warnings: oral (m received), fingering, daddy kink, i dunnoo what else this is just pure porn 😭 (MDNII!!)
mood song (GO STREAM DELI 🤍icespicee)
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hood eren who even though he spoils you, does not put up with a bad attitude. every time you're mad or upset it puts him ina funk and he just doesn't like it.
hood eren who regardless of your attitude, takes you to your favorite mall with your friends on the weekend, hoping you were just having a shitty week.
hood eren who once more spoils you and your friends, taking you out for hibachi and letting you spend your time hanging around the mall, but he soon regrets this decision when you stop infront of your FAV designer store.
hood eren who makes A LOT of money from selling and has bought you plenty of designer in the past, calmly watches as you and your friends go into the store and end up absolutely RAVING over a pink handbag (https://t.ly/handbag) with the company logo embroidered all over it.
hood eren who as your friends explore the store, watches as you stay by his side begging for him to buy you the bag. (so you can brag later)
hood eren who refuses to buy you the new louie bag, after a week of giving him major side eye and sucking your teeth. he says he doesn't think you deserve it cause of that "nasty ass attitude." "no princess, i'll buy you the bag when you learn some manners." or "daddy said not right now chill."
hood eren who notices how you talk about him to your friends while waking off. he knew that your spoildness got bad but not THIS bad. he’s quick to drive your friends home so he can deal with that attitude.
hood eren who when you get home, comforts you when your eyes get watery and you start with the sniffles but stands strong on his words. "c'mere." he motions you over so he can pick you up and start rubbing you down. he knows just exactly what you need.
hood eren who lets his baby suck him off as an apology. when he pulls it out the tip hits his belly already angry, flushed red, and leaking pre. he lets you start off slow. sucking the tip and kissing his down his shaft. but when he realizes you're stalling, he works his length down your throat admiring your cute whines and occasional gags.
hood eren who throws his head back and moans as you suck the absolute soul outta him “oooh b-baby fuuuuck”, pulling your head down as he thrusts his length into your mouth causing tears to form in your eyes.
hood eren who spurts ropes of cum down ur throat as he finishes in your mouth. then after, pulls you up to kiss you, still tasting the nutty, salty taste of his cum in your mouth, which instantly gets him hard again.(how romantic)
hood eren who pulls off your shorts and slowly peels back your panties to reveal your puffy pussy lips and hard clit. he's so smooth with his work, placing you on the bed and letting you ramble on, that you don't even notice till he eases one of his long thick fingers in your pussy.
hood eren who fingers that creamy pussy enough to have you gushing but not cum. “renn baby please lemme cummm,” you moan out fully resting your body against his chest as his nimble fingers work on pleasuring you. “aht aht ma whats my name? thought i was a fuck nigga?” and “keep them legs open or you wont be cumming atall”
hood eren who shoves his length in your pussy and sets a brutal pace. “ooh pa slow downn i said im sorryy,” you cry. clapping, smacking, and wet sounds echo off the walls and your pretty sure your neighbors hate you by now. “you gone be a good girl nd stop acting up?” eren questions, “yess- daddy i swear i will…” you moan, juices running down your legs and half brain dead now.
hood eren who knows your lying (your definitely gonna act up again) but enjoys putting his pretty girl in her place even if she ends up getting what she wants anyways…
hood eren who after he's done tearing up that pussy, buys the special edition louie bag you wanted (it was in his cart the whole time)
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this is my first time writing a semi full smut!? so proud of myself 🥲
—a/n: this is because @autumnalsteahouse made me think about him again. a little similar to the last one but I am focusing more on tats in this one.
Okay let's talk about hos body first. As I said he's got tats all over his body. A few of them are heavily influenced Japanese mythological creatures. He even has some tattoos relating to his band, Toman, because he loves his members so much. But he has this one special tattoo that starts below his under arms and ends at his pelvis bone. It's a swirled skeleton of a creature but it looks so good.
So the first time he was on the bed on his knees, while you laid down, you could realky suck in the whole view as he stripped his tank top, then his denims. He noticed how your eyes were leering at the tattoo so the man took your hand, and traced your fingers on it. As if he was commanding them. As if he was controlling you. He gazed down to find you glistening and wet. Although to his surprised, you didn't even realized he was staring at your heated core with lust. Draken sucked on his middle and ring finger, which had the skull and dragon rings on, and shoved it in your cunt without a warning.
You yelped out a "fuck" in response. Your brows furrowed. The metal on his fingers were cold which sent this weird but pleasurable feeling to your brain.
Two orgasms later, he was still pumping his fingers in and out. To think that you cane to two times just on his fingers was both embarrassing and mind blowing.
"Aww. lil baby came on my fingers again? and i haven't even shoved this dick into ya babe."
No wonder Draken is good with his fingers. Like duh!! Have you seen his solo on the electric bass?? He eats that shit up on stage. He finger fucks you with same pace as he changes fingers on the fret of the guitar. He hits the g spot the same way he he presses that string for the raw metal music. For him, fucking you is just like playing his music.
you couldn't exactly see clearly as the tears in your eyes blurred your vision. the car was dark as is so you couldn't see anyways, well except for the foggy car window your face would push against occasionally. your two toned lips were permanently pulled into a pleasureful grimace and you felt your boyfriend ramming into you like a nigga fresh out of the big house. the car shook in the abandoned parking lot as you whimpered and cried out pleas for him to at least slow down for a minute, you could barely even breathe.
connie's tatted hands stayed on your body, one alternating from smacking your ass and gripping your waist while the other was gripping your shoulder and slamming you back on his dick. you pretty much asked for it, all he wanted was to spend a nice night with his lady but no, you had to have an attitude and throw a fit in the middle of five guys because they ran out of your favorite drink. like your life wasn't hard enough now they couldn't even have your fave drink!? you had to throw a tantrum 🤷🏾♀️.
"da-ahhhdy~ pleaseeeee." you whined as your moans left your mouth involuntarily. your big ass clapping back against his abdomen, your pussy leaking onto the pleather seats as you began to fully sob. his dick was piercing your guts repeatedly, beating your pussy up as if you owed him money. the car was hot and it didn't help you were still slightly buzzed from those buzzballs you found at the corner store an hour before.
"nah, mama~ shut that shit up. you wanted to act like a brat so ima just have to fuck it outta you." he leaned over your body, stopping his thrusts as he just slid his dick deeper inside you that you felt the tip of his dick pushing your tummy out. "c'mon, princesa, show me you can take this dick and i'll give you a lil break."
that definitely wasn't a suggestion, connie had it up to here with your tantrums and if dick was the only way to get you to sit your ass down and shut up then he was gonna dick you down until you fall into a coma.
"a-ah- sshi.. 'm sorry, daddy! ima be so g- ugh fuck, so fucking good." you cried, your arms giving out as the tears kept falling from your eyes now. you felt your orgasm build up in your tummy as you whimpered, your body convulsing around connie's dick causing him to pull you back on it.
"fuck i can't." you cried out now, completely defeated. "i wanna cum so bad, daddy please!" you practically screamed as you felt his thrusts keep their speed but his hold was much softer. "awh, my pretty baby." he muttered against your shoulder as he fucked you through your orgasm. gasping out as you gripped the pleather seats and creamed all over his dick. panting like crazy as you reached back, pushing him away by his abs as he allowed you to slide off him.
"you gonna stop acting up?" he asked, his brows raised in question as you tried your best to turn your sore body to face him. he was shocked at your state, your eyes were puffy and red, your pretty lips that were just coated in lip gloss were now bare and bleeding from how hard you biting them. you looked so sad :( just from seeing your physical state he wanted to drill into you again.
"i'll be a good girl.. i promise." you choked out through tears as he tutted, pulling you into a hug on his lap. you relaxed against him feeling safe before you felt him slip his dick right back inside your abused pussy, it now a bright redish pink shade.
"b-but i—"
"i know, mami, but i didn't cum yet."
a/n : not my best work but it's late and i wanted to post something (:
summary: connie’s gotten sick of watching you hold back from getting full happiness, so he handled it.
(i do not speak spanish, but i’m trying my best. plss don’t kill me yall)
cw: cheating, readers dad is a deadbeat…
word count: 1.3k
(ay coño/oh fuck. el muchacho es un jablador/the boy is a liar. mamagüevo/cock-sucker. no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta/stop talking gibberish, answer the question)
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“ay coño. you keep ridin my dick like that and ima have t’marry you ‘kay?” connie moaned, heavy hand repeatedly squeezing and slapping your ass as you continued to ride him in reverse. your hands wrapped firmly around his ankles as you worked your body in ways he loved. on late nights like this one it was normal for the two of you to smoke each other out and make each other feel good, letting the good vibes of the day carry on into the night.
“m’cummin again pa” you quietly breathed out as you began to bounce your ass harder, tattood hands spreading you open to get a better view of the sin being committed by the two of you. “give it t’me mama. let papi have it” connie groaned before throwing his head back in the pillows. the way your ass moved on his dick was heavenly as your walls continued to get wetter and wetter around him. there was nothing that could possibly make this moment any more perfect.
*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched him out of his bliss, making a mean mug appear before he snatched it from its spot next to him. “j-jus leave it da fuck m’so close” you continued your ministrations, oblivious to the evil grin the man behind you adorned as he looked at your phone. notification after notification from your ridiculously toxic boyfriend. connies been telling you to leave him, but there was always an excuse. “he was all i had at one point” “my family loves him and ion wanna upset them” “he said she was just his best friend”. you always had an excuse for this dickheads actions, letting him slide for shit like forgetting your anniversary all the way to blatantly cheating on you with his “girl best friend” which made him want to beat his ass.
you felt that you were no better, given your situation, so you chose to just stay and bare with it to keep up this stupid appearance for your family. your mom used to be with a man like connie and look where it got her. raising you as a single mother, trying her hardest to keep you far away from men like your father so you didn’t end up just like her. when you first brought your boyfriend home she was so happy, as were the rest of your family. you knew connie was different though. he gave you a happiness your boyfriend could never bring you. catering not only to your body, but your heart and soul as well. he was who you knew you should be with in the end, but your family would never accept him because of his lifestyle.
you were terrified about how your family would look at you if they found out you’ve switched out being with the golden, grade a student to fornicate with the big bad “thug” from the other side of town. “el muchacho es un jablador, mami. he don’t deserve you.” connie said before grabbing a blunt from the bedside table, putting fire to it as it sat between his pretty lips. “you know how my family is. they not..fuck..not fond of men like y-you” he rolled his eyes, giving you a rough snap of his hips to make you lose your balance.
a pretty cry flew from your lips, hands squeezing around his ankles while making a sly smirk appear on his face. “men like me huh?” he mimicked you. before he could add on to it, he was interrupted by your phone ringing again. ‘must be a sign to handle this shit once and for all’ connie thought before quietly picking it up and laying it down on the bed next to him. you were of course oblivious to this as you let him maneuver you into the backshot position. he grabbed the phone with one hand, placing it at his ear while he pushed your back down with his other hand. “m’not helping you ma, throw that shit back and work for this nut.” you quickly listened to his demand while he continued on the phone. “yo?….yea she here man. lil busy tho but she present” a chuckle rumbled from his chest as he listened to your frustrated boyfriend on the other line. “don’t worry about why i got her phone mamagüevo. just be glad she safe and feeling good”
you were so busy fucking your self on his dick that you didn’t even recognize that he was talking to your boyfriend on the phone. pretty whines falling from your lips as you continued to move your ass back and forth on his long dick. you reached back for connie and all he did was laugh at your weak attempt, pushing your back down to deepen your arch. all of your moans flew loose in the comfort of his room. “please help j-jus a little bit. like when you hit my spot daddy” you clenched around him, continuing to move your hips just how he likes so he could fold. connie could never get enough of you. and he knew you were just as in love and crazy for him. he’ll be damned if he had to spend another night listening to you cry and blame yourself for the actions of a bitch like your “boyfriend”.
connie moved the phone towards your mouth. this was the end of your suffering. “yea? like when papi fuck you like this?” his hips began to move, dick touching you in a sweetest places while he smiled. listening to your pretty moans. “aauughh yesss jus like that papi shittt” your wetness began to spread all over him, strings of your previous releases connecting the two of you with wet squelches. “uhh huh. let em hear you ma” let who here what? your brain finally starting working properly after you heard yelling coming from somewhere.
“you not furreal…you cheating on me bro?!” you whipped your head around in horror. connie just continued to fuck you with a proud look on his face. feeding you deep strokes as he held the phone in front of your face. “i-i..” he rolled his eyes before snapping his hips into you harder. your scream was pornographic as you began to forget all about your boyfriend on the phone. “ughh ‘i-i’….no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta, mami.”
his heavy hand landed on your ass, bringing you back to reality before you continued with your previously forgotten sentence. “ion think t-this gon work out shittt” you spoke as normal as you could, but it wasn’t normal enough. you could basically feel the anger coming from your phone as your now ex boyfriend threw curses and insults your way. “you dirty bitch. you think your family gon be proud after they find out you gave up being wit me for some thug’s dick?” while he spoke connie kissed up your back, stopping at your neck before whispering dirty words to you.
“you like this ‘thug’ dick don’t you girl? like when daddy makes you feel good and gives you what you want?” he deepened his strokes, laying one hand flat on the bed next to you while his other continued to hold the phone speaker towards your ear. “i-i love him and my family gon have to…fuckk… have to accept it or they gon end up jus l-like you, cut off.” your words surprised connie, making his dick even harder before kissing and sucking behind your ear and neck. “y-you need me…you a sad, boring ass bitch. he’ll never be me. fatherless, selfish ass bitch” he mumbled the last sentence, but connie still heard him. he was trying his hardest to hurt you with his words, but there’s no way in hell connie was letting that happen. chuckling while moving the phone from your face before taking it off speaker and holding it to his ear.
.･*:｡ PROMPT : connie loves spending time with his favorite customer, who happens to be the governor's daughter.
.･*:｡ WARNINGS : high sex (sex under the influence of weed) , fingering, unprotected sex (connie comes inside), spanking (not really a lot).
.･*:｡ AUTHOR'S NOTE : this is a old one shot that i wrote to go with the plug! connie mini series I wrote a while back, if you want the context to this one shot then you can go read them
This was probably the third night this week. Connie has been generous, plus Y/N enjoyed how he kept her company, so why ask him to leave?
They can smoke a bit of weed and unwind, plus Connie had to lie low, especially with more police out on the streets now that Y/N’s father wanted to get rid of Connie for good. Little did he know that Connie was lying low at his own house.
Y/N felt bad for keeping him there, but she didn’t want him to leave. The house was too big for her to be alone, and since Connie liked being with her, why sit in an empty house by herself? Especially when her father is never home anyway.
Looney Tunes drowned in the background as Y/N took another drag from the blunt she and Connie shared. This was the second blunt? Y/N and Connie on the living room sofa. Looney Tunes wasn’t even Y/N’s idea; it was Connie’s; he loved Looney Tunes.
Connie looked over at Y/N with his low red eyes, covered by his long natural lashes, a low smirk hanging on his face as he watched Y/N finish the blunt, slightly coughing. Y/N can hear Connie’s light chuckle as she rolls her eyes.
“It’s not funny.” Y/N tossed the rest of it in the trash and dumped the little specks left on the ashtray, as she looked back at Connie, seeing him shrug.
“You know I love you, right?” Connie side-eyed Y/N as she sat with her legs crossed, looking at the TV.
“Connie, not right now.” Y/N rolled her eyes. Y/N has been feeling some way about Connie for some time. She felt like she was this month’s favorite, and once the pretty boy gets bored, he’ll move on to the next girl that gives him the time of day.
Connie pulled Y/N closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulder while smirking.
Y/N can smell Connie’s expensive cologne mixed with the weed. Y/N's stomach started to toss and turn. No other guy could make her feel the way Connie made her feel in any way.
“Look at me.” Y/N looked up at Connie as he put his finger under her chin, pulling Y/N into a passionate kiss. Connie moved his hand from her chin to around her neck to pull her closer. Their lips were perfectly in sync, with the right pacing, and the right rhythm.
Connie slipped his tongue into Y/N’s mouth, making a soft whimper come out as the pace of their kiss got faster, deeper, and rougher. Y/N felt like her whole body was on fire, and her hair under the bonnet felt like it was going to sweat out from the intensity of just kissing.
Connie took his hand from her neck, slowly moving it down her thigh, closer to the area of her core. Y/N opened her eyes as she watched his tattooed hand pull her shorts down, helping by wiggling out of them. She can feel Connie’s lip curl into a smirk as he starts rubbing her clit through her panties, making Y/N close her legs slightly from the sudden pressure from his fingers.
Connie used his middle and ring fingers and plunged into Y/N’s heated cunt. The sudden impact caused Y/N to bite his bottom lip while hearing Connie groan. Y/N could feel his boner against her back, but she couldn’t focus because his fingers were roughly going in and out of her soaking cunt, while he used his thumb to stimulate her clit.
Y/N couldn’t take the tongue kissing and the fingering; she thought she would come any second because her head felt so foggy from the two blunts she had. Y/N's arousal dripped from her wet pussy as she grabbed onto Connie’s hand, threw her head back onto Connie’s shoulder, and broke away from the heated kiss, feeling herself getting closer and closer by the second.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, mm gonna come, Connie!” Y/N sobbed and choked back on her moans. She felt the knot in her stomach drop like a ball on New Year’s Day.
“Come on, pretty girl, be a good girl, and come for me; don’t be shy, ” Connie whispered in her ear as he put more pressure on her clit. After a few more thrusts from his fingers, Y/N was coming on his fingers with a shaky whimper as she closed her legs around his hand and tried to catch her breath. Connie placed wet kisses along her neck and took his fingers out of her pussy.
Licking the leftover residue off his fingers with his low, red eyes while smirking at Y/N. Y/N felt so embarrassed, but deep down she knew she needed it.
“Undo my belt, baby,” Connie whispered in Y/N’s ear while turning her around, while still trying to catch her breath.
Y/N undoing Connie’s Prada belt as she couldn’t take her eyes off his boner, Connie rested both of his arms on the couch as he watched her undo his pants. Pulling his boxers down as his cock sprung out, with a bit of pre-cum leaking out the tip while he groaned with relief.
“Fuck, you want this?” Y/N nodded as Connie pulled Y/N into another kiss, while Y/N slowly stroked his dick as his breathing got heavier. Connie's hands grabbed Y/N’s waist, picking her up and slowly pushing his tip inside her and the rest of his girth as he groaned against Y/N's lips as Y/N wrapped her arms around Connie’s neck.
Connie didn’t move his hips until Y/N signaled that he could move. Y/N looked Connie deep into his eyes and started to move on her own, making Connie hiss from the way her walls clenched around him, taking him deeper. Y/N can hear Connie’s deep moans as she starts to balance herself on her feet while moving faster.
Connie grabbed the flesh of her ass while slapping it hard, making Y/N lose her pacing and focus from the sharp pain and pleasure of him slapping her ass. Y/N felt her legs getting tired, but she didn't want to stop until Connie spread his legs wider while grabbing her waist and fucking her from under, making her moan louder.
Y/N could feel Connie in her stomach; she felt herself on the verge of coming again. Y/N was digging her nails in her own arms as she moaned in Connie’s ear while clenching around him so much more. Y/N’s head got foggier as Connie fucked her stupid. Connie’s thrust was rough and aggressive.
“Fuck, please,” Y/N moaned as she felt her eyes roll back so far she could possibly see her own brain stem.
“Please what? You wanna come, hm?” Connie chuckled as he started thrusting harder and faster, making her choke back on her own scream. Tears spewed out from Y/N as she felt her toes curl, her head cloudy, and her chest burning.
“Gonna come, fuck Connie, don’t stop!” Y/N cried out while her tears stained Connie’s wife-beater.
After two more thrusts, Connie came with a half-sobbed whimper as he chased his own high, coming right after her with a low grunt. His come painted Y/N’s walls white as they both tried to catch their breath.
Y/N and Connie lay there while catching their breath.
“What time does CVS close?” Connie says this while Y/N weakly punches him in the chest.
“Come on, let’s go, and we’ll get you something to eat on the way back,” Connie said, picking Y/N up and putting himself back into his boxers while taking her to the bathroom.
a/n: THANK YOU for this request, I had fun making it. this is also heavily inspired by Nana (Nana and Ren’s relationship) i fucking love that anime. also, don’t bully me for the corny band name🤭
Rockstar!Sanzu who after a show crashes into the couch in his tour bus, lighting a small cigarette from his favourite brand, the one you put him on. With the overwhelming life whilst on tour, all he wants is to get back home to you. He loves his band, B0N10, and his fans, but nothing compares to you.
Rockstar!Sanzu that laughs when you become pissy about all the bras and panties thrown on stage. You swear you don’t care but him cackling at you makes you break out.
“Don’t laugh! It’s not funny.” You throw a pillow at him, scowling when he catches it with ease. Sanzu would plead and beg for you to forgive him but your cute face getting all furious humours him. He stands and walks over to you, holding your hands.
“Haru-” “Baby, I’m sorry I’m just so irresistible that they throw their underwear at me. Y’know what I think it is? The tongue piercing.” Before you walk away, Sanzu pulls you back, smirking at you. “If anything, they’re complimenting your good taste in men.”
“I would be flattered if they didn’t send letters to our apartment with their phone numbers, in hope that you’d call them.”
Rockstar!Sanzu that makes sure you’re safe when you guys are swarmed with paparazzi. He makes sure your hand is always intertwined with his and always leads you to the car.
“Sanzu, Is it true Y/N is pregnant?!”
“Y/N, does it make you feel worried that Sanzu’s bandmates often go clubbing with women?”
“Y/N, there are pictures of Sanzu meeting up with a girl outside a hotel, any comments about-”
Now, both of you know that those pictures were a hoax and probably made by a stupid journalist company. How? He’s was literally with you the night when those pictures went viral. And why would Sanzu cheat on you? He adores you.
But, he had enough and punched the reporter across the face. The rest of them gasped and cameras flashed rapidly, catching the sight of a shocked Y/N, a reporter on the ground and Sanzu with bloody knuckles.
After you finally make it in your car, Sanzu grumbles a quiet four letter word and begins to drive. “Zu, you didn’t have to do that…”
He shakes his head, “Can’t let these pricks embarrass you like that. And, I’m tired of these stupid fucking lies! I’d never.”
You stroke the back of his hand, sighing deeply, “I know, baby, I know.”
“Management’s gonna be up my ass about this shit.”
Rockstar!Sanzu who has you whimpering on your back after one of his sold out shows. You remember seeing him pour a bottle of water all over himself on stage, causing everyone to see the perfect outline of his abs. Right then, you wished he fucked you right on that stage.
Although not a stage, the hotel room sufficed. Your legs are wrapped around his waist as he bucks his hips into yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. With every stroke, your moans grow louder as you get closer and closer to your climax. Sanzu is hungry on your neck, kissing and biting every inch of it, leaving no untouched space.
“You’re fucking tight, Y/N…” He grunts beside your ear. “Ya gonna let me cum inside you, hm?”
You’re too fucked out to form coherent words so you nod as he quickens his pace. Sanzu smirks at the black of your mascara running down your face, wiping your tears as he moans out a, “I’m fucking close, baby!”
You both cum together, but Sanzu doesn’t stop the rocking of his hips just yet. He continues until he feels like he’s done, and by done I mean on the verge of passing out. He collapses next to your body, pink hair sticking on to his sweaty forehead.
“You’re so pretty, Y/N..” He whispers as your eyes flutter close. You hear him moving around, preparing to clean you up. But, just then, you feel him lean close to your ear and whisper, “The prettiest..”
Rockstar!Sanzu who uses your moans in one of his songs on the album. It’s funny seeing his agency looking confused on where Sanzu obtained that recording. His bandmates look at you, chuckling as they remember the sleepless nights they had on tour due to you and Sanzu being in the next room. “I dunno, boss. I got it from a porn site.” He says, smirking at you.
Rockstar!Sanzu who even with your constant reminders, is still insecure. This isn’t an ideal life for anyone, especially when you’re dating a superstar. He wonders if there’s someone else, an escape from his life and a taste of normality. In response, he’d drink hours on end, trying to ignore those thoughts but they’d only remind him more. With the constant failure of trying to start a relationship with his family, you’re the one thing that has always been there. And hell if he loses you to some idiot who doesn’t know you like he does.
“Open the door, Haru.” You sit down, outside the door of the bathroom. In concern, his bandmates called you, explaining what had been going on and with no hesitation, you took the first flight down. “It’s me.”
He cradles his head in his hands as he reminds himself to confront his bandmates about this later. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“I’ve seen you drunk, high, happy, sad - you think I care?” You chuckled. He takes one deep breath before opening the door, facing you.
You smile up at him and he frowns at you with his tear stricken face. “Hey, gorgeous.” You bring your hand to stroke at his cheek and he leans into it. “I missed you.”
“I’ve missed you more than anything.”
You give him a second to take some deep breaths before speaking again, “Let’s talk, babe.”
Rockstar!Sanzu who dedicates songs to you when he knows you’re in the crowd. He doesn’t know exactly what seat your in, but he knows you’re there. And knowing that his favourite girl is in that crowd makes him happy.
“I don’t like getting sentimental. Especially in front of a sold out crowd!” Sanzu laughs into the mic as the sea of fans erupted. “But a very special person is here tonight and she deserves everyone to know that I love her.”
A swarm of ‘awws’ emits from the crowd as Sanzu’s cheeks get just as pink as his hair. “I won’t embarrass myself any longer but I love you, baby. I love you.”
And maybe you’ll get a bunch of crazy fangirls and boys tweeting everything under the sun to you or maybe you’ll be harassed by paparazzi whilst eating a gourmet meal, but as long as you’re doing it with your rockstar boyfriend, you don’t really mind.
synopsis. when sanzu doesn't take you breaking up with him seriously.
content. mentions of murder (bonten antics), pills, sex under the influence, sanzu being in denial, clingly obsessive haruchiyo, toxic relationship, sanzu broke into your house, so implied stalking ig? no violence though
authors note. IM BACK BITCHES (kinda sorta idk) i know i promised to post like days ago but things happened so..........yeah my fault my fault
“This is me,” you said with a small smile to your date. The uber driver stopped outside your house as you dug through your bag for your keys.
“I had fun today,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. His warm brown eyes stared at yours as you fought back the urge to kiss him. It’s late, the sun set long ago, the black sky littered with stars and the mood was just perfect. If there was another moment to kiss him it was now.
As if he was thinking the same, his eyes dropped down to your lips as his tongue darted out to wet his own. You leaned forward first, closing what little gap was left between both your bodies and you kissed him, slow and sweet.
The driver watched the slow kiss through the mirror and frowned. “How adorable. But you need to leave my car. I have other stops to make.”
The two of you pulled away, having forgotten your surroundings and you cleared your throat, bidding goodbye to your date and the driver and slid out of the car. When you looked back at the car, he had his hands in a phone gesture and mouthed Call me , making you giggle as the car drove off. You bit back on a shit-eating grin as you made your way up to your door. If it wasn’t for the love struck haze in your mind, you would’ve noticed how weird it was that your door was already unlocked.
Stepping inside your house, you flicked on the light, humming to yourself as you kicked off your shoes. You grabbed a sorry snack from the fridge and began to dig into it as you thought back to your day. This was the fifth date your friends set you up on this week alone. Each of them were exhausting and boring; the men mediocre at best, only talking about themselves the entire time and rarely asking you questions about yourself, your job or your life.
Today however, exceeded all your expectations. Not only was he nurturing, kind, and caring, he also paid for all your things despite telling him you could afford it, listened to you talking about your life and remembered bits and pieces to bring up later. It shocked you when he remembered a short joke you made earlier and even brought it up later causing you to break out into laughter.
Despite being the lovely person he was, there was still something missing. Compared to your ex boyfriend who quite frankly was crazy. You shook your head, refusing to think about Haruchiyo right now when you’re trying to move on.
With a sigh, you walked over to your living room with the intent to watch some TV, and yelp when you see Haruchiyo reclining on your couch like he lives here. Like you didn’t break up with him last week. He even had the audacity to put his filthy shoes on your furniture just because he can.
“Get out.”
He looked away from the TV and over to you. With the darkness in the living room, his face looked even more haunting as the TV screen lit up half of his face, his mouth stretched into a chilling smile that sent shivers down your spine. If you had something other than a teaspoon in your hands right now you would’ve dashed it at him.
“But you just got here…” he said with a frown.
“And you need to leave. Right now. B—before I call—”
“Call who? The police? You know Bonten basically controls them, right?” He leaned back against the couch, stretching his long arms out and smirked at you. “I practically own them. They worship me baby.”
You rolled your eyes. “Fine. I won’t call the police. But you need to get out.”
His eyes crinkled as he smiled, all teeth at you. “Nice to see you too.”
You felt like you had 400 pound shackles on your feet with how heavy your footsteps were, but you stopped in front of the couch. “Why are you here?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Can I not see you? Check up on you?” The fact he looked genuinely confused made you want to rip your hair out.
“You have a phone. I have a phone.”
“You blocked me,” he cut you off, narrowing his eyes.
You crossed your arms over your chest, fighting back a scoff. “Take the hint.” You leaned closer to his face, hoping the closeness would make your words actually enter his ears not float past him. “We. Broke. Up. I do not love you anymore.”
Haruchiyo hummed, stroking his chin, looking up at the ceiling. “No…No I don’t recall us breaking up.” He looked back down and smiled playfully when he watched your serious face fall. “I remember you telling me to fuck off and die though. That’s what you told me.” He shrugged. “Nothing about breaking up though.”
“Huh?” You blinked at him, hands clenched to your side. “It’s common sense!” You took a deep breath, stepping away from him to pace around your living room, all the while he just leaned forward, grabbed the snack you dropped on the table and began to eat it.
“You know what. Fine.” You crossed the room once more, stopping in front of him. “I want to break up.”
He shook his head taking a bite of the Oreo. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do. I want to break up.” You meant every single word and you noted the exact moment he realised you weren’t playing around. His mouth fell into a flat line and his eyebrows creased as he frowned.
“You don’t mean that,” he repeated, standing from the couch. You took a step back when he kept walking towards you until you hit the wall. His eyes flashed dangerously as he glared down at you. “Take it back.”
“No,” you spat back, holding your ground. Deep down you knew it wasn’t right for you to be provoking him like this, not with a track record like his. But you were sick of being submissive. “I—I mean every word.” You had to force the words out, hoping with each passing the weakness inside you left with it.
But the second you stuttered it all went to fail.
His smile only grew. “That so?”
“I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
“Why’s that?” He pouted, his whole demeanour condescending as he brushed his hand over your cheek. The faint tingle of his fingers brushing along your skin had your lip trembling, fighting the urge to flinch away from his touch. He’s so scary. “C’mon, tell me why? What did I do?”
You swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “You’re dangerous, Haru.”
He snickered a little. “Common knowledge, sweetheart.” He moved his hand down to your chin, fighting your face up to his eyeline. “What else?”
From the corner of your eye, you can’t miss the tattoo on his forearm. The permenant, constant reminder that Haruchiyo will always be who he is. When you first saw the tattoo, you let ignorance consume you, thinking he just liked the design, but now you know the true meaning behind Bonten and their motives, you know Haruchiyo’s job excuting people he thinks are traitors. The fact when you asked for his body count and he only shrugged made you want to puke. You can’t look at the tattoo the same anymore, neither can you look at him the same.
“You kill people.”
“So?”
“So?” You blinked uselessly at him. “Are you serious? Y—you can’t just kill people Sanzu! It’s—”
“It’s Haru to you.” He had the audacity to roll his eyes but at least he removed his hand from your face. “Don’t tell me you forgot?”
You crossed your arms together and shook your head. “No. Not anymore.”
His lips twitched up into a smile, the corners of his scars following suit. Those same scars you used to kiss every night and tell him they’re beautiful and unique do nothing but scare you even more. “Do you remember what you used to say to me?” he started, slowly tilting your head to the side by your chin.
“I used to say a lot of things.” You swallowed harshly, hoping he doesn’t feel the tremble of your jaw.
“You said that you love me,” he muttered, distracted by your lips and how sexy they looked under your ceiling light, “that you cared about me…swore that you’d never leave me—”
The memories of each moment fill your mind, the images of kissing him goodbye, squeezing him tight and begging him to stay before he could leave, pouting when he told you he couldn’t stay the night because he had “work to do”.
Vaguely, you wonder that if you knew what ‘work’ consisted of, would you have let him stay the night?
“That was before…”
“Before what?” He looked at you confused, intrigued.
You took a deep breath, swallowing your emotions down. “Before you lied to me about who you were and what you did!” Your voice got higher the more you spoke, and you hated the way you sounded and the way tears fell down your face. “I fell in love with the guy before I figured out who you were. You’re a fucking murderer and I don’t love you.”
The silence was deafening, filled with nothing but the dull sound of your AC, the water from the tap dripping slowly into the sink, and the sound of your heavy breathing as you tried to calm yourself down.
He backed away and started laughing. It was a low chuckle that slowly erupted into something more, a full fit of laughter and you couldn’t help but feel so small, like the punchline of some unknown joke.
“What’s—what’s so funny?”
He can’t stop laughing, even after he slapped a hand over his mouth to conceal it. “Nothing—nothing. It’s just—fuck. You’re so dumb.”
“I—” You blinked at him.
“You knew exactly what you were getting into when you dated me. You’re not fooling anybody with this act of yours. You like the thrill, don’t you? You had this mindset that you thought you could change me, right? That’s what this is about?”
“I didn’t— No. I di—”
“No,” he cut you off, standing in front of you again. He placed his hand on your waist and tugged you closer. “You did. You just don’t want to accept the truth.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you fought back a whimper when you felt his lips by your ear, your legs turning weaker by the second when he whispered, “You can’t accept the fact you’re in love with someone like me.”
You inhaled sharply when he licked your earlobe. “I don’t love you.”
He hummed softly by your ear, and you hated how the sound calmed you. If it wasn’t for the fact your heart was beating so fast it might as well have jumped outside of your chest, you know you would’ve forgot about everything he did or made you feel and melted into his touch.
“Why don’t you love me?” His lips tickled your ears as he whispered, voice full of emotion and it almost pained you to spend another second with him this close to you. His face turned, his nose sliding against your cheek leaving a compellingly warm trail until he stopped by pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. It was far too short for your liking, but you couldn’t help but feel relieved when he pulled away, untrusting of your own body to have the strength to pull away yourself. “What did I ever do to you?”
“N—nothing…”
“So why do you hate me?” When you shook your head and tried to look down at the ground, he lifted your head up back to his.
“Stop it,” you grumbled, trying to shake out of his grip but froze when he pressed his forehead against yours. Green eyes peeked down at yours, and your stomach ached when you saw the heat in his eyes. “I don’t hate you Haru… I just—” You struggled to find the words for the sudden inner turmoil you were facing regarding your feelings. “I don’t know.”
“So you love me? Hm?” He nudged your face back to his when you looked distracted. “C’mon.”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do. You love me just like I love you. Look at me.” He gently shook you. You flicked your eyes up at him, shiny with your tears that had his thumb tingling to wipe it off, or lick it off. Either option has him satifised.
Licking your tears though will probably creep you out even more and it took him this long to calm you down, the last thing he’d want is to scare you off again. So he chose the latter, wiping your tears away as he shushed you.
“Shhhh, it’s okay. I got you.” You started to cry harder to the point he needed buckets to clear it all away. He pushed your head into his chest and you wrinkled his shirt with how hard you gripped it, and sobbed silently. “You’re getting my shirt wet, baby.”
“Shut up,” your voice was watery as you stifled a laugh, embracing him in a tight hug. The tears didn’t stop until he pulled your face away, holding you with one big hand on your cheek.
“Lemme make you feel better, baby.” He doted kisses along your cheeks. You shook your head and snifled.
“I can’t.”
“You can. Look at me.” There was a hint of demand in his voice that had you forcing yourself to meet his gaze. He licked his lips as he looked searchingly across your face. He was leaning forward and your eyes squeezed shut when he met your lips in a kiss.
His hand slid down to your back, pulling you towards him till your chests touched. Your arms ached with the need to hold him back, wrap his arms around him to embrace him the way you want him to.
“Haru, n—” He sloppily kissed you again, pushing you back against the wall.
You moaned into his mouth when he moved his hands to your ass, squeezing and holding it in a painful grip as his tongue devoured your mouth, licking along yours. He always kissed sloppily, loving nothing more than to pull away and watch the string of spit break. One of his hands moved upwards to carress your waist, squeezing gently as he slowly slid up your shirt, his fingers tickling your stomach moments later.
You broke the kiss to switch angles, holding him by the back of his neck, pressing your chest as close to his as possible in an unspoken request for him to go further. He lifted you off the floor and your legs wrapped around his waist.
Your mind was screaming at you for letting yourself slip between the cracks of Haru’s fingers again, but your body was aching, rolling with heat that only Haruchiyo could extinguish.
With that, he flopped you onto your bed, kneeling between your legs and started to unbutton his shirt. “I missed you so fucking much,” he said, throwing his shirt somewhere into the dark corner of your room.
You bit your tongue to stop yourself from saying it back.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, digging into his pants pocket for a baggie of MDMA pills. He placed one on your tongue, and slotted one on his, letting it dissolve on his tongue before leaning down to lick into your mouth. This was the level of sloppiness he’s craved, rolling his tongue against yours, sucking on it until you caved, running your hands along his chest until they reached his pants.
You hooked a finger into his belt loop, unbuckling the item and sliding it off him. He broke the kiss to look down at your hands as they disappeared into his pants, his mouth dropping open as you brushed his cock lightly. “F—fuck…”
“Feel good?” You whisper in his ear, tugging his earlobe between your teeth.
“Yeah,” he murmurred, leaning down to lay a littany of sloppy kisses down your neck and chest. You lifted your arms up and helped him remove your shirt before he was groping your chest.
His hands slid under your body and unfastened your bra, tossing it in the same direction he disposed of his shirt. “Never seen someone with better tits than yours, fuck.” He sat back and squeezed them together, enjoying the sight of his hands alone covering your whole breast. “You’re so sexy.”
His head lowered close enough until he latched onto a nipple, his tongue circled around it as he licked and sucked. Your chest stuttered in your chest as his warm mouth made you dizzy. “Haru.”
“Hm?” He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. “What’s wrong?”
The effects of the pill had your mind blanking and sensations intensifying. Every vein in your body was on full alert as you felt the raw jittery energy run through them. “Keep going.”
He grinned as he watched your trip start and began sucking down your stomach. Your hands bunched up his hair, unaware of the tight grip you possessed when his tongue stopped above your abdomen. He all but ripped your pants off, leaving your underwear on and continued his journey to your thighs.
“Haru, come on,” you whispered, impatient. You were just as hungry to see him between your legs as he was to eat you out.
“Fuck…you look really good…” he murmurs as he raked his eyes down your body, focused on the spread of your legs. He hooked his finger under your panties and tugged on it, your slick attaching to his finger and he licked his lips. “So wet already?”
“...shut up.”
He chuckled and began pulling your panties down. Two big palms spread your legs to make enough room for his face. His eyes sparkled with admiation like he’s eyeing the worlds holiest relic. The moonlight bouncing from the window only made your wet folds glisten, paired up with the way the drugs melted through his system made his mouth water. He got a little lost in the moment when he slides a finger through your folds, relishing in the hitched moan that left your moan.
How he missed that sound. How he missed your sounds.
Your little breathless ‘please’ was lost behind closed ears when he licked a long stripe on your cunt. A muffled slur of his name slipped from your mouth as he slowly ate you out, focusing on the way your wetness felt on his tongue. His lips latched onto your clit, sucking obscenly so that your back arched off the bed.
Drinking from you is so addictive and sweet he thinks he might cry if he has to pull away. He pulled you closer, your body being dragging along the sheets as he continued to devour you. The closer your body was, the more hungry he felt, and his nails dug into your numb thighs painfully.
His tongue lazily licked up and down at your clit until your legs were squeezing his head, shifting restlessly on the bed to get him away from you.
“H—haru, fuck fuck fuck,” you whimpered, pulling his hair aggressively as your body shook with pleasure.
“Not yet, baby. I’m not done,” he spoke into your pussy, moving back to your clit. “Wanna lick you dry, holy shit.”
“I can’t—” You whined, trying to push him off you. After a couple more scratching and tugging, he pulled away, the bottom half of his face soaked in your slick.
“If you can’t even handle my tongue, how can you handle my cock?” As if to prove his point, his cock was thick and hard in his boxers when he stood up, moving to kneel between your legs.
Watching Haruchiyo strip was like a holy rite, the way his dick sprung out from his boxers. Especially when he began palming his length, pushing more and more precum from the tip with each jerk. Your mouth watered as you sat up slowly to get on your knees, moving to the end of the bed where he stood.
You wrapped a hand around his cock, making his hips jerk forward when you began to lap at the bead of precum beading at the tip. He let out a faint moan at the way your lips suctioned around his cock, the warmth of your mouth making his head spin the lower you sunk down.
“Just like that…” he bit his lip drawing blood as you started to bob your head up and down. Your jaw ached from the stretch and it took everything in you not to choke, but you wanted to please him, so you endured it and took him as far in as you could.
The second your nose brushed his pelvis, his hand flew to the back of your head and held you down there, head thrown back, mouth flopped open as he let out puffy breaths with each passing second your throat convulsed around his cock.
He pulled you off and positioned you onto all fours, rubbing and smacking at a single cheek. “You know what you do to me?” He licked his lips, moving his cock between your thighs and began to slowly fuck them.
The heat of his cock plus the wetness between your legs made you slowly fuck back, face tucked between your arms. His cock is nestled perfectly between your thighs and to tempt him more, you squeeze your thighs together, fighting back a laugh when he groans.
“Oh, it’s like that huh?” He pulled out and you never felt more empty despite him not even fucking you yet. “You wanna keep that same attitude in five seconds?”
“Wha— fuck!” you moaned out, nails scratching the sheets when he sheathed himself inside you in one thrust. “Oh my god! F—fuck!” Your body bounced back against him as he held your hips, fucking into you like you’re a fuck toy, submissive and pliant.
He threw his head back, closing his eyes as your pussy squeezed and gushed around his cock. He fucked you till you’re stuffed, your walls dragging along his cock with every thrust.
“You feel so fucking good,” he mumbles, voice borderline shaking. He stopped moving and spanked you again, making you jolt. “Fuck back onto it.”
“N—no,” you managed to stutter out, still keeping your stubborn demeanour.
“No?” His thrusts came to a stop.
“Don’t stop.” You frowned, straining your weak muscles to look behind you, but he shoved your face back into the sheets.
He bent forward until his back was flush against yours, and spoke into your ear. “I said fuck back onto it.” He dug his hands into your hair and lifted you up. “You gonna do as I say?”
“Y—yes.” He let go of your hair and moved back and watched with wild eyes as you slowly pushed off his cock and back down. “O—oh my god,” you moaned out, digging your face back into the sheets as you continued fucking yourself on his cock. Every now and then he’d slap your ass and groan into your ear, all sinful and low enough to spur you on and go crazy on his cock even more.
Sanzu practically felt your whole body go numb as you silently screamed into the sheets as your body trembled. Your orgasm was intense and he snapped his hips forward, making your silent scream a yelp as he pinned you back down to the bed, fucking into you with the intent of cumming inside you. You could feel his hips stutter and after a couple seconds, he slammed once more then there was a wet squelch and a moan followed by heavy panting.
He pulled out and sat back, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Your body was stiff and limp and the lack of energy made it hard for you to move. After a couple seconds, you heard him slide off the bed and begin looking around your room for his clothes. In the time it took him to change back into his clothes, you managed to lift yourself enough to roll over onto your back.
After fixing his belt, he pulled out his phone and read a message from Mikey before putting it back into his pocket. “I gotta go. Got more business to take care of.” He winked at you, taunting you now that you know the meaning behind his ‘business’ and swiftly shut the door behind him.
Kei. KEI! Plz you gotta do something like “oh, you thought you was leaving me baby girl?” EXCEPT RINDOU and ROUGH😭 that’s how he is in my head RN
❤︎ — oral, unprotected sex, MDNI
You’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve reached because Rindou been lapping on your pussy for hours on end. His warm tongue going up and down your slit, sucking on your sensitive and swollen clit. Your moans and whimpers are music to his ears and don’t try to push his head away either.. it’s futile because Rindou will not stop until he’s good and ready.
But finally, Rindou lifts his head up. Chin smeared in your slick.. “you really thought you were leaving me, baby girl?” He kisses your inner thighs that’s slightly trembling. You shook your head as he continued to kiss on your inner thigh.
Rindou then raises up from your thighs and up on his knees; cock in hand, fisting it. “I’m going to show you who the fuck you belong to.” His voice is raspy and deep, seductive eyes staring down upon your trembling figure like an hungry animal getting ready to eat its prey. He align his cock at you entrance, running his tip through your slit then slapping his thick hard cock on top of your pussy. He groaned as he teased you, repeating the process then finally sinking into your cunt and drawing a sob out of you.
He got ahold of your waist and without much warning, his hips slammed into yours. Your tits bounced as his pace increased and your moans grew louder. “Rinnn— fuck, too much! too much!” You cried, but it all went on death ears. His heavy balls slapping your ass as he pounded into you.
Rindou suddenly slowed his pace down, giving you the slowest and deepest strokes. “Oh— my god, Rin, you’re gonna make me cum! Shit, I’m cummin’!” “Yeah? Then cum on my cock, baby. Cum all on it.” And it snapped. You let go and released on Rindou’s cock.
Rindou’s high soon came after and he pumped you good and full with his cum. “Fuuuck.” He slowly pulled out of you, semen pouring out of your cunt. “Now.. do you understand who you belong to?”
Zeke had let you sleep in the next morning. Maybe treating you like a family member would make the press drop the really weird rumors about him. However, that kindness wouldn't be extended to the contestants. Zeke had them up at seven in the morning in the kitchen so that they had the agenda for the day.
"Connie, you have Paradis’ heart. So, therefore you have immunity from being eliminated. Eren, surprisingly, Y/N was most impressed by you." They share a knowing look. "Now this doesn't mean you two are on top of the world. You're current statuses can't hide whatever buffoonery you have deep inside," Zeke explained.
"The rest of you are going on group dates. Colt, Porco, Connie, and Jean, you're taking a test today and, of course, Y/N and a surprise guest will be grading your abilities. Oyankopon, Reiner, and Armin, you're artistic abilities will be shown off and judged. Remember that you're here for her and not on some bullshit."
You picked Connie for a solo date. You spoke to him some more last night and he was the first to really make you laugh. Being the current Bachelorette had its perks. You told Zeke about your time at Disneyworld and you loved the Tower of Terror ride. He said he'd pull some strings and see if he could get it for your first solo date. Thinking back on your wish, you knew it'd be perfect for Connie.
You took your time getting ready and by eleven you were ready. On your day to your ride, you said good morning to whoever you came across. As you got closer and closer to your vehicle, you felt yourself getting more and more excited. Connie would make this date so fun.
You open the backseat and you don't see Connie. Eren is sitting where he's supposed to be sitting. "Eren?" Eren gives you a small smile. "Y/N. You look beautiful. How did you sleep?" "Eren, I'm so sorry but I didn't pick you for this date. There must have been a mistake." You turn around to see if you could find Zeke, who is already behind you. "Hey, Zeke, I thought I told you that Con-"
"Oh, Connie! I told him you picked him but he wasn't too interested in the horror idea or even a solo date at the moment. So I took it upon myself to get you another date as soon as possible, hence Eren." Zeke nods towards Eren, who is quietly watching. "Did Connie really say all that...? I just thought that from our conversation-"
"I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N but just because Disney is the most magical place on Earth doesn't mean they have magic time," Zeke says. He turns you around and gives you a slight push towards the car.
"So, what are you into?" For the past twenty minutes, Eren had been trying to get to know you. Normally you were like Pandora's box but Eren didn't know how to spark interest. His introduction the night before wasn't very romantic...or warm and fuzzy. So, it really threw you off.
You didn't answer his question fast enough for his liking, so Eren starts talking again. "Look, Y/N, I'm trying to make this work. I'm sorry that it's me on the date with you and not Connie. But I'm begging you to work with me here. I didn't know this would happen. You think I'm not equally as hurt?" he blurts. You roll your eyes at him. "My only problem with you is your hot and coldness. Are you here for me or are you here to play with my ass?" "In what way?" You huff and a small smirk crawls onto Eren's face.
The line continues to move forward and you're finally about to get on the ride. As you take your seats, Eren tries to be cute and help you with your seatbelt but you swat his hand away because what the hell? Once you're buckled, the doors of the haunted elevators close. It begins to arise and you can feel Eren's eyes on you. You try to pay attention to the presentation of the ride but Eren's dumb-green-eyed-ass won't stop staring. "What the hell is your problem?" you whisper. "Look, I'm starting to think you're getting the wrong idea of me or something," Eren says, "I really like you-" "I haven't even said anything-" "Right but you're like avoiding me in a way and- FUCK!"
The elevator suddenly drops and Eren grabs your hand and holds on for his life. The elevator continued to go up, down, and shake before eventually it eventually stopped and opened. You now had a view of the entire park. Eren lets out a sigh of relief before the lights flash and the elevator drops. He lets out a scream you had never heard before.
The ride ends and Eren looks like he's been through hell. You help him out of the elevator and continue to hold his arm as you leave the park. "Are you alright?" you ask before chuckling. He glares at you before continuing to walk quietly. You both exit the park and make your way to the vehicle waiting for you. "For the record, Zeke hears nothing." There's a slight panic on his face. "I mean, no one hears anything about this!" You pat his arm before replying, "As if the entirety of Paradis won't be watching this episode."
So to be clear, being a husband doesn't automatically mean that you're a dad. But on Zeke's terms, there had to be some sort of baby and "public humiliation" involved.
After your date with Eren, you changed into something more fancy but comfortable and you were later transported to the next venue for the first group date of the season. The venue was another large luxurious house. You entered to see the four individuals competing today, strapped with a baby carrier and a fake baby inside of it. They all stopped whatever conversation they were having to say hello. You hear someone next to you clear their throat. You turn to look and it's Zeke. "I've already explained this to the boys; they all have a baby as you can see. They're here to bring intensity to the assignment they've been given. Hitch is running late but she should be here in a few. Your job is to observe how they handle these tasks," he explains.
You wanted to speak with Connie first before anyone. Why would he give up a date with you? Did you do something in the past 24 hours? Zeke sent everyone off to their tasks and you followed behind Connie. "Connie, can I talk to you?" He turns around and gives you a big smile. "Yeah, what's up?" He places his hands over the baby carrier. "Zeke told me you rejected my first impression rose. Care to tell me about your decision?" You tried your best to not sound agitated. Connie cocked his head to the side. "You must be mistaken; I got the Paradis' Favorite Rose and I believe Eren got the First Impression Rose."
"I picked you." You and Connie stare at each other for a moment. The realization unfolds on both of your faces. "I'll leave you to your task, Connie. Matter of fact, don't even do anything. You're immune from eliminations anyways." You turn on your foot to collect your thoughts. There's no way Zeke decided to go out of his way to screw around with your choices. You needed to talk to him, but not now.
You decided to visit Colt. You never really checked on him after Floch started spewing propaganda about Marley and Paradis. You checked a few rooms to find where he was located. You heard some laughter and went towards it.
You're eyes widened when you finally saw Hitch, one of your lifelong friends. Colt was looking intensely at her and hanging onto every word coming out of her mouth. Hitch only stopped talking when she noticed you. She jumped on her feet excitedly, forgetting Colt, and made her way toward you with her arms out. "Y/N!" Hitch wraps her arms around you and squeezes you tightly. "Come on, let's catch up!" "But I-" Hitch pulls you into the hallway and you two walk down the hallway. “Eliminate him. First of all, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. Second, he immediately stopped the task to talk to me. As a husband, wouldn’t he put at least most of his focus on the task at hand? He’s too easy.”
Hitch (and Pieck) were here to make the process easier. Since the last season of The Bachelorette, rules about buddies have been tighter since the “friends” of the first bachelorette were screwing the contestants behind their backs.
“I guess you’re right. Based on your judgment, who should I talk to next? I spoke with Connie already. I’ll give you the scoop on that later.”
“There’s something off about Porco. I suggest you see for yourself and decide. Jean seems to have green flags all around, so save the best for last.”
After catching up for a little bit, you took Hitch’s advice and visited Porco. His task was to clean up a playroom. You were impressed at first until you realized he wasn’t using the Clorox wipes to clean the toys and surfaces. When you called him out, he claimed “I didn’t know I needed them”. You ended up leaving to finally speak to Jean.
Jean was in the kitchen. In between working on the meal, he stops to give the fake baby a little shake to stop any crying. “Are you supposed to shake the baby like that?” you ask. Jean snaps around when he realizes you’re there. “Oh-! Yeah, Zeke said that shaking them will help with crying.” He looks down at the baby. “They’re nothing like those life class babies where you feed them and everything. Zeke wants a reason to make us break.”
Sounds like something he’d definitely do, considering the whole thing with Connie. “What are you up to?” you ask. “What exactly are you making? Or attempting to.” Jean let’s put a dry laugh. “I feel like in this case, fried rice would be easiest to make. I’d love to recreate my mom’s recipe with what I have…which isn’t a lot.” You look over at the counter to see some cracked eggs, seasonings, and oil. “Would you like me to take the baby?” Jean’s eyes say “yes please” and you take the baby from the carrier.
“Do you want kids?” You give Jean a minute since he’s trying his best to fix the fried rice since the baby took away his cooking time. “I like kids. I just don’t know about having my own. My dad isn’t in my life and my mom always worked so I really don’t know how I would be able to connect with my own. I’m afraid that I’ll be too distant or irritable,” Jean answers honestly.
“If it makes you feel better, I’m not looking to have some immediately after the show. We could always take our time and explore our options.” This wasn’t just a thing for Jean but for all the contestants. You were meaning to talk about this with everyone else throughout the competition.
Jean gives you a small smile before finishing up the food. “I’m not expecting you to eat this since it isn’t too perfect.”
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