Carla and Ashley what happen that night, I heard them talking the morning after in the gym” Above all the embarrassment there was hurt, you thought he could be trusted but Bucky proved you were an idiot “they were talking how you hated being assigned with me and to pretend to make out with me.”

Bucky’s heart hammered in his chest, what the hell were you talking about? He didn’t say anything, at all but you looked so sure he couldn’t speak.

“You made it very clear putting distance between us in the ride home but you didn’t have to tell them” your voice trembled, still you refused to cry, if that was the kind of man Bucky was, he didn’t deserve your tears.

“I swear I didn’t say anything, honey, I swear” he promised, making himself small to look at your eyes “I don’t know how they know, please believe me.”

You shake your head; you wanted to believe him but…

“I told no one, I really thought you were mad at me for taking advantage of the situation, that I misread it” he mumbled, desperate to prove you he was telling the truth, taking your face in his hands “I should have been more professional, more of a gentleman, ask you properly on a date, not acting like that, no matter how much I wanted it. That’s why I put space between us; Wanda and Val were looking at me like they would spray me with cold water if I breathed near you.”

Bucky wished you could read his mind to see he was honest but you still could, sensing his desperation matching yours.

“Do you really mean that?”

His heart broke at how unsure you sounded, he would spend every day of his life proving to you how much he meant it.

“I do, honey, you’re not only a friend to me, why do you think I requested to be with you in that mission?” with his arms around your waist, you put your hands in his chest to feel his heartbeat “I can’t be apart from you, I needed you close while I was gathering courage to confess my feelings but then I couldn’t hide it and…”

You interrupted him to kiss him, not giving a damn about anything but Bucky’s lips in yours. He opened the door and you took him with you to your room, tossing his jacket to the floor and taking your heels off.

“You should keep them on” he said between kisses, guiding you to your bed.

“Maybe next time” you promised, opening his dress shirt, he gave you a smirk while he took it off, like he couldn’t wait.

“This dress has to go, even if I love it.”

“I only bought it for you to take it off” you confessed, mesmerized by his hands undressing you before he placed you softly in your bed, earning a grin from him.

“Really? Well, you deserve a reward for thinking about me, honey”

Before you could ask, he was with his knees on the floor, ripping your panties to eat you out like he needed it to keep breathing.

It barely gave you time to let out a lewd moan that only encourage him more, putting your legs in his broad shoulders, nipping at your sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

It was real? It was the alcohol? You could think so if it wasn’t very improbable, your imagination couldn’t make this up, not something this good at least.

“Please” you begged and he shove one finger in you, then almost immediately another while licking you and going back to your clit, moaning at the taste of you, humping the mattress to get some relief, especially when you pulled at his short locks, making him groan.

“Bucky! Pleaseplease…” were the only words you could form but then he decided to replace his fingers with his tongue and you were gone, the orgasm hit you like a thousand waves and you could swear you fainted for a second, only coming back to yourself when you tasted your own arousal in his kiss.

Surprised to being this responsive with him, you kissed him back and he looked at you, fire blazing in his eyes.

“Come back to me, honey, we are just getting started” he promised against your lips and dear God, he was a man of his word. Hors later, the fireworks were loud enough outside but you both couldn’t care less, you finally have what you wanted: each other.

So this is my first time writing smut and I wanted to do it for New year's Eve, it was fun! Tell me what you think and happy new year!

Love, Lily.

[suguru-getos]

jjk men as the type of yanderes:

characters included: gojo, geto, yuta, megumi, sukuna

gojo satoru:

yandere tendency: manipulative, overpowered, soft.

gojo satoru is the type of yandere who will be fine with most of your antics. his little baby trying so hard to annoy him? how absolutely adorable of her. the thing is, he also knows he is too powerful for you and that subjecting you to that power is going to have consequences. he's always kind, nice, happy-go-lucky around you. he tries to take the subtle route, ask you out for dates and stuff but he lacks patience. he has so much love to offer he can't wait for you to reciprocate. he would eventually just kidnap you. however you get everything you want and need. he wouldn't even take your phone away, just don't talk to men and don't even… dare. to talk. about. leaving him. that triggers him. the only time he has been truly, unforgiving and blinding hot with his rage was when you fled away from the gojo estate. you saw him dancing around in the sky, floating with a maniacal grin as you tried to hide amongst the flooded trees in the estate where he just chanted. "no matter where you go, I will find you always, come out on your own and you won't see daddy's punishments." he meant it, and you didn't have the guts to disobey him. like a squeaky, meek rat, you came out from under one of the trees, satoru in front of you looking down with gritted jaw. "haven't I given you enough?" his hold on your jaw is firm as he picks you up, tosses you over his shoulder and walks back to the estate. his coldness is difficult to handle since he's always simping around you, but let's say you needed to re-assure him that you wouldn't leave by giving him your first kiss. he doesn't really do forcing but you'd much rather have the old satoru back. this one has trust issues and this one knows how to manipulate you. "you know one of these days you'd make me so angry I kill everyone you hold dear princess. it wouldn't be something I would want to do… but I- i- just lose control." scary, nice, and ever so kind and manipulative>

geto suguru:

yandere tendency: hot and cold, gaslighting, extremely loving.

suguru is simple and patient. as long as you are in front of his eyes he does not mind anything at all. however, there are times when his carefully twisted smile turns into a frown whenever you disobey him. suguru is good to you when you are good to him. if you do not listen to him then there are punishments for everything. maybe you wouldn't get to talk to your friends for a week. "you don’t deserve me being so kind when all you do is hurt me." suguru knows how to bend you to his will, when you get rebellious over it and ex: stop eating food, he does not have any problem forcing food down your throat by keeping one of his curses latched to your body. what else can you do? vomit it out?? out of sheer spite?? suguru geto has a solution for everything. if you do so, he's going to pretend he's surrendering, hold you in his arms and be so kind as if he's so guilty for making 'you' act up. if only he'd been good enough yeah? then you wouldn't be so rebellious. he's going to be so good, show his true devotion to you. aw? why're you crying? he's just trying to make you cum! over and over and over! hey! it’s just body worship. don't squirm away angel… at the end of it you're a sobbing, overstimulated mess and bent down to his will. suguru can make punishments sexual because he's delusional enough to think that giving you painful pleasure is not equal to hurting you. he would give you so much aftercare though, call you perfect, call you a champion for dealing with it, give you body massages, if you really don't bend to his will… he's manipulative enough to kneel down and stain your thighs with his tears as he leans his head on your thigh and mumbles how sorry he truly feels.

yuta okkutsu:

yandere tendency: too nice, forgiving, delusional.

yuta knows being couped up like this does not feel nice. he calls you his little hummingbird. because you sound so adorable begging and screaming to be freed. if only he could do that. "the world outside is really bad baby, I'm sure you don't know that and I'm so glad you don't. I will make sure you wouldn't know anything about it as well." he has you on his lap, forcing a hug and tearing up whenever you resist. his heart gets instantly broken when you resist his affections though. that… makes him extremely dramatic. why would you do that to him? hasn't he been nice? yuta would never willingly, knowingly hurt you. never… but accidents happen okay? especially when someone loves you so much, then the betrayal also brings the worst emotions there is. he would 'accidentally' break your wrist by holding you too tight when you're squirming away, would accidentally cause you dizzy spells by kissing you too hard. you're just so delectable and so easily broken how can someone like him keep steady? after the accidents happen yuta changes, he almost goes… distant. as if he does not trust himself around you. around his precious little baby… until it re-starts all over again. however, he does have a stern belief that you love him too. you're just too shy to accept. his beautiful, shy little thing.

fushiguro megumi:

yandere tendency: stern, disciplining, in-control

fushiguro is no stranger to the twisted feeling that brims within the depths of his heart whenever he sees you. but he also knows that it would be futile to expect you to feel the same. he knows he needs to earn it. but god- when you love someone else already? why did you have to do that? can't you really see you were meant for him? the logical part him tries to overpower the illogical, love-sick version and fantasy of you taking his cock and belly full with his kids but falls in vain. megumi really is sorry… when he strangles your partner to death in front of you. he really does not want you to see it, but then how else will he show you what he is capable of? what he can do if you do not listen to him? he lets you take your space after and grieve in his bedroom, which is now your shared bedroom. the first few weeks, you're too terrified of him to not listen to him. however… he doesn't even touch you. you just have a few set of rules. eat on time, sleep on time, come to him for anything and forget about everything except him. he would sit beside you and run his hands through your hair, soothing you through the breakdowns. "I will tolerate this for as long as you need, but do know… that man is dead for a reason. no person in love with you is allowed to live. except me." megumi is almost unhinged with his feelings and there would be repercussions. for example: you said you would rather die than love him? how can you say that? have you seen the future? no right? then how could you say that? nothing breaks a brat better than some spanking. the humiliation intermingled with the pain is sure to set you straight. and yes- it does. at the end of it, you're too bent to his will, seeking comfort from him as you cry out against his chest and he softly coos sweet nothings against your ear.

ryomen sukuna:

yandere tendency: sadistic, lethal, manipulative, selfish

half of the time, sukuna does not acknowledge that he has fallen for a human. you're torn with the king of curses fighting with his own self, and still keeping you close. sukuna does not show affection normally. he is the master of evil, the pure reincarnation of all the negativity. at first he would keep you with him. his true form is too big and too scary for you to retaliate either. you just need to be a puppet. he hates and loves it how you are so teeny tiny compared to him. a feeble little human, his little lamb. he often threatens you with pure violence. he would rip a finger out and heal you with reversed curse techniques since he does not like his masterpiece broken. rules are simple: you do what sukuna sama desires and what sukuna sama wants. otherwise- you suffer the punishments. there are times where he had been cruel enough to eat your past relationships in front of you, alive, the sound of gnawing at flesh as he consumes them while the high adrenaline keeping them alive is your worst nightmare. you are allowed to throw up, it is a gory sight of course. but then you must apologize for being filthy in front of your master by sitting on both his cocks. very unhinged, the scariest yandere in the jjk-verse imo.

[yandere-sins]

Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

[hwaslayer]

love you in slow motion (psh) | three.

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—summary: seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, thewarmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you’re more than just his bestfriend—you’re love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.

—pairing: park seonghwa x f!reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriends to lovers | fluff, angst, eventual smut

—word count: 9.7k

—chapter warning: cussing/mature language, hints of a kiss (in a dream), feeling slightly hot & bothered by said dream lol, lots of overthinking (i mean lots!), some jealousy, san takes oc out to a casual dindin, ppl reallllly pushing for the oc x hwa agenda lol, some more seonghwa x oc x charli time, mixed signals, theyre both just sooooo scared of each other lol, sleepover!, sorry if i missed anything since i quickly edited to get this up 🫶🏼

—a/n: hi! sorry for the late update hehe hope you enjoy! the next updates might be a bit slower than usual (and as you can guess, my posting schedule is all sorts of messed up now 💀) but i promise i'll get them up asap! <33

You don't know where you're at. 

You're standing in the middle of the road, and it's pouring rain. You're drenched, and the only goal you have right now is to get to the house on the opposite end of the street. You start your walk, picking up your pace as much as possible to get out of the rain. However, with every step you take, you find that you aren't actually moving.

Just stuck in place.

You're trying to run now, but the house only seems to be getting further. You're dying to get out of the rain, the wet seeping through your skin; chilling every bone in your body. You feel yourself starting to cry, but nothing is coming out.

Nothing.

You're just stuck.

Suddenly, someone appears out onto the road ahead of you and you stop. You stop in your tracks, but somehow, you aren't afraid. Their figure feels familiar, their aura comforting. He stands tall, his wavy black hair resting beautifully on his head. He sees you and walks over, an umbrella shielding him from the rain.

"Hwa?" You look up when he finally gets in front of you, a small frown forming at the corners of his lips. 

"What's wrong, Y/N?" You shake your head and start crying, while Seonghwa throws his coat over your shoulder and brings you close. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I-I couldn't get to the house—" You point down the street.

"Sh, it's okay. I'm here now. Okay? I'm here." He continues to hold you close, despite your damp clothes against his own. His touch his comforting, his hand pressed at the small of your back. 

"Where were you?"

"I'm right here with you." He pulls back slightly, hand coming to tilt your chin. "I'm always right here." His thumb gently caresses your chin. Before you know it, his lips are inches away from yours, seconds away from crashing into yours. 

And it happens.

Seonghwa presses his lips to yours and you can't describe the feeling running through your body—

This is by far the second, or third dream you've had with Seonghwa recently, and you're not sure what your mind is trying to tell you. But, you're caught off guard when you realize your heart is thumping out of your chest, and there's this weird aching sensation in between your—

"Shit." You gasp, feeling flustered that you're finding your body reacting to Seonghwa in this way. You dig your head into the pillow, groaning at the thought of seeing Seonghwa in a new light.

But, the thought was here. It had made a home in that itty bitty corner of your brain, now on a mission to haunt you forever. 

And maybe, just maybe, it was time to finally face it.

You turn onto your back, staring at the ceiling. It's randomly 3:34am in the morning, and you don't seem to be the least bit sleepy. You let out a heavy sigh and pick up your phone, pulling up your call log and almost pressing Hwa's name by instinct.

Pause.

You've always called Seonghwa when you've had a bad dream, when you simply couldn't sleep, when you just needed company; but tonight, you weren't sure what you were gonna call Seonghwa for.

You just know you're longing for him. Specific reasoning unknown.

"Hwa." You kinda whine into the phone, but Seonghwa is too busy moving around in his bed.

"Mmm? Is everything okay?" He groans even though he picks up like he always does— even if he's half-asleep and on the verge of falling back asleep in 0.2 seconds.

"I can't sleep."

"Bad dream or something? Where's Charli?" You hear him mumble against his pillow, but it's still clear enough for you to hear.

"Yaya wanted her tonight." You turn onto your side, letting the phone sit on the edge of your pillow. "And uh, no. I just woke up randomly."

"So.. try shutting your eyes, Y/N." He sighs a bit.

"I can't. Can you stay on the phone with me for at least 5 minutes?"

"I'm here, aren't I? What's gotten you so shaken up?" He finally hears it in your voice, another small whine and a drip of neediness. And for you, Hwa knows that only means two things:

Something bad happened.

Or, something good that you can't make sense of.

"Nothing."

"Okay." He lets it go. "Maybe you should drink melatonin or tea before bed again." He mumbles again.

"Yeah." You lay on your back again, shutting your eyes as you listen to Seonghwa breathe softly through the phone. It isn't long before you feel your eyes getting heavy, immediately finding comfort in Seonghwa's soft snores. 

The next morning, Seonghwa vaguely remembers the phone call, and for a second, he thinks it's a dream. But, when he turns over and sees his phone still connected to the call, he smiles to himself as it's his turn to listen to your soft snores.

He's glad you were able to fall back asleep. It normally doesn't take much, but he takes some kind of pride knowing he's always the first thing that comes to mind when you need comfort, safety. He feels something swell in his chest, and he's not sure what to make out of it.

What to do with it.

When he feels confident that you'd be okay, he ends the call and gets himself up for the day— barely ready to face another day of work. He doesn't like when his sleep is interrupted, and truthfully, it does fuck up his mood. Kinda throws him off balance.

But if it's you, he'll sacrifice. Because he just wants you to be okay, to be happy. He's seen you cry and hurt more times than he'd like to admit.

More times than he's seen you smile.

That's all he really cares about. 

You.

"Goodmorning grandpa!" Woo smiles at him. "You look tired, what happened?"

"Just had a broken sleep, is all."

"You sure that's it?" 

"Mhm." He looks down at Wooyoung with a brow raised before filling up his water bottle. As expected, Wooyoung doesn't let it down easily and Seonghwa should've been better prepared. "What?" Is all he can respond with this early in the morning, while Wooyoung is beaming with energy and smiling all up in his face.

"Dude, just tell me." Wooyoung smirks at him. "It bothers you, huh? You didn't expect San to actually shoot his shot with Y/N."

"I shouldn't have asked." Seonghwa shakes his head. "Can you just.. get out of my face first?" Wooyoung laughs and sits on the edge of the treatment table, feet dangling back and forth while he waits for Hwa to respond.

"So. Does San shooting his shot with Y/N make you angry?"

"Why would it make me angry? If they're happy, then that's all that matters. I can't control her life, and I'm not gonna get in the way of that."

"But, your feelings." Seonghwa pauses and shrugs, continuing to put a few supplies away.

"I'm not gonna be that person."

"I wish you would just tell her." Wooyoung whines a bit. "I love Sannie, but I think we all know what's truly meant to be."

"We don't." Seonghwa sighs. "Anyway, I want them to figure this out. And if it works, then it does. I'll be happy for them. Point blank period."

"It would hurt though, wouldn't it? Because it's Sannie. Not just some random."

"Course it would." Seonghwa mutters lowly, in hopes of Wooyoung not catching on. But, he does. He sadly catches on. As much as he loves his friends, he truly wishes Seonghwa could just be happy. He knows Hwa could find that in the right places had he just looked. But, he also knows true, genuine happiness would be wherever you are. With you. 

He hopes he'll see it come to fruition one day.

The more Seonghwa talks about it though, the more it does hurt him. Because one day, he was planning out how to say this to you. How to sort out his feelings, how to be honest. Finally face the fact that after all these years, he's really loved you.

Then the next day, he's having to can it and scrape the entire thing. Throw the whole damn thing in the trash. Because if it's one thing he does, it's put his friends before himself. Even if it meant sacrificing and killing himself in the process. That's just who he is and he'll remain true to it no matter how much it hurts.

But damn, does it fucking hurt.

"It doesn't matter cause it'll blow over eventually." Hwa turns over his shoulder, hearing a few athletes stroll into the training unit. "Done with this?" He looks at Wooyoung with a brow cocked up.

"Yeah." Wooyoung hops off the table and gets himself together, Seonghwa already greeting the athletes as they walk into the room for their sessions.

"What're you doing later?" Hongjoong pops a chocolate almond into his mouth as he lazily lies down on San's bedroom floor, tired from the workout session they just came back from.

"I'm going to dinner with Y/N." San gives him a dimpled, toothless smile as he stands in front of his closet, wondering what to wear for later.

"Oh, right." Hongjoong yawns. "Is it like.. a casual thing, or like a date-date?"

"Uh, I guess casual?"

"Then why are you standing in front of your closet like it's supposed to be a date-date?" Hongjoong peeks from over the edge of his phone. "And why do you look so nervous?" Hongjoong furrows his brows at San wiping his grubby hands on his shorts.

"I'm not!"

"Mhm. I'm calling Seonghwa." Hongjoong snorts.

"Why would you say that?" San whines a bit. "Can you be honest with me? Is this wrong?"

"I thought it was a casual thing!" San groans.

"It is! But I swear, no matter what, I always feel a little guilty because of Hwa."

"You know for the most part, everyone's just teasing, right?"

"Right, but..?"

"But you know how those two are." Hongjoong sits up. "I don't even mean to discourage you because I know Seonghwa would tell you to go for it.. but you and I both know he's had it for her for years."

"Yeaaaah." San elongates his response with a sigh mixed in. "I don't know. I thought I'd just try and see where things go. I'm not gonna lie, I'm curious even though I probably will never amount to Hwa."

"Don't say that, dude." Hongjoong lets out a small chuckle. "It's just their dynamic, how they are. But, it seems to be fine for them both? At the end of the day, I know Seonghwa would just want Y/N to be happy and that's all that matters. Whatever that looks like."

"Has she ever talked about it? I haven't been here so I don't really know what's been going on between them."

"Nah. Quite frankly, it's the elephant in the room that no one wants to address."

"So, they've just been like that? Nothing's actually changed?"

"Nope. Same ol' Y/N and Seonghwa you know."

"Has Hwa dated anyone?"

"I mean, he's messed around but he hasn't really seriously dated anyone since Linh."

"Okay, so awhile." San nods to himself. "Damn, I don't know. Should I try asking her about it? We are catching up, that's really the main point of this."

"Sure?" Hongjoong shrugs. "I doubt she'd say anything though. Babygirl hasn't opened up to anyone about that and I don't think she will. Just go and enjoy your dinner with Y/N. Whatever happens, happens. Seonghwa will be Seonghwa, and he'll be supportive no matter what." San shakes his head.

"Yeah, I guess so. I just feel kinda bad for even having the thought."

"Seriously. It'll be fine. He'd tell you the same thing, I promise." San shrugs, pushing the idea to the back of his mind. The whole point was to mainly have time to catch up alone, though San isn't gonna shy away from the fact that he is curious to see if he'd have a chance with you.

He knows Hwa would be supportive, but it doesn't stop him from feeling bad. He doesn't wanna hurt anyone, especially friends he hasn't seen in years.

"Should I just wear this sweater?" San turns to Hongjoong, flashing a black sweater his way. Hongjoong is quick to give him a look, immediately shaking his head before laying back down onto the ground; hand tucked behind his head.

"Ew, no. Just throw on a shirt and wear that jacket or something." Joong points at San's black leather jacket. "Black jeans, boots. Simple, but nice."

"You're good at this."

"I thought you'd learn a few things in Barcelona over the past years." Joong shuts his eyes and lets out a sigh. "Guess not."

"Fuck you, dude." San scoffs, heading to the bathroom to get ready. 

It's another 30 minutes before San is finally satisfied with how he looks, rushing Hongjoong out of the door as he grabs his keys and wallet. He's shooting a text your way to let you know he'll be there in a few minutes, and that he'd like to say hi to Yaya and Charli before taking you away for dinner. You simply chuckle and set your phone aside, walking into a cloud of perfume before dabbing some lip gloss onto your lips.

"Who are you eating with, Titi Y/N?"

"One of my good friends, San. You'll meet him soon. He's going to come say hi."

"San?"

"Mhm."

"Is Uncle Hwa his friend, too?"

"Yes." You look at her and brush her hair back. "They're really good friends."

"Is Uncle Hwa going?"

"No, pea."

"Why not?"

"Uncle Hwa has other things to do, too."

"But, Uncle Hwa is always with you—" At this point, Yaya gently knocks on the door and pokes her head in, calling for Charli to come towards her.

"Chacha, let's go." Yaya takes her hand. "We can watch a movie until Auntie Y/N comes back." Yaya looks at you. "Is Sannie almost here? I want to see him—"

"Well, speaking of him." You look over her shoulder and wave at San, who is shyly smiling and waving back. He digs his hands into his pockets and walks over, a subtle rosy tint settling on the surface of his cheeks. It's been a long time, he feels. He hopes Yaya still remembers him and adores him the same way.

"Oh, my Sannie." She says, cupping his cheeks. "It's been awhile, look at you! Still so, so handsome!" He shyly chuckles.

"Hi Yaya. It's nice to see you, too." She dusts off his jacket and continues to throw small compliments his way.

"Promise me you'll stick around next time. I wanna hear your stories, too. I'm sure it was beautiful in Barcelona."

"Yeah, it was fun! It's a date." He smiles before shifting his attention to you and Charli, who is shyly pressing herself against your legs while quietly observing him. "Is this the cutie I've heard all about? Charli?"

"Sure is." You gently squeeze her shoulders. "Say hi, Chacha. That's Titi Y/N's friend, San."

"Hi." She waves before tucking her face into your legs.

"She's really not that shy once she warms up to you." Yaya laughs. "Come on, pea. I've got our movie and popcorn ready to go." She runs to Yaya and grabs her hand. "You two have a good dinner!"

"Thanks, Yaya." San gives her one last hug before waving at Charli. "Shall we?" You nod, walking alongside of him to the car. As always, San opens your door first before climbing in the driver's seat. It's a little quiet and awkward at first because it has been some years since you two have talked. You're sure things have changed for San and vice versa.

But, when you get to the restaurant, you realize he's still the same San you've known all these years.

He awkwardly swings his arm around you, giving your shoulder a small squeeze as you enter the restaurant. He's stiff, unsure of what to do with himself around you, and it kinda makes you giggle.

He's always been like that.

When the host brings you towards the back to your table, his hand slips into yours and it feels.. unnatural for whatever reason. Everything just seems too forced for two people who probably truly adore each other as friends and nothing more. Which, is fine. There's nothing wrong with it. Reality hits you quick when you sit and smile at San in front of you. You know it's not a serious date, and you feel a tad bit bad feeling relieved that it isn't. Even though San looks incredibly good and so, so handsome, the initial infatuation has slipped away from you because San is one of your bestfriends and that's how you've always cherished him.

"So." You giggle when he flips through the menu and shifts in the seat. "How's everything been, Y/N?"

"I don't know, same old, I guess? Yaya's still healthy and going, Soyeon and Junseo are good. Charli's good. Restaurant is busier than ever."

"That's good. Yoongi's still there?"

"Yeup! Jini is there, too. I don't think you've met her, but she's a college student working part-time. My life saver honestly, she gives me a lot of breaks." San chuckles. "How's your family? I'm sure they're happy to have you back."

"Yeah, they're good. They're the same, too. Not much has changed." Your phone dings and it's Seonghwa sending you a random tweet that only you two would understand. He sends the laughing emoji, followed by another text about it. 

"Sorry." You click your phone on the side to lock it.

"It's all good. But, yeah. They're the same."

"Your parents come to the restaurant from time to time."

"I know, they love it there. They've just been so busy lately with renovating the house that they're barely going out."

"Aw." You chuckle. 

"Are you good to order?" You nod, swiftly apologizing when you accidentally kick San's foot under the table before ordering. The silence between you two isn't entirely unsettling, but it does feel weird after years of being away from each other. Plus, San feels like's trying way too hard to make this go a certain way when he shouldn't. 

He's too fixed on it.

"San." You call for him when you find him glancing out the window nervously. "You okay?" You lean onto the palm of your hand and give him a smile.

"Sorry. I'm just nervous and I don't know why."

"Don't be. We've always been friends. Nothing has changed between us." He looks at you and the statement kinda breaks his heart. Maybe you two were really just meant to be friends. "Tell me! How was the program? Barcelona?"

"Ridiculously hard. I literally had no life, kinda why I fell off the grid and barely posted or anything."

"I'm sure it was worth it, no?"

"Definitely. Everything there is so different there. In a good way, though. It felt like a breath of fresh air for me."

"Did you date anyone?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess I'll tell get into that later." He clears his throat. "What about you, though? Are you into anyone?"

"Uh, no. And, I haven't really been seeing anyone."

"Mingi?"

"It was complicated, but I'm finally done with that." You poke at the appetizer that was brought out.

"I'm glad because he doesn't deserve you."

"Hm." You hum. "But otherwise, not much has changed. I think." San watches how you quickly pick up the phone when it dings again, and although it's not really an issue, he can tell how much your body language shifts from the text alone.

It's probably Hwa.

"Y/N. You're one of my really good friends, right?" You giggle and nod.

"Yeah, Sannie."

"So, can I ask you something? I want you to be completely honest with me."

"Of course."

"Is there anything going on between you and Hwa?" You look at him, down at your phone and then back at him. Because no, you're not really sure how to answer the question. Yes, but no? If this were any other day, you'd probably answer confidently. But today, things felt different. You can't say no without automatically second-guessing yourself.

"N-no? Why would you ask that? We've always been this way."

"I know, but. I just.." He chuckles and shakes his head. "Nevermind. It's probably dumb."

"No, tell me." He looks up at you just as he lets out a small breath, cocking his head to the side.

"Don't call me lame or make fun of me, okay?"

"Sannie." You let out a small, playful but defeated chuckle. "I won't, you know me." You take a bite from your plate.

"I don't know, I'm not going to lie. I've always had a little crush on you since we've known each other, and coming back, I truthfully thought it was a phase that might have gone away. It's not. I still have that crush on you, and I thought I'd see where it goes but—" San is rambling and you can't help but let out a small giggle at how frustrated he's getting. "I— I'm rambling. Sorry."

"No, San. It's okay."

"My point is, I thought there was a chance to explore this.. this time around." He gives you a tiny pursed smile. "But, if I'm being honest. I can see the way Seonghwa looks at you. I think we all can."

"Um. I don't know what to say? I don't think he sees me that way."

"Y/N." He cocks his head to the side, giving you a look as to say 'you know better than that.' 

"Seriously!" 

"What about you, though?"

"He's my bestfriend. Of course I love him and adore him to bits." You avoid eye contact and San isn't sure why that's the telling sign for him. But, you've deflected and didn't really answer the question. So, he's not sure what else to think.

"Are you happy?"

"I am."

"Truly happy? With how everything is?"

"I-I don't know. I think so. I'm.. content." He nods because for whatever reason, that answer tells him a lot more than it probably tells you. 

"The last thing I wanna do is ruin things between my friends."

"I—We're just friends, Sannie." You don't even realize how low and pained your voice sounds when you let the response slip from your lips. "I think this is as good as it gets for us." San just looks at you because he notices how you nervously fiddle with your fork and poke with your food. Avoid eye contact. Respond lowly. Maybe you just hate talking about the topic in general. Maybe you do like Seonghwa and you're in denial. Whatever it is, San doesn't think this is as good as it gets for you two.

Which, truthfully, is a little heartbreaking for him. He kinda saw it coming. Everyone did. He just thought there was a possibility since he came back and you two were still just friends.

San can tell Seonghwa will always be number one for you. And that's okay. He's glad he is. You two work well together, and Seonghwa will put his life down for you over anyone. He's just sad because he believed he had a chance and today confirms he doesn't. He never did and he probably won't in the future. 

This is as good as it gets for you two— you two as in you and San. 

"Y/N." He calls for you once more when he notices your attention drifting off to the food on your plate, avoiding all eye contact. 

"Hm?" You hum with a tiny smile.

"You know it's totally okay if there is, right?" You sigh and shrug. "You should just go for it."

"It's just not that easy."

"Whatever it is, I just want you to be genuinely happy." You pause. "And I truthfully think the answer has been in front of you the entire time."

"Can't get anything past you, can I?" You joke and give him a tiny, toothless smile.

"I'm afraid not." He laughs.

"I missed you." You let out a breath, cocking your head to the side as you observe him. Overall, he seems okay. He seems good. He seems happy. 

You adore this Sannie, and you will always adore and cherish him the same way you always have.

"I missed you, too." 

"So, can we talk a bit more about what else you've been up to over there? Your dating stories?"

"I'd be happy to tell you more." San smiles and continues to tell you about his adventures in Barcelona while the two of you dig into your main courses. Exploring and being on his own for the most part. He finally opens up about dating while he was out there, and how he had a few one night stands. He met a girl he did actually get into a rather serious relationship with, but he ended things since he knew he was coming home and didn't want her to plan her life around him. He wasn't the type to do long-distance relationships simply because he knew he wouldn't be able to pull it off.

The rest of dinner goes by smoothly, the two of you thoroughly enjoying each other just letting things be. Dinner made you realize that you missed having San by your side, and it made you remember all the times in college when you sat up late nights talking about everything and anything while everyone was asleep. You missed having that connection with him, and it feels good to have it back.

Though, you won't lie that San is incredibly attractive and someone you'd definitely fall for in another lifetime; being this way, not forcing things between you two and rebuilding your friendship after years felt the most right.

Your heart was just in another place.

When you get home, San opens your door and gives you a quick hug and a kiss to the temple before bidding you goodnight and sending his love to Yaya and Charli. It's just about Charli's bedtime so you quickly pick her up from the house to let Yaya rest and get her ready for bed with a quick wash up. Just as you respond back to Seonghwa's text, a call comes through on your phone from Soyeon.

"Hey." You press the phone against your shoulder while you continue to brush Charli's hair before bed.

"How's my daughter doing?"

"Good. Having the time of her life without you guys, actually." Soyeon laughs.

"Well, at least she isn't giving you problems."

"How's Japan?"

"Good! Warm. Fun."

"Gonna bless me with another niece or nephew?"

"Can you not?" You laugh.

"Doesn't hurt to ask, jeez." 

"Anyway." She clears her throat. "I meant to call because I wanted to ask you about your dinner with San."

"You remembered?"

"Course I did, the heck? I was hoping to hear some juicy details by now."

"Nothing juicy. He's still the same Choi San." You chuckle.

"So, I'm guessing your little crush was actually just a little crush." 

"Hey, he's attractive." You shrug. "But, I think we're always just going to be friends."

"Hm, cause of Hwa?"

"Now, why would you say that?"

"I digress."

"No please, enlighten me. Because even San had asked me if there was anything going on between us."

"Did he now? What'd you say?"

"Yeah, he did. And I said no, because what would be going on between me and Hwa?"

"Nothing." She sighs. But the silence definitely doesn't last long. "You know what, actually. I do appreciate San asking you that question. I wish you'd stop brushing it off." You sigh.

"What am I possibly brushing off?"

"The fact that you probably have feelings for your bestfriend, too. You're just afraid to admit it because you're afraid of things changing, or that Hwa doesn't actually feel the same. We can all see it, Y/N."

"I highly doubt it, it's just how we've grown to be."

"Girl, that man will lay down his life for you and drop everything just to be there for you in a heartbeat. He's done that for you since ever. You still think he doesn't feel that way for you?" Silence. "I'm just saying. A bestfriend doesn't always have to be at your beck and call because you're two different individuals running two very different lives. But quite frankly, Seonghwa is the one exception to that. He puts you before anything and anyone without question. If that ain't true, genuine love Y/N, I don't know what it is."

"You guys make this hard."

"Do we, or are you making it hard for yourself?" You sit and pause some more, quickly running through all of the moments Seonghwa has come to save you throughout the years. Be there for you. Lend an ear. Hug you and console you. Stay up with you. Find you in the rain when your ex-boyfriend let you leave. Held your hair back during shitty, wasted nights. Catered to you while you were sick. Helped your family; Soyeon, Yaya, Charli.

He was so, so immersed in your life that you didn't even realize how much he was. How deep it had gone for you and Seonghwa. How much Seonghwa had been there for you, more than you for him. There was no comparison.

Yet, he never complained once.

He never complained about putting you first.

"Mm, well. Just putting my two cents out there. You know I love you, right? And I just want you happy. Someone like Mingi doesn't deserve a good, beautiful person like you." Soyeon tries to cushion the blow, lecture, whatever you wanna call it, by reminding you about how much she cares for you.

"I know. I love you, too."

"Well, let me know how the aquarium goes tomorrow. And think about it, okay?"

"Mhm. Be safe with Junseo."

"Will be!" She ends the call, leaving you to sit and ponder on your thoughts longer than you'd like. Soyeon was right. You were just afraid, though. Why would Seonghwa have feelings for you like that when you two have known each other for long? You're convinced he'd always see you as his bestfriend, a pain in the ass, the one that he could never explore those territories with.

Today had you questioning everything. Revisiting everything, wondering what signs you've possibly missed. Your dreams. And now, you can't get it out of your head that maybe, you do love your bestfriend. That maybe, your heart was being saved for him. You can't deny the fact that you're curious.

"What's Uncle Hwa doing?"

"I don't know, pea. Probably busy." You finish brushing her hair and let out a breath, relieved Jini was able to help close up tonight and give you a break tomorrow. You were exhausted and you didn't realize just how much.

"Can you call him?"

"Cha, I'm sure he's busy."

"Call, Auntie Y/N. Please." She whines and you sigh, picking up the phone to Facetime Hwa.

"We're seeing him tomorrow, Charli." 

"Ya, but.." Is all she responds with, eyes glued to the tv screen. "I w-wanna talk to Uncle Hwa." 

"About what?"

"Tomorrow."

"He'll come." When Hwa finally picks up the Facetime call, you're only able to see his forehead and his eyes through the screen.

"What?" You furrow your brows at his incredibly sweet greeting.

"Jeez, hi to you, too."

"What're you calling me for?"

"For the record, it's not me calling you. Chacha wanted to talk to you for whatever reason." You hand her the phone. "Here, talk to your oh so loving Uncle Hwa." He snorts.

"Uncle Hwa!" She holds the phone loosely, also only showing off her tiny forehead and eyes through the camera.

"Yes, baby?"

"Are we still going to the aquarium tomorrow?"

"Yeah, we are. I'll pick you up in the morning, okay?"

"Okay." She giggles. "With Auntie Y/N, right?"

"Only because she asked to come." You glare at him from afar while fixing in your bathroom.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Laying down. Did you eat?"

"Mama made ramen."

"Hm, okay."

"Say goodbye, Cha. We have to go to bed."

"Oh. I have to go, Uncle Hwa." She looks down into the camera, making Seonghwa chuckle at how cute she looks. "Bye bye!"

"Sleep well, pea." Seonghwa says before clearing his throat. "Actually, can you put Auntie Y/N on the phone really quickly, please?"

"Titi Y/N!" Charli yells loudly. "Phone, phone, phone!"

"Okay, thank you!" You grab the phone from her, Charli running to your bed and getting under the blankets. "What is it?"

"What time do you guys wanna head to the aquarium tomorrow? Do you wanna go as soon as it opens in the morning?"

"Why, do you have other plans?"

"No, I'd rather just get in there when there isn't a big crowd yet."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Breakfast, too?"

"Okay. So, what time should we be ready?"

"9am?"

"Okay."

"Well." Seonghwa shifts in his position. "If you need me again tonight, don't. I'm busy."

"Shut up, doing what?"

"Busy not picking up your calls."

"You idiot." He laughs.

"See you tomorrow. Give Cha a kiss for me." You look into the camera and roll your eyes before shutting off the call and getting into bed with Charli.

"Want some more?" Seonghwa looks at Charli as she eats a tiny cut of his pancake. She happily nods, picking at a blueberry off to the side of her plate. He cuts her a few tiny pieces, setting it onto the top. "What about you?" He looks at you.

"Can I have a little bite?"

"Here." He cuts you a half of his pancake and sets it on your plate.

"Uncle Hwa!"

"Mhm?"

"Do we get to see the penguins? A-and seals? A-and snakes, and jellyfishies, and starfishies!" Seonghwa laughs and nods, setting his empty plate aside.

"Yeah, we'll get to see all of that." Hwa calls the waitress over and immediately hands her his card to pay for the meal.

"Finish your food, pea. We'll see them as soon as you do." 

"I'm done! I'm done!" She giggles.

"One more." Hwa forks the last piece of the pancake slice, popping it into her mouth before wiping away at it. 

"I'm ready!" The waitress hands Seonghwa the receipt, giving him the opportunity to sign off on their receipt copy before tucking his away in his wallet.

"Good, me too!" He smiles at her and carries her out of the restaurant. You trail behind, watching as Seonghwa points at the birds flying around near the beach. The aquarium and restaurant were nestled on a small street right by the beach, gift shops and other cafes sitting alongside of them. It surprisingly isn't too busy yet, though you know the street and the aquarium will become crowded in the next hour or so. Seonghwa pauses in his steps and turns to wait for you while Charli continues to point out the seagulls sitting on the edge of the wooden rail that lines the walkway to the beach. 

"Let me pay for the aquarium tickets."

"Nah, it's good. Don't worry about it."

"Hwa, you paid for our breakfast already."

"It's okay." He looks at you. "I wanted to take Charli out today."

"Oh, not me?"

"Not really." You playfully pinch him, causing Hwa to let out a small groan and a laugh. "I'm kidding. Seriously, it's not a big deal."

"Thank you." You give him a cute, toothless smile. After Charli finishes observing the seagulls around the beach, the three of you continue to walk towards the aquarium. Cars are slowly piling into the free spots on the road, and the street is becoming busier by the minute. The three of you wait at the corner of the street, waiting for the walk sign to come on in order to cross and finally make it to the aquarium. Just as the light turns red and switches the walk sign on, you step forward to make it across. But, you pause in your steps when you realize the oncoming car isn't stopping any time soon and Seonghwa picks up on it quick. He grabs onto your hand tightly and pulls you back, keeping Charli close to his side when the car continues to run the red light— barely slowing its speed.

"Idiot." He mutters to himself before looking at you, the both of your hands clasped together. "Careful." 

"Thanks, pichu." He gives you a tiny smile before leading the way down the crosswalk, still holding onto your hand with Charli on his other. You like the way Seonghwa's hand fits so effortlessly into yours, the way it feels so natural, so meant to be—

"Uncle Hwa! Look!" Charli releases her grip from Seonghwa's hand and runs towards the seal statue near the ticket window. Seonghwa lets go of yours in an effort to run after her and make sure she doesn't wander too far, leaving you behind; suddenly feeling cold, empty. He doesn't spare a look back at you, busy snapping Charli's pictures while she poses next to the statue. You slowly head over, chuckling as Charli directs him on how to shoot the pictures. 

"Look." Seonghwa shows her the pictures. "I'll send it to your mom and dad."

"Aw, Chacha. You look so cute. Who taught you how to pose like that?"

"You. And Mama." You laugh, fixing her piggytails while Seonghwa sends the pictures off and heads over to the window to buy the tickets. You hold onto Charli's hand as you two slowly approach the entrance, Seonghwa waving the tickets in the air to show off to Charli before handing it to the person at the door.

It's a slow start at first, with Charli glued to your hip as she holds your hand— bright eyes full of curiosity as they examine the surroundings. Seonghwa grabs a pamphlet that has the aquarium map included, suggesting to go straight into the marine life and coral reef section. As you walk in, the area is dimly lit, with the only light from the tanks bouncing off of the walls. Charli's eyes glow as she runts to the first tank full of jellyfish swimming around. She squeals when she waddles over to the clownfish touch pool, Seonghwa coming to her side and guiding her little finger across the surface to get a feel for their calcified skin. You giggle when she whines a bit at the feeling, Seonghwa reassuring her that they wouldn't bite or bother her. 

Safe to say she was over it pretty quickly.

Eventually, you reach the coral reefs. Your eyes light up as you scan the entire tank against the wall, a variety of sea life co-existing and swimming through the clean waters. You sit Charli on the edge of the rail while you hold her close, letting her get up close and personal to the variety of fish swimming around the reefs. She looks up in awe, squealing and giggling to her heart's content when they pass her by and go along their merry way. Seonghwa comes from behind, surprising you with how close his chest is to your back.

"Chacha, did you see that?" He points from behind, chest now barely grazing your back. Any other time, you probably wouldn't have cared or looked into it much. But for some reason, today is different. You're not sure if it's because of the dream you had, or Soyeon's phone call— either or, or both. But today is different. You can't help but fix on how close Seonghwa's face would be if you were to turn to your left, on how he could literally engulf you in his arms and hold you close.

And the funny thing is, you don't think you'd push him away or dislike it one bit.

As if the universe was tuning into your thoughts, a fish comes swimming closely near the glass, causing Seonghwa to press up against your back and hold Charli's hand to the surface. He doesn't seem to pay any attention to what he's doing, chuckling with Charli as he continues to tell her what kind of fish it is. This might be a normal thing to him but to you, it's not.

Because now, your heart is beating against your chest [you hope to God he doesn't feel it]. Your palms feel sweaty. You're swallowing the lump in your throat. The room feels a teeny bit hotter.

"Titi Y/N, let's go!" Chacha whines a bit. You snap out of the trance you were just in, even though Seonghwa hasn't done much to create distance behind you. He looks down at you from the side, cocking a brow when he notices your delayed reaction.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry." You put Charli down, following her direction as she leads you into the kelp forest exhibit, pointing at all the different fish she sees. There's a play area off to the side that she instantly finds interest in once she's gotten a good look at the sea life, romping around and digging her hands into the different activities laid out for toddlers. Seonghwa lingers around to supervise, with you trailing slowly after you've gotten to indulge in the exhibit. You loop your arm around Seonghwa's and he lets you, keeping you close to his side as Charli continues to play around in the play area.

"Hey, thanks for taking us today." He looks down at you and lets out a breathy chuckle.

"Wow, a thank you that I didn't have to initiate? That's a first." You gently punch him.

"I'm serious, pichu!"

"It's no biggie. As long as Chacha's happy."

"Yeah, she is."

"So, you never told me."

"What?"

"How was that dinner with Sannie?" Seonghwa asks, avoiding eye contact.

"It was cool. We mainly caught up." You shrug.

"That's all?"

"Why, do you think there's more? Did Sannie say something to you?" You nervously poke at him, but you're not sure if you're helping your case or making it worse.

"What?" Seonghwa looks at you. "I'm asking you. He didn't say anything to me."

"Oh, yeah. We just caught up about life. His program. Family stuff. Things you already know."

"Uh huh." Seonghwa cocks a brow up. "Why are you being so weird then?"

"I'm not!"

"Did he say something to you?"

"Seonghwa, no. I'm not being weird about anything."

"You're also a very bad liar."

"I'm not even lying, though." You sigh and let go of his arm. He won't let up, and it's only because you're so close to cracking. Even though San truthfully didn't mention anything specific about the dinner, you've been acting weird since he picked you up this morning. The way you look at him feels different, and the way you've been latching onto him is different. Not that he's complaining, but something has shifted in the air and he doesn't know what to make of it. But what he does know is you— he knows you, so, so well, and thats one thing he won't lose at. "I just—"

"Auntie! Uncle Hwa! Let's go to the penguins!" Charli yells as she runs towards you and grabs your hand. She begins to drag you over, telling you to hurry. "Uncle Hwa, come on!" You look at him and subconsciously grab for his hand to drag him along at the three year old's speed. Seonghwa follows along, having to pick up Charli in his arms so she's able to see properly. When he lets go of your hand, your heart sinks a bit and it must have registered on your face because Seonghwa has to do a double take. He catches how your smile fades and how you awkwardly fiddle with your fingers while looking out at the penguins. You brush it off pretty quickly though, with the way you giggle with Charli and pinch her cheeks when she happily waves at them. "I wanna go see the big dinos now!" She points to the dinosaur exhibit just down the other end of the room. 

"Okay, let's go!" Seonghwa looks at you and holds out his arm, hoping that's the kind of comfort you were seeking for. Truthfully, he knows what you're asking for but part of him isn't sure why. And to be fair to you, to himself, he'll continue to keep it at bay until he's sure of what you're asking from him.

He doesn't wanna get his hopes up because it'll break him if you don't genuinely feel the same way he does.

And lowkey, he is a bit confused as to why you're acting needy all of a sudden. You've had your moments but Seonghwa knew to play it off because it felt innocent, like a bestfriend-honestly-bothering-her-bestfriend-just-because-he's-there kinda thing. Today, it didn't feel that way, especially when he looks at you and it seems like you wanna say something but you don't. Especially when you tug on his arm ever so subtly, hand teasing his so closely by the wrist.

What is it about today?

Why were you sending him mixed signals?

"What were you gonna say earlier?" Seonghwa asks while you continue to cling onto his arm.

"Oh, nothing." You decide you won't tell him about San's questions, or his sudden deep-dive into your relationship and feelings. You're hoping it stays between you two because lord knows you aren't ready to tackle that subject with Seonghwa right now, nor do you think Seonghwa would actually feel the same. Or, have the patience to deal with all the jumbled thoughts in your head about him. Little do you know. "We just caught up. That's all."

"Are you sure that was it? You know I hate liars, Y/N."

"Well, the subject about dating came up." You run through the sentence so fast that Seonghwa has to look down at you while trying to read into your expression. Whatever it was that was bothering you, he hopes you can talk to him about it. He'd be there to listen and offer his guidance no matter what. 

Always you first.

"What about dating?"

"He asked if I was into anyone." You generally state now that Seonghwa's indulging in the conversation.

"Hope you didn't say Song Mingi." You gently nudge him.

"No, I didn't." You roll your eyes. 

"Did you tell him you had a crush on him?"

"No."

"Hm." Seonghwa hums. "I still don't understand where you're going with this? What happened between you two?"

"Nothing."

"At all?"

"Look. I went to dinner with San and as I sat there, I realized he's still the Sannie I adore from years before. I just couldn't see him any other way."

"Whatever happened to 'he's so cute, Hwa'?" He mocks you. "Sannie is soooo cute, he would never date me." Seonghwa continues. "He'd never give me a chance, would he? Huhuhu—" His bottom lip pokes out.

"Quit, what is wrong with you!"

"I didn't say it, you did."

"I just realized some things, and I think he did, too."

"You're being so fucking cryptic, it's making my head hurt." Seonghwa rolls his eyes before returning his attention to Charli playing around with the dinosaur activities.

"How am I being cryptic?"

"You tell me everything, yet you can't even tell me what happened during your dinner with San without beating around the bush." You look at him with a small pout and he almost feels his knees buckling because god, he is so weak for you sometimes. But, because of that, he finds himself getting easily frustrated when you can't just be straight up with him. "So, where does this leave you two?"

"As friends. Like we always were." You tug on his wrist. "Hypothetically speaking, if we were to date, would that ruin things between us?" Seonghwa swallows the lump in his throat before shaking his head.

"Why would it ruin things between us?"

"I don't know, because we've always known each other like this. As bestfriends. It could be a dangerous thing, right? Cause we'd know too much about each other or whatever." You look up at him, and he locks his eyes with yours. He wishes he could say everything and nothing at once— but he sticks with the latter, his own example of keeping everything at bay. 

"I truthfully don't think it'd ruin anything."

"B-because I feel like it would and that's why I'm just letting things be with San."

"You sure that's it? Cause I feel like you're asking for a different reason, and not for San in particular." He tilts his head to the side, and you're afraid he's reading into your mind. He's good at that shit, and you hate it.  Because no, that's not it. He must know, that's why he's looking into your soul, patiently waiting for the truth to come out. "Y/N, I think—"

Seonghwa is why. He is the reason why you can't find yourself moving anywhere with San.

"I'm done! Let's go!" Charli runs up to Hwa's legs, interrupting the staring contest you two had going on just as he was about to carry on. You clear your throat and step away from him, focusing your attention on Charli.

"Wanna see all the bugs and snakes, pea? They're down there in that small section." You point down the hall and she grabs your hand. 

"Yes! Let's go, let's go!" She repeatedly yells. "Uncle Hwa, come on! Slow poke!" He chuckles to himself, following the both of you into the insects exhibit.

As you, Charli and Seonghwa continue to go through the rest of the aquarium, you find yourself focusing on how well Seonghwa takes care of Charli. He continues to keep her smiling; throwing giggle fits when he swoops her into his arms and blows raspberries against her tummy. He patiently walks through every exhibit with her hand in his, pointing at the animals while giving her a fun fact or two. You rarely have to lift a finger because Seonghwa continues to keep her occupied, while also keeping you happy. 

You don't have to ask for anything, and Seonghwa continues to deliver.

Towards the end, Charli asks for Seonghwa to take her into the gift shop. You find yourself wandering around, eyes fixed on the cute octopus plush they have on display. You set it down, convincing yourself you don't really need the damn thing [but it'd be nice]. By the time you've made your way around the store, you catch Seonghwa and Charli at the register— the same octopus plush in his hands. For a minute, you think it's for Chacha until you realize she already has a turtle plush she's hugging close to her chest. It isn't until Seonghwa turns towards you with a small smile, digging his wallet back into his pocket.

"Here."

"What, this is mine?"

"I wasn't the one looking at it." Seonghwa chuckles a bit. "Take it before I regret it."

"Hwa." You whine a bit, bottom lip poking out into a pout. "You didn't have to."

"You looked like you were having trouble putting it down so yeah, I guess I kinda had to."

"You paid for everything today." He shrugs.

"It's fine. I don't always find myself here, anyway." You hug him tightly, taking everything in while he pretends to be disgusted by the affection. "Please."

"You love me."

"I was forced to." You playfully punch him as you pull away, causing him to let out a small 'ow.'

"By the way, were you gonna say something earlier before Chacha dragged us to the insects?" Seonghwa pauses and he wants to yes. He does want to say something. He knows you weren’t talking about San. He wants you to know you’re all he wants. He wants to say he loves you, and adores you, and wants to take care of you if you'd just let him.

"Nah. It wasn't anything."

"You sure?" 

"Mhm." You look at him and subtly frown at the way he looks conflicted, puzzled. But, he brushes off quick cause he knows you'll read into him, too.

"Mmkay then. Are you going to stay at my place for a bit or just drop us off?"

"I'll hang out for a bit. Ready?" He looks down at Charli, who has been entirely smitten over her turtle plush these past few minutes. She's completely oblivious to you two, barely paying any attention now that she has a new toy in hand.

"Yeah, let's get out of here." He nods in agreement, crouching down to Charli's level. "Ready to go, Chacha?"

"Yes please." She nods, letting Seonghwa hold her hand.

"You tired? Did you have fun at least?"

"I did." Is all Charli says as you make your way out of the now very busy aquarium. She yawns as she holds her turtle plush tight against her chest. Seonghwa pauses in his steps and waits for you to walk alongside of him, never wanting you to get left behind or lose sight of you. Once you finally catch up, you hold onto his arm while navigating through the crowded streets. Eventually, Seonghwa has to carry Charli and hold your hand in order to breeze through the rest of the crowd. 

"Are you guys hungry for anything? Need anything before we go home?" The question slips from Seonghwa's lips so naturally, it almost seems like this is a normal, daily routine for you two. You nod though, remembering you do have a few groceries you'd like to grab. 

Seonghwa doesn't complain. 

He takes you to the market to give you some time to grab your groceries, staying in the car while Charli naps in her carseat. You're in and out, gently setting your bags on the floor in the backseat before settling into the passenger's seat. You and Seonghwa don't talk much on the way back home for the sake of Charli, only chiming in when you or Seonghwa have a pressing question to ask the other.

When you finally touch base at home, Charli wakes up in Seonghwa's arms while he carries her into your suite. You usher her into the bathroom for a quick bath before slipping her into some comfy pajamas. Seonghwa is relaxing on the couch, randomly watching Loki while waiting for you two to be finished.

"What're you gonna cook for dinner later?"

"Not sure. I might see what Yaya has. I'm too lazy." He chuckles.

"Put those groceries to use." He stands and heads to the kitchen. "I can make something, but it'll sit out for awhile until dinner."

"It's fine." You brush Charli's wet hair before sitting her in between your lap to dry her hair. "What're you doing later anyway?"

"Nothing."

"Why don't you just hang out and stay or something?"

"You want me to?"

"Why not?" He shrugs.

"Don't wanna invade your space or whatever you say." You laugh.

"I'm telling you to stay."

"Alright then." 

"Don't sound too excited, jeez." He laughs. 

"What do you want me to say?" Seonghwa smiles and gently tickles at Charli's stomach. "At least I'll be with Chacha!" She giggles as you continue to dry her hair. "Gonna wash up." He heads to your closet to go through the random assortment of bottoms and tops that you've borrowed [kept].

Throughout the rest of the afternoon and early evening, Seonghwa indulges in Charli's antics and plays along with her— giving you some time to clean around the suite and help Yaya with a few things in the house. As night time falls, Seonghwa is quick to make dinner for you and Chacha, putting all of the cooked dishes in front of you on the coffee table while you watch a movie with Charli. Once he's satisfied and cleans up after himself in the kitchen, he settles on the opposite side of Charli and indulges in Encanto playing loudly on the screen.

After dinner, you help Seonghwa clean up before you're getting Charli ready for bed and tucking her in. Seonghwa has made a little bed in your tiny living room area floor— pushing the coffee table up so that you three can lay comfortably. When Monsters University comes on, you find that Seonghwa is invested but.. isn't? He's constantly checking his phone, and you shouldn't be annoyed because it's probably the boys.

But, you are.

It's probably the boys.

Right?

Why does it matter?

"Are you watching?" You squint at him and he quickly finishes his text before he plops the phone down on his chest and looks at you.

"Yeah?"

"No, you're not." You give him a look. "Are you texting the boys?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He teases and you roll your eyes. "I'm kidding. Yes, and someone I met a couple of days ago."

"What? You never told me about that."

"I didn't tell you because it's just that. We met and we're just casually talking about things."

"A girl?" He nods.

"Uh huh. Her cousin plays for the football team and she was visiting during training."

"Oh, interesting. Are you like.. interested in her?" You divert your attention to the movie.

"Uh." Seonghwa pauses and shrugs, even if you aren't looking at him. "I'm just seeing where things go? Do I need to have a reason right now?"

"No. I'm just wondering." He picks up his phone again when it dings.

"But Uncle Hwa, I thought Titi Y/N was y-your girlfriend." She stutters as she keeps her eyes on the movie.

"Mm, she is my friend who is a girl, Chacha. My bestfriend."

"But, my mommy said—"

"Okay, let's watch the movie, pea." You cut her off and she happily obliges. "You too, Uncle Hwa." You glare at him once more before smacking him on the bicep.

"Ouch, stop. I'm watching." He whispers harshly, yet continues to text.

"Pichu." You whine "You stop." He grabs your hand before you could land your next hit. He chuckles as he holds onto it, not wanting to let go but to also make his point that you aren't winning this fight. "Hwa." You whine even more.

"I win."

"Fine." You pout and he pinches your cheek.

"Loser." He smiles. "I'm watching, okay? I'm done." He sets his phone to the side and gives you a look. "See?"

"Mhm. What else could possibly be more important than us?"

"Drama." He laughs. "Why does it matter anyway, you're gonna fall asleep in two—"

"Uncle Hwa, Titi Y/N. Movie." Charli says looking at the both of you before shifting her attention back to the TV. You pinch Seonghwa on the shoulder, causing him to silently wince in pain before the both of you finally pay attention to the movie.

It's not long before you feel your eyes getting heavy, and you hate to admit that Seonghwa knows you so well. Charli hadn't fallen asleep too long ago, sandwiched in between you and Seonghwa— her hair a mess on the pillow. She's letting out some soft snores, her hand resting lazily on her chest. 

She must've had a long, but good and fun day.

Seeing her this comfortable and content makes you even more sleepy. So much more sleepy that within the next scene, you're fast asleep with your head resting against Chacha's. Seonghwa figures it's a bit too quiet— too quiet especially for someone like you, who is the main yapper between the two of you.

He looks at you and smiles softly to himself.

His heart does a thing; it always does a thing, but in these moments it feels too intense for him to register. He just wants this.

And it's so hard for him to fight it off when there's that glimmer of hope saying you feel the same way.

That you want this, too.

Especially after today. Because he knows you well, so well, and he knows there are things you meant to say but you couldn't. He understands, though. He wants to say a lot, he's just not sure how. But god, does he hope he's right for once. 

He hopes that you are looking at him in a different light, he hopes that you've realized he'd been here all along.

"If only you knew." He whispers. "Night, Y/N." He says softly before pulling the blanket up to cover you perfectly, brushing the hair away from your face before shutting off the TV and laying on his back to stare at the ceiling.

He just hopes for you, and you only.

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[callofdudes]

Slapping their ass-

(Because why not right?)

Ghost

You and Simon had only been dating for six months. While those six months had been rough, you found it rewarding that Simon had come to trust you a little more than before. He allowed you to touch him in private much more than he typically would. He no longer reprimanded you for pulling his mask up enough for a quick kiss. The two of you were sparring when it happened. Ghost threw a right hook which you managed to dodge. You slipped in behind him and as a last minute thought you reached out your hand and slapped him right across the ass. It happened before you knew it happened and both of you froze. He turned to look back at you, eye twitching. There was an uncomfortably long silence where you both just kind of took in the moment. One about to kill and one about to be killed. "Simon... I-"

"Run."

You're not in too much trouble, don't be scared of him ;)

Soap

It was a dare because of course it was. You were sitting on a training mat with Gaz who held your feet as you finished your situps. You were going back over sml banter when you might have let it slip that you thought how cute Soap's ass looked in those stupidly tight workout shorts he sometimes wore on hot days. It was ridiculous not to look at him. Next thing you knew you were locked into the typical peer pressure of a dare. Soap was talking with Price when you walked up super casual. He nodded to your captain and politely smiled at Soap. "Mornin' Soap." He was about to reply when your hand came up behind him and smacked him right on those stupid shorts. You tried not to laugh at the look of shock and walked away. Once he recovered he smirked and ran after you, fully intending to slap you back. When he did, both of you laughed it off. This was a one time thing and totallynotthenewwayyougreeteachotherinthemorning-

Gaz

A mission. Both of you were camped out on a roof top. While you had taken position with your sniper Gaz held his eyes on the three entrances from the building and up to the roof you were both on. You had been sitting there for a grueling fifty minutes, making sure no one was left when you heard the call from Price that you were safe. Almost immediately you both sighed. You dropped the gun and covered your face, feeling about ready to cry you were so relieved. Gaz came over and sat down, smiling at you. "We're all good Y/n." He placed his hand hesitantly on the small of your back. "I think I need a minute." He nodded and patted your back and got up. When you were ready you got up and met him by the ladder with your stuff. He started going to the ladder last and on the way you reached your hand up and slapped him as hard as you could. "That's for scaring me back there." He froze for a second before nodding. "Can we continue this at home??" He's asking for a friend.

Price

Price was not having a fun day. In fact, he was having a, for lack of a better word, a shit day. He has been sitting there doing paperwork for what felt like hours. He admitted that his body relaxed when you walked in. You carried a warm cup of coffee in one hand and some food from the mess hall in the other. "Figured you'd be in here. Doing ok?" He nodded and stood, kissing you when you reached his desk. You placed down the items in your hands and rubbed his cheek. "Don't be too hard on yourself. I still need you in working order y'know." He scoffed. "And for what necessity would I need to be working, love?" You kissed his cheek again. "Don't get cocky now." His hands moved down to your spine to caress your hips. "Never." You both chuckled softly. You pulled away to let him sit, but as he was turning around he felt your hand slap him hard across the ass. He whipped around and you knew to run. You made it almost to the door before his body slammed into you. He pressed you against the wall and raised your arms above your head. "Whatever will I do with you." He chuckled. You didn't leave that office for a good bit. :)

König

You were late to the mess hall. You had guests over so the night before had been a hectic mix of parting and games. Probably wasn't the best thing in the world, but your hangover was only mild at most.

When you walked in everyone was at their tables talking to each other. You almost didn't notice that mountain of a man by the mess hall table of food until you got there. König was flipping through what looked to be a news paper absent mindedly, with no care for your existence. Poor thing was probably feeling to shy to sit down.

You grabbed your food but before going to your table you reached your hand down and slapped his ass, accompanied by your firm grip to get his attention. He whipped around, shaking and spluttering surprised. Everyone looked at the two of you, causing him to panic and attempt to hide himself again. "Come sit with me." You urged in a not so friendly tone. You could see him shaking in either fear or embarrassment. He grabbed his food, muttering as he followed you to a table.

Alejandro

He did it to you first. And after he did, the little shit took every precaution to make sure you couldn't physically do it back. He had cornered you by the wash hall and slapped you hard enough to mark with a comment about your previous nights escepades. You had been embarrassed, but Rodolfo was regularly exposed to your interesting relationship to care much. He just continued on and started to shower like nothing had happened. You forgot about the Cartel and every heist, scheme, robbery. Your new mission was to get him back. And you did. The poor boys when they first met you they knew they were in for it. Alejandro had gotten out to greet the guests, and you felt inclined to as well. That and the seating arrangement needed to change. So when he opened the door for Ghost you saw your opportunity. Before he could get another word out you slapped him so hard across that stupid little ass of his he just went wide eyes. Jaw open. You smirked and loudly proclaimed, "Finally! Dumb Vaquero!" He turned back to you and smirked. "Mi vida, guests." You stuck out your tongue. "Which means you can't do nothing about it." You were wrong. He did do something about it. He was still very proud you managed to one-up him.

Rodolfo

You were making breakfast and casually talking. The others weren't quite up yet, so you two had made a point to be quite. Rodolfo had an apron to keep his uniform clean, which to yours and everyone else's realization made his hips just that more prominent. He was casually flipping an egg when you walked by to grab the flower. Your hand slipped from your pocket and full on grabbed this man's ass. He gasped when you let go and turned to berate you. He scolded you as blush saturated his cheeks. His pink nose reminding you of a certain reindeer. You smiled. "What will you do about it?" Your smile didn't last long. He pulled you by the strap of your sweater, slammed you into the sink bent over and smacked you as hard as he could with the spatula in his hand. Rodolfo leaned into your ear and huffed. "Don't do that again, or next time I might not be so nice." Needless to say you did it again.

First time doing this, hope it was ok ✌️😅

[laurentpark]

She — Yoo Jimin

pairing: yandere! karina x reader

summary: you just wanted to surprise your girlfriend for her hard work, but once you stepped foot at her home, you were the one surprised instead.

genre: dark romance

warnings: yandere themes, obsession, manipulation, mentions of blood, minor death, joe goldberg and amy dunne references because we love hot villains.

a/n: we honestly need more yandere content so i wrote this (this doesn't mean i condone this behavior in real life. its creepy and its weird, but keep in mind this is only fiction. just words. nothing real.)

"This is not what it looks like."

You just wanted to surprise her. You really did. She deserved it after working so hard and got a promotion of her job while still making time for you and your relationship.

So you bought her a cake and dozens of gifts before driving all the way to her neighborhood.

With a wide smile plastered on your face, you pulled out the spare key to her home.

She gave it to you as a gift on your anniversary, so you could come to her place at any time and be welcomed.

Once you heard the doorknob click, you opened the door and wasn't welcomed by your girlfriend but rather a scream.

Your eyes laid on your friend on the ground, bloody.

"P-please, Jimin! Have mercy on me!"

"You're taking so much of her time and attention and expect me to show you mercy? Don't be so stupid."

The cake that you held dropped to the ground once you witnessed one of your closest friend get stabbed to the death by none other than the love of your life.

Once Jimin heard a loud thud, she furrows her brows and looked up, to see her precious girlfriend look at her with a shock and scared expression.

She widens her eyes seeing your figure and stands up with her hands on the air.

"This is not what it looks like."

Your girlfriend, Jimin tries to tell you, dropping the bloody knife she once held in her hand but your brain couldn't even process the words she was saying as you become frozen in place.

Tears start to well up on your eyes and cover your mouth with your hand, shaking in fear.

"Sweetheart..." She cooes, slowly walking over to you but you take a step back.

"What...did you d-do?" Your voice cracks, still in utter disbelief on what your girlfriend did to your friend.

"Trust me when I say I didn't want to do it, sweetheart." She says rather softly. "But I couldn't help it. He was taking you away from me and I couldn't let that happen."

"So you killed him?!" You raise your voice at her out of anger. "He's dead Jimin! Why did you- What am I- You could go to jail for this!"

There were millions of things your brains was thinking of and you started to panic. Your body's starting to shake anymore as you bit your nails. However, your girlfriend shook her head and walks towards you before reaching out to you.

"No I'm won't, sweetheart." She holds you closely, gently stroking your hair as you continued to cry over her shoulder. "Shh, don't cry. I'll clean this up...aww, did you buy me a cake?"

She notices the cake on the ground, ruined, as well as other gifts you were supposed to give to her.

"I'm sorry for shocking you, sweetheart but I'll make it up to you." She grabs you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at her before wiping your tears away. "I'll clean this entire mess up while you can go to my bedroom and decide what movie we're going to watch, okay?"

You look at her in disbelief before pushing her away. Jimin stumbles and looks at you confused as you sniffled and wipe your tears away.

Jimin narrows her eyes before pinning you to the wall, grabbing you by the jaw with one hand while you struggled against her.

"Why did you push me?" Her tone was cold and demanded an answer.

You scoff at her, "You're crazy if you think if I can continue being with you after you just killed my friend Karina!"

Karina.

She despised you calling her that name and she knew, you knew that. Her name's Jimin. Only those who feared and didn't know her personally called her Karina.

Her jaw clenches and her grip on your jaw becomes much more stronger.

"Ow!"

"What do you mean?" She looks at you with a cold stare. "What do you mean you can't continue being with me?"

"You're insane, Karina! I can't-"

"Don't call me that name." She presses you harder agaist the wall and her grip on you becomes much more tighter making you wince in pain. "You can't call me that name. Not you."

"Just let me go." You begged her, tears rapidly flowing down your cheeks. "Just let me go and I'll forget this ever happened. Let me go and I won't ever report this to the police."

"Let you go?" She raises a brow. "You expect me to let you go? After everything I've done for you? I killed for you, who else can say that?"

"You killed my friend." You cry out. "I don't want that. You crossed the line and I'm leaving you because of it."

"There's not a line I wouldn't cross for you." She grits her teeth before softening her face. "Please Y/N. I love you."

She starts to press kisses on your neck. Your breathing starts to get heavier, fearing what she might do to you. You make eye contact with her and she has this soft yet insane look on her eyes.

"You drive me crazy, sweetheart. I can't let you go, never in a million years. I love you."

This moment. This was the moment where you realize there was nothing you could do but accept her love and apology or else she will do something to put you on your place without regret.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you..." She says continuesly, still pressing wet kisses on your neck. As you stood there. Frozen.

You were stuck with her for life and there is nothing you could do about it without getting hurt.

"Say it back."

You lock eyes with her, her cold eyes staring to your soul, telling you to do it or suffer the consequences of your action

"I..." You pause as her nails dig on your skin, waiting for your answer.

"I love you too."

She smiles in victory after hearing your answer but still didn't let go of you, only loosening her grip.

"You're mine, sweetheart. You're never getting rid of me."

She declares before crashing her lips on yours, without a care in the world if she could taste the saltiness of your tears.

You were hers. Forever. Whether you liked or not.

[runa-falls]

what makes him go feral?

im assuming you're talking about robert brown from TBAA 🤭

warning: smut (18+), some spoilers!!, dub-con (a creampie without permission!), small bit of daddy kink, breeding kink, marking, ugh istg i melt for this man

rob is not a nice guy. he knows it, the world knows it, but you...you don't. and he loves that. there's something about your nativity that drives him wild. to you, he could be anyone, and that clean slate is all he needs to corrupt your soft heart.

he has a lot of money to spare so he easily spoils you with clothes, jewelry, and lingerie. he likes the idea that his dirty money is funding that scrap of fabric that barely covers your body and that he's the only one that gets to take it off of you.

he knew he wanted you the first time he saw you. you wore your modest outfits and acted like a big girl when all you really needed was a powerful man to take care of you.

the soft way you spoke, the genuine smiles you would share, and the shy looks you would send his way told him everything he needed to know. you were perfect.

he's always been envious of pat's life. his perfect wife and kids (and dog), all living harmoniously in that stupid little house.

rob didn't get it at first. he has been working all his life to make a name for himself, but none of it was satisfying. not the money, not the hookers, and not the power. but then you walked into his life and he knew he wanted a family. something to live and work for.

he decided that he needed to get started right away.

he did have to convince (trick) you at first.

he used the "just the tip" excuse

"come on honey, lemme feel you. just for a moment...then i'll put the condom on."

"o-ok, but only for a little bit..."

but then he 'accidentally' cums inside once...and then twice, and then he stopped asking altogether.

"b-but what if i get pregnant?"

"that's the point, sweetheart..."

now the world 'condom' is barred in his book. you could put a gun to his head and he would still refuse to wear one. if he is fucking you, it's to get your pregnant.

he teases you about it. how good of a mommy you will be and how fucking hot you'll look with a round tummy and leaking tits. he knows you love it with how you flutter around his cock, how you moan so wantonly, and beg pathetically for his cum.

rob always wants to be in control (shocker i know). he feeds off of his power over you.

he firmly holds your hips down when you start squirming against his face. he's licking your cunt clean, tongue flicking and laving against your sensitive clit, and it's all too overstimulating for you.

"t-too much!"

he sits up with a disappointed look furrowing in his eyebrows. his hands come up and pin your wrists against the mattress.

"the least you can do is keep still while daddy cleans your mess"

"i can't, robbie" you try to close your legs but he won't let you.

"too bad."

yes, he can be quite ruthless, but it's just because he loves to watch you fall apart for him. he wants to own you. he needs you to want him the way he wants you.

he marks you, nipping and sucking bruises all along your throat until you're whimpering from how tender your skin has become.

he presses bruises into your hips as he pulls you back onto him and makes you take his cock until you're crying from overstimulation.

he also loves watching himself drive into you, knowing that he's the one stretching out your pussy and making you weep in pleasure.

his last mark is what he leaves inside of you. there's something about seeing his cum threaten to spill out of your perfect little hole that makes him feral. makes him want to fuck it back into you until you're body takes it.

[radio-navlee]

Not so tough now huh?

I really wasnt expecting the poll to get so many votes!! Heres what you guys have voted on <3

Lee!Jax Ler!Ragatha

Summary: Jax finally pushed Ragatha over the edge causeing her to find something out about the annyoing rabbit.

Jax smirked to himself, setting up the most diabolical prank on his dear ol’ friend.

He’d been planning on getting Ragatha for weeks. He had completely transformed the rag dolls room into something you’d seen out of home alone.

String and marbles practically covered her room. Foam balls, feathers, water buckets and paint set up to hit her as she walked in.

“3…2…1” Jax counted down watching Ragatha close her door behind her. He could hear a muffled, ‘What the?’ Come from the doll herself. The marble rolled into a small hole triggering scissors to cut string sending the bucket of water over her bed, the water spilled everywhere and into a lower placed bucket below activating the foam balls to sore through the air hitting targets around the room. Finally it ended with a bucket of paint spattering on her head with another balloon filled with feather to pop.

“…..JAX!!!” Ragatha screamed causing Jax to chuckle to himself already booking it down the hall.

Ragatha, surprisingly, cleaned herself off quickly and darted after him

“JAX YOU JERK!!”

“THAT WAS SO WORTH IT!!” Jax yelled back

After 5 minutes of Ragatha chasing Jax, he started to get tired. He felt like it was the longest game of tag, where Ragatha was it and he was playing for his life.

Jax, now starting to panic, realizing that Ragatha was not slowing down. Regatha was so determined to catch him. Every time Jax would fumble over himself he would scream. Scared to what would happen if he did fall with the doll hot on his trail.

eventually he backed himself into a corner. He spun around to try to run but Ragatha was already there.

“Raggs…. Please… it was…. Just a joke!” Jax panted, catching his breath

“Oh that was no joke, that was a prank! A prank you fully thought out!” Ragatha pointed out

“Look, let’s… talk about it! How about we make a deal?” Jax suggested

“I’m listening”

“Okay, how about this! You let me go….” Jax inched his way slowly trying to get past Ragatha, “and I promise…. TO RUN- EuGH!” Jax ran full speed thinking he was getting away, only for a plushy hand to stop him.

“Not a chance” Ragatha said holding Jax by his upper arm.

“Let go!” Jax tried to pull away

“No!” Ragatha squeezed his arm causing Jax to let out a yelp

“…..”

“…Jax?”

“..what….” Jax face got hot, he didn’t know he could still be ticklish after entering the digital world!!

“Jax what was that?”

“.. a cry for help?” Jax tried to excuse. Ragatha squeezed again causing Jax to yelp again

“Are you-?”

“No…”

“Because you sound like your-”

“I’m not..”

Ragatha smirked, "You're not what?"

"uhhh.." Jax blanked, too embarssed to say anything just in case it wasnt that. Ragatha spun Jax grabbing both arms pinning them both above his head. Jax gave her the most panicked look he could give, seeing as Ragatha didnt give him the 'you ok?' look, Jax was doomed.

“So if I do this” Ragatha pinched at Jax’s sides “you’re sure you're not..?”

“gAH- Rahahags!!” Jax nearly jumped out of his skin. He started to squirm and giggle as Ragatha continued to tease and tickle him

“Oh so you are ticklish?” Ragatha smiled moving her way up and spidering across the poor bunny’s ribs

“NohOHO! WAIHAhaeheHAT!!” Jax complained and groaned through his giggles, he shook his head frantically as Ragatha moved up.

“Somebody’s sensitive!!” The doll teased, tickling right below where his ribs meet his armpits. The anticipation was literally eating at Jax.

“RAhaHags!! PLEheEase!!” Jax panted, trying to make himself sound as tired as possible.

“Shouldn’t have set that prank up, this would have never happened!” Ragatha growled, remembering the mess she gonna have to clean up when she gets back.

Jax shut his eyes as the rag doll massaged into his armpits. Jax nearly screeched, he turned his head into his pined up arms to try to muffle anything. He’d hate it if somebody came looking for them to find the predicament he was in.

“RAHFAHFAHGS!!” He stomped his feet below himself to try to diffract himself from the tickling

“Sorry, am I in a bad spot?” Ragatha teased

Jax sighed as Ragatha slowed down her torturous hand. Jax’s cheeks turned pink straight out of embarrassment. Just as Jax thought Ragatha was done, she put her hand on the side of his neck. Crap

“Wha- what are you doing?” Jax asked nervously

“Take a wild guess rabbit!” Ragatha stated as she tickled into his neck

Jax squealed scrunching up his neck and throwing his head back. Ragatha immediately noticed how Jax no longer wanted to muffle his laugh. Jax just chucked freely as Ragatha moved her hand to his ears.

“AH- Waitwaitwaitwait!! Ragatha!! Ihavetowarnyounowpleaseimgoingtoscream WAIT!!” Ragatha held his two ears in place and slowly blew air onto them. Jax screamed followed by loud laughter, he squirmed and shook his head but he couldn’t shake her off

“RAGAHATHAHA!! *Squeal* GAHAHA!!” Jax, now more embarrassed than ever, sat there laughing seeing as there was nothing else he could do. Ragatha tickled the tops of Jax’s ears, still blowing onto the bottom part.

Jax was in practically in pieces giggling and taking deep breaths when Ragatha would inhale giving him time to breathe before she would exhale again. Ragatha stoped once Jax started to get wheezy

“You ok?” Ragatha asked as Jax sat on the floor

“I uhh, *HIC* ohmygod” Jax completely shut down covering his face with his hands while his embarrassment covered his face

“Did I go to far?” Ragatha giggled, she never saw Jax like this. She laid her hand over his shoulder causing Jax to jump as the sudden contact

“No uh *HIC* you’re good it’s just- *HIC* these damn hiccups.” Jax explained, his frustration only getting worse as he continued to hiccup

“Stay here, I’ll get you some water” Ragatha smiled. She was back to her old self again, Jax didn’t complain and watched her run off.

He rubbed his ears free of the ghost tickles, bringing one down to his vision. ‘Weird’ he thought. He leaned up against once of the walls and eventually fell asleep.

Jax shot up, expecting to still be sat up on a wall, instead he was in his bed. He looked around confused, until spotting a glass of water and a note on his night stand. He sipped the water and opened the note

“Hey Jax,

I saw you were passed out so I brought you back to your room. I also brought you the water I said I was going to get. You might have been confused how you got back in your room, that’s why I’m writing this. I’ll be in my room tidying up YOUR mess.

-Doll Face”

Well, that solves that mystery…Jax grabbed a pen and paper.

He opened his door carefully looking to see anybody, but nobody was there, good. He found Ragathas door and crouched down. He slid the note under her door with a knock and booked it back to his room.

———————

Ragatha heard a knock on her door while cleaning up the mess Jax’s prank caused. ‘Probably just a dig dong ditch’ she thought hearing the sound of feet running away. She looked over to the door anyways, ‘a note?’ Ragatha walked over picking up the note and opening it up.

“Hi Rags,

Thanks for not leaving me in that corner and I guess thanks for the water. You better not mention this to anybody. I mean it. It was already embararsing enough,

-Jax”

‘he missed spelled embarrassing’ Ragatha giggled. I guess he was right, he did look really embarrassed. But this is the first time he’d thank Rags for something, this was once in a life time.

Ragatha looked at her trash can, then her storage box. She thought for a minute, then put the note in her box.

(I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK😭🙏 lots of stuff has happened but do not worry! Your goul is back🩷)

[ya-bug-boy]

Can we get a TOP reader x BOTTOM Ingo? who just FUCKS ingo HARD and so LONG that he basically becomes the readers cumbump and passes out? Lots of love and after care at the end please 😁 and add a cockring on Ingo 😈 thanks!

Bottom Ingo x M! Top Reader

You're Ingo's partner if that wasn't already obvious. A gorgeous one at that. You are one of Elesa's male models that she has for her runway fashion shows and gym battles. Ingo was absolutely smitten by your dynamic boldness and confidence to strut onto the runway, not minding whatever suggestive clothes you put on. After seeing you once, he practically begged Elesa to make her introduce you to him.

Ingo swears he's never had a sudden attraction to other men so easily but you tease him, saying maybe it was love at first sight. He curls a catty smile at that comment, adding his own remarks that favor you in return.

As your relationship grew, so did your passion and devotion to him. Ingo will always admit how much he loves you at any given word, but you just prefer to hear him say that when he's completely spent and drained of cum.

You were unfortunately very busy in the last recent weeks to see each other, as you had to tour with Elesa to the Kalos region in a partnership with the champion over there. But you told Ingo that you would give him a very special night if he didn't masturbate until you came back.

Ingo needs you. You need him.

Given that you were away for almost two weeks, you thought that Ingo would crack. He's a little deviant pervert as well in the end just as much as you are. But Ingo has been a very good boy.

When you finally return home, you're pleasantly surprised by how clean it is. Ingo does have your apartment key but the rose petals on the ground were simply so. . . divine. He really has been waiting so long for you.

You come into the bedroom to see a bashful Ingo, dressed in that lingerie you liked so much. Just seeing him like this makes you bite your lip in anticipation as you undress.

As you finally kiss him, your tongue meeting his as your naked bodies rut against each other, you find out that he's already prepared himself as he pulls out a butt plug. He whines, looking at you with big needy eyes, "Please, I need you to fuck me," but you ask hungrily if he came without you. To his hesitation, he answers yes so you do the correct thing. You punish your naughty boy toy by slapping a too snug cock ring on him.

But then the fun starts. With his hole already prepared, your dick slides in with ease, feeling his tight body clench sweetly around your cock. You only give Ingo a moment of mercy before you slam your hips into his, focusing only on your own climax rather than his.

Ingo is quick to moan and cry, begging for release but you deny him that pleasure, only seeking yours.

Granted it's been a while for you too, with you fucking him so harshly you reach climax as well. But you don't relent, you don't give mercy, you might as well fuck him until dawn comes because you're not stopping until you're satisfied.

Ingo is just so sensitive, his swollen cock leaking pre all over himself and your body as it desperately pulses, wanting to reach climax. You pin him down by the wrists, biting and sucking on his neck since your last love bites had already faded. Ingo can't help but to make whorish moans as he begs for mercy.

Hearing him call your name, admitting how much of a good boy he is while taking your hot cock all at once is just divine. Your second climax is harder than your first, draining your balls into him.

But you don't stop. You force Ingo to be face down, ass up, assaulting his body as deep as you can go. Ingo is so far gone by this point, words can't come out of his mouth right and his body goes entirely limp. You tell him it's okay to be tired, it's okay to be limp, you'll just keep fucking him until he's so full of cum. Until he can't walk at all the next day.

Your third round lasts the longest, Ingo is a total mess, his speech slurring and his vision dizzy with how badly he needs his release.

So you give him some mercy. You turn his body around, undo the cock ring, and fuck him like the animal you are, breeding your mate. He's so quick to cum but when you don't stop, he can't stop crying. He's a sobbing, moaning mess and you love it.

Then finally, as deep as you can go, you slam your hips against his one. Last. Time.

Ingo for obvious reasons is in a loose state of mind. You make sure to clean him up with a warm wet rag, providing him with some water for all the screaming he had done, and pulling him close to your body. As he gains a bit more clarity, his body is just so fatigued that he can't do anything but rest. So you give him that rest, your naked form comforting his.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Just read through your post about Konigs fantasies and ughhghuguhg the one about an M/F/F/F fantasy has my mind reeling, imagine a BiPoly Engel who wants to try threesomes with her best friend (bonus points if she and her are the same person in different fonts lmao) who's having a hard time with men so Engel suggests she joins them. I mean Engel cares SO much about her and wants to make her happy, nothing wrong with sharing the best thing in her life with her life long bestie right, Koni? (of course this isn't about watching him completely wreck her friend while she watches then eats her out when he cums inside, followed by a nasty make out sesh)

also imagine doubling the amount of praise he gets "god he's so good" "isn't he the best?" "jesus how do you even walk after taking him so much?!" poor guy is gonna have a heart attack.

Konig can finally be both big spoon and little spoon at the same time.

eventually Friend stays over when Konig is away on long missions because it gets so lonely without him and she needs someone who GETS it, can't decide if he would be excited by the amount of new content he gets from his surveillance cameras or annoyed because he's not there to join them.

Asdgdhhdgsgag this is the last straw I can't take this anymore

CW: polyamory, smut & fluff, 18+ ONLY, minors DNI

Like, personally I would never share this man with anyone but GOOD GOD THIS IS TOO CUTE & HOT I NEED TO SWIM IN THIS FOR A MOMENT because

Imagine if it was König's birthday present too??

Like Engel is waiting for him with her cute friend, both are naked as he comes in, or at the very least standing there in nothing but their cute little underwear, there's birthday balloons all over the place and they have made this beautiful big birthday cake for him and König almost faints when he sees it all. ("Und was ist das hier?" 👀)

Lol and the poor friend?! She freezes too when she sees König, almost gets cold feet there on the spot and blurts out something like "He's so big… Uh, I mean, tall," to Engel (as if König can't hear them) and Engel tries to reassure her that "Please, don't be shy, you're not going to regret this" (again, as if König wasn't in the same room at all) and "I tried to tell you he's big! But don't worry. He can be very gentle. Isn't that right, König…?"

And that's where König finally gets to join in, promises that Ja he is very gentle there's no need to be afraid, and just, how could he say no? It's all wrong and right at the same time, and damn him if he's not tender and careful with these two compliant, needy ladies, both of these women are just shivering, Engel from anticipation and the (quite frankly horrified) friend from the prospect of getting impaled by the biggest cock she's ever seen…

But because König would never hurt women, he of course treats his birthday present with utter care. And perhaps they prepare the friend together with Engel…?

And when she finds out how much she enjoys their kisses, she would soon demurely ask if König could perhaps prepare her with his fingers…? *shy* And Engel would kiss her all over while König eats her out, adds a finger, two, then three… Next thing she asks is if they could both ride König a little (like this is a situation where you could really get the subby side out of top!König, he wouldn't say no to any of these suggestions) and they almost get into a little fight at some point because, well, there's just one cock :(((

Meanwhile König could break down and cry because clearly, he's in heaven... He just basks in their attention as they finally come to an agreement that ok, one of them can sit on his face while the other rides his cock, and then they can change ❤️ But Engel & co clearly underestimate König because they end up cumming together, they even reach to hold hands when it happens (like who's birthday is it here, theirs or König's?) and only after they're both a sloppy mess can our King properly enjoy them both, move them around and use them however he wants ❤️

And König praises them both for sure (tries to coach and talk them through it, like "You can take it, just a bit more, that's it, does that feel good?" and "Wait for your turn little one" and "I want to see you two kiss")

But… What if they praised him? You know, listed all the things they like about him: his thighs, his eyes, his hands, his mouth, his accent, his cock (of course)... Our friend is just mewling when König gets that cock fully inside her, like: "He's so big… Baby… Where did you find this man?? Oh god, he's going to make me squirt–"

And poor brave König is trying to think of sticks and stones and bricks and anything that wouldn't make him cum on the spot, but he really has nothing to worry about because these ladies are not that easily satisfied. They want to play with him for hours I'd wager, until they've tried all kinds of things with him and König is so spent he can't get it up anymore (imagine that) and there's no choice but to sleep the weariness away, and they curl up together, all cute and purring, in a sweaty heap, and of course our birthday boy is in the middle, being held by these two happy, giggling women ❤️

He's the happiest man in the world as he falls asleep between their warm, soft, thrumming bodies that cling to him like he's the best cuddly toy in the world ^^ Engel is telling him how much she loves him and they both plant kisses on his body and the friend is like "I'm falling in love too" and König is trying his best not to tear up.

(I'm crying at the polycule idea, it'd be so cute to have him come home to these two gals wearing his t-shirts and playing Jenga or something, there's food and cuddles aplenty in store for him and he'd get them a big big tub where they can all relax together, König would have one woman on each side and the tension and stress and aches in his muscles would melt away in minutes.

And if he'd get all yandere and annoying and bothersome, Engel and her friend would simply shrug because they've made this silent agreement to suck him into compliance, like imagine König trying to be a bully and a menace when there's two women giving him a sloppy messy blowjob? Nope, not gonna happen. They're just gonna slurp him until he sees stars, and then cuddle him and shush him to sleep.)

[goddamnitchuuya]

Chuuya and his s/o getting caught by the black lizard cause he’s loud and wants everyone to know who she belongs too WHEW🥹

damn it chuuya

contains: dom chuuya x f reader, breeding, exhibitionism, getting caught, chuuya's so smug about it.

minors dni.

Who knows Chuuya does what when he suddenly wanders off to God knows where?

His thrusts are relentless as he pushes you further up against the wall. Your legs have already given out for long, letting his strong arms holding you in place while his fat cockhead nudges deeper, harder and harder at your cervix. Face deep in his collarbone in attempt to keep yourself quiet but Chuuya is so fucking good at making you scream for the world that you're his like your life depends on it. It doesn't help at all when his hips meet yours, his shirt stained with your arousal roughly brushing your swollen clit. He is loud too, feral growls get cut off every time your little pussy clench down hard around his shaft. not caring if the Black Lizards is merely one alley away. What's up if they know? Not his problem. In fact, he can make good use of it to show them how obedient his pretty wife is for him.

"Ah fuck- fuck, easy now, pretty girl. Can't move when you're so- shit- damn tight... Wanna make this quick, don't you?"

Chuuya's hands grip your thighs so hard, ripping the material of your stockings. You let out a loud cry, the rough texture of his gloves are probably bruising your skin right now and he only chuckles darkly. His pace has lost its rhythm, the urge to kiss you is making it difficult as you won't move your head up from his neck yet he still indulges you. His dick twitches and aches to spurt cum any moment now but he's holding back. For what? Not because he wants you to come first, he'd already make you do it, as if he's waiting for something, someone to walk in on you both. Right, he was on a mission and suddenly disappeared from the Black Lizards' sight, they'll need him so badly and find him, positive? You can't see it, but you know he's having that damned smirk on his face again.

"You heard that, baby?"

Raspy voice calls out to you once more, pulling your attention back to your surroudings and you can hear footsteps coming closer. You're sure it's just one person, but fuck, it's really a person. Your eyes widen as you panic, pulling up from the crook of his neck to look straight into his clouded eyes, shaky hand tugging at his choker and your other hand grips his trench coat tightly,

"Chuu.. s- someone is- n- naah!"

Chuuya dives in the exposed skin of your shoulder and bites down harshly. His eyes roll back when your cunt squeezes hard because of the sensation. The steps suddenly turn into running as if your scream has drawn attention. That doesn't stop him. He's pounding rougher by seconds, cock violently twitches against your heat. His cock slides all the way out until only the tip remains inside, trails of sticky white fluid cling to his skin as he pulls back, snapping and staining his pants.

"Gonna cum... I'm gonna fill you up so fucking full with my cum... Take it all, yeah? Come on, baby... take it, like the good girl you are- Ah, baby-!"

Just at that moment, Tachihara dashes out right in front of you both. He carries what he needs to do so hastily he doesn't have time to register what's happening before his eyes.

"Chuuya-san! They have arrived, we have to-!"

Chuuya bends over to kiss you roughly as thick ropes of cum paint your walls white. You moan into his mouth, desperately trying your best to pull his coat to cover the mess you both are making. Tachihara freezes, jaw dropped like his soul left his body and he just fucking stands there. But he sees nothing, eyes blown wide yet white is the only thing in his vision. Chuuya smirks again, shamelessly hums as his hips are still grinding, letting you squeeze and milk him for every drop of cum he has to give. His ability hoists you up as his hands leave your thighs. They come to caress your hot cheeks and wipe the fat tears rolling down your chin away. Chuuya then spares one last glance at the poor dude completely frozen at the alleyway, suddenly a group of people arrive but they don't dare making appearance, before a hand shows up blocked by a wall grabs him and pulls him away.

A faint cracked voice can be heard and slowly fades into the distance, "Old man! But Chuuya-san- I- we! That was not-" Chuuya shifts his attention back on his tired out darling, holding you close and telling you how good you did for him. You can only deliver a weak punch to his chest before slumping on his body. He'll take you home first, making sure you're all cleaned up and comfortable in your shared bed with tea and snacks all ready on the drawer, and well again, think of a headaching speech to play it cool to Hirotsu once he comes back.

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Anxiety-JJ Maybank

A/n: If any of you are struggling with anything feel free to talk to me or even someone you trust. 

TW: anxiety 

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was chilling in my living room on my phone. It's been about a week since the pogues and I got back. Everyone has been spending time with their families, but on the other hand my parents have yet abandoned me due to a business trip. 

I just never feel loved in my own home. I could call the pogues my home more than my actual parents. I was just about to take a quick nap before going to hangout with the group when my doorbell rang. I got up and walked over to see who it was. I opened it to reveal JJ. I was surprised to see him standing in front of me. 

" Jay, what brings you here?" I questioned 

He let out a quiet sigh. I could tell by the way he sighed that something happened. I lead him to my couch and kneeled  down in front of him so I could be face to face with him. 

" What happened?" 

He looked down at our hands and started messing with them. I put my hand under his chin to lift it back up to face me. " Hey, it's okay. You know I'm always here." 

JJ's POV

I wanted to tell her everything that's going on, but I'm scared. She's always there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on. I wanted to say something, but it's like my brain shut down. Before I came here, I worked myself into an anxiety attack. It was all because of me freaking myself out about being in love with my best friend. I felt her grab my hand and rub small circles around my knuckles. I smiled at her which made her smile at me. 

" Y/n" I whispered 

She looked up at me and gave me a curious face telling me to continue. " Um, before I came here I fell into an..." I choked 

She got up and pulled me into her. "  Hey, relax, breath."  She whispered 

I took in a breath along with some of her scent. She will always smell like home to me. I pulled away to start stalking again. 

" JJ, you don't have to say anything." She said  

I looked over at her and maybe took one glance at her pumped pink lips. " I want to get this out please." 

She nodded and grabbed my hand again. I let out a deep breath before speaking. " I fell into an anxiety attack right before I got here. And it's all because of my own brain getting worked up over my feelings for..." 

I paused just to give her a quick glance to find her already looking at me with so much admiration. I felt my face get hot and looked back down at our intertwined hands. 

Your POV

I watched him waiting to hear him say who. It was making me nervous. 

" Hey, I won't judge you Jay. You know that. Just tell me..." before I could let anything else out he blurted out. " It's you." 

He let out a gasp and jumped up from the couch. He was pacing back and forth while pulling at his hair. 

" Omg!What have I done!" he whispered shouted 

I was just watching him, shocked. I always thought he liked Kiara. I got up to stop his pacing. I placed my hands into his shoulders. " Hey, breath! You didn't ruin anything." I said softly 

" But..." he whimpered 

I placed a finger over his lips. I then placed a hand over my heart to help him. " Just focus on your breathing Jay."  

JJ's POV

I kept following her breathing pattern till I noticed I could breathe normally again. I then pulled my hand away from her chest. I then sat back down on the couch while she stayed standing. 

" Y/n/n, I don't want to lose you." I whispered 

She scrunched up her eyebrows and let out a small laugh. " Who said you were going to lose me Jay." 

I looked up at her. " I did when I stated that I have feelings for you." 

She sighed and gave me a little smirk. She walked closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck while mine automatically wrapped around her waist. " So you're just going to assume I don't have feelings for you." 

I didn't have any words so I just shook my head. She let out a giggle before leaning in, but just to stop about an inch from my lips. " Good, because I have feelings for you too." She softly said 

Her lips touched mine for a second making me let out a small groan. I was starting to grow inpatient with her teasing me. I was about to complain, but I then melted right into my soul. Her lips got so well with mine. They were like heaven with how they tasted. I pulled her body closer to mine which accidentally made her fall into me. She laughed it off and then decided to sit right on my lap. I pulled her closer to me to deepen the kiss, but was chasing her lips due to her pulling away. She placed her hands on my cheeks and gave my lips a peck before saying...

" See Jay, don't over think things because things or someone might surprise you." 

I smiled at her. " Thank you for helping me. Now please tell me we can go back to the kissing." 

She decided to tease me by thinking about it. " Why should we?" 

I groaned out with annoyance. " Because, I love the taste of your lips on mine. They fit so well together Y/n/n. Come on." 

She let out a small laugh before leaning back into my lips. 

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I really hope you guys liked this one. And again I am always here if you need a friend to talk to! 

-Samantha 

[ask4mycashapp]

may i request a sakusa noncon fic? maybe his wife is acting like a slut (she’s not, she’s just talking to people at a party) and he forced himself into her in the bathroom to teach a lesson

hiiii !! yes, you may req thatt . i dont see a lot of noncon fics , so why not? i added in a lil suna too. thank you for requesting!!

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SLUT ?

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warnings:: noncon,, jealousy,, toxic (?),, bathroom sex,, doggy style,, readers bent over the sink,, choking,, hair pulling,, kissing,, cockwarming,, cock blocking,, lmk if i missed sum .

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sakusa preferred to not involve himself in anything atsumu related,, especially parties thrown by the imbecile. shit,, he avoids parties in general .

why?

because it's like reliving highschool all over again. hot,, sweaty,, germy bodies dancing around and humping eachother with no shame at all. yeah no. he'd rather stay home with his beautiful wife,, you.

speaking of you,, you're the reason he's in this predicament.

what predicament you may ask?

well,, you dragged him out the house and to tsumu's party. you said,, and he quotes,, "but kiyoomiii ! this is a good opportunity to make yourself new friends,, as well as just have fun,, you know? come on were going in!"

sakusa strongly disagreed with your words,, but he couldn't possibly bring himself to say no to you. he figured it couldnt be that bad,, he thought you two could just talk the whole time.

he thought wrong.

suna,, your best friend,, pulled you away from sakusa as soon as you walked in,, leaving him all alone to watch you smile and laugh with suna.

thats where he is now,, standing in a corner by himself staring at you.

sakusa doesn't consider himself a jealous man,, spoiler: he is,, but as he begins staring harder he notices the way you're looking at suna. you look at him as if you adore him,, you don't look at him any type of way. you smile at him and laugh at his jokes as if he's the funniest man to exist,, sakusas literally just being delusional.

eventually,, he couldn't take it anymore.

sakusa walks over to you,, picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. he's careful to hold your skirt down over your ass,, as to not flash anybody.

suna just laughs while sakusa walks away with you,, bringing you to the bathroom. suna loves messing with sakusa.

though,, it does hurt him a little to see his crush get carried to the bathroom to get fucked by her boyfriend. but thats life suna guesses.

meanwhile with you,, you're extremely confused. but once sakusa takes you into the bathroom,, locking the door behind him,, you get an idea of what's about to happen.

"omi, what are you-"

"shut up and take what i give you. sluts don't speak."

"but i don't wanna-"

you're interrupted by sakusa bending you over the sink,, two of his fingers invading your hole,, a small moan slips from your throat as a result of his action.

after a while,, sakusa jerked his fingers out of you and shoved himself in without warning,, instantly bottoming out,, and ramming into you.

you scream and cry,, moreso of pleasure but definitely of pain as well,, but no one heard you cries over the music and their own chatter.

sakusa didn't care for your cries,, he just needs to relieve himself of the stress you put him through. it's only fair you help him since you caused it,, right?

he wraps one hand around your throat and burrows another deep in your hair,, ready to pull it at any time you try to resist him.

when sakusa gets close to his release,, you've already came 4 times. you know he's close because he grips your hair even harder,, snapping your neck almost. he slams his hips into you a few more times before an imprisoned gasp escapes the confines of his throat,, ringing throughout your ears and leading you to another orgasm yourself. you and sakusa come down from your highs together.

you two stay like that for a little,, you cockwarming him,, making out. that is until you hear a knock on the door and a familiar voice,,

"come on,, that's enough fucking you nasty asses. get the fuck out,, i need to pee!"

suna can be such a cock block sometimes.

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everything ?

[seiya-starsniper]

Six Degrees of Separation - Ch 3 (Sandman x Dead Boy Detectives)

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland, Crystal Palace/Charles Rowland (DCU), Johanna Constantine/Jenny Green Rating: Teen & Up | Status: Incomplete | Chapters 3/5 | Words: 3.5K

Tags: POV Multiple, Hob Gadling gives live advice to a bunch of teenagers, while helping them solve cases, that's it that's the fic, also he maybe plays matchmaker for his hot mess bestie

Summary:

The Dead Boy Detectives run into a familiar pub while out on a case, and Crystal has to contend with an unfortunate event from her past. Hob Gadling wasn't planning on adopting three teenagers and a full grown woman, but stranger things have happened in his long centuries of life.

Tumblr Posts: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

Read Chapter 3 below, or at the above link on AO3

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Crystal thinks she's being clever by hiding in a corner of the pub away from where most of the staff can see, but somehow, Hob finds her anyway and places a steaming hot mug of tea down on the table in front of her. 

“On the house,” he tells her, and Crystal frowns.

“I can pay,” Crystal tries to insist, reaching for her bag to pull out her wallet. Hob shakes his head and shoos away the attempt, and Crystal doesn’t have it in her to fight too hard. Not today anyways. 

“Next time then,” he tells her with an easy smile. “If I’m being honest, you look like you could use a pick-me-up right now anyways.”

She really could. Crystal imagines she looks like shit. Her eyes are bloodshot from crying, and her nose feels stuffy from all the times she’s blown it in the past hour. She hasn’t even bothered trying to hide the pile of used napkins on the table.

“You did say Tuesdays were slow,” Crystal manages to croak out, trying to keep her voice even as she takes the tea in front of her into shaking hands. 

“I did,” Hob agrees, and then he sits down in the chair opposite her and starts taking out what looks like a pile of homework from his canvas bag. “I actually have some papers to grade, if you want some company. I’m happy to listen if you want to talk about it. Or we can just sit here in silence, if you’d like.”

She does want to talk about it, but the problem is, Crystal doesn’t know where to start. Doesn’t know how to tell Hob, who is both a complete stranger and not a stranger at the same time, that her life is both the best and worst it’s ever been in a very long time. She doesn’t know how to tell him that it’s Niko’s birthday today, and that the giant shopping bag next to her on top of the table is full of dozens of manga volumes she’ll never read, but felt the need to buy because, well because .

But, true to his word, Hob doesn't press her for more conversation, instead focusing immediately on the pile of paperwork he'd stacked. Crystal watches him smile when a student gets the answer right, and frown when they get an answer wrong. Every once in a while, his face takes on a bewildered expression, and Crystal wonders just how terribly bad the answer he’s looking at is.

Crystal wonders if Niko would have been in school now if she hadn't died. She seemed happy to simply solve cases with Crystal and the boys once they’d gotten the parasite out of her, but how long would that have lasted? Did Niko want to go to university? Would she have come to London if Crystal asked her to?

“I walked by a bookshop the other day,” Crystal finally offers, unable to keep the raging storm of emotion to herself any longer. Hob looks up from his paper and puts his pen down. She has his full attention now.

“They had a new volume of a manga out on display,” Crystal continues, glancing over at the shopping bag from that exact same store. “I thought, ‘Oh I should tell Niko, she'll be so excited there’s a new volume out!’ But then I remembered Niko’s not here. Niko's not here because she died trying to save me.”

“Ah,” Hob sighs sympathetically. “You're feeling guilty you're alive and she's not.”

It shouldn’t hurt so much to hear it spoken out loud, but Crystal's tears begin anew. She drops her gaze down to the steaming mug of hot tea and blinks them away as best she can, knowing that the hitch in her breathing gives her away anyways. 

“Survivor's guilt is a bitch,” Crystal says, and just like that, the dam of emotions she’d been holding back finally breaks. “I didn't even get to say goodbye ,” she practically wails into her mug. “We get to say goodbye to all these other strangers, to watch them go into their afterlife and I didn't even get to say goodbye to Niko. I hate it.”

It feels good, to finally get it out there in the open. To put words to her heartache, to the giant, endless maw of raw emotion and guilt. Crystal had tried to vocalize how she’d felt to Charles and Edwin, but they were too used to death, to people moving on. It wasn’t that they didn’t care, but they didn’t know what felt like to be left behind, not really. Not when it was all but guaranteed that they’d always have each other. 

“Life's unfair like that, sometimes,” Hob tells her, and the tone of his voice tells Crystal that the immortal is full of unsaid goodbyes himself. “I’m sorry you didn’t get the chance, truly.”

“You would've liked her,” Crystal replies, wanting to move away from the subject before she has another breakdown. The staff at the bookshop had definitely thought she’d gone through a bad breakup when she was paying for everything. Crystal looks back up at Hob and gives him a wry smile. “Probably way more than you liked me. She wouldn't have tried to burn the place down.”

Hob snorts. “I like you just fine as you are now, kid,” he says, returning her smile with one of his own. “Just no more arson attempts and we're good, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Crystal agrees. “Can’t guarantee a different ghost won’t try though.”

“They’re welcome to try,” Hob says, then gestures around the room. “But you’ve seen my wards. Been building them up here for almost twenty years now, not much is getting in or out of here without my permission.”

“How did you end up owning this place anyways?” Crystal asks, curiosity now burning a hole in her. “Charles and Edwin said the other night that when they first met you and were a traveling merchant or something.”

“Ah,” Hob replies, and his expression turns soft and fond. “I have this…friend, and we used to meet once a century at the old White Horse tavern down the road. For drinks. When they shut the place down, I bought this place, so we could still have someone where to go.”

Crystal narrows her eyes at the way Hob says friend and drinks .

“Is that a euphemism?” Crystal asks, and Hob chokes on his tea. “You know it’s 2024 right?” she continues. “Being gay isn’t ille—oh god, ” she cuts herself off, realization dawning upon her. “Are you in a centuries-long situationship? ” 

Hob goes into a full-on coughing fit now, but still manages to vigorously shake his head at the accusation.

“No I—cough—we’re just—cough—friends!” he insists, but Crystal isn’t convinced. 

“What do you even talk about?” she presses. “And who the hell only meets once a century for just drinks? ” she adds, putting the words in air quotes. 

“It’s complicated,” Hob replies, seeming to finally get his breathing under control. “Mostly just this and that,” the man adds, waving his hands around to emphasize the vagueness of their meetings. “You know, current events.”

“Current. Events.” Crystal repeats incredulously. Right. Yeah. Definitely a situationship. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

“You know what, next time he comes in, I’ll introduce you,” Hob huffs indignantly. His face is bright red too, and Crystal just knows that isn’t all from the loss of air to his windpipe just moments ago. “And then you can see we are just friends .”

He looks so serious, so intent on proving Crystal wrong, while still so desperately pining , that she can’t help but burst into laughter. It feels like a cord unwinds in her chest when she does, loosening a pressure she’d forgotten was there. 

“Yeah okay, sure, I’d love to meet you ‘friend’,” she replies, putting the word friend in air quotes. “But for like, actual drinks, and not ‘drinks’”, she adds with an exaggerated wink. Hob grumbles something about ‘kids these days’ which makes her laugh even more. 

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When Crystal leaves The New Inn hours later, her heart and belly both full, she curls up with her gigantic pile of manga and reads while waiting for Edwin and Charles to get back from their latest case. Since their investigation took them to a condemned building that was quite literally falling apart and structurally unsound, Crystal had been ordered to stay home, and wait for Charles and Edwin to bring the evidence back to her. 

When they do eventually make their way back, it’s with Jenny in tow, and she’s holding a giant cake box in her arms. Crystal smiles through the mist in her eyes, when she opens the box and sees ‘Happy Birthday Niko’ in bright red letters. 

“You remembered too, huh?” Crystal hiccups.

“Stop it, I don’t want to cry too,” Jenny replies, her voice also wavering. Her hands are shaking when she places the cake box down on the table. It’s way too much cake for two people to eat, since Edwin and Charles don’t partake, and Crystal thinks she’s going to be eating leftover cake for the next week at least. Jenny handles the cutting of the cake, and when the two of them each have a slice in hand, Edwin clears his throat, directing their attention to him.

“Right then. A celebration of Niko is not complete without Scooby-Doo,” he declares, and though his tone is light and teasing, Crystal can hear the emotional weight behind it too. 

“Right,” Crystal agrees, and when Charles wraps his arm around her, she gives up all pretense of not wanting to cry, and sobs openly into his shoulder. “I’ll get the TV set up. Just—give me a minute.”

Crystal falls asleep to the sound of cartoon feet running away from the latest villain of the week, and in the moments just before her mind is claimed by the Dreaming, she swears she catches the scent of poppies and dandelions.

[127tyong]

Tangerine Love

Pairing: Haechan X Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, FWB AU

Warnings: (in order of most to least triggering, bc there's a lot) SA (on reader), CNC, emotional abuse and exploitation, manipulation, gaslighting

Word Count: 2.0k

"I hate the summer, because it reminds me of you. The heat is overbearing, just like you. Too hot, too sticky, and too much all at once."

Part 2 of 4: Summer- Tangerine Love

"I hate the summer, because it reminds me of you. The heat is overbearing, just like you. Too hot, too sticky, and too much all at once."

The orange melted popsicle ran down your fingers, sticking on everything in its path.

You were sitting outside Haechan's house, feet in the pool, Haechan getting out of the pool to get you a towel.

You and Haechan had a bit of history, but it ended with you two casually hooking up and maintaining a good friendship. Of course, you never asked him to be more than just friends with benefits, but you knew he wasn't into dating.

"God, you're such a mess." Haechan handed you the towel. "Why do you eat popsicles when you know you never finish them before they melt?"

"They're yummy." You shrugged. 

"Just… throw it away at this point. Go to the bathroom." Haechan cringed, stepping back into the pool.

You went to rinse your hands in the bathroom, noticing your face was sticky, and the line of melted sugar rolled down to your breasts, under your white bikini.

"Haechan!" You yelled, walking back out to the back patio. "I swear to God, if that popsicle ruins my bikini!"

"What are you even talking about?" Haechan jumped out of the pool, sitting on the edge, tanned abs soaking wet.

"Look!" You showed him your breasts. 

"As much as I like looking at you…" You groaned. "That was not my fault."

"My bikini…" You whined.

"Just get in the pool." Haechan slid back into the pool. 

You followed him, wrapping your arms around his neck so he could hold you.

"See? It's coming out." Haechan's hand slid under your bikini, feeling the fabric. "You're such a cry baby."

You kissed his cheek. "Sorry…"

"Yeah, of course you are." Haechan pulled at the single-knotted string on your back, then the one around your neck, your bikini falling off and floating into the water. "Now there's nothing to worry about."

"Haechan, I'm not sure…"

"Sh, sh, sh…" Haechan pulled at the knots on your hips, bottoms falling off as well. "Be quiet, you wouldn't want anyone to hear me fucking you, right?"

"But I-"

Haechan's hand slapped over your mouth. "I wasn't asking, I was telling you."

You nodded. 

"Good." Haechan bent you over the edge of the pool, the stone hot against your chest and stomach. 

You bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming as Haechan slid his cock inside you all at once.

"God, I should've fucked you in the pool all summer…" Haechan bottomed out, his thick cock hurting you more from being in the water.

"Hurts…" You cried out, tears pooling in your eyes.

"Just a bit more, I promise." Haechan was moaning your name into your ear, guttural groans stopping you from shoving him away. His hand wrapped around your neck, choking you as he fucked you.

And then you realized something. He didn't even love you. All the nights you laid in his bed, full of his cum, dizzy from his cock… They didn't even mean anything to him. You couldn't even leave him because you were so invested in this relationship…

You zoned out, letting Haechan cum inside you then pushing him away. "I'm gonna go home." You grabbed your bikini and went into his house, changing back into your clothes.

Haechan followed you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired." You scoffed.

"Was it something I did?" Haechan grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

You sighed, crossing your arms. "Haechan…"

"I'm sorry." Haechan hugged you. "I'm so, so sorry… I thought you liked it."

"No, that's not it, I just have to… think." You shook your head.

"About what?" Haechan let go of you.

"About… us? Me? I don't know…" You whined, stepping back from Haechan.

"You can't… you can't leave me." Haechan grabbed your arm. "Listen, I won't let you leave."

You went to unlock the front door, but Haechan's arms wrapped around your waist. 

"Don't leave me." You felt tears on your neck.

You sighed, pulling away from him for just a second to face him. "Haechan." You wrapped an arm around his neck. "Why don't we date?"

"Date? Like seriously?" Haechan's arm dropped off your waist, his tears stopping.

"Why can't we be official? We go out all the time, we fuck, I mean, I thought you love me… Why can't we be exclusive?"

"I, uh…" Haechan backed up. "I'm not sure."

"I'm leaving then." You started to walk out of Haechan's house.

"No, wait!" Haechan grabbed your arm. "Is that all you want?"

You shook your head. "Has the thought of us dating never even entered your mind? What the fuck are we even doing, then?"

"I can't stand to see you with another man, but I don't think I'm right for you… I don't want to hurt you."

"What are you even talking about?" You scoffed. "I'm leaving."

"No, you're not." Haechan grabbed your wrist.

You suddenly remembered the fact that you've never really made Haechan mad. He's always taken his anger out on you another way… You knew him well. All the times he's pinned you down or choked you came to mind. He would never intentionally hurt you, but there was a nagging voice in your head that told you to stay away.

"Stop." It was like he read your mind. "If only you knew what I wanted to do to you…" 

"Please, let's just talk-" Haechan's lips crashed onto yours after a split second, his hands tangled into your hair. You realized what you had to do to calm him down. You kissed him back, fumbling with his pants button, letting them fall off. Breaking away from the kiss, you slid onto your knees, his cock in your hand, lips wet with Haechan's saliva.

"You're such a good girl…" Haechan cooed as your lips reached the tip of his cock, then down your throat.

A loud gagging noise came from your throat as Haechan grabbed your head and shoved his cock deeper into you, deeper and harder than he ever did before.

"You shouldn't make me mad anymore." Haechan continued, speaking to you in a baby voice, faking his pity. "I wouldn't do this to you if you would just do what I want to begin with… I wouldn't have to hurt you."

After a few more hard thrusts into your mouth, you were released with a hot liquid pouring down your throat, followed by Haechan zipping his pants back up.

"There's my good girl." Haechan wiped your tears as you stood up.

You felt drained, your head falling onto Haechan's shoulder. "Can I sleep here?"

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You woke up with Haechan's arm around your waist, Haechan waking up as you moved. 

"Good morning." You always loved his husky voice when he woke up.

"Morning." You groggily wiped your eyes, shifting to face Haechan, pressing your face into his chest.

"You want breakfast?" Haechan started playing with your hair.

You shook your head. "No… I just want to stay here a bit."

He kissed your forehead. "You know I love you, right?"

"Then why won't you-"

"I can't." Haechan sat up, getting out of bed.

"But… you love me." You shifted, standing next to Haechan.

"I will never marry you." 

His words cut through your heart, and all you could do was cry. "Then why am I even here?"

"Because you're so pretty I want to do things I promise I'd never do." Haechan brushed a few stray hairs out of your face then wiped your tears. "I want to take you on cute dates and buy you a ring… But I know that I can't."

"You're pathetic, Haechan." You grabbed your bra off his nightstand and put it on. "You're a pathetic piece of shit that thinks it's fun to mess with my feelings."

"I wish I could, but I can't." Haechan stood in front of his bedroom door. "I just… I know I can't give you everything you want."

"If you loved me-"

"I DO! I love you! What don't you understand?" Haechan's voice broke. "I'm doing this because I love you! You need a man that can give you a fucking white picket fence and a six figure salary and vacations to Malibu and a retirement fund… And that will never be us."

"...But I love you. And you love me?" You hugged Haechan. "Let's date then."

"God…" Haechan stroked your hair, hugging you back. "Fine. And once the summer ends we'll break up."

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Sweat uncomfortably stuck your hair onto your forehead, but that didn't matter since Haechan was taking you out on a date. The humidity was killing you, nearly making you unable to breathe. Or it was your nerves. 

Haechan parked the car.

"Wait, we're at-"

"A five star restaurant? I know." Haechan got out of the car then opened your door.

You rolled your eyes. "I didn't know you were so bougie, Haechan." You followed Haechan into the restaurant.

"Table for Lee Donghyuck." Haechan looked at you. "Legal name."

You nodded, wondering if the outfit you chose would be nice enough. And considering the hostess seemed to be silently judging you, probably not.

Haechan kissed your neck, right below your ear. "You're so perfect."

You giggled, the kiss tickling you. "You are too, more than you think."

"Is that why you want to marry me?" Haechan laughed back, relaxing into a back hug.

You scoffed. "Well, I certainly don't want to marry an idiot."

A waitress came up to you two and seated you both.

"Have you eaten here before?" You made small talk with Haechan.

Haechan took a sip of the wine the waitress served you two. "Fuck no, I don't have that kind of money."

"...Why are we here then?" You looked at him dumbfounded.

"Because, even if it's just for a little while longer, I'm gonna treat you right."

"You're so fucking corny, you know that?" You scoffed, trying to eat your meal.

"I love you."

You cringed. "Please stop."

"Why can't I ever have a nice moment with you?" Haechan pouted.

"Because… because we're not even actually dating." You stabbed your salad. 

"Oh my fucking- See, this is why I can't do anything nice for you, because you turn it into this whole… mess. You don't want me to do anything nice for you!" Haechan slammed a few hundred dollars on the table, then stood up. 

You spun around in your seat, grabbing Haechan's arm. "Wait, Haechan-" "That should cover the bill and tip. Stay if you want to, but I'm leaving." Haechan shook you off.

~

A few weeks later, Haechan called you and asked you to come out of the house after dark. He took you to a nearby park and you two walked around a little bit, chatting about life. He held your hand, his thumb rubbing over yours.

"Hey." He stopped in his tracks. 

You looked up at him.

"Would you really be happy if we dated and got married?" He slid his hands into his pockets.

You sighed, thinking about how to reply. "I mean…"

"Because… I've been thinking. And… If you want to marry me…" Haechan pulled something out of his pocket.

And you thought this would be it, your perfect happy ending. He had to be proposing, he had to be… You couldn't live without him, these few weeks without him were hell…

Haechan gave back the key to your house. "Then we should stop dragging this out." 

You knew this was coming, but you didn't know it was going to be tonight… You thought you had at least a few weeks. Or months.

As you walked back home, it started raining.

You looked up at the sky, the rain soaking your shirt. It was so pretty, that you thought that if a day could be so bittersweet, it would have to be today. It was so pretty, that if you could have wanted a day to last forever, then it should be today. It was so pretty, that no matter how heart broken you were, you couldn't cry.

You sat outside on a park bench for a few hours until the rain ended. And you realized the summer rain was over, and it was finally autumn. 

As promised, Haechan broke up with you on the last day of summer, just before the autumn winds.

And that was the first day you finally felt free.