I loved it! 🥰

I'm still blushing 😭❤️ it was amazing! TY for sharing!

oh my God I should have gotten it!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Kojiro my fav simp 😭😭😭

🤣🤣🤣🤣 genius 🤣 this year I found a zucchini shaped one but I didn't want to add it to the already dubious collection 🤣

According to MQ, the Christmas decoration dangling between FX's legs is also very pretty 🤣🤣🤣🤣

*up, I can't English anymore. I swear once it's done I'll edit it, fix the mistakes and drop it on ao3. Since that I'm here, if there's anyone who'd be interested in beta reading it, let me know!

(It's past 2am so I'm stopping here now. This is the first time I actually write esplicit smut so close your eyes if it's too bad. Also ignore all the mistakes and typos, I will try to edit it all once it's done. Don't hate the guys pls, feelings are very complicated😢)

As he breathes fresh hair, he cannot get MQ's distraught look out of his face. The memory of MQ locking the door when FX was puking resurfaces, bringing back the feel of nausea and guilt with it. FX grabs his head between his hands and curses "Fuck!"
'What have I done?' He thinks as he cries.

At that moment he sees XL approaching you, worried look getting even more frantic as he takes FX's look in. FX is too disgusted with himself, too tired of existing like this, too enraged and exhausted to talk to him so he ignores XL's call of his name and walks outside.

His eyes sting and he pukes in a flower pot. He hates MQ and what he's done to him. But at the moment he hates himself so much he wants to die. When he walks back in the hall, everyone is making a toast. He looks at the clock, it's 1am of January 1st, 2026. He has spent midnight with MQ on his knees

FX ignores the pang of guilt gripping at his heart and walks away towards the door, slipping his dirty jacket in one of the bins MQ had failed to kick down. He unlocks the door and closes it behind his back. He's just a few steps away when he hears MQ scream and throw things around.

MQ's words get cut off when FX takes his hand and drops a few coins into his palm. Then, with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, he says "This should be enough for your sloppy services. Actually, this is even too much for a cheap whore like you." MQ's eyes widen and his jaw stiffens.

He sees him stiffen and dropping his smile when realization hits him. FX looks almost bored when MQ's anger explodes "What the fuck does this mean?" He hisses through gritted teeth, looking at the bills covering the floor. FX keeps rummaging in his wallet, ignoring him. "I said what does it me-"

FX forces himself to look calm as he walks to the sink and checks his hair in the mirror. MQ turns his head and his cocky grin in FX's direction but he just pretends to not be affected by it. In a swift movement, he takes out his wallet and grabs all the cash he has only to toss it to MQ.

He hates the power MQ has on him, how he knows exactly where to stab and make him bleed. He hates himself even more for not being able to get over with his feelings after all this time. FX wished he could hurt MQ as hard as he does, cut him as deep as MQ's ever done. He must bring him down with him.

FX wants to turn him around, bend him on the sink and fuck him raw, forcing MQ to look at his reflection in the mirror, putting his fingers in his mouth and making him suck them. FX wants to use him, to crush him and turn him into dust, to make him beg and then leave him unsatisfied and cold. Alone.

With incredible effort, summoning some strength from the fire of anger and mortification that comes with being played with, FX manages to get himself decent under MQ's scornful gaze. He's still by the sink, arms crossed admiring the mess he's turned FX in with a smirik tugging at his lips.

FX's whole face flushes red in anger, he's stuck frozen as he trembles, unable to move and pull his pants of as MQ mocks him while fixing his hair in the mirror. FX has told himself many times to always second guess when it is about MQ and now he's forced to face the truth. To MQ this is all a game.