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Lacuna - Part Four

- Characters: Johnny Suh x reader, members of nct - Category: single parent au, fluff, slight angst - Word count: 8.3k - Warnings: - - Navigation: prologue | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue - Author’s notes: oh would you look at that.. this isn’t the last part- I keep writing too much and clowning myself, sorry I know you’re tired of me sksksksk

Johnny tugs on his tie as he takes one last look at his reflection in the mirror one last time. Hair parted in the middle and fresh black tux adorning his figure, he inhales a deep breath before exiting the comfort of his home. He’s exhausted despite not having over exerted himself at work and he feels like a walking corpse traipsing aimlessly when he reaches his destination after a thirty minute drive. Everything was going well in his favour yet, nothing felt right.

“Johnny!” Johnny hears Doyoung call from across the corridor, surrounded by a number of his board members he remembers from previous meetings.

Johnny nods at him curtly before walking over, preparing himself for the events of the day. “Good morning.”

“What a fine day to be celebrating this event, gentlemen,” one of the men say beside Doyoung, a grin on his face and the white hairs indicating he’s been in the industry for a good while. Doyoung smiles beside him and Johnny plays along with another nod of his head.

It was a fine day indeed, the sun was shining, everyone seemed to be in good spirits and from where Johnny stands, he can see the majority of the people invited show up to this celebration. Everything seemed like it was going according plan, though, he didn’t feel great. A part of him wished to be anywhere but here considering how exhausted and unengaged he was, but that wasn’t possible. After all, he was the man of the event alongside Doyoung who had been at his wits end preparing for this day.

So Johnny does his best. He does his best at entertaining guests, at shaking people’s hands and giving them the most genuine smile he could muster. Even when the cameras are flashing away at him as he cuts the ends of the big red ribbon with Doyoung to celebrate the official partnership between their companies, all he could think of was going home. Johnny endures until the end though, his professionalism and years of training to converse with representatives of big names really keeping him afloat on what’s supposed to be a big day for him.

So when he no longer needs to put on a facade, he doesn’t even find himself going straight home. Instead, he finds himself in front of Ten’s house at eleven in the evening, a bag of random drinks he’s picked up on the way here. When Ten opens the door, he’s about to go on a rampage again, remembering how the last time Johnny did this got him into trouble with Taeyong and because who shows up randomly in the middle of the night on a Tuesday? But when he sees Johnny’s sunken features and tired eyes, he doesn't ask, just steps back to make way for Johnny to enter.

It only takes twenty minutes for Jaehyun and Taeyong to arrive after a quick text message from Ten. And when they arrive, Johnny has already downed two bottles of beer while Ten is on the corner watching him silently, brows knitted together and still trying to analyse the whole situation.

Taeyong and Jaehyun exchange weary glances with each other before taking a seat on either side of their friend while Ten finally joins beside Jaehyun. “Hey man, you should have told us we’d be getting wasted tonight. We could’ve brought more drinks,” Taeyong says in attempts to lighten the mood as he pops open a beer for himself.

Johnny breaks into a small smile, “I came uninvited. Sorry Ten.”

Ten shakes his head vigorously, “That’s okay. We needed this anyway.”

Jaehyun takes a big gulp of his beer before leaning forward to look at Johnny. “Everything okay John?”

Johnny studies the half empty bottle in his hand before he’s downing it until it’s empty. “Do you think I'm too late?” He suddenly asks, turning to his friends.

Taeyong blinks, “What do you mean?”

Johnny is reaching for another bottle again, “Y/n and Doyoung.”

Jaehyun tips his bottle over and takes a big gulp, suddenly feeling for his friend knowing how much he’s been pining for her even without speaking of it. Ten lowers his head, suddenly unable to meet Johnny’s eyes while Taeyong continues to blink into the distance. No one knew the answer and no one wanted to comfort Johnny with lies either.

Johnny sighs and skilfully uncaps his bottle with a nearby opener, taking another sip. “God, I wish I never left.”

Jaehyun claps a hand on his back, “Hey man, you did what you had to do.”

“At what cost?” Johnny asks grimly, shoulders drooping. “Losing y/n?”

“Have you talked to her about you two?” Ten questions.

Johnny shakes his head. “It doesn't matter. She’s made it clear.”

“What did she say?”

Johnny recalls the events at the hospital, remembering all too well just how transparent he had become about how he felt about you, in front of you and how you didn't even say anything in return.

“Nothing.”

“Hey, how’s Youngho doing?”

Doyoung is handing you bags of food on either of his hands just when you’ve put Youngho to sleep upstairs. You take them from him, setting them down just behind you by the doorframe.

“He’s doing really good. He’s excited to go back to school tomorrow,” you reply. “How was your ribbon cutting event today?”

“Great. There was a good turnout too, we didn’t expect that many press to show up,” Doyoung answers, his gummy smile coming to view.

You pull your robe closer to your body when the chill of the night hits you briefly. You’re trying to focus on what Doyoung is saying, but he’s arrived unannounced and you weren’t in the right headspace to entertain anyone. You know you should be grateful, you know you should, for having someone like Doyoung looking after not only you, but also your son.

But it felt like a burden more than anything else.

The silence hangs in the air and anyone can tell, even Doyoung, your mind is miles away. But when you snap out of it, after trying to remember what Doyoung had just said, you finally refocus, “Would you like to come in?”

Doyoung shakes his head, bringing his hands up in front of him, waving them both, “No no. It’s okay. You should go in and rest. I just wanted to drop by and see how you were doing.”

Were you up for a long conversation tonight? To address big things you haven’t even thought through yet? Most definitely not. But you definitely hated the feeling sitting on your chest, whatever it was.

“Doie—“

“Go in and rest, y/n. You must be tired.”

Maybe Doyoung didn’t want to hear it tonight.

You toss and turn in your bed, seemingly, no matter how tired and worn out you felt, you couldn’t bring yourself to fall into unconsciousness. You’re staring straight at the illuminated ceiling, the streams of light from the moon peeking through the curtains of your room after having given up on trying to find the most comfortable position that could hopefully lull you to sleep.

Your body was tired but your mind was still running. And though there was only one thing, one person, on your mind, your thoughts were haywire. Johnny hasn’t left your mind since the night at the hospital, hell, you haven’t stopped thinking about him for the past five long years. And no matter how many times you’ve recounted his words, his sentences ringing in your ears like a broken record, somehow you still couldn’t make sense of it. Because when you tried to comprehend, other things always seem to pop in your mind that succeeds in clouding everything else that you’re supposed to confront with yourself.

One thing you do know is that you were, without a doubt, making this way more difficult for yourself than you had initially intended.

It’s one in the morning when you hear knocks on your door downstairs, the stillness of your house momentarily interrupted, and if you hadn’t been widely awake at such at ungodly hour, you would for sure have missed it. You’re quick to leave your bed, grabbing your dressing gown for the second time and slipping yourself in it. When you descend the stairs, you see a familiar silhouette outside your glass door.

“Jaehyun?”

You slide the door open and true enough, Jaehyun was there, slightly trembling with the cold. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey y/n,” Jaehyun greets with a small smile. You pull him inside your home when he trembles again and that’s when you notice the taxi parked outside your gates. “Sorry for disturbing you. You weren’t picking up your phone. Did I wake you? I didn’t wanna ring the doorbell in case I woke Youngho.”

Sliding the door closed and turning to him, you lightly get a whiff of alcohol on him. “Sorry, my phone’s been off the whole day, and no, I couldn’t sleep,” you take a step closer, lean forward into him and inhale his scent, “Have you been drinking?”

Jaehyun smiles bashfully, his dimples appearing under the light from the bulb above and eyes disappearing. “Just a little.”

You roll your eyes and take a step back again. “Why are you here? Are you lost?”

“Oh, right,” Jaehyun says, coming back to his senses. “You have to go to Ten’s right now.”

“What why?”

Jaehyun catches his lower lip between his teeth, silently contemplating on how to tell you. “Johnny’s there. He’s drunk. And he’s looking for you.”

Your eyes widen, “Johnny?”

“Listen y/n,” Jaehyun grabs a hold of your arms. “We don’t know what’s happening between you two and we know we’re not in any place to get in your way, but the things Johnny has been saying... I think you should go and hear him out.”

You raise a brow, the image of a drunk Johnny circulating in your head. “Jae, he’s drunk. Whatever it is he’s saying, it probably isn’t true.”

You feel Jaehyun’s grip on you tighten slightly, his eyes pleading. “Y/n please... He’s a wreck and he’s desperately looking for you.” You glance upstairs when you entertain the idea of seeing Johnny and Jaehyun doesn’t miss it. “I’ll look after Youngho. Take my taxi and go.”

So that’s how you find yourself in a taxi after changing your clothes in a rush, your heart now hammering against your chest. You feel the nerves creeping up on you, scenarios and possibilities of what Johnny might have been saying tonight resonating in your thoughts. An unsettling feeling settles on your chest then, remembering the fact that although Johnny did drink, your memories of him from before resurfacing, it was never to a point where he’d get drunk. And the fact that neither Jaehyun, Ten or Taeyong could stop him from getting wasted, spoke millions.

Ten greets you when you arrive, a weary glint in his eyes that’s hard to miss. You see Taeyong, tending to an almost passed out Johnny by the dining table at the end of the corridor. Taeyong immediately stands from his seat when he sees you, his features screaming worry and his eyes expressing sorrow. He pats Johnny’s back once and exits the room without saying anything, leaving you and Johnny alone by yourselves.

Your heart aches at the sight, Johnny’s hair tousled and messy, his tie loose around his neck and his dress shirt coming untucked. He’s leaning his head against his arm on the table, his eyes closed but opens when he hears the chair being pulled out from the table beside him. He watches you with hazy eyes as you sit down in front of him and when his mind registers who you are, he lifts his head off the table and smiles.

“Y/n, you’re here,” he states, swaying a little in his seat when he moves too fast. He blinks hard twice and readjusts his vision on you after every one, “You’re really here.”

There’s something so heartbreaking about the way Johnny’s reiterating his words, as if your presence really baffled him. “I’m, I’m here,” you squeak, almost choking on your words because this was the very first time you’ve ever seen him in such a state. By the looks of it, he was definitely having a hard time.

He reaches for your hands and holds them, running this thumbs across your skin and inspecting them with hooded eyes, “You really are. You’re.. real.”

Johnny’s hands are cold. And it’s weird. Because they were always warm.

“Johnny, what’s wrong?”

Johnny smiles again, his eyes closing for long periods before he can open them. He reeks of alcohol and even though you can’t stand the smell, you push past that because more than anything, Johnny needed someone right now.

You’re clutching tight onto his hands when you help him sit straight, his head occasionally falling back every now and again and it makes his body follow involuntarily. You stand from your seat when holding onto his hands can no longer keep him upright, your hands opting to hold him by the shoulder instead.

“Johnny.. please talk to me.”

That’s when Johnny envelopes your waist with his arms, pulling you closer until his face can rest against your abdomen. He holds you firm, afraid that if he didn’t, you’d disappear into thin air. Your arms hang in the air for a second or two that passes, lowering your head to look down at him and wishing you didn’t because you catch a glimpse of a pained expression on his face. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him in return in a way that you hoped he wanted to be held.

“Everything.. everything is wrong y/n.”

You run your fingers through his tresses and wait for him to continue, your muscles loosening at his touch. You already feel like you’re about to cry because it takes a lot of Johnny, a whole lot, to break like this.

“I shouldn’t have left.. I shouldn’t have left you,” Johnny mumbles, but loud enough for you to hear. “I wish I didn’t. God, I really wish I didn’t. I still.. regret it to this day and I know I forever will.”

And it hurts. It still hurts like it was just yesterday, the sting in your chest still so powerful it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Because deep inside, you would have wished the exact same thing. You’ve always been the stronger one between the two of you, but how long can a person continue to put up a brave front?

You embrace Johnny tighter, resting your cheek on the top of his head, trying your best not to cry in front of him again. Johnny tightens his hold around you, burying his face into your body. “I’m so sorry,” his words get muffled into your sweater, his uneven breathing giving him away. He’s the first to cry tonight and you know it’s not going to take long for your tears to follow.

“John.. no..”

“Those five years were the most miserable y/n. Because I didn’t have you,” Johnny confesses. “I missed you every single day I couldn’t think straight, it hurt so much.”

You feel your first tear fall, your heart breaking simultaneously at everything Johnny’s saying because he’s taken the words right off your mouth, only realising now how they seem to describe how you really feel after repressing your longing for him for so long. But you think it’s nothing compared to how Johnny feels because at least for you, you had Youngho who eased everything that hurt, at least for you, you had a piece of Johnny every single day. For Johnny, it was a completely different story.

Johnny pulls away from your body and tilts his head upwards to look at you, his tear-stricken face and swollen eyes coming to view. He smiles helplessly when he realises you’re crying too, using his thumbs to rub either sides of your hips. You break into a pained smile not long after, bringing your hands to cup his face and wipe his tears away.

“How different things would be if I had stayed.”

You give him a sad smile as he traces your face with his finger, catching a tear that falls. “Hey, but you’re here now. That’s all that matters.” And you mean it. Because it was really all that mattered. Deep down, you knew you were happy more than anyone to have Johnny around again.

You see his eyes light up for the first time tonight, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly. His glossy eyes peer into yours under the fluorescent light and you feel yourself getting lost in them like you always did in the past. There’s so much in them. And you realise that no matter how many times you try to reassure him tonight, the sorrow that resurfaces in his eyes convinces you it wouldn’t be enough.

He takes his eyes off you, lowering his head again to rest his temple against your abdomen, hugging you by the waist even tighter than before.

“God, I missed you so much y/n..”

“Mommy?”

“Yes baby?”

Youngho’s hair is wet, droplets of water falling down the sides of his face just as you begin to dry his hair with a towel after wrapping his body in a bigger one post his bath.

Youngho’s eyes are inquiring and he looks conflicted with the way silence follows afterwards. You halt the ministrations of your hands and let the towel rest on his shoulders as you look him in the eye. “What is it, hm?”

Your son drops his gaze to the floor, “Does.. daddy not like me anymore?”

You frown. “What? What makes you think that?”

“He hasn’t come to visit me for the past few days,” Youngho admits, looking back up at you. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your chest tightens when you see the dilemma and confusion on his face and feel partly responsible for him to be assuming those things. Things with you and Johnny haven’t been great and you begin to wonder if your situation with him had anything to do with his less frequent visits.

“Baby of course not,” you reassure him because you knew deep down, Johnny would never be someone to do what your thoughts had begun to guess. You give Youngho’s shoulders a squeeze, “Daddy’s just busy with work, that’s all. Remember what I told you? He has a lot of meetings and a lot of people to talk to, he’s just caught up with those.”

Youngho’s eyes are still sad and in him you see a child longing for his dad. “Okay.”

“Come here,” you say before you’re pulling him in for a hug because no matter how hard you tried to fill all the voids in his life, he was always going to look for his dad. You squeeze him tight when you think back to the past four years, how much must he have wanted his real dad even without telling you or hinting anything at you.

“I miss him,” Youngho mumbles into your shoulder.

You sigh and rub his back up and down,

“Me too baby. Me too.”

You feel Youngho leaning away from you and you let go of him then, a new glint in his eyes when he looks at you. “You do?”

You blink for a second, recalling what you said and when it dawns on you what you admitted, your eyes widen. But Youngho is staring at you with inquisitive eyes and even when you know he’s going to be asking more questions in the minutes that will follow, there’s a comforting feeling settling on your chest when you realise that with your son, there really wasn't any reason for you to hide anymore.

“I do,” you smile and find new courage to tell him more. “For the past five years.”

You manage to convince Youngho into changing out of his towel and into his pyjamas for the night before you can answer all his burning questions. You watch him in awe when he moves around his room so fast, quickly changing into his pyjamas without even your help or guidance before literally jumping on his bed and under his covers, staring up at you by the doorway in pure anticipation. How long has your child been wanting to ask these questions?

But you smile anyways and join him on the bed not too long after. “I guess we’re not reading a book tonight?”

Youngho shakes his head adamantly, his dry hair moving along. “No mommy.” He scoots closer to you until he’s pressed up against your body so that you can cradle him in your arms. “Could you tell me more about you and daddy?”

Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined having this conversation with your son so soon. But you also knew it was going to happen sooner or later. You smile at Youngho fondly before he’s resting his head on your chest, settling in a comfortable position, recalling all the memories of Johnny you retained, wanting nothing more but to relieve the remnants of how you remember him to be.

“Your daddy and I, we met when we were both in university. He was studying business and while I was studying childhood education. That’s where I met your uncles too,” the smile on your face grows wider when you recall your university days and how much more easier life had been back then. “Mommy was at the library and I couldn't reach this book because it was on the top shelf.. Your daddy happened to be walking past and since he’s taller than me, he got the book for me.”

“Daddy must have liked you straight away,” Youngho pipes up, looking up at you briefly. “Mommy’s the prettiest ever.”

You laugh and pinch his cheek, a cheeky grin appearing on his face. “Well, at first I didn’t like him very much. There were rumours going around that he was a ladies’ man but he tried really hard to win mommy’s heart over. Then we started seeing each other a lot more often after that. Turns out your daddy’s been wanting to get to know me after finding out I was friends with your uncle Yong.”

“I knew it,” Youngho chimes. “Daddy couldn’t resist you. He had a lot of competition didn’t he?”

You laugh again, amused at how highly your son thinks of you. “Well, there was one other guy. But it didn’t matter then because mommy already made up her mind. Your daddy won me over in the end.”

Memories of your time with Johnny flash before your eyes and before you know it, the silence drags on as the atmosphere turns somber. Youngho is unsure of what to ask next and you don’t know if you should continue sharing because all you remember next is the image of Johnny leaving.

“Mommy,” Youngho is the first to break the silence, making you blink your way back to reality. “You told me before Daddy didn’t know you were having me. Did.. you keep it a secret from him?”

You press your lips together in a thin line, morphing your words together in your head in a way that you hope won’t upset your son. “You see, your dad was set to leave for the States after university. Daddy had things to do there from the very start and him leaving was always part of the plan.. I didn’t know I was having you until after he left. And I,” you pause, holding Youngho a little tighter. “I didn’t have the heart to tell him because he wouldn’t have chased after his dreams if I did.”

You draw in a breath as Youngho stays still in your embrace. “I’m sorry baby. I kept him from you for so long.”

Youngho stays silent and you’re suddenly questioning your competency as a mother all over again. The guilt is stronger than ever today, more so that you’re explaining it to your son. It is isn’t until you feel Youngho hug you tighter, burying his head into your chest.

“It’s okay mommy,” you hear him say. “I had you and that was enough.”

You must have saved an entire country in your past life to have been rewarded with Youngho in this one.

“How did I get so lucky to have you,” you find yourself saying, your heart warm and your soul convinced you were born spend the rest of your life loving Youngho. “You’re the best Youngho, I hope you know that.”

Youngho pulls back from your embrace, his smiling face coming into view, his features the exact replica of Johnny’s. You can’t help but smile. Back in the days, when missing Johnny got too much, you always found comfort in knowing you had a part of him with you everyday, and in the best form yet. “Youngho, can I ask you something?”

“Mommy you just did,” Youngho teases with a grin, earning a bigger smile from you. “Of course.”

“What do you think.. of your dad?”

Youngho pouts his lips in deep thought, as if calculating his words to say the right ones in front of you. “I think he’s really fun! He’s really good at remembering what I like and buys me food. He’s really funny too, mommy.”

Sounds about Johnny alright.

“Hey, fun fact. Did you know mommy named you after him?” You reveal, his eyes growing wide and mouth hanging open. “Youngho is his birth name and I knew I had to name you that. You look like each other so much.”

Youngho smiles, the discovery of the origin of his name making him like it even more. “Mommy, I really like him,” he confesses, eyes soft and voice genuine. “And I like it even more that he’s my dad.”

You smile softly, all your previous worries coming to rest without knowing all it took was for Youngho to say everything he just did.

“Me too baby. Me too.”

“Stocks have steadily risen ever since our partnership with Kim Interiors,” the head of marketing points out as a slide consisting of graphs appear on the screen at the top of the board meeting room. “Kim Interiors experienced a huge rise in sales over the past month.”

Johnny trains his eyes up ahead at the screen, simultaneously paying attention to the presentation and reading the exact figures on the pages of the folder provided for him prior to the commencement of the meeting. Sure enough, Suh Industries has experienced one if its greatest profits in so many months.

“Will we be expecting further rise or is this the peak that we’re going to get in terms of Kim Interiors?” Johnny’s voice is loud and clear as it travels through the whole room. His eyes are hard, a neutral expression on his face and his chilling voice along with his stare makes the head of marketing flinch a little from where he stands at the top of the room. “We can’t be complacent just because we’ve gained this much. It’s only been a month. Surely, we can do a little better?”

From the corner of Johnny’s eyes, he sees the board members nod along with him, all who were much older than he was and way more experienced in this field given their years of expertise. The head of marketing clears his throat lowly before replying, “We’re expecting a steady rise over the next coming months. We believe we’re not at our peak yet.”

“Yeah?” Johnny challenges, bringing both of his arms to rest on the table, clasping his hands together. “You’re sure about that?”

“Yes Mr. Suh.”

“And what are you doing to ensure that?” Johnny presses, facial expression unchanging, yet his voice sending chills down the presenter’s spine. “What is Suh Industries doing to make sure we prevent a loss in the future?”

The marketing head straightens his back, “Kim Interiors are expected to release their Autumn designs soon. It’s hugely anticipated by the public and their products are promising.”

Johnny shakes his head, retracting his arms front the table so that he can cross them against his chest as he leans back on is swivel chair. “That’s not answering my question,” he points out. “My question was, what are we doing to make sure we get as much as we can from this partnership?”

All eyes of the board members shift from Johnny to the marketing head who’s as pale as a ghost by now, the words getting caught at his throat. When Johnny hears no answer, the silence speaking too loudly for itself, he tips his head forward at the man who’s now become the centre of everyone’s attention. He diverts his eyes back to his folder and flips it to the next page.

“Right. I need a presentation on that. That needs more work, it’s not good enough. Come up with proposals with your team and liaise with Kim Interiors also. Talk to me again then.”

“Yes Mr. Suh.”

It takes another two hours before the meeting finally ends, praises and compliments coming Johnny’s way for being so meticulous and firm with what the company needs. He’s the last to leave the board meeting room, releasing a sigh when he makes it out of the double doors. He was starting to feel a headache coming on and he makes a mental reminder to take something for it later. He’s greeted by his secretary some time after just when he’s a few steps away from the board room.

“Mr Suh, someone is waiting for you downstairs by the lobby,” he says, a folder in his hand.

Johnny raises a brow and racks his brain for any expected visitors to which no one comes to mind. “Are they scheduled?”

The secretary shakes his head, “No. But she insists on seeing you.”

“She?”

“Y/n, she said was her name. She said you know her?”

Johnny’s expression softens for the first time in the day when he hears your name, his heart dropping, remembering the last time he had seen you was at Ten’s house. “Alright. Thanks,” he excuses himself and heads straight for the elevators.

You didn't even have to turn around for him to spot you straight away in the lobby, various people passing by here and there. You’re by the window, staring out of it in pure curiosity, probably because it’s your first time visiting the place. He inhales a breath, unprepared for you sudden visit, already practicing what to say in his head before gathering the courage to walk up to you.

“Y/n?”

You turn around to see Johnny, perfectly suited up, looking extremely good with his hair pushed back, the night of the gala suddenly reminding you of this exact moment. You were sure if you had stared any longer, he would’ve knocked the air out of your lungs.

“Johnny, hi.”

You silently wince when Johnny doesn’t smile at you, his demeanour off and unusual, too rigid and eyes too focused on nothing. “What brings you here?” he asks without much interest, almost sounding as if you were wasting his time.

“I- I was um,” you gulp when you feel his cold stare, your throat running dry because this was not the Johnny you knew. “You weren’t answering my calls and Youngho’s been asking me about you.”

Even at the mention of Youngho, Johnny doesn't bat an eyelash. “Sorry. I’ve been busy with work.”

You nod understandingly, “Right. That’s what I’ve been telling him.”

“I’ll visit him soon, please tell him that.”

“I will.”

You watch as Johnny glances at his wristwatch impatiently and you’re suddenly feeling apologetic for coming here and wasting his time to tell him just that. But you knew you had to see him today, your guts screaming at you to see him because it was unlikely of him to miss your calls and most importantly, unlikely of him to stop visiting Youngho.

Did.. he change his mind about wanting to be Youngho’s dad?

Or did this have something to do with that drunken night?

“I have a meeting in five minutes,” Johnny lies as he drops his arm to his side again. “Is that all?”

“Johnny about that night--”

Johnny doesn’t even flinch, “I was drunk y/n. Please don’t mind what I said. I didn’t mean any of it, whatever they were.”

“Oh.” This conversation was much more painful that you had originally anticipated and you know Johnny isn't lying with the way he’s staring at you coldly. “Right.”

Johnny nods once, “I’m gonna go. I’ll see you when I see you.” He’s about to turn on his heels when you stop him again.

“Johnny wait,” you say, feeling horrible for stretching his time with you when you know he’d prefer to be anywhere else than here. “Youngho’s school is holding a family day next week and he was wondering if you could go. But if you can’t that’s okay.”

Johnny blinks and contemplates and it takes him a good few seconds to answer even when he already knows what he’s going to say.

“I’ll be there.”

You nod, slightly relieved but the weight on your chest never dissipating. Johnny leaves then, turning his back on you to retreat to where he had originally come from, the paper bag in your hand containing what was supposed to be lunch prepared for him, never reaching its owner. Did you dream everything that had happened the past couple of weeks? What he said at the hospital? What he said when he was drunk? Were none of those true? Because you find yourself wishing so badly they all real so that you could finally come clean about how you felt about him.

Guess none of it was real.

Your phone in your pocket rings and that’s the only thing that makes you tear your eyes away from Johnny’s retreating figure.

“Doie?” you say as soon as you pick up the call.

“Hey y/n, where are you? I was thinking we could have lunch together if you were free,” he replies over the line.

You look down at the bag in your hand, the contents of it growing cold. “That would be great, I was getting hungry myself.”

“Great, send me your location, I’ll come pick you up.”

“Okay Doie. Thanks, I’ll see you in a bit.”

Unknown to you, Johnny hears the name that leaves your lips and wishes so badly he hadn’t heard anything because not only was he already having a hard time doing what he just did to you, but now he was suffering with the thought of you with someone else.

But he’s convinced he’s definitely made the right decision.

You could get used to a sight like this, Youngho up on Johnny’s shoulders and the two laughing about something Johnny had probably said. Youngho has the biggest smile on this face and Johnny... he’s a complete different to when you saw him last, the smile reaching his eyes as he looks up at Youngho above him who’s just called him “daddy”.

There are already numerous parents with their children outside Youngho’s school when you arrive, the doors beginning to open just in time you set foot on the premises, the crowd of people slowly piling inside one family to the next. You’re silent the whole way here, letting Youngho interact with is dad freely, unsure of how to address Johnny after the outcome of your last encounter. And you didn’t mind, you were here for Youngho and making Youngho happy is always the top priority.

The halls of Youngho’s school is decorated with pictures of families and just before the programme for the day starts, you stumble upon his poster, his name written on the top and you take in the various pictures pasted on his poster. Youngho is long gone after having run off with his friends earlier, mentioning something about last preparations for the surprise they’ve prepared for their parents. So you’re left with Johnny, who's studying the poster in the same manner you were.

On the poster, there’s baby pictures of Youngho, one for every year of his existence, followed with a bunch of pictures with you throughout the years that have passed. A memory comes to mind with every photo and you can’t help but smile when you realise how you both are always grinning widely at the camera. And then you come across the last photo at the bottom of Youngho’s picture, one you had forgotten existed.

It’s a picture of you and Johnny standing right beside each other, you smiling bashfully at the camera, holding a bouquet of flowers he had randomly given you on a random day. Johnny on the other hand, isn’t staring into the camera just as the photo’s taken, but at you, a crooked smile on his face with eyes so gentle you could feel his affection radiating from it. You swallow thickly, thinking back to all the times Johnny’s stared at you like that, remembering how loved you felt through his gazes alone.

Johnny thinks it’s a pity that there isn’t a photo of the three of you together, but silently coos at the picture of him with you, knowing all too well how in love he was with you from the way he chose to stare at you rather than posing for the photo. But what catches his eye the most is the picture situated just at the right of the centre picture. It’s a picture of you with baby Youngho in your arms, the date on the corner indicating it was taken just months after you had given birth. Youngho’s sleeping in your arms, almost hidden in the blanket he was wrapped in and you’re gazing at him fondly, your gentle smile the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Your love for Youngho in that picture is so evident, so obvious, and he knows that because that’s exactly how he’s gazing at you now when he takes his eyes off the picture to look at you.

“He’s grown up so much. Where did the time go?” you mumble to yourself, a recent picture of Youngho in the centre of the poster.

Johnny smiles and looks away before you catch him staring. “You did such a good job of raising him.”

Your eyes widen, head snapping towards Johnny at the first words he’s ever spoken to you for the day. You’re about to say something when Youngho’s teacher calls everyone to gather at the main hall at the end of the corridor. Johnny avoids your gaze and walks ahead, finding it all too hard to take responsibility of his decision when you’re beside him like this. He wonders how many times he’s going to be tempted to crack today and just abandon his plan altogether.

Youngho is waving at you and Johnny from the stage when you both take your seats. Youngho’s grin doesn’t leave his face all throughout the whole song they perform, his little movements matching with everyone else. You find it endearing that Johnny doesn’t stop filming his son even when the song finishes some three minutes after, a proud smile on his face and an occasional chuckle when Youngho does something adorable, which happens every five seconds or so. Your insides feel warm and fuzzy because this has always been how you imagined your own family to be.

And with Johnny and Youngho, it could’ve been perfect.

“My baby you did so well!” You murmur when Youngho comes running off the stage a while later and into your arms. “Great job! I’m so proud of you!”

Youngho giggles, “Thanks mommy.” He lets go of you then and proceeds to go to Johnny who's standing right behind you, witnessing the whole thing in silence. “Did you like it daddy?”

“Are you kidding me? I loved it!” Johnny exclaims, sharing a high five with Youngho. “You did so good! Where did you learn those cool moves from?”

Youngho grins, his cheeks rounding with how wide he’s smiling. “Mommy helped a lot.”

Johnny nods, “Mommy’s the best dancer we know so it’s only expected you’d be the best out of everyone here.”

You catch Johnny winking at Youngho who only nods in approval proudly. You’re not sure what to make of the situation, you’re just happy Youngho’s having a good time.

Over lunch, Youngho is sitting in between you and Johnny, the two of them talking about the game they had played earlier with other kids in his class as you fall in conversation with the familiar parents seated in the same table as you. You don’t miss the way they glance at Johnny, seeing him for the first time ever, maybe even wondering who he might be after only ever seeing you play Youngho’s guardian. You know they want to ask but you also appreciate the way they don’t, choosing to be polite more than anything else because if you were honest, you wouldn’t be sure how to answer them, especially since he'd be there to hear it too.

You almost forget how observant of a person Johnny is. He raises his voice a little louder for the people around the table to hear, “My son eats so well! Look at you, you’ve wiped the entire plate clean!” And you don’t even miss the way he puts emphasis on the word “son”, eyes of parents all over the table as round as saucers. And as if that wasn’t enough, Johnny makes a painfully obvious gesture of unwrapping a sandwich and standing from his seat slightly so that he can hand it to you behind Youngho who munches away at his last mouthful of food.

“Eat lots babe, we gotta win those games later,” he winks as you gawk at him, taking the sandwich from him so that he can sit down again. Your heart picks up its pace at the old term of endearment, the word ringing in your head for having heard of it after so long.

Not only did his statement and antics leave the parents speechless, it also made you at a loss for words.

The afternoon rolls in and you’re laughing as you watch parents play games of all sorts back in the main hall, their children cheering them on by the sidelines, eager for them to win just to take home prizes of buckets of sweets and chocolates. When the announcement of a three legged race is made, Youngho pushes you and Johnny to participate, literally tugging at your hands and pulling you both up from your seats.

You’re not sure why the unsure look on Johnny’s face saddens you, knowing all too well what he had said earlier was just for show just to make the parents stop gawking at the two of you over lunch. Maybe because a part of you had hoped it wasn’t for show.

You find yourself standing in line with a bunch of other parents beside Johnny with an overly excited Youngho cheering by the side way before the game starts. You stand there awkwardly, the finish line ahead looking too bleak, especially when you weren’t exactly on speaking terms with Johnny. When Youngho’s teacher hands Johnny the rope, he’s quick to bend to the ground, but not before lining his right foot with your left. It doesn't take long for him to finish tying a knot, standing right back up. All of a sudden you feel him too close to you, his body gently pressed up against yours, his right arm clumsily hanging in the air, not knowing where to put it.

You blink rapidly, the countdown to the start of the game starting. All you could see was the finish line ahead, refusing to look anywhere else. And you bolt it when the whistle blows, dragging Johnny with you in such an uncoordinated way with an absence of a game plan. But you keep going anyways, the sudden desire to win taking over you when you pass by Youngho who’s screaming at this point.

You’re sure your face is about to collide with the floor when your clumsy steps don’t match with Johnny’s, stumbling on your own foot if not for Johnny’s fast reflexes that prompt his strong arms to prevent you from falling, steadying you firmly as he works away in matching his steps with yours. With Johnny this close and the new position proving to be so much more comfortable and convenient for you, the two of you speed up, overtaking the leading couples, the adrenaline rush pushing you two to win in the end.

So caught up in the moment, you and Johnny celebrate in glee, hugging each other in the process, too excited about the win you just achieved. It doesn't last long though, the realisation catching up too quick, you immediately let go of him and step away from him, completely forgetting about your foot being tied to his. So you fall backwards and Johnny catches you for a second time in a short span of just two minutes.

“Hey, careful,” he murmurs, letting go of your waist and crouching down to finally free your foot from his. “Good job,” he says with a small smile when he’s done. “We got sweets for Youngho.”

You smile as you regain your composure, tugging at your clothes, “Y-yeah. He’s gonna be so happy.”

When the day comes to an end, Youngho has fallen asleep on the way home. Johnny’s carrying him out of his car just as you’re fishing for your keys inside your bag. Johnny catches up to you in time you’re sliding the front door open. You gesture for him to enter first and you’re slightly nervous at the thought of maybe finally having a conversation with him tonight. You needed to know what the hell was going on between you two.

“Y/n?”

There goes your plans out the window.

You and Johnny turn your heads and sure enough, you find Doyoung there, walking up the driveway. You look back at Johnny and you just about catch him looking away and proceed to entering your house, heading for the stairs to put Youngho into bed.

“Doie, what brings you here?” you ask in one breath but your attention is on the man inside the house, praying and hoping he doesn’t think much of what he had just seen.

Doyoung stuff his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugs his shoulders. “I just needed to see you, but it seems like I came at a bad time,” he says, catching a glimpse of Johnny and seeing his car parked outside your gate upon his arrival.

You sigh, already knowing where this conversation was headed. “Listen Doie, we need to talk.”

Doyoung nods and even though he knows what you’re going to say, he acknowledges your suggestion. “Yeah, we do.”

You gaze at him apologetically, “I’m really sorry. This isn’t going to work out.”

Doyoung smiles sadly and nods again, “I know. But hey, at least I tried right?”

“Oh, Doie,” you sigh helplessly, the guilt too strong remembering how hard he had tried over the past few weeks. “I’m really really sorry.”

Doyoung shakes his head, “Please don’t be. It’s not your fault.” But you feel like it is. “I was the stupid enough to ask you for a chance even when I knew nothing could change your mind.”

Your shoulders slump as silence fills the air, the thought of losing Doyoung as a friend not sitting well with you.

Doyoung kicks at the ground lightly, “So... it’s still him isn’t it?”

You lift your head from the ground and see Doyoung smiling at you gently, nodding at your house. “Johnny.”

You ponder over his question and loathe yourself even more, wondering just why it had to take breaking Doyoung’s heart for you to realise who yours wanted. You bury your face into the palms of your hands, feeling stupid for having come to this conclusion at such an occasion.

You choose Johnny. It’s always been Johnny.

“Oh God-” you mumble into your palms. But you look up at Doyoung when you’ve collected yourself. “Y-yeah.. It’s still Johnny.”

You see him smile but it breaks your heart because it’s a painful one. “I was competing against your first love.. I knew I was never going to win but I went ahead anyway.” He chuckles and ducks his head low, rubbing the nape of his neck. “How stupid of me.”

“Right, well, I should go,” he says.

You take a step towards Doyoung and pull him in for an embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry Doie. But please know that I appreciate you so much. and everything you’ve done for me and Youngho.”

You feel Doyoung circle his arms around your waist, hugging you tight, burying his head into your shoulder. He doesn’t speak and you allow him to hug you for as long as he needs. But at the same time, you’re quick to pull away from him when you hear the door slide behind you. The two of you catch Johnny by the doorway, staring back at you both.

Doyoung takes this as his cue to leave. “I’ll see you around y/n.” He nods at Johnny from where he stands before he’s turning around to leave.

When Doyoung is out of sight, his car revving into the distance, Johnny steps out of your house. “Youngho’s in bed.”

You nod, “Thanks.”

“I’ll get going too,” he says, his jaw taught and eyes trained at anywhere but you. “Thanks for today.”

He’s already walking past you even before you can reply and you’re reaching for his arm before you even know it just so he could even just spare a quick glance at you.

“Johnny can we please talk-” you plead when you succeed in making him stop in his tracks. “I don’t like this, whatever’s going on between us. What you saw, please let me explain.”

Johnny peels your hand off his arm gently and smiles a small one, “It’s okay, you don’t need to explain. I totally get it.”

You frown at him confusedly, nothing of what he’s saying making any sense.

Johnny bites at his lower lip before he speaks again.

“You’ve made your decision, and I've made mine.”

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tater tots and chocolate shop (a.k.a. chen’s convenience store) || eddie brock x reader

listen listen... i know i’ve been gone for a long time and i legit have no excuse but i hope you guys enjoy this unedited excuse of a fic. thinking of doing a smut for this or something smut like for venom/eddie for my other smut blog tho. but we all know we can’t trust me when i say i’m releasing shit anymore smh

tags : @santa-feigh @i-just-wanna-run-hell @munalisax @spiduhgirl @hell-on-cheese-wheels @geeksareunique @violentlybarnes @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @the-quackson-claxon @curly-haired-holland @courtneychicken @marvel_themed @heycreehere @min-amani @simonsbluee @delicately-important-trash

words : 4133

warnings : not anything really, just that venom eats someone per usual if ya know what i’m saying... that came off sexual, as sexual as i am, that wasn’t what i meant, he really does just eat a guy sksksksk, also let’s just pretend that chen is single although i’m not sure

“this is venom in eddie’s head”

“this is eddie in his head”

masterlist

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Eddie really didn’t expect anything new today - Which is something eerily weird for a man housing a deadly symbiote in his own body. Really, he never actually knew what to expect, but never anything out of ordinary; that is, his ordinary. Then again, he had gotten into the swing of things. Having scored a new job as a journalist, three months prior, spent his days at work, although that meant out and about the city of San Francisco. Then, he’d drop by Chen’s convenience store every couple of days to pick up the symbiote’s, Venom, favourite snacks (and now forcefully his too); tater tots and chocolate. For whatever reason, it made an impression on the creature, so Eddie rolled with it.

The new thing Eddie didn’t expect, though, was the woman behind the counter. Usually, he would walk in and see Ms. Chen behind these counter, greet her as usual, sometimes even getting an earful from her about how “tense he looked” and how he should start meditating (although, that is why he loved the woman - she felt sort of like a concerning mother figure to him), pick up what he needed then pay and leave. Simple.

Except this time, there was no Ms. Chen behind the counter.

No, this was a young woman. Eddie thought she couldn’t be over twenty-two. Sure, the college textbooks in front of her behind the counter made it more likely, but she looked like she was practically still what anyone fairly older would call a girl in place of a woman albeit she was.

Her head was down when he saw her through the glass doors of the store, holding a pink highlighter in her hand as she read through the open book in front of her, highlighting things ever so often. An earbud dangled from her left ear, the wire of the abandoned earbud bunching up at her front when she brought her arms around her to lean against the counter.

She looked smart. It didn’t help Eddie that she was beautiful either. Sure, he sees beautiful women everywhere he goes every day in the city, but truth be told, the man became somewhat of a shut in since his break up with his ex-fiancé, Anne followed by the recent presence of Venom.

Although this time, Eddie figured he wouldn’t be just passing her by like he does other women every day. No, she was new. Obviously, Chen wouldn’t just have her there for the day and leave it at that. Ms. Chen has been there every day since the damn store came to be. She was an employee now - One Eddie was probably going to have to see more often than he’d like to admit.

Sighing, he opened the door and walked in, bell ringing as he did so. It did a good job at catching the girl’s attention, as her head shot up when it rang.

He seemed to be the first customer in a while. Although he wouldn’t be surprised; it was fairly late into the night and Ms. Chen did recently expand the hours from 8:00 a.m. - 12:00 a.m. - It was practically only ten minutes until closing.

The girl gave Eddie a soft smile, welcoming, that he returned briefly, before she turned back to her textbook when she noticed the ease Eddie had walking through the store. It was easy to tell he was a regular.

When he reached only the first shelf from the counter, he was unable to help himself and spoke indirectly, “So, you’re new?”

“Huh?” The girl looked over before seeing him turn his head to give her a slight smile and nod towards her, as if signalling to her, “Yes, I’m talking to you”.

Yanking her earbud out almost frantically, she stammered, feeling herself flush slightly in his gaze, “Oh yeah. Yeah, I’m… I’m new.”

Eddie hummed.

She continued before he had the chance to reply, “I’m assuming you’re a regular here? You know Ms. Chen?”

“Yeah,” Eddie chuckled and shook his head, thinking of the older woman, “Yeah, she’s a…”

“Character?”

The both of them let out small laughs of their own together before Eddie found himself turning back to the shelf and the girl back to her textbook, albeit both reluctantly.

Once again, in true Eddie Brock fashion, Eddie found himself unable to stop and spoke once more, “So, not that I’m exactly complaining, but why exactly isn’t Chen here. I don’t think the woman’s ever missed a fuckin’ day.”

She breathed a laugh before turning back to him with something bright in her eyes that Eddie felt he hadn’t seen in a long time, something refreshing, “I’m pretty sure she wanted to set aside a little time for who I think is the future Mr. Chen.”

“Wow,” Eddie feigned disappointment, “There goes my shot.”

A bright smile grew on the girl’s face, making Eddie’s heart start beating just a little bit faster as she went along, “There it goes.”

A small smile - a true, genuine small smile - found its way to Eddie’s face. She was cute, really cute.

“Who is she and why does she make your heart beat fast?”

“Jesus,” Eddie jumped unnoticeably at Venom’s voice in his head, muttering to himself, “Shut up, you parasite.”

The girl’s eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and offense having heard his muttered words. “Excuse me?”

“Parasite!” Venom spoke in his head with anger.

Eddie’s eyes widened before he took a few steps closer to the counter. “No! No. Not you.”

“O-” She looked him up and down for a split second with a frown; who was he talking to if not you, the only person in the store with him. “Okay.”

They stayed in silence for a few seconds, feeling the awkward tension get heavier with each passing by. Although, when Eddie saw the girl shift back into her leaning over the counter position from before to get back to her textbook, he pulled her away from it once more.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Eddie spoke sincerely to the young woman, looking from her to somewhere in the store ever so often, “I guess I have this… thing where I… talk to myself. Sometimes I don’t even realize I do it. Could I just- I mean, do you think I could get your name?”

Her frown upturned into a soft smile once more. “Y/N.”

She then proceeded to add, “I work three days a week here.”

Eddie’s gaze on her felt like the heat from one of those lights on a movie set, and it made her feel flush under it, “I mean, that’s just if you wanted to know. I’m gonna be here pretty often, so I don’t know-”

“Hey, Y/N, Y/N.” He cut her off with an endeared look on his face. “Don’t shit yourself, it’s good to know.”

“Okay,” Y/N laughed nervously as she watched Eddie move across the store once again to reach the desired shelf, “Good- Good to know. Tha-Thanks.”

Once he’d found his desired purchases, dollars over dollars of tater tots and chocolate for his “little buddy”, he took them up to the counter that Y/N sat behind.

She spoke as she grabbed each product and scanned, eyes looking up from her actions to Eddie, “Hey, I never got your name.”

He chuckled nervously and spoke almost regretfully to the floor, “Yeah, it’s, ah, it’s Eddie.” He lifted his head to, although he didn’t intend to and it just ended up happening, gauge Y/N’s reaction - As if it would set off a bomb, especially after everything with the Life Foundation.

“No way,”

And there it goes.

“I thought I’d recognized you from somewhere; you’re Eddie Brock, right?” Here comes the part Eddie was waiting for, the backlash of having dismantled the Life Foundation - people claiming what the foundation was accused of doing, what Carlton Drake was accused of doing, wasn’t actually real despite the photo evidence he’d provided. Although, when Eddie closed his eyes for a brief second to both calm himself and Venom, the symbiote probably feeling the way his nerves spiked and heart pumped faster, he opened then fairly quickly when he heard Y/N’s excited voice with what could even possibly be admiration, “You exposed the Life Foundation, right? That’s- That’s insane. It was crazy what they were doing, I still can’t believe it. I mean, I kinda can ‘cause I never exactly had a good feeling about that guy. Yeah, he was nice on camera and stuff, but it felt like he was a little too nice, if you know what I mean.”

She paused when she noticed Eddie was staring at her like she grew another head and looked to him nervously. “What?”

“Nothing.” Eddie pushes back a disbelieved laugh, staring at the girl with that same disbelief, except with something lighter that felt like a tiny spark of hope for him, which made him feel like he was getting way too far ahead of himself. “It’s just that, since it’s happened, not a lot of people have good things to say about it.”

Y/N shrugged before she grabbed a plastic bag and began placing the items into it, eyes on that now as opposed to on Eddie. “I think what you did was great. People are probably just still in their little bubbles trying to avoid any type of bad thing. It was only the poor being used during the human trials, so it’s none of their concern as far as it goes - Just like everything else. I read your papers now, they’re amazing.”

“Thanks.” Eddie smiled, practically mesmerized with this girl for reasons unfathomable to even him.

After he handed her cash, she leaned over and handed him his bag. Taking it, he felt his fingers brush against hers, feeling adrenaline rush through his body at the mere contact…

Which alerted the symbiote.

Knowing, Eddie turned away from Y/N, moving his head down as his eyes flashed an ominous grey, trying his damn hardest to keep Venom at bay.

Beginning to walk out, he shouted, “Thanks, Y/N. See you.”

Y/N’s smile faltered at his sudden leave, only replying with a sigh after the bell chimed again and Eddie was no longer in the store, “No problem, Eddie.”

Outside, an argument was taking place inside Eddie Brock’s head with his symbiote.

“She makes you heart beat fast like Annie.”

Shaking his head whilst he walked, Eddie thought to Venom, “No, she doesn’t.”

“Yes, she does.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Yes, she does.”

“No, she doesn’t!” Eddie practically shouted in the middle of the street, stopping his movement to see that he’d gained weird looks from others on the street with his outburst. Shaking his head once more, he went onto walking home again.

“Look, I just met her-”

“We.”

“We! We just met her, and it doesn’t mean anything. She was pretty, and new, thought I was cool, and I haven’t gotten any for months now. We just got excited. That’s all. We’ll see her every once and a while, and that’s it. She’s a good girl, wouldn’t be surprised if she had a boyfriend.”

“We can eat him.”

“No-” Eddie cut himself off when he realized he spoke aloud again, frustrated with the symbiote’s quote on quote “solution”

Huffing he continued to speak with the symbiote, turning the corner and getting closer to his apartment building.

“No, we cannot eat him. We don’t eat people, at least not good ones, and you know, there are a lot-”

“A lot of good people. Yes, yes, I know.”

“Exactly. So get over it. I will.”

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“So, Mondays and Wednesdays.” Eddie walked into Chen’s convenience store that Wednesday to be greeted with what he thought was possibly the most beautiful smile from Y/N. “You wanna let me in on what the third day of the week you work on?”

Y/N laughed, taking her earbud out and giving her full attention to Eddie, almost looking at his shyly and bit her lip, driving him insane in a way he didn’t expect from you. “I don’t know… Maybe you’ll have to figure that out for yourself, Ed.”

“Oh, it’s Ed now,” Eddie challenged with a smirk, walking past her to the first shelf.

Her eyes followed, taking in his broad frame. “Mhm.” She nodded confidently.

“Mhm,” Eddie mimicked her with a chuckle before nodding towards her textbooks. “What are you studying?”

“Uh,” Y/N looked down at her textbook, like she had forgotten what the textbooks were even for, eyes fluttering before she looked back up at the man. “Mostly English stuff.” Y/N shrugged and placed her elbow onto the counter, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. “I’m an English major - It’s my third year.”

Eddie gestured towards her, his front still facing the shelf and his side to her, his head still turned looking at her. “Any idea…”

Y/N snorted, voice straining as she told him, “Nope.”

Eddie turned away with a laugh when he saw her smile lazily at him.

She sighed, “But,” Eddie’s attention turned back to her, “I am hoping to figure it out by the end. Granted I have this year and the next to figure it out, but here’s to hoping, right?”

“Yeah.” Eddie gave a weak smile. “Here’s to hoping.”

Y/N hummed then deciding to leave Eddie be, turning back to her textbook and putting an earbud into her left ear, as she always does.

“Pussy.”

Eddie huffed, speaking underneath his breath, “Alright, you know what?”

Forgetting what he’d come to the store for, Eddie found himself marching up to the counter and planting himself in front of it, right where Y/N was seated behind.

Obviously hearing his movement, Y/N looked up with her eyebrows furrowed and a confused smile on her lips. “Is everything alright, Eddie?”

“Let me take you to dinner,” Eddie said abruptly as to not chicken out, attempting to smile through all the nerves he was feeling in that moment, “Let me- Let me take you out on a date, sweetheart.”

Panic shot through his chest right through his heart when he saw Y/N’s confused smile falter into a frown and her face grow solemn.

“I’m really flattered, Eddie.”

“Please, no but. Please, no but.”

“But,”

“And there it is.”

“I’m already seeing someone. I-” Y/N paused and looked at him almost regretfully, biting her lip with her eyes filled with sadness. “I’m really sorry, Eddie. You’re really cool and stuff, but-”

“No.” Eddie shook his head before giving a weak fake smile as he chuckled, attempting to not make it sound as bitter as he felt so he wouldn’t make the girl feel bad. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault. I should’ve asked-”

“No, it’s okay, really.” Y/N shook her head and attempted a smile to show him it was fine, really.

“Maybe,” Eddie paused, looking around then back to Y/N, “Maybe I should go. I’ll just go. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you, okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/N eyebrows furrowed in concern before she called out as he began to walk away, “Didn’t you need to get some stuff?”

“Uh, no.” Eddie looked back briefly, then tucked his hands into his pockets before he opened the door with his shoulder and heard the bell chime as always. “Not today.”

As Y/N watched him walk away from the store through the glass, she couldn’t help the words that came out of her mouth despite a mother now walking in with her small child, “Fuck,”

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Despite saying everything was fine, Eddie found himself not going back to the store for the next week, too, and as stupid as it sounds, scared to face Y/N after what had happened. He felt stupid; after everything, she was too good to be true - Way too good to be true.

Although, ten days later, he found himself on his way to the convenience store on a Saturday night, half past eleven.

Taking a deep breath before entered, he pulled the door opened and heard the damn bell again, catching, none other than, Y/N’s attention. Although, this time - This time, she saw him of course, but she didn’t take out the earbud always in her left ear, didn’t take her focus off her textbook and highlighter in hand to shoot Eddie the biggest, most beautiful smile. She didn’t give him any type of greeting.

At first sight, Eddie would think that obviously she’s pissed. He probably made her feel bad about it, despite how he said it’s okay. Completely contradicted himself and made her feel like an ass.

As he got closer to the girl, though, he heard a sniffle she tried hard to cover.

It sent a rush of rage through his body, and he had to try his hardest to fight against Venom’s want to make an appearance.

“Stop it, you’ll scare her.”

“I will scare whoever did this to her. I’ll bite their head off-”

“No. Biting. Heads off. Right now, we’re focusing on her… We might be the ones who did this to her.”

Eddie then felt a flush of shame before Venom spoke to him once more.

“You.”

“You? What do you mean you?”

“You did this to her. I had nothing to do with it.”

Eddie rolled his eyes subtly at the symbiote.

“So now it’s just me, huh?”

The symbiote didn’t reply, and that when Eddie decided to walk closer to the counter and the upset girl behind.

He spoke up, “Y/N?”

Eddie heard Y/N suck in a breath before shooting her head up to face him, quickly wiping away any tears that may be running down her beautiful face, and shooting him a weak smile in attempts to cover up she’d been crying. “Hey, Eddie,” She gave a forced chuckle, “Guess you figured out what the third day of the week I work is.”

Eddie stared at her, concern littered all over his face with a mix of anger, his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

Her nose was running and she looked drained, her eyes faintly red rimmed from crying.

“Nothing, Ed, I’m-” Y/N let out a shaky sigh. “I’m fine. It’s stupid, anyway.”

“Hey,” Eddie spoke softly to the girl, leaning himself as close as he could with the counter separating them, “I won’t think it’s stupid.”

Y/N shrugged before she let out a sad laugh, “It’s just the guy I was seeing.”

Eddie hummed, already knowing where this was going. Nonetheless, he let her continue.

She crossed her arms in front of her, placing them onto the counter and leaning forward. Closer to Eddie.

“I thought we made it clear we weren’t gonna see other people,” Y/N smiled sadly, her voice soft and light, weak, “But I guess it wasn’t clear to him. I, uh, I caught him with some girl, and I know it’s stupid ‘cause we’ve only been together a few months, but it just hurts-”

Eddie shook his head and stopped her, “It’s not stupid, Y/N. I promise you it’s not. That guy’s an asshole - Doesn’t even know what he’s missin’”

“Let’s bite his head off.”

Although Eddie chose to ignore him this time, he couldn’t help but consider the idea.

Y/N gave a weak laugh, “Thanks, Eddie.”

“Any day.”

Y/N shook her head and looked at him regretfully, “Listen, Eddie, about the other day - I’m sorry. I really like you too, I just felt like an ass about it and wrong ‘cause I was already seeing somebody. I mean, but now I don’t feel so bad about it anymore, I guess. If you’d still want to, I’d like to take you out on a date to make up for, well, all that and the past ten days.”

“Got nothing to make up for, Y/N.” Eddie smiled softly at her as he reached over to grab her hand on the counter. “But yeah, I’d really like that.”

If Eddie Brock was a fourteen year old girl, he’d he felt his insides melt and butterflies in his stomach as you gave him the sweetest smile, but Venom would never let it go.

The sweet moment was all too quickly interrupted.

In came a hulking building of a man, angry and red faced. Red faced not cause he was angry, but ‘cause he was pretty fucking ugly if the three of them (mind Venom) do say so themselves.

The gun in his hand made it clear what his intentions were, and sent a jolt of protectiveness through Eddie’s body over Y/N and her safety.

The man’s voice was aggressive as he directed Y/N to put all the money in the bag, gun still at his side. She did what he said, obviously, her hands shaking unlike how Ms. Chen was usually more collected because she was unfortunately too used to it. Although, Eddie hadn’t moved when he told him to.

“Move,” The man boomed, then expressed almost nonchalantly, “I can shoot her if you want, if that’ll make you fucking move.”

The man then proceeded to direct the gun towards Y/N’s head, making her breath hitch and stop her actions of shovelling the cash into the bag to stare at Eddie with eyes filled with frightened tears to mouth, “Move.”

This time, when all he could see was red, Eddie didn’t stop Venom.

Surely, Eddie form became Venom’s; black covering Eddie body as they shifted. Venom stood huge and towering over everyone and everything. Tongue slid across sharp, menacing teeth as he smiled ominously at the man who now dropped his gun and looked like he was shitting bricks.

There was no speech this time like with the one guy who would continuously harass and rob Ms. Chen. No, this time, he simply grabbed onto the struggling man’s shirt, lifted him with ease to dangle him in the air before simply using him as his next meal.

Y/N stood watching frozen, scared to make any type of movement, even breath, as to catch the attention of the terrifying creature in front of her that used to be Eddie.

It didn’t seem to work for her though, because the creature’s head snapped around to her, making her let out a shriek and duck underneath the counter, not knowing what else to do other than cry and expect potential death coming her way.

Although, that didn’t seem to happen. She heard the creature… talking; like he was arguing with himself.

“No!” It said, “I want to meet her!”

She heard a final growl before she heard something else, something… slimy, then footsteps coming around the counter to where she hid underneath. Her whole body tensed as she awaited the huge creature, terrified.

Before she knew it, she faced with not huge, inky black feet (?), but Eddie’s shoes. He crouched down for face her huddled form, arms wrapped around the legs that were right against her chest.

“Hey,” Eddie said softly, bringing a hand to her arm and pretending he didn’t feel her flinch, “I’m sorry for scaring you. It’s okay. You can come up now.”

Y/N looked at him in disbelief before she spoke fearfully, “No, fuck you, it’s waiting for me.”

Eddie chuckled, genuinely, as his head fell to his chest for a brief second before he looked back up, into her beautiful, [eye colour] eyes. “Sweetheart, I promise, he’s not waiting for you. At least, not to eat you.”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded before exclaiming, “So then it’s to just kill me! He’s probably just full, that’s why. Ate a whole man.”

“Alright.” Eddie placed a hand on either side of Y/N’s face and directed her focus solely onto him. “I promise I’ll explain everything, okay? Just know you’re safe with me. You’re safe, you don’t have to worry.”

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed as she debated in her head, Eddie frightful of what decision she may come to.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” Eddie smiled.

She rolled her eyes weakly in distress. “Yeah. Just- Just help me up now.”

Releasing her face, Eddie grabbed her hands and pulled her up with him, although the movement made lose her footing and bump herself into his chest. His arm wrapped itself her waist and there wasn’t anymore space between them, faces barely centimetres apart.

“Hey,” Y/N smiled cheekily at him, her arms wrapping around his torso.

“Hey,” Was all Eddie said back impatiently before his hand reached up to cup her face and guide her lips onto his.

Here’s to hoping. Oh, and those damn tater tots and chocolate that gave him a reason to be there in the first place.

#eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #angst #fluff #venom movie #venom 2018 #imagine #one shot #drabble #tom hardy x reader

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papitocarlositothirst · 5 years

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anna just delete the preview, here’s part 3 lmaoo who am i even kidding sksksksk YOUR WISH IS MY COMAND, LET’S GO PART 3

When you woke up the next morning, your bed was empty, cold. For a few seconds you just laid there, trying to hear any sounds that would tell you that Max was still in your apartment. But there was only silence.

You felt tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. You should’ve known – and maybe you did know – that he wouldn’t be there when you woke up, but it still hurt. You were also angry. Angry at him for making you think that you had to make up for something, because you had slept with someone else. Angry at him for making you think that he might actually have feelings for you, too. Angry at him for playing with you.

Part of you didn’t even want to get up that morning, but you knew you had to. You wouldn��t let Max Verstappen get under your skin. Not anymore. You were done with him, done with his games. Getting over him would be an arduous process, the night spent with that Charles-guy had proven that already.

Once you got up, you caught a glimpse of your naked shape in the mirror. Your body was covered in dark bruises. You let your fingers trail over them, touching them. Last night, you had been so happy that Max marked you like this, that he wanted you to be his. This morning, however, you felt incredibly stupid and just wanted to get rid of them. You knew that you would have to look at them for at least a few more days, until they completely disappeared, and that thought made you even angrier.

You just couldn’t understand why he did all that. Why did he insist on you begging him for his forgiveness? Why did he allude to having feelings for you? Did he know that this was going to end and he just wanted to get one last fuck in? Lying to you and manipulating you to get what he wanted? You just couldn’t understand him, try as you might. Once you got dressed and looked at you phone, you saw a text message. From Max.

‘Something came up, had to leave’

Part of your anger faded as quickly as it came, but you were still angry. Not completely, though. You were still stuck in that limbo, of not knowing where you stood with him. And what was so important anyway that he had to leave on a Sunday morning before the sun was even up? You let out a heavy sigh. Should you text him back? Should you stick to your plan and just try to get over him?

In the end, you decided not to text him, you didn’t even know what to say to him. But you would wait and see if he showed up and maybe he would actually talk to you about last night. You tried desperately to distract yourself, to not think about Max too much, but you failed miserably. When you heard a knock at your door, you basically ran towards it and pulled it open. This time it wasn’t Max, but Meg.

Her eyes immediately widened when she looked at you. “Jesus, did that dude from the bar make you look like that?”, she asked, pointing with her finger towards the bruises on your neck and the one poking out from underneath your shirt on your chest. You thought about lying for a moment, telling her that it had been him. But you also didn’t want to lie to your best friend anymore. You had kept Max a secret for over a year now and you just needed to talk to her about it. So you shook your head.

“Come in, I’ll explain”, you said. Meg stepped inside and you closed the door behind it. “Spill it” Meg sat down on the couch, making herself comfortable, obviously expecting you to get to the point immediately and not beat around the bush.

So you started telling her all about Max, how you met a year ago and how you had this very casual thing going on. How you wanted more from him now. You told her about the night at the bar and how you hooked up with that Charles-guy and how Max found out the day after. You spared her some of last nights details, although she was adamant that she wanted to know everything, you didn’t want to tell her all the wicked things Max had done to you. You wanted to keep them secret, something that only you and him knew. Meg tried to give you advice, telling you that maybe you should just be very frank about your feelings and that if he didn’t feel the same way, it was his fault. You knew she had a point, but it was easier in theory. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but when it came down to it, you knew you would chicken out.

“You have to do it, though!”, Meg insisted. “It’s for your own good”

“I know, I know”, you groaned.

“When are you going to see him again?”, she asked. In that moment, there was a knock on your door. Meg was here, so there was only one other person who would just swing by like that without any notice. You looked at Meg and it seemed like she realized what was going on.

“Is that him?”, she whispered, afraid he could hear her.

“I don’t know who else it could be”, you answered, shrugging, but inside you felt your nerves swell up.

Meg grabbed her handbag and coat, ready to leave if it turned out to really be Max. You looked through the peephole and saw Max standing there. There was a second of panic. You tried to tell Meg that it was Max without saying anything. Smoothing your hands over your hair and pulling on your clothes a little to be more presentable, you grabbed the doorknob.

“I know you’re there”, you then heard his voice from the other side of the door. You wanted to open it, but part of you also wanted to know what else he would say.

“I’m sorry for just leaving. Something important came up…”, you heard him take a deep breath. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night, though”, he said. You looked over to Meg who was also clearly listening to his words, a grin on her lips.

“Open the door!”, she mouthed, gesticulating wildly with her arms. You had to smile, even though you were still so nervous and you then opened the door. Max looked at you, his eyes had that puppy-dog look in them and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

“Hey”, you whispered.

“Hey”, he replied, matching your tone.

“Come in” You opened the door wider so he could come in.

You noticed that he looked at something, or more, someone behind you. Meg was standing there with a smile on her face.

“Max, this is Meggie, my best friend” You closed the door and Meg walked a few steps towards Max to shake his hand.

“Meggie, this is Max … a friend”, you said, voice changing slightly when you said that Max was ‘a friend’ and you knew that this probably didn’t go unnoticed by Max.

“Hi, nice to meet you”, Max then said with one of his smiles that definitely made Meg’s knees weak.

“Hi”, she only breathed out and you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as you look at her.

“Meggie was just about to leave, actually” You then interrupted their little moment. You knew that Meg would never even touch Max, now that she knew that you had feelings for him. But you still didn’t like the way that she was looking at him.

“Right, yes!”, she smiled and then hurried towards you and the door. You opened the door and ushered her outside.

“Bye, Max!”, she said and before you were able to shut the door in her face, she stopped you.

“You forgot to mention that he was hot as all hell!”, she whispered and then you closed the door with an eye roll, but you also couldn’t refrain from letting a small grin spread on your lips. Once the door was shut, you turned back around to Max. There were a few seconds of silence before he spoke up.

“A friend, huh?”, he asked, looking at you with a raised brow, but there was also a softness in his deep blue eyes. You knew that he had just given you the perfect opportunity to talk about what you really wanted to talk about. You had to do this. It was now or never.

“Well, what else are we? I couldn’t exactly introduce you as my fuck-buddy”, you said with a slight shrug. You couldn’t even really look at him. Max came a few steps closer towards you, he put a hand underneath your chin, angling your head up to look at him.

“How about next time, you introduce me as your boyfriend then?” Max asked you, tentatively, voice low. You could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat at his words. You didn’t know what to say, so for a while you just stared at him with wide eyes. You had thought that it would take a whole confession of your feelings towards him and that he would still reject you after. But here he was now, suggesting that he became your boyfriend.

Max seemed to take your silence, your loss of words, as a rejection. His hand under your chin dropped to his side again and you saw his jaw clench.

“Message received”, he said and you could hear something in his voice. Anger or sadness, or possibly both. He was about to move past you when you got yourself out of that trance you were in.

“No, no, Max, wait!”, you grabbed his hand to stop him from walking away. He turned around and the softness from his eyes had disappeared.

“I get it, don’t worry. You’re gonna have to find someone else to fuck you now, though”

“Max”, you said almost pleading, but he was about to twist his wrist out of your grip, when three little words slipped out of your mouth.

“I love you”

Max froze in place. He turned to look at you again.

“I love you”, you said again. Quieter this time, softer.

“Don’t say those words if you don’t mean them”, he sounded like he was trying to convince you, that you didn’t actually mean to say those words. Like it was impossible to love him.

“But I do. I mean them”, you nodded your head slightly to emphasize your words. He looked at you as if he was deciding if you were telling the truth or not.

“I do. I love you, Max”, you tried to reassure him by saying it again.

“Why did you sleep with that other guy, then?”, his voice was softer now, but you still heard that suspicious tone in his voice that told you that he still didn’t quite believe you.

“Because I thought you didn’t feel the same”, you looked at him, trying to make him believe you.

“I thought that if I had sex with someone else, it would help me stop thinking about you, but I was so wrong. It only made me want you more. Nothing he did could compare to what you do to me”, you finished your explanation, hoping that Max would finally believe you.

He kept staring at you, scanning your face for a hint that you were lying. But there was none, because you were telling nothing but the truth. He seemed to come to the same conclusion, because he then grabbed your face and crashed his lips onto yours. You grabbed the front of his expensive sweater, pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss.

You felt like a weight had been taken off your shoulders. Max felt the same way as you did. Not even in your wildest dreams could you have imagine that that was possible.

Max moved you backwards until your back hit the wall with a loud thud. His hands moved all over your body, slipping under your shirt, his knee pushing between your legs, hips pressing against yours. You moaned into his mouth, running your hands through his hair.

It all went very quickly, you stripped off each others clothes and then Max hoisted you up. You wrapped your legs around his middle almost instinctively, pulling him even closer. His hand were gripping your ass tightly. You felt his hard length against your entrance, you tried to move your hips so gain some friction and Max didn’t seem to be in the teasing mood, because he indulged you immediately.

He first moved his hard cock between your folds, dragging over your clit, and then slowly pushed into your opening. You let out a breathy moan at the stretch, feeling so full. Max started to move in and out of you, forehead pressed against yours. Strands of his hair falling into his brow, messed up by your hands, tickling your cheeks. Your fingers were digging into his shoulders now, nails leaving crescent shaped marks in his skin. Slowly you felt your orgasm approach.

“I’m gonna– I’m gonna cum”, you panted, wanting to come with Max, you felt him nodding, which told you that he was close, too. He kissed you deeply, almost tenderly, but still with so much passion.

“Come for me, baby”,

Max then hissed out, also breathing heavily and his words sent you over the edge. You moaned loudly, kissing him, to try and quiet your sounds. You also felt Max thrust into deeply one last time and then you could feel himself release inside of you.

You both needed a few seconds to breathe and once your rapid heartbeat had slowed down again, Max let you down. You legs felt like jelly, though and if Max hadn’t been there to steady you and keep you upright, your knees would’ve hit the floor.

There was a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched you, pleased with how weak he had made you. He was nice enough to help you, though. He whisked you up into his arms, carrying you like a princess, and you let out a soft laugh.

He brought you into your bedroom and then placed you on your bed and he didn’t hesitate to lie down next to you, pulling you close. He started kissing you again, lazily, softly. His fingertips running over your naked skin so gently, it almost felt like a feather.

It didn’t take long until you felt Max’s hard length press against your thigh again and you engaged in another round.

The first time, against the wall, felt needier, it almost had something desperate to it. Like now that those feelings were out in the open, you had to act on them, lest they disappear. But this time was so much more loving and slow and deeper in a way you had never experienced it before.

You fell asleep completely exhausted after.

Luckily you had your alarm set, because you had to go to work the next day. Max was already awake, but still in bed with you. And that felt good. Having his warmth in you bed, his beautiful blue eyes being the first thing you see. He looked so much younger with that messy hair and those tired eyes. Once he realized you were awake, he leaned over to kiss you.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst, you were so happy in that moment. The thought of calling in sick and just spend the day in bed with Max was very tempting, but you knew you couldn’t let your co-workers hanging. And Meg would probably come by after to check on you and you couldn’t have that. So work it was.

After some more kissing, you both finally made it out of bed. You went into the bathroom and turned the shower on so the water could heat up, you got out some towels and brushed your teeth when you heard a phone ring.

It wasn’t your so it had to be Max’s.

You heard that he started talking on the phone, but because of the running water you couldn’t hear everything.

“Can’t talk right now… yes… “

You could tell by his voice that it was something important. You couldn’t help but be curious, so you moved a little closer towards the door, opening it up a smidge to hear a little better. Part of you felt horrible for eavesdropping, but you were just too nosy and had to know what was going on.

You could hear him a bit clearer now, but you obviously couldn’t hear what the person at the other end of the line was saying.

“I told you I’ll take care of it”, he said again and there was some anger in his voice.

“I’ll do it tonight”, he then said and hung up. You quickly closed the door again, acting like nothing happened and got in the shower.

There were a few questions that popped into your head in that moment. Who was on the other end? What were they talking about? What is Max going to take care of tonight? Of course you couldn’t ask him about it, but you were still so damn curious.

Max had joined you in the shower soon after, but you were both running late so you had to be quick about it. Before you both headed out the door you asked Max if he was coming over tonight.

“Uh, no, I have something to do for work”, he said, not getting into any specifics.

“Oh, okay. You can’t come over after, though?”, you tried to convince him, a smile on your face.

“I can’t, I don’t know how long it will take”, he said and again, he only spoke very vaguely about this thing. You decided not to push it further. At least for now.

“All right”, you then shrugged, but you were still a little sad about it.

He kissed you once more and then you both left for work.

#max monday #submission

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dfel-exe · 5 years

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Hello~ May i have a scenario for Harry holding his firstborn with mc a few years after the outbreak and everything is normal and they eventually settled down? Thanks in advance!

heya anon! ah this is such a cute request! Harry is my best boy, so everytime i get a chance to write about him i get a little excited sksksksk! this takes place after the happy ending/everyone lives ending

Aftermath - Harry x Reader

Word Count: 810

Warnings: fluff

Key: Y/N - Your Name

You and Harry had always been close. From the day he saved you at the convenience store, to the day the group had journeyed to the safe zone. Now, you weren’t oblivious to your feelings. When you felt something, you knew it, which is why you weren’t too shocked when you came to the realization that you had feelings for Harry. He was kind and caring, even with his past trauma, he still focused all of his attention on other people, making sure they were alright.

His confession shocked you quite a bit. He was very skilled when it came to hiding his feelings, which put you in a situation where you never knew how he felt. Of course he had occasionally opened up to you, but he never showed the slightest bit of romantic interest in you. But you accepted his confession wholeheartedly, and you promised each other that you would get through the apocalypse together.

Years had passed since the apocalypse began. After you and the group had gotten to the safe zone, a possible cure was found months later. The cure fortunately worked, and life began to get a little bit brighter. Eugene pursued his music career, Ethan continued baseball, and the others did their own things, but you all promised to keep in contact. Why would you not want to continue talking to the people you survived the zombie apocalypse with? The downside to the cure was quite depressing, though. Obviously, you couldn’t bring back the ones who had gotten eaten by the zombies, but if a zombie had been infected for more than three months, they couldn’t be saved. This lead to a significantly smaller population all around the world, but it was nice in it’s own way. The world stopped relying so much on technology, and began to appreciate everything else a little more.

The pregnancy wasn’t supposed to happen, you had never thought of having children, and you definitely didn’t expect it to happen so soon. You two had been together for quite some time, but had never spoken about children. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and you had faith that this was one of those things. Breaking the news to Harry wasn’t scary, in fact, you were almost excited to do it. You sat him down, and slowly led up to the reveal.

“Harry, there’s something I need to tell you…” You said with a small smile, looking away from him and scratching the back of your head.

He raised his eyebrows at your slight embarrassment, responding with a question. “What is it, Y/N?”

You let out a sigh and gripped his hands, and then you broke the news. Oh boy, was his reaction worth it. He let out a light gasp, questioning if you were pranking him or joking around, and when you rejected the idea, he let out a breathy laugh before beginning to cry tears of joy.

“That’s great, Y/N… I’m really happy right now.”

The pregnancy had gone surprisingly smooth, and everybody was highly supportive of you and Harry’s relationship. Judy and Sue even came over to help you come up with baby names. Zion was the most excited at the gender reveal, betting his life against Eugene that it would be a boy. When it was revealed that he was right, he let out a victorious shout before putting Eugene in a playful headlock.

When the day finally came, you were prepared. The first time you held your son was a moment you would never forget. Your mother had always told you that you could never comprehend the love a parent has for their child until they touch them for the first time, and now you understand why. You let out a joyful sob at the sight of your child, Harry looking at you both with wide eyes.

Never had he thought that he would get the chance to be in a hospital room with the girl he loved and their child. When the apocalypse began, he immediately tossed any thought of something like this in the trash. But yet, here he was. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice you looking up at him with a sleepy smile.

“Harry, do you want to hold him?”

He looked up at you and nodded frantically, reaching out for the newborn. He was very gentle when picking him up, looking at you uneasily. You gave him a reassuring nod, smiling before softly closing your eyes.

Harry’s eyes traveled from you to the child, a period of momentary shock coursing through his veins. He didn’t realize he was crying until a droplet landed on his hand. He let out a soft chuckle at the positive thoughts running through his head. This wasn’t a dream. It was reality, and he was damn glad that it was.

#dangerous fellows #dangerousfellows #dangerous fellows lawrence #dangerous fellows harry #dangerous fellows zion #dangerous fellows eugene #dangerous fellows ethan #x reader #xreader #lucy dream #lucydream #lucy dream games #fanfic #fanfiction #visual novel #dangerous fellows imagines #dangerous fellows x reader

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chogiwank · 6 years

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Internship - CEO!Jaehyun Smut

Pairing: (sort of Fratboy!Jaehyun)CEO!Jaehyun x CollegeStudent!FemaleReader/SecretaryIntern!FemaleReader

Warning: not 100% proof read smut smut smutty smut smut like its pretty rough, dirty and long i apologize i got carried away jaehyun stans this boy really makes my dirtiest fantasies come out including doyoung and johnny SKSKSKSK

a/n:here’s a really overdue post LOLLL thank you for the wait loves,, we appreciate your support!! also i can finally drive a car!! WOOT WOOT i got my G1 (practice licence) and coincidentally finished this smut today as well so seems like a really good day to celebrate loll ; ))) enjoy reading you freaky deakies - Doyoung’s Darling

College parties were truly overrated: filled with the stench of booze, drunk, horny students trying to get into each other’s pants and really shitty EDM. Oh god, the first year of getting into college as a freshman I expected a whole life-changing experience, really it was better than high school but still just as shit. Nothing really changed, there was still the huge workload and the parties seemed more lame, of course maybe it wasn’t the party, maybe it was just me - I was probably boring but in all honesty I was never fond of partying, the whole reason I’m even sitting in the middle of a frat house is because of my friends forcing me. All of them pretty much party animals and I was the one who was always kind of left out, just followed along for the sake of them being my friends, especially because I didn’t have many, only two of my high school buddies - Lisa and Ten.

Both of them very much alike, kind, bubbly, funny, and dancing freaks with great style. Being the new kid at high school in the junior year they were the first ones who offered to show me around and hang out until I got adjusted to the school. Having Ten in art class was fun since we drew silly pictures of each other and sometimes our teacher who kind of looked like Batman, he had the voice too - although he was always in a shitty mood and would complain about his personal life instead of teaching which was really annoying and ruined Batman for me so fuck that.

Lisa, I’d met at lunch when Ten told me to come to sit with him, she and I got pretty close in a short amount of time, developed our trust really fast - it was almost instant. We’d end up telling each other many things in the span of a month or two from crushes, gossip to even some family problems which happened throughout the year. I never regretted meeting either of them that day, in fact, it was possibly the best moment.

“Y/N! c’mon get up!” Lisa shouted over the loud music as I denied her request shaking my head. “No! Get up and dance, your man is on the floor too!”

“My man?” I shouted back, “I do not have a man for your information!”

“Oh stop lying to yourself,” Ten voice came from beside me as he bent over the couch startling me. “You love him, you’ve been in love with him since you first saw him on the first day of college.”

“Bullshit-“

“Damn right you’re spurting bullshit if you keep denying it now, up you coward!” Ten said pulling me up from the couch, Lisa helped out grabbing my arm and tugging me into the middle of the dance floor. Sweaty bodies bumped against each other and occasionally made contact with me, cringing from the strong scent of alcohol mixing with the utterly horrible stench of sweat,

“ugh this is so gross.”

“Don’t be such a party popper girl, go walk up to your man, dance with him!” Lisa encouraged shoving me from behind.

“Nonono please I don-“

“Y/N if you don’t do this I’ll cancel our friendship and call you a pussy for the rest of your life.” Ten said raising an eyebrow.

“You wouldn’t-“

“Try me.” He said sternly.

“Okay, okay fine! I’ll do it just don't-“ I let out a shriek as I fell forwards from a strong push, crashing into someone else falling down on top of them. My shirt became soaked from the spillage of alcohol on it, causing me to groan from the unexpected incident.

“You okay?” The stranger who became my accidental pillow asked, the voice sounded oddly familiar. I sat up getting off of the stranger’s lap looking at them, and that’s when I realized this stranger was more than just a stranger - Jung Jaehyun. The most popular senior college kid, the stereotypical frat boy I swore to never fall for but his looks drove me in another direction. He was really handsome and cute. His body was built all muscular but his face had soft features and dimples with chubby cheeks, it was odd but that’s what intrigued me to him. The difference between his interior and exterior made me curious, I wouldn’t say I’d want to date him but surely wanted to spend a night with him see the type of man he was - cold fuck boy, or a genuine sweetheart.

“Y-yeah I am, thanks for breaking my fall.” I snapped myself out of my thoughts.

“Well it wasn’t really my choice but at least you’re not hurt.” He chuckled. “Ah but your shirt.” He pointed.

“Oh yeah, I guess I’ll be up cleaning it tonight.” I sighed.

“I could help you out..” Jaehyun trailed off.

“Well I mean, it’s not really-“

“I don’t mean I’ll pull moves on you and try to have sex, I could just help you bc that’s gonna be a hard stain to get out.”

“Y-yeah sure.”

“Follow me.” He smiled getting up from his spot on the ground leading me off the dance floor upstairs. I looked over my shoulder to see Ten and Lisa making kissy faces towards us, I rolled my eyes. They were so childish, but I’m guessing that what everyone thought now the scene sort of looked like that. They all looked pretty busy sucking each other’s faces off so hopefully, nothing spreads around. Walking up the stairs he made small talk asking my name and such if I was enjoying the night.

“Here,” Jaehyun said opening a bedroom door and walking in. “You can borrow one of my shirts while I clean yours.”

“I...” hesitantly stepping into the room I nodded at the boy.

“Take this.” He tossed over a plain yellow shirt. “Hand it back to me next time we meet.” He opened up the bathroom door gesturing me to walk in.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him, closing the door behind me switching the shirts and handing my dirty one to him. “This is such a big shirt.”

“Really? No way!” He laughed. “I thought we were the same size but I guess not.”

I rolled my eyes and giggled at his sarcasm. “It’s awfully nice of a fuck boy to share his clothes and not make intentions to fuck.”

“A fuck boy?” Jaehyun put a hand over his chest pretending to be offended. “Is that how you see me?”

“Kind of what you’re labelled as.” I shrugged.

“Well just so you know I may dress like one but I’ve only had sex with one girl.” My eyes widened at his confession.

“No way, that’s a lie!”

“Yes way, I’ve made out with some but never fucked them.” He slightly smiled. “What about you kid?”

“two dudes...” I shifted my gaze to the ground.

“Whoa, two? Who’s the real player here?” He teased elbowing my shoulder.

“Well the first one was my ex-boyfriend during sophomore year and the second was this dude from the beginning of senior year, just a little fling.” I blushed in embarrassment. Jaehyun laughed at my reaction, and wow his laugh was really pleasant I could’ve listened to it all day, possibly made it my ringtone.

“Were they any good for you.” He winked.

I shook my head. “Maybe it's just me but in all honesty not really.” I giggled. With that Jaehyun’s demeanour changed, from the giggly atmosphere to a tense one. He walked closer to me as I stepped back slightly intimidated. Eventually falling back onto the bed, his body hovered over me.

“Are you a challenge?”

“What?” I furrowed my brows.

“You’ve never had a man please you properly, either they were shit or you’re a challenge,” Jaehyun smirked.

“Oh..” suddenly becoming bold I answered his question. “Why don’t you show me how a woman should be pleased.”

“Don’t regret it, pretty girl,” he whispered.

“Only if you suck.” I teased.

“Don’t underestimate me, you’ll be screaming and clawing down my back pretty girl.”

“Prove it.” I bit my bottom lip.

“Get on your knees.” He whispered placing a wet kiss on my neck. “And for now, call me daddy.”

“Yes, daddy.” I obeyed his orders and that night was possibly the most memorable during my first year involving one of the best orgasms I’d had in my life, Jung Jaehyun surely knew his ways in pleasing a woman and boy was he right about not underestimating him.

Although that was the only memory I had with him, basically a one night stand. The handsome senior who’d left during my second year because he’d graduated and was never to return again, lucky him. Loser me because I‘m stuck in this place for four years working on my Masters for Business, not even sure if it was a good idea but my best option I had.

Here I was now last year college completing a Business major along with an internship to be a secretary. It was my first day as a student intern, I wanted to gain experience before heading into the work field but it didn’t seem to go so well, the day barely started and I was 7 minutes late to meet my boss - so much for a good first impression.

Running through the front gates of the company and informing the desk lady she guided me towards the room I thanked her following her directions.

Stopping in front of the office letting out a sigh, I stared at my blurry reflection in the frosted glass door, straightening my skirt and blazer I turned the handle stepping in with a smile and apologized to the man who sat at his desk jotting something down on paper, I could only get a view of his head top but continued to introduce myself.

“Hello sir, my sincerest apologies for being late transportation trouble really messed up for today- I’m sorry if this makes me seem sloppy but I shall do better every other day.”

Still not looking up from his papers the man spoke,

“So you’re the new intern?” His voice didn’t sound cold nor annoyed, it sounded soft surprisingly.

“Yes,” I replied brightly.

“I’m surprised.” Raising his head up to look at me, I was shocked at the realization of who I was interning for, “nice to meet you again, y/n.”

He gave a warm smile extending an arm out for a handshake.

“Wow...I can't believe this. It’s been so long...” I stammered. “Great to see you again, Jaehyun.” I smiled back at him.

Jung Jaehyun...the senior college boy, my one night stand I’d never thought to see again was now my boss - the CEO I was to be a secretary for.

“Small world.” He brightly smiled revealing his dimples. They were so deep just like I remembered four years ago, he looked exactly the same, his body still fit and his kind interior still existent. “I won’t count this as you being sloppy, I’ll let you get away with it this once,” he raised an eyebrow. “But please keep a steady schedule and be on time.”

“Of course.” I gave him a nod and apologetic smile.

“Now, I’ll get you adjusted to the building from the help of my secretary,” Jaehyun buzzed and called in for his secretary, Kira.

“Kira, please show our new intern Y/N around. Get her familiar with everything before she starts her actual work here in a year, from the morning routines to where every file is, all the way down to our closing and overwork routines.” The tall tanned brunette flashed him a smile and “yes sir.” Before leading me down to her office and around the building. For a month she helped me around until I got to know the place and by the end of it, I got to know the building as well as her. I’d help her out as her assistant and attend to matters Jaehyun would assign her to. She was a really kind person to be around and a fantastic talker, I swear she’d be talking 9/10 times every day - not hearing her voice once would make everything seem very off. It was nice though, great company to have sadly she would be moving onto a different company once my internship was over and I took her place.

Sitting in Kira’s office she chatted about watermelon being the superior fruit i apologize i was thinking about that dumbass mark lee and idk why, it was an odd topic but she made it sound like this genuine world issue. her comments were hilarious, I’d almost fell off my chair crying with laughter. She’d finished her last sip of tea, setting the papers back into files, and files back into the cabinets.

“Well, I’ll be off early today, Can you inform Mr.Jung? I’ll be in an hour early in the morning to finish everything off. Close the front doors for me?”

“Yes of course. I’ll see you tomorrow!” I waved off Kira as she walked out of her office and waited for the sound of the elevator ding signalling she was gone. I picked up the keys she’d left on her desk slipping the lane yard around my neck. Heading to walk out the office door I’d heard the intercom ring, I went to go attend it as it’d obviously be Jaehyun...uh Mr.Jung in need of some assistance. Of course, I already had to go meet him to inform him about Kira’s absence, and so I answered the intercom.

“Kira, I need you in my office please.” His voice rang through, I’d heard it almost every minute I was in the building but hadn’t seen him for a while, more specifically since I’d started the internship. It was kind of a bummer really but every time Kira sent me in to drop off files to his office he’d be at a meeting or such, so we never really talked or met after that day. Nothing much happened between us, despite our past history... maybe we just grew up, maybe it was us being normal horny teenagers back then, we were just more professional now. Although, was he still as good? I wondered a little too excited, expecting a little too much. he didn’t even know his secretary left, he’d have no intentions to really do anything, but would it change since this would be our first time alone in years? Would lust take over us once more?

Standing in front of his office door I opened the top button of my blouse and fixed my skirt just a little in hope of intriguing him - a little cleavage never hurt anyone. Twisting the knob and pushing open the door I stepped in to see him sitting on the red leather couch focusing on reading through documents.

“Kira...” he spoke without looking up. “I need you to keep these documents with you and give them to me tomorrow morning, it’s for the finance-“ he’d cut off his speech at the sight of me and not his secretary he’d been expecting. “Oh sorry I.. I thought-“

“Kira left,” I told him pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Oh, she did? That’s weird she-“

“she told me to tell you but you called her in before I could.”

“Alright alright, that’s fine.” Jaehyun looked down and up my body subtly biting his lip as his gaze landed upon my boobs which peaked out from my unbuttoned blouse. “Why don’t you head home.” He cleared his throat.

“I was, but again you called in.”

“Oh yeah, sorry please don’t let me stop you.” He gestured for me to walk out. Disappointed I nodded and bowed down as a goodbye, walking towards the office door I stopped as he spoke,

“Wait but if you don’t mind, can we have a small chat.”

I smiled. “Of course, why not?” I turned around walking over to where he sat on the couch. “Could I sit?”

He chuckled. “Why do you have to ask? You’re not some slave I’m gonna treat like shit. Just sit.” He pats the empty spot beside him, I laughed sitting down one leg over the other. An awkward silence washed over us not knowing which one should speak and about what, because talking about the past would just mention that night.

“So how have you been?” Jaehyun asked his tongue dart out licking his lips.

“I’ve been well, it’s been a while I’m surprised you work here...” I fiddled with my fingers. “Surprised you ended up my boss.”

“Well I never really expected the girl I had a one night stand with to be my soon to be secretary. “ he laughed. I blushed at his mention of the one night stand, my face turning a tint of pink caused him to laugh harder.

“Hey, hey! It’s not funny! “ I playfully pushed him. “You can’t expect me to not blush after you mentioned...that.”

“Well, what else would I say? There’s not much.”

“That true..” I nervously smiled covering my face as it got redder.

“Gosh was it really that embarrassing, why are you so red?” He said. “From what I remember you really fucking enjoyed it.”

“shut up!” I said slapping his arm and grabbing the pillow placed on the couch to bury my face in. He laughed at my reaction.

“I’m joking!” Calming down from the laughter and embarrassment he nervously spoke, “am I out of line to say I missed you?”

“W-what?” My eyes grew wide from his confession. “You missed me?”

“Yeah...” he chewed his bottom lip. “Not because of the sex... well that yes but also because I wanted to get to know you as a person. You seemed really different and kind rather than all the other girls at college.”

“In all honesty, I wish I got to know you more too. Kind of had a really big thing for you...”

“I know” he chuckled.

“Huh?” My brows furrowed in question.

“Your friend, Ten told me.”

“Seriously? That asshole!” I sighed. “I‘m gonna beat him when I see him” I mumbled.

“No, no please don’t do that! When he told me I started to take interest in you more.” His gaze shifted to the ground. “I wanted to talk but I got shy every time, I have no idea why you made me nervous.”

“Me? Make you nervous?” I raised an eyebrow. I made Jung Jaehyun nervous? He nodded his head ‘yes’, his cheeks turned pink and dimples prominent from his embarrassed smile.

“You were gorgeous.” He mumbled but clear enough for me to hear.

“no I...” I trailed off.

“Still are, and hell of a lot sexier. If I could have you like that again I would-“

“Why don’t you?” I spoke up placing a hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. “C’mon why don’t you? You said it yourself.”

“I know but...”

“Hmm” I hummed as he hesitated on an answer, unbuttoning my blouse enough to reveal the lacy red bra underneath. His breath hitched in his throat as his eyes landed on my chest. “I guess you’re just not as fun you used to be, you were less of a pussy actually had some know how’s and now you're just such a bummer.” I teased to get him to make a move. His jaw stiffened and eyebrows furrowed.

“What you think I don’t know how to please a woman anymore?”

“A little...” I shrugged a shoulder and smirked, “Prove me wrong, I dare you.”

“Don’t talk so much, it’ll get you in trouble.” His aura changed as he stood up looking down at me.

“Punish me for it.” I breathed out. “Fucking-“ I felt a sharp sting on my cheek as Jaehyun slapped me.

“You shouldn’t use such profanity with a pretty mouth like yours.” Tangling his fingers through my hair he roughly pulled back. Cupping my chin with his other hand he tapped his thumb on my bottom lip, “ open” he commanded. I obeyed as he roughly shoved two fingers in my mouth hitting the back of my throat prompting a gag. He let out an evil chuckle from the reaction. “Suck” I bobbed my head up and down his slender fingers, swirling my tongue around them as I looked up at him through my lashes to see him smirking. Releasing his grip on my hair he moved his hand down to my neck, tracing my collar bones and back up to where my neck joined my jaw squeezing hard but enough to allow air to pass through. The breath play elicited an accidental moan. “You like that, don’t you?” His voice deep and teasing. Jaehyun lets go of my neck allowing me to take proper breaths and removes his fingers from my mouth, now glistening in saliva.

I nodded my head biting my bottom lip seductively, “Yes daddy, is it too dirty for you?” I innocently spoke. He scoffed, bending down face-to-face with me.

“Not dirty enough.” He placed a rough kiss on my lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth exploring every inch. Eventually breaking the heated kiss, our lips still connected by a thin line of saliva, which ultimately broke as Jaehyun stood back up. I heavily panted in an attempt to catch my breath. “You better put that pretty mouth of yours to work,” he pushed my head forward, my lips landing on his clothed erection. “Take daddy’s cock in your mouth.” I began to lick and suck his bulge through the fabric of his pants, beginning to get needy to have the familiar taste of his cock in my mouth I pulled back to unbuckle his belt, surprisingly Jaehyun didn’t move from his position - his hand tangled in my hair while his other lay on his side. Opening the button and pulling down the zipper his pants dropped down to his ankles. His white boxers had a wet spot from his pre-cum, I yanked them down to pool at his ankles and he stepped out of the material. His cock sprung up leaking with pre-cum, it was hard and big the perfect fucking size and fuck I was ready for it, for him.

Taking it into my mouth I pushed my head down his length, taking him all into my throat causing me to let out a gag and muffled groan. Jaehyun let out a deep sigh throwing his head back, “fuck I didn’t think you would do that.” I moaned around his cock and began moving my head up and down, his grip tightened in my hair as he controlled my actions to what he desired- the faster or slower he wanted. I grabbed onto his thighs my nails digging into his skin as he forced my head down on his cock at a fast pace. Tears welled up in my eyes threatening to fall from his rough actions until he slowed down stopping at the tip of his cock. I didn’t let go just looked up at him facing down with a devilish smirk. He brought his free hand to my face, his index and thumb placed on my nose pinching my nostrils closed. He continued his before rough action moving my head down his length, the tears which I previously held in my eyes fell down my cheeks coloured black from the now ruined mascara. The lack of oxygen caused me to see stars as my eyes rolled back, my nails still deep in his thighs bound to leave crescent marks. Taking his cock out of my mouth and releasing my nose i tried to take in a deep breath causing a cough.

He roughly pulled me up from my seat on the couch, bending me backwards onto the glass table in front of it.

“You asked for this, better not be regretting it y/n.”

“Not one bit,” I croaked out due to my sore throat. “use me like a toy, all yours.”

“what a dirty slut.” Jaehyun slapped my cheek, I gasped from the sting. I felt my blouse rip open, a button or two popping off to land elsewhere in the office. My bra now exposed and my blouse bunched up around my waist. He began to roughly massage my breasts and kiss along my neck down to my collarbone, leaving a red mark on it. One of his hands snuck around to my back to unclasp my bra, I arched up to help him a little. Opening my bra with one hand he pulled it off throwing it onto the couch. He stood up above me staring down at my half-naked figure, biting his lip causing me to blush.

“I’ll repeat once again,” he breathed. “Fucking gorgeous.” He hovered back over me placing a passionate kiss on my lips, kissing back I placed a hand on his nape and the other played with his locks. Moving back from the kiss he smiled brightly, both of his deep dimples appeared on his cheeks.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts, he sucked and bit on the skin underneath one of my breasts, creating a purple bruise and slight teeth marks. He licked up to my nipple, nibbling and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud - a moan eventually escaped my mouth. His lips felt so good on my skin, sucking and kissing every exposed inch, I panted occasionally moaning at the feeling of his teeth sinking in.

Finishing up toying with my breasts, he fixed himself to place his cock in between them.

“Squeeze ‘em.” he ordered. I squished my boobs around his cock as he began to thrust back and forth, giggling at the thought of someone walking into the naughty scene - as I laid backwards on Jaehyun’s glass table half naked, his cock between my chest as he jacked off. “What? You like that dirty slut?”

“Yes daddy,” I bit my lip. “I love it, I can’t wait to have your big cock in me.” I played innocent, arching my back as Jaehyun pinched my nipples.

“Shit..shit” he breathed, running his hand along his length his juices spurting out I opened my mouth attempting to get a taste failing to get most as his cum rolled down my chin or landed on my chest. “I don't know if I want you as my secretary”

I pouted up at him, “why is that?”

“I don’t trust myself, I won’t be able to hold myself back...” he held onto my arm walking me over to his office door, pushing me hard against the glass. “I’d have you like this all the time, fucking you senseless. The whole office would know about it, about how filthy of a slut you are.” I felt a shiver down my spine as he dragged a finger along down to the zipper of my black pencil skirt. He dragged it down and pulled down my skirt, helping me out of it kicking it across the room. I felt a breeze on my wet pussy since I hadn’t worn panties today, and oh boy what a marvellous day to not. “No panties?” Jaehyun smirked. “Did you plan this?”

“I forgot, daddy.” I whimpered out feeling a hard smack against my ass cheek, muttering a ‘fuck’ underneath my breath. he ground his semi hard-on against my ass,

“I’m gonna have you such a mess after this.” placing kisses on my neck as he adjusted himself at my entrance. “ready?” I nodded my head to allow him to continue his actions, and at that, he roughly thrust into my pussy. In and out, in and out at a fast pace, sound of skin on skin mixed with the wetness of my cunt. I let out a chain of moans and profanities hearing him whisper lewd things into my ear.

“Fuck daddy, I’m so close.” I was breathless, his thrust practically knocking the air out of me.

“Then cum, cum all over my cock baby girl.” Sneaking his hand around to the front of my body he rubbed my clit harshly. I screamed out as my orgasm took over me, his name leaving the tip of my tongue from the pleasure washed over me. Jaehyun continued helping me ride out my orgasm but didn’t stop even after,

“Jae…jae please.” I whimpered. “Please stop I cant.”

He wrapped an arm around me supporting me up, “Yes you can, please baby girl, for daddy.” I let out a gasp from the sudden sensitivity I’d begun to feel from my previous orgasm.

“Then eat me out.” I panted.

Jaehyun slowed down his thrust, stopping with his tip in my entrance, “what was that?” He spoke smugly.

“Eat me out and I’ll cum for you, daddy.” Jaehyun obliged, carrying my limp body bridal style to the couch.

“But last orgasm daddy, please no more after.” He nodded his head in understanding and dove down his head between my thighs. Trailing wet kisses up to my heat he took in my already sensitive nub into his mouth, I swear I would’ve orgasmed right then and there - his mouth worked wonders.

He began to play with my clit, sucking and flicking it around, eventually inching down and licking up my slit. He continued his actions causing whimpers to escape my throat and fingers tangling tightly into his messy hair. Reaching the peak of my second orgasm I let out his name like a prayer, whispering profanities coming down my high. He cleaned up my remaining juices and his mouth where it dropped down to his chin.

He smirked, “you taste-“

“please don’t.” I heavily sighed, trying to control my breathing. Jaehyun chuckled, gently lifting up my body to be on top of his as he laid down on the couch. Playful, chaste kisses were left all over my face by him, making me giggle.

“I can’t believe we’ve done that…” Jaehyun trailed off.

“Again.” I cheekily added. “And it’s still the best I’ve ever had.”

“You better be serious about that, y/n.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked confused.

“Because, I was hung up over you after leaving college I don’t know why, it was dumb really dumb but I’m glad I did since I didn’t regret you one bit.” He flashed a loving smile. “Not then, not now.”

“What’re you saying?”

“You idiot. “ he rolled his eyes. “I’m saying, I wish I did this before but it may have not been the right time - maybe now isn’t the right time either but you feel right to me so…will you give me a chance?”

“dangerous business” I laughed. “but sure.” After pressing a soft, passionate kiss upon his lips Jaehyun and I laid on the couch, our naked sticky bodies against each other for a while until we split apart to get dressed and he dropped me off at home. Let’s just say that saying yes to the so-called fuck boy, my new boss and CEO was probably the riskiest but best decision, concluding as a very happily ever after. Not the best way to reference a fairytale ending but hey you all know what I’m saying anyways

a/n: not sure if the ending is shitty but for real, I had no idea how to end it after the sex OOPS

#nct #nct 127 #nct 2018 #nct u #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun smut #doyoung #johnny suh #johnny #ten #taeyong #jungwoo #yukhei #winwin #sicheng #lucas #kun #mark lee #moon taeil #yuta

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Prisoner (Ravi x reader)

Hades au and Persephone au!

The god of the underworld took you as his prisoner. Little did he know your heart belonged to another.

warning: character death, sex, a little bit of gore, Ravi being a fucking creep and obsession?? Enjoy anyways x

Sorry y’all I can’t help bringing Hakyeon in 💀 he’s my bias and he owns my ASS sksksksk

He was so tender, so gentle at times that you almost forgot where you were and who he was. Soft sweet nothings were often whispered into your ears, kind caresses consoled you in your times of sadness.

“What troubles you so, little one?”

“I want to go home, Wonshik.” You pleaded tearfully, clinging onto the silk of his shirt. His long fingers threaded themselves into your hair.

“You are home, my love.” He answered simply.

“No, I am not. I am mortal, I am not meant to dwell in a place as dark as this. You know this best above all yet you still keep me here! Im begging you, I wish to go back to my real-“ he cut you off, his voice booming through the air.

“SILENCE! Your home is with me. I decide where you dwell, where you go and what you do! Tell me? Are you not provided for here? Do I not give you, my Queen, the finest of everything?”

“Yes, you do.” You looked to floor, scared to endure his wrath. The last time you had pressed too hard, it hadn’t ended well, it took weeks for your bruises to heal.

“ I do not want to hear of this again. You would do well to remember that.” Hades released you from his grip and walked out of the throne room.

What could the God of death know about a mortal’s sadness?

What could the God of death know about love ?

You were the most divine thing he had ever seen. Your smile was radiant, your eyes were beaming and your nature was like that of a child. Always laughing, always happy...were you unaware of the darkness in the world? The corruption, the pain, the death...were they foreign concepts to you?

He had seen you by mistake. A tear in the veil between the worlds had caused him to gaze upon the mortal realm and of all things, he came across you. Once he first looked at you, Wonshik found he could not stop.

There you sat in a meadow, nonchalantly braiding flowers into your hair, creating a crown of the sorts. An assortment of petals; vivid reds and azure blues ; soft pinks and purples were knotted sweetly into your locks.

If it was a crown you wanted, Wonshik would give you one.

If you wanted to be a queen, Wonshik would make you his.

“I love you, little one.” He poured some wine into the golden goblet in front of you before placing a kiss on your head and sitting in his own chair, a dark and intricately crafted thing. You would expect nothing less for the God of death.

Despite not needing to eat himself, Hades arranged for you to have dinner every evening. It was something that gave you peace of mind and allowed you to feel closer to home. Maybe if you did normal things, you could feel more normal. But nothing about this was normal. Nothing about this was right.

One who breathes has no place in the land of the dead.

“I love you too, Hades.” You lied before taking a sip of the wine. It was delicious as always, and left a sweet aftertaste on your palette.

“I have told you many times, beloved, address me as Wonshik.” He seemed to be in a good mood today.

You sat in silence after that, with you digging into your food and Wonshik watching you lovingly.

“Tell me of your life before you came here. I want to know all there is about you.” This caught you off guard. He was normally so uptight about you mentioning the life he stole from you on the mortal realm. It had been two years since he brought you here and not once did he allow you to speak of such matters, they were almost considered taboo. But looking up at him, his expression was earnest. He was serious.

“ I...come from a poor family. My father works at the markets, he sells cheap cloth and linen. My mother sews. My brother is younger than I and I was very close to him.” Wonshik smiled at that, making a hand gesture as if to say ‘continue’.

“...my fondest memory of him and I was at the age of eleven. He was nine. We both went to the markets with my father and tried to help him sell his merchandise, competing with each other to see who could make the most sales. He won, of course, being smaller and cuter although I made my fair share of sales too. In order to get my revenge, I tied his feet up when he fell asleep that night and left him. He didn’t notice until he had to get up in the morning and fell down, falling straight onto his face. It took him a whole year for his tooth to grow back.” You laughed at the giant, gaping hole where one of your brother’s front teeth should have been. He didn’t take it too seriously, he just pranked you back.

That was something you loved about your brother, his unwavering cheekiness.

“My love, I hadn’t known you were so mischievous. What was your brother’s name?” Wonshik chuckled at your antics.

“Sanghyuk. He’s not my brother by blood, my father found him as a baby, crying outside of a brothel. But he was still very dear to me.” You missed him more and more every day.

“Mmm, did you have anyone else who was dear to you?”

Before you could stop yourself, the name fell from your mouth. You had gotten too caught up in remiscising but the memories you had with the boy who had dark eyes and golden skin were so precious to you, you couldn’t help but say his name.

“Hakyeon.” Oh no, what had you done.

Wonshik, observant as always, realised the slight widening of your eyes, the small gasp from your lips.

“Hakyeon. Who is this hakyeon?” He leaned forward, all the softness in his expression gone now.

“...Just a boy that I used to play with as a child.” He was so much more. Hakyeon, although a mortal, had something Wonshik could never have. He had your heart. Once upon a time, he was your betrothed and you dreamed of a future with him.

Then Hades stole you away.

“Just a boy?”

You gulped your food down, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. If he got to Hakyeon, you would never forgive yourself.

“Yes, Wonshik.”

No more was said about the matter.

No more was said that night.

The clothes you wore now were fit for a queen-no, a goddess. In your own realm, you wore simple dresses made of cotton and sandals created from weak leather. In the underworld, you wore the finest crushed velvets ranging from shades of deep maroon, hazy greens and blues and sometimes, jet black. Your hair was always in an intricate up-do as requested by Hades, who loved to see as much of your face as possible.

Putting on the clothes, no matter how beautiful, felt like a lie.

Taking them off, felt much worse.

“Come closer to me, little one.” Hades gestured with his index finger to the bed he sat on and you followed hesitantly, coming to a halt in front of him.

You were now in nothing but your undergarments, shivering lightly at the cold. Your captor placed his hands on your waist and began placing soft kisses on your stomach.

“I had never felt love before I met you,” His kisses moved upwards, from your navel onto your breasts and chest. He removed the lace confining your breasts and sucked lightly, eliciting a groan from you. His digits on the other hand moved to your nether regions, slipping over your clothed heat.

“I had not felt anything before I met you, do you know that, love?” His lips moved to your ears now, whispering gently.

“N-no.”

“Well, now do you know. You are my most prized possession, my shining jewel. I am lucky to have you as my wife.”

Hades lay you on the bed now, climbing on top of you. How you hated yourself for enjoying this so much. He was evil, he took you from everything you knew based on the delusion that he loved you and still, you yearned for him at times like this. What would Hakyeon think? Would he be disgusted at you? You wished it could Hakyeon ontop of you instead, the way it should have been.

You closed your eyes in an attempt to banish all thoughts of your childhood love. Luckily, Hades helped you with that through the quickening pace of his fingers.

“Tell me you love me, Y/N. Say it like you mean it, this time.”

He removed his fingers, positioning his member at your enterance.

“Say it.”

“I...”

“Say it.”

You moaned when he entered you slightly, only to remove himself. Didn’t he want you right now? How was he stopping himself from losing all control? He ground his hips up against yours and you gave in, the more wanton side of you taking over.

“I-I love you, Wonshik. I love you so much.”

He kissed your lips and entered you roughly, causing you to yelp into his mouth.

You hated him for controlling you like this.

But you hated yourself more for enjoying it.

“Y/N?” No. No. No. It couldn’t be him. Your senses had to be decieving you.

“Hakyeon?” He knelt on the floor as Hades stood over him. His skin was bloody, eyes glazed with tears and lips quivering. This had to be a nightmare.

“W-Wonshik, what is the meaning of this?” You stood up from your throne and moved closer to the two. The God grabbed Hakyeon from the collar of his flimsy shirt and dragged him backwards before flinging him onto the ground completely.

“You love this man.”

Your eyes snapped up to Hades in shock. His expression was viscious, his chest puffed out as though he was a wild beast but the look in his eyes told you he was hurt, he felt wronged. Now you would pay the price for it. Hakyeon would.

“No! No, I don’t! I told you I played with him as a child but that was a long time ago! I never loved him!” Your chest was pounding and the sides of your head were stinging. This couldn’t be real.

Hakyeon sobbed on the ground. His shoulders shook and his breath was heavy. How you wished to embrace him, tell him it would all be okay.

“Little one, do not take me for a fool. I saw the look on your face when you spoke his name. You care him, deeply so. You love him. But that is not acceptable, when you are wed to me.” He walked to you and gripped your hair tightly.

“Ah! I- I swear to you, Wonshik, I love you! I have no feelings for this boy! I have not seen in him years! It’s you, my love, it’s always been you! You are the one who owns my heart, my soul and my body!” Your exclaimed, tears falling from your eyes.

Wonshik’s eyes widened at that and his grip on your scalp wavered. His voice was a deep whisper when he spoke to you next.

“In the two years, you have been here...not once have you told me that you love me without myself having to say it first. Not once have you ever called me any term of endearment. Now...now, I know you love this man.” He released you and walked over to Hakyeon, whos eyes were stuck on your hysterical form.

You chased after him, grabbing at his back but it made no difference.

“Please! Wonshik, it doesn’t matter how I feel for him when I only have you! You’re the only one in my life! He hasn’t intruded once! We can forget him! We can carry on and live our lives together, our eternity! He doesn’t matter, j-j-just return him to his realm! You and I live here peacefully, there’s no reason for him to even be here!”

He picked up Hakyeon, as he weighed nothing and didn’t even acknowledge you. Hakyeon’s eyes widened as he looked at you, opening his mouth to speak.

“You are the one who has ruined my marriage. The scum who has taken my wife from me.” Hades growled into his ear before raising his arm and pushing him further up. Hakyeon was dangling in the air now, eyes filled with pure terror as he struggled. He looked at you lovingly, knowing you would be the last sight he would ever see. He could’ve spent his whole life looking at you.

Hakyeon often dreamed of finding you again, after your disappearance.

Not like this, though.

“Y/N! Look awa-“ he never finished his sentence. Hades wrapped his fingers across his neck and you ran forward but it was too late. You heard a gruesome crack.

Blood seeped from his mouth, his eyes were cloudy.

You screamed.

His body fell limp on the ground and you scrambled towards it, nuzzling your chest into his chest. Wonshik was silent. You cried and cried and cried into the body of your love, feeling the warmth leave it with every touch. His hair fell over his eyes just as cutely as it did in your childhood and you moved it to the side to pepper kisses on his forehead, cheeks and eventually his lips.

He was gone.

Gone.

It was all that monster’s fault.

Looking back at Wonshik, you saw him standing with a blank expression although you knew he was hurt at what he just witnessed. Your true feelings, your love for a mere mortal when Hades himself, a powerful God meant nothing to you.

“You...you...devil! You fucking monster! Look at what you have done! Everywhere you go, everything you do causes such pain! If you thought this would bring us closer, you are mistaken...because I will never, ever even come close to loving you. You miserable, jealous, pathetic excuse for a creature there is nothing I would love more than to see your demise.” You seethed, the anger you hid for two years finally erupting. Your voice was a hoarse, ragged and vengeful sound. It was aged and seeped with hatred. You couldn’t recognise it.

“Because you’re right! I don’t love you, I never have and I never will. You REPULSE me!” You roared at Wonshik whilst cradling Hakyeon, hoping somehow that he would just come back to you.

Wonshik’s eyes were glossy now. A river of tears fell onto his cheeks but he said nothing and left the throne room, leaving you alone once more.

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