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Strawberry Red ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader (Angst)

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Summary: After two years, Tommy reunites with Grace, but the same things that once intrigued him, do the opposite now

Note: You have chosen- I hope you enjoy. This is technically a follow up to Blackberry Stains but it can stand alone.

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Warning: mention of PTSD, cheating

Request: no

Wordcount: 1992 words

He couldn’t help staring, but for all the wrong reasons. 

Back then, two years ago, he had been enthralled by her. 

She had been a novelty at first, and like all curiosities, had drawn attention. 

And his gaze had lingered. 

She had been bold. She had been brave and straight-forward, even foolishly so and that had intrigued him. 

How unlike (Y/N) she had been!

From the way she spoke, not just the foreign accent but the confidence that dripped from every word, every sentence laced with certainty. 

Even her walk was different, not hasty, with her head held high the way very few women in Small Heath did, having been taught all their lives to evade attention and the risks that would contain. 

Not that anyone with half an ounce of brains would ever dare to look at (Y/N) the wrong way, but there had been a time before Tommy had made his name and before hers was intertwined with his. 

And all these barefooted, hungry years left a mark on the body and soul. 

The way she did her hair was different. The men didn’t mind of course, but she was wearing it open the way no respectable working woman would have thought to do. It would only get in the way of the meals that needed cooking and the chores that needed doing. 

Meals for his siblings, for his nephews. Meals for him. 

Even the way she would dress was different, so many bright, pale colours that made her blue eyes shine. 

(Y/N) had one white blouse- the good blouse, work only for special occasions and never for longer than an hour or two because she never would have thought to wear it during the preparing or the cleaning up. 

Otherwise she’d stick to darker colours that wouldn’t show the stains and would be more forgiving to alterations and mending. 

All these differences had added a shine to Grace. 

And back then, he had drowned himself in them. 

And yet every single detail that had captured his eye and caught his attention merely two years ago, haunting his dreams ever since, now only seemed wrong to him - like flaws in the design that he had been blind to back then. 

It wasn’t her fault. 

Nor was it anyone else’s. 

But the longer Tommy watched her, listened to her, looked at her - really looked at her, the more something under his skin began to itch. 

As the evening went on, everything fell in place just as he had planned it.

She was intrigued by his idea and liked the taste of the expensive champagne they served at the Goring.

But when she smiled, he felt no sense of achievement or accomplishment - instead his eyes lingered on those lips, painted red, making it even more obvious that their smile was wide and honest, but not a bit lopsided. It didn’t make little wrinkles appear in the corners of her eyes that would promise to be permanent marks of joys passed in years to come. 

He felt the way her hand tightened on his arm in excitement as they approached the surprise for the evening - his arm, not his hand. 

She had always taken his hand, ever since he had grabbed hers for the very first time when he had been barely seven, and the shopkeeper was after them for picking up the apple that had fallen off of the cart. His screaming had startled her frozen, and so Tommy had to pull her away. 

She had reached for his hand ever since, in good times and in bad. 

Tommy felt his own muscles twitch on their own accord, turning his palm to the woman at his side, expecting her to lace her fingers with his, only her hand never left the bend of his arm. 

Why should they?

But in their absence, his hand closed into a fist to fill the void. 

Her eyes widened in awe when he introduced her to Charlie Chaplin, but they had the wrong shade and so he perceived the delight in them as if it was dulled by the presence of a veil which he couldn’t lift. 

Because there was nothing to lift, nothing he could pull away, no switch to press that would reveal her. 

She was gone, but he had left her first. 

Back at Ada’s home, a house he had bought as the prize of his ambition, he watched the flickering light of the fire and the reflections it threw on the marble mantlepiece, on the crystal chandelier. 

It turned his whisky to glowing amber and made her pale hair appear golden. 

Grace was stunning, with her soft, laid, light hair, with her pale eyes that looked at him in adoration and painted lips. 

Arguably, she was far prettier than (Y/N), with these looks of hers that could turn heads and would capture attention. They had done so tonight the same way they had done at the Garrison. 

But she wasn’t nearly as beautiful. 

In the smoothness of her skin he missed the tiny scar on her temple from where she had hit her head chasing after baby Anna, back when she had been just a little girl herself.  

Her eyes were clear and beautiful, like a cut jewel in the shop window that was worth more than half a street of houses back home, but they also seemed strangely cold, without a trace of the warmth he could always find in hers. 

Her lips were full and shapely, but she never bit the inside of them in a failing attempt to stop a smile from falling.

Grace had painted them with some expensive lipstick that while keeping the colour on her lips, had left little trace on the gold rim of the champagne flute. 

But all Tommy could think of was how the strawberries had turned her lips a shining red that one spring day. He had fed them to her and couldn’t resist the temptation to mash them against her lips until their juice was spread far beyond her mouth, not even sparing the tip of her nose. 

Their kisses had been sticky and tasted of more sweetness than could ever come just from the fruits alone. 

When he was on his second whisky, the third of the night, Tommy was no longer able to block out the question that was burning on the tip of his tongue. 

Why?

And that meant having to face the answer, which was as pathetic as it was obvious.  

Because she was different. 

That was all it was - the same way crowds were drawn to curiosities, and children cooed around new born kittens. 

That had pulled him in and he had stayed because they had been different too, but in a darker way. 

Four years of hardship and two brothers to bury had left their mark on her soul, just like the bruises on her knees from praying for them. The rationing had taken its toll on her health, just like with Ada and Polly. With little meat to go around, they gave it all to the children, causing their iron levels to plummet and their heads to spin with dizziness more than they ever had before.

He saw her lingering looks on the pictures and the way she always sighed after ending her prayers - her prayers for the fallen. 

Yes, she had been different and her change had frightened him, but it was nothing compared to how he had been altered. 

Despite it all, she was still the same girl he had left behind, the one he had let turn his head, but the boy she had fallen for in turn, the one she had been in love with, no longer existed.

And the man that had come back was nothing but a poor replacement, unworthy of the love and care she sought to place upon him.

Geeing how he could not hide these changes in him from her shattered him even more than any difference in her behaviour ever could. 

She had been as soft and tender as she had always been, offering him all that care and gentleness he had longed for every night in France, but there had been something else in her eyes too. 

There had been concern and that had been too much for him to face. 

And so Tommy had betrayed her. 

It wasn't the night he had spent with Grace, his betrayal had started long before that, he knew now, and he had repeated it again and again. 

No, his betrayal smelled of the dried lavender she had put under their pillows because she had heard in the bathhouse from some other women that it had worked with their husbands, and of the smoke when he had tossed it into the flames. 

Betrayal tasted of all those meals she cooked for him, the old favourites and when they failed new curiosities- something different every day, no matter how much time it took to prepare or how expensive the ingredients were, just to get him to eat. They all tasted of betrayal as they sat there untouched and uncherished. 

It was as bitter as the tea he had let grow cold time and time again, ignoring it the same way he ignored the homemade biscuits she always placed alongside it. 

Betrayal was the sound of the squeaking bed when he turned his back to her each and every night and felt as cold as the absence of her hand in his shoulder for all the times he had shrugged it off. 

That was betrayal and it haunted him every day and every night since.

All the efforts he had discarded, every item or person a witness to his crime, silently accusing him. 

He spared Grace the birth of this feeling that night, and sent her back to her husband who was rich and good and kind to her without so much as a kiss. 

In the end, despite the way their evening had begun, she had looked confused, but he had never felt more certain

She wouldn’t soothe the ache in his chest, for that there were too many difference his mind refused to look past and two much regret in him for his mind to allow him pleasure, even of the basest kind. 

Alone again, he stretched himself out on the hardboard floor in front of the fireplace, sighing deeply. 

Despite his efforts, Tommy never found out where she had gone. She had left without a trace, or at least without any he had cared enough to notice at the time and he hadn't asked questions before it was too late.

Now all the birthday presents and Christmas cards that came for everyone but him were sent with love and care but without a return address. Without even a postage stamp. And yet all the people he paid to watch the streets for her when another of these days approached, saw nothing, least of all her.

So he had no chance of knowing where she was, which city or which country even. 

He did not know which bed she was sleeping in, or who might be right there beside her, hearing the soft whispers if her breath.

The thought made white anger boil up inside him but it was quickly suffocated by the realisation that he had forfeited any claim to her. 

He had discarded her love and affection, her kisses and the softness of her embrace, her tenderness and her efforts.

They were hers to give and he had rejected them. Why should she not give them to someone else?

Grace had moved on too, so why shouldn't she?

Because I can't. 

No, Tommy did not know any of these things, but he knew that she would have two blankets in her bed, no matter how hot it might get. 

He knew that she would have that wooden cross hanging right over her head as she slept, and a picture of her parents on her bedside. 

He knew that he could find a handkerchief in the top drawer. 

He knew that she would have laid out her clothes for the next day to allow her a few minutes more in the morning and that she would have done that just after cleaning the kitchen the night before, no matter how late it got, or how little there was to do. 

He knew it all, that and more and he would know until his dying day. 

Even as the fire faded, Tommy stayed on the floor, slowly letting the memories strangle him, while he told himself the burning in his eyes was from the smoke alone. 

End.

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falling alone ✩ l.hs [teaser]

✩ series m.list

✩ synopsis: cold cases were heeseung’s specialty, and he cracked every single one. cold hearts were your specialty, and you have yet to make a single chip in your husband’s.

✩ genre: established relationship au | hurt-comfort

✩ pairing: lieutenant!lhs x housewife!reader

✩ word count: 2k | [full fic: tbd]

✩ rating: 18+. minors dni.

✩ warnings: mentions of disappearances. some slightly suggestive themes between husband!hee & wife!reader (nothing explicit), uhhh that's it for now i think!

friday, 9:23pm.

"late night?"

your voice has always been a comfort to him.

the way you cooked dinner every night, the way you washed his hair for him, the way you laid in bed with him – it was all comforting. your soft eyes, eyes that had never seen an inch of a crime scene. your gentle hands, hands that would never cock a gun and aim to kill.

you were home to him, and he hated that he couldn't leave his work at the precinct. he always brought it with him, anywhere he went...anywhere you were.

"not really. caught a session with dr. bahng. i'm sorry about dinner." he loosens his tie, trying to ignore the way your eyes follow his fingers. he takes his wedding ring off for work – insisting it snags on the gloves when gathering evidence, that he never wanted to sully it with such grime. "how was your night?"

your sigh may be inward, but his eyes catch everything. every frustrated twitch of your brows, the way your nose crinkles at the half-assed apology. your eyes linger on the linoleum floor, and he fights the urge to pull you into his arms. he fights the urge to show any weakness to your feelings, because he can't let go of work. he has to be strong, he has to be coarse, he has to be cold.

"it was...fine." you wave him off, moving to take the full plates off the table. only then does heeseung notice that you're still in your jeans, your white top neatly tucked into them. your feet are clad in fresh socks, almost as if you were about to go out when he arrived. his eyes scan you as you move around, pulling his tie completely off and bunching it into his pocket. "are you going out with your friends?"

you don't reply as you scrape the cold food into the trash can, and he focuses on the sound of your bracelet lightly clinking with the handle of the fork. your shoulders sag, soft curls of your hair sweeping over your face as you move to place the dishes in the sink. he sighs, before his legs move him behind you. "why are you upset, honey?" "i'm not, i'm not upset." you scoff, turning the tap to hot when you feel heeseung's hands ghost over your waist. you knew better than to attempt to hide anything from him, especially with the way his brain was literally trained to analyze your every movement. his lips press softly to your cheek as his fingers untuck your top, "i know you better than that."

you're silent as his fingertips trace the soft skin of your stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder. he's going to wait until you decide you want to talk, despite knowing it will be the same argument you have every single week.

the same argument that always ends up unresolved as you kiss in your bed, sheets tangled between your bodies. it's enough to hold off on actually talking about it, it's enough to semi-satisfy the lack of attention you got from him during the week. it wasn't enough to feed his unvoiced, almost insatiable hunger for you, and how he wished he could just douse you in his love and affection until the sun rose. it wasn't nearly enough, because he'd still have to pry himself from the comfort of your warm embrace to step foot in the precinct and inhale the stench of evil in the world.

he felt awful, really. that he could never truly show you how much he loved you, how emotionally constipated his job made him...how his sessions with dr. bahng were no longer of much help. "leave work at work, lieutenant. you have the love of your life waiting for you at home." he had it memorized at this point.

"it's always the same thing, don't worry about it." you turn the tap off, feeling the guilt about wasting water seeping into your stomach. you weren't going to wash the dishes, you knew you weren't. you just wanted to lay down in bed with your husband, basking in the few minutes of attention he'd be able to give you before falling asleep. "baby."

you wince at the pet name, one so foreign on his lips. one you so rarely heard, long lost in your college memories. you grimace as you turn in his hold, his hands now resting on your hips. "don't baby me, heeseung."

"don't heeseung me, y/n. i know something is bothering you, and whether it's tonight, tomorrow, or next week – i'm not letting you go to bed like this." he looks at you through tousled locks, his eyes speaking for him. just talk to me.

you shake your head in subtle disbelief, attempting to push past him when he pins you against the counter gently. "let me go, heeseung."

"not until you tell me what's going on." his voice is harsh, one he also rarely uses with you. heeseung was always gentle, soft-spoken. "i've been at work all day, dealing with shit i can barely stomach. i just want to come home and spend time with you. what's wrong?" he's starting to whine, and it does nothing but make your heart ache and your eyes sting with tears.

"i just want to spend time with you, without having to beg for it." you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid his gaze. "you remember everything, hee. i know you had to remember that tonight is date night." sighing, you peel your eyes open to a guilty husband watching you with his own tired ones.

"i'm sorry, honey. it really did slip my mind. let me...let me take a shower and we can go have a night on the town, okay?" he starts to walk away, fingers pulling at the buttons of his shirt when you clear your throat. "it's fine, heeseung. let's just go to bed." "no, let me fix this. we haven't had dinner, and we haven't spent time together in weeks." he slips his dress shirt off as he leaves your line of vision, and you just slump against the counter. he was right, and you hated that you knew he was. heeseung was always this way, though, shouldn't you be used to it by now?

yes, he was gentle and soft-spoken, with a touch of dirty humor and thoughtfulness that always made your heart race a little faster. your relationship was built on a lot of comfort and deep talks, ones that usually involved you unraveling yourself entirely just to get a taste of his own secrets. the two of you had met in college, about three days after the disappearance of his childhood best friend, cha soyoung.

heeseung was even more cold and stoic then, and wasn't interested in so much as even befriending you. he didn't really speak, which according to hs friends, was unnatural. they wound up being close friends of yours as well, thanks to park sunghoon. the seven of them also ended up working at the same precinct.

"heeseung talks...a lot. not as much as jay, but he's just going through a hard time right now." sunghoon had said as he sipped his drink, carefully chewing the tapioca pearls as the two of you walked. "it's not everyday your best friend of twenty years goes missing, you know?" you had shrugged, not really understanding what it was like. your parents had moved you around a lot as a kid, and it was hard to make friends until they finally settled when you got into your last year of high school. you had met sunghoon there, but only met the rest of your friends through him that following summer – except heeseung. he'd gone home with soyoung for the summer, returning to seoul for the fall semester at decelis university with her and your other friends. you still never spoke, until now.

you and sunghoon were swinging by his dorm to help pass out flyers.

"hey, hoon. y/n." heeseung spoke quietly as he opened the door, his eyes nearly swollen shut from crying for the past three days. your jaw dropped as you looked at his face, not at all recognizing the boy in front of you. sure, you'd only ever seen picures of heeseung but you knew enough to know that this...wasn't him. neither you nor sunghoon spoke as heeseung moved for the two of you to follow him, shutting the door behind you.

"how are you feeling?" sunghoon asked as he trashed his drink, your own now sweating on a coaster on heeseung's coffee table as the man gathered things around his dorm. you stood awkwardly as you swung your backpack onto the couch, opening it for heeseung to slide the flyers in when you saw him shake his head. "i don't feel much, actually."

sunghoon glanced at you, but your legs moved before you could think. you rounded the table to heeseung, who looked at your extended arms and empathetic eyes with cold ones. he'd set down the papers in his hands, fingers splayed across them momentarily before turning back ot you, awkwardly entering your embrace. your fingers easily found the nape of his neck, and his rigid form quickly softened as he breathed shakily into your shoulder.

"m'sorry." he mumbled as you felt a few tears soak through your shirt, and you just shook your head.

sunghoon also wound up wrapping his arms around the two of you. something about the way that heeseung's fingers clawed at your sides, and the way that he sobbed into your shoulder made you wonder how long he'd needed someone. someone to ease the knot in his stomach, someone to help him see that this was something that would be solved and everything would be okay again. someone to help him hop along until soyoung was found, and someone to leave when she inevitably took her place again.

that was six years ago.

you and heeseung began dating a year after that happened, a couple of months after the anniversary of soyoung's disappearance. the police stopped looking, ruling her case as a runaway. you and heeseung never stopped searching – you frequently asked cafe owners if you could pin missing posters on their corkboards, and even went door to door every few evenings asking if anyone had seen soyoung.

heeseung had made it to the side of the law, and often reviewed the case to see if he had missed anything. he never had – you had all hit a dead end. everyone's hope began to dwindle, but heeseung never let that sway him. he even asked the forensics department to make age-progression posters, and they did. you'd pinned those up, too.

he was strong willed, he was diligent, he was determined. you love heeseung, you love the person he is...

...but you hate that he can't leave his work at work. you hate that you get a crumb of his affection every few nights, whether it's his lips pressed against your cheek after dinner or his teeth nipping at your clavicle while hovering above you in bed. you hate that you find yourself longing for him even more than you did in college, despite now having him in the deepest way – as your husband, the person who loves you.

the man who shed a singular tear as he watched you walk down the aisle, the man who supported you when your career wasn't what you expected. the man who endlessly told you he loved you in ways that weren't so evident to the naked eye – like leaving the warm water for you and showering in the ice cold, leaving the last slice of cake for you. rubbing your feet while watching law and order with you on days he didn't work (read: on days you pried him out of the home office.)

heeseung loves you, you know that. you just can't shake the feeling that it won't be for much longer.

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The Parks

In which Sunghoon loses his mind thinking his wife is cheating.

Warnings: NSFW, switch!Sunghoon, switch!reader, cheating allegations, slight breeding kink, forced!cream creampie kind of? But like not really forced?

Sunghoon could feel something was up. And though he knew he hadn't been as present lately for his wife as he'd like to be, he knew he didn't quite deserve the cold shoulder he was getting either. He was busy with work, but that didn't stop him from trying. He'd run her a bubble bath when he got home, one of their favorite things to do together, but she'd decline joining him. He'd buy her little gifts, her only reaction being a kiss on the cheek and a small 'thank you'. He'd hold her close to him, kissing her neck and whispering 'I love you's. She'd respond with a quiet hum. She had only been acting this way for a week or two now, but it was driving him insane. In the almost year that they'd been married, they had grown inseparable. They told each other everything, so the way she was shutting him out lately made him uncomfortable. In fact, it was scaring him. Was she falling out of love with him? Was she planning on... leaving him? Was there someone else? The unknown was killing him. So, when he first noticed her behavior shift, he immediately went to work trying to fix things. Unfortunately, his idea of fixing things was to throw her birth control away and trick her into thinking he was at work when in reality he was following her every move. On this particular morning after she had fixed his breakfast and he ate, he couldn't help but notice her phone going off. He watched her eyes cut to the phone, a small grin on her face as she flipped it over so her screen couldn't be seen. Sunghoon felt his blood beginning to boil.

"Who's that?" He forced a fake smile.

"Huh? Oh, um... I don't know, I didn't check,"

"Might be important. You should look," He felt his jaw twitch in irritation.

"It's ok. I'll check it later." She brushed him off.

"Any plans for today?"

"Nope. Just a little cleaning. Are you done eating? Because you kind of have to go or you'll be late," She took his plate before he could respond before grabbing his jacket and keys, waiting for him by the door. He met her there, feeling more anxious than ever. He slipped his jacket on never once looking away from her. She kissed his cheek and turned away.

"Bye, have a good da-" She was cut off by Sunghoon gripping her by the arm, turning her back to face him. He looked deep into those beautiful eyes that he loved so much before smashing his lips to hers, kissing her with every ounce of love in him. He pulled a centimeter away from her lips before he spoke.

"I love you, Wife. With everything in me." She looked up through her lashes, a small smile on her face.

"I know you do. Now go to work, Babe."

I know. I know. That was her response. Sunghoon could feel his heart starting to race with fear as he turned and left. I know. Not, "I love you, too". His mind was so preoccupied he didn't even notice he had arrived at his car. He got in, slamming the door shut behind him in anger.

And then he waited. Ten minutes. Thirty minutes. An hour. When an hour and ten minutes has passed, that's when he saw her. She clearly was planning on doing more than just a little cleaning. She looked beautiful, as she always did, her hair and makeup done to perfection. Her outfit and heels accentuating her yummy curves. He watched as she gracefully dipped into her car before pulling off. He immediately followed her, ending up at a small but expensive looking café. She handed her keys to valet, before walking inside.

From his car, Sunghoon could see that it was pretty empty inside. He watched her confidently walk up to a table, her wedding ring sparkling as she laid a dainty finger on the shoulder of a man. The man stood up before embracing her, his smooth brown skin blending with hers. He hugged her tightly and warmly, like he had done so a million times before. The harder Sunghoon stared the more the man looked familiar to him, but he just couldn't figure it out. Especially with how his mind was flooding with rage. Sunghoon sat watching her for the entire time she was there. He was a ticking bomb as she smiled and giggled, playfully pushing the unidentified man in front of her. His fist balled as he watched the man pay their check, before digging into the pocket of his jacket and dropping something small and shiny into her palm. He saw her eyes light up as she hugged the man again, this time placing a kiss on his cheek. Sunghoon didn't see them as they waved goodbye to each other because he had already left. Sunghoon was fuming. He drove around in his car for hours, pondering over what to do. How could she do this to him? To them? Up until a little while ago, they had been very happy together. Sunghoon spoiled the fuck out of her, treating her like an absolute queen and giving her whatever her heart desired because he loved her more than anything. He kept her sexual appetite satisfied, as insatiable as they were for each other. She was his best friend, his favorite person and he was hers. He gave her everything she'd need to be happy with him. Or so he thought. He felt so lost, his heart aching at the thought of her cheating on him. He didn't know what to do, so he decided to go home. He walked in the house silently, making as little noise as possible. He could hear her rustling around in their bedroom, as she was talking to someone on the phone, so he stood near the door to eavesdrop.

"No, Sunghoon literally has no clue we're leaving," He peeked his head into the room, a gasp escaping him at the sight before him. She was zipping two huge suitcases closed, both stuffed so full that she had to sit on top of them.

"This is so exciting, but sneaking around behind his back is literally so exhausting. I can't wait to get out of here." Her voice faded as she dragged the bags into their closet before walking into their en suite.

"Ok, I'm gonna take a shower, but I'll call you later. Love you, bye," She could say she loved whoever was on the phone, but not him? He felt like he couldn't breathe. This was his worst nightmare come to life. Not only was she leaving him, but she was leaving to be with another man. Not on Sunghoon's watch. He sat in their chair by the window as the shower turned on. He was patient, as she showered, doing his best to stay calm. Their room was dark by the time she exited the bathroom. She hadn't noticed him, and he made no plans to make her aware of his presence yet. Her towel hit the floor, and he felt a twitch in his pants as he watched her lather herself in lotion. A dark grin spread across his face as the scent of her lotion filled the air.

"You smell good, Love," She screamed, spinning around quickly to face her husband.

"Sunghoon, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you scare me like that? And why are you in the dark?" She asked, walking over to turn a light on. When he didn't respond she stopped what she was doing to look at him. She couldn't quite place the expression on his face, but she knew he wasn't happy despite his grin.

"...You alright?"

"Come here," There was something about the look in his eyes that was freaking her out. But she did as told, sitting her nude ass on his lap. He gripped her chin softly, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Is there something you're not telling me, Wife?" He didn't miss the way her brows raised as she gulped nervously.

"I-I don't think so,"

"No? You sure about that? You've been acting different lately," His voice was so low and sexy and calm, she almost told him everything.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm going to bed-" She was silenced by his hand around her throat.

"You tired? I'm sure you must be exhausted, right? From cleaning?" She nodded wordlessly.

"Ok baby. I'll let you get some sleep. But first I'm gonna fuck you until you scream." He said quite matter of factly.

"N-not tonight, Sunghoon. I'm ovulating, and you know it gives me cramps so...." Sunghoon couldn't believe his fucking ears.

"Fine. Then I'll just eat my sweet little cunt, and that'll be it." She started to protest, but was stopped when Sunghoon threw her on the bed and ripped his shirt off.

He pushed her legs open roughly before settling in between them. His lips found her throat, sucking hickies all over for everyone to see. He could feel her fingers instinctively tangle in his hair as she arched, her tits pressing into him. He kissed down her chest, sucking her right nipple into his mouth while his fingers toyed with the left one. She moaned as he bit her hard little nubs, wondering why he was being so rough. He switched nipples, giving the other the same harsh treatment. By the time he had moved on, her chest had several reddish purple flowers blooming across it. He kissed down her tummy, doing his best to keep his anger trapped down. But how could he when there was a possibility that another man had seen, had touched what belonged to him? Just the thought made him feel like beating his chest and screaming. Sunghoon was the direct opposite of gentle as he folded her knees to her chest, gruffly demanding she holds them there. When she was positioned to his liking, he allowed his eyes to gaze upon her pussy. He was doing his best to commit it to memory in case she really did try to leave him. He'd always have their sex tapes, but being here in the moment with her, he tried to memorize her smell, the way she felt as he placed soft kisses on her folds, her taste, something he knew he'd crave and yearn for forever. He dipped his head, tongue slipping slowly through her folds until it found her clit. He lapped at it slowly, wishing this moment could last forever. Her back arched in pleasure, her soft moans filling the air.

"Feel good, baby? Nobody can make you feel as good as I do. No one." He growled, fingers replacing his tongue and rubbing circles on her clit. Her only response was pushing her hips into his face, looking for more friction.

"No other man on this planet can do to you what I can. No one else knows exactly how to touch you, eat you, fuck you like I do. How to make you squirt, and beg, and cry because it feels so fucking good. Only me." He whispered, lips encompassing her clit once again. He sucked her deep and hard, teeth grazing her sensitive button in a way that made her legs shake.

Sunghoon wasn't lying, or saying this to stroke his own ego. He was saying it because it was the truth. He was her first and only sexual experience, and he had put time and effort into experimenting and learning all the things that she liked. They had spent a countless amount of hours in this very bed discovering new ways to pleasure each other, and the results led to them knowing exactly how to satisfy each other in ways no one else could. Like right now, as Sunghoon ate her out he knew if he sucked gentler but faster on her clit, and fucked her slow with his fingers, she'd squirt for him. But if he sucked hard on her clit, and flicked his tongue over her sensitive bud her orgasm would be a slow burn, leaving her empty minded and shaking. He opted for a mix of both, flicking his tongue over her clit as he sucked it gently, fingers sinking deep inside her. He could feel her beginning to tremble as his fingers curled up, massaging her engorged g-spot.

"Look at me, Wife. Watch me make you cum in my mouth." He pulled away for half a second to speak before latching back on, his dick twitching aggressively as he felt her clit pulsing and throbbing in his mouth.

She whined weakly before craning her neck to look down in between her legs. She was greeted by the sight of his full wet lips wrapped around her bud, his pink cheeks hollowing as he sucked. His eyes... his eyes. She felt like he was staring into her soul with his intense gaze, and as she started to crumble and cum in his mouth, she watched his eyes roll back in his head at her taste.

"Sunghoooon, oh shit. Feel s'good, baby. Feels so fucking good, please, baby," She gasped breathlessly as he licked her through her climax. When he was satisfied he sat back and watched her, as she stared at him with hungry eyes.

"Who else can make you cum as fast and as hard as me, Love? Who else knows your body better than you do? Answer me."

"No one, Hoon. Only you," For the first time in two weeks, he felt a bit of relief.

"Baby? Aren't you going to fuck me?" Her greedy little fingers rubbed his happy trail before tugging at his belt.

"You said not tonight. Don't you have cramps from ovulating?" He asked knowingly.

"Well, Google says having an orgasm might help my cramps, so I changed my mind." He raised a smug eyebrow before slowly unbuckling his belt while he spoke.

"You want me to fuck you? How should I do it, baby? What position... Tell Daddy how you want him," That crazed look in his eyes was making her soak the sheets.

"How-however you want me, Daddy," She was shaking in excitement and anticipation.

"Hmm... good answer. You're gonna suck my dick first. Real nasty, messy, just how I like it. Then I want you face down, ass up, so I can watch that ass bounce while I fuck you. Finish in missionary so I can kiss you and look into your eyes while you're creaming on my cock. Sound good?" Her curls bounced with the force of her nodding her head.

"Words, baby. I need you to be vocal with me tonight. Tell me you want this, want me. Tell me you need me." Her head tilted in confusion. He knew she needed him. He had to know. But she obliged anyway.

"I want you, Sunghoon. And you know I always need you," She caught a glimpse of something vulnerable in his eyes, but it was gone in a flash. She caught on quickly, realizing that for whatever reason he needed to feel loved and appreciated by her tonight. She was more than happy to do that.

She crawled to the edge of the bed, her fingers batting his out of the way as she tugged his jeans and boxers off in one swift move. She rubbed his chest as he kicked them off to the side. As she looked at him, his pale skin glowing enticingly under the lights, she almost couldn't keep her mouth shut. She bit her lip, doing her best not to ruin his surprise. She had been planning something special for him for their one year anniversary, and keeping it from him was killing her. She distracted herself by placing sweet kisses on his public bone.

"You're so fucking sexy. I love you, Hoon," She had been bursting at the seams wanting to tell him everything, but honestly she had been avoiding him for the past two weeks. She confided everything in him, and the only way she could think to not ruin her surprise was to just not talk to him at all. His dick drooled in response, his cherry red tip aching to be sucked.

"Yeah? You love me, Babe? Only me?" She was completely confused by this, but she indulged him as she always did.

"Only you, babe. You know that already, don't you? I could never even think about another man when I have my hands full with you," She grinned cheekily but it did little to comfort Sunghoon. How could she lie to him so easily? And with a smile on her face at that. It pissed him off completely, so instead of responding he leaned down and held her chin in his grip.

"Open," She did so immediately, smiling internally as he spit in her mouth. Before she could swallow his saliva, the head of his cock was pushing past her lips. She looked up at him with round, doe eyes and it made his mind race. Had another man been in his place? Watching her pretty eyes water as she took his length into her throat. Had someone else got to see the way her tits bounced when he gently began to thrust into her mouth. Sunghoon was losing his mind. He did his best to ignore the thoughts racing in his mind and focus on her.

She was sucking him just the way he liked, sloppy and wet. He groaned at the feeling of her gagging on his length when he pushed in too deep. And he thought maybe she kind of deserved it for making him hurt so bad, so he did it again. And again. And again until he was fucking her face rougher than ever, her head trapped as his strong hands gripped her curls. He was forcing her to take as much of his length as he could get in her mouth, her nose brushing his pelvis as he tugged her forward.

"Fuck. Love you so much. Sucking my dick so good, just how I taught you," She hummed a moan in answer, the feeling making him shiver. She was such a good girl for him, her fingers digging into his hips as she gagged and choked around him. He couldn't live without this, without her.

"You're mine, baby. All mine. Forever," She couldn't tell if he was saying that for her or to reassure himself. Either way, she doubled down in her efforts to please, her tongue sticking out to flick against his balls on each inward stroke. His heart ached as he watched her gag and spit and choke on him. She was so fucking beautiful to him. And she sucked his dick with so much love. It was the final straw for Sunghoon, his abs tightening as he inhaled a sharp breathe. His nose and brows scrunched in tandem, his orgasm causing him to shake.

"Ughhhhh fuuuuuckk!" He groaned loudly, head falling back on his shoulders. She swallowed as much as she could, the feeling of her throat contracting causing him to leak out a few more spurts. When he finished, he pulled out of her mouth, feeling guilty at the way she started coughing in the aftermath.

"I'm sorry, Love. I-I don't know what's wrong with me. Was I too rough?" She waved him off, wiping the spit off of her face.

"It's 'k. Fuck me now?" She asked, her hoarse voice turning him on. She crawled back in the bed, flipping to rest on her elbows and knees. The way she was dripping assured him that it really was OK, so he climbed up on the bed behind her, lining himself up with her entrance. He pushed in in one thrust, gasping at how good and tight she felt. One thing was for sure, if she was getting fucked by someone else they were nowhere near Sunghoon's size. He wished he could get out of his own head because the only thing he was doing was pissing himself off. She moaned, pushing her ass back into him impatiently. Sunghoon was glad she was ready, because with the way he was fuming there was no holding back. He gripped her hips tightly in his big hands, pulling all the way out of her before roughly thrusting all the way back in. She squealed in surprise at the feeling of his warm, hard member exiting her hole and forcing its way back in. He kept it at a teasingly slow yet hard pace, teasing her until neither one could take anymore. He could feel her clenching around him, trying to keep him from pulling all the way out again, so he leaned over her, resting on his fists as he gave her what she wanted. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, as he took his anger out on her. It was on the tip of his tongue to bring it up right now, while he was buried deep inside of her, both stripped down to the most vulnerable state possible. But he knew he wasn't in the best headspace to talk. Was he not the best husband that he could be? Did he not do his best to show her that he loved and adored her endlessly? He was angry that she was hurting him like this, angry that she was entertaining even just the thought of another man. Before he knew, he was giving himself away.

"I'm so fucking mad at you," She moaned desperately, her head spinning at the dizzying pace he was rutting into her at.

"W- why- oh, fuck- why are you a-angry? Did I do s- something, oh, shit please, Daddy," He grunted back in response.

"You know what you're fucking doing. I - fuck- I hate you," He growled. The way her ass was bouncing from him thrusting had him staring down with hearts in his eyes. What if this was his last time seeing her like this in person?

"Are we r- role playing and I don't know it or some-th-thing?" She asked, and the thought of her playing dumb and acting like she didn't have a clue what he was talking about made him see red.

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. Shit. So close. I hope I get you fucking pregnant, I fucking hate you,"

"Ooh, Sunghoon. You know I'm ovulating, and I can't find my birth control, stop fucking playing before you actually get me pregnant." That's exactly what his plan was.

"I hope I do. I hope I get you pregnant so you can never leave me, fuck. I'm gonna fill you up over and over again until I put my baby inside of you."

"You better fucking pull out," Even as she said the words, her back arched just a little further, wanting him to cum deep inside of her despite the risk.

"Nooo," He moaned. "Gonna cum inside you. Plant my seed in this fertile little pussy, and make a baby." His hips stuttered into her ass once, twice more before he was thrusting in deep and spilling. She gasped at the feeling of his cum pumping inside of her, feeling his drooling tip slobbering on her cervix. She ground back into his length, working him through his orgasm.

"Sunghoon! Oh, babe. You weren't supposed to cum inside me like that, we're not protected."

"So what? Who cares if we get pregnant now? Huh? You stay fucking still so my seed will take," That was it for her. She sat up and whipped around to look at him.

"Sunghoon, why are you being such a dick to me? You nearly suffocated me with your dick down my throat, you didn't even make me cum just now, and you came inside me knowing we aren't protected. What's wrong with you?!"

"I didn't know you didn't cum. Sorry," He grumbled looking away. Her angry face softened as she looked at him. She knew he was troubled by something, and she wanted to know why. She reached out a hand to cup his face, frowning when he pushed it away.

"Babe, what's going on? Tell me what's going through your head," He knew if he told her that he knew she was seeing another man, she'd immediately be done with him, and as pathetic as it made him feel he wasn't ready to let her go yet. Even if she was cheating on him. So he didn't respond, instead pushing her to lay on her back, burying his head in her hair as he entered her again. The familiar scent of coconut oil in her hair soothed him, as he did his best to hold it together. Her walls were wet with his orgasm, and highly sensitive because she had never reached hers. He was slow this time, sensual. He tried to relay to her what he couldn't say with words. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tugging at his hair until he was looking at her.

"Whatever is w-wrong, we'll fix it. Together," He shook his head, as he could feel his eyes starting to sting.

"I hate you... don't leave me," Sunghoon buried his face in her neck, not wanting her to see the tears gathering in his eyes as he fucked her. But it didn't matter, because a sob escaped his lips, his tears wetting her neck. His hips settled against hers, unmoving, as his emotions got the best of him, his body slumped against hers as he cried.

"Please. I love you. Don't leave me, wife," He croaked out, and even though he hated it, he tearily told her everything. How he had followed her to the café and saw her with that man. How he had seen said man gift her something, how she kissed his cheek. How he heard her talking about leaving while she packed her suitcases. She looked at him with soft eyes as she wiped the tears away from his red cheeks.

"Sunghoon. Why didn't you just talk to me, baby? You could have saved yourself a lot of heartache. The person that texted me this morning and the guy that I met at the café is my cousin." Shit, that's why he looked so familiar. Sunghoon was pretty sure he had met him at their wedding. "And the thing he gave me was a key. He has an apartment in Bali that he's letting us use for a week for our anniversary. I was trying to surprise you, that's why I've been so quiet. I knew if I kept talking to you I'd spill, because I tell you everything. Those bags I packed are for both of us, and when you eavesdropped, it was just me complaining to my mom about how much I hated keeping secrets from you." He was quiet as he tried to figure out what to say.

"...This is so fucking embarrassing."

"Yeah, kind of."

"Not helping,"

"I'm not trying to help. You deserve to feel embarassed for acting like a jerk instead of just talking to me," He groaned, hiding his blushing face in her neck.

" 'M sorry."

"Did you seriously think I'd cheat on you? That I could ever want anyone else but you, Sunghoon?" Sunghoon felt absolutely ridiculous.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry, Love,"

"And you made me ruin my surprise. You know what? Pull out, Sunghoon. Now."

"No, I'm sorry, Babe. Don't make me pull out," He groaned sadly.

"Pull out. You're gonna eat me out until I forgive you," He perked up at that.

"Oh....ok, Wife. I'll eat- mmm, fuck- I'll eat you out until you forgive me." He moaned as he pulled out. He trailed kisses from her neck to her pubic bone, finally feeling like he could breathe again. A weight was lifted off his shoulders, and as he looked up at her from between her thighs he felt so much relief. He dipped his head low, wetting his lips with her essence and began his 'punishment'.

His head had been buried in her pussy for at least an hour, she'd lost track of how many orgasms she had and Sunghoon was showing no signs of slowing down. His nails were digging into her ass, creating little crescent indentations, but he was so far gone at this point that he didn't even notice. His eyes fluttered shut, brows furrowed in concentration. She wondered how long it'd been since he stopped for air as she took in his red cheeks. His mouth worked wonders on her. His lips felt so soft as they tugged and kissed on her puffy lips. His tongue was so warm, and she could feel every ridge and bump on it as he buried it as deep as it would go inside her hole. His nose brushed against her sensitive clit, causing her to whimper out a shaky moan. Something about that moan triggered Sunghoon, and he went from fucking her with his tongue to latching onto her clit. He sucked roughly around it, groaning to himself. As she felt his lips vibrate around her nub, her back arched and she released in his mouth for the millionth time. Her hands had trailed up to her breast, rubbing and pinching her nipples as she trembled under him. Her hole clenched tightly, desperately wishing she had orgasmed with him inside of her.

"Tastes so good, Baby. You forgive me yet?" As she looked down in between her legs at his face, she knew she couldn't wait any longer to have him in her again. His eyes were dazed, so drunk from devouring her pussy, and so in love with her. His nose, lips, cheeks, and chin were dripping with her juices. His lips were slightly swollen and pink, parted open as he gently gasped for air.

"No. Come lay down," He listened, laying flat on his back as she straddled him.

She kissed him roughly, desperate at the feeling of his hard member against her. Eating her out obviously turned Sunghoon on, and at this point he was so hard it hurt. So when she started grinding against his length teasingly, his hands flew to her hips to hold her still. But she was having none of it.

"I didn't say you could touch me. Move your hands," He did so albeit begrudgingly.

"Listen, Husband. You want me to forgive you, don't you?" She whispered seductively against his lips as she ground her cunt down into his dick.

"Yes," He whimpered.

"Then you're gonna be a good boy for me, and do everything I tell you to do. Aren't you?" Sunghoon could feel his tip leaking onto his abs.

"Y-yes, " The grin on her face was nothing short of wicked.

"Say it,"

"I'm gonna be a go-good boy for you," She rewarded him another kiss before she reached down, taking his dick into her hands and slowly sliding down onto him.

She grabbed his wrist in her small hands and brought them above his head, pinning him to the bed. She knew the power she was exerting was just an illusion, he was so much stronger than her, but he was so desperate for her forgiveness that he'd let her do whatever she wanted to him. As her pussy settled ontop of him, that evil glint in her eyes grew.

"You're gonna wait until I give you permission to cum. Understand?" He bit his lip, wishing so bad he could flip her over and fuck her until she cried.

"Yes, Love," That was all she needed to hear to begin her torture. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him in a way that made him feel sickly in love. And as sweet as her kiss was, the way she clenched her tight juicy cunt around him completely surprised him.

"Oh, fuck," He whispered against her lips. She tensed around him again, her hips beginning to gently rock into him. Again and again, teasing him until he was dizzy at the feeling of her walls sucking him.

She waited until his eyes squeezed closed before she went from gentle rocking to bouncing harshly in his lap. Her juices were raining down on his thighs, soaking him in her ecstasy. She rode up and down his length, hips grinding into his, as she hovered over him. After eating her through multiple orgasms, Sunghoon was so painfully hard that this was absolute torment. She could feel his dick repeatedly twitching within her, practically begging her to let him cum.

"Mmm I bet my pussy feels so good after eating me out for so long doesn't it? I bet you wanna cum inside of me so bad, Baby." He gritted his teeth so hard, jaw clenching tight.

"I can feel your head twitching inside of me. It feels so good. The way your dick curves to hit my g-spot so perfectly. Like we were made for each other. Gonna make me cum, Daddy," She moaned. She let go of one of his wrists, wrapping her hand around his throat.

"Touch me, Hoon? Rub my clit so I can cum on your cock,"

"What do good girls say?" He couldn't help himself.

"Please, Daddy?" His free hand squeezed between their bodies to touch her. As his thumb rubbed slow, hard figure eights onto her aching button, he tried not to think about how badly he needed to cum. Which was nearly impossible because she was riding him, and choking him, and her pussy was so wet, and fuck, this was the best and the worst punishment he had ever had to endure.

"Feels s-so... I...I can't," He stuttered. It only spurred her on. The thought of riding her husband until he was so fucked out and dumb he could barely form a sentence turned her on to no end. With that thought in mind she switched from riding him on her knees to her feet, tip toeing so she could ride him all the way to the tip. His abs contracted wildly as he tried to hold it back.

"Fucking me so good. Fucking me so good," He repeated. She was fucking him just how he liked, and he couldn't take it anymore as he watched her tits bounce with the force of her riding.

"Please let me cum, please? I'll never do this again, I promise. I can't fucking hold it anymore..." His entire body was trembling at this point. He looked down to watch her cunt swallow him up, her milky arousal leaking everywhere.

"I'm gonna fucking cum. You gonna be a good boy and cum with me, baby?"

"Yes, please," He begged breathlessly. "Gonna be your good boy and cum for you,"

His jaw dropped as he felt her walls suddenly clench tight around him as she orgasmed.

"Cummingggg. Cum with me," She whined. She crumbled in his lap, falling onto her knees as her hips bucked uncontrollably. He could feel her squirting all over his groin and abs, a loud squeal echoing in the room. Sunghoon took control, bucking his hips and fucking into her from below. His eyes rolled back in his head as he finally reached his release with her permission. His vision blurred as the tingling sensation spread throughout his body. He choked out a pathetic sob of pleasure, as her pulsing cunt guzzled each spurt of his orgasm.

"Sunghoon. Breathe, baby. Breathe through it," He sucked in a huge breath, so engrossed in his orgasm that he hadn't even realized he was holding his breathe. The tip of his dick was throbbing, so sensitive it almost hurt as it spit his seed into her cervix. He held her tight against him as his dick spasmed and ached and gushed within her tight hole.

"Fuck...fuck....ugh...fuck," He muttered to himself. His body slumped weakly into the bed in the aftermath of his orgasm. He looked up at her, thoroughly satiated, as she ran her hands up and down from his chest to his abs. He gave a quiet moan, eyes resting shut as she massaged him, finally at peace.

"Do you think..... I would ever.... be interested in another man.... when I've got you fucking me like this?" She panted.

"No," He replied.

"Aren't I a good wife to you? Don't I make you feel loved, and respected, and cared for? Don't I tell you how you're my soulmate? My best friend? My forever?" She was ready to talk now that they had fucked their anger out.

"Yes. You do. I'm sorry for thinking you'd ever cheat on me. I know I should've just talked to you, but I was afraid if I brought it up you'd say you wanted us to separate or something."

"We're best friends, Hoonie. You can talk to me about anything. You know that. And I know I was acting kind of different, but I promise you it was only because I was afraid I'd spoil the surprise. I'm sorry I made you feel like there might have been something else going on. But you have to know, Love, you're it for me. You've ruined me completely. I'll never want any other man for the rest of my life. Only you." He pulled her into a kiss, unable to stop the wide grin spreading across his face.

"Damn, you're down bad for me, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up, Sunghoon," He laughed against her lips, his heart feeling lighter than it had been in weeks.

"I love you, Wife."

"I love you more, Husband. And just for the sake of getting everything off of our chests, is there anything else on your mind, my love?"

"Uh.... Actually yes. About those missing birth control pills...."

To be continued...

YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL 😓

命运 ៸៸    ＰＯＬＬ ＴＩＭＥ      ꗃ

here’s a question for those of you who’ve seen my wip post …

for my next wip, the fic will take place in 2023 (dark blood era), in an au where the boys and mila never got together in 2021. now trying not to spoil anything, but let’s say, that mila meets a potential suitor, whether it be another idol (i will take suggestions for this) or a previous crush from the past… the question for you guys is this:

Me if i was the realest anon

i miss Sejun 😔😔

@silcry is this you?? no but in all seriousness same here 😞😞 fortunately he does have a few cameos in future chapters hehe 🤭🤭 he’s too much of an iconic oc not to have him feature in some more works you know 😉

Kevin Magnussen on the grid in Abu Dhabi with his wife and daughter ahead of his last race in F1

I will just pretend this doesn’t exist, sad ending 🔛🔝

✈︎ no it’s not

How could your forever be done when it barely started?

pt 2 of ‘our forever is done’

pairing : ex!sunghoon x fem!reader

warning + genre : light angst. second chances. miscommunication. hints of depression. swearing. happy ending. fluff. lots of crying from Sunghoon. exes x ???. riki is a menace.

wc : 3.6k

feat : yang jungwon. kim sunoo. lee heeseung. nishimura riki.

You stood still in front of your mirror, eyes nothing but a void of who you’ve been running from. Your unfamiliar eyes blinked once, twice, then a third time before the blur faded. They traveled down your face in an unstable line, pupil contracting against the bright light shining above you.

They momentarily stopped at your neck, your bare neck. A weird feeling crept in through the cracks in your heart, blossoming at the base of your neck. Ever since Sunghoon came into your life your neck had always adored a charm necklace, filled with whatever charms Sunghoon stumbled across. It varied from two skates, one for each of your sports, to his last names’ initial. A proud “P” standing in the center of it all, a beautiful exhibition of his love for you, his lasting love.

But like a tide it washed up as time passed. Sunghoon’s presence faded in your life in tune with the charm necklace you’d buried in an abandoned drawer, filled with the rest of his empty promises.

Your matching sweaters, matching shoes, matching jewelry, and his crumpled love letters. You wanted to burn it all, burn it until there was nothing but ash left. You’ve tried, you really did. After some convincing from your best friends you were able to assemble it all in a heaping pile outside, in the exact spot you laid curled in Sunghoon’s arms watching a fire burn just days before. Maybe you should've seen it coming, the unforgiving flames brushing against your skin once again.

The second you dropped the match, the second the heat left your fingertips you went tumbling. Hands rapidly patting at the fire that touched the smallest bit of wood. You hated how relieved you were, how your back slouched down as the grass tickled your neck. The sky shone down at you like every other day, whimpering apologies spilling from your mouth like sparks. At the time you didn't know who you were apologizing to, but there was nothing else to do but to let them ignite on your tongue. The charm necklace was laid still on your neck, witnessing the destruction of what was thought to be shared love. That was the last time you’d worn it, last time you’d had something around your neck.

A quiet banging came from your apartment's front door, echoing louder than it usually did. Without Sunghoon here your apartment felt empty, it was almost quieter than it was the day you moved in. It quickly dawned onto you that you were alone again. Sunghoon was always with you, you'd never thought there'd be a time where you'd have to learn to live without him again, alone.

Without wasting another second you began walking towards your door, absentmindedly walking without a care for anything around you. Usually you’d ignore the door knowing Sunghoon would answer it for you, claiming that it kept you safer because whoever it was would think that he lived there, not a girl in her early twenties. You pulled open the door wide, carelessly opening it without checking who it was.

Heeseung sucked in a sharp breath at your actions, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at the door in disbelief. He shared eye contact with Sunoo whose expression mirrored his perfectly. “You shouldn't open the door without checking who it was first”. Jungwon ignored their words and casually walked between the two and stopped in front of you, widely smiling at you in a greeting. “Shit, Sunghoon would kill me if he knew I made her open the door” Sunoo lightly nudged against Heeseung as he carelessly spoke the name of his friend, both pausing to gauge your reaction only to frown as you soulessly stood staring at Jungwon.

Jungwon’s smile stayed the same as you stared through him, the pain numbing his chest. “I missed you” He said quietly, smile still kissing his lips as you stayed silent. His hands lightly reached out to touch your shoulder, the touch bringing you to life. The three of them watched as you blinked then did a 360°, a small happy expression filling your face.

And for once it was genuine, you were actually really excited to see the three of them. It’d been a few weeks since you’d seen them, ever since you'd broken up with Sunghoon. “Oh, you guys are here” The sudden change slightly threw them off guard but they were still too hesitant to ask you about it. You smiled back at Jungwon, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you rested your head against his. A serene feeling travelled up from your waist as his hands wrapped around you, a small sigh leaving his lips as his eyes closed in your comfort.

You’d known Jungwon for your whole life, meeting as children after joining the same hockey team. He was your closest friend until you met your new close circle and he joined Sunghoon’s. “Okay my turn” Sunoo lightly grabbed Jungwon’s arm from around your waist, side eyeing the younger boy in mock disgust. “I missed you the most”. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, a loud tsk leaving the mouth of the youngest. Heeseung who still stood at the door finally realized that it was still open and leaned over to close it, as he was closing it he noticed a pair of men’s shoes sitting beside your own and froze. His eyes widened as his chest convulsed, his mind went straight to Sunghoon who refused to leave his apartment, unwarranted rage filled him the longer he thought about the possibilities.

“Um I forgot I had a private lesson today, I need to go” He gave you a tight lipped smile, eyes not meeting your own. Without another word he opened the door and left, accidentally slamming it on his way out. Without anyone knowing he was already speed walking out from your hall, shaky hands pulling out his phone and pressing on one of the pinned contacts. He was sent to voicemail the first time he tried, loud curses falling from his mouth as he attempted to call again.

After a few beeps he finally heard the lines connecting, “hello?” he tried after Sunghoon’s side stayed silent. “Hey” Sunghoon breathlessly said, his voice shaking as he spoke. Heeseung could tell that Sunghoon was crying, having heard this tone more than enough times this month. His anger grew, thoughts about you having a guy over only a month after your breakup, only a month after leaving Sunghoon. “She has a guy over” Heeseung could hear Sunghoon suck in a shaky breath, his breathing coming out in shorter intervals. “What?”

“There was a pair of shoes by her door, in the spot where you kept yours” Heeseung kept talking, his voice portraying exactly how he was feeling. After about three minutes of receiving nothing but silence he pulled the phone away from his ear in confusion, only to see that it was disconnected. “Shit” He swore out loud, head throwing back in frustration.

Back in your apartment you were talking with the other two on your couch, a small glass of ice water clutched between your hands. “I was wondering why you looked so different,” Jungwon hummed, his eyes scanning you until they reached your empty neck. A loud gasp left his lips as his hand shot up to point at you, “You're not wearing your charm necklace” you just gave him a thumbs up, which resulted in him speaking up again. “Or your rings” his gaze traveled up your arm, “Or your bracelets” he trailed off, looking over to see Sunoo glaring at him.

“Yeah, didn't need them anymore” You trailed off as your hand subconsciously came up to trace a faint P around where your necklace used to sit. The boys noticed your attention fading away, eyes staring into an empty space between the chair you were on and the couch where they sat.

The sound of a door creaking open made the two of them jump, confusion brewing as a loud yawn filled the air. “Y/n I forgot my bag in my car so i’ll just borrow yours” Sunoo casted Jungwon a panicked look after the manly voice called out for you from the end of the hall. Jungwon’s entire body froze as he glanced between you and the hallway where they heard the random person call out to you.

“Y/n?” Sunoo’s voice broke your haze, a quiet hum of acknowledgment leaving your lips. At his silence you looked back up at him, eyebrows furrowing as the amount of emotion flashing behind his eyes, “Um not to like make assumptions or anything but do you seriously have a guy over” Both yours and Sunoo’s attention went towards Jungwon, whose eyes widened the second the words left his mouth, “Not that you owe anyone anything! Like you're single now and can do whatever you want” he trailed off, lip pulling into his mouth, “Maybe just don't let Sunghoon find out”

As if the call of his name summoned him, Sunghoon came barreling into your apartment, still clad in his pajamas and the slippers matching the ones in the drawer in your room. His eyes were bloodshot red, mirroring the same reds that fell from the passing sunsets and kissed his delicate cheeks in desperation- in hope that it was all a miscommunication, that you still loved him in the same way he will always love you.

Your body shot straight up, feet stumbling as you rose to a stand. You all watched in shock as he rapidly looked around the room, eyes searching every corner in the room. Rage consumed him as his eyes made contact with a pair of shoes sitting exactly where Heeseung told him, it sent him spiraling. His mind ran like a broken clock, only one question remaining in his head long enough for him to spit it out with distaste. “Who the hell is here?”

To say you were thrown off was an understatement because what the hell is your ex, Park Sunghoon, the man who lied to you throughout your entire relationship, who built your love on the ruins of his fabrications, doing in your apartment seemingly accusing you of something he lost the power to many weeks ago. “Excuse me?” The shock was apparently extremely evident in your words, which only angered the taller man even more.

“You’re cheating on me?” His voice cracked, hands coming up to rest around the back of his neck for stabilization. Your jaw dropped at his words, a bitter chuckle leaving your mouth in disbelief, “Cheating? Sunghoon, we’ve been broken up for a few weeks now”.

His hands fell from his neck, eyes moving up from the unknown shoes to stare into your eyes, his entire world freezing as he traced your face. Even when you’re at your worst, he still thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Your wide eyes staring into his, not a single ounce of love visible. His heart hurt, hurt for what he did to you, hurt for what he did for your future. Before he could respond he heard the door of your room opening, his jaw clenching as his eyes narrowed.

Without another second Sunghoon began marching down your hallway, straight towards the unsuspecting boy coming out of your room. Jungwon and Sunoo both jumped to their feet after they saw where he was going, both running behind him.

The man in your doorway paused, the towel that he was using to dry his hair went limp on his hair as his fingers froze. His wide eyes flickered between Sunghoon, the two boys holding onto his arms, and you leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway. Sunghoon didn't recognize the boy through his poisoned vision and tried to jump at him only to be pulled back by his arms by the two boys holding him.

You rolled your eyes as you watched Sunghoon scream at the innocent boy who was rapidly trying to explain himself, arms wrapped around himself as he flinched with every movement that Sunghoon made. “Y/N HELP” The boy with the towel still on his head screamed as Sunghoon managed to wiggle one arm free.

You calmly walked up to the four of them, standing in front of the boy who called for your help with a loud huff. “Great, now you’re protecting him” Sunghoon scoffed as he freed himself, arms crossing over his chest as he continued burning holes into the man cowering behind you.

“Sunghoon, what are you talking about?” You incredulously questioned, facial expressions pulling up to express your emotions clearly. Sunghoon’s face softened as his looked back at you, even after he was hurt by you he still couldn’t gaze at you with anything but love.

“Baby- fuck sorry, Y/n” He quietly swore as he shook his head, lips pulling up as his eyes screwed closed, “Y/n, are you doing this to punish me? Being without you was enough, stop torturing me”

Everyone in the room looked at eachother, all holding the same face of disbelief. The tall boy behind you stepped back into your room, “damn, lil bro thinks he’s all that” he spoke a bit too loud which prompted Sunghoon to jump at him again. “Riki, shut up” the tall boy, who was now identified as Riki, let out a loud scream as he slammed the door closed.

Sunghoon tried to pry the door open to no avail since Riki locked it from the inside, “shit, lost your girl and you can’t even get me. That’s real tragic man." It was like Riki was asking to get his neck twisted by Sunghoon.

“Someone needs to call his mom” Sunoo now recognized the boy as the kid who lived next door. “Why‘s Riki here anyways? Doesn’t he live on his own next door?” Everyone was now looking at you for an explanation, Sunghoon unknowingly holding his breath.

“Yeah, he forgot his apartment keys at the gym yesterday so he came over to crash” Jungwon let out a loud ah, head nodding as he processed your words. “Why was he in your room?” Sunghoon still wasn’t fully convinced, his eyebrows pulled up as he stared at the locked door, “he’s not allowed in there”.

You quirked your face to the side, eyes challenging your ex, “oh yeah? I think I can have anyone I want in there, yanno since we’re over”

Sunghoon groaned out loud, turning his head to the side as he addressed the two boys standing behind him, “leave for a minute, I need to talk to Y/n” Sunoo tsked at his demand and grabbed Jungwon to pull him into the living room.

Sunghoon watched the two of them walk away, confirming that they were out of ear reach before turning back towards you. He opened his mouth to speak but a loud bang against the door behind you interrupted him. “Shit, that hurt” You both could hear Riki cursing from behind the door, giving away his spot.

“Fucking eavesdropper” Sunghoon complained loud enough for the younger to hear, and by the silence that followed he knew he heard him. You reached your hand out to wrap around Sunghoon’s, both your hearts racing at the contact.

Sunghoon quietly sighed in bliss, the feeling of your hand wrapped around his, giving him a euphoric feeling that he hasn’t felt since you’ve broken up. He allowed you to drag him, feet stumbling as his body weakened upon your touch.

The boys used to tease him about being pathetic around you, stumbling over his words and blushing whenever you smiled at him. He would do anything to go back to how you were, just a bit different this time. All he needed was a second chance, a chance to prove that your forever hasn’t even started.

The two of you reached the door leading to your patio, situated at the end of the hallway. The cool air blew across your faces as you stepped out, the tiniest bit of heat kissing your exposed legs as you neared the hot tub.

You tried to sit down at the end of the hot tub but was slightly pulled back due to Sunghoon staying up. You looked up at his, and then down to your hands. You loosened your fingers, attempting to pull them out from your shared hold.

Sunghoon tightened his fingers around yours, refusing to let go. He refused to look into your eye as he bent down, using one hand to undo his shoes and pull off his socks.

You shook your head as he sat down directly beside you, his side glued to your own as he put his feet down into the water. You scootched over thinking he accidentally tumbled into you, only for him to follow your lead by pressing himself against you again.

“You’re so annoying” Sunghoon looked up at you with big eyes, mouth opening upon being caught. “I’m just in love” he tried saving himself, a clear defensive tone biting at your heart.

You didn’t respond and just looked down at the water, moving your feet to create small ripples on the surface of the hot tub. Sunghoon followed your lead, purposely bumping the side of his leg against yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The heartbreak was clear in your voice, prompting Sunghoon to freeze, his feet becoming still.

“It wasn’t the actual bet that hurt the most, but your dishonesty” You countinued, voice breaking as you tried remaining strong. You looked up at Sunghoon, his watery eyes staring at your face. “I don’t know if I would be able to trust you again”

It was like his world came tumbling down, heart breaking all over again as your words manifested the tears in his walls. “I didn’t mean to lie…” He trailed off, throat contradicting against his words falling from his mouth, “I didn’t want you to leave me after finding out” a loud scoff left his mouth as he let go of your hands. “But you did anyways.”

You let Sunghoon attempt to comfort himself, noticing that his hand that was holding yours moments before was now rubbing small letters into his leg. He was doing the same thing to himself that you used to do while comforting him, rubbing small messages into his leg.

It hurt you all the more after realizing his actions. It became clear to you that even though he lied about the way your relationship started, his love for you was anything but. He loved you with his whole heart, his chest beating for you. You halfheartedly meant your earlier words about not being able to trust him again, because out of everyone in the world you would never trust someone as much as you would Sunghoon.

Trust came in more ways than just promises. It came in the way he refused to let you answer your door. In the way he showed up to all your games no matter the distance. In the way he hyped you up to everyone, your name leaving his mouth in every conversation. It came in the way your body responded to everything he did, in the way it caved in on itself seeing him in pain.

You knew Sunghoon regretted hurting you, it was evident enough in the thousands of missed calls, ignored messages, and unanswered voicemails. “But I don’t regret the bet” there it was, the icing on the cake.

“If I didn’t take the bet then I wouldn’t have met you, I wouldn’t have fallen in love. I wouldn't have met you, the person I want to be with for the rest of my life” Sunghoon was crying to himself, his fingers pressing harder into his knee as the letters became more obvious. He was unconsciously writing your name into his leg, “I wouldn’t have met my person, my Y/n.”

You pulled the sobbing boy into your arms, pulling his hand off his leg to wrap around your shoulder. “I’m so sorry my y/n, please forgive me. I love you so much I promise, I love you more than anything” His tears soaked through your sweater as you pressed a small kiss on his hair, hand rubbing against his back.

“I know Sunghoon, we will be okay” His head snapped back, an evident pout on his face, “we will?” he couldn’t help the excitement from creeping in. You nodded at his words, “Only if you promise to tell me everything” he rapidly nodded, eyes gleaming as a loud giggle left his mouth. “I promise”.

Without the two of you knowing, the three boys were pressed against the glass of your patio door, “What a baby” Riki scoffed as he watched Sunghoon lean into your hands as you wiped his tears. The other two boys laughed at his words, nodding in agreement, “you don’t even know the half of it”

They watched the two of you smile at each other, Riki nodding as he watched you tease Sunghoon “They will be okay” Jungwon smiled at Riki’s words. They all turned to walk away after seeing the two lean in for a kiss only for Jungwon to freeze in place, a loud gasp leaving his lips.

“How did Sunghoon know you were here?” Sunoo was now the one gasping, his hand going to his pocket to pull out his phone. “Heeseung hyung must have seen Riki’s shoes”

Riki laughed out loud, “No way, he came because he was jealous of me? Best day of my life”

@ LVLYHANNI do not plagiarize, translate, copy or repost

wrong person right time-L.HS

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!!,angst(idk how much),sex,unprotected sex,name calling,mentions of cum

wc; 4.5k words

For; @heesquared

If you could count,it has been exactly 4 years,2 months,and a solid 3 days,ever since you last saw,or heard from him, got a last proper kiss from him, got to hold him in your arms,and its been way too long since you both ignored the random show going on the background and just focus on each other’s pleasure. You, for sure missed all of it. Every small details of when you were together came rushing down your mind. It was still fresh on your mind how it all ended. You downheartedly sat in the car,with Heeseung,who was appreciating the outside view,with his hands on his lap. You weren’t sure where to look at all. Your mind was screaming for you to go and just say hi,the first words you ever would’ve spoken to him that day,but you stayed quiet,the courage inside you slowly breaking down into uncountable pieces. But it all came to a halt when heeseung spoke up,”did you eat anything yet?”. You were hesitant to answer. What could you say?that you had been on an infinite diet,scratch the times where your friends forced some nutrients down your throat because you were in a spiral of depression?that you were a total wreck?that you didn’t have the heart to eat without him? Your silence was killing him from the inside. He couldn’t help but still worry about you. Your well being. If you ate or not. If you slept soundly or not. If you still…love him or not. You being quiet at his question,made him feel like he was overstepping the boundaries which were never there when it was all lively. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable around him, this one last and first time being with you,he would rather get humiliated in a full setting rather than making you feel uneasy, He was that serious about you. So he just muttered a small ‘whatever’ and went back to sightseeing. The tears were really stinging your eye,threatening to fall.But you acted quick and grabbed a napkin from your purse,wiping the unnecessary droplets of water. The motion caught Heeseung's eyes. Oh how badly he wanted to make you sit on his lap and hold you close to his heart,knowing his heartbeat calms your cries down,and strokes your hair. However,it took all his willpower to not do that. He couldn’t do that anymore. But,it was just only going to last for an hour or two,so why not just….calm you down? Your hands were clutching onto the cloth’s material like it was the only thing you had at that moment,until,you felt a sudden warmth engulf your fisted hands.heeseung

Opting to move your hands,you couldn’t…like at all. It seems to have frozen both you,and the time around you and heeseung,who was now rubbing his thumb above your knuckles in a soothing manner. “Is this ok?” he asks,not patching his eyes up with your softened gaze yet. Of Course it is. It always has been. You can even tell me to sit on your lap and cry my heart out,I would do that. You know I would.

You just nod,and he acknowledges. You both fall into a pit of silence after that,not knowing what else to do anymore after. 

When you got out of the car,Heeseung wished he could at least kiss your forehead before the last hearings were announced. And that you both would officially part your ways as what once you both believed to be called eternal love. His breathing seemed ragged and unstable as he signed the papers. He couldn’t believe this day would be left to be ever imagined,let alone be witnessed. It was all like a hallucination when he saw you signing it too…with a tad bit more tears escaping your eyes. All this happened while haera was outside,playing with your mom in the car,who was just as equally as sad as you were about this decision. But she had to stay strong for both you and her granddaughter. She waited till you got back,and drove you both home. “Do you want to go to my place y/n?I cooked your favorite” your mother offers when she sees you sucked too much into your phone. And she could tell you were looking back on the memories your phone held. Knowing you won’t reply much,she just sighed and took the matter in her own hands. Haera had been asleep the whole ride,for which she’s very energetic when you all reached home. “Here you go” your mother’s voice chimes in as she sets a plate of your favorite dish and places a fork beside it. “So….” “Hmm?” you reply taking a bite of your dinner,in which you had zero interest in as of now,mind filling in the thoughts of certain someone. “What’s your plan on going back to your place? Have you and hee talked about it yet?” At the mention of his name,you stopped eating and kept the fork down and looked at her. “We both agreed on getting our own places earlier when the lawyer was contacted and yori said she would let me binge in for a bit before i could work again and get a room for myself” “Will that be good for you?i want to keep haera with me for a while as well..” she says as she looks over your shoulder,to the child who was know focused on her crayons and drawing stick figures. A part of you wanted to say yes. Because it would definitely be not ok,in a situation like this,for heeseung to come and visit his daughter while you’re around. It was already awkward between him and you,it was more than enough to not create such an environment for your daughter. You didn;t want to face heeseung for now,and not for a month or two..you needed to get back on your feet again,you had to put yourself and your daughter first this time. “It’s okay mama,i can manage it,yori even said she hadn’t met my daughter for a while,it will be fine” you assured her the best you could. At least,it would be less awkward when yori would be with you if heeseung strikes a visit… 

“And..what if he visits?” “Just tell him where i am beforehand of his arrival,it would be better” “Oh okay love”

After moving in with yori,you couldn’t stop thinking about him. If he were here,he would pick you up out of the blue,just to tell you he loved you alot. If he were here,he would not waste a single chance of stealing kisses from your lips…If he were here..he would never…hesitate to bury his cock all the way to your womb,filling you up till he was satisfied…

You still remember how faint his voice was on your years,moaning and whining,just by bottoming out in a hurry,his hips in a halt because of how tight your walls would squeeze him. He would chant your name over and over again as he would notice the bulge of his twitching length inside you. How fun it was for him to apply pressure down the place under your navel,seeing you squirm under him  and scream his name repeatedly. He would never stop his assaulting thrusts till you cream his cock good,only you could milk his cock the best.and he would- Mere thoughts like this were interrupted when you heard the doorbell ring. So you went to the door,opening it,only to reveal..your ex husband..yours and his child in his grip.

Your mind went blank at the sight of his appearance. You were not expecting a surprise at this hour of the day. But to your dismay,it was never meant for you as his eyes went directly went to his daughter who was hugging her dad,almost asleep because of the journey she had to get here,to you. You and Heeseung shared the duty of taking care of your child in turns.He would pick haera up for a week or two,given that the distance between you and him got a lot wider,and would drop her off to you at the end of his shifts when he could. You did the same. Your daughter couldn’t help but giggle when he started kissing all over her face playfully. The scene alone made the butterflies wilder in your stomach. He was always gentle and kind with kids. No wonder kids like him. No wonder kids want a dad like him. Your daughter was just as lucky as you were.. heeseung asks her“be good to mommy okay?i’ll take you to a playdate next time,only you and me okay cotton ball?” Your eyes were focused on his way,and your mind kept recalling the words that just came out of his mouth. He was just being nice. He was just being nice. He was just being nice.

She nods earnestly,and earns a head pat from the man,who just smiles at her answer. “Can you wait for me a bit?i have to talk to your mommy,you’re my angel girl,we’ll go to the slides right after okay?and we can get any ice cream you’d like” he says as he pinches her nose softly,not too hard at all.Her eyes instantly lit up at the offer,she looked so happy and agreed,going back to her plushies,playing with them. The breath you had been holding out for who knows how long,eventually escapes as you see him walking towards the door…Should you ask him to stay back for a bit long?Would that be too indecent?would it look selfish for you to hold him back..?what would he think about it? “Heeseung-” 

don’t say it… He turns on his heels after stopping midway,his eyes finally falling on your figure ever since he got here. It’s not like he was apparently disgusted by your presence,it was just that he didn’t have to break down right then and there,infront of you,believing that you wouldn’t be there to rub his cheeks and wipe his tears for him anymore… “Yes?” Don’t you dare….know where you are now “Would you mind if-umm..” Anything else but that…please “What is it?” Dammit he’s being all soft again..his voice…

“A k-kiss-” ………. “It’s okay if you don’t want it-i understand i was just spewing random shits-” “We can’t….it’s not like it used to be anymore…i’m sorry” Oh….if him ignoring you earlier didn’t break you,this kind of did…like..a major damage to your hopes. Your eyes started to sting alot and before you knew it,tears gushed out..And what happened to be the softest touch you could remember,it was just a tissue paper,with none other than heeseung holding it under your eyes for you…He was not the person who loved you anymore..He was trying to be different. “Please stop crying,haera might worry later and i would lose my dignity as a dad” he tried to joke it out,tried to be sure that you didn’t hear his voice breaking,and he might have succeeded but it didn’t help your tears at all. He wished he still could just at least hug you.His heart was begging for him to just go forth and engulf you into the world's tightest hug,whisper how much he missed your presence,the scent of you,your everything… You do the work for him when you finally shatter and clutch onto him,finally crying in his arms… his breathing just got shakier than ever as he just hesitantly moved his arms up,but not fully hugging you.His chin,now placed atop your head as he inhales a deep breathe,having to have gotten over a big pressure off his chest…all just for a hug he didn’t know he needed..ever since you both got divorced. When your cries seem to have calmed down,he carefully navigates his eyes down to look at you,not caring anymore if it affects him or not…he just needed to see any bits of you. He had to. Or else his heart would go crazy. The moment your red and puffy eyes went up to his face,you caught him staring right back at you. The air suddenly feels too thick to even move a muscle among the two of you. You’ve never felt this much warmth ever since he walked out of your life,leaving him to feel the exact same. But this all was wrong. “Even if you look at me like that,I cannot” he says while holding you firmly. “Just once,i promise i won’t ever bother you about it……please” Bother….it never had been any ounce of what you just claimed to be as a bother. He would kiss you in a heartbeat,you knew that too. But the weight on his heart felt a lot heavier. It was just a kiss…but was it like old times?not at all…he couldn’t see it like that at all. You’re existence and the recalling of the divorce was distracting him from everything he had. “Fine..but only once.okay?after that,i leave” “H-hmm,okay,thank you for consid-” He captures your lips in the most delicate and the softest way possible,still worried if he crossed any non-existent boundaries. But the way you can feel the heat of his body radiate to yours completely,you don’t know what to focus on anymore. His lips had always felt this moist and soft whenever you both shared a kiss. It would always end up with you being on his lap. Your hands,as if it was a reflex,worked their way up to the back of his neck,pulling him closer. Heeseung didn’t seem to care anymore,finally having your lips on his after a whole year,and he felt like he could kiss you forever,hold you close like this,rip the paper into pieces.

His hands started lifting up your cardigan,feeding his fingertips in to feel the bare skin underneath the layer of clothing,making you sigh as you felt his cold touch on your waist.

Somehow, he can’t help but ponder silently about all the times he had been craving nothing but your touch,only for you to not be there,crave how you would sit on his lap and paint his face all red with your newly bought lipsticks,telling him how much you loved him,adored him,and cherished him,only for you to leave all that and walk on a path of your own. And now,he has a stable life now,he knows how to balance his work life and spending time with his daughter,he was contended with how his pace was,he was recovering from everything……

Unfortunately for you, his mind quickly took charge of him as he abruptly pushed you away. He couldn’t be in here..with you anymore without getting carried away. He needed to be out of here as he started to feel the urge to completely turn into a putty for you. 

“I should go now,i’m sorry for getting carried away” he says as he turns to leave Please stay hee…I need you so much…

As if he had telepathic powers,his instincts told him to run back to you,and he did. “Fuck it” he hastily ushers as he basically runs to you and lightly picks you up while connecting your lips with his in a hungry kiss. He couldn’t take it anymore.His lips work wonders as he swiftly licks your lower lip making you gasp,easily earning access to slide his tongue in. He makes sure to devour every corner of your mouth,not caring about the way your teeth clash. He doesn’t give you enough time and backs you up to the nearest wall. 

Gently, he places you on your feet,your small frame now caged in by his broad one. His eyes looked down to where your thighs were rubbing together in anticipation. “Fuck look at you”

“We need to go somewhere more private” he says, not even bothering to guide you to the nearest bathroom he could find. He leans in and kisses you again,a bit harder this time,hands instantly moving down to grope your rear cheeks,caressing them. You moaned at the contact of his perverted touch against your skin but you craved this so much…. 

“Needed you so much too angel,been such a mess ever since…do you feel that way too?” “Yes hee,been wanting this for so long…couldn’t think of anything else but you” you confessed,your words earning a chuckle from the latter. 

“What was I doing to you in your mind,hmm?”he asks as hands are now under your cardigan again,snaking up to your chest. His hands molded perfectly with your breasts as he gave them a light squeeze. Moaning at how good it felt,heeseung looked pleased by your reaction. He wanted to do more,and he is going to do more before he starts regretting where he is right now. “Gonna fuck you so good” he says as he unbuckles his belt and ties your wrist with it,behind your back. The action sends your mind in a frenzy as you felt his tongue licking a fat strip on your neckline. He dragged it down to your collarbone,sucking onto the bone and showering the area with his love bites. “Tastes just like it used to– fuck can never get enough of this” the taste of your skin melts in his tongue as he completely lets himself go. His hands quickly drop down to grab your hips and turn you to face the mirror in front of you. The sight was oh so pleasant,your pussy gaping and clenching on nothing but air,waiting and begging to be filled,stuffed,abused,reddened. You would take anything from him. His fingers,his tongue. But nothing would satisfy you the way his cock does.

“Pretty girl tell me where should i put it?guide me” his voice got more raspy as he looks at the mirror,eyes totally enchanted by the way your face looks so wreckable. He could just stuff your mouth with his cock but that's not what you wanted now,he knew very well how to please you…how to have you begging for him to do more than just using your face to get off.he knew you better than yourself.. “A-ass,want it in my ass–” you whined out as you felt the tip of his length rubbing up and down from your butt hole and your leaking hole,teasing each one at a time,watching you hiss whenever he playfully pushed in the tip on either. “As my girl wishes”

Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion in your very small and tight hole,his raging cock penetrating past the tightness and the heat hugging his meat deliciously. It was so much that he had to halt his hips,feeling like he would be pushed out before he could even bottom out properly. “Never been so tight,fuck– you’re gonna be the death of me i swear–loosen up a little” his lips purse as the pleasure of your walls smear over his senses. And when he finally pushes in more of his girth,he can’t help but moan when you suddenly open up for him,taking him to the brim. “That's it,open up for me–let me give you what you want”Your mind was all over the place as he started moving,grabbing a hold of your hips. He pulled you back into his length,your hole getting wider each time he thrusted up. It was something in you,you didn’t know,needed to be fucked like this,with the chances of being caught by anyone,yori or even your daughter. His hips jerked up to yours,on loop as he led his hands up,bending down on you to capture your nipples in his torturing hold. He flicks it over and over. You can’t help but moan louder each time he rams right into your spot,so fucking perfectly he could die for this to happen over and over again. You looked so beautiful like this. All blown out,so pretty just for him. His palms move to your thighs,feeling the soft skin as he uses them as a leverage to plough into you even more. In between your thighs,your slick coats his dick to the right amount as it slides back in and out with the urgency to feel you even more. Heeseung thought he was living in a dream. You were chanting his name like he was doing yours. He moves your bended figure to the closed door of the bathroom. Your palms now flat against the wood as he fucks up to you. His eyes watch you lovingly as you try to blur out the obscene sounds coming out of your mouth but he smiles when he realizes the sounds down there are never doing you justice. “Be fair baby,let those tiny gasps out,come on”he demands, issuing a harsh thrust which aims enough to form a small bulge in your stomach. He almost succeeds in making you moan out loud. Your eyes roll back as he does so,telling him to go faster. He turns you around and rakes your thighs up with a bruising grip around them,lifting your ass up a bit for him to shove it in more easily.  That for sure would leave a great noticeable mark. And you’d love that. Wrapping your legs around his torso,all while his dick still inside you,he wastes no time in repeating his motions again. But only this time,his lips are desperate to find yours. Biting any piece of flesh his lips find,he keeps licking and sucking your lips. Giving you the messiest and dirtiest makeout you could ever have. Strings of saliva connect you both as he takes a moment to breathe,mouth open,eyes bewildered by your appearance. He couldn’t stop sliding it in,he got meaner about his thrusts as each second passed by,making you moan uncontrollably as you just stay there,being held and fucked dumb by your ex-husband. He’s so good with his hips that you don’t even notice his fingers teasing your other hole. “Think you can take it?bet you can’t and i don’t care if you can or not”he whines as he forcefully pushes in two of his digits in your cum hole,the thumb being left out to rub the nub. He does it so effortlessly,fuck your ass and penetrate your pussy at the same time– it all was too good for you Your starts clenching on his fingers and his dick,was as equal with it’s pace,not slow at all. He was so close,he could feel it. Eyes in a trance as it only saw fuck her fuck her fuck her soo good she can’t stand for days. You cried out at how good he was being to you. Giving you his cock,abusing your cervix like he owns it,slapping your ass countless times…

“Baby i’m gonna cum–it’s too warm and tight f’me–shit y/n!” his whines got louder as he felt his high approaching. “Could fuck you like this every goddamn day if you’d let me–feels like heaven in here–fuck”

You could only moan at how precise he was with what he wanted,and he wanted you to shower his dick with your juices. He wanted you to lose your mind over how good he made you feel. He wanted you to cum so much that it would push his cock out of your hole itself. It was getting too addictive in there,he wanted you to make sure you were left all used,broken and only for him to fuck anytime and anywhere. After all you were his fucking woman. “Should i cum in your ass?your back?your mouth?your pussy?” “cum in my mouth please–” “C’mere” he quickly pulls out and brings your face down to his cock,forcing it in your mouth. Your jaw hung only loose at his demanding hands. He fists his cock,stroking it fast,the tip flush pink and ready to shoot his seeds right down your throat. “Take it take it-take all of it-fuuckkkk!” Hot spurts of cum get in your mouth,your face and your chest as he keeps jerking off to his hands,chest heaving up and down slowly as the post orgasm breath gets taken in by the both of you. His eyes look warily,of any signs of negativity in your face,noting that there’s none,he collects his pants and retrieves his belt from your wrists,eyes not surprised when he catches a slight bruise over there. He felt sorry for hurting you like that…or even when he mindlessly took you by your ass… But it all was a one time thing-you just wanted any type of solace,and he only gave you what he could. He prayed you won’t take the words he said prior to him finishing in your mouth,to heart. He would feel guilty if he was the reason your feelings resurfaced again,he couldn’t risk that to happen. His eyes watch you now,but there only a hint of sadness in them now,as he knew if he walked out,it would be only him again…But that’s what is the best for the both of you. Things like this happen hee,just walk out….it’s ok

Millions of words could have been said to each other if only he just cupped your cheeks and told you he loved you always and forever,if you replied with a kiss on his cheeks,letting him know you both would work it all out again. It would have even worked out if you both had cried it out to you heart’s content,being in each other’s arms..But he was scared..scared that it would end up happening again. One time was more than enough to shake him up completely as a man. 

Haera reminds me of you so much….it hurts,love The only words which made up to your ears before you watched him leaving you alone….again,was

“I-i will be back next week,y/n”

Tulips bloom in our tears

🌷 a series where you and riki love each other in every life. [inspired by nessa barrett songs]

in your first life you promised riki that you would love him the same in every life, and he promised he’d love you forever. what you didn’t know was that the gods heard your promises, and they cried for you. your fate in that life was already decided, you were born to die early, and he was born to live forever. the gods tears fell from the clouded abyss, disguised as rain. they cried for the wandering boy, the boy who couldn’t get in. they wished for a miracle, oh and what a miracle it was. the couples fate was changed, they would meet and fall in love all the same in every life. who knew all it took was a wish on the tears, the everlasting tulips bloomed in the holes of their melancholic love and created their own heaven.

but why does it seem like most of them end in tragedy

their first life

now playing : i can’t get in

↳ “what if i can’t get in? how will i see you again?”

everyone told him that he will get over it; that he will get over you. but they don’t understand, no one ever does. they say he’s wasting his life mourning over someone who won’t come back, that he needs to move on. they don’t understand that you were his life, and when you died everything he loved about himself died along with you. you were the thing he loved the most about himself, and without you everything is black and white. no matter how many times he tried to get to you, he never could.

🤍🩵

their second life

now playing : i’ve never loved you more

↳ “we can pretend that this didn’t happen”

he tried his best, he always did. but sometimes his best just wasn’t good enough for you. you knew he was busy with his career, but you didn’t sign up to have a part time boyfriend. he wanted to be there for you, it was just hard. you knew he didn’t understand, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. he never knew about the obvious hourglass, and he especially didn’t know about how it was almost completely out. he was too late, he’s always been bad at time. even the sand didn’t wait for him, how could he expect love to? all you wanted was to be loved by him, i guess we can’t hold other people to our own expectations.

🤍🩵

their third life

now playing : you’re more than beautiful, you’re mine

↳ you’re lucky that you’re pretty”

after hearing his label mates new song riki decided to show her that there’s more to her than her body. he’s heard of her, everyone has. she’s untouchable, with visuals that rival the beauty of the night sky. she’s everywhere, her face plastered on every billboard and bus alike. her voice sounds from every platform, her velvety voice attracts the ears of everyone, hypnotizing them and drawing them into the ad. and finally she’s there, crying in her practice room with her arms wrapped around her body with her new solo blasting in the room. riki’s admired her from afar, and now it’s time to show her why he loves her. and why she should love herself.

🤍🩵

their forth life

now playing : even blindfolded i’d still find you

↳ “so it’s you and me against the world”

two dancers, two blindfolds, one song. regionals were coming up and deceils academy was scrambling for something different, for something no one was expecting. nishimura riki, leader of the male dance team. and arguably the best dancer in the entire academy. well thats what everyone assumed until the dance team stumbled upon her. Ln yn, the star figure skater. and arguably the schools biggest loner. what better way to not only win regionals but to hopefully soften the cold leader then to submit them as a duo. seems pretty easy right? well not only do they have to dance as a duo, but blindfolded. two souls who’ve always had trouble trusting others now had to put complete trust in each other.

🤍🩵

their fifth life

now playing : a stars reunion

↳ “hell is right around the corner, but it’s heaven next to you”

the end of the world was approaching and like an avalanche they all fell down. it was just them left, their stairs creaked with the weight of their burdens. in the late nights of the apocalypse they only have each other and the stars, until they only have the stars. the monsters sounded from outside their hut, but when they’re together everything will be alright. even the end of the world couldn’t stop their love, until it did.

🤍🩵

their sixth life

now playing : true loves kiss is a fraud, isn’t it?

↳ “praying on a lucky star”

even though they’ve attended the same school since elementary they’ve never interacted with each other. they always got placesin different classes, and their friend groups couldn’t be anymore different. their timelines never entwined. but they doesn’t mean that it will always stay that way. sometimes the things you could grow to love the most could be right in front of you, or on the kiss cam above you.

🤍🩵

their seventh life

now playing : 4 5683 968, 4'6 76779

↳ “you think you can keep me?”

he shouldn’t be in love with his best friends brother, god it makes him sick. it makes him sick how obsessed he is, how he would do anything for the boy who makes him feel alive. he loves him so much, that’s why he has to do this. he tells himself that every morning while looking into the mirror, he tells himself that after avoiding him all day at school. he tells himself that after constantly breaking his heart. he loved him, but not enough to keep him. riki was selfish, and his reputation meant everything to him. but was his reputation worth losing the love of his life? he was too dumb, and too late. he already lost him, he was gone. riki never got to say goodbye, all that was left to prove their existence was the photos in riki’s private photo album and the voice memo left in his messages. “i love you, i’m sorry”. but riki didn’t know that love had different plans for him, he had a chance at love again.

🤍🩵

their eighth life

now playing : they couldn’t save you, but i will

↳ “i don’t want to live without you”

nishimura riki’s parents hated everyone, so why were they now sitting in a crowded venue with a video camera sat on his mother’s shoulder, and a huge bouquet of flowers clutched in his fathers arms? most importantly, why are they cheering and screaming this random girl’s name with huge, blinding, smiles on their usual stoic faces? riki grew up hearing his parents tell him to stay away from everyone who wasn’t like him, who wasn’t like them. riki kept a close friend group his whole life, only befriending the other kids in their mafia. it came to a shock to everyone when riki’s parents suddenly became extremely protective over a mysterious girl, a girl who they refuse to introduce to anyone for her safety. riki was curious about this person who his parents started talking up, about this girl who apparently was perfect for him. he was appalled, his stone cold parents trying to set him up with a girl? impossible. it was only a matter of time until their paths cross, and he too falls for her innocence.

🤍🩵

their ninth life

now playing : you’re prettiest with me

↳ “bang bang”

at first this hit was just like every other one, just another notch to add on your belt. everything was going smoothly, all you had to do was pull the trigger. as your finger tensed to prepare to pull the trigger your eyes suddenly connected, he was looking towards you. no, he was looking directly at you. and if life couldn’t get worse your soulmate mark suddenly started tingling, your vision gaining gold hues around the edges. his thoughts echoed across your head in the most pleasurable way, “what’s in your hands?”. and without a second to think you idiotically blurted out the first thing you could think of, “a gummy gun”. who would’ve though that his laughter would now be your favourite audio in the universe.

🤍🩵

their tenth life

now playing : when the world is silent you shine brighter

↳ “i’ve never felt so alive”

nishimura riki was obsessed. the way your smile gleamed brighter than the solar eclipse, your eyes pulling up in a beautiful array of stars pulled from the galaxy. everyone knew who you were, your title following you all throughout your highschool life. your title never bothered him, something he made very obvious since the beginning. he accidentally caught your eye one morning after bumping into you, and his actions that followed after. rather than spitting our a rushed feigned apology before rushing away, he confidently stood there with his hand in a fist against his chest. he watched as your eyes followed his wrist as it made a full circle, then watched as your mouth pulled up into the very smile that’s been running through his mind since he first saw you. however what you didn’t know was that everyday for the last year he’s been taking lessons to learn sign language for you, to finally talk with you.

🤍🩵 🤍🩵 🤍🩵 🤍🩵 🤍🩵 🤍🩵 🤍🩵

started : ??

ended : ??

wc ~10-15k each

warnings will be listed with the fic. some will be fem reader pov and others m reader pov.

“how to make max verstappen no glue no activator”

— toto wolff probably