See You Again Has This Aura...

Fetish

Rating: 🔞

Summary: Sunghoon likes being in an on again, off again relationship. It's like a game to him. It makes him feel powerful. Especially with a woman so in love with him, that she is willing to come running into his bed whenever he beckons her.

Warnings: SUNGHOON IS A TOTAL DISASTER OF A MANIPULATIVE DOUCHE AT FIRST, SMUT, PETNAMES IE; PRINCESS, BABY, DARLING, ANAL PLAY, SPITTING, ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCY

Notes: this is loosely based on fetish by Selena Gomez. I don't feel like proofreading yall. Please, it's not that serious. Btw this is quite possibly the most toxic thing you'll ever read lol but I just gotta get it outta my brain

Power.

It was addicting. Enchanting. She gave herself over to him without so much as a second thought. Released every coherent thought from her mind to give him her full submission. She trusted him, too much perhaps, with her body. Her love, her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, she always came crawling back to him, desperately in love. Ready to do any and everything to please him.

"Take it or leave it. Baby, take it or leave it. But I know you won't leave it. 'Cause I know that you need it..."

He sickened himself with the way he'd mock her.

"Back already, Doll? Can't get enough, can you? It's been how long? Two days? That's a new record. Are you that obsessed with my dick?"

Sunghoon hated himself sometimes. Because despite his actions, he really did love her. But this cat and mouse game, this torture he put her through, had become almost a form of foreplay to him. He reveled in the way she cried and begged him to come back to her. The way she fell completely apart in his absence. The longing for him in her eyes when he returned. She'd sit obediently at his feet. Naked, wet, and begging for his attention. His affection. Anything. His trapped little mouse.

His love was consuming. Unique. An experience that she knew no one else could give her. It felt like ecstasy shooting through her veins and like a noose tightening around her neck. Like warm rays of sunshine and cold, dark, thunderous clouds. She knew she could never live without it. But she also knew that love shouldn't feel like this. She tried to have more respect for herself. She needed it, actually. Especially given the news she had just discovered this morning... She tried to leave. But she could never seem to stay away. She found herself pondering over this very fact as she lay in his bed, listening to the harsh droplets of rain beating against the window.

"Come here, baby. You were gone a whole week this time. I missed you." He nuzzled his face into the crook of her bare neck, giddy with the elation of having fucked her into oblivion for his own selfish satisfaction. She was almost able to convince herself that this was a normal and healthy relationship.

"Don't wait so long next time."

Next time.

Next. Fucking. Time.

She knew what that meant. It meant he'd get bored within the next week or two and tell her it was over once again. It meant that he'd leave her there, her heart bleeding out from his emotional torment while he disappeared completely unscathed. Only to return with a pretty smile and a hard dick, enough to make her forget all of the pain he put her through.

Something snapped inside of her.

She promptly sat up, untangling herself from within his long limbs. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, bristling when she felt the length of his finger trailing down the curve of her spine.

"Oh? Have I struck a nerve, darling?" That damned condescending tone. She could hear the grin in his voice.

"There won't be a next time, Sunghoon. This is it. I'm done. I get to leave this time," She tried to keep her tone even and stern. She knew that if he heard even an inkling of wavering, he'd overpower her, turn this whole thing around and have her begging for him like the pathetic slut he made her.

She was taking his power away. Protecting her sanity and mental well-being had never been as important as it was now. He was equal parts amused and alarmed internally. Since when did she get to change the rules of the game?

"Then go."

He knew she wouldn't. Couldn't. Calling her bluff seemed like a smart idea at first. After all, they both knew how desperate she was for him. He didn't think he could lose, but as she stood up and began gathering her clothes, his hands began to shake. Could it be that he had finally pushed her just a bit too far?

"It's late, darling." She frustratedly tugged her sweatpants on, hopping on one foot as she jammed her socks on as well. "And raining. You're terrible at driving in the rain." Why was it so hard for him to ask her to stay?

"Like you care," She scoffed to herself.

She decided to forgo the bra, yanking his her hoodie over her head and storming out the room without as much as a goodbye. She was doing everything in her power to convince herself that this was it. That she didn't need him anymore. He tugged on his briefs and followed behind at a lazy pace, resting his forearms over the railing as he watched her from the top of the staircase.

He watched as she yanked his door open, heart pounding, as he anticipated her next move. She stood, seemingly frozen for what felt like an eternity. A depraved smile spread across his face as she slowly shut the door, unable to even cross the threshold. Her head thudded softly against the door as her frame shook from quiet sobs.

"I'm not surprised. I sympathize. I can't deny, your appetite. You got a fetish for my love. I push you out and you come right back..."

Just as he suspected, she was too weak, too in love, too powerless to leave. He hated how much he loved this. He took his time descending the stairs.

"I thought you said you were leaving? Change your mind?"

"Why?" She hiccuped. "Why can't you just love me the way I love you?" And why was she so weak for him? This was not the time to fall for his charms again. Life was forcing her to make a choice. But maybe she could have just one more night....

"I do love you, Darling-"

"You don't! All you do is leave me. And push me away. All the time. I have no idea where you go the majority of the time. Or who you're with. You could be out fucking who knows how many other women. And I'm just the only one dumb enough to keep crawling back to you. I'm such a fucking idiot." The feeling of his lips pressing gentle kisses into her neck made the hot tears roll down her cheeks more profusely.

"I don't appreciate you suggesting that I'm out fucking other women. Because I'm not. And you know I'm not. And again, if you're so unhappy with what I do, then leave."

"You know I can't, Sunghoon," She whimpered feeling absolutely pathetic.

"And why not? I want to hear you say it."

"Because. No matter how bad this hurts, I love you too fucking much to leave you."

"That's right, baby. Cause you love me too fuckin' much."

"Reaching your limit. Say you're reaching your limit. Going over your limit, but I know you can't quit it..."

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his long fingers hook into the waistband of her sweatpants. He eased them down her legs, along with her panties. He gripped a handful of her fat ass, before spanking her harshly.

"Get your pretty ass back up those stairs." She sniffled and wiped her tears before turning to walk back up the stairs.

"No, sweetheart. I want you to crawl for me."

That shit eating grin on his face made her want to kill him and marry him at the same time. Nevertheless, she maintained eye contact with him as she sunk to her knees and began crawling. It was degrading and humiliating and it was making her tight little cunt uncomfortably wet. She could feel his gaze on her as she crawled up the steps, his eyes drinking in her clenching anal passage and the small, gushy hole of her pussy.

"What a good girl. Crawling for me. With your pretty little holes on display, just waiting for me to use them. You look so fucking pretty, Doll." His cock twitched when he saw the way she was clenching and tightening in excitement. It felt like it took ages for them to reenter his bedroom.

"Up. Up on the bed." She scrambled to comply, lying flat on her back and spreading her legs wide for him to settle in between. But he didn't. Instead he sauntered away into his closet, only to return with three small boxes.

"What do you say.....we try something new tonight, my darling love, huh?"

"What's that?"

"Toys," The wolfish grin on his face meant trouble.

"What kind of toys?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Safe word?"

"Red."

"Good," Before she could ask any further questions he was opening up the first box and pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

He had restrained her plenty of times, so she barely raised a brow at the sight of the cuffs. He tossed the box to the side, hovering over her and raising her arms above her head. He tugged her hoodie off, leaving her naked beneath him, a familiar and welcome position for him. He intertwined their fingers, leaning down to rub his nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss. He leaned back half an inch, staring deep into her eyes. For a split second she thought she could see the same love she had for him reflecting back at her in his gaze. The clinking of the cuffs closing around her wrists brought her back to reality. He placed a single chaste kiss to her lips before continuing to kiss down, stopping at her neck.

"You know, sweetheart, I really do love you." He was pressing open mouth kisses along the length of her neck, stopping when he got to that one spot that made her shiver.

"I don't want you to ever feel like I don't. Because I do. I just happen to also really enjoy our little game." His lips closed around her sensitive spot, nipping and biting to form a bruise.

He pulled back with a wet pop, continuing his trail of kisses to her chest. He took in a nipple, softly suckling, just the way she liked it as he looked up at her. Brows furrowed and lips set in a perpetual pout, she was so fucking cute it made Sunghoon sick that he had ever hurt her.

"You're so fucking cute. Spread your legs, baby. Wanna play with you." He mumbled around her tit.

She complied, the sticky wet lips of her cunt flowering open as she spread her legs wide. His fingers danced down her abdomen, causing an eruption of involuntary giggles to bubble out of her, and Sunghoon found that her giggles sounded way sweeter to his ears than her sobs. The cold tips of his fingers ghosted over the place she needed him to touch most, her aching, slick covered clit.

"Look at me, my love. I want you to watch me while I pleasure you." Her eyes were still teary when they met his.

He watched as they went hazy and unfocused, her entire body shuddering as he dragged his fingers teasingly up and down the length of her gash. Sunghoon could feel her excitement dripping down his fingers, gathering and spilling out of his palm as he pushed his middle and ring fingers into her pussy. She instinctively clenched around his digits, a whimper escaping her as she felt his fingers crook, massaging her g-spot.

"I have to tell you, honey... I don't take too kindly to you threatening to leave me," She gulped in a mixture of nerves, excitement, and anticipation.

"Let's be honest here," He continued, "You and I both know that I'm it for you."

"I mean... do you really think you'll ever be able to find another man who can touch you like this?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his fingers were abusing her g-spot like never before.

"Something about me got you hooked on my body. Take you over and under and twisted up like origami..."

She wanted to reply. To give him an attitude - no, to give him hell, but the way he was curving his fingers within her core made her brain go foggy. A funny feeling was quickly beginning to bubble up in her stomach. Like butterflies and warm kisses and also a bit like needing to pee. She opened her mouth to warm him, but all that came out was a helpless squeak. The feeling was mounting within her, overwhelming and intense. She wanted to reach out for him, to hold him as she shuddered through what she was sure was about to be a very wet orgasm only to be reminded of the cuffs around her wrist. It was all happening too quickly for her to process, her eyes falling shut and a desperate moan escaping her as he touched her with an expertise that only he possessed.

"I said look at me, slut. You're gonna watch me make this pathetic fucking pussy squirt. You're gonna cum for me again, and again, and again. And you're never gonna threaten to fucking leave me ever again. Because nobody can make you feel as good as I do."

Sunghoon's ego inflated ten fold when he felt her cunt lock tight around his fingers. His chest swelled with pride at the sight of her eyes rolling back, pussy squirting a glimmering arch of clear juices as she screamed in euphoria. He brought his other hand up to toy with her spasming clit, chuckling to himself as it made her squirt another small stream. She was shaking like a leaf, desperately closing her thighs in hopes of getting him to stop overstimulating her.

"N-no! No more, baby, please," She gasped.

"Oh, Sweetheart. We're nowhere near stopping."

He pulled his sopping fingers out of her cunt, smearing her juices across her face before forcing his fingers past her lips.

"Suck."

She complied immediately, taking his long pale fingers into the back of her throat and suckling sloppily. The sight of her plump lips wrapped around his fingers made his dick twitch, a moan escaping him as he pushed deeper into her throat.

"You gonna gag for me, pretty girl? You know how much I fucking love it when you gag," She did exactly that, throat contacting around his digits as her mouth filled with saliva.

"Mmm, just like that. Who's my good girl, baby?" His deep baritone demanded an answer.

"Me," She garbled out around his fingers, drool dripping from the side of her mouth. "I'm your good girl."

She felt a fresh wave of juices oozing out of her as he sensually slid his fingers out from her lips.

"Now that you've got my fingers good and wet, I can prep that pretty little asshole for our next toy." Her eyes grew wide at that. Sunghoon grabbed the second white box, opening it to reveal an anal plug with a cute, pink, heart-shaped crystal on the end.

"What color are we feeling, baby?"

"Y-yellow," She had never been nervous enough to say the safe word before. They had also never explored beyond fingers and the occasional tongue anally.

"Yellow? OK, sweetheart. Tell me what you're thinking. What's going on inside that pretty head?" He set the box aside in favor of soothingly massaging her thighs.

"I guess I'm just nervous."

"It's normal to be nervous when experimenting with new things. But I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to do. We can stop right now and just cuddle if you want. Or we can go slow and see if we like it or not. It's up to you. So, do you want to stop, or do you feel brave enough to try?" There was no judgment in his voice. No disappointment or anger. On the contrary, his gentle tone relaxed her enough to want to try.

"Can we take it slow?"

"Of course we can, Doll. My brave girl," He kissed the inside of her thighs sweetly, his lips lingering against her warm skin. His kisses trailed inwards, eventually landing him at her soft, wet mound.

Now that he knew she was feeling a bit uneasy, he watched her like a hawk for the first sign of discomfort. He placed open mouth kisses against her smooth skin, lips moistening with her sticky juices. He reached a hand up to grip around her waist as his tongue slid down to toy with the hood of her clit. Her hips bucked into his face, still highly sensitive from orgasming twice just moments ago. The scent of her pussy seeped into his nose, making him throb within the confines of his boxers. Her taste quickly spread across each and every one of his taste buds, intoxicating him like an aphrodisiac. He sucked her swollen pink bud into his mouth, groaning as he rolled his tongue over her most sensitive spot repeatedly.

"Fuck, that feels so goood," She moaned out, hips rolling into his mouth.

Whilst she was gyrating and distracted, Sunghoon took the opportunity to push his first digit inside of her winking rim. He pulled back from her clit, spitting a messy wad of saliva onto her bud before slurping it back into his mouth. She was squirming now, head thrown back as she dug her heels into the bed.

"Fuck, please, Sunghoon. Please, baby. I-I need..."

"What do you need, love?"

"Dick." She groaned.

"What an ungrateful little whore," He couldn't hide the grin in his voice. "Here I am. On my fucking knees for you. Eating this fat, juicy little cunt just the way you like... and all you can think about is dick." He didn't miss the way her asshole fluttered around his finger as he degraded her.

"You'll get my dick when I feel you've fucking earned it."

With that said, his second finger pressed inside of her rim to join the first, and he went back to lazily lapping at her quivering bud. At this point, she was so gone that she was attempting to push her asshole further down the length of his fingers, whimpering in need.

"I feel so fucking empty, Sunghoon. Please. Need you to fill me up, baby," She whined breathily, only to be ignored.

The gentle nibbling of his teeth made her withe against his sheets, her thighs closing around his head. With her plush thighs simultaneously plugging and warming his ears, he listened to her muffled sounds, his dick feeling like a steel rod in his briefs as she called out for him over and over in a preorgasmic daze.

"I love you. Love you so fucking much," He murmured into her cunt, removing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of the plug.

Her juices were flowing copiously from her pussy, providing more than enough lube for him to begin easing the toy past her rim. She keened in pleasure, wiggling impatiently until Sunghoon gripped her sternly and held her down still. He returned to sloppily suckling at her clit as the widest part of the plug stretched her tight ass open. He pushed it all the way in, his own hips beginning to buck impatiently into the mattress at the sight of the pink crystal shining enticingly as the plug fully sank into her virgin hole.

"Shit, baby. So fucking sexy." Sunghoon was mesmerized at the sight, blindly reaching for his phone as clear beads of her arousal began to ooze and drip all over her pretty new plug.

"I'm gonna take a picture, baby. Cause this is too fucking pretty to not capture." Tears of desperation and horniness were welling up in her eyes as he spread her cunt open with his fingers to take pictures. The rattling of her cuffs as she absent-mindedly tried to free her hands broke Sunghoon out of his stupor.

"P-please?" This is what Sunghoon lived for. The desperation for him, her willingness to submit herself to him for his pleasure and his pleasure only.

"Have I earned it yet?" Oh, did she.

"I dunno, baby. You think you deserve my cock?" She had more than earned it with her trust and bravery.

"Y-yes?" She thought she might orgasm completely untouched as she watched him push his briefs down his legs and kick them to the side. He crawled back between her legs, her entire body shaking in anticipation of what was to come. He dragged her closer, the bottom of her thighs resting over the top of his as he reached for his third box.

"I think you deserve it too, my love. You've been such a good girl for me, hmm? Such a good girl, thaaaat... I'm gonna give you exactly what you've been begging for."

He leaned over her on his fists, capturing her lips in a toe-curlingly passionate kiss as he teasingly ground his length into her pulsating snatch. She stopped breathing entirely as the wide, pinkish red tip of his dick kissed her entrance. As he pushed in, she heard a small click before a buzzing noise filled her ears. With one thrust, he was bottoming out inside of her and a brand new sensation, of vibration, was surrounding her throbbing clit.

She didn't last two seconds longer.

Her back arched painfully hard, her thighs instinctively closing, which made the sensations of vibration, of Sunghoon stretching out and fucking into her hole, of the anal plug so much more intense. A tortured scream echoed off the walls, followed by pleasure filled sobbing as she writhed and bucked and rolled her hips in tandem with the waves of pleasure. She was dying, he was absolutely killing her with his perfect dick, her cunt squeezing and creaming and gripping his length as she nutted all over him.

"Fuck, yes! Nasty little cunt is fucking milking me so good. Keep creaming on my dick, baby. That shit feels so fucking good. I love you, pretty."

"L...ove.....y.....y-ou," She slurred, dick drunk out of her mind.

"I know you fuckin' do, baby. Love me so fuckin' much, huh? You want to turn around for me, Mama? Let me hit it from the back?"

"Fuck yes!" He never stopped thrusting as he unlocked the cuffs around her wrists, only pulling out long enough to flip her onto her knees and readjust her vibrator before he was pistoning away inside of her again.

The harder he fucked into her, the deeper her back arched, until she was laying on the side of her face, watching him fuck her in the mirror across the room. The sight of her fat little ass boucing and jiggling with each thrust, his throbbing shaft soaked and coated in her gooey cream was straight out of his nastiest fantasies. The pink crystal of her plug was calling out enticingly to him. He gave it an experimental tug, moaning loudly as it made her clench viciously around his dick.

"You like that, don't you, you fucking slut? Like having something up your tight little ass, don't you?" He pulled her plug out, spitting a wad of saliva onto her ass before pushing it back in and fucking her with it.

"Fuuuuuck, Sunghoon! You're gonna make me cum again!" She moaned.

"Go ahead, baby. Cum for me again. Get that pussy nice and fucking wet for me."

He could feel her walls starting to spasm around him again. He watched in awe as the arch in her back deepened impossibly further before she was rolling her hips back to meet his every thrust. With every thrust, he could feel her dripping down his balls, soaking his inner thighs. When he heard her start to whine with the onslaught of an impending orgasm, he turned her vibrator up a setting, moaning as it made her body go rigid. Sunghoon was captivated with the way her entire body froze, unable to do anything except surrender itself to him. He placed a firm hold around her waist, fucking into her with deep, slow strokes as she started to orgasm around him. It nearly knocked the wind out of him when he felt the first wet clench of her walls suckling and swallowing his dick. She was milking him, eyes rolled back in her head, fingers strangling his linens. He couldn't help but observe the way her pussy was convulsing and tightening around his cock, creating a frosty white ring around the base of his cock.

"Thank you," She whimpered brokenly.

"Shit, baby. Pussy looks so pretty cumming on my dick."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmmm. And who does this pretty little pussy belong to, Princess?"

"Pussy is all fucking your's." She was shuddering now, shaking in the aftermath of orgasm.

"Yeah? This pretty little pussy is all fucking mine? Say it again, baby," Sunghoon moaned, head rolling back onto his shoulders.

"My pretty little pussy is all your's."

He groaned in response, pulling out and repositioning her onto her back. He turned the vibrator off, chucking it to the side and bringing her ankles up to rest over his shoulders. He pushed back inside of her heat, overwhelmed by the snug fit. He rested the weight of his body on top of her, wanting to feel as close to her as possible. His deep, slow strokes resumed, stoking the fire burning in the pit of his stomach. No woman had ever showed him euphoria the way she did. And as he rode her sopping cunt, staring deeply into her eyes, he knew he was just as obsessed and in love as she was. A moan slipped out of his mouth, a shiver racking his body as he felt the mushroom head of his cock twitch and leak against her cervix.

"Open your mouth." She complied immediately, his dick stiffening even more if possible as he spat a wad of spit onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed it down, amused at his antics.

"You're so fucking nasty," He smirked.

"You love it."

"I do. I love everything about you..." He trailed off, her eyes getting that dreamy look in them as his thrust became more intense.

"Love the way you feel cumming on my dick. Love your pathetic little moans and cries. Love the way you love me."

"You got a fetish for my love..."

She tangled her manicured fingers through his dark locks, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips as the room echoed with the sounds of their fucking. This was truly Sunghoon's favorite position, not to fuck, but to make love in. She felt so warm and tight and good in this position, and he had been holding out for so long. He could reach the deepest depths of her cunt, his balls aching at the feeling of his tip drooling precum all over her cervix. He could touch her all over, his hands occupying themselves with both a handful of ass and a handful of her bouncing tit. He could lean down and kiss her (or spit in her mouth). But most importantly, he could see her. Stretched out across his bed. So submissive, so good. Just for him, only for him. Letting him take her over and over again. In whatever position he wanted, as many times as he wanted, whenever he wanted.

Because she was his woman.

The thought alone was enough to send him into orbit.

"I'm gonna cum," He grunted. "W-...where?"

"Cum inside me, baby." He laced his fingers through hers, as her other unoccupied hand continued to tug and stroke through his hair.

"Shit. I love you so fucking much."

She couldn't ever recall Sunghoon repeating the phrase this often before. But there was sincerity in his voice. And an urgency, a desperation in his love making that made her feel for once that maybe he did love her the same way she loved him.

She was enthralled as his eyes grew glassy and unfocused, his breathing deepening as pitiful cries escaped his pink lips. And suddenly, his hips began to rut into her shakily, losing any and all sense of rhythm as he impatiently approached his climax. She felt his hard cock pulsating within her before his head dropped forward onto her chest and he whined out in a long, weak moan. Warmth flooded within her as he erupted, his aching, swollen dickhead painting her cervix white with his cum as he shook powerlessly in her arms. She yanked his head back so she could watch his face contort in brain numbing pleasure, his fucked out expression stroking her ego. She ground her hips up into his pelvis, delighted to see his eyes rolling back in his head, mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy in response as he suffered through the peak of his climax. She fucked him through it, gently rocking against him to help him come down from his high.

She stroked a hand up and down his sweaty, shivering back as he panted, limp and exhausted. Laying on her chest made him feel relaxed and lethargic in the aftermath of the single greatest orgasm his body had ever been made to endure. He laid there until he could feel his legs again, shuddering as he pulled out of her. He placed a tender kiss on her lips before walking to the bathroom to get a warm rag to clean her up. When he returned with the rag, he was surprised to see her already up and tugging on her hoodie once again.

"Why are you getting dressed? You didn't even let me clean you up, Pretty."

"Sunghoon. I um... I'm not going to do the whole aftercare thing tonight. I meant what I said earlier. This is it for us. So I'm just gonna leave."

"What are you talking about? Leave for what? Just spend the night with me, babe."

"No, Sunghoon. I can't. This relationship was doomed from the start. And starting right now, I have to move on."

"Is this about what I said earlier? About you not staying away so long next time? Because if that's what's got you so upset, then I'm really sorry. It was a dumb thing to say. But it's hardly worth losing our relationship over." He could feel his pulse staring to race as she calmly stood up and began dressing.

"It's about more than just that, Sunghoon. I'm... it's just time for me to grow up and move on."

"But I love you. You can't just leave me."

"It doesn't feel good, does it?" She couldn't help but snap.

"So this is just you trying to get back at me?"

"No, Sunghoon! Just drop it, and let me leave." She gathered the remainder of her things and headed towards the door only to be stopped by a hand around her wrist.

"No! You say it's time to grow up, so we're going to talk this out. Like adults."

"Sunghoon, just let me-"

"No, you're not fucking leave me."

"Sunghoon-"

"Just stop it, you're not going anywhere!"

"I have to-"

"NO!"

"I'm pregnant! Ok?!"

The only sound in the room was the raindrops hitting the window. The now cold rag slipped from Sunghoon's fingers, hitting the hardwood floor with a wet splat.

"P-pregnant?"

"Yes."

"... For real?"

"Mhmm."

"Like... with a baby?"

"Yes, dumbass." Sunghoon ran a shaky hand through his sex tangled bed head.

"When did you find out?"

"I had a doctor's appointment this morning."

"I missed our baby's first appointment?!"

"No, it was just a regular check-up, and I had some blood work done. That's how they found out that I'm carrying."

"Do you know how far along you are?" His heart was beating so loud he wondered if she could hear it.

"Six weeks."

"...We're having a baby?" He whispered almost as if he was too afraid to say it out loud.

"No, I'm having a baby."

"Fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'm pregnant, I'm going to have this baby, and I'm going to raise it. Alone."

"And where the fuck did you get the idea that I'd ever let that happen?"

"Sunghoon, I love you. But you're not dependable. Kids need stability. And I refuse to let my baby see you come in and out of our lives like a revolving door for your entertainment."

"Our baby."

"What are you not understanding?"

"Our. Baby. Whether you like it or not, that baby is just as much mine as it is yours. So you don't get to just cut me out of the picture. I know I haven't been the most... stable. But I'm begging you to give me a chance. Let me prove to you that I can be a father to our baby."

"Sunghoon.... I don't know."

"Please," He pulled her closer to him before slowly letting his hand creep down to caress her stomach.

"Give me a chance. It's not like we aren't in love with each other, or we're strangers or something. It wasn't intentional, but we made this baby together out of love. And he or she deserves to grow up with both parents. Under one roof. As a family."

His eyes were watery with emotion. And again, Sunghoon hated himself for making her feel like she needed to protect herself, to protect his own baby from him. He felt like he was finally being forced to deal with the consequences of his actions.

"I don't want you to be with me out of obligation. Just because I'm pregnant. I want you to be with me because you love me."

"Do you think I'd be begging for a second chance if I didn't love you? Do you think I'd be pleading with you not to leave? You know I love you. And you're carrying my child. That only makes me love you more. Knowing that there's a little piece of me, of us, growing inside of you... I understand why your first instinct was to leave. I know you want to protect our baby. But I promise you, if you give me just one more chance, I'll show you how dependable I can be. I'll stick by your side forever. I promise. I'm gonna mess up. I'll probably say some dumb stuff every now and then. We'll piss each other off and argue occasionally. But I'll never leave you. Neither one of you. Ever again." She had never seen such determination in his eyes. Everything in her was screaming at her to leave. To create distance. To run away before he could.

"Let's just try, baby. Please?" The tears that were shimmering in his eyes began to spill over onto his pale cheeks.

In a flash, she imagined how her life would play out if she said no. It was a safer route to take. Looking at him, though, in this moment, in his bedroom while he fought for his family with tears in his eyes, she knew she couldn't leave.

"Promise? Promise you won't leave us?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she could see the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders.

"I promise!"

"....OK, Hoon. Let's just try."

He enveloped her in his arms tightly, molding his lips to hers like he'd never get the chance to do it again. And as he dragged her back to bed, a protective hand resting on her stomach, on their baby, she knew she made the right choice.

Don't kill me yall🫢🫣. I'll go back and edit later. Also the end is kinda blah but its whatevs. Anyways, feedback is appreciated. Toodles 🫡

Spotify Wrapped didn’t have to call me out like this 😭

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

Shadows of the past

Hello, I made this blog solely to publish this fan fiction I wrote because the idea for the plot has been tugging at the back of my mind for months. I tried requesting it from a few writers but since they didn’t write it I remained unsatisfied. Then I remembered I also do have the ability to write.

Pairing: Oscar x named!female character

Plot: Oscar's new relationship is strained by his family's constant reminders of his ex, Lily, and he fails to notice how this is affecting his girlfriend.

Tag: angst, hurt/no comfort, sad ending.

Word count: 2989

Disclaimers: english is not my first language - I feel like you could tell from my writing style - so I apologize if some of the sentences structures are off, or if I use outdated or inappropriate-for-the-context words, I used a synonym dictionary to try and stop myself from repeating the same words, I still did do that though. I also haven’t written any work of fiction since I was a teenager, so this could be bad, I just had a need to get this fan fiction out of my brain. And once I wrote it, it felt like a waste to keep it on my laptop.

The new girlfriend has a name as I wasn’t able to write this without a name, I apologize, I made it a shorter name so it can be skimmed over. There is no physical description of them.

I would like to explain that I do not think that Oscar's family would behave this way. This idea came from watching Nicole's interview in which she spoke highly about Lily and an unrelated conversation that day about families still speaking about and with ex-girlfriends.

Oscar sat in his motorhome, absentmindedly scrolling through social media notifications and posts. He wasn’t really paying attention to them. His mind was already on the track, anticipating the feel of the car and revising the strategies for the weekend. But, even as he tried to focus on the race ahead, something distracted him at the back of his mind. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on yet, something that had been running in his head for weeks.

Across from him, Mia sat quietly, going through her phone, though he knew it wasn’t holding her attention either. She hadn’t said much all day, her silence stretching thin between them like a thread on the verge of snapping. It wasn’t like her. At least, it wasn’t like how she used to be. When they first met, Mia had been a burst of energy, her laughter infectious, her smile like a safe heaven that had pulled him out of the chaos of being a public figure. But now… something had changed.

"Oscar, did you hear what I said?" Mia’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he had been paying attention to what she had been saying. But he hadn't.

Oscar blinked, eyes tearing away from his phone. "Sorry, darling. What did you say?"

Mia smiled, a small, strained smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "I was asking if you wanted to go out for dinner later. You know, somewhere quiet, just the two of us. I found this place…"

Oscar nodded absentmindedly, his attention already drifting away. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."

Mia noticed his lack of attention, but she didn’t press the issue. She had grown used to his distracted responses over the past few months, so she just sat there, her fingers gripping her phone a little too tightly, and the silence between them growing heavier. It had been like this for a while now—Oscar lost in his racing, and Mia fading quietly into the background, unnoticed.

It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when his attention had been solely hers, when Oscar had looked at her with the kind of focus he reserved for the track. Lately, though, she had started to feel like she was slipping out of view, like she was losing her place in his world. And Oscar, so wrapped up in his career, didn’t see it. Not yet.

-----

It had started subtly, in ways Mia hadn’t been able to notice at first. When she had met Oscar, she knew this relationship wouldn’t have resembled her previous ones; she was stepping into a world of fame, pressure, and expectations. But she had been prepared for that—at least, she thought she had been.

The first time she had met Oscar’s family had been over a casual dinner. Nicole had been polite, her eyes studying Mia a little closely but never purely cold. And then there were his sisters, who seemed stuck between curiosity and indifference, their questions friendly but calculated.

It wasn’t until halfway through the meal that Mia first heard the name.

“Do you remember when Lily got us pizza in Monza?” Hattie had asked with a deliberate tone, her gaze flickering toward Oscar.

Mia had frozen for a second, her fork suspended midair. Lily. She had heard the name before, of course, Oscar had talked about her, the ex-girlfriend who had been with him through his early career. Mia hadn’t worried about her, assuming she was just part of his past.

“Oh, yeah,” Mae chimed in, laughing. “From that little family-run restaurant, right? God, I miss that place.”

Nicole smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Lily was always so thoughtful. She always knew how to make us feel at home, no matter where we were.”

Mia’s chest tightened, the casual and affectionate mention of Lily, compared to how she had been addressed throughout the evening, slicing through the conversation like a shard of ice. She forced herself to smile, to nod along, pretending it didn’t bother her. But it did more than she wanted to admit.

Oscar had shifted uncomfortably beside her, clearing his throat. “Yeah, Lily was great” he had said quickly, then tried to change the subject. But the damage was done. The ghost of Lily hung over the rest of the evening like a shadow, lingering at the edges of every conversation and Mia’s mind.

-----

As the months passed, Mia couldn’t shake the feeling that she was living in someone else’s place, that no matter how much Oscar claimed to love her, no matter how much she tried to integrate herself into his life, she was no comparison to Lily. It wasn’t that his family was blatantly rude towards her, they were kind, but there was a warmth in their voices when they spoke about Lily that they didn’t extend to Mia.

Every race weekend, every family gathering, even every private moment with Oscar was tainted in her mind by the weight of someone else’s ghost.

It wasn’t until one afternoon in Monaco, when Mia stumbled across the ring, that the full weight of it hit her.

She had been tidying the bedroom while Oscar was out, taking advantage of the free time to clean their apartment, cleaning up a drawer of old clothes when she found it—a small, velvet box. Her heart had skipped a beat as she opened it, revealing a stunning diamond ring.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She wasn’t unrealistic, Mia knew this wasn’t meant for her, her relationship with Oscar still too young to warrant a proposal. No. This ring wasn’t for her. It had been bought for someone else. For Lily.

Mia closed the box with trembling hands, her chest tightening as the realization washed over her. Oscar had been planning to marry Lily. He had been ready to propose, to make her his wife, to share his life with her in a way that as of lately Mia wasn’t sure he would ever want to with her.

She had never brought it up to Oscar. She couldn’t. How could she confront him about something like this? How could she admit that she had found evidence of a future he had once planned with someone else, a future that might have happened if things hadn’t fallen apart between them?

From that day on, the weight of it pressed down on her like a constant reminder. She tried to ignore it, to push the self doubt away, to remind herself it was all part of the past. But every time Oscar’s family mentioned Lily, every time they talked about her like she was still part of their world, Mia felt herself slipping further away from the confident, energetic woman she had once been.

-----

The Monaco GP was supposed to be a new start. Mia had somewhat convinced herself that her doubts were unreasonable, that her presence in Oscar’s life was concrete. She had been trying so hard to convince her mind, to smile through the subtle slights, to act as if Lily’s constant presence in conversations didn’t bother her. But Monaco was different. Monaco was where everything changed.

The paddock was buzzing with energy as usual, the yachts in the harbor reflecting the morning sun. Mia stood beside Oscar, her hand in his as they made their way through the crowd. Fans called out to him, snapping photos, but Mia barely noticed. Her attention was elsewhere—on the small group standing near the McLaren garage.

There stood Oscar’s family. And Lily.

Mia felt her heart skip at the sight. Lily was just standing there, laughing with Nicole, looking as comfortable and at ease as she had in all the stories Mia had had to listen to in the past months. She was so effortlessly beautiful, with an air of confidence that Mia had always admired but now found unbearable.

Nicole’s eyes found Oscar, lighting up as she waved him over. “Oscar, darling! Come say hello.”

Mia felt herself stiffen, her stomach twisting into knots. Oscar hesitated for a moment, glancing at Mia before offering her a quick, apologetic smile. “I’ll just be a minute,” he murmured, squeezing her hand before walking over to his family. To her.

Mia couldn’t bring herself to do anything but watch as he greeted them, his interactions with Lily casual but friendly, too friendly in her doubt filled mind. It was like watching him slip into an old role, a role he played with ease, with a counterpart Mia couldn’t quite replace.

They talked for what felt like hours, though it had only been minutes. Mia stood there, frozen as her heart pounded in her chest as she watched Oscar laugh at something Lily said, as his mother beamed at them, as if this was how things were supposed to be. As if Mia was the outsider, the intruder in a story that had never been hers to begin with.

-----

That night, the silence in their room was deafening.

Oscar had been talking about the race, but Mia hadn’t been able to focus. She hadn’t really said much all weekend, her responses short and her mind elsewhere.

“Mia?” Oscar called, his brows furrowed as he looked at her. “Is everything okay?”

She just stared at him for a moment, unsure of how to put her thoughts into words, unsure of how to explain the feelings that had made a home in her mind. “Oscar… Do you ever think about her?”

He frowned, confused. “Who?”

“Lily,” Mia whispered, voice barely audible. “Do you still think about her? About… what could have been?”

Oscar blinked, startled by the question. “Mia, no. Of course not. I’m with you now.”

She shook her head, as she fought her anxiety and tried to gather the courage to say what had been haunting her mind for months. "You say that, Oscar, but… it feels like I’m always competing with her, against her presence in your life. And I don’t know how to stop feeling like I’m constantly fighting against someone who’s not even here anymore."

Oscar’s expression softened as he stepped toward her, one of his hands reaching out to gently cup her face. "Mia, you are not. I don't think about Lily like that anymore. That part of my life is over."

"Is it?" Mia’s voice cracked, her eyes searching his for the reassurance she so desperately needed. "Because I’m not sure your family feels the same way. They still talk about her, still invite her to races. Nicole talks about her like she could still be a part of your life, like she is supposed to be a part of your life. And Oscar… I found the ring."

Oscar’s hand dropped from her face, his eyes widening in shock. "What ring?"

"The one in your drawer," Mia said, her voice trembling. "The engagement ring. The one you bought for her."

Oscar froze, his breath catching in his throat. "Mia… I didn’t mean for you to find that. I—I should have gotten rid of it a long time ago."

"Why didn’t you?" she asked. "Why didn’t you get rid of it if you had moved on? You kept it, Oscar, that has to mean something. And every time she is brought up, every time I notice her presence still somewhat in your life, I feel like I’ll never be good enough. Like I’m standing in her shadow, no matter what I do."

Oscar sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Mia, I didn’t keep the ring because I still have feelings for her. I kept it because… I never knew what to do with it. You are right, I did want to propose to Lily at some point, I couldn’t see that our relationship was dying, I was trying to deny it. But I didn’t propose in the end. I realized it wasn’t right. I never told you because I didn’t want to hurt you."

Mia hugged herself, staring at the floor. "But it does hurt now, Oscar. And it hurts every time they bring her up, every time they talk about how perfect she was, how much they loved her. It feels like I’m just… filling a spot that’s still meant for her."

Oscar stood up and reached for her again, his voice carrying an underlying urgency. "Mia, you’re not filling a space. I love you. I want to be with you. I thought you knew that."

"I thought I did too," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "But… I don’t know anymore. And I feel like I’m losing myself trying to live up to the memory of someone I’m not while you didn’t even notice how much it’s been affecting me."

Oscar’s heart sank as he took in her words, the weight of his and his family’s actions finally settling on his shoulders. He had known that they still cared for Lily, but he hadn’t understood how much it had been hurting Mia. And he hadn’t noticed how distant she had become, how her bright light had started to dim under the constant comparisons.

He sat back down, hands resting in his lap as he stared at the floor. "Mia, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… I didn’t know it was this bad."

Mia took a deep, shaky breath, tears staining her face. "You didn’t. I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Oscar. I love you, so much so that I have been willing to hurt myself to be with you, but I can’t keep feeling like I’m not enough. Like I’ll never be enough."

Oscar looked up at her, desperation in his eyes at the implications of her words. "You are enough, Mia. You’ve always been enough."

She shook her head, wiping her eyes. "If I was enough, your family wouldn’t still be holding onto Lily. They wouldn’t be talking about her like she’s still the one for you… They wouldn’t make me feel like I’m always in second place in a one person competition."

Oscar felt his throat tighten, his guilt and frustration rising to the surface. He had been so focused on his career, on the races, that he hadn’t noticed how much this had been affecting Mia. And now, standing in front of him, she looked so lost, so hurt, that he wasn’t sure how to fix it.

"I’ll talk to them," he said, his voice firm. "I’ll make sure they understand. They can’t keep doing this to you—to us. I’ll set boundaries. I don’t want to lose you, Mia."

Mia’s gaze softened for a moment, but the pain in her eyes was still there. "It’s not just about them, Oscar. It’s about how I’ve been feeling invisible, like I don’t matter as much in your life. I don’t know if talking to them will change how I feel about myself now. I don’t know if it’ll be enough to fix this."

Oscar’s heart clenched. He could see the cracks in their relationship now, the ones he had been too blind to notice before. And he realized, with a sinking feeling, that this wasn’t something he could just fix with a few words or promises. This was deeper.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked quietly, his voice almost breaking. "Tell me what I can do to make this right."

Mia stood there for a long moment, staring at him, the weight of the decision she had come to after months of suffering heavy on her shoulders. She loved him, she had given everything to this relationship, but the constant reminders of his past with Lily had killed her confidence, her sense of security.

"I think…" she began, her voice shaky, "I think I need some time. Time to figure out if I can keep doing this, if I can keep being in this relationship without losing myself further."

Oscar felt a chill run through him at her words. "Mia, please don’t say that. Don’t say you’re leaving."

"I’m not leaving," she clarified, though the look in her eyes betrayed her uncertainty of their future. "But I need space. I need time to think about what’s best for me, because right now… I don’t feel like I’m good for you. And I don’t feel like this is good for me."

Oscar’s chest tightened painfully as he stepped toward her, his hands trembling as he reached for hers. "I love you. I don’t want to lose you."

Tears spilled from Mia’s eyes again as she looked down at their hands. "I love you too, Oscar. But love isn’t enough if I don’t feel like I belong in your life. If I don’t feel like your family accepts me. Like I can accept myself."

He swallowed hard, fighting his own tears. "I’ll make them understand. I’ll fight for us."

She pulled her hands away gently, taking a step back. "I need to fight for myself first."

Oscar felt the floor drop from under him as Mia turned toward the door. She paused for a moment, her hand resting on the doorknob, before looking back at him with tears in her eyes.

"Please don’t hate them," she whispered. "I know they didn’t mean to hurt me. But… they did. And I don’t know how to fix that."

And with that, she slipped out of the room, out of the apartment, leaving Oscar standing alone, silence deafening around him. The weight of his family’s actions, of his own inaction, pressed down on him.

He had always thought he could balance everything—his career, his family, his relationship—but now, as the door closed behind Mia, he realized that he had been wrong. He had been so focused on winning races, on making his family happy, that he hadn’t seen the cracks forming beneath the surface of his relationship and in the heart of the woman he loved.

And now, he wasn’t sure if he would ever get her back.

moth to a flame | psh.

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: like a moth to a flame, you kept coming back to park sunghoon even though his flames can burn you.

wc: 3k

warnings: smut, mention of cheating. dni.

slutofpsh 2024 © all rights reserved.

the continuous slapping of your skins are making a sound so erotic adding to the heat you are feeling with your bodies linked together. the bed squeaked while your hand gripped hardly over the sheets. your eyes shutting tightly because of too much pleasure that sunghoon is making you feel at the moment.

“stay fucking still, pretty.” sunghoon grunts.

"oh my-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as your body starts convulsing after reaching your second orgasm. your mouth slightly hanging open, doesn’t even give a fuck if there's drool coming out. mind too clouded over pleasure as he hit it from the back deliciously.

sunghoon groaned rutting his cock even deeper to your hole as he try to catch up on you. he smirks then bit his lower lip, canine showing then slap your butt once. the view of it jiggling as he hardly thrust turns him even more. he leaned down placing a wet kiss at your shoulder before turning you around, making you lay on your back this time.

your eyes met while you're both catching breaths and the view of him staring down at you, eyes filled with so much lust, just makes your hole twitch in anticipation.

you shake your head when he shamelessly licked his hand before starting to give slow strokes to his dick, aligning it to your entrance once again. hole so wet with your cum mixed together. it felt so dirty, but for some reasons, you like it. you like it so much.

"i c-can't anymore." you whined and hand stretches in attempt to push his hand away. it was no use because he easily shoved it away, eyeing you fiercely for trying to stop him from having his sweet pleasure.

“one more, baby." he says using his husky voice and easily slides in you again, hands gripping your hips so hard that his big veiny hands will surely leave prints.

the sensation of being filled by his thick cock makes your cunt excited, squeezing and suffocating it.

"just one more..." he mumbled, like as if trying to remind himself that you two needs a break too. he follows it with a low grunt as he started to thrust harder and faster again.

you moaned, starting to feel all your energy draining out of you. feeling too much from being overstimulated and exhaustion already kicking in. you two had been at it for hours already and sunghoon's stamina is just crazy. you could never get into his level, but there’s no way to tell him off because damn, does it feels so damn good. so damn good. nothing can ever beat this feeling.

his lips searches for yours and started kissing you messily. his hand gripping tightly over your jaw making you stay still as he devoured your lips. not giving you any chance to pull away, if you even plan on doing so. he bit your lower lip, making a moan errupt softly from it.

“ugh..” lips falls open giving him a clear entrance for his tongue. he didn’t waste any time and let his explores yours, tongues dancing with each other.

sunghoon's a good kisser, very good even. with the lips so perfect it would be such a waste not to put it in good use. your makeout sessions is always great.

but whenever he's so drunk with lust his kisses became so wet and dirty, just how you both love it.

"hmmp-" moan came out muffled because of his lips still attached to yours. a knott started to form in your stomach when he kept hitting the right spots, a sign for yet another delicious orgasm.

“r-right there, hoon! ughn,” you whimpers at the feeling of exploding inside you. “so deep, so deep. fuck.”

he slightly pulls away from your face to chuckle sexily near your ears, nibbling it. "i know baby. hold on," he whispers, and gave your cheek a sweet peck.

his thick brows draws near to each other as he focused to a stable pace that made it even more hard for you to contain your moans. you are starting to see stars from weariness and too much pleasure.

sunghoon just can't stop himself. if you look this hot under him how can he ever refrain himself from burying his cock to your cunt every damn time. you are just so perfect for him, just for him.

"f-fuck, you feel so tight around me... so fucking tight." he growled lowly, one of his hand reaches over your breast fondling it before giving it a suck.

"i'm so c-close, hoon." your grip to his arm tightens.

he gave your sensitive bud one more kiss before he raises his head to look at your face. seeing your face so aroused and so close from passing out just makes him lose his mind. you look so pretty.

"cum with me, baby." and with his command you released. he didn't stopped just yet and leans down to connect his lips with yours.

this time his kisses are slow and more affectionate as he continues to slide his cock in and out of you, painting your insides with his hot cum.

he fell beside you and you're both a panting mess after that. the room fell silent and eye lids are starting to feel heavy, but you are fighting it. this isn’t the right time to pass out here, inside his room. regardless of that thought, none of you said a thing or moved. just trying to go back to your senses after a very intimate and hard fuck.

a phone ringing brought you into your right head space. hearing that it was your ringtone, you pushed yourself up from his bed and searched for your phone in an instant. the space between your thighs hurts a little, but you give it no mind and focused on finding your damn phone.

"jay!" you cleared your throat as you try to sound normal. it felt strained from all the screaming and because of being choked in bed multiple times by sunghoon.

sunghoon sat up from laying down and you can see from your peripheral that he's watching you closely. it made you feel conscious and intimidated, specially now that you aren't fucking him and yet still fully naked. he was always the type of person who makes people feel conscious of themselves. maybe because of his godly visuals or basically everything about him.

you used your shoulder to hold your phone by your ears while gathering your scattered clothes, dressing up in a hurry.

"i just finished my shift, love. where are you? let's meet up and have late dinner." your boyfriend sounded so excited from the other line.

yes, it sounded that fucked up. jay is your boyfriend and you are in bed with someone else. you’re a terrible person.

a string of guilt came into you after hearing his sweet voice. "o-okay, sure! just pick me up at the store near my apartment."

sunghoon stood up and grabbed his sweatpants to wear it. his eyes never left you, he was just silently watching. fighting the urge to talk and ruin something precious for you. he stared with dead eyes, a bitter feeling poisining his whole system.

"alright, i love you too." and ended the call before starting to get your stuff.

he scoffed and put his hand inside his pocket.

"what do you think will my brother feel if he knew you were screaming my name moments before he called you?" he asks taunting.

your jaw clenched and hand hang from getting your coat. it was knife straight towards your chest. and just by thinking about that thought already makes you tremble in fear. you are very much guilty and you know what you've been doing is unforgivable. having him say that was like a slap on your face.

it was wrong to sleep with another men other than your boyfriend, and its even worst that he was his brother. you know this is bad. like fucked up very bad, and yet you just can’t stop yourself from going to sunghoon. you can’t stop falling for those stares and his hot touch. no matter how hard you try to stay away from him, you always go back.

like a moth to a flame, he was forbidden for you. because he’s trouble and he’s bad for you. but just like a moth, you didn’t care. you wanted his fire and so you are both burning, sinfully letting yourselves enjoy the flame you’re never should have shared.

slowly, you faced him and his placid expression was so far from how he looks at you in bed. there was no emotion or anything. just blank.

"hoon, please..." he clicked his tongue at the side of his cheeks before smirking. hearing you beg in bed is one thing, hearing you beg outside of it is another. both have clear effects on him, tho. its driving him out of his mind.

"we already talked about this. we agreed on just casual fucks—" your words hang when he took a step closer to you, making your bodies almost touch. the way your heart reacted with his action like he’s the ownder of it is just crazy.

“you know that's not the case anymore. we both know something else is going on here.”

you teared your gaze away from him, couldn't stand staring at his eyes. it always has its way on you. the way it stares at you just pushed into some kind of trance, like as if you are under his spell.

"i'm leaving." you mumbled and grabbed your bag, but was abruptly stopped when he took a hold of you.

"don't go." his tone almost made you give in, but you know it will just bury you two into the sin that already eating you both alive.

you licked your lips and slowly looked at him. sunghoon clenches his jaw as he stares at your teary eyes. its odd. he never felt this way before. countless girls cried in front of him, but not once did he felt like he wanted to protect them. like he wanted be submit and just lets them have what they want. just you. only you can make him feel like this.

“i l-love your brother...”

stabbed. you are stabbing him straight to his heart, but why are you the one hurting? why does your heart ache for sunghoon? it was illegal enough to sleep with him and it will be even horrible to have feelings for him.

“you do now, huh?” he taunts and tilts his head to the side. the corner of his lips lifts up, eyes not breaking eye contact.

“so what’s this?” he asks, “if you love him why do you keep coming back to me? craving more of me? is that what you call love?” a tear left your eyes when he said those words.

“ahh,” he sighs and acts as if he just put every pieces together. “you love him but the sex is just so boring that’s why you go to me everytime he cannot satisfy you.”

you shoved his hold off of you and shoot him glares. guilty. but you will never let him win like this. jay’s the perfect boyfriend. sweet, thoughtful, loving. everything you wish for a guy to be in a relationship with, he have it. but he seems so sweet and soft towards you that sex is not that thrilling. sunghoon was right. its a little boring. or maybe because you’re just into something else and so afraid to open it with him.

sunghoon’s the complete opposite of his brother. he’s arrogant, a notorious playboy, he’s the type of guy who just a go with the flow, mischievous and always full of himself. he fucks really hard and good too. it slowly became your addiction. the one time mistake was followed by another. and then another. and another. until you had lost count of them.

“what y/n? my sweet brother can’t satisfy you so you come running to me like a slut for my dick—”

“park sunghoon!” the fact that he’s saying all these things just makes you feel even bad. you know he’s a jerk, but it seems like his attitude became worst.

he scoffed with an unamused grin. “what? i’m just telling the truth.” he tilts his head over to the side, smirk growing wider to mask his real emotions.

“he’s so pathetic and boring to the point that he cannot even satisfy his own girlfriend.”

“enough!” you yelled at him.

“you can’t keep this forever.”

“that’s why i’m ending whatever this is right now.” you looked straight to his eyes.

“no you’re not.” his gaze burned at you, jaw clenches as he grabs your arm firmly.

sunghoon wanted to stop himself from saying or doing anything stupid. he isn’t someone who let his emotions control him. when it comes to this game, he’s an expert. he’s never the one to beg or stop someone from cutting whatever this is. he usually just shrugs it off then move to another one.

so why the fuck is he holding you so tight? why does his heart aches so much just by hearing those words from you?

he wanted to convince himself that its his pride and ego that you’re stepping into. that he just really hates losing to his brother. but he knew pretty well its his goddamn heart you are crushing and he’s letting you. sunghoon gave you his heart and doesn’t even care if you stab it until you are satisfied.

you can ruin him. you can ruin everything in him, if that’s how he gets to keep you.

“s-sunghoon,” you resist from his hold which is useless as he was like a stone. its funny how you think you can even break free from him.

he shook his head firmly, “you are not leaving me. no.”

your heart aches and it took everything in you to pull your walls up. the wall you built to barricade your heart to keep it from beating for him.

“i’m so sorry.” you whispered, lips shaking. the words processed inside your mind, but it was too hard for you to say it out loud.

you know it will hurt him and that will probably end whatever this is. it will hurt you as much as it will hurt sunghoon. but you know this is what’s right and you should’ve done that long time ago. before you two gets too attached.

“i love him.”

your words cracks his heart. no, he was already broken. and now that you made that choice, shatters it. his hold from you loosen and it took everything in you to leave him. this is your chance to make things right.

you’re not really yourself while you went back to your apartment to shower and freshen up a bit. sunghoon’s scent are stuck on you, like an alpha male claiming his omega. you shoved him away from your thoughts and just focused on getting ready.

“hi,” you greeted jay with a kiss on his lips after you arrive the restaurant.

he agreed on just waiting for you here since you informed him that you’ll take a while to get ready. this is one of your favorite place to eat and jay always gets you two a reservation whenever you plan to have a date.

“you look tired, love. everything okay?” his worried eyes carefully scan you and strings of guilt once again starts to suffocate you.

a small smile is all you can give him, “just tired from work.” you lied and eyes dropped at the menu placed in front of you.

“did you order already?” you ask trying to switch the topic.

he gently reach for your hand and placed a soft kiss on it, “not yet.” then smiles warmly. his eyes still look worried for you so you tried to assure him that you’re fine.

“let’s order then?” and was about to raise your hand, but he stopped you.

“let’s wait for a few minutes.” then he glanced at his phone.

your brows furrowed, “why?”

he lifts his head and innocent eyes stares right at you, “oh, sunghoon’s around town so he told me he wants to dine with us.”

you can feel your heart thumping hard and ears slowly muffling. shivers and cold sweats runs through your spine.

“w-what?”

he ignored the look on your face and doesn’t take it as a big deal. his eyes shifted towards the entrance and his eyes brightens at the sight of his own brother, walking inside.

“hoon!” he even raised his hand to catch his attention.

sunghoon smirks as he nods his head before starting walking towards your table. you didn’t move and just sat there, uncomfortably. he grins inwardly, watching how nervous you are.

“hi y/n.” he greets meaningfully before sitting at the chair across of you.

you cleared your throat and tries to smile at the man in front of you. just by the look on his face, it was visible that he’s enjoying this very much. he enjoys seeing you so tense.

“hi.” you shortly respond.

sunghoon chuckles before he looks at his brother to greet him with a wide grin.

“it’s good to see you man.” your boyfriend says, very delighted to have a meal with his brother after a long time.

“yeah. same here.”

“you said you want to tell me something?” jay brings up that got you stoned at your position. you hitch your breath as you glance at sunghoon.

jay’s arm rested at the back of your chair and his hand casually caress your arm. it caught sunghoon’s attention and his grin fell for a short period of time. he managed to pull it back and with a clenched teeth he tries to smile.

“later. first, let’s share a meal, shall we?” and he arches his brow sexily before glancing back at you, his words giving a double meaning.

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AITA for cheating on my girlfriend with her best friend?

Poster: u/sukunathekingofcurus69 4 days. ago

Alright, listen up. I know this sounds bad, and yeah, it is bad, but I need some advice here. Me and my girl, Y/N, have been together for almost three years. She’s... incredible. Like, the kind of woman you actually settle down with, build a life with, y'know? Problem is, we've never been intimate. She's waiting for marriage. She was upfront about it, told me from the start. Said I could walk if that wasn’t gonna work for me, but I didn’t care. I thought I could handle it because I love her. But, man, it’s been tough.

So here’s where I really screwed up. One day, her best friend—yeah, her best friend—came by the apartment when Y/N wasn’t home. She had to grab something, whatever. We started talking, and somehow, one thing led to another, and we ended up sleeping together. In our bed. It was a one-time thing, and I feel like absolute trash about it.

The thing is, I don’t have feelings for her friend. At all. It just happened, and I’ve realized she’s been waiting for an opportunity like this to mess things up for Y/N. Her friends, they don’t really like Y/N, and I’m only seeing now that I walked right into her trap. Now her friend’s telling me to leave Y/N and be with her, but that’s not happening. I love Y/N. I just made one really, really bad mistake.

So, yeah, I screwed up big time. I don’t know how to tell Y/N because I know it’s gonna destroy her. But if I don’t tell her, it’ll eat me alive. Think she could ever forgive me for this, or am I just done here? What’s my next move?

Top comments on this post

u/gojohatesyourass : Dude... what did you expect? You cheated on your girlfriend with her best friend. There’s no way to sugarcoat this. Y/N trusted you with something really important to her, and instead of talking to her about how you were feeling, you went and slept with her friend? That’s just a massive betrayal on both sides. You didn’t just hurt her—you disrespected her completely.

u/yujithegoatttt : Bro, you’re so wrong here, it’s not even funny. She was clear with you about what she wanted from the start, and you agreed to it. If you couldn’t handle it, you should have talked to her or even left the relationship if it was too much. But nah, you decided to sleep with her friend instead. What’s even worse is doing it in your bed. Total lack of respect for your girl.

u/tojiownyourass88 : Yikes. “It was just one mistake.” Dude, cheating isn't a mistake, it's a choice. And not only did you cheat, but you did it with someone who doesn’t even respect your girlfriend. Like, how do you expect her to ever trust you again? Not to mention, you're just now realizing that her friends don’t like her? It’s messed up on so many levels.

u/getoKFCowner : You said it yourself: she's the type of girl you marry, but you just trashed your future with her. If you really cared about her, you wouldn’t have let yourself get into this situation. "I was pent up" isn’t an excuse—you're an adult, and you need to be able to control yourself. You owe her the truth, even if it hurts. And be ready for her to walk away because that’s what most people would do.

u/ballsack63973 : What gets me is that you’re still trying to make excuses. “I was pent up for years.” Come on, man. You’ve got a brain, right? If you were struggling with not being intimate, you should have talked to her about it. Cheating on her with her friend? That’s on you. You need to tell her ASAP and be ready for whatever she decides because honestly, she deserves better than this.

Update: u/sukunathekingofcurus69 (2 days. ago)

I’ve read all of your comments, and things have taken a turn. I think her friends might’ve said something because Y/N has been acting distant with me. And honestly, I’m terrified. Normally, Y/N is quiet, but it’s always been a comfortable silence. Now, though? It feels heavy, like she knows something’s wrong.

Last night, I couldn’t sleep, and I heard her crying. When I asked her what was going on, she just said she didn’t know, but that she felt like something had gone wrong. Her intuition is crazy strong—like, ridiculously on point. She can always sense when something’s off, and I couldn’t even bring myself to tell her the truth. I lied again.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. I’m planning to tell her in the morning, but I’m terrified that when I do, it’ll be the last time I see her. I feel like I’ve already lost her.

The friend I slept with? She’s been texting and calling non-stop, to the point where I had to block her. But I’m scared she’s going to get mad and tell Y/N everything before I do. Almost everyone knows now, except Y/N, and it’s killing me. I feel like absolute trash, and I even broke down and cried for the first time in years.

I wish I could take it all back. Y/N didn’t deserve any of this, and I know I have to come clean.

Top comments on this post

u/gojohatesyourass : You’re already losing her, man. You can feel it, and now she’s crying, probably sensing that something’s off. She might not know the details yet, but her intuition is telling her something is wrong. Every second you don’t come clean, the deeper you’re digging this hole. You’re already in a bad spot—if you don’t tell her now, she’s gonna hear it from someone else, and that’s gonna hurt even worse.

u/tojiownyourass88 : I get that you're scared, but it's too late to keep running from this. Your girlfriend deserves the truth, especially if she's already sensing something's up. Do it face-to-face, be completely honest, and don't let her hear it from her so-called friends. You've already hurt her, but lying further will just make it worse.

u/yujithegoatttt : You’re scared to lose her, but you already have lost her trust, man. Keeping this secret longer will destroy any chance you have at even remaining civil with her. If she finds out from someone else? Game over. She’s already crying because she can sense something’s wrong. Be honest with her before this gets even worse.

Update: u/sukunathekingofcurus69 (1 day. ago)

So, yeah… it’s done. I told her. And now, I genuinely feel like I want to disappear. This woman has done nothing but love and care for me, and I completely shattered her.

I told her everything—everything that happened—and I was terrified. I thought she’d scream, or maybe even hit me, because honestly, I deserve the worst. But none of that happened.

She just sat there, in complete silence, and I watched as her face went from shock to pure devastation. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She just looked like a part of her soul had been ripped out.

And now she’s blaming herself for what I did. She kept saying how she wasn’t enough, how she must’ve pushed me away. I’ve never seen her like this—so hurt and so broken. I hate myself for putting her through this. I don’t know why I did it. Like… why?

I don’t know if this will be my last update, but I need time to figure things out and try to see things more clearly. She’s gone. She didn’t say where she was going—she just left. I’m lost, man. I don’t know what to do anymore.

Top comments on this post

u/meumidontholdback : You really didn’t understand the weight of your actions until now, huh? The fact that she’s blaming herself for your mistake is heartbreaking. You broke her trust, her spirit, and probably your entire relationship. It’s not just about her leaving; it’s about the damage you caused. She doesn’t deserve this. You need to face the consequences and stop wallowing in self-pity. If you really loved her, you’d understand the depth of what you’ve done.

u/getoKFCowner : She left, man. That says everything. The fact that she didn’t even argue with you shows just how deeply you’ve hurt her. She’s so broken she’s blaming herself for your betrayal. That’s on you to fix, but honestly, she might be better off without you now. You didn’t just cheat—you tore down the foundation of her self-worth. I don’t even know if you can come back from this, but you owe her an apology from the heart, and then some.

u/ballsack63973 : This is what cheating does, bro. It doesn’t just hurt—it destroys people. She’s gone, and I don’t know if there’s any coming back from this for either of you. You didn’t just hurt her; you made her question her worth, and that’s the worst part. The only thing you can do now is give her space and, if she ever wants to talk, be honest and take full responsibility. But don’t expect forgiveness. You crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed.

Update: u/sukunathekingofcurus69 (1 hr. ago)

This is probably my last update. We’ve officially broken up, and honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone like her again. I have no one to blame but myself for this mess. I am a degenerate who only think with his dick.

so update on the friend. and the whole friend group I guess. so she seems to have blocked them and everyone. the friend even had the fucking audacity to make it seem like I forced her and it was all me but for fuck sake. y/n did not buy any of it and just told her to fuck off.

I heard she’s going to visit her grandparents in her home country, and I honestly don’t know if she’ll come back. But even if she does, it doesn’t change anything—we’re done.

Now I have the actual freedom to sleep with anyone, but I can't even do it. literally, I didn't even know how good I had it. life was peaceful and so secure that I thought she was boring. but fuck. I want to bash my head into the wall.

Please, anyone reading this—especially guys—don’t do what I did. I’m a complete idiot. a fucking idiot.

I think I should also go and visit my grandfather. I need that old man to straighten me out.

Top comments on this post

u/meumidontholdback: You definitely need to take time to think and reflect. You do sound regretful, which is a good start, but that’s only one step. Make sure you don’t just keep feeling sorry for yourself.

u/nobaratheitgirl: I literally made a Reddit account just to come and say this. You are the biggest loser and asshole this green earth has ever seen. Like, the audacity of some man amazes me. But you got what you deserve. And for that so-called friend and friend group? I hope you all get your karma because this girl is your friend, and you slept with her boyfriend. Your self-esteem is so low that you have to go after your best friend’s man? Shame on all of you. Y/N, I hope you take the time to heal and grow. You deserve better than this shithead. You are the victim here, so don’t blame yourself. I love you, and the rest of you can just fuck off.

u/yujithegoatttt: I totally agree with that girl who just cursed everyone out. Y/N deserves so much better. She was betrayed by snakes, and I hope she gets the help she needs to heal.

u/ballsack63973: Asshole, stupid fuck, cunt. There’s really no other way to say it. What a fucking loser.

TOMORROW'S ESCAPE

SYNOPSIS: set in 2030, sunghoon park has been your favorite idol for years since he saved your life. however, after a tragic accident, sunghoon ends up passing away. unable to deal with the heartbreak of losing your favorite idol, you ask the world for a chance to save sunghoon. after hearing your desperate pleas, the universe sends you back in time to when you coincidentally went to high school with him back in 2024. getting a second chance to set things right and save your favorite idol, you're ready to do just about anything to make sure he lives in the future. however, things prove to be difficult as you move through the past uncovering hidden feelings while also trying to save yourself in the process. in the end, is it truly possible to escape fate?

heavily inspired by the kdrama "lovely runner" !!

PAIRING: sunghoon x f!reader

GENRE: fluff, angst, humor

FEATURING: jake of enhypen, jay of enhypen, and heeseung of enhypen

WARNINGS: mentions of cigarettes, topic of death, cursing

TAGLIST: please reply to this post or send a message to my inbox to be added !!

UPDATE SCHEDULE: every two days (or so) at 10pm est

STATUS: ongoing

STARTED: 05/19/24

ENDED: ???

PLAYLIST

PROFILES: 1 | 2 | 3

PROLOGUE

001 . . . bffr

002 . . . the old me

003 . . . strong and sturdy

004 . . . feeling good

005 . . . plz plz plz

006 . . . doxxed, swatted, and glitter bombed

007 . . . enemies to friends

008 . . . marriage or death

009 . . . just get married

010 . . . tba

A/N: tysm to @shuamorollss for making this banner for me!! and ty to everybody who's reading <3 this kdrama is my current obsession so im very excited to write this!! and PLZ IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS!! i will adjust it from 2024 to 2030 accordingly, but the actual times and dates don't matter!! the 2023 timeline starts in MAY!!!

PR Nightmare || F1

type :: crack tw/cw :: fem-anatomy!reader (carlos), fart eating??? (lando), dicks haha penis haha (oscar), gaslighting (oscar) contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar summary :: driver!reader is the driver's teammate which is awesome! only issue is that they're a pr nightmare and it's their job to cover for you - reader's dialogue is blue! - honestly not proud of this but meh masterlist more here!

Carlos Sainz | 55

Doing interviews was normally boring for Carlos since they tend to ask the same thing over and over again

But somehow, you always made it more fun

Mostly because you couldn't keep your big fat mouth shut and usually went so off-topic they'd need to cut you off

So they asked for the thousandth time, "what do you like about your teammate?"

Usually, Carlos would just repeat that he likes your humor, your positive energy, and great racing skills

But you decided to cut him off and lie for fun

"I like that we can share bras and shit 😄" You say with a bright smile

Carlos' eyes widened as he let out a laugh from shock

"That's not true, we have never shared bras"

"Yeah we have, don't be shy 😆"

Despite how many times Carlos denied it, it was already imprinted in the fandom

Now Carlos is constantly edited with bras on

He's haunted by this every where he goes

Now he can't go to the media pen without being asked "what brand of bras do you recommend?"

Charles Leclerc | 16

Interviews have gotten easier for Charles since his English has improved so much

But you loved to gaslight him and get him to questionable stuff

Some random Sports channel called you and Charles in to film a video

The prompt was that you would be able to edit Charle's bio on Instagram and Twitter and vice-versa

Charles went first, making your bio slightly funny and goofy

He was pretty proud of himself for his creation - despite it not being super funny

But you wanted to go all out - changing his entire bio to be brand new

You handed his phone back to him and showed him the new bio you created for him

"Determined to Breed 😈 🔥 🙏 #16 on Grid + 16 Inches 💪 💯 🏎️ Ferrari Forever ♾️ 🗣️ 🙋‍♂️ Bye bye Carlos 💋 😢 💍"

Charles understood most of it but didn't really care to think too hard about any of it

He assumed all of it was supposed to be some hype gym-bro stuff so he kept it for a WEEK.

The video was still being edited and wouldn't be posted until about 2 weeks

So everyone was going crazy on Twitter and Instagram thinking he got hacked

Charles only changed it after an Italian fan translated it and he went 😨

But it was too late,,, he is now forever known as "Determined to Breed" by everyone

Lando Norris | 04

Interviews were already pretty fun for Lando since he's pretty young and has good energy

But you were a different level of energy, making you blurt out random stuff for fun

Normally it was just fun facts or little stories - but sometimes you would leak secrets about Lando

"What's the biggest flaw in your teammate?"

Lando hated questions like these, but he knew to make it humorous so there'd be no drama

While he was struggling to think of something about you, you instantly blurted out

"His farts smell like absolute ass." You say with a strong emphasis on how bad it smelt

Lando hides his face from embarrassment and tries his best to deny this

"What are you talking about!" He tries to gaslight you, "I've never even farted around you!!!"

"Yes you have!" You argue back "And I can tell everytime you're gonna fart!! Cause you lift one ass cheek up!!!"

Lando loses the argument completely, hiding his face in his legs as the entire camera crew began to laugh at him

Twitter went crazy, saying they got the ick from imagining Lando lifting his cheek to fart

Even the grid found out and started to mock him too

You made him a victim fr 😢

Oscar Piastri | 81

One of your favorite things ever is to LIE :D 🎉

You loved lying, especially about Oscar, it was so fun because he almost never defended himself

He was raised with the mindset of "people will find the truth on their own"

Which was perfect for you cause you could say the most out of pocket shit and he would never ever bother to correct you

You were doing an interview with Oscar, as usual, and they asked the basic standard things that people wanted to know

But you loved to pretend that you and him were much closer than you actually were

Similar to Tyler the Creator and ASAP Rocky - you being Tyler, of course...

"What's your favorite memory with each other?"

Oscar needed a minute to think, because you guys did hang out quite a lot

But you instantly went: "When I went with Oscar to get him circumcised! 😆"

Everyone in the room gasped - not believing it for a second

But thanks to Oscar's deadpan face and sarcastic tone, he was helping them believe you despite it not being true AT ALL.

"Oh yeah, that's my favorite too." he says sarcastically with a small smirk

"I held his hand and helped him breathe and stuff - like he was giving birth"

"Yeah, thanks for that"

"No problem! 😄"

Although everyone could tell it was a lie, the fans loved the fake story and went along with it

So many edits were created that it was impossible for you to like every single one

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

CHAPTER FOUR - HELL'S GATE.

WORDS - 3,725.

RATING - G+. [canon-typical violence and somewhat fluff].

SUMMARY - suiren finally meets the entity that had been haunting her dreams.

feedback would be appreciated!

previous chapter - chapter three.

Not understanding where she was, Suiren had woke up, perplexed to her surroundings, she had turned around and quickly comprehended that wherever she was, was not the physical life she had needed to return to. Apprehensive, the girl pinched herself to reassure that she wasn’t dreaming, and the moment she could feel the pinch a deep laugh had hastily shaken her.

“Who’s there?” Suiren called out, alert and ready to fight whoever tried to stand in her way.

The area she had been in, had contrasted the white abyss she was usually used to, the atmosphere was dark and the coldness had sent chills down her spine. Though, the moment the girl had called out into the open and heard the laughter, she had immediately turned around to face where the laughter had come from.

The moment she finished her rotation, she stood to face to face to a large dragon behind black gates. Aside from the vast size of the animal, it had appeared intimidatingly beautiful. Intrigued, Suiren’s arms dropped to her sides as she viewed what had been displayed in front of her with an open mouth, however, the moment she gathered her consciousness, Suiren took a closer step towards the black gates. 

“Who are you?” Suiren curiously whispered, and the intrigued emotions she had felt trampled over her fear, her eyes slightly wide with anticipation.

“Sora,” the Dragon responded and unsure to continue speaking, Suiren had remained silent to the beast’s response.

Howbeit, the girl had quickly understood that the only way to get out of this situation was to speak to Sora.

“How can I get out of this place?” Suiren questioned, eager to leave the area she had been in currently, she understood that she had left Raiden in a vulnerable position and she hadn’t been in the mood to stay and have a conversation.

“You need my entire spirit,” Sora forwardly answered, and confused, Suiren knitted down her dark eyebrows.

As she had tried to think of ways for her to have his spirit, Suiren shook her head, mixed up. “What do you mean?” Baffled, Suiren had stared up at the Dragon, whose blazing eyes stared back at her, nonetheless, swiftly, Suiren eyes lit up in conclusion. “Were you the Fire?” Suiren inquired, her voice light as she had easily figured out Sora’s other form.

“The Fire is a part of me,” Sora truthfully answered, “when you finally allowed the Fire to take you, it had caused everything to become easier, for example, talking like this.”

Impatient, Suiren actively spread her arms open, longing to return to Raiden. “Enough chit-chat!” Suiren exclaimed, “how do I let you in?”

“That was quick,” Sora sneered and quickly, Suiren threw eye darts at the beast that stood before her.

“My friend, Raiden is in trouble and so am I, I need to get out of here as quick as possible,” Suiren earnestly explained, her voice actively discordant as she had begun to fear what must’ve happened to the both of them now.

Reticent, Sora moved his large figure closer to the black gates, the bright colour of his eyes was the main source of aglow Suiren had in this dark realm, and anxious, Suiren mouth shuddered as she gently took in the cold air. “You need to open the gate.”

“How can I open the gate?” Suiren asked.

“All you need to do is think about it, your mind is powerful enough to grant whatever you need, believe in yourself, have faith,” Sora gently responded and unsure, Suiren moved her sight to the square golden lock that had trapped in Sora.

Desperate, Suiren had walked towards the gates and wrapped her hands around one of the metal black bars of the prison, and realised that there had been words embedded into the bar, curious, Suiren examined the writing and noticed it had said, “Hell’s Gate,” and the moment she understood the two words, the dark-haired girl looked up at the Dragon, furtherly unsure.

“You’re not going to do anything I’ll be against?” Suiren anxiously questioned and the beast had tilted its head to reassure her.

“Without your permission I cannot do anything to you,” Sora responded and assured, Suiren beckoned her head. “The power you have is too much for your body, it’s already killing you especially with the help of the poison that’s running through your blood, you’ll need to get healed immediately, or your body will become worse to the point you can die.”

Nervous, Suiren gripped her hands around the bars of the gates, yet, the girl had pushed her fear away and focused to get out. “I need to hurry up,” Suiren lowly muttered, and before she had allowed herself to appoint Sora to escape, she pressed her lips into a thin line. “How would I be able to escape from the Prism Tower?”

“A portal,” Sora candidly answered.

Confused, Suiren shook her head. “I don’t know how to create a portal.”

“You will be able to, only if you believe yourself,” Sora responded and with not wanting to waste any more time, Suiren had focused on the golden squared lock.

Silent, she gently inhaled deeply as she had directed and concentrated on making the lock disappear and when the girl had been able to accomplish the task, the lock had disappeared into a puff of smoke and not too long after, the black gates turned into fog and there was no longer anything that had separated Suiren and Sora from each other.

Moreover, without second thought, Sora had formed into one of his appearances, a black cloudy spirit that had glowed red flakes and had stunned the young girl who stood opposite him, briskly, her mouth had opened and the dark coloured mist entered her body.

Scared, Raiden had dragged Suiren’s body away from the crowd as much as he could, tired, and in need to be healed, Raiden held Suiren’s body tightly against his chest, her back against his front while the heels of her sandals dragged against the cold ground.

As much as he tried to keep his cool, the dark-haired boy had panicked the moment he heard the shout from the Prism Members get louder; and with his cheek against Suiren’s cheek, the boy had breathed heavily. “Suiren wake up!” Raiden desperately pleaded as the figures of the enemies had become closer, as his back had fudded against the brick walls, the boy had realised that he was at a dead end, and beaten, the body had slid his back down the cold solid.

“Suiren please wake up!’ Raiden cried out, his eyes wide with fright while they began to close in on them, and when Suiren had not moved a muscle, the Nakamura boy had accepted both of their fates.

Disheartened, Raiden had kept Suiren close to his body and closed his eyes while the free palm of his right hand had covered Suiren’s, ready for the Prism members to end them, but suddenly, the girl had eventually woken from her slumber, while deep red flames had seeped out of her mouth like an angered Dragon.

Her flame had burned the men into crisp just as the blaze had taken over everything in front of her. Amidst the Water Stone still in her hand, the piece radiantly glowed while the Fire Suiren had breathed out had created a portal for the two to get into, Suiren had used all her strength to help herself and Raiden get to their feet and enter the ingress.

Dejected and distressed, the two had fell into the office of Suiren’s mother, Sakura; and grateful, Raiden had once more stood to his feet while the long-haired girl had struggled to use her limbs to get up, as she had felt all muscles in her body eternally burn, she had taken one glance at her disturbed mother and reached out for the pink-haired lady before she had fell flat.

It had been a day since Suiren had collapsed in her mother’s office and she had been in a private hospital room ever since, she had been asleep but had been able to feel the soothing energy of her mother’s chakra healing her. When word got out that Raiden and Suiren returned back to Konoha, the rest of Team Thirteen had to rebound back to their Village.

Raiden was always found by Suiren’s side, along with Sarada who had been surprised to see the dark-haired boy due to the fact that Suiren never really spoken about the connection she shared with him, but, Sarada understood that the two were team-mates who had suffered a commodity very traumatising.

The moment Sakura had tucked Suiren into the hospital bed, she eventually noticed the Water Stone her unconscious body protectively gripped, fortunately Ren had explained what he knew about the Water Stone and astonished, Sakura had immediately given the stone to Naruto.

When the object had been discussed by the two adults, they agreed that this was undeniably a conversation to have with Suiren, who Naruto believed had more information about the object, though the two adults had remained silent, they believed it was best to have the youngest Uchiha speak about it when she felt better.

Currently, Suiren had much flowers in her hospital room, and had tubes that had entered her so she had remained healthy, the aid was accessible, and the young girl’s closed mind had begun to wake up.

The flowers in her room had come from the many male admirers she had in the Academy and Raiden had wished he could throw them all away, but for Suiren he didn’t. The second Sarada and Raiden noticed Suiren had woken up, Sarada had instantly brought her twin sister into a hug. “We were so worried!” Sarada passionately cried out, within the embrace, Sarada could feel her tears threaten to leave.

“I’m fine now,” Suiren smiled.

“I stopped all my missions to be by your side,” the older twin sniffled, as she pulled herself away from the tight embrace, moreover, grateful, Suiren had rubbed the knuckles of her older sister, who had then nudged Suiren and gestured towards Raiden who had sat at the other side of the hospital bed.

“Raiden,” Suiren responsively breathed out, ere she pulled herself to bring the green-eyed boy into a tight hug.

Confused, Sarada crossed her arms as she had watched the display in front of her. “I didn’t know the two of you were a thing.”

Quickly, Suiren pulled away from Raiden and sent her sister a look, humorously defensive, Sarada took a step back. “I’ll tell mum that you’ve woken up,” Sarada commented and left the hospital room so the two could have time to themselves.

Gently, Suiren had held Raiden’s hands, her eyes filled with complete gratefulness. “Thank you for protecting me.”

“I did the best I could, I was pretty weak, the mission made me realise how better I have to become for something like that not happen again,” Raiden thoughtfully responded and slowly the Uchiha had beamed at him. Thankful, Suiren had hugged him once more, “it was you that did the big stuff, you were like a fire breathing Dragon, the fire was so big I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of me, and then you created a portal with the fire, it looked like it was straight from a movie.”

“You sound crazy,” Suiren laughed as she had leaned back on her hospital bed, then she randomly remembered the conversation she shared with Sora in the dark realm she woke up in.

“I’m not crazy,” Raiden joked, “I’m serious, you’re magic Suiren.”

Complimented, Suiren turned her head to him. “You’re so sweet,” Suiren thanked, “but how are you doing?”

“I’m doing fine,” Raiden shrugged, not bothered to speak about himself, “Today’s all about you,” he pushed, and confidently, he placed his hand on top of hers, the kind touch they had shared had quickly become interrupted by a familiar blond loud mouth, the Hokage’s eldest child and only son, Boruto.

Sharply, Suiren had sucked in her breath just as she readied herself to converse with the whiskered boy. As much as annoying the boy could be, it was genuinely nice to see his face and have his presence around. “Here comes Mr. Lame,” Suiren proudly smiled and enthusiastically, Boruto winked at Suiren and gave her a thumb’s up.

“Sarada told me what happened to you,” Boruto spoke, and humorously, Suiren looked at herself up and down before she pointed her gaze towards back to the blond boy.

“Well as you can see,” Suiren smiled as Boruto curiously walked closer to her, intrigued to hear what had happened, but Sakura had quickly entered the hospital room with Sarada who trailed behind her.

“The two of you boys need to get out,” Sakura hastily ordered and without hesitation, Raiden and Boruto exited the hospital room which had caused Sarada to close the door behind her once the two boys were out.

Happy, Sakura had hugged her youngest child, relieved that she had woken with no complication. “Mum can you please take out the tubes?” Suiren begged and without second thought, the pink-haired lady obeyed her daughter’s plead and placed plasters to where the holes were in, relieved, Suiren laid her back against the comfortable cot.

“Uncle Naruto is going to come soon, he wants to know what happened when you were separated with the rest of the group,” Sakura informed, and reticent, Suiren nodded her head.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, mum,” Suiren remorsefully apologised and reserved, Sakura shook her head.

“It’s not your fault,” Sakura replied, “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Content, Suiren smiled at her mother, Suiren knew how Sakura could be about her, their mother was protective of Suiren and Sarada equally, although, there would always be some type of fear Sakura would have in her eyes whenever something would happen when it came to Suiren. Moreover, truthfully, any caring mother would be like that, but, for her mother, she would always behave like something she had feared would happen would always occur whenever Suiren had the slightest bruise.

“Imagine my surprise when a portal was created in my office,” Sakura gently joked, “I never knew you could do that.”

“I never knew I could either,” Suiren replied, “it just happened.”

“You make me so proud,” Sakura emotionally whispered, and emotive, Sakura placed her hand against the top of Suiren’s head, fervent, Sakura pulled a chair to sit beside Suiren while Sarada walked to the other side of Suiren’s hospital bed and leaned against it.

Amused with a knowing look on her face, Sarada poked her sister’s upper arm which had caused the longer-haired Uchiha to twist her gaze to her sister. “I heard Raiden say you’re made out of magic,” Sarada brought up, “are you two dating?”

“We’re not a thing,” Suiren blushed, “I’m not a ready for a relationship anyways,” she shyly muttered and as kick-back, Sakura and Sarada knowingly shared looks before they continued their lists of inquiries.

After a dutiful moment of time the blonde haired Hokage had eventually made his way to the hospital room the Uchiha women stayed in, his aura bright and enthusiastic as he opened the door, his excited son behind him who had attempted to enter the room to hear what had happened in the mission, apologetically, Naruto had apologised for his son’s peering behaviour and closed the door behind him.

“Uncle Naruto is here!” The man kindly cheered on and happily the three women beamed at his entrance. “It’s good to see you healthy Suiren.”

“Thank you, Hokage-Sama,—”

Quickly, Naruto waved his hand, “no, not Hokage-Sama from you, just uncle Naruto,” he kindly clarified to Suiren, and honourably, Naruto had always been a good uncle to her, he’d usually tell the girl stories of younger Team Seven and how annoying and arrogant her father could be. Suiren had never forgotten that uncle Naruto had told her that Suiren had shared similar traits to her father but also a mix of her mother, while Sarada was the opposite, Sarada had more similar traits to their mother with a mix of their father.

Howbeit, when Naruto had entered the hospital room, she had felt the Water Stone with him, she hadn’t commented on it. “The mission has been half-completed,” Naruto commented, “the Water Stone has been retrieved but not given to the Land of Water.”

“It’s best for the Water Stone to stay in Konoha,” Suiren shrugged, “where there’ll be better and proper protection for it.”

“The Prism members must be gone,” Naruto candidly brought up, “Raiden said that you burned them.”

Thoughtful, Suiren twisted her sight to her fingers. “Yes, I did,” she whispered slightly surprised of how she was able to do that.

Sympathetic, Naruto brought himself closer to her. “Do not feel guilty, it was a last resort.”   Thankful, Suiren turned to look at him before she nodded her head. “Do you remember anything that had happened in the Tower?” Naruto questioned and Suiren gave them a signal that she did.

“I remember waking up against the table, feeling paralysed but they didn’t know I was awake, they were speaking to each other,” Suiren began to explain, and she could feel her mother’s hand reach for her, for support and grateful, Suiren gently glanced towards her mother and sent her a thankful smile. “They said I was some sort of amplifier for the Water Stone,” Suiren continued to explain just as she returned her vision to the man; and the long-haired girl then turned her sight to the pocket where the stone must’ve been and saw how it gently flickered its light blue colour in his pocket.

Intrigued, Naruto quickly took out the object from his pocket and the light blue glow weakly gleamed in his hand, in an assured manner, Naruto had passed the Water Stone to Suiren and the weak glowing of the object has briskly transformed into a heavenly luminosity; in response to the stone being near her, objects in the room began to slowly levitate along with strands of Suiren’s hair, shocked, the rest of the people in the room watched the situation while Suiren quickly passed the Water Stone back to him.

As a consequence, everything that had levitated in the room had quickly dropped back down to their places. “Do you know why you might be an amplifier?” Naruto curiously questioned as he put the stone back into his pocket, and genuinely Suiren shook her head.

As much as she had been genuine about her lack of knowledge to why she was the amplifier. Suiren had intentionally left out the information about Sora.

“Thankfully, the Prism are gone,” Naruto said again, and yet there was an underlining feeling that made Suiren feel opposite of what the Hokage had thought.

“I don’t think they’re all gone,” Suiren replied and confused, Naruto knitted down his eyebrows and silently gestured for her to explain why, “I don’t know why I feel this way, but I just don’t believe they’re all gone, that’s why I think it’s best for the Water Stone to stay in Konoha.”

“The Water Stone gives people unlimited Water Powers, the Prism wanted to use it to take over lands and villages,” Suiren explained and appreciative to the knowledge Suiren had given him, Naruto placed his hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll do my best to give the Water Stone the best protection it needs,” Naruto said and relieved, Suiren gestured with her head with acknowledgement. “Continue to rest, Suiren,” he finally said before he bid his goodbye to her then to her mother and her twin sister.

“This is something Sasuke needs to know,” Sakura emotionally cried out, currently, the two adults had stood in Naruto’s office, Naruto hadn’t sat on his chair but stood in front of the pink-haired woman who had hugged herself while her head had hung low, her light green eyes against her feet as she had held herself back from crying.

Empathetic, Naruto placed his hand on her shoulder before he spoke, “are you talking about the Water Stone?”

Annoyed, Sakura looked up at the Uzumaki man. “No! About the fact that she almost died!” She hissed. “I don’t want Suiren to go on any missions for now.”

“That’s quite harsh,” Naruto frankly commented.

“For now,” Sakura muttered, “you should’ve saw the condition she was in when she arrived into my office,” Sakura sadly explained, “she looked dead.”

Responsive, Naruto pulled his hand from her shoulder as he understood how Sakura must’ve felt. “To almost lose a child,” Naruto affectionately whispered, his eyes wide with supportive sadness.

“The feeling was unbearable,” Sakura responded, “it’ll make me feel better if I know she’s safe for a couple of weeks,” she had then explained with her hand on her hips, sympathetic, Naruto had stared back at the pink-haired woman who had her mind already made up.

“The Chunin Exams are coming, she’ll need to train, Suiren wants to become a Chunin,” Naruto candidly responded, moreover, it wasn’t like Naruto was against Sakura’s plead, but he hadn’t wanted this situation to block Suiren’s path to become the excelling Ninja she showed to be.

Desperate, Sakura sighed as she impatiently tapped her foot. “A small break then,” she decided, “I just want to make sure Suiren will never be in that situation again, Naruto, she looked grey and was bloody, her blood was black and her veins were turning blue. I want to do research on the poison and create a proper medicine for it.”

Agreeable, Naruto gestured with his head. “I’ll have a conversation with Sasuke about it,” and thankful, Sakura thanked him, “but about the Water Stone, I can’t think of any connection between Suiren and the object.”

“It might’ve been the time I was pregnant with both Sarada and Suiren,” Sakura thoughtfully concepted out loud while she gently placed her hand against her stomach.

Responsive, Naruto watched her short display of action. “Suiren will be okay, Sakura.”

Wistfully, Sakura looked back at him with a doleful smile. “I hope so.”

thank you so much for the support! + wanted to show the dynamic suiren and boruto have, this is a glimpse of it.

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