toxic relationship w/megumi (aged up)
“What?” you scoff, you let your shoulders sink, the front door is cracked as you were just about to head out. “yeah, you’re not going anywhere in that outfit.” he murmurs, a disappointed look on his face. “so you can change or—stay at a friends place tonight.”
“Fuck you.” You say out of anger, heels spinning as you turn towards him fully. He looks up, a smug smile. “Yeah? Fuck me? No fuck you, go change now. I’m not in the mood to deal with your bratty attitude.” You mock him as you kick your heels off.
“I don’t even wanna go anymore.”
“Now you’re just being complicated.”
“What? You want me to go so you can sneak some other girl up in here? Huh?” You begin to walk towards him, “answer me.” He scoffs laughing in your face. “What if it was a guy?” You let out a sigh of annoyance, beginning to walk away but then you’re suddenly yanked onto the couch.
“Now. You’ve been to bratty.” You do as he says bending over his leg, face planted on the couch, you feel him lift your tiny dress up. “Don’t have any panties on? who the fuck were you going to see?” Now the truth is, you kinda liked pissing off megumi. You knew you weren’t gonna step outside without any panties. “Count for me.” His hand flies to your perked up ass, a stinging pain lingering. “Count.”
“One.” You groan, “t-two!” you yelp, his hands picking up the pace. You can feel your ass getting physically red. “C’mon baby keep counting.”
Your body jerks up as you vomit into your best friend’s toilet, she holds your hair back as her palm slides up and down your spine to comfort you. She had just shown you a photo of a girl and megumi on his story, “he’s an asshole..”she murmurs, “and you need to leave him, I’m so serious babe, you know you’re always welcomed to stay with me.”
You nod, “got more drinks?” she shakes her head. “No you don’t need anything else y/n, god I hate seeing you like this.” She fully sits down on the cold floor with you now and you could only let out a choked sob and she brings you in for a tight hug.
After a while, you’re dropped back off at your shared apartment with him and you let out a shaky sigh, there he is, sitting at the table eating his dinner, you make eye contact with him, tired. “been waiting for you.” you begin walking toward him, and he holds his arms out towards you—and god.
You sit across his lap, arms snaking around his neck as you sob into him leaving his shirt soaked. “why can’t I only have you to myself? who was that girl?”
“You drunk?” His hand slides up and down your waist in attempt of ‘comfort’ you nod, “you reek of it.” He presses a few kisses on top of your head.
After that exchange you two showered, he washed your hair and body for you were to lazy and now here you two are—cuddled up in bed. Your hand rest atop of his chest and so does your head, leg draped over his.
You had snuck out, your best friend waiting for you in the car down the street. “where are we going this late?” You huff. “hookups, hot guys or girls—you need to forget about him, seriously.”
You felt empty—well not really, infact you were enjoying yourself. Your hands wrap around the mysterious guys neck who you just met, his names Milo. The kiss was hungry, his hands fly to your boobs feeling them out. You start to grind on his rock hard, your wet folds hitting his clothed boner just right. Your phone begins to ring in your back pocket, and of course..
“shit.” you murmur, “what? got a boyfriend or something?” you scoff. “no.” his hands fly to pull your shirt off as your phone still blows up missed messages, missed calls.
“we should stop here.” you push him back by the chest.
Now, you and your best friend are sat back in the car outside of your apartment. “have fun?” she teases, “yeah actually.” you snort. “can tell, your lipsticks all smeared and—“
“Wait, y/n. I thought I told you to leave him.” You bite your bottom lip. “You don’t understand when he’s good he’s really good.”
It’s like a fire, how quickly the argument extended. “Getting fucked by some other dude hm?” He questions, you throw your bag onto the ground. “Why is it always what I do wrong? Not what you do wrong!?” You shout, “who was that girl on your story?”
“Not a big deal she gave me some head and..” you don’t even let him finish his sentence. “Wow it’s small down there don’t know why she did that.” He scoffs crossing the room, gripping your chin in his hand and then he smashes his lips into yours you guys fall onto the couch, his knee sliding between your legs.
It’s been three days, megumi hasn’t contacted you at all. The apartment is torn up from you destroying it, you sit there sulking, tears still not dry. “I’m done with him.” You say sobbing on the phone with your best friend, “I can’t do this anymore.”
“You better be one hundred percent y/n.” She says, “I am okay.” You can hear her scoff over the phone, “so if he comes back you’ll tell him to get out and to never contact you again?”
“I hate you.” You say against his neck leaving kisses. he came back yesterday you two argued and broke some things but—now you guys were cuddled up together—again. “Don’t say that—‘s strong word.” You look up at him. “And I’m using it right.” He lets out a breathy laugh.
“You can’t leave me, can you?” He asks, and you shake your head. “Don’t wanna.” He nods. “Same.” You look up at him, “what are we going to do?” you question, and he only shrugs. “maybe get a cat or a dog, go grocery shopping once a month, vacation sometimes—you know like normal people.”
“that—we aren’t.” he says, a forced laugh. his hands slide up and down, before faltering between your thighs. “ever thought of kids?” he asks, “before you—yeah lots of times.” he nods, “I wouldn’t have your kids though I’d be miserable, and if you do ever get a chance to live your life—“ you begin.
“I kinda hope it’s miserable and that you hate it.” you mumble, and that causes him to look at you, his face feigns of hurt. “yeah?”
he presses a kiss at the top of your head, “get some rest.”
dea coming through with the angst👀👀 dw I have lots of drafts to make up for this