Just Like You

just like you

pairing: ex!hyunjin x reader

genre: smut, angst, one-shot

wc: 3.7k

synopsis: you’re trying to move on from your toxic ex boyfriend when you run into him at the club—only to find out that he has a brand new girlfriend that looks just like you

warnings: toxic behavior, possessiveness, degrading language, cursing, jealousy, unprotected sex, oral sex, dom!hyunjin, idk it’s just messy and toxic lol

The lights are dim, a sultry red, the air is thick with lust. Intertwining figures and colliding bodies crowd your vision as you sip on your third drink of the night, the spirit inside the glass doing nothing to enhance yours.

You’re bored.

It’s Friday and you came to the club looking to get a little drunk and have a little fun. You deserve some after all, especially after Hyunjin. You swore to him that you’d be happier without him when you ended things. Maybe it was a lie at first, but you are determined to make it your reality. And for the most part, it was.

You are free to do as you please, free from the arguments, free from his jealousy. No longer suffocating from the tight grip that the relationship had around your throat. Now you can breathe.

A lot of guys gave you their attention, many much sweeter than him. You enjoyed their affections and frequently indulged in their tender care, but you quickly turned disinterested. Truthfully, you didn’t want sweet, you want fun.

You’re bored.

Staring out onto the dance floor as some sleazy guy chatted you up by the bar, you gaze aimlessly, trying to find anything that could distract from the buzzing in your ear. Some are dancing, some are kissing, touching, some are even crying. The venue is packed to the brim. It’s almost impossible to differentiate the faces that flood the room, but his was unmistakable.

You spot Hyunjin in the middle of the crowd. His hair is messy, eyes hooded, lips quirked, as cocky as ever. Beads of sweat adorn his skin, glistening under the lights. He’s dancing with a girl.

A girl that looks just like you.

It was as if he exchanged you for clone. As if he sought out your doppelgänger, a carbon copy to replace you. She was the same height, had the same hair, wore the same clothes. Everything was just like you.

But she wasn’t you, and Hyunjin knew this.

Yet, she was close enough and doted on him greatly. Showering him with love and affection—something you never did.

Granted, she wasn’t as sharp witted and not nearly as fun. She doesn’t really understand his humor nor his aspirations. But when the lights are dim while they’re having sex…it almost looks like it’s you he’s fucking.

It’s fucked up, Hyunjin knows this. But you decided cut him out of your life, so he had no other choice. This was the next best option. He resorted to going through the motions, doing what feels good in the moment, not really thinking about the implications or consequences.

Hyunjin was never the type to plan things out anyways, always acting on impulse. It was one of the main reasons you broke up. He couldn’t be the dependable, poised boyfriend you wanted him to be. He was unpredictable, and so, so jealous.

His jealousy stemmed from his uncontrollable passion for you—love, as he called it. He loved you so much that he couldn’t stand letting other men be around you. He wanted to be the only man you needed. His twisted possessive tendencies frequently caused him to lash out—but it was all out of love.

Emotions constantly ran high between you two. One day he would praise you like a queen, and the next argue with you like you’re his worst enemy. Both scenarios always led to passionate sex at the end of the night. The kind of lovemaking that kept you tied to each other. The kind that drowned you in so much intensity that you couldn’t tell if it was love or hate. The kind that drove you mad while keeping you sane.

It was a toxic cycle. You knew it was unhealthy and that’s why you left. It was for the best that you both find different people, but clearly, Hyunjin refused to change his ways.

Seeing him with his copycat girlfriend made you scoff. Stubbornness was a trait you both shared, but seeing his pitiful attempt to move on from your relationship made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. At least you weren’t miserable enough to find his look-alike to string along and act as a substitute Hyunjin. No, you can do so much better.

You turn around to order another drink, less than amused by what you’ve seen and craving some form of entertainment. A few minutes pass and you’re just about finished with your glass, still barely buzzed, when your attention diverts to a hand on your shoulder.

“Babe, don’t disappear like that again. I just spent the last ten minutes looking for y—“

Hyunjin freezes when he realizes who he has mistaken for his girlfriend.

Looks like the entertainment found you tonight.

“Still a possessive asshole, aren’t you?” You lean against the bar, a smirk on your face. “And you really chose a girl who looks so much like me that you can’t tell the difference? Pathetic.”

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle, but his eyes glare at you with annoyance. “You’re truly conceited if you think I’m trying to find you in the girls I date.”

It’s impossible for Hyunjin to find another who fulfills all of what you are to him. But he’d never admit that to you.

“And you’re truly delusional if you don’t think that girl is basically my twin.” You scoff, his smug attitude hitting your nerves and pissing you off in a special way that only he can.

“You wish you were her twin. She’s hotter than you, more caring,” He clicks his tongue. “And gives better head.”

You knew his last comment was a boldfaced lie. Hyunjin was a slave to your blowjobs and never failed to express how much he loved fucking your mouth, how it was the best head he’s ever gotten. It’s one of the things that made you swell with pride—to see him writhe with endless pleasure as you took him in, licked him sloppily and sucked him clean.

Hyunjin purposefully said it to get under your skin. You knew it too. So you make your move to get under his.

“Is that so?” You murmur, closing the distance. “Does she know how you like it?”

Hyunjin stiffens when you approach him. You’re inches from his chest, head tilted back, looking at him inquisitively as he gazes back with clouded eyes, cryptic emotion brewing behind his pupils.

“Does she know how much you enjoy getting your dick deep-throated? How you love it when I kiss the tip before taking you all in?”

You pause, leaving your mouth parted to give him a view of what he’s missing. Hyunjin gulps as he stares at your plush lips, your wet tongue sitting so nicely in your mouth.

“How much it turns you on to see my eyes roll back and watch the saliva drip down my neck? How good it feels when it hits the back of my throat and how I never stop sucking you off until every last drop of your cum is drained?”

You place a hand on his shoulder, lightly brushing against his skin as you slide it down his chest, lingering on his stomach right above his waistline. Hyunjin shudders at the contact, jaw clenched as he strains to keep his composure. Everything you said is exactly what he’s been trying to forget, yet desires so badly.

“I bet she doesn’t fuck you like I do. Messily, desperately, insatiable, like a pornstar.” You hum in his ear. “I always ride you so well, don’t I?”

Hyunjin’s lust is currently in a battle with his pride to decide which will succeed in overtaking his next actions. His mind urges him not to give in to his primal instincts to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion—despite the tent growing in his pants.

“C’mon baby, just tell me that you miss me. I bet you’d rather take me home tonight and remind me how good that dick feels.” Your fingers dance along his belt, tugging at the loops.

“Don’t you miss me, Jinnie?”

“Fuck. Miss you so bad.” He grunts as you pull back, forcing his groin against yours. He lowers his face, mere centimeters from yours. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

You smile as you gaze at his face, his eyes are glazed and lips hungry, searching for yours. When Hyunjin dives in for a kiss, ready to devour you whole, you push him away, making him stumble backwards, dazed and frustrated by your antics.

“I might be petty, but I’m not gonna stoop that low.” With a sly grin, you point to his boner. “Have fun explaining that to your girlfriend though.”

Without a second glance, you turn and walk away. The sound of a distant argument hits your ears as you exit the club, bringing a satisfied smile to your face. It might’ve been a shallow fight, but you won this one. You’re pleased knowing that you’ve successfully beat Hyunjin at his own game. Though, if you had stayed a moment longer, he might’ve noticed your flushed cheeks and trembling thighs.

No matter how much you hate him, Hyunjin never fails to affect you. His mere presence brings shockwaves to your core, especially when he looks at you like that—like you’re the object of his most sensual desires.

You shake off your fluster during the ride home, cooling off in the shower once you reach your apartment, calming your nerves before climbing into bed.

But you can’t sleep.

The excitement from being so close to him won’t wash off of you. You’ve been horny since you saw him in the club, and whether you want to admit it or not, you missed him too.

Taking matters into your own hands, you slip off your pajama bottoms and begin touching yourself over your panties, rubbing circles against the fabric, imagining it was Hyunjin’s fingers instead. Just as you approached an orgasm, a heavy fist raps against the door, throwing you off of your high.

You stagger out of bed, frazzled and irritated at whoever was knocking at your door at this hour. You’re shocked when you see Hyunjin’s figure through the peephole, distressed as he continues slamming his fist against the wood.

Carefully, you crack the door open just enough to show your face and ask him what the hell he was doing here.

“Don’t you want to finish our conversation?” He taps his foot, annoyed. “C’mon baby, just let me in. I’m not a stranger to this place.”

Reluctantly, you allow him to enter. Hyunjin immediately makes himself at home, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, leaning against the kitchen cabinets as he gulps it down.

“She gave me an earful, thanks to you.” He gripes.

You cross your arms in annoyance. “So what, you came here just to complain?”

“I came here because you’re going to finish what you started.”

Hyunjin sets the bottle down and approaches you. His figure looms over yours, engulfing you with his shadow. He looks angry yet his touch is gentle when he places a hand on your waist. You tense under his touch but don’t flinch.

“You must be deaf, because I told you it’s not happening. Go back to your girlfriend and maybe just squint and pretend she’s me.” You scoff, brushing his hand off of you.

Your attempt to get him to back off only draws him closer, his chest almost pressed to yours.

“She’s not my girlfriend any more.” He rolls his eyes. “So you can drop the self-righteous act and get what you’ve been waiting for all night.”

You pause for a moment, soaking in the revelation that Hyunjin and his girlfriend just broke up. Was it because of you? Is it fucked up that you feel a bit proud? It fuels your ego to know that you still have him wrapped around your finger, though it shouldn’t matter to you anymore. Maybe Hyunjin couldn’t resist you, but that doesn’t mean you should give in to him. It’s not like you want him back.

“What makes you think that I want you?”

You try to stand your ground, but your footing is shaken when he throws his head back to laugh, combing a hand through his hair as he watches you, amused. He always looked gorgeous when he acted cocky. You hated it.

“The way you looked at me in the club. The way you can’t seem to make eye contact with me now. Scared you might give in too easily?”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Then look at me, darling.” Hyunjin lifts your chin towards him. “You don’t have to act coy. Tell me what you want. You know I can make you feel good.”

You scoff, turning your head away, but he forces your gaze back on him.

“C’mon baby, don’t play those games. I’m starting to get impatient and I’m not afraid to admit that I want to fuck your brains out tonight.” He brings your face closer to his. “Just like old times, hmm? Make you cum for me three, four times? How’s that sound?”

Hyunjin smirks as he hovers over you, eyes roaming your body, wandering over all the spots he plans to touch, kiss and fuck. You can’t help but envision how good his lips would feel on your neck as you stare at them, plump right in front of you.

“Sounds like a load of bullshit.” You refuse to concede to him, to your own desires. “You’re a fool if you think you’re capable of that.”

“Don’t test me, sweetheart. I’ll make you eat your words.”

You’ve provoked him far enough. Now Hyunjin is determined to put you in your place. And he plans to do so by giving you the best sex of your life, sex that’ll have you begging him to stay, sex that’ll make you never even consider fucking another man besides him again.

He starts feeling up your leg, fingers drifting over your bare skin, sending shivers through your body. They linger between your thighs, caressing the supple surface before sliding over your core, brushing against your soaked panties.

Hyunjin smiles once he feels how wet you are, a surge of pride flowing through his veins and straight to his cock. It pleases him to know that he still has this effect on you, and the thought turns him on.

He lowers his head to your ear, whispering. “Even if you won’t admit it, your body still responds to me the same way.”

Slowly stroking you through your panties, his fingers become wet with every touch. “C’mon baby, all you have to do is ask and I’ll make you feel real good.”

You’re dripping at this point, completely defenseless in the palm of his hand. The knot in your stomach only grows tighter.

“Please.” You mumble, lips turned down into a frown yet your eyes are begging.

At the sound of your plea, Hyunjin slips his hand underneath the fabric and begins fingering you, feverishly kissing you while he rubs your clit.

You moan into his mouth, unable to restrain your want for him any longer. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

Though he’s normally the type to tease you a bit before letting you cum, Hyunjin is desperate to touch you right now. He’s too swept up in his desire to give you fireworks that his movements don’t cease for a minute, accelerating your approaching orgasm. He kisses you sloppily as he continues his work on your pussy. A cacophony of moans and squelching fills the room as you reach your high, gripping onto his arms as you cum on his fingers.

Satisfied with the mess he made of you, Hyunjin commands you to get on your knees. He unzips his pants, pulling out his hard cock as you obey his orders and kneel down before him.

“Open up sweetheart, use this mouth for what it was made for—taking in my cock.”

He presses the tip against your lips, studying you with intense focus.

“You told me how good you are at using it—why don’t you prove it to me?”

Hyunjin goes crazy for your blowjobs, and though it appears that he’s the one in control of this situation, you know he’ll be at your mercy once you start sucking him off. So you turn the tides, staring directly into his eyes as you plant a wet kiss on the tip—just how he likes it—before taking him in, inch by inch.

Hyunjin shudders at the sensation, reveling in the feeling of his cock in your mouth. It’s a feeling he’s missed dearly. Nothing really compares to your warm, wet tongue coating his dick with saliva combined with the image of you on your knees, eyes watering as you suck him off like a good little slut.

He lets out a moan as he starts thrusting into your mouth, growing needy and impatient. Tears stream down your face when he hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his cock.

“Fuck that feels so good.” Hyunjin grunts. “Such a good slut for me. You always are.”

Before he completely loses himself, he pulls your hair back, freeing his dick from your mouth before he cums. You wipe the drool from the corner of your lips, looking up at him with a smirk.

“What? Scared you’ll cum too fast?” You challenge.

“Oh I’ll make sure to fill you up with plenty of my cum later, darling.” He pulls you to your feet. “But gotta make sure you remember how good I fuck you first.”

Hyunjin spins you around, pinning you to the wall. He whispers in your ear as he strips your panties off, lining up his cock at your entrance.

“How many guys did you fuck while I was gone?”

“None of your fucking business.”

He slaps a hand to your ass, making you yelp. His fingers move to your core, rubbing circles, making sure you’re wet enough for him—you are. Once you’re all prepped to take him in, Hyunjin slips his cock into your pussy in a single motion, garnering a lewd moan from you.

He starts fucking you—hard. Ramming his dick into you deep, just how you like it.

“Were any of them better than me?” He growls.

The thought of another man making you feel good, touching you—even looking at you got him fuming. No one gets the privilege of seeing you naked like this but him. No one gets to touch your pussy but him.

Between his thrusts, you manage to get some words out. “The Hyunjin I know wouldn’t ask something so insecure.”

He gives you a hard thrust, making you whine. “Answer me.”

“I think you know.” You glare at him.

“Tell me then. Say it.” He snaps.

“Make me.”

Hyunjin turns you around so that you’re facing him. He lifts your leg, spreading you wide so that he can fuck you deeper. He’s pissed off, fucking you angrily, fucking you hard enough to make the attitude go away, until you’re rendered a whimpering mess, a mindless whore for his cock.

You’re crying, the pleasure of his dick hitting you repeatedly is overwhelming. You’re at your limit. But just as you approach your high, he slips out of you. Pinning your arms on the wall above your head, he brings his face close to yours, staring you in the eyes.

“Say how good I fuck you or you’re not cumming.” He threatens.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, please just—“

“Say it.”

“You fuck me so good.” You cry, desperate to do anything to make him keep fucking you.

He smiles, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Am I the best fuck you’ve ever had?”

You nod, tears falling down your flushed cheeks.

“And no other guys have ever, nor will ever, fuck you as good as me?”

You frantically bob your head.

“Use your words.”

“N-no one can fuck me as good as you, Jinnie.” You sniffle.

“Good girl.” He smiles.

Finally, he begins fucking you again, this time not holding anything back. He gives it to you hard, gives you everything he has. Hyunjin doesn’t stop fucking you even when you scream with pleasure, the ecstasy from your orgasm causing your body to shake under his grip.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy.” Hyunjin’s movements start to falter, his motion unsteady. “So good for me. Always so good.”

He’s going to cum soon and so are you. You’re a babbling mess, barely recovered from your last orgasm yet about to cum for him again.

“I love you, darling. You know that don’t you?” Hyunjin presses his forehead to yours, his sweat dripping onto your skin.

“I love you so fucking much. Can’t you see that? I get jealous because I love you. Because you’re mine.”

He’s on the brink of tears as he professes his love for you. Why don’t you get it? Everything he every did, every hurtful thing he ever said was only because he didn’t know how else to control his love for you. He wants you so bad. He needs you in order to function.

“Tell me you love me too.”

Hyunjin looks down at you sternly, eager to hear the words slip out of your mouth. He needs to hear them. He’ll die if he doesn’t.

“L-love you.” You whimper, exhausted and dazed. “So much.”

Your confession sends him over the edge. Hyunjin cums once he hears you say it—that you love him too. He knows you do, that’s why he never truly moved on after you left him. Because in his mind, you were never really gone. You were always his.

As you come down from your highs, Hyunjin doesn’t let you leave his arms, holding you close, kissing you all over as if to mark his territory on every inch of your skin.

“I knew you wanted me too. Just had to fuck it out of you.” He chuckles as he releases you from his grasp.

You remove yourself from his hold and glare at him. “Shut it, Hyunjin. This is the last time that this will ever happen.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see if that holds true tomorrow morning.”

Before you can form a rebuttal, Hyunjin heads to your bedroom, a devilish grin on his face. He’s already gotten what he needed out of you and now that he knows he can have you, he’s never going to let you go again. Besides, there’s no one else like you in this world. No one for him but you.

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(DOA Y/N SERIES) HI guys late post (been traveling and stuff) my posts are so cringe but idc it's fun shipping characters with y/n

Have sum sauce since I'll be a little less frequent 😔

Anyways, headcanon : yall have violent make out sessions, like I'm talking like full on pulling hair and scratching, degradation and everything 💀 mostly at the most randomest of times.

You'd have a calm discussion about the things you disagree with him, and it'd end up with "try me bitch" bc this mf has a God complex that treats you as some sort of dog

Ofc, his body is far too frail to keep up after a few rounds 🤟 (whether it be making out or the other hoo ha)

boyfriends who are enamoured by you.

can’t disobey a thing you say, just in case you pout and whine (they love it when you do but they can’t let others see, can they? what if someone wants to whisk you away? no, that sight is for them only when they’re fucking you stupid.)

boyfriends who drop everything to do as you ask, “can you hold my bag? can you leave your friends n come give me a ride? can you lemme sit in ur lap all day??? can you come over and eat me out? can you give me a head pat? can you buy this game for me?” before you even finish your sentence it’s done <333

my favourite type of bf!!! they listen so well and are so obsessed with you!!! grabs their phone the moment it buzzes just in case it’s a text from you!!

“this lecture is so boring… do you wanna make out in the bathroom? it’s room30A.”

doesn’t matter if he’s studying for exams or with his classmates for a groups assignment, he’s packing up with an excuse and rushing over with a boner just for you <3

‘m thinking albedo, childe, xiao, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, itto, lyney !!! which other genshin boy is like this? let me know.

dark content blog warning!!! 18+ only, minors don’t interact.

“Where are you going, Babydoll?” (Pt. 2) 🔪

Yandere!Felix x Fem!Reader

(Pt. 1) (Pt 2)

Warnings: 18+, yandere, mention of trauma, light blood, manipulation

Carrying around a stuffed animal wasn’t that odd to people that knew you. You’ve dealt with trauma growing up and this caused to have some regressive tendencies as a coping mechanism. Of course this made you susceptible to other forms of pain and manipulation.

At first Felix thought it was odd and a bit annoying. He hated how attached you were to it and felt like you loved it more than him. But he soon realized how it could be used to his advantage.

———————————————————————

Felix knew your friend was coming soon and could easily get you to leave with her. He thought about it as you slept on the couch next to him.

He carried you to the bedroom and laid you down as he cuddled up next to you.

“Lixie?” You woke up, watching as he stroked your hair.

“Yes doll?”

“What time is it…?” You sat up and looked around, figuring he must’ve carried you to bed.

“Babydoll… do you love me?” Felix asked, ignoring your question.

“Well… yeah…”

“I take care of you right?” He asked while squeezing your hand a little and you nod.

“What would you if I left you?”

That question made your heart skip a beat. Why would he ask you that?

“Lixie…? Why would you— ?”

“What if I said I don’t love you.” He interrupted.

“Lixie stop!” You cried out.

“… if I abandoned you?” He was holding back a smile, knowing full well that he was hitting the right nerves.

“Don’t…” you shook your head as he pulled away. You reached for him and as you did so there was loud banging at the door.

Felix got up to answer it and you grabbed your plush before following him, clinging onto his arm once he opened the door.

“Y/n!”

It was your best friend! What is she doing here?

“Ningning?” You asked, still clinging onto your boyfriend.

“Y/n, we have to go!” Ningning said, trying to grab your arm.

“W-what? Why are you here?”

“She doesn’t want to go with you…” Felix said with a teasing smile. “You can go now.”

“Y/n! He’s not good for you!” Your friend yelled.

“But… but he takes care of me…”

“He’s manipulating you!” Ningning says, forcefully pulling you off Felix.

“Baby, I would never! I love you!” Your boyfriend said, holding out his hand.

Ningning kept you from reaching for him and a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Baby, I’m all you have. No one will love you like I do!” Felix sighed. “Your so called friend is trying to tear us apart! Who’s going to take care of you?”

“You’re an awful boyfriend, Felix!” Your friend said while backing up with you.

“Y/n!” Felix yelled out sounding more frustrated. “Come here right now!”

Ningning firmly held onto your arm as you did want to go to him.

“Y/n! You’re not leaving!” Felix yelled now coming towards you both.

He grabs your plush and throws it across the room before punching your friend, knocking her to the floor.

He stalked up to her, crouching over to grab her. You went to get the plush but stopped when seeing him punch your friend. You were in panic and need your plush but seeing Felix grab your friend angered you.

“Don’t touch her!” You yelled and suddenly pushed him over.

Felix was shocked. You never show confidence or aggressive like that. You helped your friend to her feet and looked back at him as he got up, obviously pissed.

“You ungrateful brat!”

Tears were streaming down your face and you flinched as he came towards you, raising his hand to slap you.

You didn’t even realize ningning wasn’t behind you until you saw her sneaking behind your boyfriend. She then knocked him out with a metal fire poker.

“Oh god! Wh-w-what-?!” You panicked, watching as some blood came from his head. He was still conscious, but barely.

Ningning raised the rod again, as if to finish him off, but you stopped her.

“No stop!” You cried out, your body shaking.

Your friend stopped and looked at you, realizing how much you were shaking. She definitely didn’t want to be another trauma in your life so she put the rod down.

She stepped over Felix and hugged you before giving you back your plush. How long had she had that?

“Let’s go.” She sighed. Before you could leave, you felt something grab your ankle. Looking down you saw that it was Felix.

“Y/n…”

You didn’t say anything and simply shook him off.

“Where are you going… babydoll?” He groaned, trying to prop himself up. “Don’t leave me…”

“Ignore him.” Ningning said, tugging your arm.

“Babydoll, I need you! Don’t leave me!” He cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I love you! Don’t leave me!!”

“I don’t… I don’t love you anymore…” you said, looking down at your feet.

“No! No! No! Y/n! My baby!” Felix said in a panic, trying to get up. “I need my baby!”

You left with your friend, getting in her car and wiping your tears.

“I know that was hard…”

You didn’t respond, only looking down as she started driving away.

“You still love him, huh?” She asked with a sigh.

You nodded, holding your plush tightly.

“It’s okay.” She said while rubbing your shoulder.

“Ning…? Who will take care of me now?”

Your friend sighed, feeling awful for everything that happened. She hated that you didn’t have any real family to go to.

“I’ll help you.” She replied, looking at you for a moment before looking back at the road. “You’re my best friend, like a sister. I’m always here for you.”

You gave a small smile, still not looking up.

“I’m not letting any man mistreat you every again.” She said, pulling up to her apartment parking lot. “You deserve better.”

❪warnings ❫ ━ angst, toxic relationship, yeonjun is a dick, profanity.

this is a work of fiction, and is not to be taken seriously. i do not intend to nor do i condone romanticizing toxic relationships. this is just a fic and once again, should not be taken seriously. look after yourselves, much love<3

the main driving force of a relationship is trust, and unfortunately, that's something your relationship lacked. loving someone so much can be draining, and being so infatuated with choi yeonjun took a lot of your energy.

dating a frat boy like yeonjun is tough. with a negative reputation on his back, it was quite easy for you to worry. choi yeonjun has never been good with commitment, and you knew that when you agreed to date him. right from the get go, things were not plain sailing. during the first week of your relationship, he had broken your trust when you found text messages from his ex.

yeonjun was innocent for the most part, but he didn't deny his exes flirting nor did he make any effort to ask them to stop texting him. in fact, he played into it by replying. now, he didn't flirt but that didn't matter. he didn't respect you enough to stop it from happening, almost like he enjoyed the attention he was receiving. you broke up with him that week.

over the course of your ten month relationship, you and yeonjun broke up almost every month. it was on again, off again and everyone knew about it. some pitied you, and some thought you were an idiot for always taking him back. you always felt like a fool, it was humiliating, but yeonjun was an addiction and you couldn't stop yourself from relapsing.

"you're so dramatic!"

"you smell like her, yeonjun! how am i supposed to react?"

he had come home from one of soobin's parties reeking of alcohol and his ex. he claims to be innocent, but the videos you received from multiple party goers of her grinding against him, and him enabling it, proved him guilty.

"it was innocent-"

"sure, the way you held her hips looked so innocent," you spat in return.

he was at a loss for words. he knew you well enough to know that nothing he could say would convince you otherwise.

"okay. i made a mistake, i should have pushed her away." he took your arms in his hands and peered down at you, the same softness in his eyes that always appears when he tries to get out of trouble. "it won't happen again, i promise."

much to his surprise, you shrug him off. a strange determination in your eyes.

"i'm not a fool, not anymore. you have no respect for me. yeonjun we're done, for good this time. don't come back."

with a heavy breath, you took a step past him and opened the door to your dorm. not once did you meet his eye as he reluctantly left the room, you remained stone faced until the door slammed shut, and then you slumped to the ground with a sob.

there was no more changes left to give him; you were tired.

it was officially over.

Here’s a more spooky request. Maybe dazai has tried watching a horror movie to scare reader so they’ll lean towards him in the movie and he can comfort or hold them but his plan isn’t working because they love horror movies. I think that would be cute and funny. Thank you 💕

“the scariest thing.”

❥ pairing : dazai x reader

❥ genre : fluff

❥ warnings : none

❥ wc : 1k

❥ a/n : i loved writing this so much! although, i’m not a big fan of horror movies but I tried my best for describing some movie scenes.

Dazai greeted you with a sweet smile hidden with a little touch of mischief. He wrapped his arms around you as soon as you stepped through the door

"Ah~ my love, how was your day today?" He asks with such ease as if he’s let out a breath of relief he’s been holding in for a while.

"Hi darling." You replied, accepting his hug instantly when you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and rest your chin on his shoulder.

"Day was good, m’ drained though."

"Oh, you don’t say.."

He has that glint in his eyes as you pull away from his shoulder, raising an eyebrow

"What are you planning?"

"Nothing!"

"Osamu." His smirk only grows when your eyebrows furrow together and a slight pout appears on your lips. He admired that expression for a quick moment before chuckling, placing one hand on your back as he guides you towards the living room, revealing the surprisingly organised sight of blankets sprawled all over the couch, candles lit in the dimmed room and placed on the counter infront of the TV which the channel was switched to Netflix. Your slightly confused expression was suddenly replaced with a look full of surprise but adoration as you stared at the sight.

"Dazai, you did this for me..?"

"Why, of course. I knew your day was going to be rather long and more dreadful than usual, so I prepped you a little something." He smiles at your happy expression, walking over to the couch and taking a seat, patting the space next to him. You oblige obviously and rush over, plopping yourself down onto the blanket from underneath you and sitting on the opposite side of Dazai. He looks at you for a moment looking absolutely bewildered, shocked and almost betrayed.

"Not cuddling up to me after I’ve prepped you such a lovely surprise? I’m wounded!"

"Oh you’ll live!" You say with a smirk, he sighs playfully. "I certainly hope not."

"Osamu."

"Okay okay, sorry!"

Truth was he had already known you would sit on the complete opposite side of him, a big empty bit of distance between you two. He knew how after a draining day sometimes you liked to have your distance, and sometimes you preferred to cuddle up to him, which is why he had crafted the most mastermind plan of all.

"What do you feel like watching?" You ask, keeping your eyes glued to the screen as Dazai has the remote.

"Hm." A smirk adorns his face once again.

"How about a scary movie?"

You turn to him with a smile, being completely oblivious to his 'master plan' as you nod.

"Okay."

He huffs out a chuckle as he throws his head back against the couch, holding the remote in-front of the TV and clicking onto the search bar. 

Around 15 minutes of the movie pass by, and yet not a single reaction out of you. Dazai wasn’t really paying much attention to the movie, only the suspenseful and tension filled parts as he took quick glances at you to try and sense some sort of reaction out of you - but nothing. Dazai continued to stare intently at you, not only because of him trying to sense any sign of emotion, but just because he found you so lovely to stare at. You looked so beautiful when you focused intently on things.

Once Dazai turns his head back to the screen, a loud scream and figure appearing on the screen makes Dazai jump out of his skin, eyes going wide like tennis balls as he yelps.

"Fuck! Oh bella, it’s okay I’ll hold y-"

"Holy shit that was amazing!"

Dazais head quickly snaps to the side to see you - of all people laughing, at the sudden jumpscare.

"Y-you think this is funny..?"

You giggle at the screen as you reply.

"Yeah! The visuals are insane!"

You had the most precious smile on your face that Dazai was actually in shock of. He stared at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth as he processed what had just happened. Dazais plan, for the first time in his life - had backfired on him.

He turned away from you and continued to watch the movie, fearing to inject as he didn’t want to spoil your fun or enjoyment of the movie, although he didn’t quite understand how you could enjoy such things.

After nearing the movies end, you’re still smiling so peacefully, whilst Dazai on the other hand looked absolutely mortified and disgusted with what he had just watched. He had really expected you to be all jumpy and startled, him holding you close as you tremble in fear, not the other way around. He felt defeated to say the least - and very humbled. But seeing that sweet precious smile on your face was all the while worth it. You turn to him.

"Are you okay, love? You look rather..disturbed."

Dazai blinks for a few moments before smiling sweetly back at you.

"Yeah..I’m great, I just- didn’t really expect you to act like that."

"Oh! I’ve seen Possum more times than I can count. I love horror movies!"

He blinks a few times again, before looking down at the empty space on the couch

"Oh."

You tilt your head to the side, surprised to see your lover look so dumbfounded.

"What’s the matter?"

"Nothing, I just.." He starts.

"I thought if I got you to watch a scary movie with me then you’d possibly be startled enough to take up the space on the couch and cuddle up to me. But now I look like the fool who needs to be goddamn coddled!" He huffs and crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowing like a little kid. You giggle at his reasoning.

"I mean, I could cuddle you..-"

"Don’t even think about it. That’s my job damn it!"

You laugh, throwing your head back into the couch as you wipe some fake tears off your face.

"Oh my, I’ve outsmarted the Osamu Dazai! Please, how shall I be rewarded?"

"Oh stop it, I can’t take this anymore!!"

He places his hands on his head, shaking his head rapidly as he continues his tantrum, before eventually stopping and falling back into the couch, he sighs loudly.

"Well I’ve certainly been humbled."

You giggle at this, before crawling over to him and sitting on your knees in front of him. He perks up at this and raises an eyebrow as he stares at you.

"What?"

You tilt your head to the side with a cute smile.

"We can pretend I don’t like horror movies.."

He stares blankly for a moment at your suggestion, both eyebrows now raised and his eyes open wide.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He smirks, before grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his side, you squeal.

"Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here." He says, caressing your hair gently as you snicker

"Seriously?"

"Shhhh, it wasn’t real, only visuals.."

"You sure you’re not just telling yourself that?"

"Let me have my moment, sweetheart."

He smiles as he places a gentle kiss on your cheek, you smile and rest your head against his side, peaceful silence fills the room as the two of you are tangled in utter bliss with one another.

"Okay but seriously, I really need to keep close to you tonight." Dazai says. "Im not having any puppets or massive spiders come through any bags or windows tonight."

"Pfft, yeah okay."

"What? I’m being serious, that was the scariest thing ever Y/N!!" He whines, pressing his cheek against the top of your head, rubbing your arm gently.

Sure, his plan may have failed - and it turned out he was the one who actually needed taken care of. But he got his main goal - you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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