cw/notes: angst,, falling out of love,, shoyo falls in love with another person while ygs are together (sorry),, named after (but not entirely based off) the beabadoobee song! || wc: 1k
your alarm clock blared, waking you up in... arguably, the worst possible way. it was a saturday, and you had the early shift at work. you begrudgingly got up, shoving your comforter aside. you pause in front of your mirror, taking in how disheveled you looked; your eyes were puffy and a tinge pink, and your hair was messed up. the events of last night all rushed back to your head as you looked at yourself.
last night...
honestly, it was a blur for you. you had gotten home around midnight from your flight, and you bawled your eyes out after you crashed into your bed. looking back on the months leading up to the break up... was it even clear that shoyo loved you?
he was distant, pulling himself away from physical affections and sweet words. after a while, all of the love filled words that you had for him died on your lips, never meeting his ears. shoyo probably wouldn't have any response to them anyway, so why would you say them?
"what are you looking at?" you'd asked him one day, peering over at his phone. you see an instagram profile- someone going by the name eden. there's a little brazilian flag in her bio, and she's your age. you don't tell him you were able to see that, though.
he looks up at you, a faint smile on his face from whatever he was looking at on his phone. he subtly pulls his phone away, replying, "nothing, just an instagram story."
how vague.
the same day, as you walk by him, you notice shoyo dming back and forth with eden. you'd guessed that he had just made a friend.
that night, at dinner, it was awfully quiet. shoyo ended up breaking the silence though, rather excited at that.
"hey, i met this girl on instagram. she lives in brazil! isn't that cool?"
so you saw the right thing.
"hmm? brazil? that's cool," you reply. "are you gonna be friends with her or something?"
he nods. "yeah, you know how there's a chance of me moving there for volleyball and all that, right? she's gonna teach me portuguese, and she'll show me around if i end up moving there."
your stomach churns at the reminder of that prospect. brazil is so far away from here.
then, another memory passes through your mind; it occurred shortly after that last memory.
"hello? oh, hey! it's so nice to finally talk to you!" you hear shoyo say excitedly. the lilt of his voice makes you turn to look at him and raise an eyebrow.
"who're you talking to?" you ask.
he doesn't answer you at first, listening to her voice on the other end of the line. then, he turns his head and mouthes to you 'eden.'
you have a visceral reaction, furrowing your eyebrows. it's weird that he's calling her. probably doesn't mean anything though.
...and here you are now. how stupid. how could you possibly think that it meant nothing? all the texting back and forth, midday calls, everything. what on earth were you thinking?
you blow air into your cheeks, zoned out as you stare at the mirror. it's been 10 minutes since you started recalling memories from last night and months before. damn mind. your eyes were watery with regret. with bubbling frustration, you harshly wipe the tears away from your face and grab your phone.
something must have possessed you that morning, because you immediately removed eden and shoyo's contacts from your phone, along with your socials. then, you called your boss. the line rings for 5 seconds, stalling. for a moment, you hope they won't answer and hear your wobbly, hoarse voice.
a click is heard, and it's followed with a short sigh. "hi, do you need something?"
you run and hand through your hair and shake your head absentmindedly, forgetting that they can't see you. you clear your throat, trying to sound as okay as possible. "no, i just wanted to call and let you know i won't be able to do the morning shift. i'm not feeling well. could i switch with someone and do the afternoon?"
there's a brief pause as your boss contemplates this. "...yeah, sure. feel better soon."
"great, thanks." click.
after the phone call ended, you slumped back onto your bed, tossing your phone to the foot of it. you felt awful. everything ached. the television, which you forgot to turn off last night, continued to drone on in the background. last night, you remembered it being the first season of fruits basket; god knows what episode. now, it was on season 2 episode 8.
irritably, you grab the remote and turn off the tv, tossing the controller to the foot of your bed as well. with a final sigh, you lay back in bed, burying yourself in your blankets.
you ended up laying in bed until about 30 minutes until your shift. you threw yourself into the shower, despite how unprepared you felt. it's not like you could bail on work.
the shift felt awfully long, too. customers were irritating, coworkers were rude, and everything seemed much too loud and bright. your bets were on shoyo and eden being home together and cooking dinner. they just wouldn't leave your mind, no matter how hard you tried.
about two hours into the shift, you get a message from the area code 11. that's são paulo. probably shoyo or eden. without looking over the message, you block the phone number. the frustration just kept bubbling up.
how could you be so stupid? naïve enough to believe that shoyo was really just becoming friends with eden?
in your mind, it was your fault you ended up getting hurt so bad. you were more upset with yourself, and you didn't really get why.
you just wanted to go to sleep. for a long, long time. until it stopped hurting. until you were no longer mad, whether at yourself or them.
not that you would be able to, anyway. this was progress right? it would take you a while to feel fully okay. but that's okay, too; you know that you'll be okay soon.
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part one!! reposting this for @verymuch777 xoxo
you took a deep breath in before turning the corner into jake’s marui, watching him expertly load his weapons made your thighs squeeze together in shame. you hadn’t had the gull to face him after the antics that occurred during supper a few nights ago — but a large part of you yearned for him so heavily that you forced yourself to visit him. you’d spent a decent amount of time trying to replicate the slither of pleasure that jake had given you, pathetically rutting against your nimble fingers after eclipse while picturing the former olo’eyktan above you. wishing it was him corrupting you senselessly.
a few moments passed before you spoke up, barely above a whisper. “hi, jake.”
your shaking voice made jake’s ear perk up with excitement, a devious smirk growing on his lips. he’d been patiently waiting for you to come running back, begging for him to act upon his promise. he placed his gun beneath the woven mat, soon turning to behold himself with your blushing face. “hey, pretty girl.” jake smiled, reviling in the way you squirmed from his mere compliment. “where’ve you been hidin’?”
“i’ve been busy, uh, with stuff.” you lied, anxiously playing with the hem of your sarong. you could barely keep eye contact with jake at this point — his presence alone sent shivers down your spine.
he hummed in response, clearly not believing a word you had said. you watched his tall frame waltz over to the other side of the pod, taking a seat on the carved bench. “m’sure you’ve been busy, kid.” jake’s tone was satirical, outwardly mocking your boldfaced lie. he patted the empty space on his lap, inviting you to take a seat. “c’mere, tell me whats ‘gotcha so busy.”
“i..i shouldn’t, i just. i just wanted to say hello.” you struggled to speak, words stacked upon each other as you tried to deny his request. you hadn’t even realised how flushed you’d become, your twiddling thumbs and stuttered speech proving to jake how wrapped you were around his finger.
“just for a minute, yeah? i’ve missed m’girl.” jake crooned.
you gave in, sheepishly walking over to him as his amber eyes followed you with amusement. you pondered for a moment, second-guessing your decision before silently perching yourself on jake’s thigh. your legs dangled on either side with your back pressed against his chest, even while seated — he still managed to dwarf you.
jake laid his chin on your shoulder, running his callous hands up and down your plush thighs as you relaxed into your position. “mm, feelin’ a little tense, huh?” he cooed into your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe. your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, purring like a kitten as jake massaged your soft skin. “gonna tell me where you’ve been lately?”
“i told you, i’ve been busy.”
“you’re a bad liar.” jake taunted, dipping his hands closer between your legs. his fingers danced across your inner thighs, purposefully avoiding the area you desperately wanted him to touch. the scent of your growing arousal filled jake senses, only furthering his desire to corrupt you. “bet you’ve been busy doin’ something else.”
your breath hitched as you felt his hand slide into your loincloth, large palm cupping your warm cunt. jake’s breath was hot on your skin, pressing wet kisses alongside the curve of your neck. “you’ve been playing with this pretty pussy, haven’t ‘ya?” you whimpered beneath him, covering your face in embarrassment.
jake laughed at your coyness, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your swelling clit. “anngh!” you squealed, biting hard onto your bottom lip as his thumb began to rub firm circles.
“knew you were.” he huffed, eyes darkening at the view of your screwed up expression. jake hadn’t been able to take his mind off you since the night, escaping into secluded areas to relieve himself whenever given the chance. he’d fantasise about you riding him, his large guiding your hips on top of him as you grind sensually on his pulsing cock. the fact that you were likely imagining him while touching yourself only heightened his mouth-watering neediness.
his long fingers explored your slick folds, collecting your nectar around his digits. “poor baby, bet you touched yourself thinkin’ of me.” jake plunged two fingers inside you, stretching your tight walls with a pleasurable sting. you couldn’t contain the lewd moans that escaped your throat, your mewls only growing stronger once he began to pump himself in and out slowly.
your head lulled back into jake’s shoulder, the feeling between your trembling legs made you see stars. “wishin’ i was there to fuck you, huh?” jake nipped at your earlobe, his other hand grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him. you could barely see him through your half-lidded eyes — the wave of overwhelming pleasure fogged your vision almost entirely. “tell me, doll.” jake grunted, increasing his devilish pace.
“yes!” you blabbered between moans, eyes rolling into the back of your head. the marui was filled with the erotic sound of your squelching cunt, mixed with the sinful cries of pleasure that left your pretty, little mouth. “never felt as good as this.” you admit coyly — your confession coming out as an embarrassed whisper.
jake grinned smugly at your words, relishing selfishly in the way he made you feel. “is that right?” he’d taunt, warm breath just above your flattened ear. “mm, all this jus’ fr’me, huh?” jake slapped your bundle of nerves, making you jolt in response. you drove him crazy, having you sat on his lap and making a complete mess right above his stiff cock was a fantasy come to life.
he was knuckle deep inside you, hitting your most sensitive spots that made your body jolt. he could feel your gummy walls clench around his pumping fingers, already sensing the growing orgasm he was coaxing out deliciously. “christ, kid.” jake chuckled, rubbing circles into your sensitive bud again. “gonna come already, huh?” the overstimulating sensation made you thrash beneath his grip, your thighs clamping shut.
your pitched moans were hushed by jake’s mouth, he swallowed the boundless pleasure into his throat with a sloppy kiss. you lazily parted your bitten lips, allowing his tongue to slip past. you felt almost filthy as you chased his passion, your wet lips moulding perfectly with his own. this moment was immoral — so awfully taboo. but your judgement was clouded by the butterflies that fluttered within your tummy, distracting you from the inevitable guilt you’d feel for giving in so easily to your temptations.
“jake, j-jake, fuck!” you squeal, an exhilarating rush of solace overtaking you. your legs began to shake as your climax came to a standpoint, about to consume you completely. your watery eyes fluttered close as you lost control of your body, nails digging into the rough skin of jake’s thigh.
jake smirked as his skilled hands worked on you, rings of salacious white circled around his fingers. “that’s it, hon.” he whispered, pumping his coated digits and curling them inside your stretched cunt. “make a mess fr’me.”
a warmth washes over you, all the tension had dissolved into a state of euphoria. a pool of slick dripped out from your swollen pussy, pouring decadently into jake’s lap just as instructed. your breath had been snatched away as you rested against jake’s chest, struggling to catch any form of air. you’d grown accustomed to the fullness of his fingers inside you, whining pathetically once they slid out of your entrance and into your mouth unexpectedly.
you were too hazy to debate, tiredly sucking your arousal off jake as he hummed in satisfaction. “good girl.” he admires, pulling his digits away and pressing his lips against yours once more. your taste fuelled both your senses, the sweetness shared between your gaping mouths as you kissed one another passionately.
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