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âIâm just saying⊠thereâs a reason why people say âthree times itâs a charmâ Evan.â
âAnd Iâm just saying I donât want to risk it, Tommy,â Evan huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
âCâmon, what could possibly happen?â Tommy insists.Â
âHmmmâŠlet me think⊠oh, yeah, I got it! Given our track record, we break up for good,â Evan says exasperated.Â
âThat wonât happen again, Evan. Weâve talked things out. Everything has been laid out on the table. We are better than ever,â Tommy says softly, walking up to Evan and tenderly cupping his cheeks, âWe are good! Nothing bad will happen, I promise.âÂ
Evan tries to resist, his pout really pronounced but he canât fight the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.Â
âFine! Fine! We will go and have dinner at Miceliâs again,â Evan relents, throwing his arms up in the air. âBut if things go south again, it will be all your fault, ok?âÂ
Tommy leans in and kisses him softly, letting the kiss linger a little. âOk, if something happens, it will be my fault.â
Evan goes to his bedroom to change his clothes, all the while angrily muttering, âThousand of places in L.A. to go but no! We have to go back to that place⊠all because the pizza is good⊠fuck that place.â
âDid you say something?â Tommy asks, trying not to laugh at Evanâs adorableness.Â
âNothing⊠except⊠We are not getting spumoni, Tommy!â Evan yells from his bedroom.
Head thrown back in laughter, Tommy sits down in one of the barstools to wait for him to be finished. âFine but, again, everything will be alright, love.â
âYeah, yeah, you keep saying that! But you know what else people say? Famous last words! Thatâs what they say,â Evan says before closing the bathroom room.Â
Nodding, Tommy quietly says under his breath as if trying to convince himself, âIt will be alright.âÂ
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âWill you stop muttering? We are here, and everything has been ok so far, right?âÂ
âYeah, so far,â Evan says stubbornly. At Tommyâs raised eyebrow, his shoulders relax. âSorry, sorry. Youâre right! Everything is fine. We are together and everything is fine.â
Tommy holds Evanâs hand across the table and intertwines their fingers. âExactly.âÂ
âIâm just glad we arenât going to the movies after this. I think they also bring bad luck to us,â Evan teases, though he also seems to be serious.Â
Wanting to tease him back, Tommy says, âActually, I saw that they are playing this movie that I wanted to check outâŠâ
âDo not even think about it! Not tonight at least,â Evan points at Tommy seriously.Â
âAlright, alright, no movies tonight,â Tommy laughs. âWe will just go straight to my place then⊠find something else to entertain us with.âÂ
âIâm sure we will,â Evan says with a smirk.Â
âOh my God! I think heâs choking! Somebody help us!âÂ
Tommy and Evan look over at the table from where the scream came and, after sharing a small glance and a nod, they get up and run over.Â
âMove over, make room, make room, we are firefighters,â Evan says loudly, reaching the patient first.Â
As Evan starts doing the Heimlich maneuver, Tommy reassures the family and makes sure they give Evan room to work.Â
After a couple of agonizing seconds, the man spits out the food and everyone at the restaurant releases a breath of relief and they start to clap. Â
Tommy moves over and helps Evan to sit the man down as they start to assess him, asking him if he is feeling alright or if he would rather they call an ambulance.Â
Once the man reassures them that he is ok and thanks Evan profusely, they start to walk back to their table.Â
âGlad that turned out o-â Evan starts to say but a scream interrupts him.Â
âWhat now?â Tommy asks.Â
âFire in the kitchen!â Someone screams.Â
It takes two seconds for chaos to reign. People start to scream and run desperately, pushing tables, chairs, and everything out of their way.Â
While Evan calls 911 and starts helping people out of the restaurant, Tommy runs up to the kitchen.
Grabbing a fire extinguisher, Tommy tries to put the fire out, but itâs not enough. The fire is spreading fast, so he just makes sure that no one else is inside the kitchen and then runs outside.Â
âTommy, Tommy,â Evan calls to him and hugs him as soon as he is within reach.Â
âEveryone out?â Tommy asks him, quickly looking Evan over to make sure he isnât hurt.Â
âYeah, I got everyone out and the firefighters should be here any minute now.âÂ
âGood, good, thatâs good!â Tommy says in relief, his adrenaline starting to recede.Â
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Tommy and Evan are standing a few meters away from the restaurant, watching as station 56 put the fire out. The fire spread out so much that the restaurant is absolutely destroyed, Tommy doubts the owners could salvage anything from inside.Â
âWhat is it? I can see you looking at me,â Tommy asks, turning to look at Evan.Â
Evan gestures wildly at the restaurant and looks at him incredulously.Â
âWhat?â Tommy plays dumb.Â
âWhat? What?â Evan yelps. âOh, I donât know⊠maybe the fact that the restaurant is literally destroyed. Thirdâs time a charm, my ass!âÂ
âTechnically, I was right, Evan.âÂ
âWha- How?â Evan sputters.Â
âWell, nothing bad happened to us. We are ok, there hasnât been any misunderstanding, no one has confessed anything from their past⊠we are ok, just like I said we will be,â Tommy reasons.
Evan shakes his head and chuckles, âI canât believe you! Youâre soâŠâÂ
âEvanâŠâ Tommy starts but gets interrupted.Â
âI love you,â Evan says.Â
Tommy does a double take, not expecting that. âWhat?â
âI love you,â Evan repeats, shrugging his shoulders.Â
âThis is the first time youâre saying that,â Tommy says, bewildered.Â
âI know.âÂ
âI⊠I- IâŠâ Tommy looks around them, in disbelief that Evan could love him.Â
âYou donât have to say it if you do-â
âI love you too. Of course, I love you,â Tommy tells him quickly, not wanting Evan to doubt it for even one second.Â
âYeah?â Evan beams at him.Â
âYes,â Tommy nods and leans in to kiss him, not caring about the fire, firefighters, bystanders, or anything else.Â
Once they part for air, Tommy asks him, âShould we get going? They seem to have everything under control.âÂ
Evan nods, and they slowly start to walk to where Tommy had parked his truck, with Tommyâs arm around Evanâs waist.Â
âSince no one got hurt, I feel ok with admitting that Iâm kinda happy that the restaurant went up in flames,â Evan whispers as if it is a secret.Â
Tommy chuckles, âYeah, me too.âÂ
When they are near the truck, Tommy jokes, âSo, what about that movie then?âÂ
Evan playfully hits him on the shoulder but laughs. âI believe someone said something about finding something to entertained us with at their place?â
âLetâs go then,â Tommy says with a smirk, walking faster towards his truck.Â
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After MAMA awards I'M VERY PROUD OF MY BOYS and seeing Woozi crying, nooooo my mannnnn
So can I request Woozi or anyone after awards, all members celebrating with their partners hehe LOVE YOUUU!!!
PLEASE PLEASE đđ
đ i will really live the rest of my life repaying you.
you don't see seungcheol until the next day. such is the life of the general leader, it seemsâ the never-ending heralding, the non-stop worrying. he deals with his boys, first, then the fans, then the staff. but once that's all done, he's at your front door, collapsing into your arms before he's even past through the entryway. it doesn't matter how many awards its been. he is still overwhelmed by it every single time, and you are a soft place to land. he comes home to you and whispers the sweetest nothings in your hair. i'm so proud of them and they did so well and they're so happy. as he holds you tightâ like you're the only thing keeping him uprightâ it's your turn to let him hear those words. i'm so proud of you. you did so well. you get to be happy, too.
the jeonghan on the other end of the video call has been quiet for the most part of the past half-hour. you'd be more worried if you hadn't already predicted where his solemness was coming from. "hannie? still with me?" you prompt gently, and he finally tears his gaze away from the ceiling to look back at you. "yeah. yeah, i'm with you," he answers. a beat. there are some things you no longer have to say out loud. how he wishes he was there. how he misses them and tries not to let it show. instead, you give him a reminder that's quiet and firm. "this is yours, too," you say. this award. this moment. these boys. all still his. there's a ghost of a smile on his face as he mumbles, "right. of course. how could i forget."
joshua likes keeping lists. a running one he has with you is that of gratitude, where the two of you try to end each day with acknowledgements of what you're grateful for. you're expecting a whole essay for him after tonight. he surprises you by keeping it short, sweet, and straight to the point. in no particular order, he types out into your shared note. music, the boys, you. hours later, he adds a footnote like it'd occurred to him as an afterthought: i'm always grateful for those three, but especially so today.
"look at them!" jun shrieks. his video call pixelates, either from spotty connection or his sudden burst of enthusiasm. you have half a mind to warn him that he may get a noise complaint again, but this time it'd be completely warranted. he's positively vibrating with excitement, his eyes glued to the livestream of his twelve brothers ascending the stage for their second award of the night. "look at them," he repeats, and this time his voice is more reverent than anything. you could comply, could do as he's asking, but your eyes are trained elsewhere. and look at you, too, you want to say. look at you and all that you've done to get this far.
even though it's been an exceptionally long day, soonyoung comes home brimming with adrenaline. he does dance routines in your living room. he jogs around your block until you beg him to just come back. he sings in the shower before collapsing onto the bed next to you, where he suddenly becomes boneless. the glow of pride stays even as the exhaustion hits. he pulls you against him and cuddles right into you. to soonyoung, this is as good as any trophy: the peace that comes with falling asleep next to you.
wonwoo has no destination in mind. he has a car with a full tank, and a playlist of all his favorite songs, and you in the passenger seat. that's more than enough. you pass through tunnels with warm lighting; expressways where he keeps the windows down so the wind will whip at your hair. occasionally, you'll stop to grab a snack or take a photo of something interesting on the side of the street. after hours of just going in circles, he'll ask, "should we keep driving?" even though he knows you'd never deny him this. this. his little celebration in the form of getting 'lost' with you.
nobody hears from jihoon for the next couple of days. the managers are worried, but the boys all just shake their heads and say that he's in good hands. which means: he's wherever you are. the two of you don't talk about his speech, about his public breakdown, because both things make him want to hide forever. insteadâ he sleeps in. he watches movies from months ago that he promised he'd get to. the two of you go on walks at night, and have breakfast at lunch time. the vicious cycle will soon have to begin again. jihoon knows that. but for a few, precious moments, his heart is not a heavy burden because it's safe and sound in your capable hands.
seokmin takes you on the textbook definition of your perfect date. a shopping spree? here's his black card. an amusement park? he'll rent out lotte world for the day, if he must. you're understandably baffled. he's the one who just won big, and yet you're the one being treated like royalty. try to resist and he'll only push back on you. seokmin already spoils you enough as is, but this is just a little more over-the-top than the day-to-day stuff. at the end of it all, his rationale is as sweet as it gets. "you keep me going," he tells you. "and so you deserve just as much credit as i do."
mingyu has always liked to celebrate with a meal. you'd expected his usual fare of some swanky restaurant or high-end café, but, this time, he asks for only free reign of your kitchen. he props his phone up against the salt shaker and pulls up a youtube video before flashing you his best 'just-trust-me' grin. your trust is not misplaced; the two of you do manage to bake the celebratory cake, though whether it's any good is an entirely different story. the end result doesn't matter as much as the process. mingyu is happiest about the flour marks on your cheeks, about the kisses he steals while you whisk eggs. it's not a birthday cake, but you light up a candle for him anyway. just for the hell of it. "make a wish," you tease. he's looking straight at you as he blows at the flame.
minghao asks for a beach day. the two of you set out for the nearest one. maybe the sand is a bit rocky; the shore, lacking in shells. he doesn't care. he only seeks out the sun beating on his back, the saltwater clinging to his skin, the first punch of air after emerging from the water. as the stolen weekend winds to a close, the two of you sit at the point where the water lap at your toes. neither of you have to speak. here, minghao lets the tide wash away the ache of homesickness. here, minghao redefines 'home' as a future with the boys of his youth, with the music that is as constant as the wavesâ and with you, of course.
the ferry ride to jeju is about four or so hours long, but seungkwan doesn't mind. there's just something so right about getting on the first vessel that will take him back where he has family waiting with a homecooked meal and a play-by-play of the award show. besides, the ferry means having four hours of uninterrupted leisure time with you. the pair of you literally have nowhere else to be except this boat and this point in time, which seungkwan is a little guilty to be so happy about. he's a glutton for your time and attention, and these ferry ridesâ these trips homeâ remind him just how much he likes taking the scenic route.
vernon treats it almost like it's just another day. almost. you're thrown off by his initial nonchalance, by the lack of utter fanfare in the way he asks you out to lunch and the two of you barely discuss the recent accolades. when you prompt him about it, you realize it's not because of arrogance or ignorance. "we're just doing what we always do," he says with an expression of mild confusion. winning?, you almost inquire half-jokingly, but that's only part of it. he elaborates, "we were just ourselves, y'know?"
when chan suggests a rage room, you're understandably confused. the wrath-based activity doesn't seem like the most optimal celebration, but you're not about to cramp his style. the two of you queue the angriest songs known to man before smashing some defunct appliances and throwing empty bottles against a wall. once your time is up, chan looks at you with that familiar spark of fire in his eyes. that dedication you fell in love with, that passion that has always burned bright. "again?" he asks, and you know it's not just the rage room that he's asking for.
#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#àšà§ muse .á svt#àšà§ penned by ylangelegy#( sorry if this is a bti of a mess/all over the place/at varying lengths etc. )#( i'm a bit conked out and i'm Very Emotional and i hammerde this out in one sitting. )#( my svt ! i love u ! aaaah . good night )
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Prompt #8: Extra Credit
(Modern Fantasy AU with Aryn, Cedrik, Valen, and Ronove (as Jesse) Contains minor violence from a vampire attack.)
Valen sung his heart out to the crowd gathered here for the show tonight. His favorite backup dancers supporting him throughout the show all evening. None of them missing a beat with their steps. Not that he thought they would. No, his dancers were well skilled in their art. He matched them step for step as they had taught him for the song.
Swinging around to pause in the middle of the stage with his four dancers around him as the song was reaching it's climax. Running a teasing hand down the front of Aryn's body with a grin before he danced away and continued the song. Leaving the viera dancer to follow after him as they practiced. Only for Jesse to step between them an act like the jealous lover as the blue haired midlander put his hands on Aryn to stop him. Valen naturally singing about how to be a heartbreaker. Winking at one of the two female dancers as she pretended to swoon.
It was the final song of the night though thankfully. He was growing tired from performing for hours to a well packed crowd in the arena. The dancers and musicians were probably getting just as tired. Whose idea was it to perform for this long for a crowd anyways? Not that he didn't enjoy doing it. Maybe he ought to talk to them about having a break in the middle of a show.
Valen thanked the crowd as the song finished. With it the show for the night. Waving and blowing kisses towards his audience as he headed off stage to catch up with his crew.
"Great show, everyone!" Valen chirped happily as he draped one arm around Aryn's shoulders and the other around Jesse's. "I am so excited that it went so well. Did you see the size of that audience?"
"Naturally. How could we miss it?" Aryn laughed as he gave Valen a quick peck on the cheek before removing the singer's arm. "However you have an after party to go to according to your manager." Teasingly giving Valen a playful swat on the behind. "Besides I need to take Jesse to meet with his boyfriend~!" Sing-songing the last word.
"Haha. You act like we haven't been dating for months now." Jesse stuck his tongue out at Aryn as he slipped free of Valen as well. "Get going, Valentin. Don't keep your adoring fans waiting. I'm sure you want to get a quick shower and change before going to that party. You don't have time to shamelessly flirt with Aryn. I swear you two only ever have one thing on your minds."
Now Aryn gave Jesse a playful swat on the arm. The group of them were all close clearly by the way they all interacted. Friends from even before Valen started becoming popular with the masses. Aryn draped his arm over Jesse's shoulder as they waved Valen off.
"Well let's get going. Hate to keep that cutie of yours waiting. What was his name again? Lee?" Aryn asks teasingly, purposely getting the name wrong.
"Elijah." Jesse huffs and rolls his eyes before giving Aryn a gentle shove. "And I definitely don't want to be late. He's making dinner and I am -starving- after all that work."
Aryn and Jesse laughed warmly at a joke between them as they walked out the backdoor towards where their car was waiting. They often arrived together for shows to avoid them both fighting traffic. Especially since Valen often couldn't leave with them. The girls were nice but they preferred to go to the parties with Valen to connect with other people. Aryn was normally a party person himself most days. He just didn't like the host of this party so he'd offered to save Elijah the trouble of picking up Jesse later. Jesse wasn't keen on high traffic driving around the city.
Aryn frowned as he looked up. Was the alley this dark normally? He could have sworn the light was confirmed working when they setup the venue. The manager usually took things like this seriously for the safety of everyone. But now the light above was dark and the shadows seemed extra worrisome. Something didn't sit right with Aryn. But Jesse had kept walking, only stopping when he realized that Aryn wasn't following.
"What's wro--" Jesse's words cut off as something grabbed him. A pained scream soon followed.
"Jesse!" Aryn hollered as he raced down to try an help his friend. Skidding to a stop as he came upon what had grabbed Jesse. A set of bloody teeth grinned up at him from the creature that was holding a his limp friend. Magic sparkled at the tips of Aryn's hands as he prepared to have to fight whatever this thing was that had just decided to chew on Jesse. "Get away from him!"
"Ah you did save me one." Hissed a voice behind Aryn that made him spin around as glittering golden light surrounded his hands. Another of these things had snuck up behind him. Aryn swallowed hard as he looked between the pair. If he went after the one holding Jesse, he left himself open to attack by this new one. His ears drooped as he chewed on his bottom lip.
Just as the one behind him seemed prepared to leap at him, it went down with a strangled cry at Aryn's feet. A blade protruding from it's back. Aryn blinked in surprise as he stared at the man at the dimly lit area of the door they had come from earlier. One hand outstretched as if he'd been the one to throw the blade that had landed through the creature's heart with force. It was hard to make out the exact features of this mysterious man other than the telltale ears of a viera.
The man rushed forward before Aryn could react. Hand reaching out to grab the blade and rip it from the downed vampire's body. Breezing past the startled dancer to lunge at the other one holding Jesse. All Aryn could tell was his savior had a pale pink hair and moved with speed. The first vampire had quickly dropped Jesse as he attempted to escape the hunter that came for him.
Cedrik cut off the vampire's escape as he skidded to a stop right in the creature's path. Giving the thing a 'tsk' as he pushed off for another lunge. Swinging with first one blade, dodged by his foe. Only for the swing of the second blade to catch the vampire across the chest in a shallow wound. Spinning around to cleave a blade down in another swing as the vampire staggered. He was a dance of death with his blades.
Aryn watched, surprised, till he heard a weak groan come from his friend. Rushing to Jesse's side as he let this stranger handle the immediate danger for the moment. His still glowing hands went to the terrible would torn into Jesse's shoulder near the neck. So much blood. Aryn wasn't even sure when he'd started crying as he tried to stop the blood loss from being fatal. But the damage and what the vampire had drained was like fighting a losing battle.
"It's too late to save him." Cedrik stopped before where the two friends where once he was finished killing the other vampire. Cedrik crouched down as he gently took Aryn's chin in his hands. "I'm sorry."
Aryn's gold eyes blazed as he glared at Cedrik. He wanted to deny it with every fiber of his being. He wanted that to be false. But part of him knew it was true. Whatever had attacked them had taken Jesse from them.
"Come on. In case there are others still lurking about. They hunt in small packs if they hunt in a city. They will come for you." Cedrik stood and reached out to grab Aryn's arm to try and get him to come along.
"But... Jesse... I can't..." Aryn stammered as he didn't want to let his friend stay laying there. What would he tell Elijah? Or Valen? Seven hells... This had to be a nightmare that he just needed to wake up from.
Cedrik looked torn for a moment. He knew he should stab the dead man just to be sure he wouldn't turn. But to do that in front of this gorgeous dancer... He found himself unable to do so. Not when he'd liked watching this man dance. Something always drew him like a moth to a flame when it came to Aryn. He'd been here watching the show tonight just for a glimpse at the other man. Last thing he'd expected was for the vampires he was hunting for weeks to come after the dancers. He was partly at fault for letting himself relax long enough to enjoy the concert. One of the other dancers was now dead and it could have been Aryn. How close it had come to being Aryn laying in this alley dead and possibly soon to be a vampire if he turned.
"We have to. I'm sorry." Cedrik apologized again as he gave Aryn's arm a gentle tug to move the man to his feet. "Trust me, you don't want to be here if more come because I killed their friends."
Aryn looked down at Jesse's unmoving body, wanting to cry. He closed his eyes and took a breath before giving a resigned sigh. "Fine." It would be worse to end up like his friend had. Making a silent promise to come back for Jesse as soon as he was able. He would not let Jesse's final resting place be an alley. Besides he'd heard of an increase attacks on people in the area. This was why the manager had tried to be extra careful only to for things to still go wrong.
Cedrik tugged Aryn along as he moved to quickly leave the alley, hoping the other viera would keep up.
#FFxivWrite#FFxivWrite2024#Prompt 8#Modern Fantasy AU#A friend suggested this and Aryn an Valen ran with it#Cause the boys loved the idea of being a singer and the back up dancer XD#So now I have Valen as a singer and Aryn an Ronove as dancers for him and Cedrik as a vampire hunter#Yeah it's just gotten crazy now lol#But it was inspired by my friend and the song How to be a Heartbreaker by MARINA#Is Jesse going to become a Vampire named Ronove? Of course!#If my characters are going to insist on being part then I will make them suffer to be similar to who they are on XIV#An since Ronove is a voidal he can be a vampire in the AU#But Ronove being a vampire can be saved for another prompt or another extra credit day#So will there be more to this? Probably#Just going to call this a good stopping point for tonight
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#depraved ass omo shit idk?#couldnât stop thinking abt this fantasy tonightđ”#needing to pee rlly bad. like getting super desperate looking up at her w pleading puppy eyes n everything#just to have her coo at me thru my whines and whimpers like âaww whatâs wrong puppy?â .making me specifically say it and ask for permission.#then after seeing how desperate i am just going w faux sympathy âmmm nooo i think u can hold it! be a good puppy and hold it for mama<3â#but obviously im abt to fucking explodeđđđso i just plead and desperately beg and she just laughs at me like âmm no. u can hold it babyâ#but as i insist i canât anymore she just coos at me like âoh u canât? the puppy canât help themselves?âđđđđ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«#THIS IS ALL SO FUCKING HUMILIATING LIKE I WOULD GENUINELY BE CRYINF FROM EMBARRASSMENTđđđđđ#and she just keeps telling me i can hold it. đđtill i piss myself with the most humiliated sounding whine ever#just for her to coo/aww at me w the stupidest condescending voice ever âaww really? u couldnât help but make a mess of urself baby?âđ”âđ«đ#then call me fucking pathetic for losing control so easilyđthen also adding to the humiliation.#âoh my god. are u getting off to this? u like making a fuckin mess of urself like the filthy bitch u are?â#đđđđđđđđđđđđđ”âđ«#iâm fucking insane .#her <3#bonus points if tickling is involved in any way!đ#being tickled till u piss urselfđđȘœâš#being bulliedđđȘœâš
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Best friendâs dad
Ê ft. Toji Fushiguro
Ê cont: fem reader, legal age gap (r! is in college), virgin reader, dry humping, fingering, oral (f!r), so much dirty talk, teasing, sexual tension, mutual pining, rough sex, multiple orgasms, dacraphillia, unprotected sex, breeding kink, big dick Toji
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It wasn't at all uncommon for you to spend the night at Megumi's house, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't have alternative motives for wanting to stay the night so often. Luckily for you, Megumi didn't care much about your gross, taboo crush on his father. He wasn't completely unaware of how people looked at him in public, how solicitors lost their pitch when he opened the door.Â
Toji Fushiguro was one of the most handsome men you'd ever seen, so what if he was old enough to be your dad? Clicking the buttons on your car remote, it locked with a honk as you made your way up to the Fushiguro's front door, bag in hand, ready to spend the night yet again. Finals had just finished, meaning you two had some time to relax, maybe order some food, maybe convince Fushiguro to finally invite his long-time crush, Itadori, over to spend the night as well.Â
"It'll be perfect!" Your voice bordered on whining as you sat on your knees in front of Megumi and gripped his shoulders hard, shaking him back and forth. The dark-haired boy looked unimpressed, staring off into space as he waited for you to let go of him. "Look I even downloaded his favorite movies just for tonight!" You exclaimed, gesturing to the TV in front of you.
"How do you know his favorite movies?" Fushiguro asked, his eyes pointing at you like little slivers, his voice accusatory. "Relax loverboy, I asked for your sake." You deadpanned, shaking your head. You had been friends with Itadori almost as long as you'd known Megumi. When the three of you ended up at the same junior high all those years ago, you took the initiative to introduce them to each other, and the three of you have been inseparable ever since.Â
Megumi pouted and looked away, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. The three of you had hung out many times before, but never the two of them alone, and never at his house. Because of Fushiguro's dad, he didn't bring people home often. His dad was a bit crass and intimidating, he didn't want to scare away any possible friends by introducing them to his dad prematurely, so you were the only one of Megumi's friends he'd med, besides friends here and there in passing, only having seen them for a moment when Megumi had to stop by the house to grab something.Â
Fushiguro's groan made you snap your head away from the TV as you organized the movies in order so one would play after the other. Megumi had his face in his hands before he lifted his face, his hands dragging down the skin of his face. "What are you pouting about? I'm not taking no for an answer Fushiguro, tonight is the night." You said, emphasizing your words with your hands.
"It's not that... I'm worried about him meeting my dad." Megumi said, running a hand through his hair. You suppressed a giggle, covering your mouth, "He's not as scary as you think he is. Anyways, Itadori is good with people, he's not going to be put off by your dad Fushiguro." You said, watching Megumi's reaction to your words. He sighed, half rolling his eyes before they landed on yours. "You don't think he's scary because you're in love with him." Megumi deadpanned, looking almost disgusted at you.
You smirked, shaking your head. "I can think he's scary and hot at the same time." Megumi groaned at your words, he hated when you called his dad hot to his face. "Anyways if you're scared of that old man just say that., but Itadori will be different." You laughed, poking Megumi's shoulder. He quickly swatted at your hand, making you laugh and find the remote again.Â
"Who's an old man?" A deeper, more mature voice echoed from the hall. You weren't given long to brace yourself before Megumi's door was being pushed open by a socked foot, the large figure coming into view as Toji Fushiguro himself crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. You felt your heart race, all the saliva left your mouth in an instant, so much for not being scared of him.
"You. Get out." Megumi said plainly, not even bothering to look in the direction of his father. You on the other hand, had your eyes glued to the older man, your eyes not so subtly tracing down his body, taking in the eye candy in front of you shamelessly. The tight black shirt he was wearing accentuated his muscles, the ridges of his abs standing out clear as day through the fabric, making the previously scarce saliva return to your mouth.Â
You tried to resist the urge to stare at his bottom half when you realized he was wearing grey sweats. You don't know how those damn pants still had the ability to get you so hot when that's all you'd ever seen him wear, but they did the job well. Dragging your eyes back up his body, they landed on his face. Your heart nearly shot out of your mouth when you realized he was already looking at you. How long had he been watching you?
"I didn't see you when you came in," Toji said, tipping his head against the door. You almost missed the way his eyes looked over your body subtly as you sat on Megumi's bed, legs now crossed. You cleared your throat before you spoke, "I just got here, Mr. Fushiguro," You said, averting your eyes as you spoke. "Come find me and say hi next time, you're my favorite friend of Megumi's after all," Toji responded, taking the opportunity of you looking away to stare at how well your tits filled out the shirt you were wearing, your cleavage spilling out from the top.
It was rare you were wearing anything other than Megumi's clothes when you came over, so this was a sight for sore eyes, a sight he wasn't going to miss even if you caught him. After all, you were wearing that shirt in his house, he should have the right to look at you all he wants. His lidded eyes found your face once again, he didn't miss the way the tips of your ears had turned a bright red, he swallowed hard at the sight. You always got so fidgety so easy, he didn't even have to do anything.Â
"She's the only friend of mine you know, idiot," Megumi interjected, keeping his eyes on his phone as he typed away. Toji's smirk grew, his eyes staying locked on yours even as his son spoke. "Doesn't change a thing." He replied, his tone suggestive.
He held eye contact with you for a moment, maybe even a second too long, your heartbeat becoming the only thing you could hear in your ears before he looked away, his body peeling off the wall as he grabbed the handle and closed it behind him. "Knock next time!" Fushiguro yelled as he heard his father's footsteps descend away from his door, getting heavier and heavier.
You sighed long and hard before you fell face-first into Megumi's comforter, letting out a string of squealing. "You're so gross, don't do that in front of me," Megumi said, giving you a hard side eye as he tapped away on his phone. "Anyways... while you were flirting with my dad I uh, I invited Itadori. He'll be on his way soon." Megumi said. You don't think your body has ever moved as fast as it did at that moment.
Sitting up you grabbed the tops of Megumi's knees and shook them, the back of his head hitting against the headboard in the process as you voiced your excitement. "Megumiiiii! This is gonna be so great!" You exclaimed. Megumi everted his eyes, a pout forming on his face as he blushed harder, a hand covering his face in the process.
"Okay, okay, enough." He said, his eyes squinting as he looked at the wall. Once you finally let go of Megumi, you ranted about how the night was going to go, laying out your master plan for the boy. Megumi pretended to be uninterested the entire time, but you both knew how much he was actually hanging onto your every word. He wanted this to go smoothly just as much as you did.
When Yuuji finally arrived, the meeting with Mr. Fushiguro had gone better than he ever expected. Itadori, ever the polite boy he was, ran excitedly up the the older Fushiguro and shook his hand with the grip of a thousand men, shaking it as he spewed praises about the man's son. Toji gave a knowing smirk to the dark-haired boy behind his friend as he desperately tried to pry Itadori away from his dad.
So far, everything was going to plan. Dinner had been eaten, and gossip had been spilled, mostly by you and Itadori, but Megumi was happy to be there, despite his scowl that said otherwise. Now the three of you were sat on the bed, ready to watch Itadori's favorite movies, unbeknownst to the pink-haired boy. You had purposefully left out the part in your plan where you were going to excuse yourself from the room when the movie started to allow Megumi and his long-time crush some alone time, as you knew Megumi probably wouldn't have invited him over in that case.Â
You rested on your side at the end of the bed by the boy's feet, who sat together against Megumi's headboard, shoulders just inches away from touching, each time you glanced over at them the smile you gave Megumi combined with your wiggling eyebrows made him kick you in the back, an action Itadori seemed to miss.Â
The room was dark as the movie came to life, a blanket draped over the bottom half of your body as you stared blankly at the TV, trying to pretend to be interested in the freaky and confusing plot of Itadori's favorite movie. You guessed Megumi was feeling the same way since you two shared the same taste in movies. Only he actually had a reason to pretend to be interested, you didnt.Â
Before you fell asleep and ruined your master plan, you slid off the bed, trying not to get in the way of the TV. You threw the blanket on top of the two boys' legs, hoping at some point they would adjust it and get cozy together. Both boys looked over your way as you stood on your feet before looking back at them. "Bathroom?" Itadori asked, tilting his head at you like a puppy.
"Ah... Something like that, I'll be back in a second!" You said, putting on your best sincere smile as you looked between the boys. Yuji looked away first after acknowledging your words, Megumi stayed staring, a look on his face that read, Don't do this to me. You smiled, your eyes crinkling at the corners as you mouthed, "This is for your own good." Making Megumi press his lips tightly together in response. You swear you saw his eye twitch before you turned around and started for the door.
Closing Megumi's bedroom door behind you as quietly as possible, you pressed your back against it, smiling to yourself. Your eyes darted around the dark and quiet hallway as you tried to figure out what you were going to do to pass the time. The movie was almost three hours after all. You decided to head to the living room after a couple of moments of pondering.Â
Toji would most likely be in his room by now, leaving you the kitchen and living area to yourself, the perfect place to lounge around by yourself as you gave the boys some space. As you tiptoed past Toji's room, you noticed it was completely silent through the door, not even a crack of light peaking under the wood. Toji had horrible sleeping habits from what you conjured since spending so much time here, so it was unusual for him to be asleep at this time, but it wasn't unusual for him to be in his room at this hour.Â
You grabbed the railing as you fumbled in the darkness, tiptoeing down the stairs as you made your way to the living area. You were about to sigh in relief when you finally made it down the stairs without falling when you saw a faint blue light flashing from the direction of the living area. Poking your head around the corner, you caught a glimpse of the back of Toji's head.Â
You felt your mouth run dry when your eyes focused in the dark and took in the expanse of Toji's bare arms and neck. Squinting your eyes, you could see his shoulders were bare too. Was he shirtless? It was then that you saw the towel slung over the back of the couch under Toij's large arm, his hair that glowed in the light of the TV appearing to be damp.Â
You felt your face heat up. You've seen Toji shirtless before, and each time his impressive physique was in front of you, it made it impossible for you to focus on anything but how many indents were in between each of his abs. You tucked your head back behind the wall, Toji now out of view as you pressed your back against the wall.Â
There was nowhere else in the house you could wait out the movie, besides maybe the bathroom, but if Itadori or Fushiguro needed to use the bathroom, it would be over. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and took deep, slow breaths, trying to calm your heart as you gathered the courage to walk out into the room.
Maybe you would get lucky and Toji wouldn't acknowledge your presence as you sat on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, away from him and his insane body. Although you had told Megumi you weren't scared of him, you were partially lying. You were intimidated, especially when you were faced with him on your own.
Even after all your years of knowing Megumi, you've had very few conversations with Toji one one-on-one, never lasting long enough to get past the "How's your day?" question before Megumi popped back into the room and dragged you away. Your heart was still racing even after taking so many deep breaths, the past conversations you'd had with him replaying over and over in your head, unknowingly stressing you out.
After a few more moments of internal struggle, you peeled your ridged body off the wall and walked into the living area, trying to ignore Toji as you b-lined for the kitchen, an almost constipated look on your face as you held your breath. Toji turned his head around to face you when he heard your footsteps, his dark eyes following your body as you walked right past him without uttering so much as a word.
Just when you thought you'd gotten lucky, a very familiar, deep, pussy wetting voice echoed quietly through the almost silent room. "Ignoring me again? My feelings might get hurt if you keep this up." Your back was to him as you held the handles of the cabinet, freezing in place. You pressed your lips together in defeat, your eyes shutting for a brief moment before you turned on your heels to look at him.Â
Only the Toji Fushiguro who was sitting on the couch just moments ago was now leaning forward on the back of the bar chair on the opposite side of the kitchen island from you, one large hand gripping the back of the chair, the other holding a beer bottle. Sure enough, your eyes hadn't been deceiving you back then. Toji was completely shirtless, his sweats hung lowly on his hips. You prayed he didnt catch the way your eyes flitted down his body, staring long enough to notice the veins on his v-line, before you caught yourself.
You met his eyes for only a moment before you looked away, your body stuttering as you turned around and reached back up to the cabinet for a glass, a heat creeping up your neck.
"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you." You said, clearing your throat before you spoke. You shut the cabinet quietly before stepping over to the sink and filling your glass. "Such a sweetheart." Toji praised, his words making your hand squeeze the glass a little tighter.Â
Toji took the chance to rake his eyes down the back of your body. He could easily see how tense you were, how the muscles in your arms and back tensed and released each time he spoke. You were almost vibrating with nervousness, and he was eating it up. You locked eyes with him as you turned around, sitting back against the sink, your legs pressed tightly together, looking ever so ridged.Â
"What are you doing down here anyways huh? Thought you were watchin' a movie with the boys." Toji asked, bringing his beer to his lips, all while keeping his eyes on you. You hesitated before you spoke, you knew Toji didn't care about things like two boys being together, but you didn't know if he knew Megumi was into boys. "Just uh... not my kinda movie." You said, quickly bringing the glass to your lips to hide your lie.Â
"Mmm," Toji responded, keeping his eyes on yours even after you looked away. "Wanna watch a movie with me then? I'll let you pick 'n everything." Toji said, tilting his head over to the couch. If your mouth wasn't dry before, it was now. It was so impossibly hard not to ogle his body. It was right in front of you, and he was so toned and impressive like he spent years on it. It's like he wanted someone to look at it, to appreciate it. And god if you were given the chance, you would.Â
You had no real reason not to accept his invitation, besides the fact that you were positive you were already drenching your panties, and you weren't sure if you could hold a coherent conversation with him without panting like a dog and staring at his body like he's some piece of meat. You rubbed your lips together nervously before your eyes found him again and you nodded.
A smirk spread across Toji's features, one that made your knees weak. "Good. You wanna beer or anything first?" Toji offered before he rounded the counter and placed the empty bottle by the sink, his body now dangerously close to yours. Each time he was this close to you, it was impossible to not think about how prominent your size difference was. He was bigger than you in every way, it made you shiver.
"Please." You responded, nodding. A drink would either help you fucking relax, or make your horniess and self-awareness ten thousand times worse, you would find out soon, but you had to try something and quick before you pounced on him. "So polite too. Love that." Toji smiled before you felt a heavy pressure against your head. His hand retracted before you could even register what happened.
You were stuck staring blankly at the expanse of his large, toned back as he opened the fridge and grabbed two new beers, holding the tops of them in one hand between his fingers. He looked at you over his shoulder as gestured with his head toward the TV before he started for it, you following hot on his trail.Â
Toji sat down first, his legs spreading wide as he patted the cushion next to him, inviting you to sit down. The TV was on, but muted, only colorful lights illuminated his and your bodies as you stood in front of the TV. Toji leaned forward and started taking the caps off your beers while you got situated next to him.
You kept your distance a bit as you finally sat down, the purposeful action not being missed by the ever-so-observant man next to you. "Don't be scared sweetheart, I won't bite," Toji said teasingly, resting his arm close to you out over the back of the couch behind you as he held your beer out for you with his other. "Sorry." You mumbled, taking the drink from his hand.Â
"You scared of me? After all this time?" Toji laughed, his body angled a little towards you, his knee almost bumping into yours as you sat formally next to him, legs pressed firmly together. You were about to continue when Toji spoke first, adding, "Is it 'cos I'm your boyfriend's dad?" You swear in that moment the world stopped rotating on its axis. The reaction you gave him was the most emotion he's seen from you all night.
Leaning closer to Toji, you scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion, a look of almost disgust plastered on your face. "You think Megumi is my boyfriend??" you asked incredulously, making Toji's eyes open a bit in response to your visceral reaction. "I figured from how often you spend the night over here. Always hangin' out in his bedroom with the door shut." Toji said, a look of amusement on his face.
Your hands shot up in front of you as you quickly waved them back and forth, shaking your head from side to side at the same time. "Ohhhhh nonononono, no. NO." You said, your tone getting firmer with every no you uttered. Toji let out a deep chuckle, the sound warming you up from the inside out. "Sorry, guess I should've assumed then," Toji said before he reached out and patted your knee, making your body go ridged again.
The touch was gone before you knew it, much like the one in the kitchen. "I don't have to feel bad then," Toji mumbled under his breath before he took a gulp of his drink. You were going to ask him to repeat what he said before he spoke again, cutting you off. "So, you gotta boyfriend then? Can't imagine he's so cool with you sleepin' over at some other guy's house so often." Toji pushed, his eyes tracing over your form almost unnoticeably from the sides of his eyes.Â
Your eyes were not in front of you, watching the colors and words on the TV change as you took in his words while you sipped on your drink, the bitter liquid making your throat burn as it went down. "No, I've never had a boyfriend." You said, your body relaxing against the couch as you were swept up in thought.
Toji found this extremely enticing, his knee closest to you bending on the couch as he now turned his body fully to face you, drink resting against his knee as he held his face with his palm, elbow resting against the back of the couch. "No? You're such a pretty little thing, can't imagine you'd run into problems finding a boyfriend." Toji's praise made your whole body vibrate with a newfound heat. You kept your body facing forward but turned your head to face him, unable to stop yourself from running your eyes down his body once before you found his eyes.
"It's not like I've never had crushes or anything, but all throughout high school, and even now in college, Megumi... he scares guys away." You say, sighing before you look away. "He doesn't mean to, but he can come off as intimidating sometimes, so guys don't approach me when he's around... which is most of the time." You finish, shaking your head.
Toji hummed in acknowledgment as he listened to you speak, all the while staring shamelessly at your tits from the side, his eyes dark. "You want a boyfriend?" He asked, sipping on his beer while he kept his eyes on your chest. He swallowed hard when you leaned fully back against the couch abruptly, your cleavage jiggling from the top of your shirt. You placed the beer bottle between your thighs and rubbed your knees, your face screwing in all kinds of ways as you thought.
"Sometimes." You replied when you had decided on an answer. Toji could tell you were much more relaxed now. Leaning forward, he plucked your half-empty drink from between your thighs and placed it on the coffee table, along with his own before he went back to resting on his hand like nothing happened. The small gesture had made your heart race again after it had been so calm too.
Your palms felt sweaty as you rubbed your knees, suddenly so acutely aware of his eyes on you. "Why's that?" Toji pushed, his knee threatening to bump into yours. He hadn't moved, but he seemed so much closer now. Or maybe it was just your senses heightening as you were suddenly more aware of his arm behind your shoulders, his collarbones flexing every time he moved.
You shrugged before looking at him, turning your face fully to look at him this time, your legs staying firmly pressed together. You felt yourself throb when your eyes locked on his, his gaze darker and more intense than before. "You want someone to take care of you?" Toji asked, keeping his wording vague on purpose to tease you. And tease you it did. You tried to rub your thighs together subtly as your eyebrows furrowed with your growing arousal.
You tried to keep your eyes on his as you nodded. You didn't know if it was your own arousal and slight tipsyness, but the air in the room seemed to shift. Toji reached out and caressed your face with the palm of his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek. His touch was so delicate compared to how rough his skin felt against you. "You drunk?" Toji asked, probably noticing the fuzziness in your eyes, only it wasn't from the alcohol.
"No." You replied, leaning against his touch instinctively despite every alarm going off in your head that was telling you you shouldn't be doing this. "You look warm, you sure? Can't even look at me right." Toji teased, cocking his head to the side as he ran his hand up to your forehead, feeling how hot your skin felt. You pressed your thighs together harder, feeling yourself throb as he touched you so freely. "It's not 'cos of the alcohol." You whispered, part of you hoping he wouldn't catch your words.
Toji's smirk grew before he dragged his eyes up from your plush lips to your eyes, his gaze dark and telling. "No?" He asked, his eyebrows raising in question. "What is it then?" Toji pushed, subtly and slowly leaning closer to you, trying to get you to open up to him. Just when you were about to answer, the sound of someone falling down the stairs shook you out of the headspace you were in.
Toji didn't even flinch, instead turning his head to look at the source of noise as you jerked your body away from him, putting some distance between yourselves as his hand dropped from your face. A few moments later the familiar siloet of Yuji Itadori popped out from behind the wall, rubbing the back of his head in pain. He froze in place when he saw the two of you staring at him before his head tilted in confusion.
"Huh? What are you doing down here?" You suppressed the urge to giggle as you stared at the pink-haired boy who quickly resumed his pace for the kitchen. "Oh uh, just wasn't super into the movie." You lied through your teeth, the shakiness in your voice only making sense to the older man in front of you whose attention was now on you, his eyes staring right through you.Â
"Oh, I'm sorry, we can watch something else if you want." Itadori offered sweetly as he grabbed two cans of soda out from the fridge before closing it and walking up behind the couch. Your eyes almost shot out of your sockets when you felt a warm hand engulf your thigh. Your eyes shot over to Toji's for half a second before they were back on Yujis. "No worries!" You said, shaking your hands out in front of you, praying he wouldn't get any closer to notice Megumi's dad's hand on your thigh, his thick rubbing teasing circles against it.Â
"Me and Mr. Fushiguro are watching something instead! Go spend some alone time with Megumi!" You said, shaking your head rapidly, trying to ignore how hot you felt between your thighs as you placed your hand on top of the older Fushiguro's, begging him not to tease you right now. That only made him slide his hand up further, the tips of his fingers teasing right under the fabric of your shorts, making you suppress a whimper.Â
Itadori smiled at your words, the tips of his ears turning red. "Yeah, alright." He said, nodding at you, "But if you change your mind, the movie doesn't have that much left so you can join us whenever!" He was so kind, you felt so bad you didn't comprehend a single word he said as you dug your nails into Toji's wrist, who was now licking his lips as his fingers were lost deeper and deeper under your shorts.
You nodded, making sure the pink-haired boy was out of sight and up the stairs before you let out the breath you were holding. "What are you doing?" You stuttered, your words coming out breathy and needy. Toji slid his hand fully under the fabric of your shorts before he gripped the fat of your thighs, his thumb pinching the fat right next to your panties, making your eyes flutter.
"You were gonna tell me what had you all squirmy before that kid came down here," Toji said, retracting his hand from under your shorts, leaving your skin feeling hot where he last touched it. Your brain was short-circuiting at this point. No one had ever touched you the way Toji was touching you right now, and you had no idea why he was. You couldn't stop yourself from dragging your eyes down his torso and falling on his lap.
There was an extremely noticeable bulge in his sweat where his cock was, making you swallow all the saliva in your now dry mouth. Toji licked his lips as he watched your eyes trail over his body, making him feel hot. "I see the way you look at me," Toji whispered before the hand he held on the back of the couch slid down to the back of your neck, gripping your nape.
"I-" you were about to respond when he continued, "I hear you. Hear the way you talk about me to my son." Toji adds, making any denial or rebuttal you had vanished in an instant. "I feel the way you're pressing your thighs together right now." The grip on your neck tightened before his fingers started rubbing against you, sliding a bit down your back before caressing back up to your nape.Â
"I've been around long enough to notice when a woman is aroused." You swallowed hard at his insinuating words. "You a virgin?" Toji continued, his question making your veins run cold. "Cos you're sure actin' like one." He laughed at his own words, making your face heat up in embarrassment. "Mr. Fushiguro..." You started, unsure of what you even wanted to say as you whispered his name, pouting at him,
"You said you want someone to take care of you right?" He asked before the hand on your nape was sliding down your back again. His arm wrapped around your torso and pulled you close to him, making your heart race in your chest, the sound of it loud in your ears. Using his other hand he situated you on his lap, spreading your thighs over his, the neediest part of you pressing right on top of his crotch, which was hard and hot under you.
"Tell me you want this and I'll make you feel so good pretty girl, not into forcing a girl to do shit she doesn't wanna do," Toji said, making you swallow hard at his words. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what he was like in bed before. He was so domineering and intimidating, he seemed like the kind of guy who wanted you to verbalize what you wanted in bed, and you were quickly finding out that was true.
One of Toji's large hands rested on your upper thigh as his other reached up and caressed your cheek, trying to get you to relax. "What if Megumi or Itadori comes down here? What if we get caught?" You whisper, averting your eyes from his when his lustful gaze proved too much to handle. Toji could feel how your cunt pulsed and throbbed on top of him even through all the layers of clothes. He knew Megumi didn't care about your crush on him, and he knew even more that you wanted this. You were just nervous and he would say anything you wanted to reassure you.
"No one is coming down here," Toji said, caressing your thigh. "It's just you and me sweet thing," Toji emphasized his words by pressing his hips up into yours, his hard cock pressing harder against you, making your eyes flutter shut for a second. After a few more moments of Toji patiently caressing your face, waiting for your brain to work and decide your answer, you finally nodded before speaking the words that sealed your fate, "I want it."
Toji smiled before he thrust his hips slowly up against you again, watching how your body relaxed from the shallow teasing. "Want what?" He asked, licking his lips as he kept his eyes on yours. Your breathing was now fast and staggered as you met his hips with your own, slowly rolling your cunt against him, bringing yourself some relief. "Want you to make me feel good." You responded, your face growing hotter at the admission.
Toji picked up the pace of his hips, your body now bouncing on top of his as he dry-humped you a little faster. He dropped his hand from your face and placed both of them behind you on your hips, helping you rock yourself against him. "Yeah?" He responded, his eyebrows furrowing together as he teased you. "Want me to make you feel good?" He teased, his hands grip on your hips bruising. "Want me to make you cum?" His words made you nod your head furiously as whimpers fell from your lips, his part cock rubbing perfectly against your clit through all the layers of clothing.Â
He groaned through his teeth, his eyes falling shut for a moment as he rested his head back against the couch, watching the way your almost limp body rocked on top of him, your hands grabbing firmly on his forearms, steadying yourself. "Wanted you for so long, you know that?" Toji confessed, feeling his cock drip pre-cum steadily into his boxers. He was leaking so much, he felt like a teenager again.
You whined at his words, one of your hands leaving his forearm to press against your mouth, half to suppress your noises, half to cover yourself out of embarrassment. "Wanted to fuck you every time I saw you walk around my house in nothing but a t-shirt." He continued babbling, dragging you faster along his clothed cock. "Had to fucking rub one out every time you looked at me with those pretty eyes, so submissive 'n scared." You caught a gasp behind your hand. He got off to you? He's been getting off to you?
"Haven't been able to fuck anyone but my fist since I set my eyes on you." Toji groaned, his cock throbbing hard against his pants as he spoke, his voice getting rougher. "You gonna let me fuck you tonight?" Toji asked, smiling with his mouth slightly parted, arousal leaking out of his words. Looking down at his cock, you could see how big it was even covered by his sweats. Sure you had fucked yourself on a dildo before, but nothing compared to Toji's size.
"I don't... I don't know how to" You started, uncovering your mouth as you spoke, your eyes finding him again. "Don't worry about a thing sweetheart, just gotta lay there while I drill my cock into you." You screamed internally, how could he say such shameless things so easily? "Okay, okay you can fuck me." you said quietly, your eyebrows furrowing together as you spoke, keeping your eyes on him.
The groan that left Toji's lips was raw and unrestrained, if his cock and balls didn't ache before, they sure as hell did now. "Good choice princess, I'll fuck you so good," Toji promised. He only let you rock back and forth a few more times before he spun your body around and placed your back against his chest, your legs being spread apart by his large hands. "Can't take this dry-humping shit anymore though. Gonna blow my load in my pants if we keep that up." Toji groaned, almost pouting. He was more sensitive than he would care to admit, just a few minutes of dry humping and he was already ready to cum.
You tried to focus on what was happening now as you took in the woody, familiar smell of Toji's scent. His abs felt so hard agaisnt your back, and his breath that was tickling your shoulders and neck each time he exhaled sent shivers down your spine, he was so close, so all-consuming, so overwhelming. Your head was being forced to the side by his own as he dropped his head down to the crook of your neck and began sucking against your pulse point, making you gasp into the air.
"Keep m' open," Toji whispered, his voice deep against your ear as he released one of your legs and slowly dragged his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, tickling your skin. You felt yourself throb each time he got closer and closer to where you needed him most. "You masturbate?" Toji asked, his lips disconnecting from your neck and switching to your ear, his sharp teeth nibbling against the shell of it.
His words caught you off guard as you looked down between your legs to watch his hand that was getting dangerously close to your cunt. You hesitated before nodding. You felt his cock twitch against your ass. His fingers hovered just above your cunt as you subtly wiggled against him, trying to get him to touch you. "How do you do it?" He pressed before tapping his fingers against your clit, pausing after every few touches.
You moaned and wiggled against him, trying to be as conscious as possible about how loud you were being. "Mr. Fushiguro-" You whined, not wanting to answer his embarrassing question. "Toji." He corrected before continuing, "Do you rub your clit till you cum? Do you finger yourself? Both?" His voice was so deep and rough next to your ear, that you couldn't help but moan. "Both..." You whispered, your eyes squeezing shut. Toji groaned before he slipped his hand under your shorts and panties with ease before finding your clit expertly and rubbing it.
It felt so hot in your shorts, the wetness of your cunt was rubbing against the back of his hand from how drenched your panties were. "Like this?" Toji asked, his eyes staring at your pretty face that was screwed in pleasure, your mouth falling open and closed like a fish out of water. His fingers were so large, and he rubbed your clit perfectly with just his middle finger, small quick circles rubbing expertly against the little bud.
"What do you think about when you touch yourself?" He continued, his voice only trying the knot in your stomach even deeper. "You think about gettin' fucked in your tight virgin pussy? Think about someone's mouth on you?" His fingers were faster now, small noises of slickness were spilling out from your panties, echoing into your ears from how wet you were. "T-think about you" You cried, your legs flexing as they fought to stay open, obeying Toji's words.
Toji groaned before he started rubbing his fingers lower, right over your wet, slick-covered hole. "You flatter me. So it's my cock you think about fucking you." Toji grinned as he singled out his middle finger and pressed it against your hole, your pussy greedily swallowing up his finger as he watched your jaw fall open. "So fucking tight..." Toji mumbled under his breath before he slowly pumped it in and out of you, curling his finger upwards to rub against your g-spot each time it was inside.Â
"Toji-" You gasped, your abdominal muscles clenching each time he thrust his finger into you. "You ever think about my tongue on your pussy?" He asked, kissing the side of your face and jawline, teasing you with his plush lips. You nod quickly, your breathing now erratic and high-pitched. Toji pulled his finger almost completely out before he reentered your cunt with a second finger, the stretch from his thick fingers making you furrow your eyebrows together, but the discomfort subsided fast.
Toji kept his fingers fully inside you and opted to just curl them rapidly against your g-spot rather than thrust them in and out, resulting in his warm palm pressing firmly against your clit. Your eyes shot open at the intense feeling, your head dropped to watch his hand bulge out from under your shorts. "That feels good huh?" He asked, smiling as your smaller hands gripped tightly around his thick forearm as he got you off.Â
"I'm gonna cum-" You cried, your head falling back against his shoulder. Toji repressed the urge to speed up his fingers as he watched you start to unravel on him, his excitement growing the more debauched he watched you get. By now, Toji's entire palm and fingers were covered in your slick, and your panties and shorts were as good as ruined. Just when you thought you were about to get pushed off the edge, an idea popped into Toji's head, resulting in him stopping and pulling his fingers out completely.
You didn't even have time to complain before you were on your back on the sofa and your shorts and panties were being pulled off your legs, and thrown onto the floor to be forgotten about. "Wha-" Toji looked so serious and needy, his cock poking straight out of his pants, looking almost painful. The underside of your thighs was being pushed up as Toji lay between your thighs. He wasted no time in latching his lips around your clit and sucking, hard.Â
He placed your legs on his shoulders and kept you firmly against his face with his hand pressing against one of your thighs around his head. You covered your mouth with one hand and gripped his hair harshly with the other, your nails scratching his head as your back arched at the intense pleasure. Toji groaned against you, sending vibrations through your pussy as he shook his head back and forth. You felt that familiar pressure inside of you when Toji slipped his other hand under his mouth and continued fingering you again.
In seconds you were already worked back up to your high. "Fuck!" You yelled behind your hand, your thighs squeezing around his head. "H-haah I'm gonna cum Toji- T-toji- Toji I'm cummin-" The older man smiled against your before he took your clit back in his mouth, shaking his head rapidly as he curled his fingers hard into your g-spot, pulling your orgasm out of you.
Toji's cock throbbed painfully in his boxers when your pussy squeezed around his fingers, feeling like they were going to cut off his circulation. His eyes stayed on your face as he took in the way you looked when you orgasmed, not wanting to miss a single reaction despite how badly his eyes wanted to roll back in his head. "Good fucking girl" Toji growled, squeezing your thigh before he smacked it softly. "You taste so fucking good on my god." Toji groaned in disbelief, sucking your cum off his fingers shamelessly.Â
You were still catching your breath when Toji sat up. Your eyes were all out of focus and your body twitching in the aftershocks but you still saw the way Toji jerked himself off through his pants as he sucked your cum off his fingers from the slick on his chin. "I gotta get inside you, I can't take much more." Toji groaned, his wet hand rubbing up and down your thigh. He kept his eyes on yours as you watched him reach into his sweats and pull his cock out.Â
Just as you suspected, it was huge. His tip looked so angry and you could see how hard he was throbbing. String after string of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock as he spread his wetness down his length, lubing himself up for you. "It's so big, is it gonna fit?" You asked, covering your cunt with your hand as you pressed your thighs together, still breathing heavily. Toji continued to stroke himself off as he climbed over you, his hand caging you under him. "I'll make it fit." He whispered, making you whine.
"Lay on your stomach for me princess, legs together and straight out behind you," Toji instructed. You did as you were told. Your upper half was still clothed in a t-shirt, but your bare ass was exposed to Toji's eyes as you flipped over, pressing your thighs together. Toji reached behind him and grabbed a small decorative pillow. "Knew this stupid shit would come in handy for something," Toji said, laughing to himself as he let go of his cock and lifted your hips off the couch before stuffing the pillow under your pelvis.
"I'll feel better this way," Toji told you as he sat back on his heels, pulling your ass apart to get a better view of your cunt as he jerked off over your ass. "Why?" You asked, resting your head on the side of your crossed arms as you looked at Toji from your peripherals. Toji smiled at you as he leaned over your body, his hips flush against your ass as he rubbed his cock between your cheeks, his hand resting on the couch next to your head.
"You remember that spot I was rubbin' inside you a second ago? The one that made you cum so fast?" Toji teased, making you look away in embarrassment before you nodded, trying to focus on his words instead of his cock rubbing between your ass. "It'll put pressure on your tummy where that spot is, so when I fuck you It'll be pressin' against my cock, makes it feel realll intense," Toji explained as he angled his cock down to the entrance of your pussy, trying to distract you with his words.Â
"You think I can handle it?" You asked, suddenly a little nervous. You had already gone dumb just from a few fingers, you had no idea how you were going to react to his cock. Toji pressed the tip of his cock against your tight little hole teasingly, slowly pressing against it to see how much force it would take to fuck into you. "You can handle it because you're my good girl aren't you?" Toji asked, watching your face as he nudged your pussy lips apart, pressing his cock into you.
Your face screwed in pleasure as you nodded, keeping your eyes on his as he slowly fed you his cock. Tears began to well up in your eyes as your jaw fell open in a silent scream. Toji's head felt like it was filled with clouds, your pussy was making him dumb and he was only two inches inside. The older man cooed at your pathetic face before he leaned forward and captured your lips in a messy kiss, immediately forcing his tongue between your lips and into your mouth, overwhelming you.
The two of you groaned into the other's mouth as he penetrated you, finding a little more resistance than he expected even though you had already come once and were so wet and soft inside. "I got you, relax baby girl, gotta loosen up so I can fuck you," Toji whispered between kisses, his voice strained and hoarse as he tried to talk you through it.
Hot tears fell down your cheeks as you did your best to relax your cunt around him, letting him slide in easier. "There you go, I got you, I got you." Toji's words were much softer compared to his mean cock that was bullying your pussy and stretching you open. You slid one of your hands under your tummy between the pillow and pressed against your pelvis. It felt so tight and full. Toji groaned at the added pressure as he gave you a second to adjust to his size.Â
"It- It's so big." You said between gasps. "But you took the whole thing," Toji said, pressing his lips to the side of your face. Your walls clenched around him rhythmically, the pain slowly turning into pleasure the more you cockwarmed him. "Ready for me to move?" Toji suggested, more out of his own impatience than anything. He didn't know how much longer he could take feeling you squeeze around him without moving his hips.Â
You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation. "That's my girl." He said before he pulled his hips out and slammed them back against you. From the position and the pressure on your lower stomach, his cock jabbed right into your sweet spot, making you kick your knees up and release a loud moan, one that made Toji lean over your back and press his hand firmly over your mouth. His weight against you felt suffocating but calming as he stayed still, throbbing inside you.
Toji released a small, deep laugh against your ear as your eyes stared at the floor all out of focus. "Shhhhh... you gotta be quiet for me princess. You don't want me to have to stop if we get caught, right?" Toji asked, his voice full of teasing. You shook your head quickly, trying to bounce your hips back into his, your moans and gasps muffled by his hand, now only puffs of air able to escape your nose.Â
"Yeah, me neither," Toji whispered against his ear before he started humping into you again, his hips smacking against your ass lewdly with every thrust. If either of the boys even left the sanctity of Megumi's room, the loud sounds of skin slapping together would be heard from down the stairs, giving you away, but Toji didn't care. Not with the way your cunt was sucking him in.
You whined at the loss each time he pulled his cock out of you, but your eyes rolled back in your head as a lewd moan left your lips when he fucked it back inside you, the warmth in your belly returning. Toji could feel himself leak inside your cunt, his balls throbbing with each thrust.
He buried his head in the crook of your neck and wrapped his other hand under your tummy, pressing it against yours that rested against your tummy. "You feel me in there?" Toji groaned into your ear, rolling his hips in circles against your ass as he emphasized his words, making you feel his cock inside you from outside your tummy. You groaned into his hand, your pretty eyes rolling back in your head at the feeling.
"I'm so fucking deep, balls fucking deep." Toji groaned, already pussydrunk as he babbled nonsense while he crushed you with his body weight. His chest was so hot and sweaty against your back as your shirt riding up with each of his thrusts, but his warm skin didnt feel too bad agaisnt your ass. "Mhmm-mhmm" You whined against his hand, nodding your head at his words as hot tears spilled down your cheeks.
"Best fucking pussy I ever had, so warm n' soft, makin' me feel like I'm gonna cum already." Toji laughed, biting down on the shell of your ear. Your knees kicked and curled helplessly behind him each time he fucked his fat cock inside your cunt, overwhelming you. Each time he spoke it made you clench tighter and tighter around him, his voice was even more sexy when he was pussy-drunk. You prayed this wouldn't just be a one-time thing. Now that you finally crossed this line, you hoped it would stay that way.
"Harder-" You moaned against his hand, the plea coming out muffled. "Wan' me to fuck you harder? I can do that for you baby." Toji grinned at your eagerness before he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock remained inside you then slammed it all in at once, making your eyes roll back in your head.Â
He gave you no time to even process his change in roughness before he was beating your pussy up ruthlessly, his cock slamming straight into your sweet spot. You shook your head back and forth against Toji's hand as your eyebrows furrowed and you felt yourself get worked up to yet another orgasm. "Toji!" You screamed against his palm, his name getting broken up between your moans. Toji released your mouth and grabbed your chin, turning your head to the side so he could kiss you again.
He swallowed your moans greedily as he fucked his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was full of teeth and tongue, saliva spilling down your chin from how messy it was. Toji was now panting into your mouth, his hips getting rougher but sloppier as he used your cunt to reach his orgasm. "Toji- Toji I think m' gunna cum!" You whined as he kept kissing you while you spoke, his head completely in the clouds.
"Let me feel it, cum on my cock baby, cmon, cum on me," Toji begged, his voice breathier and needier than before. Your orgasm crashed over you only seconds later, your cunt contracting around Toji ten times tighter than before. He couldn't even mind that you were now moaning freely into the air as his lips detached from yours, his head falling into the crook of your neck as the muscles in his legs trembled from the feeling of you squeezing him.
"Ohmygod." Toji grit through his teeth, his eyes rolling back in his head as you spasmed around him, your cum dripping down his balls. "Gonna cum too pretty, gonna let me cum inside? Get you all full of my cum? Huh?" Toji asked, biting down on your shoulder hard as he waited for your answer. Despite how fucked out you were, you still had half a mind to nod at him, chants of his name falling from your lips as you begged him to cum inside you.
"I'm gonna give it to you baby, fuck- oh fuck it's coming- I'm cumming!" Toji's teeth nearly broke the skin of your shoulder from how hard he bit down as his orgasm hit him. His hips stilled against your ass save for jerking and spasming of his body as he released his seed deep inside your cunt, long, deep groans spilling from between his lips. "Take it, f-fucking take it, milk my fucking cock." Toji groaned.
You felt his abs clenching against your lower back as he emptied his balls inside you, a sudden warmth filling up your tummy as he filled you to the brim with his seed. You both gasped heavily against one another, fighting to catch your breath. "Fuck.." Toji groaned, "Haven't cum that hard in my life, thought I was gonna pass out." He laughed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pushing his sweaty chest off your back.
Toji sat back on his knees as he pulled out his cock, gripping the base of it as he did. Toji smirked when you whined as he slipped his cock out of you, his cum spilling from your hole as he did. Toji whistled before he spread your ass apart, watching how his cum dripped from your little hole. "Probably shoulda asked before, but you on birth control?" Toji asked before he lifted you from under your arms and laid your limp body against his chest.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and nodded, still trying to come back to reality as you processed what just happened. Toji internally sighed in relief as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. "You did so fucking well pretty girl, it hurt anywhere?" Toji asked, leaning back agaisnt the back of the couch, resting with your body on top of him.
"Hurts everywhere." You mumbled, resulting in a laugh from the older man, the movement from it shaking your body. "Painkillers n' a bath n' you'll be fine." He said, squeezing his arms tighter around you. "You gonna take responsibility?" You asked, your voice coming out weak against his shoulder. "If you're asking me to join you in the bath, sure, but no promises my cock won't end up inside you again."
You grimaced at his words, sitting up as you place your hands on his pecs, shaking your head back and forth as your cunt started aching already. "On second thought I think I can do it myself," Toji smirked before he tipped his head to the side on the couch, looking you up and down. "Twenty bucks you fall in the first five seconds you stand up." You pursed your lips in annoyance, flexing your thighs under him to see if he was right.
Your thighs shook the instant you tensed them, and not just a little either. The kind of shake that told you you needed 5-7 business days before you were walking without a limp. Toji looked down at you shaking legs before he glanced up at you from under his lashes, looking at you with an "I told you so" expression on his face. "Let me borrow one of your canes please." You said, pressing your lips together. Toji gripped your chin and brought your face close to his. "Brat." He whispered against your lips before kissing you slowly and passionately.
Your body melted against him as he kissed you like it was your last day on earth. Although the kiss was slower than the others he'd given you, it still made you go dumb in the head as his tongue intertwined with yours. The kiss made you forget all the aches in pains in your body as his expert tongue washed them all away.
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this has been rotting in my drafts for like months :'D based on a suggestion idea a while backâhow gojo will definitely land himself in a police station, and since i have no better fic to share yet, i'll just post this :')
a part of gojo's love entries
everyoneâor particularly, nanamiâhas warned you that marrying gojo satoru is going to be far from easy.
and true, less than a month since the two of you were married, he had landed himself in a police station. police station! of all places!
still, you were worried when you got the call, but when you rushed inside the place, all your worriesâ
âiâm telling you! iâm innocent!â
âsir, please donât raise your voice here!â
âYOU are raising your voice against me!â
âevaporated. because⊠what the hell?
satoru, looking cross as if he owned the whole precinct, sat with his legs crossed high. he wore all black and his eyes was covered by that stupid blindfold. and with that haughty attitude, if someone accused him of being a suspicious person, now you would totally understand.
you were fuming as you stomped to where he was. âsatoru!â
âoh?!â he turned to you with a wide grin, then to the officer in front of him, pointing at you. âlook! iâve been telling you. i have a wifeâ and there she is!â
the officer eyed you suspiciously as if he wanted to confirm your identity, and you huffed. âit pains me to admit that iâm his wifeââ
âwha?! it âpainsâ you?! iâm hurt!â
ââbut yes, i am. officer, what do i have to do to get him out here?â
you couldâve sworn the officer gave you a look of pity. âmaâam, so we received a report that your⊠err, husband, was publicly harassing two studentsââ
you widened your eyes, turning to him accusingly. âyouâ!â
âi was not!â satoru fiercely interrupted, eyeing the police with clear disdain. âif i want to harass girls, shouldnât i harass my wife first?!â
you were speechless as you shot him a look of disbelief.
âbut sir, the girls said that you have been âleeringâ at themââ
âi was just passing by! i didnât even look at them! and when i have a wife this hotââ satoru wildly gestured at you with both hands. âwhat use is anything else?!â
dear lord. please give me strength. you felt like losing your head over this as you clutched your temple.
âsir, youâre being too loud!â
âiâm telling you, youâre slandering me! thatâs crime too!â
this was utter chaos and you finally had enough. âboth of you, just...â you breathed outâ âshut up!â
both the police and your husband looked at you in surprise as you glared at them with so much ire they would have never expected out of you.
in the end, to settle this fiasco, you ended up paying the fine.
âwifey... forgive me, please?â
satoru dejectedly followed you from behind like a sad puppy as you entered your home. âplease? donât be mad at me...â
you suddenly stopped in your tracks, before whirling to face him, squinting one eye. âyou got arrested, made a fool out of yourself, and i bailed you out. so, give me three good reasons why i shouldnât be mad at you.â
âuh, w-wait...â
âthree, twoââ
âi-iâm a good kisser! i let you have my body!â he blurted in panic. âand ohâwhile at it, i also satisfy you sooo well in bed!â
how did you end up with a clown for a husband? despite yourself, you almost laughed at his response, and satoru obviously saw it as a sign of him succeeding. and before you knew it, he leaned and pecked you in the lips.
âlook at you, you just smiled!â he giddily grinned as he pulled away. âiâm right, arenât i!?â
âha ha...â you let out an exasperated sigh, suppressing your laugh and faint heat in your face at the same time. âsatoru...â
his eyes were practically shining. âyes?!â
âyou and couch. tonight.â
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Yakuza King!Sukuna lives a dangerous life. That's why he only wants you to leave his penthouse with your bodyguard. But what if you crave a treat from your favorite shop just down the street and go on your own?
Based on this lovely ask I received from @subarusuguru. Thank you so much for sharing it with me!! â„ïž
Pairing: Yakuza!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 900 Warnings: 18+, smut, spanking + pussy spanking, edging, fingering, dirty talk, use of the pet name daddy. It isn't explicitly stated in this story, but Sukuna and Reader are in an established relationship and have a safe word, etc. Everything happens with mutual consent. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear
Yakuza!Sukuna loves you. He loves you so much. You are his whole world, and he needs to protect you, especially when he has so many enemies because of his line of work.
Usually, Sukuna enjoys a little disobedience when it comes from you. He loves to tease you about being a brat and enjoys playfully putting you back in your place. But things are different when he is actually worried about you like he is tonight after finding out you went to a shop all alone, without one of Sukuna's drivers, and even worse, without your bodyguard.
Sukuna knows that he is to blame, too, because he didn't want to scare you and, therefore, didn't tell you how grave the threat is at the moment. But he still can't stop himself from spiraling when he hears you so foolishly went out on your own.Â
"This has to stop. If I tell you not to leave the house on your own, you will be a good girl and stay inside. And if you really need to leave, you will call Nobara. Do you understand that?"
He can see you gulp hard when you hear how stern he sounds. His maroon eyes, which are usually so warm when they look at you, are cold and hard right now. Tonight, the man sitting across from you isn't just your charming and loving husband. Tonight, you are talking to the King of Tokyo's Underworld, and he will do what he has to do to ensure you stay safe.
That's why Sukuna pats his lap and points an elegant tattooed finger to his fine black suit pants.
"Come here. I will make sure you remember to do as I tell you from now on."
You squeal when he grabs you and bends you over his lap, lifting your skirt and pulling your pretty lace panties down. And you squeal even louder when Sukuna's large hand connects firmly with your juicy ass cheek.
You make a cute sound, a mix between a hiss and a moan, when Sukuna spanks you again, several times in a row, before he uses his other hand to spread your pussy lips and watch the glistening wetness gathering there, your arousal so evident. You are breathing heavily when Sukuna runs a teasing fingertip over your creamy folds before he pinches your wet little clit, eliciting a loud gasp from you.
"I am doing this for you, darling. Don't you understand that I need to protect you? The Zenins are out there, trying to take everything from me. What do you think will happen if you run into them?"
You whimper softly, and Sukuna kneads the plump flesh of your naked ass cheek before he pulls his hand away and adds in a low, stern voice, emphasizing every word,
"That's why," his palm connects firmly with your naked ass again, "you have to," another firm spank, "learn how to obey me."
Sukuna wishes he didn't have to do this. He doesn't want to bend you over his knees like this and spank you like some naughty brat.
He doesn't want to tease you for hours like this, torturing you with pleasure and pain. Rubbing your swollen clit, and occasionally pushing a finger into your tight wet cunt, pumping it in and out of your obscenely squelching wetness, only to pull away again anytime he feels you beginning to tighten around him.
He doesn't want to punish you, making you whine loudly when he lets his large palm connect firmly with your spread pussy.
Sukuna doesn't want to spank and edge you until you are a crying, needy mess who promises him over and over again that you won't leave the penthouse on your own again.
"Please, Sukuna! Please...I... please... I won't go out on my own again! Please, please let me cum, Daddy! I'll be your good girl!"
Sukuna hates having to use his power and strength like that. But he also knows that pain is a good way to ensure a lesson is learned. And at least this is a pleasurable pain, judging by the way you mewl when he pushes two long fingers deep into your soaking wet cunt and fucks you hard and deep with them, torturing your g-spot unrelentingly while his other hand spanks your sensitive flesh.
Your whole body shakes as you cum all over his long fingers that are stuffing your cunt while Sukuna's other hand connects hard with your ass again, spanking and fingering you to an orgasm that makes you cry out loudly.
Sukuna lets out a long breath. The hand that spanked you is brushing gently over your abused skin now, caressing it lovingly, while he slowly fucks you through your orgasm. His voice is low, sensual, and full of love,
"Yes, just like that, sweetheart. You can be so good for me when you want. And I hate having to act like such an asshole. I love you, darling. I just want you to be safe. Do you understand that?"
He smiles when you answer him with a voice thick with tears but also filled with that sweet euphoria you always get after Sukuna made you cum.
"Hmm, yes, I know. I'm sorry for being so reckless, Kuna. I love you too."
You scramble to get up, and Sukuna quickly helps you, wrapping his strong arms safely around you and pulling you up so you straddle his lap, your wet cunt soaking his fine suit pants.
You smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck,
"But, next time, just tell me the whole truth, so I know how dangerous things are at the moment. You shouldn't keep these things from me, baby. I can take it, you know?"
Sukuna's lips lift in an amused smirk, his large hands sprawling over your naked ass, pulling you closer, his lips ghosting over your neck. He presses a tender kiss to your pulse point while lifting his hips to let you feel the large, hard bulge in his pants, his throbbing cock pressing against your hot wet cunt, only separated by the soaked-through fabric of his suit pants and boxer briefs.
"First, show me how you can take Daddy's cock, and then I will tell you everything."
FUCKKK I NEED HIM!!!! Yakuza!Sukuna still manages to make my head spin, and I am so happy I could indulge in this!! Thank you so much for the prompt!! And thank you so much for reading!!
Comments and reblogs would be very sweet â„ïžâ„ïž
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FEELIN' LUCKY || GETO SUGURU
Suguru has a reputation of a playboy â and rightfully so. He likes to change girls, bedding them as he pleases. He thinks he can have them all. He's a player, a red flag and you show him he's wrong. It's a story about a boy who has everything but craves to have you.
contains: frat boy!suguru x nerdy!reader, pining, maybe a little slowburn-ish, flirting, smut (unprotected sex, some body worship, mentions of hooking up, booty calls, sexting), wc. 9420 ⯠reader discretion is advised
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Suguru knows how to navigate around the campus. Heâs tried all the shortcuts, been on all the parties, talked (and fought) with all the teachers. Heâs known around â troublemaker, a frat boy, a heartbreaker. Itâs no news to anyone that Suguru Geto is a red flag personified; a ladiesâ man, playing with every beauty he deems worthy of attention. And heâs lucky too, girls tend to love him, all of them. After all, bad girls love bad boys and good girls, unfortunately, do too. Heâs a flame that attracts all the moths, a sin that tempts and renders every heart helpless. Heâs a siren song luring women towards their doom. The ultimate playboy, reveling in the attention he gets everywhere he shows up, soaking it up like a cat basking in the sun.
Itâs unfair, he jokes sometimes, when he aims to add another notch to his bedpost. Unfair how easy it is for him to have what he wants, how all that meets his gaze is heart-eyes and flushed cheeks. But he likes it, he likes to take, he likes to be wanted and pick from the crowd. It boosts his ego. He is, after all, drop dead gorgeous. He is, truly, with his long, raven hair and purple glint to his eyes, all surrounded by an air of sexy danger coming from his piercings, his clothes and the way he acts.
âWhoâs that?â He wonders, mind rushing through the extensive catalogue of female students he knows. âSheâs new.â Clearly. He doesnât know you yet.
Youâre pretty, too pretty for him to let you go just like that. You came to the party at the frat house, but you donât seem to fit right in. Maybe youâre a transfer student? Or a friend of someone? It doesnât look like youâre someoneâs girlfriend. A man thatâs sane would not let you wander around such place alone. Not in that dress. Youâre gorgeous, breathtaking. You make Suguruâs heart beat a little bit faster, his pulse quickening and he can hear it in his ears, a steady thump echoing over the sound of music. Itâs excitement â something he has not felt in a long time.
His friends say something. Heâs not listening, eyes laser focused on you and only you. You move with grace, your hips sway from side to side like a pendulum as you find your way through the crowded living room. Your cup is empty, itâs clear from the way you tap it with your fingernail every time someone tries to stop you â youâre pointing on it, gesturing your intentions as you try to speak over the loud music and blurring chatter. You seem polite too, the way you smile brightens the area. He likes how it reaches your eyes, how your nose scrunches a little and the skin near your temples crinkle. Everything about you is hypnotizing, you know what youâre doing. You have to know what youâre doing. Youâre magnetic and he wouldnât be able to resist even if he wanted to.
He doesnât.
You push through the crowd and Suguru follows, a predator stalking its prey. You are, after all, like a sweet little rabbit tonight. His eyes never leave your back, watching the way your hair sways and bounces with each step you take, how the fabric of your dress hugs your delectable curves. You look soft, heâd love to touch you, to squeeze those plush thighs, to feel the pliable flesh of your rear, to have your chest squeezed against the hard planes of his muscular torso. He wonders how soft your skin is under the fabric, if itâs smooth and warm to touch. He wants to find out, to explore every inch of it until he maps out every mole, scar and birthmark. He licks his lips subconsciously, his tongue swiping over the piercing in his lower lip and he wonders if youâd like it â if the cold metal decorating his mouth would be something youâre into.
He catches you in the kitchen. Youâre holding a can of strawberry flavored soda and looking around, and he knows what youâre searching for. âHey there, beautiful,â he greets smoothly, flashing you a smile thatâs known for making girls weak in the knees. âAllow me,â he reaches, taking the cold metal from your hands â his fingers brush against yours as your eyes met, the touch lingering a little longer than necessary but heâs content as he swiftly opens the can for you, earning himself a chuckle.
Heâs already got you.
âThank you,â you smile, taking the drink back and filling your cup with the pinkish liquid. It smells sweet, the delicate aroma of artificial fruit breaking through the typical mixture of sweat and alcohol that fills the room. Itâs refreshing, the scent, the look of bubbles dancing at the edges of your cup. You take a sip, tasting the flavor on your tongue and he wants to try it too. From your lips, preferably. Those glistening, cherry-colored lips. Oh, you look delectable.
âIâm Suguru,â he grins again, his eyes scanning your breathtaking features and committing the picture to memory. âI donât think weâve met before.â He already envisions you below him.
âI doubt that too,â you nod and you know heâs attracted to you. Itâs clear from the way he looks at you, eats you with his eyes only. Obvious from how his gaze lingers on your lips a little longer than he should but you allow him. You introduce himself too and he repeats, testing the name on his tongue.
âWhat brings a gorgeous woman like you to our little shindig?â He extends his hand out to shake yours, his thumb brushing over your delicate skin as his touch lingers.
âI got invited by one of my friends but I canât seem to find her in this crowd. Iâm sure sheâs having fun somewhere though, itâs alright,â you explain, briefly looking over the students crowded in the main area of the house. Most of them are drunk already despite the quite early hour but you donât mind it. A frat party is exactly what you expected it to be. âI wouldnât honestly dare to call this a little shindig.â
Suguru chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling in his chest. âWell, I suppose âlittleâ was an understatement,â he grins and sips on his own drink. âHow do you like it so far? Do you enjoy the mingling masses and blasting music or maybe I could steal you away? My room is just upstairs.â His eyes flick down to your lips once more before meeting your gaze again, a hint of mischief dancing in their violet depths. One step closer and heâs invading your personal space just slightly. âBecause I could show you a good time, if youâd like. Just the two of us, away from all that noise and chaos,â he finishes a little quieter, a little lower. His tone is meant to seduce, to tempt you and he knows it always works. In his mind, heâs already alone with you, he imagines tracing your curves as he trails kisses along your jawline. His touch feels electric against your skin and you have to give him that â he sure does know how to get the attention he wants.
âI appreciate the offer, but I came here for the noise and the chaos,â you reply, smiling as your hand finds his wrist in a gentle caress meant to put some distance between his fingertips and your skin. âItâs not every day I get to attend a party such as this one,â that said, youâre ready to retract when his free hand meets the curve of your hip. You hear a hum and heâs suddenly much closer, you feel his breath on your lips, a mixture of mint and something strongly alcoholic. A little sweet too. A coke, maybe. Thereâs warmth bouncing off of him, one that you feel tingling on your skin when he leans down to meet your height. The tip of his nose teases yours before it moves to the side, running over the lines of your cheekbone.
âAre you sure?â He asks, smirking as he waits for your resolve to crumble. Not a single girl before you had resisted his charms and you surely are not going to be the first. He enjoys the challenge you present. Most girls would have melted under his touch but you remain composed. He likes that. He likes a woman who knows what she wants. âWe could make our own noise, create our own chaos.â
âIâm content with all thatâs happening here,â you hum, slipping out of his embrace. âThank you for the company, Suguru. It was nice to meet you,â and youâre gone.
He stands there, dumbfounded. He stands there, once more looking at your back and he cannot believe what happened. A bunny that slipped from the hands of a wolf, girl that rejected Suguruâs charms, A moth that said no to the flames of his lust. A challenge heâs not going to pass on.
He smirks.
Before, he just wanted to have you.
Now, he has to have you.
And he will do whatever it takes.
Over the next weeks, Suguru has not given up. He hasnât been able to get you out of his head, his interest in you hasnât diminished; if anything, itâs grown stronger with each passing day. Heâs determined to unravel the enigma that is you, to uncover the secrets hidden behind your captivating eyes and sweet smile. Thereâs something about you that made him desperate. A mystery he cannot quite unravel, a puzzle he canât solve. And he thinks of you. He finds himself lost in thoughts of you more often than heâd care to admit. He spots you around campus occasionally, always looking effortlessly stunning and each time, he feels that familiar pull, that undeniable attraction that draws him to you.
Maybe itâs him, whoâs the moth.
He doesnât like this. How you always brush his advances off, how sweetly you smile while doing so. Every time he wants to touch you, you slip right through his fingers. You have tainted him with longing he has never felt before, you ruined him. He doesnât want other women anymore, the line of booty-calls and flings blocked and removed from his phone. The nights he spends thinking of you, fucking his fist and swearing to all gods above and below to change, asking for a chance to sink his teeth into you. Because he doesnât want anyone else. And he doesnât know what you have done to him.
âFancy seeing you there,â he remarks, settling himself beside you on the bench outside the library. The afternoon is particularly sunny, warmth caressing your skin as you sit comfortably, engrossed in a book. âMind if I join you?â He asks, but he doesnât wait for the response, as he leans over to glance at the title of your read. âAh, philosophy. A deep thinker, huh? I like that.â
âDo you?â You ask, nudging a bookmark between the pages. âYou donât strike me as a philosophical type. You seem to me more of a live-in-the-moment kinda guy.â
He chuckles. âYouâd be surprised,â he replies, his tone light and teasing, âthereâs more to me than just good looks and undeniable charm. Although, I wonât deny that those are pretty great assets,â he winks playfully. Suguru leans back on the bench, stretching his long legs out in front of him. The ripped, black denim exposes a bit of his thigh, the ink of his tattoos peeking through the dark threads, drawing your attention.
âOh, the confidence. Itâs much more valuable trait than the outside looks,â you hum, leaning against the backrest too.
Geto laughs, a rich, warm sound that carries easily in the quiet outdoor setting. Then, he turns to face you fully, his expression turning serious for a moment. âBut youâre right, Iâm not usually one for heavy books and deep discussions. I prefer to keep things light and fun.â Itâs a confession, he admits to it with a hint of vulnerability thatâs quickly pushed behind his typical grin. âBesides, a guy can learn a thing or two from a smart, beautiful woman like yourself.â He flirts, but thereâs an underlying sincerity to his words. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. âTell me, whatâs so captivating about this particular tome? What insights does it hold to have captured your attention so thoroughly?â
âItâs a tale of a man discovering what really matters in modern life, a story of loss and reconciliation. The narrator, whose days are counted due to sudden diagnosis, meets the Devil who offers him an extra day of life in exchange of making one thing in the world disappear,â you explain briefly and he watches your fingers dancing over the front cover of the book, tracing the lines of the simple graphic of a cat. âThere comes the question, how do you separate out what you can do without from what you hold dear? I think itâs something we donât pay much attention to in our lives because we have everything within reach, but what if something just⊠disappeared? The narrator has to take responsibility for each one of his decisions. Thereâs no going back, there never will be, once a thing is gone, itâs gone.â
Suguru listens intently, his expression thoughtful as he absorbs your words. âThatâs quite⊠It makes you think, doesnât it?â He muses, nodding slowly. âIt makes you wonder what youâd choose to erase if given a chance to live just a day longer.â
âThe question of how to decide whatâs okay to remove and whatâs not is what makes me think the most,â you look up. The day is beautiful today, fluffy clouds travel sparsely over the azure blue sky, the sun warms your skin with its golden rays and the birds sing, hidden within the crowns of the nearby trees. You hear some chatter, somewhere from the distance where other students pass by, you hear the cars that honk impatiently as they stand in the traffic and you hear a dog barking. Thereâs a park not far away. âSome things that are insignificant to me might be the entire world to someone else.â
âSo you think the burden of consequences might outweigh the price of life itself,â he notes, his eyes studying the lines of your profile. Your eyes, reflecting the blue of the sky, your cheeks flushed from the wind and sunrays. He thinks the color of your scarf makes your complexion looks brighter. âI donât know if I would be capable of eradicating something from the world permanently. At first, I thought it might be easy, just get rid of something small and simple, but then it made me wonder if things I think are unimportant, truly are so.â
Truth is, Suguru doesnât think he would dwell much about the topic if not you, but he wonders what if. What if he made a decision that would cause a war? Or someone elseâs loss? What if a thing that he picks results in him not meeting you?
âThatâs what philosophy does to you,â you chuckle, turning your gaze back to him, just to meet his eyes glued to yourself.
âBut maybe thatâs what makes life worth living,â he turns to you fully, his eyes wondering as he drops his usual playfulness and mischief. âItâs much easier to pretend we have control over our lives and the world around us rather than confront the harsh truth that we are all just tiny cogs in a vas, unpredictable machine. But maybe itâs the uncertainty, the constant surprises, the knowledge that anything can change in an instant what makes the journey worth the effort.â
âMaybe it is,â you nod, taking a moment to let his words sink in. âI wouldnât expect you to engage in topics such as this. I apologize,â you offer a smile and he melts.
âYou know, most people assume Iâm just a pretty face. They donât expect me to have substance beneath the surface,â he muses, his expression turning thoughtful before he lets out a breathy chuckle. âI guess I do give them the reasons to do so. But I really enjoy talking to you. Itâs nice to have conversations that arenât just surface-level flirting and innuendos. Thereâs just something about you...â He trails off, reaching out tentatively, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers linger against your skin for a moment before falling away. âI like how you challenge me, make me think deeper than I usually do. You are a puzzle I canât wait to solve.â His gaze locks with yours, his expression open and vulnerable in a way you havenât seen from him before. âCan I see you again? Like this, I mean. Just talking, getting to know each other better.â
The question hangs heavy in the air as you consider it. You will meet him again, one way or another, somewhere around the campus or at another frat party. You will see him again as he targets another girl, flirting his way into another pair of panties. And you exhale, your lips curving upwards slightly as you lean your head on your fist, elbow on your knee.
âSuguru,â you begin, his name slipping over your tongue with ease you enjoy. But you know better than this. You have seen it all too well how he treats women. âI enjoy conversing with you and if itâs just talk that you want from me, then I will find time to meet you again. But I need you to know that I will not allow myself to be another notch on your bedpost. Itâs easy to get swayed by your charms, but I know your reputation and I know it for sure that if I had to give up one thing in the world, it would never be self-respect.â
And he knows for sure that if he had to give up romance for the rest of his life just to have you, he wouldnât think twice about it.
âI donât want to charm my way between your legs,â he swears, too quickly, too desperate to make himself believable and he groans, annoyed by his own self. He nervously runs his hand through his dark, raven hair. âJust, please, give me a chance. I wonât lie to your face and say that Iâm suddenly ready to settle down or that Iâm done sowing my wild oats entirely. I know what kind of reputation I have and I canât deny that Iâve played the field more times than I can count. Iâve earned it fair and square,â he admits, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. All of the lustful nights flashed before his eyes, the nameless girls, the empty promises and unanswered calls afterwards. All the nudes, all the sexts, all the quickies in the locker rooms and dingy bathrooms. Suguru would give them all away if only earned a chance to be with you. âI want to change. I already started to change. You donât have to believe me right away, but you are different. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there was something special about you. And I wonât lie that Iâm not attracted to you physically. That would be impossible. But thereâs more to it than that. Something worth pursuing beyond just a one-night stand.â
âAnd what change are you talking about?â You quiz. âBecause as far as I am concerned, Iâve seen you flirting with some girls just yesterday.â
And he winces, unable to deny your accusation. âYouâre right, I did flirt with them. Itâs become a second nature to me, a habit I canât seem to break easily.â He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair once more, frustrated. âBut it didnât go further than talk. I didnât⊠Iâve stopped sleeping around. I blocked and removed all the girlsâ numbers from my phone, deleted the pictures I had. Fuck, I even declined an invitation for a party with my pals, for the first time since high school. Look,â he leans in, his eyes locked with yours and his hand finds yours. You feel his thumb rubbing soft circles on your knuckles and you wonder if itâs to soothe you or himself. âBeing with you, talking to you⊠itâs opened my eyes to what I have been missing out on. Iâve spent so long chasing meaningless encounters, never allowing myself to form real connections with anyone and now, Iâve tasted something more substantial and realized just how hollow my previous pursuits have been. I want to do better. For you, yes, but also for myself. I want to prove to you that Iâm capable of more than just cheap thrills and empty promises.â
Itâs true, everything he says. He is ready to drop the player mask, to shed his frat repute just to have a chance at something real, something that makes his heart flutter in his chest and his stomach bubble with butterflies. He is ready to say no to easy sex just to fight for your attention, your touch, your heart.
He is genuine, but you just hum, your expression unreadable as you weigh your next words. You like him desperate. You like how his violet eyes sparkle with puppy-like vulnerability rather than a flirty mischief. And he is beautiful, you cannot deny it â a man of impressive built, clad in ripped jeans and leather, heavy boots and a band tee. He looks like he bites, and you know he does. You take in the sight of his piercings, the large gauges, the snake bites in his lower lip, the piercing across the bridge of his nose, right between his captivating eyes and the one right above his left brow. You wonder what kissing him would feel like. Would the metal come in the way? Or maybe it would add to the experience?
âIâm not sure what to tell you,â you sigh. âI will give you a chance if you think you can change. But youâll need to prove it. Think about it.â
And he did.
The lonely nights he spends at the frat house, laying in bed instead of partying with his friends, he wonders where the path of his change will lead him. What if itâs him, confronting the devil and having a chance to lose himself just to earn a day with you? He thinks heâd take it. Heâs sure he would. He flips on the mattress, his eyes squinting as the lights from his phone blinded him with a new message. An unknown number. He opens it, itâs a picture, a bare body that he recognizes by the butterfly tattoo on the ribcage. A nude from one of his exes. She must have gotten a new number because he remembers vividly how he blocked her. Usually, he wouldnât think twice about it, heâd reply with something cheeky, possibly send an explicit picture of himself, maybe set up a meeting or invite her over. His fingers typed the message before his brain managed to intervene and once he hit âsendâ, he cursed out loud.
âFuck, you idiot!â
A pillow flew across the room as he stared at the ceiling. Would it hurt to go once more with no strings attached? Itâs been some time since heâs gotten laid and the vision of tension coming off of him was a temptation beyond measure. But what about you? What about a change he had promised?
Is the change even for him?
Suguru stares at his phone screen, the message he sent glowing mockingly back at him, a shameful reminder of his weak self-restraint. The girl already replied, they always reply so fast, and he doesnât know what to do. He knows he fucked up, he knows he shouldnât have responded. He shouldnât have even entertained the idea of hooking up with his ex, or any other girl. It goes against everything he told you, everything he promised.
With a heavy sigh, he tosses his phone aside, despite the notifications flooding his inbox. More pictures, the location, the time â an annoying ding makes his blood boil and he groans, burying his face in his hands. He feels conflicted, torn between his desire for physical release and growing feelings for you. He wants to be better, to be the man you deserve, to be the man that deserves you. He wants to prove to you that heâs serious about changing, but old habits die hard. The temptation is still there, lurking in the shadows of his mind, waiting for a split second of vulnerability.
He tosses and turns in bed. His thoughts race with the pictures of you, his mind replaying every conversation, every shared laugh and stolen touch. He remembers the way your eyes sparkled when you discussed philosophy, the passion in your voice as you told him about the importance of self-respect. He realizes that those moments were more fulfilling than any other fleeting pleasure heâs experienced before.
But he gets up anyway, he pulls up his dark-washed jeans and a hoodie, socks and boots and heâs ready to go. With a jacket grabbed in the hallway and a phone in his hand, he leaves the house. The crisp air of near winter hits him the moment he steps outside, cooling the blood in his veins and clearing his thoughts.
12 unread messages.
He groans again, this time into the nightly silence as he strides through the pavement, legs leading him in the direction of his doom. Suguru slips the earphones in, plays on the music but the melody and lyrics are helpless against the chaos in his mind.
Itâs pointless, to resist his own body. He knows itâs pointless, he knows he has control over his legs and deep down he knows he would reject the booty call if he truly wanted. You deserve a better man anyway, not a player that fucks around like itâs a sport. You deserve someone who would worship the ground you walk on, a man of culture and manners with whom youâd engage in long, deep conversations late in the evenings, not a man-boy who cannot control his own dick. But fuck, does he wants you.
He wants you so bad, he wants to be all those things for you. He wants those discussions about philosophy and life, he wants to kiss your knuckles and be the knight in the shining armor, carrying you in his arms and shielding you from the world and assholes such as himself.
He lights up the cigarette, taking a deep breath in and looking up. The night is pretty. Calm. He wonders if you are already sleeping. Or maybe itâs one of those nights that you pull in order to study and secure your grades. The semester just began but he learned it already that you care about your future more than he does about his own. Youâre a little nerdy. He thinks itâs cute. He can imagine himself wrapping a blanket around your shoulders when itâs late and carrying you to bed when youâre falling asleep on top of the books and notes. You would fit perfectly in his arms.
âYou fucking moron,â he slanders himself quietly, already seeing the motel in front of him. He shouldnât be there but he moves forward anyway. He knows his ex is already waiting for him, he can tell by the lights in the room they always used to book for the casual encounters. He stops before he enters, giving the smoke few more moments to burn. He can feel it in his lungs, somehow calming as he checks his phone, scrolling through the notifications.
One of the messages is from you.
Itâs innocent in the sea of suggestive texts. Thereâs an apology for the late hour and a book title that you promised to send him a day before. The one youâve been reading for the last few days and the one that made him rethink his entire lifeâs choices. Thereâs not much substance in the message, but it shakes him awake.
The turn he takes is aggressive, itâs resolute. Heavy boots thudding against the concrete panels as he walks away from the motel. âSorry, not coming.â He sends the message and blocks the number, feeling lighter the second he removes the nude picture and the unwanted contact.
It takes just an hour before he knocks at your door, the dormitory silent in the nightly time so he keeps himself quiet. You open after a long moment, dressed in a make-shift pajama. He likes the way your hair is messy from the pillows, how you smell like vanilla and flowers and coffee. You look so pretty like this, so undone, so unexpecting yet not entirely disappointed to see him. You seem⊠content?
âSuguru?â His name comes from your mouth and you usher him inside, afraid of someone seeing him. Once the doors shut behind him, your eyes search him for answers.
âBrought you some food, I thought you might need it,â he grinned, showing off the box of pizza and a bottle of soda. âI figured youâre studying tonight and might need some fuel.â
âSo thoughtful,â you tease, but the smile that shapes your mouth reaches your eyes, so he knows itâs genuine. He follows you to your bedroom and heâs not surprised seeing the notes all over your bed and scattered on the floor. The papers full of sparsely highlighted knowledge that you want to transfer into your brain take most of the space before you gather them onto a neat pile. He sits right there, on the newly uncovered spot on your mattress. It feels intimate, to be in your room, to rest on your bed, to see you in your pajama. He wonders if you know what the sight of your thighs does to him, the plush, tender flesh begging to be touched, kissed and kneaded. Suguru thinks your skin would look beautiful with bitemarks all over.
âSo, pizza,â he clears his throat after letting his eyes linger for way too long on your bare legs. âI took pepperoni, I hope you like it.â
âItâs perfect,â you smile and separate the barely cut pieces for easier access. âI appreciate the thought, really. But there was no need for you to leave the house just to do this.â
âFor you, I would do it at every hour,â he says and then sighs deeply. âBut truth is, I didnât plan this.â Suguru feels like heâs inside the confessional. Itâs a foreign tension, completely different from the one he felt just hour before. The knot in his stomach has nothing to do with lust and desire and all to do with stress and regret. âIâve received a booty-call from my ex. Thatâs why I left the house,â he spats it out quickly, thinking itâll hurt less if he does it in rush. âI didnât go there though. I told her Iâm not coming, blocked the number and came here instead.â
You stay neutral, chewing on the pizza as your tired eyes size him up. âOld habits die hard, huh?â You mock, slightly amused by his tormented expression. His eyebrow creases before he lets himself drop back onto the mattress, a soft grunt escaping his mouth as he covers his face with his hands.
âI meant it. I want to change and Iâm working on it.â He says, his voice quiet and devoid of his usual cheekiness. âI fucked up when I entertained the idea of hooking up with a random person tonight but cut me some slack, I didnât do it.â
 âGood boy,â you mock-praise and he groans again, but then his entire body tenses when you lay next to him. He feels your breath against his cheek, the tip of your nose prodding the flesh. He doesnât move, too afraid to ruin the moment. âDo you regret it? Not going, I mean. Be honest, donât say what I want to hear.â
âI donât,â he replies, his tone resolute. âI donât regret not meeting my ex and not having sex tonight. I was pent up â fuck me, I still am, and when I replied to her text, I didnât think much about anything except for my dick. But I donât regret not going because I didnât want to go. And Iâm grateful that you texted me because you reminded me what really is important. Right now, itâs you.â
It makes you smile. Heâs torn inside of his mind but you take it as a win anyway. Before, Suguru wouldnât second-guess pulling his pants down and now you made him think. Now, you made him reconsider; wonder who he is without the façade of the charismatic ladiesâ man. He will have to learn to navigate social situations without relying solely on his charm and wit to get what he wants. But he can do this. For you.
Before he speaks again, youâre asleep already. Sideways on the bed, most likely uncomfortable but right next to him and he doesnât dare to move a muscle in his body. Youâre sleeping, your face just an inch from his own. The soft fragrance of your skin fills in his nostrils and not even the smell of pizza nearby can disturb it. Thereâs a hair somewhere around his face, he doesnât know if itâs yours or his own, but it tickles his cheek every time you exhale. Itâs fine.
An hour passes and he finally gathers the courage to shift, as carefully as he can, he turns to his side, to face you. Youâre a vision he takes in with his eyes wide open, committing the picture of your peaceful expression to memory. He likes everything about you, every hair of your eyebrows, every freckle and beauty mark. He likes the way you look so unbothered, so comfortable next to him. He wants to touch you. Oh, how much he craves to caress your cheek, to thread his fingers through your hair. His heart thumps in his chest, reaching speeds matching those of sprinters. The feeling is foreign. Is thisïżœïżœïżœ? It cannot be. Suguru Geto is not about⊠that. His entire life he believed heâs meant to have fun, no strings attached, no responsibilities. What did you do to him?
You move and he stops breathing. Itâs an instinct, he thinks, that you shift closer to him, but he tells himself you want that. And you fit so well against his chest, your head below his chin, your hand around his middle. The room spins and he wraps you in the embrace of his arms.
He feels your heartbeat, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing and suddenly, he calms down. It sinks into his mind that itâs where he wants to be. All the years of empty flings, the mediocre orgasms, the shameless pursuits could never compare to the feeling of you in his arms. Thatâs what he has been missing on. And he will do everything to be the man deserving of you.
Time passes, and Suguru slowly falls into the rhythm of his newfound resolve. Itâs easy to decline hookup invitations when he can spend time with you, but maybe he did feel a little too confident when he decided to attend the big, annual party at the frat house. Itâs Halloween, after all, how could he not go there when everyone will come? Quickly he falls into familiar routine of charms and alcohol, nursing a beer from a red plastic cup and chatting playfully with attractive attendees. His friends push him towards temptation, inviting more and more girls to the crowd and Suguru feels drawn to the lively atmosphere, the flirtatious banter comes as easy as breathing.
That is, before a pretty sophomore dressed in a devil costume takes a seat next to him â a seat he has kept for you, because you promised youâll come, despite the need to study. Itâs fine if the girl sits there for a moment or two, he thinks, as he engages in a conversation. He knows, itâs as obvious as day, that the second-year beauty is interested in getting into his pants â her hand on his thigh, the fluttering eyelashes and pouty lips say everything about her intentions. As the night progresses, he finds himself more and more⊠uncomfortable. Surprisingly.
And so, he feels relieved when he sees you in the crowd, late but looking absolutely adorable in your sweet bunny costume. Itâs simple yet makes his pants grow tighter as he takes in the way the plain black dress hugs your curves. The fluffy tail bounces with each step you take through the filled living area and the long, pink-lined ears swing just slightly along with your hair whenever you move your head around, looking for something â for him and his heart skips a beat. In that moment, everything fades away â the raucous laughter, the pulsing music, even the sophomore girl next to him.
Excusing himself from company, he forces a smile as he brushes the invasive hand off his thigh and gets up from the sofa, making his way over to you. âHey there, cutie,â he greets, pulling you into a hug and you melt into his chest in an instant. âGlad you could make it.â He breathes in your scent, letting it calm his nerves but it does little to calm other things down. Fuck, you look perfect.
âHow could I miss my favorite frat boy sporting a vampire costume?â You quiz, backing up a little to take in his attire. Heâs wearing all black, a dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, pants that make his legs look even longer than they are. His eyes are smudged with little bit of black eyeliner but it works for him, he looks sexy. âArenât you a pretty one. I might consider letting you bite me,â you tease, and he knows youâre joking but it doesnât stop the blood in his body to travel downwards.
âCareful what you wish for, bunny,â he muses, âI might just take you up on that offer and sink my teeth into that delectable neck of yours.â His fingers intertwine with yours as he lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before he leads your arm up onto his shoulder. âGod, I missed you,â he murmurs as he lowers his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
He feels you chuckle, your nails scratching at his scalp as you thread your fingers through his dark locks. Once more you proved him that the change is worth it, because itâs you whoâs on the line. âDance with me?â He asks and you move with him towards the makeshift dancefloor.
Suguru pulls you closer as you enter the rhythm of the music, one hand resting on the small of your back while the other twirls you around gracefully. Youâre giggling, amused by the undivided attention he pays you â heâs sweet when he has his eyes on the target, when he has to work for something. He dips you dramatically and your hand tighten on his shoulder, but itâs secure, the way he holds you as if he wished to protect you from all the bad in the world. His eyes lock with yours as he pulls you back up, flush against him. The heat radiating off both your bodies mingles together, creating an intoxicating aura that threatens to consume you whole.
You donât really listen to whatâs playing, a melody mellows in the background as his hands trace patterns along your sides and hips, follow the line of your spine, sometimes teasing the fluffy ball that is your tail. His touch ignites sparks wherever he grazes, leaving trails of fire in its wake. Heâs hungry, for you, and you are too. Itâs hard to deny it any longer and you think that maybe, just maybe he is ready to commit to something more than just a fleeting romance. Itâs been months since he began pursuing you and his attention has been focused solely on you, despite the obstacles and temptations of his life. A reward wouldnât hurt now, would it?
âI need a drink,â you tell him and heâs quick to react, taking your hand and leading the way towards the kitchen. He knows what you like, snatching a can of strawberry soda from the counter. When you nod in approval, he opens it, too hasty, too eager, that he doesnât realize the way it bubbles over, spilling over the aluminum container and his fingers. Before he can react, your lips are already on his skin, licking away the sticky trail of pinkish liquid.
Suguru freezes as he feels your tongue glide across his skin, tasting the sweetness of the spilled soda. A shiver runs down his spine at the sensation, his breath hitching in his throat. Desire darkens his eyes, pupils dilate as he watches, transfixed, how you lick the sugary mess from his fingers. The sensation sends jolts of electricity coursing through his veins, pooling in the pit of his stomach. He breathes out your name, but youâre quick to shut him up.
You pull him down, your hand in his hair as you press your lips to his own. He tastes the strawberry sweetness of the soda on your tongue as it dances with his own, the flavor mixing deliciously with the taste of you. The dripping can is soon forgotten on the fake-marble countertop as he scoops you closer, arms wrapping around your waist securely. He can feel the heat of your body through the thin fabric of your costume, the softness of your curves molding perfectly against the hardness of his muscles. Heâs eager, he moans lightly into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your lips. You feel the cold metal rubbing against your face, itâs interesting, itâs addicting. You like it.
âAlways wanted to try that,â he pants out when for a moment you pull back. He chases your mouth, hungry for more, desperate.
âThe soda?â You ask, pressing soft pecks to his pout.
âYou.â He lounges forward once again, unsatiated and you donât stop him. You donât hear music anymore, all thatâs rumbling in your ear is the sound of your heartbeat. You feel the heat in your veins, the flooding of ecstasy filling your cells one by one. Thereâs no space left between you, but you take a step forward anyway. You feel his hips rolling, a desperate cry for any sort of friction and when you slip your hand down, palming his groin through his pants, he groans into your mouth as his hips buck involuntarily into your touch. âPlease,â he begs, eyes locking with yours as he leans his forehead against your own. He can feel himself throbbing beneath the confines of his pants, straining desperately for more of your attention. âYou want me too, please tell me you do. I canât⊠It hurts, I crave you so much, it hurts.â
âLetâs get out of here,â you murmur. âYour room is upstairs, isnât it?â
âIt is,â he breathes out. âBut I wonât take you there. You deserve better than this place and my filthy bed. Let me take you to my apartment.â
He doesnât wait for an answer and you follow him anyway, your hand incased in his large one, sticky from the spilled soda but none of you seem to care as you saunter through the dancing crowd of young people. Just to get outside.
The walk is a blur, you donât remember much of it and so does Suguru. The night air is crisp, sending chills down your spine and the boy teases you about it, promising all the warmth he can produce in just few moments. You laugh with him, unbothered by the cool wind that tousles your hair. âItâs just around the corner,â he promises and you hum, matching his pace as he leads you through the neon-lit streets of Tokyo. The world blur into nothing, all you see is the man that holds your hand, the blue-ish hint to his hair whenever the lights fall on it just right, the sticky heat of his palm. You can still smell the faint strawberry aroma; you can definitely feel it on your tongue even though you didnât manage to truly take a sip of it.
And you laugh again when he fumbles with the keys to his apartment. âNervous?â You tease him playfully. âYou have no idea,â he replies, smiling sheepishly and the entry finally swings open. He ushers you inside, kicking the door shut behind him and flicking the lights on.
Suguru wastes no time, pulling you flush against him once more as he presses you against the nearest wall, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. His hands roam your body greedily, mapping out every dip and curve, learning the shape of you and you do the same. He shrugs the jacket off and youâre quick to explore the broad lines of his shoulders, the hard muscles of his chest and stomach. You feel him everywhere, the hungry touch devouring every inch of your form. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down the column of your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin and you whimper breathily â the sound undeniably similar to his own name.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, guiding him lower as he reaches your chest. His kisses grow more wet and delicate as he meets the soft mounds of your breasts, tightly confined by the neckline of your dress. He breaths in your scent, an intoxicating mixture of sweet and floral. It makes his head spin, itâs addicting. He wants more.
Itâs easy to slip the dress off of you â first the straps and then the garment goes down, inch by inch revealing the smooth expanse of your skin to his starved gaze. He drinks in the sight of you, his eyes roaming hungrily over the newly exposed flesh and in that moment he swears he has never seen a more beautiful woman in his entire life. His fingers skim along the edges of your bra, tracing the lace delicately before he leans in again, kissing your lips with softness that speaks more than any words could. He wants you, but he wants to worship you. He doesnât want to make it all about lust and desire, he wants to make it about you and him. About whatever is this feeling that bubbles between you.
And so, he moves down slowly, lips mapping out the curve of your collarbone and down the path to your sternum. His hands follow your curves with gentleness he doesnât recognize in himself. âYouâre beautiful,â he whispers, his hot breath meeting the skin of your stomach, âjust breathtaking,â he lowers himself to his knees â something he has never done in his entire life, used to have women at his feet.
âSuguru,â you breathe out but he doesnât listen. Not when the skin of your thighs feels so soft against his cheeks, not when it tastes so delicious as he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses along the plush flesh. Your fingernails find a way into his hair and he dives between your legs, encouraging one of them to hook over his shoulder. He savors the scent of you, his nose rubbing against the fabric of your underwear, prodding at the little wet patch. He licks it, his tongue flattening over the cotton, catching a hint of your taste â and thatâs enough to make him go crazy for you.
âFuck, youâre so sweet,â he breathes out, every exhale that meets the wetness of your panties sends jolts of electricity up your spine and back down to your core. He presses his lips to where he thinks your clit is, you feel him sucking gently and itâs enough friction to feel yourself pulsating. You moan quietly, the sound escaping your parted lips easily as your hold on his hair tightens. Thereâs no denying that you want him just as much as he wants you. Heâs desperate but so are you.
Your knee buckle as he continues the torture and he coos sweetly. âLetâs take you to bed, you sweet thing,â his tone is sugary, a melody dripping with honey as he smiles at you in a way that makes you blush. Thereâs adoration written all over his face, his cheeks are flushed, lips red and glistening. You want to follow him when he stands up, but he swoops you off your feet, carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom. It makes you giggle.
âPracticing already?â You muse and he just smiles.
âPerhaps.â
Your back meets the cold bedspread as he lays you down delicately. No time is wasted before heâs right above you, right on you â you feel the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress. No complains about it. He feels good, his hips rolling in a way that has his bulging erection grind along your panties. You hate the fabrics between you two, you hate how they make you feel less of him.
So you move your hands, slide them between your bodies, fumble with the buttons of his shirt. âImpatient much?â He teases, but helps you, pulling the shirt over his head, saving you trouble of the bottom fasteners. His lips find yours in a kiss that burns and you whimper into it, feeling the warmth spreading all over your body.
You reach down. Button, zipper. Your hands tremble as you push the fabric off his hips and he kicks it down. He helps himself with a hand and soon, his pants are on the ground, along with his socks and your bra, that you impatiently toss away. Suguruâs heart rumbles against his ribcage as he takes in the sight of your bare chest. Itâs perfect, you are perfect and he cannot believe the luck he has â after years of chasing simple pleasures and meaningless peaks, he had finally found someone he wants to call his.
He feels your heart underneath his cheek as he leans down, inhaling the scent of your skin â his nose trails patterns over the soft flesh before he presses his lips to it, kissing his way towards one of your nipples. It pebbles beneath his touch, hardening as he latches onto it, sucking and teasing it with teeth, twirling his tongue all around. He matches his ministrations with his fingers, not letting the twin feel left out. Your taste is of pure heaven and the sounds that leave your mouth are ones of an angel.
Thereâs a patch of wet on his boxers, right where the throbbing head of his cock strains against the fabric â the precum oozing out as he grinds his hips against yours. It makes him insane how you reply with the roll of your own, to match his moves, to cause more of that delicious friction that sends both of you into a spiral of desire.
Unable to wait any longer, you hook your fingers at the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down and Suguru replies with the same â pulling the soaked cotton off of you. He wants to taste you, and he will, but not now. He reaches down, guiding the tip of his cock between the folds of your pussy, the head sliding with ease as your slick mixes with the pearly beads of semen. He loves the way your thighs tremble every time he glides over your sensitive clit, how your breath hitches and eyes close.
âReady?â The question falls and you nod fervently, your hands finding his shoulders for balance. âUse your words, beautiful.â
âIâm ready,â you assure and then, your back arches off the mattress. He slides in inch by inch, stretching you, filling you so completely, making you go blind for a moment. The pain burns just faintly, losing its flames to the flooding of endorphins and pleasure. He goes in to the hilt, his body shuddering as he drops his head to the crook of your neck.
The feeling overwhelms him. The way your pussy grips him, like a vice that almost pulls him in more and more. Itâs delightful. Ecstatic. Itâs something heâs never experienced before. Is that what love feels like? He moves, slowly backing his hips until thereâs nothing but a tip nestled inside you before he pushes forward again, knocking the air out of your lungs and his own too.
You paw at his arms, his back and chest. You want him closer, you want to feel all of him. Stars are clouding your vision, the world ceases to exist and thereâs nothing else in it but you and the man on top of you. He feels so good, like heâs meant to be right there with you and Suguru feels the same. Like he found home, like he belongs there, in the warmth of your embrace, in the tightness of your walls. He loves the way you cling to him, the way your nails dig into his skin and your heels dig into his ass, urging him to go harder, faster. He complies, his hips snapping against yours as the wet sounds of your bodies colliding echo through the room, alongside your moans and gasps.
He changes the angle, shifting his hips to hit that spot inside you that makes the stars glitter before your eyes. He knows heâs found it when your back arches off the bed, your nails scoring down his back and a scream tears from your throat. He loves the sound, he loves the sight. He loves how you come undone, how beautifully blissed out your expression is, how your eyes lock with his even though you see nothing but haze. He grins, a smile lost against your skin as he continues pounding into you relentlessly, chasing his own high. He can feel it already, it threatens to consume him. His balls draw up tight, his heart races in his chest.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his groans and whimpers against your tender flesh as his hand grips your hip tightly. You match him thrust for thrust, nails leaving angry red marks in their wake. You feel the pleasure building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter until you feel you might explode. Your walls start to flutter around him to the rhythm of your heartbeat and the desire coursing through your veins.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â Suguru gasps, his voice strained with exertion. He knows youâre close, it drives him insane. âIâm gonnaââ He cuts himself off with a guttural moan as his climax hits him like a freight train. He follows you into the pit of pure delight, headfirst, no thoughts. Just pure, overwhelming bliss.
He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, as his hips buck forward few more times, riding out your highs with stuttered thrusts. You both lay there, panting and sweating, basking in the afterglow of passion. His softening cock slips out of you, followed by a gush of combined fluids but none of you worries about the mess, too blissed out to care about a thing.
âWow,â he breathes, nuzzling his face into your neck, finding your pulse with his lips. âThat was incredible.â
You giggle softly, carding your fingers through his sweat-dampened locks. They feel like silk, soft and luxurious. âMm, it certainly was.â
âI donât deserve you,â he exhales, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms. He presses a tender kiss to your temple, marveling at the intimacy of the moment. It feels new, like an uncharted territory that he wants to explore further. With you. âI meant what I said earlier,â he murmurs, his voice barely above whisper and sincere. âI want to be better. To be worthy of you.â
You hum, lifting your head to look at him and all you see in his violet eyes is raw honesty and a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. âI believe you,â you tell him, leaning in to capture his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. Thereâs no more rush, no more lust â just pure, soft affection. âAnd I want to help you change. Together, yeah?â
Suguru smiles against our mouth, his heart swelling with love he never knew he was capable of.
Together.
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ANIMALS ft. Natty
natty x male reader smut
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âAll Iâm saying is,â Natty starts, like she always does, with more unsolicited advice than you can handle at 2 AM, "for someone that complains so much about not having a sex life, you really donât do much to fix it."
âAnd what, oh wise friend of mine, is your recommendation.â
âI donât know. Get a haircut. Dress better. Try not being a massive pussy?â Natty shrugs. Or at least you think she does. Only so much you can tell over the phone.
You sigh. Bite back the urge to tell her to fuck off. But then, who else would talk you to sleep at this ungodly hour? So instead, you concede the point. âNoted.â
âOr, you know, if itâll stop you from being such a little bitch,â and now sheâs laughing, cackling really, and not once has that ever, ever meant anything good. "You could always just fuck me."
â
Two weeks and twelve hours post-Nattyâs incredibly unhelpful suggestion that did absolutely nothing to alleviate you of your insomnia, and youâre back on the phone with her.
Only this time, there's video.
So, yay.
"Help me, please."
Itâs a Friday and Natty's begging, again.
Because she knows she can count on you, knows that youâve long since resigned yourself to your fate as Nattyâs on-call âfixerâ. There for everything from life-changing career decisions to helping her figure out what show to stream next.
And now, apparently, choosing her outfit for tonight.
âHelp me, help me, help me, help me.â
God, this woman and her begging. Knowing full well that itâs your kryptonite.
"Okay, okay, okay," you're relenting, much earlier than usual. Mostly because as far as Nattyâs petulant requests usually go this oneâs a walk in the park. âBut donât you have people for this sort of thing? People who donât, and I quote, âhave a dogshit taste in style?ââ
âIt is dogshit!â Natty calls out, already turned around and leaving you (her phone) on the vanity, facing out to her bedroom and all its hideous pinkness. She disappears from the screen, diving deep into her closet for yet another pair of shorts that will most certainly hug way too close, or a top that dips way too low, or a pair of heels that screamâ'hey, I have legs, would you like to spread them?' "But!"
Natty returns to the camera with a leather beltâoh no, that's a leather skirtâin hand; clad in nothing but a casual cotton bra/underwear combination that sheâs filling out far too well for your sleep-deprived brain to handle.
She holds up the skirt against her waist for your consideration. Poses. It wouldn't cover a thing. Or maybe that's the pointâagain, you don't have any fashion sense, whatsoever.
âYouâre a man, and I need a manâs opinion because Iâm hoping to take one home tonight to fuck my brains out until I forget about this shit-storm of a week. So, you knowâhelp a girl out?â
âAs always, you have quite a way with words.â
Natty leans towards the camera, bending down to stare right at you. It makes entirely too much sense that sheâs built an entire career around doing just this.
âItâs my third language, asshole.â
The insult lands softer than she likely intended, considering well, youâre a little too distracted to take it. Itâs entirely her fault. The angle makes her tits look far too immaculate to pay any attention to her mouth.
Maybe she should consider going out just like this?
Yeah, thatâd definitely get her fucked.
But, she frowns before you can make the suggestion, turning on her heels and sashaying back to her closet, leaving you to choke on air at the sight of her ass stretching out her favourite pair of panties. (The white pair with the pretty-pink bows. The one that rides up her ass when she stretches, bends, sneezesâbasically any time sheâs not standing perfectly still. And even then.)
Anyone else and this whole thing would be weird. Well, weirder than it already is.
See, you and Natty have this thing; this odd, cat and dog relationship thatâs been going on since what feels like the dawn of time:
Youâve watched her shamelessly cycle through men faster than a teenager through a box of tissues, leaving a trail of broken hearts and broken cocks in her wake.
While sheâs been forced to witness every time youâve met âthe oneâ, only to be there months later to help pick up the pieces when youâre burying your feelings in video games and alcohol and porn, wondering how it all went so wrong.
All this to say that seeing Natty bouncing around in her underwear with that laser-beam of a smile of hers; with all of her soft curves, thick thighs, her ridiculous ass and again, those immaculate fucking tits isn't that unusual.
In fact, it doesn't really do anything for you at all.
(Fucking liar.)
âHere, how about this.â Natty appears from the corner of the screen, having found a top thatâs somehow made of even less material than the bra sheâs already got on. The gall of her to ask, "Too much or not enough?"
You deadpan. âDoes it come in adult sizes too?â
Natty grins, because she can read it right on your stupid face. She looks so, unbearably hot. Without even trying that hard. This bitch. âSo just right, then.â
And then she twirls, leaving you to face her back, and before you even have time to blink, Nattyâs bra has fallen down her shoulders; and youâre hating how you lean in to look because this damn app has no zoom feature to save your sorry eyesight.
Her fucking tits. Perfect, bouncy. Even through the pixels, even from behind, you can still see the way they spill.
She slips on her chosen top for the eveningâa tiny, strappy numberâand spins back around to face you in all her Natty glory. By the skin of your teeth, youâre looking away and leaning back, feigning nonchalance and leaving her none the wiser.
You think.
âYou know,â Natty says, tilting to one side, hand on hip. Fuck, even that slightest movement makes them bounce. Utterly, utterly obscene. âYou should just come tonight.â
Youâre saying, âFuck no,â before sheâs even finished her sentence. âComing tonightâ means âclubbingâ, and âclubbingâ means being stuck listening to the shittiest music, surrounded by the worst people in all of Korea, drinking overpriced slop and watching Natty turn down a revolving door of douchebags on the dancefloor.
So, yeah.
If âfuck noâsâ were bricks, youâd be building the Great Wall of âFuck Noâ, big enough for aliens on the other side of the galaxy to see with a fucking telescope and have their first contact with the human race be a giant âFuck Noâ.
And thatâs your polite way of turning her down.
Yet somehow, Nattyâs hardly deterred.
âCome on, itâll be fun,â Natty sing-songs, shuffling on her tiptoes, shifting her weight from foot to foot, making her entire body jiggle. Itâs like sheâs intentionally trying to sell you on the idea with every little movement. Make you believe that if you came with her, youâd be able to find someone who comes close to looking half as good as she does in that⊠whatever-the-fuck that is. Bralette? Crop top? Whatever. Fat chance. "Come on, come, come, come. Be my wingman please!"
You already have your second âfuck noâ queued up, but Natty just wonât stop fucking talking.
âDonât you want to get laid? Donât you think you need to have fun after whatâs-her-name?â Natty continues, pouting at you through the screen.
And there it is, a study in how Natty usually gets her wayâjutting out her bottom lip, digging her thumb into the waistband of her panties to expose just a smidge more skin, leaning just right to make her tits look like theyâre about to pop out. Itâs like sheâs got a fucking manual. Â
âDonât tell me youâd rather stay at home with Handalf the Grey than come out with me and all my hot friends?â
âYou mean having to clean up after all your âhot friendsâ and their bullshit while you run off to score free drinks?â You retort, recalling all the other times when she managed to entice you out of your self-imposed isolation and into the deafening, sweaty hellhole known as a nightclub.
âSaid hot friends that youâre too much of a pussy to hit on, mind you,â Natty chides, and then oh-so-casually decides to drop this nugget: "They all like you, you know, they'd be more than happy to break this dry spell of yours if you just asked. Donât act like I havenât seen the way you look at Julie."
You can feel your cheeks reddening. Youâre not a teenager. You shouldnât blush at this shit. But here you are, falling for Nattyâs words and their magical abilities to needle at your insecurities and fill your head with thoughts of her friends and all their... well, incredibly positive attributes.
Natty pounces on your lapse in composure and gets closer to the camera, crouches. Drops down so sheâs on her heels and all you can see in that tiny window of your phone is the red of her plush, plump lips.
âCome, you pussyââ
âNattyââ
âDo it pussyââ
âNatty, if you think thatâs going to workââ
âPussy, pussy, pussyââ
Youâre yelling down the phone: âFuck, fine!â
Nattyâs victory dance is already in full swing before the words have even left your mouth. Bouncing around her room in pure joy at once again having ruined your evening. Dancing in that barely-there outfit, treating you to entirely sinful ripples across her curves and dips, pure sex on a pair of toned legs. Really makes you wonder how the fuck is she not illegal in at least fifty different countries. Â
You hide your face in your hands, because there it is, the reason youâve never really been able to deny her:
Her laughter, her energy, her fucking shameless glee whenever she manages to get her way (which, if youâre keeping count, is every single time).
Sheâs just so frustratingly adorable.
Somewhere in her celebrations, Natty finds exactly what she was looking for. Reaches down to the floor, picking up a beltâno, thatâs another skirtâthis one even tinier than the first.
âOh, this is perfect,â she preens, holding it out to the camera (to you), before stepping right into it. She spins around, making it dance around her hips. It does wonders for her thighs. "How do I look?â
You swallow. âLike youâre going to get fucked tonight.â
The glint in Nattyâs eyes. Like youâve just served up the finest compliment on a silver platter. You feel sorry for whatever poor soul crosses her path tonight.
Natty winks. âHereâs to hoping.â
â
Guess what?
Turns out you were right: this is the worst place in the world.
Only, youâre the sole person here that seems to think that.
Hours have passed since you helped Natty look perfectly fuckable and youâre at the bar, trying and failing to get the attention of the bartender. Unfortunately, he, like every other male with a beating heart and a boner seems far more interested in Nattyâs little dance routine than his thirsty clientele.
You canât blame him, really. Itâs built in how she moves.
Strobe lights cutting through the air like knives, slicing her into this series of absolutely pornographic snapshots as she dances. And sheâs not alone, she has friendsâbeautiful, all of them, in their own ways. They spin and twirl around her; but Nattyâs the sun here, the star that everything orbits.
(You included).
You see it play outâthe Natty effect. Men, even women alike gravitate to her, drawn by that magnetic force that is Natty at her very best. Trying to get a dance, maybe whisper a line they stole from some movie in her ear, even dare to reach out to touch or press themselves up against her.
But sheâs a black hole, a dark star. Canât get too close.
One by one, theyâre swallowed up by the void of Nattyâs disinterest. The shoulders slump, the smiles falter, and the hope in their eyes dies as Natty, with a simple flick of her wrist sends them stumbling back into the crowd, forgotten almost immediately.
And the whole time sheâs doing this, sheâs got you in her line of sight. A wink here, a smile there, a dance on its own; and all you can do is nod and pretend like youâre okay with all this.
You inhale. Deeply.
Her outfit looks even tinier in person.
You turn away for just a moment, shaking off thoughts of Natty, of her hips and their sway and her winks and her smile; attempting (and failing) to flag down the bartender once more.
This fucking night.
But, when you look back, Nattyâs no longer on the dancefloor.
Sheâs standing next to you. Arms looping around your neck.
âNattyââ
But sheâs not listening. Her eyes are darting around the room, searching for somethingâor someoneâthat you canât see. Your stomach clenches, because that look on Nattyâs face? Thatâs not her usual Iâm-about-to-make-some-poor-soul-my-bitch look. Thatâs something else entirely. Thatâs fear.
âShut up, I need a favour,â sheâs in your ear, yelling over the thrum of the bass thatâs rattling your ribcage.
You lean in, bend down to meet her, because, frankly, youâre worried. Youâve never seen Natty like this, wide eyed and shaky. Never seen her be anything but comfortable.
Youâve also never been this close to her. Felt her breath hot against your neck, felt her body press up against you, felt her softness, felt herâ
Fuck, you should be asking her whatâs wrong, but before you can even do that, the bartender's filling two shot glasses and sliding them over to Natty.
She takes one. You take the other. It tastes lethal.
Nattyâs nails dig into the back of your neck, and she looks at you, intense. Words fast and frantic. âJust pretend weâre together, okay? For a bit. Until I can figure this out. Justâjust keep playing along, yeah?â
You blink. The room blurs around you. You think you mightâve misheard. âWhat?â
âBe my boyfriend,â she says, taking a second shot before you can even digest the first. âI need you. Thereâs some creep and I need you. Now, please?â
You turn immediately, scanning the floor, but the lights and shadows make it near impossible to make out anything other than vague shapes and strobes of colour, let alone pinpoint a face. "Natty, where is he, I canâ"
"No, no, no," she cuts you off with a shake of her head. âFocus on me.â
âWait, why do I have toââ
âOh, shit there he isââ
And then sheâs kissing you.
Ending whatever argument you may have had, because sheâs grabbing, pulling you in, and her lips are on yours and oh fuck, sheâs really, really kissing you.
Itâs a slap to the face, and you need to reel in from the sting. Because youâre already forgetting what youâre doing, forgetting how your limbs work, because Nattyâs putting on the performance of a lifetime and youâre having trouble keeping up.
Her hands are in your hair, yours at the small of her back, and sheâs pulling you close, squishing against you and the taste of herâsweet like candy and sharp like vodkaâfilling you all the way up.
Your tongue catches up, flicking against hers, licking inside of her mouth and sheâs even convincing youâas if sheâs the one thatâs always been into the love at first sight bullshit and youâre the non-believer.
And itâs a problem, how right this feels. Because this isnât what friends doâdefinitely not Natty and you. But still, you can feel her tension, her need for this to be believable; and you donât dare to fuck it all up.
So you kiss her back, because thatâs what you do for Natty.
You always do what she needs.
Youâre about to pull away; this should be enough to have every single person here convinced that youâre hers and sheâs yours. But Nattyâs already sliding her tongue back in your mouth, pleading, âKeep going,â the moment a gap opens between your lips; and youâre diving back into the kiss without a second thought.
And then you hear it.
A flash of a camera.
A cheer.
A whistle.
Julie, Haneul, BelleâNattyâs friends, staring at you like proud fairy godmothers witnessing their own magic at work.
You break the kiss. You look down at Natty.
She giggles.
You feel like a fucking idiot.
"There is no creep, is there?"
Natty shrugs, looks up at you, and she actually looksâwhat is this? Shy? Embarrassed?
"There couldâve been," she says, her eyes wide and innocent, a mask. You see through her like you should have when she first wrapped her arms around your neck. Â Oh sure, like sheâs ever been innocent for a second in her entire life.
Sheâs far too smug for that.
You roll your eyes. You feel like every other idiot thatâs ever fallen for a bat of her lashes and a peek at her tits. Hope is a hell of a drug, especially when Nattyâs the dealer. And yet, despite yourself, the corner of your mouth quirks up. "You're fucking insane."
âMaybe.â Thereâs a long pause. Sheâs staring at your mouth. She presses a finger to your sternum. âBut I had to do something.â
It takes a second. What?
What does that mean?
You stare at Natty, lick your lips. Her taste still lingers.
âAsk yourself the same question Iâve been asking myself for months now,â she says, louder this time, her voice cutting through the noise of the club and hitting your ears with a sobering clarity.
You know what sheâs going to sayâwhat sheâs going to ask before sheâs even opened her mouth. Youâve been asking yourself the same thing too.
So, swallow hard, try to ignore the way Nattyâs friends have gone quiet. Try to ignore Nattyâs hand still resting against your chest, her eyes burning a hole right through you.
âWhy havenât we had sex yet?â
The bloodâs rushing to your cheeks; the music's too loud, the lights too bright, and the room's suddenly spinning around you like a carousel.
Fucking embarrassing.
But Natty doesnât crack a smile. She just looks up at you. Hopeful. Searching you, searching your eyes for an actual answer; and you already know what it is.
âBecause, Natty, weâre friends.â You offer up a weak smile, hoping against hope that sheâll buy it.
But she shakes her head. âOh, please. Like thatâs ever stopped anyone before. Besides, if you want to put a label on it, call it whatever the fuck you want. I just know what I need. Do you?â
You sigh. She gets closer. And closer.
Until your nose is brushing hers. Until her breath is hot on your face, until your heart is racing so fast you can feel it in your ears. Until her hand is sliding down, down, down, until itâs resting over your pants and oh, oh no, youâre straining.
You gasp. She smirks.
âSee? You want it too. And I know you do, because, sweetie, your cockâs practically begging me to pull it out and shove it between my tits right here in front of everyone.â
She just throws it out there, so casually, so bluntly, she might as well be talking about the weather. And maybe, maybe itâs the alcohol, or maybe itâs just Natty being Natty, but fuck you canât do anything but stay frozen still.
Youâre letting her hand linger. Youâre letting her touch you like sheâs got every right in the world. Youâre letting her because thereâs a part of youâthe part thatâs growing by the secondâthat wants to see just how far sheâll take this.
âSo, what is the real reason, ba-by?â
Because youâre in love with her. Youâre in love with her, and you canât just have casual sex with someone youâre in love with because it will ruin you.
But you donât say that. Instead, you just tell her: âTiming.â
That makes her laugh. Has her closing what little gap remained between your bodies, until her tits are flush against your chest, and youâre coming to the conclusion that, yes, you did help her pick out the perfect outfit for tonight.
Perfectly, hopelessly, fuckable.
âWell,â she says, and sheâs pulling you back down again and shutting you up with yet another kiss. âWeâve got all the time in the world now, donât we?â
â
Youâve been here before.
Many, many times before.
You installed the showerhead and fixed all the cabinets yourself. Even secured the lock that youâre now unlocking with the digits that you coded.
But somehow, it feels like a first.
First time youâve kissed her in the back of a car, pushed your hand up her skirt, felt the heat of her against your fingertips. First time youâve pinned her against the wall of an elevator, made her feel just how desperate you were for her against her thigh, made her promise to be so good for you when you got to her door.
First time being pulled through the threshold, hands at your chest, tearing your shirt off you before youâve even stepped foot in her apartment. Had her smiling against your mouth, because sheâs won, again, and you canât even bother to argue because youâve lost to her so many times now that this shouldnât be so surprising.
What is surprising though is how youâre naked first.
"Terrible, terrible taste." Natty's clicking her tongue as your shoes, your shirt, your pants are scattered along the floor behind you. âWeâll have to fix that.â
And then sheâs moving on, hands clawing down your stomach to land at the waistband of your underwear, hooking her thumbs in and yanking down. Youâre so obviously hardâyouâve barely made any effort to hide it from herâfuck, you pretty much flagged down the taxi with it.
"Holy fuck," is the first thing out of Natty's mouth when she takes a hold of you, feeling the naked weight of you in her palm. "Youâre really not messing around, are you? I was expectingâ"
"A sad, lonely little thing," you finish for her, because you've heard it before. "Yeah, you like to mention it a lot."
But Nattyâs not laughing now.
Sheâs just staring. Almost reverently. She decides, her voice a little raspy, tinted with an apprehension that you never knew she was capable of mustering, "I like it. It's... massive."
You lean in, pressing your mouth against hers because if sheâs going to say that, youâre going to kiss her, again and again, and thereâs a strong possibility you're never going to stop.
She whimpers, gasps into your mouth, says your name for the first timeânot some nickname, not a jab or an insult. Just your name, in your ears, like itâs something sacred.
Youâre not a saint. You canât ignore that.
Your cock jumps in her hand, and as if on instinct, she strokes you.
It's slow, purposeful. She's too good at this. Knows the right pressure, where to twist and wind her wrist. How to sweep her thumb over the tip, smear pre-cum over your skin, and this entire time she's staring down at your cock like she's discovered something new.
âThis is going to ruin me, isn't it?â she whispers, and you nod, because your voice is lodged in your throat and sheâs stealing the air from your lungs. âGoing to fit so fucking nicely inside me. Fuck itâs going to stretch me.â
You groan, collapse your weight into Natty, press your lips against the column of her throat.
Both hands now, one underneath, toying with your balls, balancing them in her fingers, and the other doing its best to squeeze, to pump, to make you fall for her with every stroke.
âI canât wait to ride this,â Natty kisses these words into your cheek, your jaw, leaves these marks all over your collarbone. âI wonder if I can fit it down my throat. God, can you imagine what itâll look like between my tits?â
And that makes your cock throb.
Because face it, Natty has always had a way of getting into your head; is far too dangerous with her words, and sheâs all too willing to abuse this power she has over you to get you do what she wants, which is now, apparently, fucking her senseless.
You let her, let her build and build this pressure, let it coil inside you, tighter and tighter. Until the need to feel her, all of her, is too much to handle.
Until you grab her, take her by the shoulders, push herânot hard, but firmlyâagainst the nearest wall.
Youâre not gentle about it, because Natty doesnât want gentle. She wants rough, she wants passionate, she wants to be fucked and have her cunt worshipped by way of complete ruin.
Sheâs told you as much.
"That's more like it," Natty bites into your ear, grips your shoulders. She follows your eyes. "Let me guess, my tits?"
So, maybe she has caught you looking once or twice. Either way, you donât care much for her top anymore, itâs served its purpose. You take a fistful of it and pull, ripping it right off her and tossing it to the floor with everything else thatâs kept the two of you from tearing each other apart.
âBetter?â Natty poses for you, puts her tits on displayâand yeah, you were right all along. Fucking immaculate.
You take a hold of one, palm it; fill your hand with flesh, twinge those dark, plump nipples, because of course youâre going to. Youâre going to pinch and squeeze and suck on them. Youâre going to mark her like sheâs already done to you. Mark them, with your teeth, with your tongue. Fuck, youâre going to make them yours.
But for now, you're just going to slap them, because you want to watch them jiggle up close.
You laugh. Natty does too.
"Much better."
And with that, youâre back on her. Kisses that are sloppy, wet, and filled with all the pent-up want that's been simmering for months. You donât even know where to begin with Natty, but you start with her mouth. Itâs a good place. Itâs always a good place with Natty.
Her hand doesnât stop moving, canât, wonât. The friction is heaven; you just let her touch you, fuck her hand while you indulge in her tits. Get to know the weight of them, the balance, the softness.
A sigh into your ear as your tongue finally finds her breasts, deep and messy, sliding over her nippleâsheâs already so sensitive, just a flick and sheâs gasping. Youâre not even trying to be precise anymore, not that Natty needs it, not that she needs anything but for you to enjoy yourself against her.
It all makes the room seem smaller, the walls close, surrounding you with the scentâcinnamon and sweat and something else thatâs just her.
âSee this is why fucking me is such a great idea,â she slurs against your shoulder, hand tightening, stroking you harder, faster.
You mumble an affirmative into her breast. Itâs a miracle you can still stand upright.
âIsnât this so much better than like everything else? Anyone else?â She sighs, breathy, sweet sounds, as she takes you by the wrist, guides your hand southwards.
Fingertips graze her stomach, trace around her belly button and lower; until youâre digging into her skirt and feeling the heat rise off her skin. Sheâs soaked right through her panties, dripping with it. Another place for your tongue to land.
âWe can just be fucking honest with each other,â Nattyâs explaining, eyes tearing when your finger pads her clit, pressing down just right. âYou already told me all the things you hate. All the things your bitch exes never let you do.â And she smiles, wicked. âNever had the tits to give you.â
Christ.
âAnd I can get you to fuck me exactly how I want with this big, fucking cock,â Natty finishes. "Weâre a perfect fucking match."
Itâs at that moment you find the zipper of her skirt, tugging it down, watching it fall to the feet. Leaving Natty to step out of the tiny scrap of fabric she calls her panties; abandoning the sticky mess of cotton.
You take a step back, unlatch your lips from her tits, because you need to see it. Need to finally see her, see your Natty, see the Natty you've never allowed yourself to look at.
So, take your time, drink her inâbecause the way sheâs standing there, the way sheâs touching herself now; biting her lip, sighing your name. All but saying, âLook all you want, but donât you dare look awayâ.
Look at the arch of her neck, the red youâve left there, that trail youâve burned down to her tits. Bruised and swollen from your tongue, your kisses, and yet still not marked enough. Follow the curve of her hips; how they flare out from her waist, the plush squish of her ass cheeks against the wall behind her.
You want to kiss her, from the tips of her toes to the top of head; all of her, every part of her, because now sheâs going to finally let you.
Because now you're going to fuck her until all she knows is you, going to make her scream your name, going to make her beg for you to fill her with your cock and cum and never ever leave her cunt empty again.
Thatâs the plan, anyway.
But Nattyâs got plans of her own.
âDidnât you say,â Natty begins, sighing, circling her cunt in a rhythm that youâre dying to recreate. She licks her lips. âThat your last ex refused to suck that lovely, magnificent cock of yours?
"Yeah," you stammer, at a loss for breath at just the sight of it all. âAnd werenât you trying to find someone to fuck your brains out?â
Nattyâs eyes light up; and there's that easy, charming grin that knocks you right off your feet. "Youâve always been such a good listener."
â
Natty's plotting to ruin you.
It's the only possible explanation for the way she's looking at you right nowâon her knees, at the foot of her bed, flanked by walls painted an ugly shade of pastel pink and Natty's tits, sandwiching your cock.
Youâd imagined it, thought about it when you shouldnât have been thinking about it. Whenever she brought you to watch her perform, whenever she sent you pictures of her outfit of the day. But your eyes always went there. Straight to Nattyâs tits, every time.
You knew they were big.
Youâve felt them, on accident (though they donât seem like accidents anymore).
But now, to have them enveloping your cock, drowning your shaft in their softness, and to have her, staring at your face with so much fucking excitement as she gives you everything youâve ever wantedâitâs surreal.
Youâre dying to paint them white.
âLooks like youâre already about to fall apart, baby,â she teases, and itâs even worse now that sheâs calling you these sweet names, saying them like sheâs always wanted to, like sheâs finally letting herself. âCouldnât wait, could you?â
âFuck, Nattyââ you breathe out, your hands finding her hair, tightening, because thatâs all you can manage to do when Nattyâs in control. Like sheâs always been.
âMmhmm,â she hums, keeping her eyes on you, making sure youâre watching, even as her tongue flicks out to taste you. A slow, taunting lick to make you buck your hips, desperate to feel the suction of her lips. âYou must have been dreaming about this, huh?â
You donât bother lying. She already knows the answer. âEvery. Fucking. Night.â
Nattyâs smile spreads across her face, and she rewards you with a kiss, pressing her lips down onto the head of your cock; before sliding them lower, eyes fluttering shut with the first taste of you. âWell, what took you so long? All you needed to do was show me your cock and Iâd have been happy to do it whenever you want me to. Happy for you to use my tits as your cum rag. You know that, right?â
She moves; and the sight of it aloneâNattyâs tits wrapped around your cock, bobbing up and down, hypnotising you with the flicker of her nipplesâup and down, up and down. Itâs merciless, unrelenting, and she keeps talking, keeps kissing these sweet little words into your cock that makes your hips jerk, trying to fuck her tits faster, harder.
"Look at how perfect you look," Natty keeps going, "how your cock fits so snug."
The sounds sheâs tearing from your throat as her tits take you, and sheâs barely even started.
âBut we can do better, canât we?â
Her pace picks up, and with it, the tightness of your grip on her hair. Sheâs pushing the ample mounds together, squeezing, putting her whole body into it, into this new art sheâs pioneering. Driving you insane with just her breasts, making you swell between them, throbbing as she works you over.
âSo big," sheâs panting from just the effort, the bounce, bounce, bounce of it all, "I can feel you getting so much bigger."
Everythingâs going too fast, her tits are too soft, her lips on you too hot, and sheâs drooling, her spit dripping down onto your cock. You want to tell her to stop, that you canât take it, but Natty just keeps going.
"Fuck,â Natty mewls, pinching her own nipples, for you, for her. Pinching and rolling them, making them nice and stiff and swollen. âLet me just try andââ
She cranes her head, bends; takes your cock deeper into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue darts out licks your cock, gets that sweet spot on the underside, makes you shake underneath her.
Natty holds you there, even as you groan, even as your hips rise; just licks, spits, sucks. Her mouth moving up and down on you, making a mess down your shaft, down her tits. Taking you deeper, deeper, until youâre fucking her face.
She moans around you as your hips buck and you push deep, desperate for it. Her eyes water, her cheeks hollow, and sheâs got you. Youâre in her mouth and sheâs loving it. Loving the power she has over you, loving giving you what she wants, loving how youâre pulling her by the hair, desperate to feed her more of your cock into her throat.
Like your entire relationship has been building up to this momentâto Nattyâs tits wrapped around you, her mouth all over you, her eyes on yours, watching as you fuck her face.
"Fuck, Natty," you grunt, your voice barely recognisable. "What the fuckâ"
But Natty's just smiling, youâre fucking that smug little smile on her lips, and sheâs taunting you. "Come on baby, keep going, keep going."
Itâs utterly obsceneâthe smack of her lips around your cock, her slobbering all over you, her gagging, her moaning around you, looking up at you and asking, âIs that all youâve got?â
You're so close, so fucking close, and she knows it. Moving her tits faster, faster, and you're about to blow your load all over Natty's pretty face, her chest.
But she keeps talking.
Even as you stuff her cheeks, even as you muffle her, âNone of those other skinny bitches could do this, could they, could handle this big, fat cock?â
Even as you force her down, pull her by the hair, âYouâve been so obsessed with my body, so obsessed with my tits, havenât you?â
Even as her tits slide off you and your cock smacks her across her cheek, âI always saw the way you looked at them, fuck I was showing them off for you, you just took too fucking long to notice.â
She won't stop fucking talking.
You finally snap. "God, are you ever going to stop?"
But Natty just laughs, bats her lashes. Slides her tongue from your base to your tip. "Maybe you should find something to gag me with."
Your hand wraps around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes go wide, to make her mouth pop open. She rolls out her tongue for you, and you know what she expects you to do, what she expects you to fill her mouth with.
But you donâtâinstead, you fill it with your kiss.
It's deep, itâs bruising, itâs saying âfuck youâ in the sweetest way possible, without uttering a single syllable. Natty laughs against your mouth, a âfuck youâ right back with her teeth, biting down on your lower lip. Not breaking skinânot yetâbut the promise is there.
Her hand leaves your cock to wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to her, her mouth eager for yours, and you donât even think twice before you hoist her up, her legs wrapping around your waist. Giggling againâanother sound thatâs going to be your undoingâbefore youâre both stumbling back onto her bed.
The mattress dips under the weight of your bodies falling back into it. Natty straddles you, presses her cunt down onto your thighs. So wet you can feel it on your thigh, leaving your skin sticky and stained with her. Your hands move to her hips, dragging her closer, so you can feel the friction grinding against your cock, making you ache.
She breaks your kiss, gasping for air. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wideâseeing her pant like this, itâs not even fair. Sheâs just so fucking beautiful, like a painting youâre afraid to touch because you might smudge it.
You tell her as much.
She blinks. Blushes.
Grins.
âYou,â Natty breathes, her hand trailing down your chest, finding your heartbeat, resting there for a beat, two, âare so fucking in love with me.â
You donât argue because sheâs right.
Her hand slides up your arms, nails dig in and sheâs got your wrists, pinning them over your head. You let her. Let her grind herself against your cock, feel the warm, wet heat of her cunt against the tip.
She takes her sweet time, melting herself into you, pressing her tits into your chest, and you can feel her heart racing against yours.
She whispers, âGod, Iâve waited so fucking long for this.â
You canât even form a coherent thought, so you just grunt.
âIâve dreamt about this so much,â she continues, breathless words sending shivers down your spine. âYour cock, fuck, itâs just as perfect as I imagined. And now, itâs all mine.â
And then she does itâshe sinks down onto you, slow and sweet, her pussy taking you in inch by glorious inch. You groan into her shoulder, your eyes shut as Nattyâs tight heat surrounds you. Itâs like nothing youâve ever felt before; sure thereâs been others but something about Nattyâs cunt is so intense itâs almost painful.
âSo tight,â you grit out, the words torn from your chest like theyâre made of glass. She just laughs, low, sultry, and starts to move.
Itâs a dance, a rhythm thatâs been building between the two of you for what feels like an eternity. Sheâs rocking her hips back and forth in this torturous grind. Fucking you like itâs the last thing sheâll ever do, like she needs to make the most of it. Like youâre going to vanish into thin air the second she lets you go.
âI knew youâd feel this good,â Natty sighs into your neck, already surrendering to your cock. âFuck, I knew itâwhy did you keep this from me?â
You canât answer, not really.
Youâre too lost in the feel of her, too consumed by the way sheâs moving on top of you. Every inch of her body is pressed against yours, and sheâs so warm, so alive, that you canât think of anything but how Nattyâs finally letting you in. How sheâs letting you make her whole.
But itâs too much. Nattyâs cunt, tight and wet, fucking you so slow itâs a fucking crime. Pinning you down, a butterfly on a board spread out, displayed, unable to do anything but take her sweet, sweet punishment. And sheâs whispering it in your ear, grinding down, rolling her hips, âFuck you. Fuck you for keeping this from me,â with every stroke.
Sheâs doing it on purpose, youâre sure of it. Driving you crazy, making you beg, making you want it more than youâve ever wanted anything in your life. Your hips jerk up to meet her, trying to speed things up, to get that friction you need, but Natty just pushes down on your shoulders, keeping you in place.
So you tell her, "This is fucking torture."
Natty just smirks, her hips never stilling. "Is it?" she asks, as if this all isnât intentional. Like she doesnât have some grand plan to ensure you never forget the things her cunt can do to you. "Do something about it then."
So, you do.
It takes more effort than youâll ever admit, but you break her grip on your wrists, grab her hips, and flip her over, sending her sprawling onto the bed, face down.
The squeal from her. Itâs music.
How her eyes go wide when you treat her like a ragdoll, how her tits juggle and bounce, smacking the mattress. And when you push down into her, slamming your hips into her ass, how she arches back into you, her back bowing like a fucking violin.
âYes!â She cries, fucking cheers into the mattress, like sheâs been waiting for thisâfor you to have had enough of her shit and take her without asking. âYes, yes, yesââ
You hover over her, throb inside her. "Is this what you fucking wanted?"
Natty sighs into the bedsheets, urging her hips against you, begging without words, begging for you to do more.
âYou want it rough, baby?â
âYeah,â Natty says, pushing back against you again, nodding immediately. âIf you can.â
Still with the provocations, unable to resist pressing at your buttons.
You grab her hair, yank it back so sheâs staring at you, force her to look at you. And you fuck her hard. Fuck her like youâve wanted to since the first time she walked into your life and decided to make it all about her.
You fill her with deep, long strokes, fill the room with the smacks of your hips colliding against her, of your cock thrusting into her cunt again and again.
She claws at the sheets, trying to find purchase, trying to push back against you. But youâre too strong, too desperate.
You pound into her, impale her with your cock, watch her face twist in pleasure, in pain. Youâre fucking her like youâre trying to break her, like she asked. Trying to solve herâhow hard can she take it, how deep, how fast.
But Natty wonât give you an answer, she just takes it allâevery inch, ever pump into her sopping wet cunt. Just grins and takes every bit of your need, your frustration. A bottomless pit of pleasure, begging for more with every whine, every little noise she makes thatâs not quite a scream but is so close that it rattles your brain.
And when you finally let go of her hair, Nattyâs licking her lips, and without even a care for what it does to you, she coaxes, âYou can do better.â
You donât know how she can talk right now, how she can even think with your cock so deep inside her, but something about the way she says it makes you want to test the limits of her ability to stay coherent.
But first, thereâs the problem of her ass.
âLetâs see about that,â you murmur, dragging your hand down her spine, feeling the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, and coming to a stop at her perfectly rounded ass. Itâs a masterpiece, a work of art, and youâve always had a bit of an artistâs soul.
You do what comes naturally.
A spank against Nattyâs ass. Hard, hard enough to make her yelp.
Againâanother slap, another yelp, louder, better.
You keep fucking her, keep spanking her, keep watching red bloom across her cheeks and Natty squirm underneath you. The whines get louder, her cunt gets wetter, but itâs still not enough to dull that smug look on her face.
âFuck yes,â Natty gasps, raises her ass, presenting it to you like a trophy for you to claim. âI always knew you had it in you.â
You grab her hips harder, your knuckles white, your hand a blur as it connects with her ass. Itâs so explicit, the sound of it in the quiet of Nattyâs apartmentâeach spank echoing through the room like a gunshot.
But Natty just takes it, her body jolting with each hit, her cunt tensing and tightening around you.
âGod, donât fucking stop,â Natty sputters, tears of pained pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes. âYouâre using me so good.â
You lean down, kissing hard against her neck, branding her shoulder. You want her to feel you, to remember you. To not be able to ever feel remotely good again without first thinking of you.
"It's your fucking fault, Natty," you growl into her ear. "You drive me mad."
And she laughs, the sound vibrating through her body and going straight to your cock. "Good," she answers, "Good. Be mad. Be angry."
But youâre beyond that now, beyond the point of no return. All that you know is Nattyâs cunt, Nattyâs ass, Nattyâs moans, and Nattyâs grin that youâre aching to wipe off her face.
"Fucking hate me if you want," sheâs saying, and she canât seem to stop, "just donât stop fuckingâah!â
You nearly stop when you realise youâve finally done it. Finally left Natty out of breath, lost for words. A fucking miracle, reallyâthe kind that makes you feel like a fucking god.
It doesnât stop her cunt clenching around you, tight as a vice, because even now, Nattyâs got some kind of death grip pussy, and sheâs using it to fucking kill you.
You whisper in her ear, âYou like that?â
Her only response is a breathy, needy little whine, so you spank her again.
And again.
Her cunt tightens. Sheâs close, so close. You can feel it.
âYou like it when I use you, Natty?â
She nods, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth crying into the mattress, a mess of hair and sweat and utter bliss.
âSay it,â you demand, slapping her ass once more, watching as the pain ripples through her. âSay it.â
And Natty does, because sheâs a good little whore, because sheâs yours now. âYes, yes, I like it when you use me, when you fuck me like this, when itâs only about you, your cock, your needs, your pleasureââ
God, it feels good to hear her say it, but you still want more than just words. You want her to fucking scream it.
You make the bed shake, knock the headboard against her wall, itâs a competition of whatâs going to break firstâthe frame or her.
âThis cunt. Your cunt. Iâm going to use it. Fuck it whenever I want.â
But Natty catches you off guard, because thatâs what Natty does best. She opens her eyes, looks right into yours, and suddenly she has her voice again: âWhenever I want. Youâre going to fucking move in with me.â
You freeze. Your hand mid-spank. Your cock mid-thrust. It throws you entirely off, because, what the fuck?
"You're going to be my boyfriend now," Natty says, wrenching back control, fucking her ass back into you. Stating not asking, leaving no room for argument. "Move in with me, your place sucks anyway."
"You're out of your fucking mind," you start to protest, but she cuts you off with another squeeze of her cunt around you, and now sheâs the one fucking you, her hips rolling back and forth in this maddening, sinful way that has you biting down on your tongue to keep from shouting.
"Move in and just fuck me every day," she says, all light and airy, like itâs already been decided, like moments ago you didnât have her dead to rights. "Morning to night. It would be so fucking nice."
This is real, you know that for sure. Itâs not just something sheâs saying to get off, not another way to get under your skin. You know it in her voice, sheâs deadly serious and suddenly your mindâs racing.
"Come on," Natty purrs, punctuating each word with a slap of her ass against your waist, "You know you want it, why fucking wait?"
Sheâs not wrong. It makes too much fucking sense to deny. And yet, part of you still can't believe it. That Natty, the girl who's had countless men at her feet, could have any man at her feet, actually wants you. That Natty is underneath you now, eyes glossed over with need, mouth swollen from your kisses, ass cheeks flushed crimson from your palm.
"I'll take such good care of you, baby," she says, unaware that sheâs already completely won, unaware that her cunt already has you bending to her will. "Every day, every night.â
You can't help but nod. You're too consumed in her to do anything else. You just let go of everything. The fears, the doubt, the fucking logic.
And Natty says it, the three words that seal your fateâ"I'll love you," she cries out, "I'll fucking love you forever if you just keep giving me this fucking cock."
It's like the world stops, like everything you've ever wanted is right there in front of you, wrapped up in Natty's tight fucking body.
You're so close, so fucking close, that you can almost taste itâthe sweet release of your orgasm; giving in to Nattyâs unbelievably sensational cunt sleeving your cock, pulsing with each thrust, desperate to milk you dry.
Thereâs nothing left to do but give Natty wants. Fuck her, hammer into her so hard that youâre going to fuck a Natty-shaped hole into the mattress, fucking shatter her bedframe, and then keep drilling her straight through the floor.
And sheâs crying out your name, forgetting about everything that isnât you, isnât your cock, isnât the dream of your cum filling her to the brim and spilling out of her cunt every single day for the rest of your fucking lives.
âAre you close, baby? Are you going to cum for me? Please, give it to me, I need it so bad, I need it now, because I'm about to, about to, about toâ"
And then it happens.
Fucking destroys her.
It hits. A crescendo that peaks as you bottom out inside her, shaking her to the core. Her cunt spasms about you, her body rises off the bed as if youâre performing a fucking exorcism, and she screams your name so loud itâs only a matter of time before the neighbours come banging on her door.
"Oh my fucking god youâ"
Natty gushes around your cock, juices running down your shaft, your balls, and sheâs squirting. Oh god, sheâs squirting all over the fucking place.
Nattyâs body goes rigid, her back arching so much itâs like sheâs trying to fold in half, crying, sputtering these words that don't even make senseâuntil you realise she's speaking an entirely different fucking language.
Not that it matters, because you can tell what she's saying, read it in her body, in the way she's spurting and making a big fucking mess beneath your bodies. Whatever sheâs saying sounds utterly depraved, filthy and so, so good to your ears.
It keeps going and going, until she has enough sense to speak your language again, needing to make sure you hear it when she saysâ"fucking fill me, baby," she whimpers. "Give me everything, all your fucking cum."
And itâs your turn to be hitâlike a fucking freight train.
You're cumming, hard and fast and out of fucking nowhere. Your balls tighten, your cock throbs, and youâre flooding Nattyâs cunt.
Itâs biological, in every cell of your bodyâlike your entire being is coming undone, and the only thing holding you together is Natty, Natty, Natty.
Her body shaking beneath you, her cunt contracting around your cock as wave after wave of cum fills her up.
Sheâs so fucking tight, so fucking perfect, that you can feel every pulse of your orgasm, every drop of your cum spurting into her. You're not sure how long it lasts, how much you give her, but itâs enough to make your muscles shake, enough to knock the architecture right out of your limbs.
"So fucking good, so fucking good," Natty coos. "Fucking finally, finally filling me up so good."
Her moans a lullaby, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body with every syllable. You lean down, burying your face in the crook of her neck, your every inhale and exhale ragged as you try to catch your breath. Still twitching inside her, still releasing the last of your cum, and Nattyâs just lying there, her body limp, her eyes closed, basking in it all.
"So perfect," she keeps repeating, right up until the very end, âSo, so, perfect.â
You collapse on top of her, just lie there shivering together, your face next to hers. Sheâs got this look on her face, a victorious glow, and you just have to accept it. Yeah, sheâs won again, in devastatingly convincing fashion.
For a second, youâre both just thatâspent, exhausted, entirely drained. Like youâve just run a marathon. Or been in a fight. Or both.
Then Nattyâs got the nerve to stir, to kiss your cheek with the tenderness of a whisper. Lips softer than you thought possible, given how hard sheâs just been fucking you. And thatâs it, the moment your body decides itâs had enough of playing dead, enough of lying there like a sack of potatoes.
You roll over, bringing Natty with you, her body curling into yours like sheâs been made to fit there. Her head rests on your chest, her legs entwined with yours, and for a moment, you just hold her close.
It feels fucking right.
"Tomorrow," Natty sighs contentedly, her cheek finding home atop your heartbeat.
You blink. "Tomorrow?"
"Yeah, you're moving in tomorrow." Nattyâs deciding for you already, setting the dynamic for the rest of your future. Doing all this with her eyes still shut as she snuggles closer to you. "I'll hire the movers."
You sigh, the weight of the world and Natty's body both feeling surprisingly light. You think about the next few days, the weeks, the years even, with Natty. The idea is so ludicrous, so absurd, that it feels like a fever dream.
But as you hold her, feel her warmth, her unabashed, blatant satisfaction, something inside you shifts. A reframing of the concept of Natty that you hold in your head. The thought of her naked body in your bed, her laughter in your living room, her mess in your kitchenâit doesnât feel like an intrusion, it feels like home.
"Are you sure?" you ask. A little shaky, a little hopeful.
Natty opens one eye to look at you, a laugh playing on her lips. "Oh, you know I'm going to be the worst fucking roommate ever."
"Yeah, I can see that. But as long as you keep being the best fucking everything else..." Your words trail off into a whisper, your hand tracing idle patterns on her back.
And then she says it again.
"Youâre so fucking in love with me."
Natty kisses you hard, deep, her tongue sliding against yours. And you know, you fucking know, that she's right. You are desperately, entirely, so fucking in love with her, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
You laugh, the sound a little desperate, a little wild, and roll her again, pin her down again. A strange feeling rushes through your mind. Like youâre going to be repeating this exact same motion for the next hundred years. And somehow, that doesnât sound like the worst thought in the world.
Natty squeals, cheers, moans when you settle between her legs.
"Fuck you, Natty."
"Oh, baby," Natty giggles, reaching down between your legs, squeezing you. Once. Twice. Until you're filling her hand once more. "That's what I'm here for."
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Villain! Seungcheol
â Synopsis: After facing constant rejection from your own boyfriend, you discover heâs a superhero flying around the city. Seungcheol, the so-called 'villain,' stepped in when you were left as bait, exposed to your boyfriend's enemies. It turns out, he's the one who truly took care of you. â WC: 13k â WARNINGS: fantasy, angst, smut, crack, cigarettes, stalking (for good), physical fights, injury, murder, death (not the reader, not seungcheol), paranormal elements (superpowers, misshapenness, telepathy, and floating), moral ambiguity (unclear distinctions between "heroes" and "villains"), sex toys, oral (f. & m.), getting caught masturbating, cock riding, edging, creampie, DIRTY TALK.
Youâve dated a guy from the basketball team in high school, a guy from the cafeteria you used to frequent, and had your flings with⊠normal people. Gym rats or those who sang at the local bar.
But never... a hero?Â
He was kind, and romantic, and treated you wellâin the beginning of your relationship. But then he became distant, always desperate to go home at night, barely sleeping at your apartment. You thought about a whirlwind of things, like a normal person would think of; that he was cheating on you, that he had stopped loving you.
Tonight, youâre making dinnerâa last-ditch effort to please him, to make him notice you again. The TV in the living room is tuned to the news, the background noise almost comforting. You chop vegetables with precise, almost robotic movements, your mind drifting.
âHeâs probably just busy,â you mutter to yourself, trying to believe it. But itâs hard to ignore the nagging feeling in your chest.
Just then, a headline on the TV catches your attention. You glance up, expecting to see something mundane. Maybe an officer, a firefighter, or even a regular person with good sociology. Instead, you see your boyfriend, wearing a red hero cape, flying around the city. The spatula in your hand falls directly onto the ground, clattering loudly.
[Hero is seen flying between skyscrapers to make the city of Seoul increasingly safer.]
âWhat the...?â Your heart races as you stare at the screen, unable to believe your eyes.Â
Your boyfriend, the man youâve been worrying over, is a fucking superhero? Just like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy?Â
The front door opens and he walks in, looking tired but carrying the same gentle smile that used to make your heart flutter. Tonight, though, it only fuels your confusion and frustration.
âHey, babe,â he says, stepping into the kitchen. He pauses when he sees your expression, the dropped spatula. âWhatâs wrong?â
You point at the TV, unable to form words. He follows your gaze, and his face falls as he sees the news footage.
âAh, you found out,â he says softly, rubbing the back of his neck. âI was going to tell you, I swear.â
[...]
This is how it started. It's as if, when you didn't know, he still made a point of being present here and there. But now that you know, he doesn't even care about it anymore. âI have to save the country, love,â youâve heard this a bunch of times.Â
So when you turn on the TV, you have to see him flexing those stupid big musclesâthat he gained out of nowhereâmaking you doubt if heâs using padding or prosthetics under that cheesy costume.
He shouldnât be seen around your house, so the 'villains' donât know where you live.
You don't recognize him anymore. Was it egotistical to wish that he never had superpowers? That he was just a regular human, just like you?
"Hey," his voice breaks you out of your thoughts. He's standing in the doorway, looking worn out but with a familiar, almost hesitant smile. "I brought takeout. Thought we could have a quiet night in."
You glance at the food in his hands, your heart aching. "A quiet night in? Like the ones we used to have?"
He sighs, setting the bags down on the table. "Yeah, like those. I know things have been... different. But I'm trying, Y/N. I really am."
"Trying?" you repeat, incredulous. "You disappear for days, and when youâre here, itâs like youâre not really here. You're always thinking about the next mission, the next villain."
"I know," he admits, running a hand through his hair. "The powers, the responsibility... it just happened."
"Did it?" you snap, unable to hold back your frustration. "Because it feels like you chose this. Like you chose being a hero over being with me."
His eyes widen, pain flickering across his face. "That's not true. I didn't choose this over you. I chose this because... because I want to make the world a better place. For us."
You shake your head, "But what about making our world better? What about being here, with me? Being present?"
As you sit down to eat, the TV plays in the background, another heroic feat being broadcasted. You hesitate, looking at the man you once knew so well, now feeling like a stranger.
With great insistence, you managed to make him sleep in your bed. When you left the bath to join him in your sheets, he was already sleepingâhibernating, snoring like never before. You sigh, laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You stayed like this until you saw the perfect clouds through the window, fluffy, looking like cotton candy, with the blue sky painting a canvas behind them. It was a beautiful morning.
You donât remember leaving the window open, so you get up to close it, stopping the wind from hitting your face. The sun was radiating, and you could see people enjoying their morning. But still... why do you feel this smell of storm coming?
The water started to flow, not from the sky, but from your eyesâyour tears. The next storm is the one inside you, making small whirlwinds and huge hurricanes, carrying you and destroying you. Obviously, your boyfriend wasn't home. His smell wasnât there, his presence was like bills payable, only at the end of the month.
You made your bed, some of your tears ruining the perfect white duvet. You walked around your kitchen, picking up the single coffee mug on your countertop and washing it.
Your coworkers noticed your faceâlike you had slept nothing last nightâand even asked what was happening. How could you explain this? How could you explain that you were dating a guy for some years, and he turned into a superheroâflying around the city with underwear over the costume?
Of course, they would laugh, not only because it's the biggest turnoff they will ever have seen, but also because they would think it's a joke, a badly told joke. It makes you feel even more stupid for being complicit, an extra in his comic book.
You arrive home. You look at the window, open again. You roll your eyes, closing it to prevent the wind from coming in. âAre you flying through my windows now?â you mumble, half expecting an answer.
You wonder if you should watch the news again, and see your boyfriend flex his muscles in front of the pretty journalist, putting out a fire in an establishment, looking at the camera to see if they've captured his heroic act, or when he carried a mail car with one arm in front of a group of girls who were walking on the sidewalk.Â
You cringe, remembering all of them.
Dropping your bag on the couch, you plop down and grab the remote. You flick through the channels, each news report showing another heroic deed of his. "Great," you mutter sarcastically, landing on a channel where heâs giving an interview, his muscles practically bursting out of his suit.
Heâs talking about his latest rescue, grinning at the journalist whoâs batting her eyelashes at him. "And whatâs next for our hero?" she asks, her voice sugary sweet.
"Iâm just here to help," he replies, flashing a charming smile. "Wherever Iâm needed."
You snort, turning off the TV. "Right, wherever you're needed. Except here," you say to the empty room.
You wander into the kitchen, the silence pressing in on you. You fill the kettle and set it to boil, needing something warm to soothe your frayed nerves. As you wait, you think about the early days, when he was just a guy you loved. Back when his biggest concern was making you laugh, not saving the world.
The kettle whistles, and you pour yourself a cup of tea, the steam rising in lazy spirals. You take a sip, leaning against the counter. "Why canât you just be normal?" You whisper to yourself.
A sudden whoosh of air makes you jump, causing your hand to bump into the kettle. The same speed you touched it, you yank your hand back, a little burn forming. Itâs nothing too serious, but enough to make you curse under your breath.
Your boyfriend widens his eyes and rushes over. âLet me help you,â he says, reaching for your hand.
âFuck off,â you snap, pulling away. âI donât need your help.â
He frowns, clearly hurt. How can someone not want his help? âIâm just trying to help.â his voice laced with exasperation.
Irritated by everything and the little burn on your hand, you cut him off. âWhat are you going to do, huh? Use lasers from your eyes?â You turn to the sink, running cold water over your hand.
âYouâre always complaining,â he starts, his voice rising. âBut youâre so difficult to deal with lately.â
You whip around, glaring at him. âDifficult? Do you have any idea how hard this is for me?â
He crosses his arms, his expression turning snobbish. âAnd itâs a walk in the park for me? Iâm out there saving lives.â
âYeah, and flexing your muscles for the cameras,â you retort, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
He narrows his eyes. âYouâre never supportive. All you do is whine about how hard your life is.â
You feel your blood boil. âSupportive? How can I be supportive when youâre never here? When you act like being a hero is the only thing that matters?â
He throws his hands up in frustration. âBecause it does matter! Iâm making a difference.â
âAnd what about us?â you yell, the words spilling out before you can stop them. âWhat about making a difference here, with me?â
He looks at you, anger and confusion on his face. âIâm trying to balance it, but youâre making it impossible.â
Tears prick at your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. âYou know what? I wish you never turned into a hero. I wish you never had these stupid superpowers. I preferred it when you were just human, like me.â
He scoffs, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. âThatâs the thing. I donât want to be weak like you humans anymore. Youâre just jealous when you should be cheering for me.â
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Jealous? Is that really what he thinks? âJealous?â you echo. âIâm not jealous. I just miss the person you used to be.â
He shakes his head, looking away. âIâm still that person. Youâre just too blind to see it.â
"Blind? Are you fucking serious?" you scoff, turning your back to him. "Leave," you grunt.
He furrows his eyebrows, shocked. Never in your relationship did he think he would see you like thisâhis cute girlfriend who begged for him to stay just one more minute, asking him to leave?
"I'm not going to repeat it," you say coldly. "You're making me feel sick."
"Fuck you then!" he curses under his breath before he storms out, leaving you stiff in the middle of your kitchen.
"Oof, I wouldn't let him get away with it if I were you."
You turn toward the voice, coming from the windowâthat one that you had to close again even though you already did in the morning.Â
A man is sitting there with the help of the fire escape stairs outside the building. Heâs dressed all in black, and you canât even distinguish how many layers of clothing heâs wearing. His hair is black, and he has one eyebrow raised as he smokes a cigarette.
People react differently when scared. Some scream, some run. But you⊠you feel like your feet are glued to the ground, and from your throat, not a sound escapes. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish as your eyes widen in shock.Â
He doesnât seem to care. He drops his cigarette, watching it accidentally fall on someoneâs head below.
He hisses, "Ooh, sorry about that." Then he jumps from the window, landing gracefully in your living room as he brushes off his shoulders.
âYou know, you should be more careful when locking your windows. Youâre the superheroâs girlfriend, I meanâex-girlfriend now, I suppose. It seems like he didnât teach you some basic security stuff.â He looks around your apartment, studying it. âI even drank a coffee in your Hello Kitty mug yesterdayââ
âWho the fuck are you?â you cut him off, your voice finally finding its strength.
He raises his hand mockingly, rolling his eyes. âRelax, Iâm not here to hurt you.â He smirks, glancing at the mug on the counter. âNice collection, by the way. Just here to talkâ
"Talk?" you echo, incredulous. "You break into my apartment, drink my coffee, and now you want to talk?"
He smirks, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, something like that. Seems like your boyfriend left you in quite a state.''â
You cross your arms defensively. âI donât need your pity.â
âPity?â he chuckles. âNo, I just find it interesting. Youâre dating the cityâs golden boy, and yet here you are, all alone. Doesnât quite add up, does it?â
You narrow your eyes at him. âWhy do you care?â
âLetâs just say I have a vested interest in your boyfriendâs activities. And you,â he says, pointing at you, âare a fascinating part of that equation.â
You scoff, still on edge. âFascinating? Whatâs so fascinating about being left behind?â
He smiles, a glint of devilishness in his eyes. âNothing you need to worry about. Just keep doing what youâre doing. Maybe even... enjoy the freedom a little.â He winks, heading back toward the window.
As he climbs out, he turns back one last time. âOh, and lock your windows. You never know who might drop by.â With that, he disappears into the night, leaving you standing there, more confused and unsettled than ever.
You move to the window and lock it firmly, your heart pounding.
Your boyfriend had warned you that this might happen, and it happened at the worst timeâwhen he wasnât there.Â
Honestly, you couldnât sleep that night either, now worried that a fucking stranger could break into your apartment, and instead of just drinking a coffee, he might bake a whole cake in your kitchen or, worse, do something to you.
So, you do what a ludic person would do. You start packing an emergency bag and ask to sleep at your friendâs house, using the excuse that youâve broken up with your boyfriendâwhen in fact, you were more scared than anything.
[...]Â
More terrifying was when you needed to return home.Â
You open your front door, putting the bag on the floor. Before you can turn around to close the door, a hand clasps over your mouth, and the door behind you closes. You feel a warm body pressing against yours as you close your eyes tightly.Â
Itâs your end, you think.
You donât even dare to open your eyes. When the hand is removed from your mouth, all you can mutter is, âDonât hurt me, please.â
You hear a scoff, and then you open one eye. The person takes his hood off, revealing the same guy from the window.Â
âAre you stupid? Why would I want to hurt you? Iâm not a coward.â He detaches from you, looking at your still-squeezed form. âWhere were you? And you did a great job locking the other windows, but your laundry window was not locked.â
You can only stare at him, your heart racing. He rolls his eyes. âCan you stop being a pissy little girl? Youâre a grown woman. Iâve told you Iâm not going to hurt you, and if it comforts you, I wonât steal your mug collection either. Maybe some coffee powderâbut, well, can you stop?â
You think youâre going crazy. Was all of this supposed to be normal?Â
He rolls his eyes again and disappears into your kitchen. You take small, shyâand scaredâsteps toward the kitchen to find him using your coffee machine, watching the coffee brew. His arms are propped on the counter, and he turns his head to look at you.Â
He sighs, seeing your still-compressed form, like youâre still scared of his presence.
âSeriously,â he says, straightening up. âIâm not here to hurt you. You need to relax.â He takes a mug from your collection and pours himself a coffee, casually leaning against the counter as if he belongs there.
âWhat do you want from me?â you finally manage to ask, your voice trembling.
He takes a sip of coffee, savoring it before answering. âJust checking in. Making sure youâre okay. Your boyfriend isnât exactly around to protect you, is he?â
You glare at him. âI donât need his protection. Or yours.â
He smirks, clearly amused. âSure, keep telling yourself that.â He sets the mug down and steps closer, his eyes locking onto yours. âBut hereâs the thingâyouâre involved now, whether you like it or not.â
You swallow hard, trying to hold your ground. âI donât want any part of this.â
âToo late,â he replies, his tone serious. âYouâre already part of it. So, you might as well get used to it.â
You begin to shiver as his words sink in. This is your life now, tangled up with heroes and villains. And thereâs no going back.
He sighs, seeing the fear in your eyes. âLook, I know this isnât what you signed up for. But youâre tougher than you think. Your boyfriendâex-boyfriend, whateverâheâs not around, and that puts you in a vulnerable position.â
âYou mean, youâre here to spy on me. To see if you can use me against him.â
He shrugs. âI'm here ensure youâre not caught in the crossfire. Believe it or not, I have some principles.â
You laugh bitterly. âPrinciples? Breaking into someoneâs home and terrorizing them is principled now?â
He sets the cup down and steps closer. âI didnât mean to scare you. But you need to be more careful. This world youâre tangled inâitâs dangerous.â
You stare at him, unsure whether to believe him. âAnd youâre what, my guardian angel now?â
He smirks. âHardly. Think of me as a⊠concerned party. I donât want unnecessary casualties.â âStay out of trouble. Keep your head down.â
With that, he finishes his coffee and heads toward the window. âRemember, I'm not your enemy, but I'm definitely his. Don't make me your enemy too.â
"Wait!" you call out. He stops and turns around slowly, his expression curious. "W-who are you?" you stammer.
He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Do you really want to know?" he asks, his tone dripping with mocking curiosity.
You nod, trying to keep your voice steady. "Youâre practically living here. I should at least know your name."
He chuckles, a low, amused sound. "More like a roommate situation, huh? Alright, if you really want to know, you can call me Seungcheol. And if youâre genuinely interested in what I do, maybe Iâll take you to my HQ someday, show you my plans."
You grimace at his tone, which only makes him laugh harder.Â
Before heading down the emergency stairs, he looks back at you. "Stay close, alright? I need to keep tabs on you. Youâre a bit exposed out here." He winks and disappears, leaving you standing there, more confused than before.
Seungcheolâthe window guy, as youâd come to call himâdisappeared physically for some days, but his presence lingered in odd, unsettling ways. You started finding pieces of ripped paper around your house, each with a different message.
âKeep your windows locked.â
âLog out of your social media from your home computer.â
âCheck your door lock twice before bed.â
âDonât leave your spare key under the mat.â
And one particularly embarrassing note: âI know you miss your hero-boyfriend, but can you also hide your sex toys? Iâm traumatized.â
The embarrassment lasts only a few minutes each time, but then you think, nobody asked him to keep coming into your house. Still, there was a strange sense of security in knowing he was keeping an eye on things, even if his methods were invasive and borderline creepy.
Days turn into a week, and the silence feels heavy.Â
You find yourself almost missing the bizarre meetings. One night, as youâre cleaning up after dinner, you catch a glimpse of movement outside the window. You draw the curtains aside to find Seungcheol lounging casually on the fire escape, looking like he belonged there.
âMiss me?â he quips, flashing you a smirk.
You roll your eyes, opening the window slightly. âYou really need to get a hobby, Seungcheol.â
âThis is my hobby,â he says, slipping inside without an invitation. âKeeping tabs on you is surprisingly entertaining.â
âYou know, you could at least pretend not to notice my vibrator,â you snap, half-joking, half-mortified.
Seungcheol grins, âHey, itâs hard to miss when itâs just lying around. You could be more discreet.â
You huff in annoyance, continuing to clean up. He opens your fridge, rummaging around like he owns the place. âAny news?â you ask, trying to sound casual.
He casually bites into an apple. âYep. One of his enemies is planning to invade your place tomorrow at 7:48 p.m. The exact time you get home from work.â
You spin around, eyes wide. âWhat?! What do I do?â
âI suggest you stay close to me,â he shrugs. âI can keep you safe, make sure no one uses you as a pawn.â
âYou want me to trust you?â you ask, incredulous.
He raises an eyebrow. âDo you want to be safe, or do you want to have some alien freak shoving its tentacles down your throat?â
You give him an exasperated look. âI knew youâd have this reaction,â he says, shrugging. He places a flash drive on your kitchen counter. âWatch it yourself.â
You close your eyes, massaging your temples. You donât know if youâre ready to see whatâs on that flash drive, much less trust a stranger who claims to be your ex-boyfriendâs enemy.Â
âI need you to leave. Even if heâs my ex, I still canât do something like this.â
Seungcheol nods, looking up like he expected this. âYour boyfriend wonât be here to rescue you if thatâs what youâre counting on.â
âHow can you be so sure of that? I donât even know you!â
âBecause if your stupid boyfriend didnât buy those superpowers, heâd be nothing. Without that silly red cape and the TV cameras, heâs just an insecure guy who wants to be seen. Andâ come on, he didnât care about the girlfriend he had waiting at home. You think he cares about saving random people? Donât be dumb.â
His words sting, and you feel like youâve been slapped in the face. He nods negatively as he walks out again, leaving you standing there, the weight of his words sinking in. You donât want to believe him, but deep down, you know thereâs some truth to what heâs saying.
With a sigh, you look at the flash drive on the counter.Â
The next day was a mess from the moment you woke up. You couldn't find your white shirt, and your baby liss was nowhere to be found. Running late, you had to leave without fixing your hair.Â
Work was a blur of you staring blankly at your computer screen, your mind preoccupied with the fear that some tentacle monster might actually show up at 7:48 p.m.
Were you being stupid for believing a guy you met barely a week ago? Absolutely. But who wouldn't be a little suspicious?
As you stepped off the bus and walked along the sidewalk toward your building, your watch read 7:58 p.m. You glanced up at your window. The lights were off, and everything looked normal. No way a villain would get you, right?
"I knew he was lying," you mutter quietly to yourself, almost convincing.
But your conviction didnât last long. A massive purple tentacle exploded through your living room window, sending concrete and bricks crashing to the street. Your eyes widened in disbelief. Was that a person in the middle of those giant tentacles? Were you homeless now?
"Are you gonna hop on or let these ugly tentacles suffocate you?" Seungcheolâs voice cuts through the chaos.
You didnât need to look to know it was him. You turned to see him in his black outfit, waiting on his motorcycle. Your instinct was to kneel on the ground and cry about your now-destroyed apartment, but you didn't have time for that.
You sulked a bit before grabbing the helmet from his hand and hopping onto the bike, your hands wrapping uncertainly around his waist.
As Seungcheol sped off towards his HQâor hideout, whatever it wasâyour tears started to flow. "My apartment... it's ruined. All my stuff, my mug collection, my unicorn pajamas I didnât even get to wear yet," you whined into his back.
Seungcheol fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Seriously? We're running from a monster, and you're worried about unicorn pajamas?"
âYes!â you sniffled. âThey were so cute. And now I donât even have a place to sleep. My place is ruined, and all my goods are probably destroyed.â
âFocus on staying alive first,â he said, trying to sound more patient than he felt. âWeâll deal with the rest later.â
âBut my mugs⊠My unicorn pajamasâŠâ you continued, your voice muffled against his back.
âAlright, alright,â he said, trying to placate you.Â
Seungcheol had to concentrate to keep from crashing as he listened to you cry and whine about your lost belongings. He knew you were overwhelmed, and though it was annoying, he understood. Reaching his hideout, he finally stopped the bike and helped you off, letting you lean on him for support.
Your first instinct is to look around. Itâs a large industrial loft, the walls made of bricks, and the long windows hidden behind some opaque plastic.Â
The place seems to have only the essentials: a large bed with a vintage headboard, a couch, a TV. Turning around, you notice the kitchen has a coffee machine just like yours.Â
Then your eyes widen as you spot familiar items: the white shirt you were looking for this morning, poking out of a huge black bag, a big box labeled 'mugsâ in bad calligraphy, your hair iron with the princess tape patch on the cord, emerging from another black bag.Â
Several bags are sprawled on the floor, all looking ready to burst.
"M-my things!" you squeak as Seungcheol looks unbothered, though you can see the faintest hint of a smile at your happiness. You run to him, giving him a clumsy hug that he doesnât reciprocate, before opening the bags.
"It was very difficult to bring all of your stuff," he says, trying to hide his amusement. "Can I know why you have three... inflatable flamingos all the same color?" he asks, clearly judging the quirky items he found while gathering your things from your dresser.
You donât respond, too busy rifling through the bags like a kid on Christmas morning.Â
You open another bag with a big smile on your face, which quickly fades when you see whatâs on top: your vibrator, handcuffs, and lube.Â
You widen your eyes and try to close the bag with an awkward smile, but itâs too late. Seungcheol turns his head to the side, taking a deep breath as if trying to pretend he wasnât the one who had to gather your spicy stuff.
You clear your throat, standing up and brushing off your knees. âWhen did you get all of this? I meanâhow did you do it so quickly?â
"Some friends helped me," he answers, watching your reaction.Â
You widened your eyes, and he knew why.Â
âChill out, I packed your Christian Grey stuff myself,â he said, looking up as if remembering something. âAnd what's with that neon green, dildo? Seriously?â
You stuttered, your face flushed. âI-I didnât use that, it was a gag gift!â
âTrust me, I donât want to know,â he said, cutting you off with a furrowed brow.
âThatâs⊠oddly considerate of you,â you admitted, still processing everything.
He shrugged again, âDonât get used to it. Iâm not a nice guy.â
âThanks, Seungcheol.â
âWhatever,â he muttered, turning away. âJust donât make a big deal out of it.â
You sighed, âThanks, I guess. Itâs just⊠embarrassing.â
âDonât sweat it. Iâve seen worse,â he shrugged.
âWorse than a neon green dildo?â
He chuckled, âYouâd be surprised.â
You point at the large industrial loft around you. âSo, this is your place?â
"Not as fancy as yours, but, yes, it is," Seungcheol responds, shrugging nonchalantly.
You shake your head, still taking in the surroundings. "I wouldnât call my place fancy. Just... more pink."
He chuckles, nodding. "Yeah, I noticed. You have a thing for unicorns and pastels."
You look around, taking in the mix of sparse furniture and personal touches. "Why do you have my stuff, anyway?"
He leans against the counter, arms crossed. "Had to make sure you had everything. Can't have you running back to your place and getting into trouble."
You shake your head, still in disbelief. "You really donât look like a villain."
He scoffs, giving you a sideways glance. "That's because I don't have a red cape? You donât look this naughty either. I discovered it in the worst way."
You try to slap his shoulder playfully, but he catches your hand with his quick reflexes, smirking as he lets go and starts walking toward the loft above. You follow him, curiosity getting the better of you.
âDifferent from your boyfriend, I donât need muscle superpowers to be relevant,â he says, glancing back at you as he ascends the stairs.
You glance around as you reach the upper level, which is filled with computers, chemistry equipment, and some jackets thrown randomly around. "So, what exactly do you do here?"
"Let's just say I have my ways of keeping an eye on things," he replies, tapping on one of the computer screens. "Information is power, you know."
You nod slowly. "And what's your plan with all this power?"
He raises an eyebrow, amused by your question. "That depends. What do you think I should do with it?"
You let out a nervous laugh. "I'm not exactly an expert on villainous plots."
Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head. "Relax, I'm not planning world domination. Just...taking care of some business."
You tilt your head, still trying to piece everything together. "And what kind of business would that be?"
He sighs, looking frustrated at youâbut trying to be patient. "Let's just say there are a lot of things that need fixing, and sometimes you have to break a few rules to get it done."
You frown, thinking about his words. "And my ex-boyfriend...does he know about any of this?"
Seungcheol shrugs. "He knows I exist, but he doesn't know the details. Probably too busy flexing for the cameras."
You canât help but smile. "Yeah, heâs definitely good at that."
Seungcheol looks at you seriously. "Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but trust me, itâs better you know the truth. You canât go back to being ignorant."
"So, what do we do? I can't just hide forever."
Seungcheol sits on the edge of a desk, looking thoughtful. "Youâre here because youâre vulnerableâ"
"Vulnerable?" you interrupt, crossing your arms. "You make it sound like Iâm helpless."
Seungcheol stops for a moment, looking at you blankly.Â
"Think fast!" he says suddenly, throwing a sock ball in your direction. You instinctively step back, catching the ball, but your back overtakes the loft railing.Â
Seungcheol gets up from his chair, moving swiftly to grip you tightly before you fall to the floor below. You go static as you look at him, his hands firm on your waist, grounding you.
"You're good at catching," he says, glancing at the sock in your hand. "But you need to have a better sense of space."
Your heart pounds, both from the near fall and his closeness. "What was that for?"
He releases you, but his eyes stay locked on yours. "Training. If youâre going to stay here, you need to be alert."
You nod. "Okay, but maybe warn me next time?"
He chuckles, stepping back to give you some space. "Where's the fun in that?"
You roll your eyes, tossing the sock ball back at him. He catches it effortlessly. "So, whatâs the plan? How do I learn to protect myself?"
Seungcheol tilts his head, considering. "I don't know... Maybe some basic self-defense? For example, if i do thisâ" He moves quickly, throwing a punch towards youânot to hit, but to test your reaction.
You manage to dodge, but not gracefully. He smiles. "Not bad for a beginner. We'll keep working on that."
[...]
You still miss your apartment, and a lot of your things are still in bags, which you pick through only when you need something. You always wondered what really happened in movies when heroes destroyed the whole city during battles. Now, youâre experiencing it firsthand. Your apartment is being repaired by the buildingâs construction company, with help from insurance. So, more days living with Seungcheol.
Itâs not bad. Itâs strange, for someone used to being alone at home. He leaves at night, just like your ex-boyfriend, but spends more of his days in the loftâmore than your ex-boyfriend ever did.Â
Heâs actually teaching you something useful. The two of you spar in the loft, not even needing to move furniture since there isnât much. And heâs hard on you.
You support your hands on your knees, panting, while he looks untouched. "Câmon! Are you tired already?"
You straighten up, mocking his tone. "Unfortunately, my ex who fights around didnât give me a preview of how to box."
He puts his hands on his hips. "Your boyfriend doesnât know how to fight. He only has his powers to his advantage."
âYou didn't watch what was on the flash drive, did you?â he asks.
You shake your head.
He sighs and asks you to come up. He sits you in his chair, in front of his computer, and opens a folder. Thereâs a video of your boyfriend inside a laboratory. It looks very old.
"I need more than just strength and flight," your boyfriend says in the video, addressing what looks like a scientist. "Weâve been studying this for years. My time has come."
âAre you sure? Thereâs no turning back,â the scientist asks.
âIâm sure. I canât keep living this mediocre life,â your boyfriend replies.
âBut what about the people around you? Theyâre at risk,â the scientist says.
Your ex-boyfriend's response breaks your heart, though you canât deny it fits his recent arrogance. "I donât care. I need this."
The scientist sighs and then injects several different colored serums into your exâs body. He groans, and as he begins to levitate, the video blurs and turns off.
You stare at the blank screen, processing the information. Seungcheol leans back, giving you space.
"See what I mean?" he says. "He wasnât thinking about you, or anyone else. Just himself."
âSo, he chose this. He actually wanted this.â
Seungcheol nods. âYeah, he did. It wasnât some accident or noble cause. He was just desperate to be more than he was.â
You sit back, processing the information. âHe used to be so different. I donât even recognize him anymore.â
âThatâs what power does to some people,â Seungcheol says, leaning against the desk. âIt changes them.â
Seungcheolâs screens start to beep urgently, pulling his attention away from you. He walks calmly to the other side of the room to grab his jacket. The steady rhythm of his movements contrasts with the beeping noises filling the space.Â
Heâs about to leave again when he pauses, his back facing you.
You watch him, restless, pacing back and forth as your mind churns over the recent revelations. His peripheral vision catches your agitation. He glances sideways, noticing the anxiousness in your steps.
He moves towards the door, then hesitates and turns back. âIf you need anything, justââ
âYeah, I know. Just call you, right?â You finish his sentence, giving him a small, knowing smile.
He smirks, nodding. âExactly. Stay put. Iâll be back soon.â
With that, he leaves the loft, the door closing behind him.Â
You knew Seungcheol would arrive home late, and you needed to calm down. Unfortunately, the last bottle of wine was finished yesterday when you couldn't find anything else to drink with your popcorn.Â
Sweets maybe? Well, a villainâs house would have sweets? No, just as you thought. The only thing left was a pack of cigarettes on the kitchen counter.
You find yourself on the rooftop of Seungcheol's loft, the cigarette smoke filling your lungs and burning your throat. You didnât like the smell of cigarettes and coughed every time the smoke filled your lungs.Â
But thatâs what you had to dissolve a bit of your anxiety, your last moments with your ex replaying in your mind. So he never cared at all?
Suddenly, your cigarette is slapped out of your hand. You turn around to see your ex, his costume perfect, but his eyes deep and face scarred.
âThis is what Seungcheol has taught you then? Arenât you ashamed?â He sneers.
You open your mouth to answer, but he comes closer, making you flinch.
He scoffs. âWhat? Youâre scared of me? Let me tell you something... He is the villain. And youâve joined his side, my enemy, after all we had.â He spits the words out with venom.
Rage boils within you, making you feel not like yourself. âSeungcheol took care of me. If I were alone, I would be dead. You donât know what kind of superpower this is.â
He grabs your arm, making you feel dizzy, your vision cloudy. The pain is intense and senseless.
âWhat? You thought a villain would help you? Youâre fragile. You need attention so bad that I couldnât even handle you.â You fall to the ground, the pain spreading through your body as you groan.
âYou know what? If you think heâs going to be your enchanted prince, youâre wrong. So damn wrong. The chances of him wanting to kill you are greater than that stupid dream of yoursââ
You hear an impact, and the dizziness and pain slowly dissipate. You breathe properly again. When you come back to your senses, you look up to see Seungcheol, fighting with your ex. Seungcheol is taking a beating, only advancing when your ex's power falters, like a lag.
You could leave sneakily, but was it right? Seungcheol literally protected you from your own ex, showed you his true colors, and taught you the best of himself. Even though he is cold and "cruel" as they say.
As you're thinking, a glass sound pulls you from your mind. It's an injection.Â
You see your ex crawling desperately to get it. Seungcheol gives you an exasperated look, signaling for you to pick it up.Â
You grab it, walking back as your ex roars for you to leave it. You clutch it in your fist and, in a moment of desperation, inject it into your leg.
Your ex widens his eyes. But the substance is too powerful for you. You fall again, the pain overwhelming you.
He laughs, but Seungcheol is on him, beating him relentlessly. The fight intensifies, Seungcheolâs blows becoming more furious. You can barely focus on their struggle, the pain in your leg is consuming your thoughts.
The injection burns through your veins, making you feel like youâre on fire. You clench your teeth, trying to endure it. Your ex's laughter turns into cries of pain as Seungcheol lands a particularly harsh blow.
Seungcheolâs eyes briefly meet yours, and you see the determination in them. Heâs fighting for you, protecting you with everything he has.
Seungcheol pauses, turning his attention away from you as the hero rises once more, clearly summoning his last reserves of strength.
Seungcheol stands confidently, knowing he has a chance to defeat himâif only he weren't standing on the edge of the building.Â
Unfortunately, he doesnât possess flying superpowers. Instead, he grips the edge of the building with nothing but the strength of his fingers, looking up at the hero who towers above him.
Yet, Seungcheol has one special superpower, the reason he's considered the villain: the ability to listen to those who need help, like an echo in his mind. He hears the calls for aid and responds in his own way, without the expensive, extraneous superpowers the heroes pay billions for.Â
Unlike them, who need to buy their abilities, Seungcheol was born with his. He helps those living on the margins of society, without seeking fame or recognition. He doesnât want to appear on TV or in the news.
Inside the heroes' world, he is well recognized, but without the money and science they have.
Seungcheol has nothing in his favor.Â
Yet, he still manages to help people. They canât understand him. And hate can come easily to that which is too remembered.
His body can't manage more than thisâmore than his telepathy.Â
If it could, he wouldnât be in this situation. Heâs going to end up like this. His death wonât be caused by a big octopus or a giant RoboCop, as other heroes did. But by a great show of charity. He would do it for any citizen, but the fact that itâs you makes him have no regrets at all.
Seungcheolâs fingers start to slip, and he knows his time is running out. The hero stands above him, a look of triumph on his face. But Seungcheolâs mind is calm, even serene. Heâs made peace with his fate.
The hero moves closer, ready to deliver the final blow. But in that moment, Seungcheolâs telepathy kicks in stronger than ever. He hears the cries of the people heâs saved, their voices filling his mind.
He has always fought for those who couldnât fight for themselves, without the need for glory or recognition.Â
The world may see him as a villain, but he knows the truth.Â
His life has been a quiet rebellion, a stand against the notion that only the powerful can be heroes.Â
Seungcheol's mind becomes silent, and he can only hear your groans. His eyes close as he tries to hear from you again.
âY/N?â he telepathizes, his voice entering your mind, velvet and deep.
You groan again, and he asks. âIâm here... are you alright, my love? Can you walk?â
The affectionate nickname makes your heart flutter. Seungcheol agonizes when the hero's steps on his fingers, but he agonizes more because he can't hear a proper response from you. Desperation sets in.
âAnswer me, please. Iâm not going to last,â he telepathizes again.
âSeungcheol...â he hears your voice and breathes out, relief washing over him. He looks down, watching the movement on the street below. It was too much of a drop to survive. His fingers were burning with pain.
âSeungcheol...â you call again. He shuts his eyes, clinging to the sound of your voice. âLet go,â you tell him. The words hit him like a jolt. He doesnât understand. His arms tremble with the effort of holding on.
âTrust me, trust me, trust me.â He hears it like a whisper around his head. The conviction in your voice pierces through his fear.Â
He loosens his grip, his fingers slipping from the edge.
The air envelops his body like a hug as he falls, the distortion from the speed making the street sounds blur into a cacophony. The only thing he can think of is how youâre going to live by yourself now.
As he falls, memories flash before his eyes. He remembers every face he saved, every life he touched, his quiet acts of heroism, every moment of your brief time together, and then, vividly, your face.Â
He thinks of your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes light up when youâre happy.Â
The moment Seungcheol hits the ground, he expects the pain, the end. Instead, he feels a strange warmth spreading through his body. He blinks, realizing heâs lying on a soft cushion of air, suspended just above the pavement. The hero stares down in disbelief.
Seungcheolâs body is gently lowered to the ground. He looks up to see you standing on the rooftop, your hand outstretched, eyes closed in fierce concentration. As his feet touch the ground, your eyes snap open, and you breathe out in relief.Â
Before Seungcheol can react, you advance on the hero, the two of you disappearing in a blur of motion and light atop the building.
Blinding flashes illuminate the rooftop as Seungcheol scrambles to his feet, urgency driving him forward. He runs into the building, tripping on the flights of stairs in his haste. The sounds of the battle above echo down to him, and he pushes himself harder, every fiber of his being focused on reaching you in time.
Seungcheol bursts onto the rooftop again, his breath ragged and his heart pounding. The sight that greets him makes his blood run cold.Â
Your ex-boyfriend lies lifeless on the floor, a pool of blood spreading beneath him. In your trembling hand, the heroâs heart reactor device glows faintly, now smeared with blood.
âY/N!â Seungcheol shouts, rushing to your side as your knees give way, collapsing under the weight of what youâve done. The powers from the injection still course through your veins, but your energy is completely spent. You tremble in his hands, your body feeling like itâs made of lead.
The weight of what youâve done hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare down at the reactor in your hand, the blood smeared on your fingers, and a violent shudder runs through you. The metallic smell of blood mingles with the acrid scent of smoke, and itâs all too much.
âI never wanted it to end like this,â you whisper, your voice breaking. Your face is frozen in shock, eyes wide and unseeing as you try to process the magnitude of your actions. âI-Iâve killed someone.â
Seungcheol shakes his head, his grip on your shoulders firm yet gentle. âYou did what you had to do,â he says, his voice low and steady. âHe wouldâve killed you, Y/N.â
You shake your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. âBut it wasnât supposed to be like this,â you insist, your voice trembling. âI didnât want to become a killer.â
Seungcheolâs eyes soften, and he pulls you into a tight embrace, his warmth seeping into your cold, shaking body. âListen to me,â he says firmly, his lips close to your ear. âYouâre not a killer. Youâre a survivor. He put you in this position, not the other way around.â
You cling to him, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you sob uncontrollably. The reactor slips from your grasp, clattering to the ground with a dull thud. âI just wanted to be safe,â you cry, your voice muffled against his chest. âI didnât want any of this.â
âI know,â Seungcheol murmurs, stroking your hair gently. âI know, Y/N. Itâs going to be okay.â
You pull back slightly, looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes. âHow can you be so sure?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
âBecause youâre strong,â he says simply, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. âStronger than you realize. And because Iâm not going to let anything happen to you.â
The sincerity in his eyes makes your heart ache. Despite everything, thereâs a flicker of hope in his gaze that you canât ignore.
Seungcheol brings you back to his loft, your body feeling heavy and numb. He helps you inside the shower, carefully removing your clothes. You sit on the floor, naked, as the warm water cascades over you, washing away the blood and grime.Â
Thereâs no malice or ulterior motive in his actionsâonly a quiet, pure care. You stare blankly at the tiles of his shower, lost in your thoughts, while his hands work methodically, washing your hair and scrubbing away the blood stains from your skin.
You needed this.Â
The side effects of the injection, the strain of using powers you didnât fully understand, have left you weak. So weak that you need him to do something as simple as this for you.
Once youâre clean, Seungcheol wraps you in a fluffy towel, drying you carefully. He dresses you in one of his shirts, the fabric soft and comforting against your skin.Â
He guides you to his bed, tucking you in. You sink into the mattress, the exhaustion pulling at you like a heavy blanket. Seungcheol sits beside you, watching you for a few minutes. His body aches from the fight, but his concern for you overrides his own pain.
âThank you,â you whisper.
He nods, his eyes never leaving your face. âYou need to rest. Let your body recover.â
You nod, closing your eyes. The events of the night replay in your mind, but thereâs a strange comfort in knowing Seungcheol is there, watching over you. âYou donât have to stay,â you murmur, feeling a pang of guilt.
âI want to,â he replies softly. âJust sleep, Y/N. Iâll be here.â
As you drift off, the last thing you feel is the warmth of his hand holding yours, grounding you in the midst of the turmoil. The darkness of sleep pulls you under, but for the first time in a long while, you donât feel completely alone.
He waits for you to fall asleep before quietly moving around the loft, gathering whatâs left of your belongings.Â
With quick, calculated motions, he loads his things, along with yours, into the trunk and backseat of his truck. The apartment, once filled with traces of both your lives, now stands empty, its furniture the only remnants of your presence.
When he looks at the empty space one last time, he takes a deep breath, then returns to the bedroom. Gently, he lifts you into his arms, careful not to disturb your sleep.Â
Youâre so exhausted that you donât stir as he carries you to the truck. His eyes flicker to you now and then as he drives, taking the road that leads to the other side of the country.
Long hours later, the sun starts to rise, casting a golden hue over the landscape. You wake up, eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the day. You find yourself parked outside a roadside restaurant, the car silent. Seungcheol is nowhere to be seen. Sitting up, you notice a blanket draped over you and realize youâre fully dressed, not just in his shirt anymore.
You take a moment to gather your thoughts, fingers curling around the edges of the blanket. The sound of footsteps draws your attention, and you see Seungcheol approaching with a box of food in his hands. He opens the car door and slides into the driverâs seat, placing the food on the console between you.
âHey,â he says softly, glancing at you. âHow are you feeling?â
You blink a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. âTired,â you admit, your voice still groggy. âWhere are we?â
âWeâre on the road,â he replies, a small smile tugging at his lips. âI thought you could use some breakfast.â He opens the box, revealing a variety of pastries, fruit, and a couple of sandwiches.
You nod, reaching for a piece of fruit. âThank you,â you say, taking a bite and savoring the sweet taste. âFor everything.â
He watches you eat for a moment before responding. âYou needed to get away from there. Itâs not safe.â
âI know,â you reply, your voice soft. âBut where are we going?â
âSomewhere safe,â he answers, his tone reassuring. "Somewhere, they wonât find us.â
You look at him, studying his face. Thereâs a determination in his eyes, a resolve that gives you a sense of security despite the uncertainty of your situation. âOkay,â you say, trusting him.
He nods, his eyes softening. âFinish eating. Weâve got a long drive ahead.â
As you pass through small towns and sprawling landscapes, a sense of peace begins to settle over you. The rhythmic hum of the truck and the steady presence of Seungcheol at your side are comforting.Â
You share the occasional snack with him, your fingers brushing against his lips, eliciting a small smile from him each time.
As the truck continues down the road, the cityscape starts to take shape on the horizon. Tall buildings stand proud, their windows reflecting the sunâs light. Itâs a bustling place, full of life and opportunity.
 Itâs everything youâve been yearning forâa fresh start, a new chapter.
After you arrive, your legs stretch as you step onto the new asphalt. You look around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, and ask, âWhere are we?â
Seungcheol smiles, a hint of mystery in his eyes. âIâm going to show you,â he replies, leading you towards a big, white house. The house stands in stark contrast to the urban scene around it, classic and serene.
You follow him inside, and immediately, you notice people dressed in white moving about with purpose. Some are tending to children, others to elders, each room filled with an atmosphere of care and compassion. It's a place of healing and sanctuary, you realize, a refuge from the chaos youâve just escaped.
As you walk through the house, you reach a garden at the back. The same people in white are there, playing with the children and dogs, the air filled with laughter and joy.Â
You notice a girl in white sitting by an easel, her fingers pressed to her temples. To your amazement, the brush on the canvas moves on its own, guided by her powers.
You stare in awe. âSheâs painting without touching the brush,â you whisper, your voice filled with wonder.
Seungcheol nods. âYes, sheâs using her powers. This place is a sanctuary for people like her, like us. A safe haven where they can learn to control and use their abilities for good.â
You look around, taking in the peaceful surroundings, the sense of community and support. âItâs beautiful,â you say softly, feeling a sense of hope blossom within you.
The next stop is a small, vintage apartment where you and Seungcheol place your things. The walls are adorned with faded floral wallpaper, and the furniture has a charming, old-fashioned feel. You sit on the living room floor, surrounded by boxes, and trail off, lost in thought.
âSo, youâre a hero, not a villain,â you murmur, looking up at Seungcheol.
He pauses, glancing at you with a thoughtful expression. âI guess itâs not that simple,â he says, sitting down across from you. âPeople see what they want to see. To some, Iâm a hero. To others, Iâm a villain.â
You nod, digesting his words. âBut you saved me. You brought me here. That makes you a hero in my book.â
A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. âI just did what needed to be done. Sometimes, the line between hero and villain isnât so clear.â
You lean back, propping yourself up on your elbows. âItâs strange, you know? All this time, I thought I knew who the good guys and the bad guys were. But now⊠everythingâs different.â
He nods, his eyes distant. âLife isnât a simple story. Itâs messy, complicated. People have layers, motives that arenât always black and white.â
You turn to Seungcheol, who has laid himself out on the living room floor beside you. The gentle hum of the old radiator fills the silence between you as you finally ask the question that's been on your mind.
âCan I ask you something?â you say, glancing over at him.
He turns his head to face you, nodding slightly. âSure. Whatâs up?â
âHow did you meet me?â you ask, curiosity lacing your voice.
Seungcheol sighs, looking up at the ceiling. âItâs a bit of a long story,â he begins, his tone thoughtful. âI first heard you every single night in my head before I even knew where you lived. It started with your thoughts and feelingsâyour fears, your doubts. I heard them all.â
You blink, trying to process what heâs saying. âYou heard me in your head?â
He nods. âYeah. I didnât know who you were at first, just that there was someone struggling. I could sense your pain and your frustration. It was like an echo in my mind.â
He pauses for a moment, then continues. âWhen I'vve found you, I started watching the movements in your apartment. I saw you and your boyfriend fightingâa lot. I saw the nights you were left alone...â
You shift uncomfortably, thinking about all the arguments, the hurtful words exchanged. âWhat did you see?â
âI saw things that were hard to watch. There were nights when your boyfriend would come home drunk, lashing out at you for no reason. I saw him bringing people over, strangers who didnât have your best interests at heart.â
Your heart aches as you listen. âSo, you were watching all of this?â
He nods. âI was. I needed to be sure of what was happening before I intervened. I couldnât just act without understanding the full picture. He was involved in some dangerous activities, connections with people I didnât want you to be near.â
He looks at you with a serious expression. âI knew I had to do something. Itâs my job, in a way. The place I showed you before, is where people like me come from. Weâre spread out across the country, helping those in need.â
You nod slowly, absorbing his words. âSo, you felt like you had to save me.â
âExactly,â he says softly. âIt was more than just a job. It was a responsibility. When I saw how much you were suffering, I knew I couldnât just stand by. I had to step in.â
As you lie there, processing everything Seungcheol has told you, it dawns on you that the man who once seemed so mysterious and distant wasnât a villain at all. He was the one who sat on your window, smoking and wearing a black outfit, seemingly a shadowy figure.Â
He was the one who risked falling from a building to ensure your safety, who gathered your belongingsâeven your mug collection, and your⊠dildoâbefore your apartment was destroyed by an alien.
He was the man who, despite the doubts and fears, saved your life and now laid by your side as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Seungcheolâs presence beside you, so unexpectedly comforting, makes you feel secure in a way you havenât felt in a long time. His gaze meets yours, a question in his eyes as if trying to decipher the whirlwind of thoughts running through your mind.
Unable to hold back your emotions any longer, you roll over and drape yourself across him like a koala. The sudden weight makes him emit a funny gasp. You both end up laughing, the sound filling the room with warmth. He wraps his arms around you, reciprocating the hug with a soft giggle.
âWhat?â he asks with a playful smile, his eyes twinkling.
You look up at him, your heart full, and press a soft kiss on his lips. Seungcheolâs eyes flutter closed, and he melts into the kiss, holding your face gently as if heâs been waiting for this moment all along.
But then, he pulls back slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Wait, no, are you sure about this? I mean, youâve just come out of a⊠complicated relationship.â
You can see the concern in his eyes, the careful consideration behind his words. âI am sure,â you say softly, pressing another kiss to his cheek. âYouâve been amazing. Youâre not a villain, and youâve shown me what itâs like to be cared for.â
You move to kiss his forehead, then his neck, making him giggle again, his laughter bubbling up despite the seriousness of the conversation. He closes his eyes, savoring each tender kiss, his heart racing with every touch.
âI guess Iâm just worried,â he says, his voice a mix of hesitation and affection. âYouâve been through so much. I donât want you to think that Iâm just trying to fill a void or something.â
You shake your head, placing one last kiss on his lips. âYouâre not just filling a void. Youâre something real and true, and I can feel it.â
âCan you⊠feel it?â he asks.
You smile against his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to reassure him. âOf course I can,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper.
The moment your lips meet his again, you notice his reaction is less restrained this time. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as if heâs afraid you might disappear. His kisses grow more passionate, each touch of his lips filled with a desperate need to communicate everything he feels.
You can taste the sweetness of his affection, feel the way he melts into you, and you respond with the same intensity. Your hands explore the familiar contours of his face, as if memorizing every detail, every emotion he's conveying.Â
His breath quickens, and you can feel the heat of his skin, the way his entire body seems to respond to you, to the connection thatâs unfolding between you both.
He pulls away slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes locked onto yours. âYou make me feel things I didnât think I could.â
You brush your lips against his once more, a soft, tender caress. âItâs because itâs real,â you whisper. âItâs something Iâve needed for a long time.â
[...]
If you ever thought your life would change drastically, you never imagined it would be like this.Â
When Seungcheol left to handle his tasks for the night, it felt different. The house, though quiet, seemed fuller now.
His presence lingered in the way he had filled it with his energy, his routines, his little touches that made the space feel like more than just four walls. The absence of his constant presence was noticeable, yet somehow, it felt like a comfort.
You wandered around the house, touching things you hadnât noticed before. There were small, personal detailsâlike a collection of old vinyl records stacked neatly on a shelf, and a set of quirky, handmade coasters on the coffee table. They made the house feel lived in, like a real home.
In the kitchen, you found a note Seungcheol had left on the counter, scrawled in his familiar handwriting: âPick a movie tonight. Iâll be back soon.â You smiled at the simple gesture, a small piece of normalcy in the midst of the whirlwind youâd been through.
When he arrives at the apartment, the warm aroma of dinner wafts from the stove. He glances around, noticing that the movie on the TV is paused at the very beginning. Itâs strange that youâre not here; usually, youâd be curled up on the couch, waiting for him.Â
His eyes sweep over the space, and he hangs his jacket on a dining chair, the soft thud of the fabric against the wood mingling with the hum of the refrigerator.
A sudden noise catches his attentionâan âAh!â from somewhere in the apartment.Â
Seungcheol freezes, his heart rate quickening. He tilts his head, straining to hear again. The sound came from the bedroom. Curiosity and concern propel him forward as he moves cautiously toward the door.
Pushing the door open just a crack, he peeks inside. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the scene before him.Â
Youâre sprawled out on the bed, your legs were spread open in a way that revealed everything.Â
Your body glistens with a sheen of sweat, and youâre arching back, clearly horny. The vibrator, the very same one he had glimpsed in your old apartmentâa sight that had piqued his curiosityâwas now pressed tightly against your clit.Â
He could see the pleasure etched across your face, the way you bit your lip and gripped the sheets. He hesitated at the doorway, not wanting to intrude but unable to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.
The sight is so intimate, so raw, that he feels a blend of emotionsâdesire, awe, and a sense of protectiveness. His initial impulse is to step in, to be there for you, but heâs also painfully aware of how private this moment is.
His own breath hitches as he wrestles with the decision of whether to interrupt or simply stand back. He knows this is a vulnerable part of you, one that you might not be ready to share with him just yet.
Seungcheol takes a deep breath, his desire is real as he steps fully into the room. The bulge in his pants is a constant reminder of just how affected he is by the scene unfolding before him. But he pushes past his own need, focusing on you.
He kneels beside the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements that might pull you from your reverie. His fingers, though trembling slightly, are gentle as he reaches for the vibrator. He eases it away from your clit, the sudden absence making you gasp, a sound thatâs part surprise, part frustration.
You blink rapidly, trying to catch your breath as you process his presence. Your cheeks flush a deep red. Just as you begin to open your mouth, ready to speak or perhaps to protest, Seungcheol silences you with a touch.
Without a word, he positions the vibrator back against your wetness, the cool touch of it sending you screaming on your bed. Slowly, he guides it back to your clit, applying a steady pressure as he begins to circle it.Â
His eyes are locked onto your every reaction, absorbing each tremor and gasp as if they were treasures.
The immediate pleasure that jolts through you is overwhelming. You clench his forearm, your grip desperate and needy as you roll your eyes back in pure, unfiltered sensation. The way he controls the vibrator, the way heâs so deliberately attentive to your bodyâit drives you wild.
The intensity of your arousal triples, the added thrill of Seungcheolâs touch making it feel like every nerve is on fire. You sob, the sound escaping from you as you struggle to stay grounded amidst the stimulation.Â
Each circle of the vibrator on your clit feels like an eternity, stretching out the sensation to a nearly unbearable edge.
Seungcheolâs gaze never wavers from you. He watches you with an intense focus and tenderness, his own breath coming in uneven puffs as he fights to keep his own desires in check.
Heâs controlling your pleasure with an expert touch, making sure that each movement is precise and perfectly tuned to your reactions.
He knows youâre on the brink, and heâs both savoring and prolonging this moment for you.Â
The control he exerts is deliberate, his movements are carefully calculated to push you to the edge without letting you fall over just yet.
As your body writhes beneath his touch, Seungcheolâs expression softens. He can see how much you need this, how much his presence, his touch, is amplifying everything youâre feeling. Itâs a heady blend of power and vulnerability, and heâs completely consumed by it.
As the waves of pleasure begin to crest, you feel your moans transforming into quieter, breathless gasps. Your body tightens, with every muscle pulling taut as you approach the brink of orgasm.Â
Itâs right there, just a heartbeat away, when Seungcheol suddenly pulls the vibrator away. The abrupt absence of its buzzing sends a shock through you, your body jolting as you let out a delayed cry of frustration.
Seungcheol doesnât look at you. Rather, he sets the vibrator on the bedside table as if it were a routine, doing so with practiced ease.Â
Then he gets to his feet and strips off his shirt, baring his chest. Your need is heightened by the sight of him, so masterful and totally devoted to you. You watch him, breathless and with wide eyes, while he dismisses your little cries of protest.Â
He seems determined to show you something more personal than the toy could ever offer, judging by the steady, unwavering look in his eyes.
He says, taking off his belt, âI want to see you cum for me, not for a toy.â âI want to see you cum in my mouth,â he murmurs.
You swear you see your soul leave your body just like in a cartoon,with his words. He spreads your legs wide, putting himself between them. You can almost feel the need in your body quivering with anticipation.
His mouth feels like fire when it first touches your clit; the buzzing vibrator has made you more sensitive. You gasp, your hips jerking involuntarily. His tongue is moist and warm as it hungersily probes every part of you.
You let out a deep moan as he laps at your entrance, gathering your slick and spreading it over your clit.
He sucks gently, then more firmly, his tongue flicking over your most sensitive spot in a way that has you writhing beneath him. Every nerve ending in the body is hyperaware of intense pleasure.
Your hips are held in place by Seungcheol's hands as he consumes you. You can feel the strength in his hold, the way his fingers dig into your skin just enough to anchor you. His eyes glance up at you, watching your reactions, ensuring heâs giving you exactly what you need.
âSeungcheol,â you gasp, your voice shaky. âIâm so close.â
His response is a deep hum against your clit. He intensifies his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his lips sucking harder. Your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as you hold on for dear life.
Every muscle in your body tightens, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He doesnât let up, his focus entirely on you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
When your orgasm finally crashes over you, your back arches off the bed, a loud moan escaping your lips. Seungcheol continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last bit of your pleasure, his eyes locked on your face as you come undone.
You take a deep breath, your vision slowly clearing, and catch sight of Seungcheol gripping his cock through his boxers. The outline looks thick and big, making your mouth water at the sight of it.
âSeungcheol,â you murmur, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your orgasm. His eyes meet yours, dark and round.
âYes?â he asks, his voice husky.
You reach out, your hand trembling slightly as you press your palm against the bulge in his boxers. He inhales sharply, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you touch him.
âI want to make you feel good too,â you say, your voice gaining strength.
He groans softly, his restraint slipping. He helps you pull his boxers down, his erection springing free. It looks even more impressive without the fabric, flushed, throbbing, and you canât help but lick your lips in anticipation.
You lean forward, taking him into your hand, feeling the warmth and the weight of him. He watches you, his breath hitching as you stroke him slowly.
âYouâre so big,â you whisper, looking up at him.
He chuckles, the sound low and rough. âAnd youâre so beautiful.â
You smile. Leaning down, you place a soft kiss on the tip, tasting the salty precum. His reaction is immediate, a shudder running through his body as he groans your name.
Encouraged, you take him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head. His hand finds your hair, not pushing, just holding you gently as you work him with your mouth.
âJust like that,â he breathes, his voice thick with pleasure. âYouâre doing so well.â
You hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, feeling the stretch in your jaw. His size is a challenge, but youâre determined to make him feel as good as he made you feel. His groans and gasps spur you on, each sound a reward for your efforts.
You bob your head, taking him as deep as you can, your hand stroking the base where you canât reach. His hips begin to move, a slow, careful thrust that shows how close he is to losing control.
âY/N, Iâm close,â he warns, his voice strained.
You look up at him, your eyes locking with his as you continue your movements, letting him know without words that you want this. He curses softly, his grip on your hair tightening just a bit.
One thing he didnât notice was your sneaky hand grabbing the forgotten vibrator on the bedside table. With a naughty grin, you hold the base of his cock to keep it still, then turn the vibrator on and press it against his length while your mouth sucks on his tip.
Seungcheol lets out a deep grunt, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes closing tightly. âYou littleââ he curses, his voice strained. Your smirk widens at his reaction, the vibrations traveling through his body, making him shudder.
âWhoâs the villain now?â you tease, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock.
His response is a strangled moan, his hips jerking slightly into your mouth. âYou... youâre the villain here,â he groans, his hands gripping the sheets. âFuck!â
The combination of your mouth and the vibrator makes his body tense. You can feel him throbbing in your hand, his muscles tightening as he gets closer to the edge.
You increase the intensity, your hand moving the vibrator up and down his length while your mouth continues its assault on his tip. His breathing becomes ragged, and heâs practically panting now, his moans growing louder with each passing second.
âY/N, Iâm gonnaââ he chokes out, his voice desperate.
You let go of his tip, a knowing smirk playing on your lips as you realize youâre giving him a taste of his own medicine. The vibrator still buzzes in your hand as you reach for his cock, straddling him and slowly sinking down.Â
The sensation is electricâyour drenched, sopping cunt engulfs him almost like a vacuum, drawing a desperate moan from his lips. His eyes flutter shut, and you can tell heâs loving it just as much as you are by the way his face contorts.
When you bottom out, Seungcheol squirms beneath you, his hands gripping your hips. He reaches for your wrist and places the vibrator on your clit, the sudden jolt of pleasure making you clench around his length.Â
His moan mingles with a teasing smile, his eyes dark with lust. If he wasnât a villain before, he definitely looks like one now.
You ride his cock in circles, the vibrations on your clit making your body curl inward, your nails digging into his abdomen. The pleasure is overwhelming, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you move faster, chasing the high thatâs just within reach.
His grip on your hips tightens, guiding you as you move. âThatâs it, baby,â he growls âJust like that.â
Seungcheol sneaks a hand to the vibrator and turns it to the highest level. You grunt, throwing your head back as the intense vibrations radiate through your entire body. He can feel them inside you too, the added stimulation making him groan.
âFuck, Seungcheol!â you cry out, your voice shaking as you jump up and down on his cock. Your pussy meets his length and then his base, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room.
âYeah, take it all, baby,â he growls, his eyes locked on yours. âYour pussy is so fucking tight around me.â
You moan louder, the dirty talk driving you wild. âTell me more,â you gasp, craving more of his words, the filthier, the better.
He thrusts up into you, his own pleasure building as he watches you ride him. âYou love this, donât you? Being my little slut, taking my cock so well,â he says, his voice strained with the effort of speaking through his moans.
âYes! Oh god, yes!â you reply, your movements becoming more frantic. âI love it, Seungcheol. I love beingâ Fuck!â
He grins. âYouâre so fucking wet for me. Look at you, bouncing on my cock like a desperate little whore.â
You shiver at his words, your body responding eagerly. âShit, Seungcheol, you feel so good inside me,â you pant. âI want to cum all over your cock.â
âDo it, baby,â he encourages, his voice rough. âCum for me. Show me how much you love it.â
âIâm gonna cum again, Seungcheol,â you gasp, riding him faster. âI want you to cum with me.â
âFuck, yes,â he grits out, his hands sliding up to your breasts, squeezing them. âCum for me, baby. Let me feel you.â
âCum inside me,â you moan, your nails digging into his chest. âFill me up, Seungcheol.â
He thrusts up hard, matching your frantic pace. âYou want my cum? You want me to fill you up?â
âYes, please,â you beg, leaning back to get a better angle, driving him deeper. Your voice breaking with need. âI need it, Seungcheol. I need your cum.â
His grip on you tightens, and you can feel him getting close. âYouâre gonna get it,â he promises, his voice rough. âIâm gonna fill you up so good, baby.â
Seungcheol presses the vibrator harder against your swollen clit, and you convulse on him, your body shaking uncontrollably from the combined sensations.Â
âFuck,â he growls, âYouâre creaming all over my cock. Look at you, so fucking soaked.â
You moan loudly, barely able to respond as the vibrations and his cock drive you wild. âYes, Seungcheol,â you gasp, your voice trembling. âIâm so wet for you.â
He chuckles darkly, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to thrust upward, hitting every sensitive spot inside you. âHm⊠The way youâre dripping all over me. I can feel every drop.â
Your nails dig into his shoulders as you bounce harder, trying to chase the overwhelming pleasure. âI canât stop cumming,â you whimper. âItâs too much.â
Seungcheolâs breathing grows ragged, his gaze fixed on the way your pussy pulses around him. âThatâs right. Let go for me. I want to see you lose control. Youâre such a fucking mess for me.â
The pressure of the vibrator against your clit makes you cry out. âIâm cumming so hard,â you moan. âI canât handle it.â
He grunts, his voice deep and raw. âThatâs it, baby. Cream all over my cock. I love how youâre losing it. Iâm gonna make you cum so fucking hard.â
Your eyes roll back. âSeungcheol,â you cry out, your body arching and trembling. âIâm gonnaââ
He groans as he feels your inner muscles clench around him, the vibrations making every nerve in your body explode. âYeah, let it all out,â he commands. âShow me how much you fucking need me.â
You convulse one last time, your vision blurring as the orgasm washes over you. Seungcheol holds you tightly, his cock still buried deep inside you as he continues to grind against your clit, making sure you get every last ounce of pleasure.
Seungcheol wastes no time, flipping you over onto all fours like you're a rag doll. The sudden shift leaves you breathless, your body pliant and obedient to his every move. He quickly turns the vibrator off and tosses it aside, not caring where it lands. His hands find your ass, squeezing and fondling your cheeks.
Without missing a beat, he thrusts his cock back inside you, abusing your sweet spot with relentless precision. You feel the sting of your skin meeting his pelvis with each strong thrust.
You bite down on the pillow, muffling your sobs as your body trembles beneath him. The orgasm still pulses through you, but now Seungcheol is fucking you through it with a ferocity that has you seeing stars.
His grip tightens on your hips, one foot propped up on the mattress to give him more leverage. The bed creaks under you, the mattress springs creaking.
His moans become whiny and throaty. You can feel him getting closer, his cock twitching inside you with every thrust, and the sight of the white ring around his shaft driving him feral.
Summoning strength you didn't know you had, you lift your head and glance over your shoulder. You need to see his 'bad boy' posture crumble.
Seungcheol's face is a picture of raw emotion, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry. His expression is utterly shattered, as if he's about to break down and cry like a boy.Â
The sight of him like this, so helpless and undone, makes you squeeze harder around him. The reaction is immediateâSeungcheol's eyes roll back, and his hips slam into yours, grinding deep as he reaches he orgasms.Â
You feel the warmth of his cum filling you completely. He groans as he cums harder than ever before, his hips twitching with each spurt. The room is loaded with the sounds of his heavy breathing and the wet, obscene noises of your bodies joined together.
He stays buried inside you for a moment, savoring the sensation of your bodies connected, his cum still dripping from where he's filled you to the brim.
Seungcheol sleeps soundly, like a baby, his face peaceful and unburdened. In that moment, it doesn't matter who he is or where he is; his mind is completely consumed by thoughts of you.Â
The room is quiet, the only sound being your synchronized breaths. Exhausted and spent, you don't even have the strength to clean up. You sleep without a care, even as his cum slowly drips down your thighs.
[...]
Morning breaks gently, the soft light of dawn seeping through the curtains. Seungcheol stirs, his senses gradually returning to him. But something feels off. He blinks his eyes open, expecting to see you lying beside him. Instead, heâs met with a sight that jolts him fully awake.
Youâre floating.Â
Your body is hovering a few inches above the bed, suspended in mid-air. Your eyes are wide with shock, mirroring his own as you both take in the surreal scene.
âSeungcheol,â you whisper, your voice tinged with panic. âLower me down.â
He scrambles out of bed, his mind racing to process what heâs seeing. Without hesitation, he reaches out, his hands gently guiding you back down to the bed. The moment your body touches the mattress, the floating sensation ceases, leaving you both staring at each other in stunned silence.
You sit up slowly, your hands trembling slightly as you brush your hair back. âWasnât the injection supposed to last only for a few hours?â you ask.
Seungcheol, still healing from the sight of you floating, nods slowly. âYeah, thatâs what they said. ButâŠmaybe thereâs more to it. Maybe itâs affected you in ways we didnât expect.â
âSo, does this mean you can fuck me while I'm floating in mid-air?â
Seungcheol's eyes widen, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He laughs, a surprised sound escaping his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, clearly caught off guard by your audacity.
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summary: old man!logan gets grumpy when you tell him that he cannot keep up with you.
cws/tags: smut! mdni. fem!reader. old man!logan. unprotected p in v. logan calls himself âold manâ. sub!reader. unspecified age gap. reader rides logan. not proofread ofc..
âWhy? Afraid you canât keep up, Old Man?â Heâs all grumpy ever since you mutter the playful question. Stopping your trailing wet kisses on his greying beard as he glares down on you, brows furrowed to make an expression that sums up his emotions.Â
Logan doesnât know why he feels irritated by the reminder. After all, youâre right: his stamina and sex drive are nothing compared to you, someone much much younger than him.
Still, he intends to poke at you and make a point.Â
Logan decides that heâs not going to do any work tonight because of your underestimation earlier. âIf you want it so bad, you do it.â He says.
Youâd whine in protest, âCome on, âs just a joke, Lo!â Staring at the older man with the best doe-eyes you could form.
âPut those eyes away.â
Because you do want it so bad - you end up straddling him as you ride every inch of his fat cock.Â
At first, Logan enjoys the sight of you being undone in front of him, his scruffy beard subtly hiding his smugness.
But fuck. Logan loses it completely when you whisper a question around âLike this?â as you try to fit his large girth of him inside you.
Itâs not even the first time youâve ridden himâbut thereâs something so sweet in the way you croak those words, your half-lidded eyes glancing up to see him to get his validation; your messy hair and your red-kissed lips. He feels sick for consuming something he does not deserve, to be an old man who canât keep up.
When you mutter the questions:
Like this? So Meek and pure, everything heâs not;
Is this right? Achingly delicate and eager;
L-Like this, Lo?â Overwhelming drunknessâ
Logan loses it more and more until he gives outâfacing his defeat in whatever game you and him were playingâand wrapping his arms around your waist, âYeah,â He replies in a hoarse grunt, âjust like that, darlinâ.âÂ
You can feel his hard member twitching inside of your velvet walls and see him shutting his eyes tightly in pleasure. Itâs too soon, Logan thinksâtoo fuckinâ soon to come. Almost embarrassingly as he is proving your point but he cannot help himself, yâknow?Â
Not when you mutter those questions and trigger him, sending electricity in his adamantium body until he feels like all heâs left is mere his ecstasy, âF-fuck. Takinâ such good care of your old man.â
His thick palms caress the fat of your ass, kneading each plump greedily as he feels you bouncing up and down, up and downâfeels his cock drags inside your warm pussy.Â
Oh, he knows he should not be enjoying someone so young and innocent being needy of his cock. But he does. He does. And he doesn't care anymore if someone thinks that heâs corrupting you. Maybe he isâbut he always takes care of you, always looking over youânow that youâre his.Â
Youâd ask him again while circling your hips and taking more of him, âLike this, right?â How can you ask him anything like that as if every movement you made doesn't feel like heaven to him?
He hears you hiccup so sweetly, out of breath, as you curl your toes. Logan lets out a deep chuckle as he watches you lose yourself, intoxicated by the feeling of his cock.Â
âGood fuckinâ girl. Thaâ right.â He groans, guiding you back down on his length, âSâgood, huh, baby?âÂ
All he gets in return is your familiar little hum and Logan coos, knows it all too well that heâs hitting all the right spots that turn you non-verbal.Â
âLike that, sweetheart. Jusâ like that.âÂ
Yeah, he canât keep up, alright.Â
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~7k words, Roommates series, Eunbi, smut
âYo, far side of the bar, theyâre still here.â
âI told you, tonight Iâm chilling,â you replied, sipping your drink casually. âTake Mint with you.â
âCome on, thereâs three of them and I know the one in the middle is your type.â
âLet it go, Jae,â Mint laughed, coming to your defense. âIt was hard enough to convince him to come out tonight. Thereâll be other girls.â
âYeah, but I want that girl,â Jae complained. âAnd this handsome fucker knows the success rate of a three versus three is way higher than a two versus three.â
âI canât lie, the friend in that little black dress is pretty fucking hot,â Mint added. âBut youâd probably fumble this one anyway, youâve been struggling tonight.â
âMan, I didnât give a shit about that last girl, she wasnât even my type,â Jae waved his hand in front of his face. âThis girl, though? No chance of fumbling this one. I need to talk to her.â
âWhat, weâre not good enough for you anymore?â Mint picked up his own drink and took a sip. âYou know, youâre allowed to go out and just chill with the boys from time to time.â
âThatâs what Iâm saying,â you agreed with your friend. âWe rarely go out and donât talk to girls.â
âYeah itâs rare because your ass hates fun now,â Jae retaliated. âGotta get you to a knitting club or some shit with all that âI refuse to find a girl in a clubâ shit youâve been spewing lately.â
âItâs true, I know Iâm not finding the one in a club, especially not one like this,â you laughed while waving Yujin, one of the bartenders, over to get you another drink.
âHe has a point,â Mint agreed. âIt literally hasnât worked out for any of us, and Jae you definitely have the most experience in that regard.â
âAlso look, your three-man just turned into a two-man,â you commented while accepting your drink from Yujin and handing her a tip. âMy girl just ditched them.â
âPerfect, come on MInty, letâs go,â Jae laughed. âYou said you liked that little dress.â
âGreat,â Mint sighed. âLetâs go add another failed two-man to the history books.â
The three of you laughed together before all of you picked up your drinks.
âCheers boys,â you held your glass up, laughing as the three of you hit your glasses together. You took a hefty sip of your own while your friends finished theirs. âIf the third girl comes back, Iâll step in. Good luck.â
âWe donât need luck where weâre going,â Jae puffed his chest out in confidence.
The two of them walked over to the girls while you watched, leaning against the bar. They actually seemed quite receptive, both of them were laughing at something Jae said. Within minutes, Mint had his arm around the girl he was interested in, and she could not stop staring at him. Jaeâs girl was a bit more reserved, but she wouldnât stop laughing at whatever he was saying.
âI feel like I should warn you,â Yujin leaned over towards you. âThat girl your buddy is talking to is roommates with the girl he was talking to last weekend.â
âOh shit, for real?â you burst out laughing. âWell, I guess heâs in for a surprise if it works out. What about the girl in the dress?â
âNever seen her before, but she seems incredibly sweet,â she answered. âWhat about you, couldnât find a girl tonight?â
âWhat do you mean, Iâm talking to one right now.â
âThat doesnât count, itâs my job to talk to customers.â
âIs it also your job to give your number to customers?â you smirked.
âYou might as well delete it with how often you text me,â Yujin replied without missing a beat. âAnd if you say that any louder I will get security to carry you out of here.â
âDonât worry, I was about to get going anyway. Could you close my tab?â
âWow, calling it early tonight?â Yujin asked while tapping away at the screen.
âYeah, Iâm exhausted,â you answered. âPlus, it looks like those two are going to be pretty busy,â you motioned towards your friends. Jae had his tongue down his girl and Mint looked like he was absolutely in love with his.
âI guess youâll have to get a drink with me another night,â Yujin held your card out for you.
âI still gotta finish this one,â you motioned towards your half emptied drink. âYou could join me.â
âWe agreed that when we eventually get a drink together Iâd have to be on that side of the bar,â Yujin replied.
âYouâre right, in that case,â you picked your drink up and downed it. âIâll see you soon.â
âHave a good night,â Yujin leaned over the bar to give you a quick hug and kissed you on the cheek.
Before leaving, you quickly stopped by the bathroom. As soon as you walked in, a pair of girls left one of the stalls together, their clothes making the most feeble attempt at covering their bodies. The first girl was about to walk right past you, but she stopped when her friend paused.
âWhy are you in the girlâs bathroom?â she asked you, clearly a little bit tipsy, or perhaps a lot tipsy.
âThis is not the girlâs bathroom.â
âItâs not?â she gasped, eyes wide, looking around.
âNo, itâs not,â you chuckled, carefully with two fingers adjusting her strap so that it was on her shoulder properly. âSo, I guess I should be asking you, why are you in the menâs bathroom?â
âI was just letting my friend eat my ass,â the girl hiccuped.
âWony, what the fuck,â her friend came back and grabbed her arm.
âLet go of me!â she squealed, yanking her arm away. âI found the love of my life.â
âWell, the love of your life needs to go piss,â you chuckled, turning to walk away from her.
The girl, Wony, stuck her arm out to stop you. Her friend looked so defeated, standing there and watching the events unfold.
âLet me hold it for you,â Wony mumbled as she fell forward.
âWhoa there,â you caught her in your arms, holding her up and stopping her from hitting her head against the wall. âHow about we take a seat for a second.â
âI want to sit⊠on your cockâŠâ
âAlright! Thatâs enough!â her friend came and grabbed Wony, dragging her away from you. âItâs time to leave.â
âDo you need help?â you asked her friend as she started dragging Wony away.
âItâs- fine-â she gasped as Wony broke free of her grip again and ran into you.
âYouâre so fucking pretty,â she moaned as she latched onto you again. âPlease eat my ass.â
If only this girl wasnât borderline blacked out right now, because she was fucking gorgeous. It was a shame, but you werenât going to even consider accepting her advances in this state, that wasnât your cup of tea. You very carefully, while watching your hand placement, tried to get her off you, but it was futile - you decided just to carry her out of the bathroom while her friend watched.
âHere, sit down for a second,â you placed her gently onto one of the empty couches where her friend sat down next to her. âIâll be right back.â
âDonât leave me,â she whined, reaching out for you with both hands.
âIâm coming right back,â you grabbed both of her hands in yours and shook them playfully. âI promise.â
You couldnât deny it, the way she nodded was quite endearing. She was still incredibly pretty, but now she was also absurdly cute. Once you felt confident that the girl, Wony, wouldn't fall over, you walked over to the bar.
âSheâs cute,â Yujin teased, handing you the glass of water she already knew you came to get.
âSheâs drunk,â you shook your head before thanking Yujin and heading back to the girls. Once you arrived back at the table, you handed Wonyâs friend the glass of water since Wony was barely conscious at this point and holding a glass would not be in her best interest.
âI appreciate the help,â the friend said, accepting the glass and placing it on the table before reaching her hand out to you. âMy nameâs Gaeul, by the way.â
âNice to meet you,â you replied after giving her your name and shaking her hand. âAnd donât worry about it, just make sure she drinks some water.â
âAlso, what she said about me earlier, that was just a joke,â Gaeul added sheepishly.
âEven if it wasnât, Iâm not judging. Thatâs your business, not mine,â you replied casually. âAre you guys going to be alright getting home?â
âYeah, we should be fine, some of our friends are by the bar, we came together,â Gaeul answered kindly. âThank you again!â
âNo problem, have a lovely night, and make sure she drinks that at some point,â you replied warmly before getting up.
Just as you were about to go back to the bathroom, a girl standing by the bar caught your attention. There were pretty girls everywhere, but this one stood out well above the rest. She was perfect - absolutely flawless. Everything from her posture to her expression, the way her outfit accentuated her beautifully fit body, showcasing her phenomenal rack, you just knew you had to talk to this one. You saw her separate from the group briefly as she was putting her empty drink back on the bar and decided that you needed to take the opportunity.
âIâm sorry to bother you, but you look like someone who I need to buy a drink,â you opened with as you leaned against the bar next to the girl.
âOh do I?â she smirked, turning to face you properly.
It was incredibly difficult to keep your eyes up; She probably had the best tits you had seen in your entire life. Luckily for you, her face was also unbelievably pretty - this girl was unreal - so it wasnât much of a punishment to keep eye contact with her. This girl really had it all.
âYes, you absolutely do,â you waved Yujin over and held up two fingers, pointing to the glass the girl had placed on the bar and mouthing âpleaseâ.
Yujin nodded with a smile and began making the drinks.
âI appreciate the gesture,â the girl smiled while reaching into her purse. âBut I think Iâm the one who owes you the drink. I saw you taking care of Wonyoung over there.â
âOh, you know her?â
âWe go to school together,â she explained. âSheâs actually my roommate.â
âYou guys go to-â you began while gesturing towards the direction of your school when Eunbi interrupted you.
âYup, we heard all the students love this club. Itâs our first time here.â
âWait, youâre not a freshman are you?â
âWeâre both juniors, but neither of us lived in dorms before,â she laughed. âYou?â
âSenior, been in dorms since the start,â you answered.
âI guess that means you come here often?â
âYou could say that. Also, I didnât help your roommate to get a free drink out of it,â you reached forward and blocked her from taking her card out of her purse. âHow about you let me get these since Iâm the one who offered, and you can thank me by telling me your name.â
The girl smiled at you, slumping her shoulders in defeat, accepting that you werenât going to allow her to buy. She took the glass from your hand with a little nod of thanks while you began reaching for your card.
âDonât worry about it, this oneâs on the house,â Yujin winked at you before walking off.
âWould you look at that, now you donât have to feel guilty,â you smiled, holding your glass up for her.
âSo, I guess that confirms youâre a regular,â the girl chuckled while tapping her glass against yours and taking a sip with you. âMy name is Eunbi.âÂ
âAlright Eunbi, explain something to me,â you put your glass down.
âWhatâs up?â
âHow is it that Iâve never seen you before?â
âMaybe you have.â
âTrust me, I wouldnât forget it if I had,â you smiled at her.
âWell, itâs a big school,â she giggled, looking away for a second in embarrassment. âI was mostly a go-home-after-school type of girl.â
âThen I guess I should just be grateful that I ran into you tonight.â
âYou definitely should, Iâm not really one to go out like this.â
âCould have fooled me,â you looked her outfit up and down. âYou definitely know how to dress the part.â
âThatâs very sweet of you,â she smiled again, once again slightly embarrassed by the compliment. âUnfortunately, I think my friends are trying to leave.â
âI donât see why that has to stop us from talking.â
âWhat are you implying, you want to stay here?â
âHere, somewhere else,â you answered. âWherever I can talk to you some more.â
âWell, it is kinda loud here,â Eunbi looked around the club.
âMy place is pretty quiet right now,â you commented while looking over at Mint who had his tongue down his girlâs throat now. âAnd it doesnât look like my roommate is going to be bothering me tonight.â
âYouâre going to invite me over after just meeting me?â Eunbi asked. âThatâs a bit quick, no?â
âIâve been enjoying your company so far and Iâd love to get to know you better,â you replied with a smile before pulling out your phone and texting the group chat to let them know you were leaving. âBut if youâre not comfortable with that, wanna at least put your number in my phone before we forget?â
âDepends, are you texting your girlfriend right now?â
âGirlfriend?â
âI donât know, gut feeling,â Eunbi explained.
âHere,â you held your phone out to her. âI got nothing to hide, I was texting my friends to let them know I was leaving.â
Eunbi took one look at your phone and immediately bent over laughing.
âCondom broke, we awoke?â
âBlame my friend Jae for that one,â you smiled at her reaction.
âThat has to be one of the best group chat names Iâve ever seen,â Eunbi giggled before looking at your phone again. âAlright, you can have my-â she stopped speaking abruptly and her cheeks turned bright pink. âPrettiest girl youâve ever seen?â she mumbled, looking up from the phone.
âWhat, I tell my boys how it is,â you replied casually. âI never lie to them.â
Eunbi gave you back your phone and turned around to run over to her group of friends who were still standing there watching her from a few feet away. She began telling them something that earned you some peeks from a few of them. Wonyoung was asleep on Gaeulâs shoulder at this point, the latter flashed a smile at you while Eunbi talked. After about a minute or so, she quickly scurried back towards you.
âYouâre not going to murder me, right?â
âProbably not,â you answered.
âGood enough for me,â Eunbi giggled. âAlright, I accept your offer.â
âAre you sure your friends are cool with this?â you asked, staring at Eunbiâs gorgeous eyes while in your periphery you could see her friends all staring at you. âI feel like Iâm the one who should be worried about getting murdered.â
âYouâll be fine if you kiss me.â
âIf I kiss you?â
âYeah, theyâll probably trust you then,â Eunbi stared back into your eyes - she was serious.
âOnly one way to find out,â you replied, slowly leaning forward.
The skill of Eunbiâs lips was not something you were prepared for. You closed your eyes, cupping her face in your hands, relishing in the sweet taste of her strawberry lip gloss, enjoying the enthralling nature of her soft lips. You couldnât even hear the music anymore, in your mind the only thing left in this world was the girl you were making out with. As you felt her hand on the back of your neck, you moved one of your hands to her back, holding her warmly.
Once the kiss finally ended and you two separated, Eunbi held her face in front of yours, staring deeply into your eyes. She was adorable, absolutely the prettiest girl you had seen in your entire life. Her round eyes, expressionless face, the way she held herself right in front of you.
âDid it work,â she asked, never breaking eye contact.
âI donât know.â
âAre you going to check?â
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âI canât stop looking at you.â
She kept staring back, but now she was smiling and her cheeks were turning pink again.
âWhatever, it was just an excuse to kiss you anyway.â
âYou donât need an excuse to do that.â
âDo you ever stop flirting?â she asked.
âHow about we start walking and you can find out for yourself,â you suggested, holding your hand out for her to take.
âWe gotta finish our drinks first though,â Eunbi picked your glass back up and placed it in your outstretched hand.
âLet's do it properly then.â you suggested, holding your arm up slightly.
Eunbi wrapped her arm around yours, interlocking your arms at the elbows. She smiled brightly at you before bringing her drink up to her mouth. The two of you started drinking together. You finished your drink a few seconds before her and watched as she scrunched up her face trying to catch up. With your arm locked with hers still, all you could do was watch patiently as the adorable girl chugged her drink until she successfully finished it.
âDefinitely not your first time,â you chuckled, taking her glass from her.
After placing her glass on the bar you grabbed a couple of napkins which you held out for her so that she could wipe her lips. She, however, had a different idea, and instead of accepting the napkins stuck her face out and pouted her lips at you. You smiled again, using the napkins to wipe her lips for her - this earned an eruption of little screams and squeals from her friends which you ignored. Eunbi grabbed your hand with a smile and pulled you out of the club without looking back at her friends a single time.
âFinally, I can hear my own thoughts,â you sighed as the brisk night air hit your skin.
âAnd what are those thoughts telling you?â Eunbi asked while letting go of your hand and spinning in a circle playfully.
âThe same thing my eyes are,â you responded while looking over at Eunbi. âThat you look even more stunning under the moonlight than I could have ever imagined.â
âI guess that answers my question,â Eunbi laughed, stumbling slightly before balancing herself.
âYouâre not also drunk, are you?â
âOh please, I can handle my liquor way better than Wonyoung,â Eunbi giggled, swaying slightly as she stood there with her hands on her hips. âIâm barely tipsy.â
âHow many did you drink tonight?â you asked while walking up next to her and grabbing her hands.
âWe were taking shots earlierâŠâ she squinted her eyes as she was trying to remember. âThree? Four? I donât know.â
âPlus at least two drinks.â
âThatâs your fault,â she whined, pouting again. âI was fine until that last one.â
âIt was your idea to chug it.â
âOh yeah,â she giggled before latching onto your arm. âIâll be honest, I think Iâm feeling that last one hit meâŠâ
âHave you been drinking water? Want me to get you some?â
âNo itâs fine, Iâll drink some at your place. You have water right?â
âOf course I have water,â you chuckled.
âThen letâs go!â Eunbi giggled again, hopping cutely. âIâm getting cold.â
âWe could grab a cab if you wanted,â you suggested as you started walking.
âItâs like a five minute walk to dorms, weâre not getting a cab,â Eunbi dismissed the idea, shivering slightly as she held onto your arm.
âHere,â you lifted your arm up and pulled her closer to your body, wrapping your arm around her shoulder. âSorry I donât have a jacket tonight, no drama-esque scene for us.â
âItâs alright,â Eunbi smiled as she held onto your body. âThisâll do. You smell really nice, by the way.â
âJust give me a warning if youâre about to throw up, I like this shirt.â
âReal funny,â Eunbi rolled her eyes at you. âI told you, Iâm just tipsy.â
âSo whatâs the occasion tonight that led to you getting âjust tipsyâ, Friday night?â
âWony passed some stupid quiz or something and wanted to go out,â Eunbi answered, the little girl shivering slightly. âFriday night is not enough to get me to go out, I told you I donât do this often.â
âCelebrating a quiz? Wow, you guys sure are good friends.â
âI kinda owed her for something, otherwise I meant it when I said I really donât go out like this very often.â
âWith how quick you were to take any excuse to get out of there, I almost believe you,â you chuckled, giving her just a little bit of a squeeze to let her know you werenât being serious. âOr maybe you just didnât want to deal with your drunk roommate.â
âSheâs a bit of a brat at times,â Eunbi giggled. âDonât get me wrong, I love my roommate.â
âI wasnât questioning it.â
âGood, with how much we do for her, you better not question it.â
âHow much you do?â
âLook,â Eunbi giggled. âThat girl is as bi as they come, I never know if sheâs going to bring a guy or a girl back to the dorm. Thank God we have separate bedrooms.â
âAh, so thatâs what you meant by you owed her.â
âItâs not like that.â
âHey look, itâs fine if youâre in a relationship with your roommate,â you teased.
âMe? No,â Eunbi laughed. âOur friend Gaeul on the other hand, sheâs been coming over almost every night lately.â
âOh yeah?â you replied, hoping she would elaborate.
âWonyoung is fucking shameless, I swear,â Eunbi giggled while shaking her head. âShe had Gaeulïżœïżœ this might be tmiâŠâ
âNo such thing as tmi in my eyes.â
âLook, weâre touchy and all that, I even kissed her tonight as a dare,â Eunbi continued. âBut Gaeul⊠Wonyoung has her do everything to her.â
âShould I even ask?â
âAll Iâm saying is that the mess they left in the room tonight before we came out is part of the reason why Iâd rather go back to your place,â Eunbi giggled.
âI hope youâre not expecting my place to be pristine, I wasnât expecting company tonight.â
âAs long as there arenât plugs and beads all over the room, itâll be better than ours.â
âWho said there wouldnât be?â
âI⊠guess I didnât account for that,â Eunbi giggled again. âWhich floor are you on?â she asked as your building came into view.
âThird.â
âOh! Same as us!â
âWait, youâre also in this building?â
âYeah,â Eunbi answered enthusiastically. âIn the girlâs wing, of course.â
âThanks for confirming, I was totally questioning that part,â you replied while scanning your ID to open the door. âNow Iâm even more upset that I havenât run into you before.â
âWell, now you know Iâm only one hallway away from you, no more excuses,â Eunbi walked through the door you held for her.
After a short elevator ride and walk, you found yourself at your door. You opened it up, holding it for Eunbi to enter before following her into the room.
âOh wow, this is my first time in a guysâ room,â Eunbi commented while looking around. âIt looks just like ours.â
âWere you expecting something different?â you chuckled while walking past Eunbi towards the kitchen. âHere, drink this,â you poured her a glass of water which she accepted graciously.
âThanks, that walk honestly sobered me up quite a bit.â
âGood, unless you wanted to stay tipsy,â you replied. âAll we have right now is some shitty rum or some shitty vodka.â
âIâm alright, thank you though,â Eunbi smiled before putting the empty water glass down. âCan I see your room?â
âYeah, of course,â you walked over to your bedroom door and entered your room. âWanna sit?â
âSure.â
âGo ahead,â you motioned towards your bed. âMind giving me a second, I still really need to run to the bathroom.â
âNo worries,â Eunbi smiled at you before looking around your room, admiring the various vanity items.
In the bathroom, you took a quick piss and then quickly reapplied some cologne. You checked your hair in the mirror, made sure everything looked good before heading to the kitchen where you grabbed yourself a glass of water, chugging it before heading back to your room.
âDid you want anything by the way, a drink-â you froze when you entered the room and saw Eunbi had taken off her top, leaving her in just a blue bra. âOh.â
âCome sit,â Eunbi patted the bed next to her where you walked over and sat down. âYou deserve some credit.â
âWhat for?â you asked, sitting down on the bed next to Eunbi, your eyes no longer able to avoid her tits.
âNot once have I caught you looking at my chest tonight,â Eunbi giggled. âCome on, Iâm not stupid.â
âI gotta admit, you havenât been paying enough attention,â you chuckled. âTheyâre too fucking beautiful, I couldnât help myself.â
âAt least youâre honest,â Eunbi smiled, leaning closer towards you. âYou know, youâre allowed to touch them.â
âQuick to the point, are we?â
âI can put my top back on if you want,â Eunbi commented with an expression of fake concern.
âThat wonât be necessary.â
The way her gorgeous smile began shining as soon as you grabbed her tits in your hands couldnât be compared to anything. Nothing was hotter than a girl with self-confidence, and Eunbi absolutely knew what she was packing. Her tits were so fucking perfect, and they felt as amazing as they looked. So soft, molding into your fingers and you squeezed and squished them in every direction.
âKiss me again and Iâll take the bra off, too,â she whispered, replacing her smile with the most seductive gaze humanly possible and opening her mouth slightly.
There wasnât even a second of hesitation before you pressed forward with your mouth. You kept one hand squeezing her tits while the other lowered down towards her hip. Once again that delightful taste of strawberry blessed your mouth as Eunbi wrapped her arms around you, feeling up and down your toned back.
She was so fucking irresistable, you couldnât detach from her body. You had to keep kissing her, you had to keep feeling her, you had to have her. She was too beautiful for this world - for all you knew, this was just a dream. Who fucking cared, youâd never wake up from this if it was, and that would be alright.
Without even stopping the kiss, Eunbi began reaching behind her back to unstrap her bra. You quickly reached around her body to help her, unstrapping it immediately and tossing it to the side. It didnât even matter that her tits were completely out now, you didnât want to stop kissing her yet to take a proper look. Slowly, you pushed forward until Eunbi was laying on her back, both of her hands now cupping your face while both of your hands were groping her chest.
This continued for a few more minutes, both of you were addicted to the other. Eunbi now had her leg bent and wrapped around your hips, you had one hand on the back of her thigh holding it up. Your other hand was still pressing into her soft tits, rubbing her nipples from time to time. Your hand slid up the back of her thigh, and for a bit you ended up palming her soft ass.
âYouâre so fucking good at this,â Eunbi moaned from beneath you. âAnd youâre really fucking hot.â
âRight back at ya,â you smirked before shoving your mouth into her neck, kissing her clavicle.
âI donât usually do it on the first night,â Eunbi moaned, grabbing your hair and pushing your head lower so that you were squished between her tits.
âThatâs fine,â you gasped for air before taking her nipple into your mouth, sucking the nub until it was covered in your saliva. âNo pressure.â
âI can make an exception tonight.â
âShould I grab a condom?â you asked excitedly before moving your mouth to her other tit and showing it the same love.
âNo need, Iâm on the pill,â Eunbi let go of your head and started pulling her skirt down.
âLeave it,â you insisted, sliding down your bed and reaching your hands up her skirt. âMay I?â
She nodded with a giggle, loving your little act of chivalry, bending both of her legs so that her knees were up and bringing her hands to her tits, playing with them aggressively. As soon as her panties came off, you shoved your face between her legs. Just like that, within minutes of getting her in your room, you had your face in front of this dime piece of a girlâs pussy. A sharp inhale filled the room as you planted a kiss on her pussy - pure ecstasy to your ears.
Instead of sucking on her beautifully shaved pussy, you decided to slow it down, tease her a bit. You pressed your lips against her soft inner thigh, holding against her skin for a few seconds before kissing. Then, the same on the other leg, alternating with each kiss, moving closer and closer to her pussy. Once you couldnât get any closer without actually placing your mouth on her folds, you started licking circles around her.
âStop fucking teasing me,â Eunbi whined, squirming her lower body incessantly.
The corners of your lips curled upwards. You were going to have her begging soon, but you also needed a proper taste of Eunbiâs sweet pussy. With all the enthusiasm in the world, you gave her a singular lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit where you sealed her clit with your lips. With the slight tang of her pussy now on your taste buds, you started jabbing your tongue against her clit.
âOh yeah,â she began moaning before her moans swapped to screams as you shoved, without warning, two fingers up her pussy. âOh fuck!â
Her entire lower body lifted off the bed briefly as you pushed two knuckles deep into her pussy, but the real surprise came when you felt her pussy squirt right onto your chin. You sat up on your knees, pulling your dripping fingers out of her snatch.
âSorry,â Eunbi gasped, her chest heaving. âI should have⊠warned youâŠâ
âDonât apologize,â you wiped your chin with the back of your hand before ripping your shirt off and tossing it to the side. âThat was really fucking hot.â
Eunbi didnât have any time to feel embarrassed because as soon as your shirt came off you had shoved two fingers up her vagina again, this time thrusting them back and forth aggressively while your other hand started rubbing circles against her clit. It was sensory overload, you could tell by the way her face scrunched up in raw, unfiltered pleasure, and also by the droplets that began flinging out of her.
âCome on,â you grunted, speeding up your thrusting even more.
Suddenly, you got what you were looking for. Eunbi began gushing, spraying all over your arm, your chest, and your bed. She still had her eyes closed, but as her body once again lifted off the bed, she kept squirting all over anything that dared exist in front of her pussy. Once she stopped, you pulled your fingers out, and that led to a gush of liquid spilling out of her. Without missing a beat, you shoved your face between her legs and began lapping up her mess.
âOh my fucking God,â Eunbi sobbed, her pussy literally trembling against your tongue. âPlease.â
It was so fucking addicting. You couldnât stop, you needed to suck every drop out of her pussy. You wanted to drown in her, your brain wasnât working anymore. Eunbiâs wet pussy was your salvation. There was no way to know it now, but youâd be thinking about sucking Eunbiâs pussy for the next week.
âStop,â she cried out, grabbing your hair with her hands. âI canâtâŠâ
With her hands threatening to pull your hair out, you finally obeyed her wishes and held your face still. Other than the occasional lick of your tongue, you simply enjoyed the pulsatile squirts coming out of Eunbiâs pussy directly onto your chin. Once she finally stopped, her squirts being reduced to the occasional dribbles of fluid, you pulled back and sat up on your knees.
âYouâre really fucking hot,â you said nonchalantly, wiping your chin again with the back of your hand.
âCome here,â she moaned, reaching her arms out for you.
As soon as you moved forward, she began kissing you again. Her hands found your buckle, undoing it swiftly and unbuttoning your pants. She fumbled around your crotch some more until her hand made it down your underwear, pulling your cock out.
âWant me to suck it first,â she whispered into your mouth between kisses, stroking your cock gently.
âFuck that,â you spread her legs wide for you to get closer.
âHold up,â Eunbi got up and turned you around so that now you were laying on your back with her on top of you. âLet me.â
Eunbi, her body right above yours, began rubbing her pussy with her palm before grabbing your cock and spreading her fluids along your shaft. She held your cock with one hand, lining it up with her pussy, and slowly started to lower herself onto your cock. You grabbed her skirt, lifting it up just in time to see her drenched pussy lips spread to accept your cock. She lowered herself lower and lower, pausing once she was all the way down, scrunching her face in delectation as her pussy adjusted to your size.
The girl knew how to move her hips, clearly showing off as she started moving up and down your shaft slowly. Her soaked pussy moved effortlessly as she started bouncing up and down your cock. Your hands found their way to her ass, gripping it tightly while she did all the work, working your cock like an expert.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â you grunted, starting to push your hips into hers.
Eunbi started leaning forward, her massive tits hanging in front of you, shaking and jiggling each time she bounced on your cock. They were beautiful, shining as her efforts began leaving a thin layer of sweat all over her soft skin. She was beautiful. The way her face scrunched up as she felt each inch of your cock, she was irresistible. How could a girl be this perfect?
It was overwhelming. You didnât have it in you to lay there, you knew you had to properly fuck this girl soon or else she was going to make you erupt with how good she was at moving her hips. Your hands left her ass and slid up her back, pulling her tits closer to your face until your nose was pressed between them. With your arms hugging her tightly, you stopped holding back.
âOh fuck yes!â Eunbi screamed at the top of her lungs as soon as you started slamming your hips towards the roof. âUh!â
It was such a blessing knowing most of your hallway would be out tonight, sparing you from dealing with the repercussions of a noise complaint, because Eunbi was loud. Equally as loud as her screams was the sound of your body slapping against her sweat-coated skin. At this point you had no idea if it was her sweat coating your legs or the absurd amount of fluid this goddess of a woman had squirted on you tonight.
Everything became a blur of wetness, tits, and Eunbiâs screams. The profanities Eunbi were shouting into your room would surely get you expelled if your school could hear them. If it wasnât a moan or a cry, it was a mixture of the most lust-driven mumbles of salaciousness. Even with how loud Eunbiâs voice was, she could barely be heard over the wet slapping of her pussy getting fucked.
As much as you wanted to switch up the position, you couldnât. You physically could not detach your face from Eunbiâs tits - it was not possible. Not that it really mattered, Eunbi was making it very clear that she was enjoying this. In fact, she could not have made it any more clear than she already was, especially with how her body had started squirting all over your cock now. The only disappointment was that as you felt Eunbiâs wetness coating your crotch, you knew you were quickly approaching your limit.
âIâm close,â you huffed into Eunbiâs tits.
There was no way to be sure if Eunbi heard you, not until at least she started bouncing her hips up and down with every bit of enthusiasm in her little frame. She didnât just want you to cum in her, she wanted to make you cum in her - It was out of your control now. There was no stopping it now, you felt the pressure, the sensation, the pleasure all building up in your cock.
With your hands now squeezing onto Eunbiâs ass for dear life, your face pressed as far into her tits as it could go, you held on for dear life as your cock blew its load into her pussy. She kept moaning, kept moving her hips, despite it being impossible for her to know you were adding to the mess of fluids in her pussy. The only indication would have been the strained moan you let escape your lips as your cock pumped again and again, emptying itself into her.
With one final pump, your entire body went limp. Your hands fell to your sides, and all you could do now was breathe deeply against the softness of Eunbiâs tits. She lay on top of you for a bit longer in silence, moving her hips just enough to feel your cock still inside her as it also began to relax.
âHoly fuck Eunbi,â you broke the silence, trying and failing to sit up.
She didnât even reply, she simply giggled as she lifted herself up. Slowly, she moved up and let your cock fall over, completely coated in a mess of cum and all of Eunbiâs bodily fluids. Eunbi reached past your body, once again giving you a beautiful view of her massive tits hanging down towards your face, and grabbed a few tissues. She wiped between her legs, not that it mattered with how much of a mess everything was now, before standing up, leaving you on your bed gasping for air.
âDo you mind if I borrow a shirt?â
âYeah go ahead,â you panted, your chest heaving up and down with your eyes closed.
âCan I take this one?â Eunbi asked.
She looked so embarrassed when you opened your eyes to see her holding the shirt you were wearing earlier.
âSure,â you shrugged, sitting up in your bed, finally catching your breath. âBring it back whenever, you know where I live.â
âI promise I will,â Eunbi smiled, slipping the shirt on. It was too big for her, and she looked adorable in it. She quickly checked her phone before giving you a disappointed look âIâm really sorry to rush off like this. I would have loved to spend more time, but I need to check up on Wony.â
âDonât worry about it at all, go take care of your roommate. Iâll see you soon?â
âAbsoâ fucking âlutely you will, especially after that.â
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A/N:
Um, Eunbi is really hot. I just HAD to write her at some point. Initially I planned to make this like a 15-20k word fic, but after talking to some other writers I decided to break it up for the sake of readability (yes, that means I have already planned out the plot for the next two parts, and yes I have already started working on them). I could have written it all out and edited it properly, but that dopamine rush of posting a fic is too strong.
Hopefully you guys enjoy, this is a little different from my typical style in the sense that it's an alternate universe fic! I just had this idea and felt like writing it out, I might end up doing more of these style of fics if I get some more ideas that I feel like writing, especially for idols/groups who I don't follow as closely. Let me know what you guys think, as always, appreciate the support!
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HE'S DRUNK AND DOESN'T RECOGNIZE YOU.
FEATURING:â â Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:â â English is not my first language đ | Part two. Part three.
Since you started dating, your boyfriend stopped going to parties and clubs alone. On that day, he had gone out with friends, and you decided to stay home. He only didnât stay as well because you encouraged him to go celebrate the good result he had in the last race. Heâs not someone who drinks excessively, so you werenât too worried. Besides, what could go wrong? After all, he was with friends.
Oh, well... You got the answer when you woke up at two in the morning, with a call of one of his friends begging you to come pick him up because he was drunk and refusing to leave.
àšà§â â â CHARLES LECLERC
"Carlos...! Carlos!" He whined, trying to get out after his friend had tossed him into the back seat of your car. You sighed, thankful for the Spaniard â who wasnât very sober either, but was certainly in a better state than your boyfriend. "Carlos, who is she?"
You tried to buckle his seatbelt, but he moved away from you, going to the other side of the seat. "Donât touch me, please... Iâm taken!" Your eyebrows raised, your eyes locking onto Charles.
"Charles, Iâm just going to take you home." You tried to calm him down, but it only made him more agitated.
"Home? Whose home? Yours?!" He tried to open the car door but failed, as your hands quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back into place. "This is kidnapping... Carlos! Carlos, help me!"
"Charles, shut up. Iâm taking you to your house." The seatbelt was finally secured. For a few minutes, he stayed quiet. But as soon as you arrived in front of his house and you went to help him get out, he moved away and tried to walk on his own, stumbling.
"I can... walk on my own. My girlfriend is waiting for me. You got it? My girlfriend. At home. Our home." Charles said, pointing to the front door. Another sigh escaped your lips, knowing the night wouldnât be easy.
àšà§â â â LANDO NORRIS
"Do you want an autograph?" Your boyfriend asked, smiling. He was being helped by one of his friends, but even so, his feet still missed the steps. His smile faded when the person carrying him removed his arm from their shoulder and placed it on yours.
He quickly pulled away. You had to grab him to keep him from falling to the ground. "Tonight I'm just giving autographs, no photosâ" Lando hiccupped. "Donât touch me."
You held back a laugh. "Why? Iâm just lending you a hand." He shook his head and continued trying to break free from you, though his body didnât have enough strength to actually do so.
Lando looked around, his lower lip trembling. "If my girlfriend sees me like this, she'll think I have something going on with you. And I don't." he said.
"So what? She won't find out." His eyes widened, he stopped walking, and sat down on the sidewalk. "Come on, am I not pretty?" You bit your lip, trying to hide a smile.
Your boyfriend pointed a finger at you accusingly, a look of horror on his face. "I knew you had bad intentions...! And no, you're not pretty! My girlfriend is way prettier!"
Honestly, you didn't know whether to feel flattered or offended by his statement.
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In the Night
dark!Ghostface!stepbro!Rafe x f!Reader w a side of JJ x Reader
READ ENTIRE WARNING BEFORE PROCEEDING
Warnings: noncon (rape), incest (step siblings), murder, major character death, p in v smut, lowkey yandere themes, knife kink, blood kink, unprotected sex, creampie, Rafe is very obsessed with his little step sister (everyone is 18+)
You cowered behind the car, trying to quiet your shivering sobs. Your mind was racing, barely able to hold onto any thought other than the ghastly scene you had just been forced into.
For months, a masked killer had been terrorizing Kildare and tonight you came face to face with him.
Only to realize that you had been living with him for half of your life.
For the most part, it had been a night like any other, JJ had taken you out on a little dinner date before bringing you back to his house.
You had been dating for several months at this point, a fact that your stepfather, Ward, begrudgingly accepted, but your stepbrother seemed to harbor more resentment towards him than any of the other Pogues.
Just before you had left, Rafe had gotten into yet another argument with you about him, although he had never been so aggressive with you about it before.
âHeâs not good enough for you, Y/N! You know heâs just going to get you into trouble.â Your older step brother scolded you.
âMaybe heâd stay out of trouble if you and your gang didnât bring it to him all the time,â you sniped back, pushing past him to get to the door.
You were interrupted when his hand clamped down hard around your arm just above your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.
âAre you seriously trying to walk away from me right now?â Rafe growled as he turned to you, his hold still tight on your arm.
âYeah, I am, JJ is out front waiting for me. Now let go of me, Rafe.â
He stared down at you, a familiar yet unrecognizable glint in his blue eyes. He scanned your face for a moment, tension heavy in the air, before finally reluctantly releasing your arm with a huff.
âJust uh⊠stay safe, okay, Y/N? You know how dangerous itâs been recently.â You could have sworn you saw a small smirk on his face before you turned to exit.
When you and JJ got back to his place after dinner, the two of you had just gotten out of the car when you heard him yell.
You turned to see a large figure wearing the same ghost face mask you had seen all over the news holding your boyfriend at knifepoint, the blade pressed into his throat.
JJ struggled against him for a moment, but he flinched when the man dug the sharp metal in just a bit.
âStop fighting, or she dies next.â The man hissed, his familiar voice stopping you in your tracks as you raced around the car to them.
You were several feet away from them but too petrified to move.
âStop!â You cried out, tears burning at your eyes. You felt terrified and helpless, unable to take your gaze off of your boyfriend.
The masked man ignored you, continuing to speak to JJ, âyou donât deserve Y/N, you know? Sheâs too good to be with a filthy Pogue like you.â
His words washed over you like a bucket of cold water as you finally recognized his voice and you wanted to be sick.
Your lips parted to beg with him, don't do this, please, don't hurt him don't hurt him!
At the flinch of his wrist, it was too late. You knew it. The blade glinted as it slid across JJ's neck, and you finally found your voice as a cascade of crimson followed its arc and JJ fell to ground.
You screamed as you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. You wanted to collapse, and you probably would have if not for the sound of the killerâs horribly recognizable laughter drawing closer.
In the darkness, you turned, stumbling to the ground painfully before picking yourself up again and running before crouching behind the car JJ had been fixing up.
The chilly autumn air made you shiver and your vision was blurred by your tears.
You still hadnât gotten over your shock when you heard your name being called.
âY/N,â he taunted, voice getting closer with each step.
Your heart was thundering in your ears so loudly you were scared he could hear it.
âJust come out now and I promise, I wonât hurt you.â He was on the other side of the car now and you felt your stomach clench in terror.
Your eyes widened when he walked around the car, easily spotting you crouched near the back door.
When he ran towards you, you opened the back car door, blocking him momentarily as you climbed in, planning to slide across and run out the other side.
Your fingertips reached for the door handle, but large hand gripped your legs, pulling you back towards him. Flipping onto your back, you tried to kick him off, desperately scratching at his arms with your your nails at the same time.
The man pinned you beneath him, cackling at your pathetic attempts to fight back. In your panic, you grabbed at his face, pulling his mask off at the same moment his bloodied knife came to your throat.
You froze beneath him, staring up into your step brotherâs eyes in shock and horror.
âRafe?â You whispered, tears spilling past your lashes. âWhy?â
A sickening grin spread across his lips as he leered above you. âDidnât I always tell you, sweetheart? JJ isnât good enough for you. He didnât know you like I do.â
His free hand came to your cheek, stroking it lovingly and accidentally smearing JJâs blood across your skin.
âStop it!â You whimpered, nausea bubbling up in your gut as the coppery scent hit your nostrils. âYouâre insane!â
Rafeâs eyebrows furrowed at that, anger darkening his eyes. He drew so close you could feel his breath against your skin, âIâm just trying to protect you-â
âProtect me?!â You hissed, tears streaming down your cheeks now.
Rafeâs nose twitched, frustration written all over his face.
âYou donât get it,â he mumbled, eyes leaving your face and trailing down your chest. âBut Iâll show you.â
Rafe removed the large blade from your throat, grabbing the bottom of your shirt before slicing it down the middle.
You whimpered beneath him, trying to cover yourself up, but his knife found your throat again, pressing down slightly.
âDonât make me hurt you too,â he threatened, his low voice making your stomach twist.
His pupils were blown wide as he took you in.
âNo bra?â He grinned wickedly, âguess my lil sis is more of a slut than I expected.â
âRafe,â you pleaded, voice breaking through your tears as you looked up at him. âPlease, Iâm scared.â
He groaned at that, pressing closer and you shuddered at the feel of him growing harder against you. You squirmed when his large hand cupped over your tit, squeezing your nipple between two fingers and drawing a whine from your throat.
His lips smothered yours, hungrily tasting you and taking your breath away. With the cold metal at your throat, there was nowhere to turn to get away from him. Nausea churned inside you when he pushed his tongue into your mouth.
He pulled away finally and put the knife down on the floor to unbuckle his belt, fumbling with his button and zipper before freeing his erect cock from his boxers, not even bothering to push his pants down.
At the sight of your step brother stroking his hard dick above you, your tears started flowing again, disgust and horror mixing with a third emotion you were too ashamed to identify.
Rafe forced your thighs apart, pushing your skirt up to reveal your pink panties.
âShit, Y/N,â he groaned, pressing his thumb to your covered clit. You squirmed in his grasp, biting your lip to stop your whimpers from escaping.
âCanât wait anymore,â he breathed through gritted teeth, grabbing your panties and sliding them to the side before lining his tip up with your slick entrance.
âStop, Rafe-!â your protest was cut off when your step brother pushed himself inside you, stretching your unprepared cunt around him.
You whined loudly, heart skipping a beat when his hand wrapped around your throat, smearing the blood from the knife across your tender skin.
He stilled above you for a moment, taking a shaky breath as he basked in the feeling of your snug walls squeezing around him, tighter than he could have imagined. He inched himself deeper until his tip kissed your cervix.
Rafe leaned closer to you, his lips covering your before he began slowly thrusting into you, increasing his pace with each push of his cock.
You mewled against his lips, confused and disgusted with yourself when you could feel yourself growing wetter around him.
He broke the kiss and you gasped for breath, only for his grip to tighten around your throat.
There was nowhere to go, and Rafe easily caged you in on top of the leather seats of car. You felt claustrophobic, overstimulated by the feel of him rutting into you in the cramped backseat.
The lewd sound of his cock plunging into your slick cunt taunted you, and you couldnât control the pornographic moans that he was forcing out of you.
His thrusts were brutal, bordering on punishing at this point, and his fingers were squeezing around your neck so tight your vision was becoming fuzzy at the edges.
âRafe-!â You choked, hot tears burning at your eyes.
The world was spinning around you, the pressure building between your legs. You grabbed onto Rafe, clinging to him tightly in your confusion.
âTell me you love me,â he groaned, not slowing his pace at all as his thumb found your clit, messily rolling over it.
Your skin crawled at his words, stomach flipping as you nervously shook your head no, but you couldnât bite back your moan as he teased your tender bud.
You knew that only pissed him off more though, and his grip on your throat tightened in warning.
âTell your big brother you love him, dumb fucking slut.â He hissed, hitting a spot that made you see stars.
âI-â you whimpered before whispering. âI love you.â
He kissed you hard, growling as he pulled away and resting his damp forehead against yours.
âTell me again, baby.â
His hips tilted to meet yours, pushing himself deep inside you with each thrust. His thumb lazily traced your clit, pulling you to the brink.
âI love you,â you moaned, primal desires overcoming your thoughts of resisting.
âAgain.â
âI love you, fuck, Rafe!â you whimpered as you were pushed over the edge.
Blinding white light exploded behind your closed eyes as you came undone around him. Sinful pleasure tingled between your legs as he fucked you even harder, and he cursed as you squeezed around him.
You couldnât think straight, much less control your mouth, and the endless string of âI love you Rafeââs that rolled off your tongue was the reason it wasnât long before your step brother was painting your walls with his sticky seed.
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donât wanna break up again | oscar piastri
pairing: actress!reader x oscar piastri
summary: you never go to any of oscar races and heâs always been okay with it, until heâs not
fc: rachel zegler
warnings: angst
a/n: i am in such an oscar kick lately you cannot physically stop me (iâve also never wrote angst before this is so fun!)
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username so now sheâs not allowed to go on vacation after working for five months on a movie? grow up
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username oh to be called the prettiest by oscar piastri đ©
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username day number 482927 praying for y/n to attend a race
username at this point i feel like the only way sheâs attending is if she has to promote a movie or something
username petition for y/n to be in that f1 movie theyâre making just so we can see her at the paddock once
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username thatâs my driver right there !!!
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username another podium where y/n wasnât presentđ
username i could treat you so much better i swear!
mclaren incredible drive oscarđ§Ą
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username next podium is a winđ
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yourusername star of the year is insane! thank you so much for this award and to all of you, i love you all to the moon and back and without you this wouldnât be possibleđ«¶đœ thank you thank you thank you âïž
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username so so well deserved y/n congrats! đ
username ms. rabbit has fainted
username oh she just looked unreal tonight đ€©
username she IS the star of our generation đđœ
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yourusername love you! đ
username sheâs just THAT GOOD
username star of the year indeedđ
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oscarpiastri incredibly proud of the most talented, hard-working, brightest woman i know. youâre not only the star of the year youâre also the star of my life and i know there will be many more awards to come your wayđ
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yourusername i canât put into words how much i love youâ€ïž
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username about to tattoo this whole race in my forehead brb
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⣠includes : brother's best friend! suna rintaro. oh and also small age gap between him and the reader, only two ish years though. LOWKEY SUGGESTIVE? one mention of the reader not wearing a bra if that is something u deem suggestive.
note : i'm so in love with romantic and sexual tension between u n suna it's so fun to write! also lmk if u want a pt2 or something not sure what i'd do for a pt2 but y'all can send in some ideas lol
suna rintaro who is your brotherâs best friend⊠he likes seeing you around the house, ready for bed looking so cute in your comfy shorts and a little top n no bra. he likes that he gets to see what you look like everyday instead of only seeing you dolled up. he likes when youâre glammed, of course, you always look stunning. he just likes stealing glances of you do everyday tasks.
like tonight, in the kitchen far too late in the night, heâll lean against the doorframe as he watches you make a snack. he notices the curves of your shoulders, and how the small of your back peeks out from your top riding up a little. youâre still humming the song youâve had stuck in your head all day. you turn around and surprised to see him, you gasp, causing him to widen his lazy half smile. you roll your eyes, party because he scared you, but also because he looks way too good. hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants loose around his hips, hair messy, and a white tank top on that fits him perfectly. he looks like a slut.
âwhat could you possibly want,â you sigh, and he shrugs in response. âjust wanna see what youâre up toâ
âwhereâs my brother? shouldnât you be hanging with him?â you question, pointing a strawberry pop tart at him accusingly.
âheâs asleepâ he closes the distance between you to take the pop tart out of your hand, taking a rather generous bite.
ârin stop, oh my god you just ate like half of it,â you exclaim, snatching it back, âyouâve already cleaned out half the fridge, when will your greedy ass be satisfied?â
ârin?â he cocks his head, his sleepy smile settling into a smug one, âyou havenât called me that since, like, elementary schoolâ the eye contact he so casually maintains is difficult for you to keep, and your face gets furiously hot, looking away. âyeah well, i kind of thought you were embarrassed by it, so i got embarrassed and i stoppedâ you try to exit the conversation and walk past him to the doorway he was just standing in, trying to signal that you were going to leave to your bedroom. he follows you, much to your dismay. he leans against the doorway, his back to it, and you mimick his action. you're both looking directly at each other, and it feels weirdly intimate. seeing each other face on meant he could see every expression on your face.
âwhy would you think that? i wasnât embarrassed.â he says, his eyes scan you from your painted toenails to the top of your head, but inevitably looking into your eyes. after a beat of hesitation, he continues talking. â...you know, i had a crush on you then. i was really sad when you stopped calling me it.â
the heat in your face returns as he laughs. how can he sit there and laugh after dropping this insane piece of information??
âyouâre kidding. i totally liked you back, why didnât you tell me sooner?â you look at him incredulously, mouth agape and growing annoyed as you realize he was not as shocked finding out your feelings as you were in learning his.
âyeah, i figured. but your brother, you know? and just in case i wasnât right, i didnât want you to reject me and then show up at your house the next day to watch movies with your brotherâ he had a point. you remember those movie nights. you always wanted to watch with them, but your brother would always say no and kick you out of the room. suna always let you watch anyways, offering a seat on the couch beside him despite his best friendâs wishes.
the movie nights were not the only thing your mind was pondering on. if he knew about your crush then, did he know now? your feelings were much too complicated for you to call it a crush, and you'd like to think you've learned how to be at least a little subtle, so maybe he didn't know.
"thatâs crazy. we just barely missed each other i guessâ you finally say with a chuckle that turns into a thoughtful hum, glancing anywhere but his eyes.
"what? so, you don't have a crush on me anymore?" oh, so he did know. he easily closes the gap between you two, and for once, it doesn't seem like he's teasing you. "rin..." you say, mouth slightly open like you're going to add something else, but you don't. "i don't think we missed anything... am i wrong?" he leans towards, and you swear he's going to kiss you but he stops before your lips touch, "you can tell me if i'm wrong."
you grab his shirt and pull him in to press your lips against his, bringing him into a surprising, but long kiss. his hands thread through your hair, lingering in the moment. when you break away, they slide from your hair to the sides of your neck, and he has the dumbest smile on his face. "definitely not wrong."
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