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eggy you're so amazing and talented i am constantly hitting the tag limit everytime I reblog your works </33 i had to delete my tag saying yn was VERY valid for telling kageyama to suck her dick
rot: h. iwaizumi
chapter five -> the move
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warnings: this chapter is heavy with discussions of abuse, violence, other themes already discussed in this story, divided this last chapter in two parts and this is going to be the angst before the happy ending. when i say angst i mean angst. rest assured happy ending is coming tho
Her well-organized list of problems has been upended. A bright, shiny new problem has outshone all of her other ones, dimming them, displacing them, reducing their need for attention.
Problem #1: Iwaizumi Hajime, neighbor, definite arms-dealer, maybe boyfriend, has been arrested.
Itâs hard to get people to listen to you in a police station. Cops sit at their little desks and they look at you like theyâre pretending to pay attention to what youâre saying but really, all they can think about is how much better than you they think they are, and how little they care about your problems.
Matsukawa has a hand over her shoulder, not firm but not lose, like heâs ready to pull her back down to her feet if she leans too far over the front counter. Sheâs trying to appeal to the lady behind the front desk, (as if thereâs anything she could actually do), voice raw and shaky, knuckles going white as she grips at the edge of the counter.
âPlease,â she begs, her unhidden desperation feeling out of place in the clean station, where the smell of hand sanitizer and pine floor cleaner is heavy in the air. Itâs far too bureaucratic for her to be like this; reduced to a pile of tears and snot, begging and pleading and being ignored like a small child throwing a fit. âHe didnât do anything to me. This is fucking insane, lady.â
âHoney,â she says, voice slathered in condescension, like she knows. Like she knows Iwaizumiâs been treating her like shit this whole time and sheâs just been too stupid to realize it. Like she knows whatâs best for her just because she sits behind the front desk at a police station for eight hours five days a week for semi-not shit pay and a pension. âIf you want to help your boyfriend, the best thing you can do is get him a lawyer, okay? Yelling at me isnât going to help. They can hold him for forty-eight hours, and thereâs nothing you can do about it.â
God, she wants to reach over this fucking desk and sink her nails into this ladyâs face. Dig under her skin and gather evidence so they know it was her that did it. That desk ladyâs sickly-sweet tone and fake pity had driven her to madness. A long-buried thirst for violence that makes her feel like a grade-school girl boils in her blood and itâs like Matsukawa can sense it because itâs then that his hand goes tight around her shoulder, and he pulls her back. âThank you, maâam,â he says, relaxed politeness sounding natural on him. âWe appreciate your help.â
She doesnât appreciate her help. She doesnât appreciate shit. She wants to jump over the counter and make that known, but Matsukawa grabs at her arms and tugs, using a bit more force to get her away from that desk. But she makes a point to turn her head and shoot that lady one more rage-filled sneer.
Matsukawa doesnât let her go until heâs pulled her out the front door, into the sidewalk of a busy city street. But he has no qualms about stopping her there, a dam in the middle of the sidewalk, foot traffic splitting and flowing around them. He grabs her by both of her shoulders. âOkay, you need to calm down. Like right now. Alright?â
Her teeth grind together. âI want to pop her fucking eyes out,â she spits out, like an unrepentant child, unashamed of her outburst.
âWell, thatâs not going to do anything to help, so donât fucking do that,â Matsukawa says, a bit of a bit in his voice and slightly shaking her shoulders. The air surrounding them is suffocating, hot and humid and beads of sweat are popping up on the back of her neck already. âAnd sheâs right. Thereâs nothing we can do but get him a lawyer.â
She doesnât look at Matsukawa. She hates him right now, because heâs right, and thereâs nothing her blind rage and outburst can do to make it better. She focuses her stare just past him, watching the stream of tourists and college students and burdened employees that drifts down the sidewalk, past both of them. She gnaws on the inside of her cheek. âWhatever.â
He releases her then, and her gaze falls to her shoes as Matsukawa steps back from her. A hand reaches up to push stray strands of hair away from his forehead. âOikawaâs calling his guy. He should be down here soon. Weâve gone through this before, we know what to do. Iwaâs not an idiot, he can handle himself in there.â
The combination of rage and embarrassment tastes sour in the back of her throat. âHe didnât do it,â she asserts, for no one else other than herself.
âCourse he didnât fucking do it,â Matsukawa scoffs. âIwa has lines. Hitting his girl is way past them.â
Her mouth furls. Itâs getting hotter and hotter every second there on that sidewalk. Every emotion feels too big for her body; it paralyzes her. She hates this. She fucking hates this. Iwaizumi being locked in some holding cell with the drunken disorderly conduct leftovers from the night before. Him being in there because of her.
Matsukawa sees her standing there, stiff and clenched up, and sighs. âLook,â he starts off, more sympathetic than before, and the pity makes her twitch, âwhy donât you just come back to mine and Makkiâs place for now? You donât have to go-â
And then, the call of her name. Loud enough to get the attention of everyone on that sidewalk. Commanding enough that people look, just to make sure, just to double check that itâs not their name, that they didnât make a mistake, somehow. She looks over Matsukawaâs shoulder and sees her father. Out in the open, on the sidewalk.
âIâm so glad youâre okay,â he says as he approaches, broad smile sending a new rush of rage down her spine. Matsukawa raises an eyebrow at her, but she doesnât dare to tear her eyes away from her father, looking clean in his freshly pressed uniform. Like this is some kind of special occasion for him. âI was worried help wouldnât get to you in time.â
She blinks. Thereâs no room for fear in her body. âHelp?â she echoes back, voice hoarse.
He moves to reach for her. She steps back, Matsukawa places himself in front of her. âWhen I saw how that boyfriend of yours was treatinâ you, I had to call in a favor. I got a friend that works in this district, yâknow. I got lots of friends, Bug.â
Really, she shouldnât be surprised. She feels stupid for not thinking of it earlier.
But she didnât think of it. She wasnât expecting it. She was completely caught off guard by her god-awful, piece of shit father.
So she canât be blamed for her reaction.
She reaches into her pocket and fishes out her keys. A few for the sports store. Three for her apartment building (one for the front door, one for her place, and one for Iwaâs), and one to her old home she shared with her brother. She places them each between her fingers, and without very much hesitation, she punches the end of those keys into her fatherâs face, with as much force is left inside of her.
Pretty immediately, thereâs a reaction from the stream of people. Screams, she thinks. Matsukawaâs quick to act, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her away from her now-bleeding father. But everything around her is white noise. She's numb to it. She looks at her father and she hopes the gashes will scar. âYou piece of shit!â she screams at him. âIâll fucking kill you! You fucker! Youâre fucking dead!â
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Her list is fucked now. She doesnât know where rage issues fall in the new order. But probably higher than before, she would have to guess, because sheâs sitting in an interrogation room.
Kageyama Tobio sits across from her, sleeves pushed up to his elbows and arms crossed over his chest. Heâs leaned back in his seat, and she has this feeling sheâs about to be scolded. âAssaulting a police officer is pretty serious.â
She feels dirty, humid air making her skin sweaty and salty, her hair frizzy and tangled. A bit of blood splattered on the skin of her forearm. They wouldnât let her wash it off. âHeâs not a police officer to me,â she says, words coming stubbornly out of the corner of her mouth. âHeâs just my piece of shit father.â
Kageyama leans forward, bare forearms pressed against the cool metal of the table between them. âCan I ask you something?â He does not wait for the answer. âIs Iwaizumi worth all of this? Look at where you are, do you think this is worth it?â
âCan I ask you something instead?â She waits for confirmation from him. He gives her a slight nod. âDid you like PCD?â
He sighs, fingers tapping against the table. She wants to break them. âWe can drop the charges on you, yâknow. If you have something more valuable to give us, weâd be happy to do something for you in return.â
She raises an eyebrow. âValuable?â
Kageyama leans back again. He adjusts a lot, sheâs noticed. Moving and shifting and repositioning. She has stayed still in her seat. âListen, Iâve known Iwaizumi for a while. All of them. I know what theyâre like. I know how they can make you feel. You get caught up in it. Good people like you and me find themselves in shit situations without realizing it. But let me tell you this,â he says, severe, and a finger pointed in her direction, âIwaizumiâs not going to give this up for anything. And youâre not an exception. As much as you think he cares about you, he cares about his job more.â
She can see her mother so clearly, then. For the first time in years. She can see her features, the details of her face. The ones she has in common with her brother. The ones she has in common with her. She can see the anger twisted into her brow like a permanent fixture. She can hear her voice, as if itâs in her ear now.
âMen like your father, they only care about one thing. And itâs not you and itâs not me.â
She lifts her head to meet Kageyamaâs stare. His eyes are so sharp and so blue. âKageyama?â
He leans forward. âYeah?â
âSuck my dick.â
The sigh of defeat is, at the very least, satisfying. His shoulders slump and she watches the last bit of hope he was holding onto fade out of him. And at least she has that. âWell, in that case, youâre free to go. Your fatherâs not pressing charges.â
She stands at once, not immediately being hit the with realization that he had tried to trick her into snitching. âFucking finally,â she spits out, her limbs feeling stiff and disjointed.
Sheâs halfway out the door when Kageyama says, âYeah, well, see you later, Iâm sure.â
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Iwaizumi is released before the forty-eight hours is up. She does not find out until four days after.
Most of those four days are spent numbly sitting through her shifts, face weathered and her limbs hanging from her body like heavy, led weights. She lies in her bed. She hardly eats. She checks her phone every five to ten minutes and she calls Oikawa and Matsukawa and Makki and gets their voicemails and she hears nothing.
And then, as sheâs hanging out the window, smoking her second cigarette in a row, she sees him. Walking down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets and his chin up. She watches, in disbelief for a moment, waiting to see if heâs going to turn into their apartment building and run straight up the stairs and into her arms and kiss her and apologize and swear that he would exact vengeance on her father. For the both of them.
But Iwaizumi just walks. He goes straight until he is out of her view.
With shaking hands, she texts him:
so when were u planning on telling me u got out?
He does not respond.
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Itâs a month before he speaks to her again.
A month after no texts and no calls and no early morning coffee visits and nothing but the creaks of his floorboards from above. Itâs torture. It scratches at her throat and it puts nails in her bloodstream and she spends more than one evening laid out on her bathroom floor, sobs wrecking through her frame, clawing at nothing, trying to grab onto something.
The feeling of abandonment is not entirely unfamiliar. It tastes the same as anger, and it never comes without it. And the combination can make her irrational.
â-and my friend Tanaka has a truck,â Kiyoko says into her, her voice fuzzy from the poor connection. She has her phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder, haphazardly throwing whatever belongings she can find into the cardboard box she stole from work. âHe offered to help move your stuff out if you want.â
âYeah,â she mumbles, drifting through her apartment, stopping as she settles in front of her CD player, sitting in the middle of her kitchen table. The one Iwaizumi gifted her. She makes no move to grab it. Sheâs sure that Kiyoko has one already. âMaybe he could come by tomorrow. I could be done packing by then. That cool?â
âYeah, that should work. Iâll ask when heâs free.â
She hums in response, and kicks at one of the legs of her coffee table. A lot of her sidewalk trash furniture is going to right back to where it came from. âAre you sure this is okay with you?â
âOf course!â is Kiyokoâs enthusiastic confirmation. âItâs been a little lonely since my last roommate moved out. And to be honest itâll be nice to split the rent again.â
God, rent splitting. It sounds like a dream to her. Expenses divided in half-she almost drools at the thought of it. She chuckles. âAlright, fair enough. Iâll talk to you tomorrow, then. Should probably finish packing now.â
âAlright. See you then.â
She snaps her phone shuts and pockets it.
Even as she empties it of her belongings, the apartment is a mess. Littered with forgotten belongings and things she never had the motivation to get rid of. Things she doesnât know what to do with. Things that she doesnât need and canât justify keeping but she canât bring herself to trash. The Ponkadu mug. Her pink, fuzzy journals filled with love struck passages. A dried, dead dandelion Iwaizumi ripped from the ground and placed in her hand.
Her head throbs. She looks up at the ceiling above her, like sheâs waiting for something. A creak or a slam or something. A sign that heâs still there. That heâs not as far away from her as he feels. But itâs silent, and thereâs nothing. And itâs like he was never even there in the first place.
She swallows the lump in throat and returns her attention to the scattered objects in front of her. She forces herself to harden and drops the Ponkadu mug in the trash. Then the journal. Then the dandelion. And she thinks to herself, bitterly, like sheâs in an argument with herself, that itâs not like he was never even here in the first place. The evidence of his existence is all over her. It lingers in her lungs, in her chest, it spreads through her bloodstream. Iwaizumiâs there, causing every ache and every sting and every throb. Heâs there.
Something possesses her. Everything can go in the trash, suddenly, it doesnât matter what it is. Plates and freezer-burnt ice cream and a half-empty first aid kit. Anything with the lingering presence of Iwaizumi is getting dumped. Trashed. Left rot and fester in some landfill. And after an hour passes, her apartment is covered with bursting, heavy black trash bags of her wasted belongings.
She sits on the floor, shoulders slumped, legs crossed. She already threw out her couch. Her mattress is sitting on the floor of Kiyokoâs apartment, in the bedroom that will be hers by tomorrow. So for now, all she has is the rotted hardwood floor, where Iwaizumi told her heâd marry her.
Her throat tightens. She cannot get out of here fast enough.
Sweat droplets form on the back of her neck as she stands, ready to start hauling bag after bag out to the presumably already overflowing dumpster behind her apartment building. Her knees knock together as she stands, and she moves towards her door, ready to prop it open with one of the trash bags.
She undoes her deadbolt. Then her chain lock. Then she opens the door, and Iwaizumi is there, hand raised to knock.
At the sight of him, her throat tightens up, and she is immediately, torn split between her rage and her desperation. As much as she wants him to hold her, to make her promises and give her the comfort sheâs been craving so desperately for the past month, she wants to bite his head off just as much. To make him hurt the way he hurt her. To tear him up from the inside.
Instead, she stares, blankly, somewhat horrified. Her heart beats heavy in her throat and her ears get fuzzy. He looks the same. That makes her angry. She wishes there was some change, some difference. But the Iwaizumi that said that he loved her in her kitchen and that heâd marry her on her floor is the same one that left her to rot on her own.
He steps into her apartment, right past her, like he still has the right to, and looks at the state of it. Everything packed up. Everything scattered. He looks at her like he still has the right to. âWhatâs going on?â
She flinches, and her anger is starting to win. âIâm moving.â
Iwaizumi pulls that face. That same one. Always looking like heâs slightly dissatisfied with something. âWhy?â
Why. Itâs such a stupid question. She tries to take a breath to calm herself but it makes her shudder and lock up. âIâm sure if you think about it, you can figure it out.â
She watches the air enter and exit his lungs through the rising and falling of his shoulders. He looks at her, right through her. âDonât leave.â
In an odd way, she likes the control. She likes the feeling that, for once in her life, sheâs not the one begging. âDonât tell me what to do. Not after you left me.â
He exhales sharply. Iwaizumi takes a step towards her, and she takes a step back. âCâmon, thatâs not fair. I didnât leave you. I just needed to put some distance between us for the time being. Your dad, heâs fucked, alright? It was a liability to-â
âA liability?â she cuts him off, hands clenched into fists by her side. The heat in her blood rises. âIâm a liability?â
Iwaizumi shakes his head and reaches towards her. She jerks away from him. âNo, not that youâre a liability, it was just a risk to be around you while-â
âSo, what, you couldnât get one of your little errand boys to tell me about it?â she says, and it comes out like a bark. âYou had to leave me in the dark for a month while you dicked off doing god knows what? Too risky to send a text? After I lied to the cops for you and risked getting arrested for you and became a fucking on-call nurse for you, you couldnât send me a fucking text?â
Her breath is ragged. Iwaizumi stares down at her like heâs seeing for the first time. âI thought you wouldnât care. I thought you donât care about anything.â
And itâs too much for her. Itâs too big for her body. Itâs too much for her to carry and she canât hold onto it anymore. âI care about everything! I care about everything so fucking much it makes me sick!â she erupts, tears in her voice and rolling down her face. Her skin feels hot. The air feels hot. âIs that what you liked about me so much? You thought I was some kind of apathetic ragdoll you could toss around and do whatever you want with?â
âI thought you would understand!â he eventually bites back at her, his own voice rising. âI thought you knew what kind of life I live and what that meant! God, you fucking act like nothing bothers you and you pretend to not see the world around you and you just expect me to read your mind?â
âWhat fucking person would be okay with being abandoned for a month?â she screams. âYou knocked on my door and asked me for a favor and you hovered around me and you said you loved me and said youâd marry me and then you just fucking disappeared! Thatâs so fucked, Iwa. Thatâs so fucking cruel.â
He steps towards her, and before she can say anything his arms are around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. Like one simple embrace will end it all. Like he can just take her in his arms and suddenly sheâll stay, suddenly itâll fix everything. She wants it to. She wants it to so badly. But she places her palms on her chest and pushes him away. She stumbles back and looks at him with wet eyes. âDonât fucking touch me.â
âI do love you,â he tells her, voice lower now. âI meant what I said and I still do. Youâre my girl. Youâre everything to me.â
She shakes her head, trembling. She canât let it be true. âNo, Iâm not,â she asserts, backing up into her kitchen table. Her hands go around the edge of it. âI donât mean anything to you. You wouldnât have left me if I did.â
âI had a reason-â
âI donât fucking care what your reason was! I donât fucking care, Iwa! I donât care about your stupid job or your stupid fucking guns or whatever! I care that you were here, and then you werenât! You left me like my mom did and you left me like my brother did and then you come back here and you have the fucking audacity to not even be sorry about it. I fucking hate you!â
She knows that she doesnât mean it, when she says it. Iwaizumi probably knows too. He probably knows she doesnât mean it when she swipes the CD player he got her off the kitchen table and it goes flying. Soaring across the room until it slams into the opposite wall, breaking and crumpling against the pressure. Bits of it snap off.
Iwaizumi looks at it, and then he looks at her. Sheâs shaking. She wants to get on her knees and do everything she can to fix it the second it breaks. But itâs on the floor, broken and shattered. Iwaizumi nods, and then he leaves. He turns around and walks out the door and slams it shut behind him.
an: huge huge huge huge thank u to wyr and ness and honee and molly and dodger who all had to suffer thru me trying to get this chapter out u guys are the best
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#kill me nowxxxx#happy ending PLEASE SAVE ME#AND PLEASE COME SOON#I CAN'T DO THIS đđ#reading for the second time with more added to it HURT /pos#âiwa wouldn't hit his girl. he's way past thatâ#BUT HE'S NOT PAST IGNORING HER FOR A MONTHâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž#when i tell u i read that âthe next time he talks to her is a month laterâ i was like âoh hold on. when i read this last time--#--they didn't talkâ#what a wild ride i was in for#HE LEFT AGAIN#BROOOOOOO#and i absolutely love how you describe the rot and her setting </33#like the way things were alive when she was with iwa and she thought maybe rot wouldn't follow her this time </3#but now she's holding a dead dandelion <3 and the floors are rotten and AAAAA#it was too good BUT TOO GOOD I'M SO BROKEN HEARTED#happy ending i am doing rituals for u please come soon#yn was right in every single thing she did and i will die on this hill#beating up her father? valid#breaking the cd player? so valid#man fr could not send a text đ#UGHATKEK THE REMINDER THAT HE SAID HE'D MARRY HER#AND IT'S THE SAME FLOOR SHE'S LEFT ALONE ON#THAT HURT#and the description of like him being all over her? in her lungs and everything? yeah i felt that#this was SO GOOD#ROT I LOVE YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU HURT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU#YOU'RE SO AMAZING AND TALENTED AS ALWAYS EGGY <33#IK I SAY IT LIKE EVERYTIME I'M SORRY BUT I JUST HAVE TO KEEP REMINDING YOU AND I JUST CAN'T SAY IT ENOUGH THIS WAS SO GOOD#ness' favorites but it's eggy's special divison <3
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pairings : boyfriend!seventeen x fem!reader
genre : angst
warnings : toxicity , cursing words , mention of death , being manipulate , love bombing , dependence , mention of eating disorder (hoshi) , mention of a break up
synosis : what red flag seventeen could be imo
an : I'm not romanticizing wrongdoing or saying they are okay !!!! Jeonghan again the shortest omg, ily my man đ
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SCOUPS ă
I think we can all agree that Scoups is deffo possessiveness
"what the fuck do you mean I can't go because you're jeolous of other guys. It's not my problem it's yours" you scream your lungs out. You can't belive what you are hearing right now, you tought your boyfriend was more mature than that.
"you're not going anywhere because I said so. You're mine, you're in my possession, you're locked with me until the day you die" he would just add fuel by holding firm your waist, or maybe your wrist, making you just fall for him again
he would go crazy even if a boy looks at your direction, you're for only his eyes, you can't be too pretty for the others. You can't have friends, you need to spend all the single time with you and you can't run out of energy on others. Always have to be 100% for him.
JEONGHAN ă
he would be a manipulator fr
"do whatever you want, you'll comeback to me in two weeks" and throught this two weeks, he would say the most manipulating things
"you was overreacting over an innocent thing" "it's everything in your mind" after you broke up for the frist time because he cheated: no, nothing is in your mind. But he would sound so convicing that you'd fall for him over and over. His angel face is too beautiful to be just yours, right?
JOSHUA ă
so green flag that it was hard to think that he may be love bombing
"I love everything about you" didn't sounded weird at the start of your relationship with Joshua. His gift along with flowers almost every week didn't looked that strange in your eyes. Him showering you with love was everythings that you needed: the 1, 2 and 3 month went so smooth that you started thinking that everything was a dream. It can't be real.
"let's brake up" text on a friday afternoon really wasn't what you expected. It must be a joke, right? it can't be all of the sudden. You trying to contact him everywhere, even his stupid friends. All blocked. He broke up with you, after making fun of you for months like you didn't meant nothing to him. And probably it was like that, he must be having fun while your world breaks. After all, he is cronically offline.
JUN ă
I see him so much like emotional dependence
"why you can't be free today?" "are you really sure you can't?" "you can do this tomorrow" notification one after the other showed up on the phone screen, interrupting your work one again. Working on an life-depending project with a clingy boyfriend wasn't pleasant, and many people tend to say you was just overreacting.
"he cares about you" no, this isn't caring about your partner anymore. This is being completely obsessed at the point where you can live anymore. You chest was heavy, he sended at least thirty message about the already cleared thing, why he can't just accept it.
Imagine not being able to hang out with your friends, not able to have a girls night anymore. Watching them having fun, and then there is you being blocked by doing everything because of a boy. This isn't love anymore
HOSHI ă
him as excessive sarcasm fit so perfect
"you looked really fat in here" he was joking, but it didn't sounded funny to a girl suffering from eating disorder.
"soonyoung, don't you think you go too far with your mouth?" it should be you boyfriend defending you from dumbass, not his friends. He finds you crying yourself to sleep, on the floor, sitted on the couch and even in front of a meal. He was the one that everytime he saw you crying, he would hold you tightly and reassure you.
Everythink was vain when he jumped in with his unfunny jokes about you body. Who was laughing? none, even you as the most ironic person. It was just him on the floor, almost crying for his jokes. And you looked at him, wishing to desappear as fast as possible, and it was happening
WONWOO ă
a gamer is cronically online
"wonwoo, can I know the last time we spent time togheter?" who you even talked to? The one that was supposted to be your boyfriend was acting more like an hikikomori. His headphones were on, so there was no way he heard you. His eyes focused on the screen while his fingers were moving fastly. He was in the dark of his room, in this position, for at least 3 hours, and it was only 2pm.
You walk trowards him, moving aside the headphones. His head snapping trowards you so quickly that it almost scared you. "what are you doing? wha- omg. You made me lose, fuck" his acting was so redicolous, can you belive he is in his late 20'? "at least I have my boyfriend eyes on me" you almost sounded so pity, and it was so ashaming that you was even in this position.
"you're happy? I need to resume now" yeah, it lasted less than a minute. He putted on his headphone while his eyes must be hurting for that screen time.
WOOZI ă
what if not lack of communication
"why you're angry at me? If you not talk it out, I'll never know what's wrong with you" you was chasing him desperatly while he was wandering around your shared house. It was the frist time in an almost a week that he was staying at home for a little bit longer and not just sleep on the couch. The week was going on by him being the most of the time at the studio recording, writing, producing or maybe just ignoring you. You never been a lover of communication too, so you ignored him back, but it was driving you crazy at this point. You thought you was going insane.
"if I knew you would've been a pain in the ass, I would have stayed in my fucking studio" he now was cursing at you for... what? You was so sick of this, and you was feeling like you didn't counted nothing to him. "if you are not sharing your feelings, then let's break up", all you wanted was a reaction from him, this might lead him to say something but you was just facing a cold wall.
"kay" was everything he had to say, while you watched him cross the front door without even looking back at you for once.
DOKYEOM ă
man is know for pouting and be sensitive
"dokyeom, why are you behaving like this... again" you roll your eyes back by the sensitiveness of your boyfriend. Early in your relationship, you thought it was kinda cute of him, you loved reassuring him and slightly kiss his pout. But, things changes, and actually you was going insane by his behavior. Everytime you let him notice a bad thing he has done to you, he would just sit there, cross his arms and pout. Not talking to you even if you was speaking to him. You was the one hurted by his behaviors, and he was the one pouting?
"fuck, can you drop your childish stupid behavior" your patience today was thin. You wasn't going to apologize one again and put aside your feelings, they were valid maybe more than his unreasonable ones. You didn't even got a single stare from him, he was just scrolling throught his phone mindless. For a little, you was even being pity, maybe you was the wrong here. Maybe the sensitive one was you?
MINGYU ă
have a feeling that he is forgetful
"this son of a bitch" you humble under your breath hanging up the phone once again. It's been two hours and your boyfriend was fucking ghosting you, on your birthday after you cancelled all the plans with family and friends just to have a night out with him. He promised you that this time he wasn't going to forget your date, but he is just a liar.
You should've listen to your friends when they said to not trust him, not once again. You complained a lot of how forgetful your boyfriend was, how he was making you get ready just for him to forgot and cancel everything. But you fell for that man everytime you put your eyes on him, like you was forgetting all the pain he caused you, all the beakdown he caused to you.
And now, you was speding your birthday night crying your eyes out, dressed up for him just to be seen by none.
MINGHAO ă
so lack of listening coded for me
"hao, you're even listening to me?" you look at him, while he drink his tea. His gaze lost in nothing, and maybe his mind was everywhere but on you. You can't put blame on him, he has bad day or he is just tired right? but he has bad days every single day? Maybe it was okay, you are so talkative that time by time you get tired of yourself.
You can't say it doesn't hurt tho, whole life being shutted down and the lack of listening from you boyfriend just reopens a wound, or it was never closed. You wish he could at least listen when you're crying your eyes out, when you're opening with him, at least when you act in love with him.
VERNON ă
boy is mad cold
"have you ever said that you love me?" you was in a long-term relationship, you just thought it was weird of him never expressing love. You was feeling like you didn't counted a single thing to him, while you could just gave him the whole world. He just shurrg his shoulder while his mouth was filled with food, so you excuse him for the lack of words knowing deep down yourself that he wouldn't dare a words even otherwise.
"for you it's completely right then?" you weren't even curious, you already know the answer so you're just hurting yourself more. You don't know if having answer directly from him would make things clearer or not, you just know how much this is hurts: it almost feel like a one-sided love, not a good experience. You hate the way you chest hurts everytime for a man that doesn't care about you.
SEUNGKWAN ă
over friendly boyfriend one hundred percent
"you are blind or don't you see how that whore clinges at you?!" you were MAD, it wasn't possible that your boyfriend gives zero respect for you or he can't see how his girl friends were wandering way too much around you. That night it didn't even seemed that you was his girlfriend, he just seemed a single boy loving all the attention.
"just friends! I can't even have female friend now?" you look at him stunned, he was being for real? He just looked so dumbfounded, like he really doesn't get the point. He doesn't see what he is doing wrong, he just don't get the way he is disrespecting you and this made you thing he will never change
DINO ă
he would compare you to others
"aw~ see that couple, why you don't do the same~" he points out a couple that was being clingy... maybe too much. He really wanted to look like this, in public?
"you know my friend passed at the frist try? you should do the same" while you're talking about how you can't pass that fucking exam at the university that it's been bothering you for months now. But he does that for everything, how you should look shorter than him like that one friend of his does, how you should cook like Mingyu does, how you should more extrovert, more cheerful, more more and more. It's like you aren't worth, you aren't okay in anything, how someone it's always better than you.
It's been bothering you for months, he made you felt insicure about every single thing of you. Look, personality, worth, skills and everything you could even think. But you are perfect Lee Chan, aren't you?
#kpop#kpop scenarios#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen angst#seventeen series#kpop angst#kpop fanfic#svt x you#svt angst#svt reactions#svt x reader#svt#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x you#seventeen x reader#svt x y/n
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I feel thereâs a total lack of long distance relationship content for schlatt, so I was wondering if I could get a long distance relationship between schlatt and reader where Schlatt lives in Austin Texas while reader still lives near or in New York and canât move because theyâre going to college in the city.
he is so upset by this but understands that school is your priority
he hates the feeling of loneliness and being without you
it hurts him so bad but he can get by on video calls, texts, etc.
loves the holiday season bc it gives him an excuse to go visit
loves when you get breaks bc that means you can visit him
he also plays for your flights
picks you up from the airport with a sign like âback from rehab! 30 days clean from meth!!â and the worst photo of you he can find
tends to send you/door dash you things
like if you tell him youâve been craving a certain snack or food, he has it sent to you
he sends you flowers, snacks, etc. through doordash from time to time if you ever seem like you need it
even if you donât ask for it
âdate nightsâ consist of you two finding shitty movies and watching it on discord together
he actively tells you to go ahead and go out but youâd much rather stay in your dorm on call with him
discord e sex đ/j
no but fr, facetime sex for him only, he hates that he has to get by on it but is willing to take it
(this was sent in before schlatt announced he was moving back btw) once his lease is up, he finds nice apartments near your college and doesnât tell you heâs going back until heâs moved in
he just comes to your dorm one day with flowers and tells you heâs back and has you move in with him once the school year is over
celebratory sex when heâs back!
first dinner together moved in sex, first time back in the same bed in forever sex, first time sleeping together in the same bed again sex, any sort of sex he can think of
canât blame him, mans was getting lonely
â
he slowly kissed you, gently groping at your ass as you straddled him, occasionally pulling you tighter against him.
âgod i missed ya so fuckinâ muchâ he softly murmurs
âmissed you tooâ you say softly, arms wrapped around his neck
âfuckâ he says kissing you again, this time deeper and more intimate, âim gonna fuck ya on every fuckin surface of this damn apartmentâ
#schlatt x reader#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt x you#jschlatt x y/n#schlatt x y/n#schlatt x you#jschlatt hcs#jschlatt headcanons#jschlatt x reader smut#schlatt x reader smut#schlatt smut#jschlatt smut
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âąââââ~âáŻœâ~ââââââââââââââââą
Medkit x Reader
âąâââââââââââââââ~âáŻœâ~âââââą
"Charged kisses."
PHIGHTING! | One-shot | Fluff | Romantic.
Warning/s: [fluff. :( ]
Extra: [Hi, I'm still alive + not fully proofread]
You and Medkit have been dating for almost a year now, it was quite the shock when some of the other phighters found out about it.. Other than Subspace and their Biografts, of course. The same also goes for the warden and his "family" as he didn't trust them with the information of him dating you, yet. Sword mostly did the cheering for the both of you. (He also teased Medkit about it and he didn't get any healing from him during the phights after that.) The day the Broker found out about it gave Medkit a slight panic attack, he does not want the Broker to turn you into a blackmail for him to do more stuffs than he already has, he was considering having a break-up with you due to not want to endanger you, but also doesn't want to tell you about the stuffs he went through with the said "family". That was until Scythe had accidentally met you and found you quite entertaining, she even treated you as a part of the "family" even if you weren't in the cult. Even saying how she sees you as a "sibling" as you both hangout, that didn't calm Medkit's nerves though. Medkit couldn't help but tell you the half of the truth about what he has been doing for work and what he truly was.
A criminal.
Medkit was sure you were going to leave him as you finally knew about what he does and what he truly is, his heart slowly breaking and sinking as you only stayed silent for a while. He was about to apologize and leave until you took his hands in yours, smiling at him softly and told him that you still love him as him and not even his work would ruin his and yours relationship, you were gonna make the man cry and emotional as you shower him with love and care.
Medkit really does hold you dear.
After a few more months he then finally found the courage and trust for you to learn more about his background, what he does in his work and his very.. very interesting co-workers. Sure it did still give you a slight fright due to them being criminals; how much they've done to innocent people and all that jazz, but that didn't deter your love for him, nuh uh, he's stuck to you till the very end until you die. How did you even get this fine man?
Though, since he has work 24/7 as it can sometimes go for even a week straight; that never deter both of your love and admiration for each other. Now you're here, stuck in your own shared apartment.. All alone with nothing to do than try to entertain yourself as you wait for your lover's arrival as he last texted.
You stared at the ceiling; feeling bored as hell as you can't seem to think of anything to do this time as you usually do. Plus, your lover is almost coming back home from work. You sighed as you sat up from the couch and took your phone; scrolling through stuffs to see if you could do something to entertain yourself for a while as you wait. You scrolled a few more times before stopping, scrolling back up to see what you found interesting. "Oh, it's a new plushie." The design was really quite alright, a humanoid person with a black hat and an eye for a head was the new plushie on the plush shop that you liked and bought at least twice on.
You were about to click it to see more until a notification popped up on your phone, distracting you. Seeing a very familiar name on the notification, you clicked on it which took you to the messaging app as a familiar demon messages you.
ââââââââââââŁââŁâââââââââââ
â [ The Best Dealerđ€«đ§ ]
[ The Best Dealerđ€«đ§ ]
: {Attachment_stling_mney.lnk}
: you should def buy sum of this stufs fr Ă:3
[ Remaining Eyes < You ]
: Broker.. I'm not falling for that.
[ The Best Dealerđ€«đ§ ]
: dam worth a shot đ
: ok thus is what i actually wanna send ya!
: [Attachment_rppring_lpstck.lnk]
[ Remaining Eyes < You ]
: I don't do makeups as well Broker àČ€â _â àČ€
[ The Best Dealerđ€«đ§ ]
: nah dis thing is like invis then appers later on
: yo culd prank mskit wit dis too!
: i kno ya bord so think bout da offer Ă:3
[ Remaining Eyes < You ]
: Alrighty then I will
: But first off, why do you now type like thatâ
[ The Best Dealerđ€«đ§ ]
: Ops aft me LOL
: OH SJIT THR WATDEN IS HERE TOO
[ Remaining Eyes < You ]
: O h
: Goodluck escapingâ
ââââââââââââŁââŁâââââââââââ
"Rip Broker.." You let out an airy chuckle not even wondering what that demon did. You looked back at the link that Broker sent you thinking about the said offer. Finding that it's actually a good little harmless prank on your lover when he comes home from a long day of work, You then nodded to yourself and quickly read through the reviews seeing if it's legit or not. After finding the reviews all positive with a couple of showcasing, you then ordered the lipstick. "This will be interesting.."
Now you just need to wait for a few days to get it. You sent a quick peace sign to Broker, telling him you got it as he replied with the thumbs up emoji.
Now you just have to wait for your package.
A few days had past and your package finally arrived!
as well as your lover.. :0
"Buying some stuffs online again, I see." Medkit hummed as he carries a small boxed package, handing it to you. "So, what did you order online this time?" Medkit gave you a small peck on your forehead as he went inside your shared apartments, sitting down on the couch to rest and placed his little kit on the couch as well. "Well, y'know.. some typical me stuffs." You told him as you close the door, walking to the table to place the box on it. "How's work this time? A certain dealer still bothering you?" You changed the subject not wanting him to get curious about your little package. Medkit groaned at the mention of a certain dealer. "He kept asking me about.. something. And later on 'telling' me how I shouldn't mess up on some things." Medkit vents about his frustrations about the dealer and how stressful work is. You hummed as you went to where he was and sat down beside him, slowly and gently taking his hands in yours; pulling him gently towards you as you made him lean into your arms. His hands lightly flinched at the small gesture as he stopped talking for a few minutes, not expecting the sudden physical contact. After some time he relaxed; adjusting his postion and slowly hugs your waist as you fully lay him onto you, nuzzling his head a bit onto your shoulder while being mindful of his horns. You both knew that he still wasn't fully the one for physical touches as he's had a fair share of trauma, but he quickly relaxes, you were different, you feel so warm and comforting.. he loves and cherishes the feelings he always has with you whenever he's free from the hell he calls work.
"But, other than those it was alright.. Scythe has protected me during the phights whenever I get targeted by a certain scientist and.. it's creation." You began to massage Medkit's temple feeling that he's getting even more stressed by thinking about it, you could slightly hear a small bit of rumbling from Medkit.. it almost sounds like a soft purr. "Both the boss and the dealer said hi to you as well." He murmured as he got comfortable at his laying position. "You should definitely get some rest now. You got some work tomorrow too, don't you?" You asked him as you tried to get him to sit up so he could sleep and rest in your shared bedroom. He let out a slight groan as he wants to stay in that position and spend time with you as it's been so long since you both could spend a whole day together. Though he knew you were also right, he reluctantly sat up from his position and let you drag him towards the bedroom.
You let him change his clothings privately first.
You then led him into the bedroom, laying him down and tucking him in the bed. "I'll do something real quick alright? I'll be back later." You told him as you were about to leave the room. He wanted to ask what you were going to do, but quite hesitant to do so. So he laid back down in bed waiting for you to return. You'll come back either way.. he hopes so, as you close the bedroom's door.
You would be back later though, you just need to put your little package somewhere so he doesn't see the product.
You then open your little package to reveal a packed up lipstick with a light slightly transparent teal case and a silver lid. Opening the lid revealed a clear clear wax, inside of it having cute little designs containing stars and flowers. "Huh, pretty.." You admired the lipstick before closing it up and standing up from the couch, heading straight to the drawer that's near the couch placing it inside; making sure it's hidden.
You then went straight back into the bedroom; sitting down onto the bed beside Medkit as you tuck in yourself into the blanket you both are sharing; making yourself comfortable. "Goodnight, Medkit.." You whispered thinking that he's already asleep as you nuzzle onto his side slightly but still keeping a some distance incase he wants his space in his sleep. "Goodnight.." You lightly flinched not expecting any reply back, you were about to ask why he's still awake until he moved to face you, hugging your figure close to him. You were about to lightly tease him until he spoke again. "Say something about this and I'm sleeping on the couch."
You then stayed silent during the night.
â»âââââââââ âTimeSkipâ ââââââââââș
Morning finally came.
You did some light stretching as you finally wake up, your arms still wrapped around your lover's sleeping form, you tried to open your eyes to look at the clock.. yeaaah, bad idea. You then let out a light hiss as the sun greeted you head on from your window, you quickly flipped it off as you tried to adjust your vision at the sudden brightness. "Stupid sun's brightness so early in the morning.." You grumbled out as your vision finally adjusted, you moved away from Medkit to check the time. Medkit let out a groan at the lost of warmth as he tried to get you back for more sleep, you just held his hand as he lightly drifted off to another sleep.
"5am.. Medkit, my beloved, it's time to wake up my dear." You said hushly, yawning at the same time as you let go of his hand. You heard another groan from your lover as he begrudgingly sat up; still tired as he rub his working eye lightly. You then stood up from your bed to do your usual morning routine, Medkit did his after you finished.
You were now in the kitchen making Medkit some quick breakfast and his dark coffee, your mind quickly drifted off to the lipstick. "Oh, the lipstick!" You finally remembered what you and Broker talked about, you then thought of scenario for it as you let out a few silent chuckle at the idea. You then placed his breakfast and coffee on the table while waiting for him innocently.
Medkit then came out of your shared bedroom, ready for work, going to the table to where the food is not before giving you a small forehead kiss before going to sit and eat. "Aren't you gonna eat as well?" Medkit asked you as you chilled on the couch. "Hmm, not hungry yet.. I'll eat later so don't worry!" Medkit nodded at you while saying something along the lines that you should. While Medkit is busy eating and his attention is on the food, you quietly reach for the drawer taking out the familiar lipstick, as you hid it behind you, you'll put it on after he's done eating to make sure the lipstick won't show early and ruin the little prank.
It wasn't that long till Medkit finished his breakfast as he made his way into the kitchen to wash his plate. You then took out the lipstick that you're hiding observig it before putting some on you, as you're done you took out your phone to see if it's visible and man was it not. Now the question, does it appear later on? As you were pondering about if it's going to appear or not, Medkit came out of the kitchen and grab his case. "I'll be going now, I shall see you when I get home soon." He said as put on his shoes and was going to open the door.
"Wait!"
Medkit stopped on his tracks as he looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "A kiss before you go?" Damm, you getting real bold right now, you still couldn't help the slight blush of embarrassment creeping in. "Oh? Care to explain why?" You pouted at his question. "Because it might take you another whole week off.. and I'll miss you.." You guys are dating for almost a year, ALMOST and yet you're still shy about asking for some type of affection due to you being the one who always show him some affection. You could feel Medkit's little sly smile as he knew what he was doing, he letting out a pleased chuckle he then went to where you were and placed a kiss on your forehead. "There, now I'll be goiâ mphh?!" Medkit let out a small yelped as you pull him back in for an actual kiss, you could feel his face heating up as you didn't let go and kept kissing him a bit more longer. Medkit could feel his face heating up more and his heart beating fast as you don't pull away.
Someone save him. :(
You finally pulled back after leaving a few more kisses on his face. Now, finally getting a good look at Medkit, he looks like he's still processing what even happened as his face look like a giant lightbulb as he pull back and let out a light cough on his hand, still not facing you. "I.. think it's time for workâ uhm.. see you later." He then gave you a nod as he went to go out the door to leave. Oh how you love to see that old man flustered at times.
"Hehe, I wonder what his reaction would look like when he gets home.."
â»ââââââââ âAt Medkitâ âââââââââș
Scythe and Broker was casually chatting the other polishing their weapon as the other laid on the couch. "OH!! And get this: a certain warden was stupid enough toâ"
The door opened.
Scythe perked up at the sound of the door opening. "Howdy, 'kit! Ya should hear what happened with the wardeâ" Scythe then stopped in her tracks as she observes Medkit face. Medkit senses her stare as he look at her. "Whaâ" Before he could ask what is going on, Broker let out some loud giggles and cooing noises. Medkit just gave him a narrowed glance until a weight was added onto his shoulder. "Damn 'kit~ didn't know ya and the jewel were getting freaky at it!"
Medkit choked on his saliva as he pull away, face heating up at the slight thought. "Whatâ No! We never did, what are you talking about.?" He asked, quite shock as he never expected that I mean.. you both just shared some kisses, but neither Scythe and the Broker needs to know that. What even got Scythe to say such thing? "Awh, no need to be so shy Meds! It's totally fine by us!" Now it was the Broker's turn to tease him. Scythe snickered as she patted Medkit on the back of his shoulder. Medkit moved away a bit and gave the two a narrowed look. "I don't have anymore patience to deal with the both of your shenanigans. What is it?" Oh how he wish he could just walk out of here and go home. "Hah! No need to be so snarky 'kit!" Scythe laughed as she took out her phone and places it in front of Medkit's face.
". . ."
â»ââââââââ âAt Readerâ âââââââââș
You were casually flipping through channels on your television until you hear a notification popping on from your phone, curious. You took your phone that's on your side of the couch and check out who caused the notification.
You then froze as you read the notification.
[ Handsome Old ManâĄ: I'll be charging you 5000 bux per kiss stains you've left on me today, now Scythe and the Broker won't stop bothering me about it. Oh and your punishment is that you'll be receiving no kisses nor cuddles from me for a whole month. ]
"Well, fuâ"
#ââĄnb writings#phighting x reader#phighting medkit#medkit x reader#medkit phighting#romantic#x reader#roblox x reader
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Response to you đ„ anon and Columbina anon! (5.1 NATLAN AQ SPOILERS UTC!! mostly me ranting about Capitano <3)
I WAS GIGGLING THE MOMENT I SAW THIS AND THEN CAME BACK TO U AFTER I FINISHED THE AQ!!!! đâ€ïžđ«đ«đ«đ« I HAVE *SO* MUCH TO SAY TOO- LIKE SIR?!!!! So glad they finally added the hide text button... i love Capitano so much. he's beautiful. AND HE'S SO TALL I CAN'T. reader is one sauce compared to him... HE REALLY DOES DESERVE A HUG.
oKAY SO FIRST CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT ONE SCENE WHERE HIS SOLDIER WASN'T FEELING GOOD AND HE IMMEDIATELY TURNED AROUND AND STARTED USING HIS POWERS??? And also, when he was about to fight Mavuika and the agents was like "you sure you wanna do this?" đđ I love his relationship with his comrades, and the way he was so impressed with humanity at the end was đđ„ș I'm really happy he got this much screen time early on. Okay onto my point - if this is the way he treats his soldiers, imagine how protective he is with reader. He would be so observant and watching them so carefully. And his soldiers too. đ« they would respect u sm...
And that's not even half of it. đ With his whole Khaenri'ah stuff, and how he lost everyone, AND he's rotting (how ur hair still so nice tho? đ€) (i'd still kiss him idc SBusgwqe2 THERES SM FIC POSSIBILITIES WITH THIS...) THERE'S SM GOING ON... (also, the fact he's lost most of his power, but he's still so strong đ§ââïž) He would so keep you at a distance at first because he doesn't want to get too attached (he fails obviously tho)
AHHH ALSO... the line when he spoke about the Tsaritsa!!! (beloved tbh đ„ș) ahhh i love her sm!! i can't wait to see what kind of Archon she is! i want her to order him to spend a day off with reader!! (also unrelated but hello the fake sky- Dottore WYA???)
Also, it makes me really happy to see him also bc i remember when we were talking about him like 2+ years ago, and now he is finally here and I'm very happy for u đ„șđ And yes i still remember your request â€ïž and i still love it!! that man really desperately needs some comfort and a break, and yet he also says Dain's hatred is more than him and im likeee đđ even though it was literally just one line about him watching his nation and family/friends all die, the implications is just very sad đđ„șđ„ș
AND YES HAI đ„ ANON!!!! đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ I MISSED YOU!! I hope you're okay and that you're recovering well mwah! â€ïž HELP AND PLS I SAID THE SAME THING đ I mean, ig we can ignore it because Dain has the same curse although his is slower but his hair is still very nice đ Reader helps take care of it for him okay? đ€ ALSO PLS SEND ANYTHING U WANT INTO MY INBOX!!! I'D LOVE TO LISTEN TO YOU TALK ABOUT CAPITANO!! <333
I appreciate your concern and i promise I'm taking care of myself, so please take care of yourself too đ„ anon!! đđ
YES!!! honestly i'm not good with theories and stuff but like just yes đ it was like,, late af at night when i was playing the AQ but as soon as i heard Angels my eyes were WIDENED FR. ahh that lore drop was so unexpected, but i really think it could be connected to Bina! I really hope she appears in the 5.X patches considering this!
i miss her... đ
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OKAY HERE WE GO:
âDepends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?â He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend.Â
yn getting some good dick,, we love to see it yes and omg jay as my bestie? love him so much. oh wait the guy ghosted? nah fuck him đđđŒ
You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you.Â
Jake: iâm not lying!!1
stop heâs so cute im crying
You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you.Â
NAH NOT DYNAMITE??? goodbye i laughed so hard please i imagined jake singing while fucking out,, like out of nowhere đ
Okay so, hereâs the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, heâs wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts heâs sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesnât have women waiting in line to have at him.Â
WORKOUT SELFIES HELLO yes oh god,, yep one selfie and im gonna be begging him to fuck me đ«Ą
Heâs doing his best to get the most attractive angle. Itâs not like heâs never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but likeâ this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic?Â
heâs such a loser i absolutely adore him istg đ putting so much thought into nudes aw jakey đ«¶đŒ
âHello?â He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. Itâs not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, itâs probably Heeseung or some shit.
again, i imagined this so vividly like his voice would be so desperate like,, out of tune and maybe squeaky but damn,, i love how youâve written jake
He panics. That means youâll be watching him too, right? Sure heâs sent nudes, heâs received nudes. Heâs sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch.Â
heâs so cute hes sooo cute istg, heâs definitely going through a switch in all emotions while jerking off đ
âYou look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,â You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. âWould you want to do that for me, Jake?â
heâs smiling and his cock is twitching?? fuck,, wow what a sight istg thatâs how i like my men fr
âCan you spread your pussy for me?â He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan.Â
dirty talk and his accent,, kill me
Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. Youâve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.
i always think of him as someone who cums a lot and that just makes this crazier wow i love how you describe stuff, top tier writing i swear đŁïž
âWhenever you are.â He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand.Â
HES SO CUTE i love losers
Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, heâd show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but heâs got a car.Â
i bet heâs kicking his feet rn ohmygod why am i smiling reading this heâs so cute
âOh, sheâs real.â
BYEE HES SO đ
Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?
im literally laughing so hard this is so fucking cute
You laugh again at Jakeâs string of defensive texts before responding with a short âitâs okay, i like losersâ, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that heâs gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night.Â
yn is me literally đ jake is a cutie i canât get enough of this
âHow big?â He laughs, not actually trying to see the dudeâs dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend.Â
dw jay iâll give love to your dick đ«Ą
âShe got all cleaned up for you.â Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
bye i absolutely love jay
âI donât think thatâs gonna be an issue,â He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. âI struggled not to get hard just driving over.â He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks.Â
OH HES ADORABLE,, the fact that heâs open about how he finds yn so attractive just makes it better
âWhy not?â He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. âI donât care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.â
desperate subby loser boys will always have my heart
Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go.Â
his lips are made for this istg i need him so bad
âFaster, with your fingersââ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say.Â
absolutely love it when you guide a puppy and he listens to you so well ohmygod đââïž
âDid youâŠ?â He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.
i would go crazy seeing him like that please,, the details,, i love love love đ
Heâs in love.
i chuckled fr, i know iâll be thinking about jake all day now
âI want to, umâŠâ He shifts his eyes away from you. âCan I eat you out again?â
oh heâs desperate desperate and so in love
âItâs really the prettiest.â He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. âAnd I've watched a lot of porn.â
shut up heâs such a loser,,, user simpjaes i love how you write đ«¶đŒ
You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until heâs leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard.Â
he literally knows what to do w his lips and everything,, he was made for me fr
âFuck, yes.â His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. âJust do it already.âÂ
annoyed and desperate subs i literally literally wanna see him whine and beg for more đŁïž
Heâs not going home tonight. Of course heâs not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.
so true, might as well marry him atp cause heâs literally so perfect oh wow
âIs it too forward if I say that Iâd rather just delete the app and keep calling you?â
SJANHS KILL ME I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if itâs with Jake.Â
i agree yes please be together please,, sex changed lives đ«Ą
Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseungâs reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line.Â
JENDWKJ heeseung đ i literally am laughing thinking about how cocky jake would be about this đ«Ą
oh wow okay i literally loved this so much, your writings are masterpieces i kid you not đ«¶đŒ itâs always so amazing to sit and read one of user simpjaes works aaa i love it đalso also happy birthday to youu <3 have a great day love :3
EROTIC EMPATHY (s.jy)
Have you ever taken anyoneâs virginity before? Nope. Are you about to? Yep. or the one where jake has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out.Â
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WORDCOUNTâ 12.7k
PAIRINGâ jake sim x afab readerÂ
CONTENTâ virgin guy who lives with his parents!jake, heâs not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that, facetime-sex, real life sex
SIDE CHARACTERSâ jay as readerâs best friend and roommate, heeseung briefly as jakeâs friend.
NOTEâ if you've read this before it's because im the person who wrote it [ncteez] and im revamping it for jake, pls don't send me messages on either account about stealing a work that's already mine!
smut tags under cut::Â
smut tagsâbig huge dick jake, phone sex (ish), face time sex, masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again, no condom aka cream pie, jake gets feelings like immediately when u touch him
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âCheck this shit out,â you laugh, presenting your phone to Jay with a chuckle. âyes or no?â
Jay snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man youâre showing to him.
âDepends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?â He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend.Â
You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, itâs not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything.Â
âI wouldnât mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.â You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. âHeâs cute too, so Iâm gonna say yes.â
Jay groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you.Â
âYouâd better warn me if you end up bringing him home, Iâm not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.â
You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you.Â
âYeah, yeah. Iâll make sure youâre out of the apartment if I invite him over,â You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating appâs messages. âMaybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.â
âYouâre so fucking weird.â Jay laughs but feels kind of shitty because itâs not like he hasnât been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesnât have the magic dick to make girls moan the same way you do.
Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesnât. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.
Fucking quiet.
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You: iâve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app beforeÂ
Jake: âŠ.iâm 21, it says that in my bio
You: I think youâre lying.Â
Jake: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol
You: why would i help you lie to other women
Jake: iâm not lying!!1
You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if heâs lying about his presumed virginity.Â
You: ok, twenty-one-year-old âjaeyunâ who is five miles away from me, youâre actually a virgin? Like for real?
Jake: yeaâŠ.are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after
Jake: maybe it's the playlists idk
You: send me the playlist
Jake: [spotify link to a playlist titled âNUTâ]Â
You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you.Â
You: surely itâs not your playlistâŠâŠ.
You: anyway
You: youâre really just looking to get laid for the first time, like, ever? and youâre offering to cook dinner too?
Jake: yea
You: youâve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you canât seriously think I can believe youâve never been laid, itâs not like youâre ugly or anything
Jake: u donât think im ugly? :)Â
Jake: and yea Iâve had a blowjob before
You: why didnât you sleep with her then?
Jake: can we stop talking about why im a virgin
You: sure but you know im gonna bring it up again, right?
Youâre smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, youâre curious as to why heâs a virgin, even more, curious as to why heâs on a dating app looking to lose said virginity.Â
You: do you want my number? itâs embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.
Jake, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didnât even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, itâs juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? Itâs just how he is, with or without having had sex. He canât imagine not feeling giddy inside when heâs talking to someone that he thinks is pretty.Â
Jake: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number]Â
You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile.Â
You: [screen shot// contact name: grandpa jake]Â
Grandpa Jake: :|Â
Grandpa Jake: im 21
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Okay so, hereâs the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, heâs wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts heâs sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesnât have women waiting in line to have at him.Â
You: itâs been like four days since we started talking
Grandpa Jake: yep, almost five
You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where youâre begging to have sex for the first time ever?
Grandpa Jake: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didnât wanna assume lol
You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, itâs totally ok that you are but like, youâre a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something
Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, youâd still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.
Grandpa Jake: i do NOT have a micropenis
You: prove it
Grandpa Jake: right now???
You laugh to yourself but also like, itâs the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly.Â
You: answer my question first
It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but youâre doing coursework anyway so itâs not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not.Â
Grandpa Jake: um⊠i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be hereÂ
Grandpa Jake: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!
Heâs getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least.Â
You: they wonât let you have anyone over?Â
Grandpa Jake: well, that too butÂ
Grandpa Jake: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did
You: damn, youâre unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?
Grandpa Jake: her boyfriend walked in
You: WHAT
Youâre trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind.Â
Grandpa Jake: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend
You: phewÂ
Grandpa Jake: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not?Â
The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know heâs not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes.Â
You: yeah, sure.Â
You: about the micropenis though,Â
Grandpa Jake: rightâŠum
A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first dick pic from Jake. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.
You: i mean if you canât prove it that's okÂ
Grandpa Jake:Â just give me a sec damn
Heâs doing his best to get the most attractive angle. Itâs not like heâs never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but likeâ this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic?Â
Of course, as heâs taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He canât imagine youâd want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that heâs working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos heâs taken and deleted. Itâs at the point that now itâs actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.
Heâs entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time heâs texting you. Someone who wants to see what heâs packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and heâs quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down.Â
Grandpa Jake: [image attachment]Â
In all fairness, youâve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Jake though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.
You: oh, you were jerking off, got it.Â
Grandpa Jake: sorry canât help itÂ
Then he doesnât text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe youâd be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because youâre about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books.Â
You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely donât have a micropenis
Youâre still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. Heâs probably desperate to feel good and watches porn like 24/7. You can imagine how heâd act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.
Shrugging, knowing full well what heâs doing right now thatâs causing him to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. Youâre a little bit nervous, mostly because youâve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when heâs getting off. Youâre shocked that he actually answers.Â
âHello?â He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. Itâs not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, itâs probably Heeseung or some shit.
âDonât hello me,â You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. âYouâre just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?âÂ
The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that itâs you on the other line sends his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as you do via text.Â
God, this alone is enough for him right now.Â
âWere you at least thinking of me?â
He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, thatâs exactly what heâs doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides.Â
âWere you looking at my pictures?â
He nods his head, forgetting that youâre not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. Itâs a bit difficult for him to talk right now, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos heâs been jerking off to. Itâs a bit overwhelming, actually.
âDo you want better ones?â You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more.Â
âOh god, really?â He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. âLike, nudes?â
âMhm, yeah. If you want.â You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. âOr, you know what would be better?â
âLetting me come over and actually do it?â Thatâs what he wants to say to you, but he doesnât, he simply raises a brow and bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement.
âWhat?â He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, heâs a bit shy about it.Â
âI can facetime you.âÂ
He panics. That means youâll be watching him too, right? Sure heâs sent nudes, heâs received nudes. Heâs sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch.Â
âIf you donât want to, thatâs okay.â You backtrack at his silence, but youâre cut off almost immediately.Â
âNo! no, we can facetimeââ
Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if itâll work this way or not. Itâs not like heâs expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks youâre gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. Youâre kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.
You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then youâre needing to catch your breath at the image of him.
Oh fuck.
There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you donât mind at first. Looking at him, the lighting clearly shows that heâs a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isnât holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. Itâs an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and itâs insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what heâs doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.
âLet me see,â you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. âProp your phone up somewhere like I did.â
He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.
âFeeling shy?â You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. âYou act like Iâm not going to be touching you at some point soon.â
You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at.Â
âYou look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,â You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. âWould you want to do that for me, Jake?â
âOh god,â He groans, hearing his name come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it. âThis is going to be so embarrassing.â He admits now, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly as he watches between your spread legs.Â
In a way, he wonders if you can see how desperate he is. Thereâs no way you canât, right? Like, you can see how badly he wants you, right?
âEmbarrassing, why?â You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. âCan you not see that Iâm just as turned on right now?â
He groans again with deep breaths, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it.Â
âWell,â He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit youâre about to say. âYou donât even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.â
You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like heâs doing for you.Â
âBetter?â
Jake watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day.Â
âCan youââ He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.
âCan I do what? Go on,â You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. âWhat do you want me to do for you, baby?â
Baby. You called him baby. Not that heâs into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe itâs because he wants you to take him for all heâs worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when youâre watching him get off.Â
âCan you spread your pussy for me?â He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan.Â
His eyes are boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy. Just like him.
His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him.Â
âIs this what you want?â You start, making damn sure he can see every part of your glistening cunt. âYou want to fuck this?â You chuckle now, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.
âOh,â he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves heâs most definitely never fucked a woman before. âFuck.â
You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. Youâre aware he doesnât see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself.Â
âYou gonna act like this when Iâm riding you?â You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard heâs fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isnât enough at this point.Â
âGod. Youâre gonna ride me?â He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it, mouth falling open at the mere thought of it.Â
âMhm,â you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. âWould you want that?â
Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. Youâve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.
Youâre not even upset that he didnât make it into the knitty gritty, considering heâs a virgin and all and youâre literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. Youâre actually flattered.Â
His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting heâs even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful.Â
âS-shit, sorry,â He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but heâs embarrassed now. âI uh, didnât mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.â
âItâs okay,â You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all youâre gonna get tonight. âIt was cute.â
After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.
âAre you, um, done?â Jake says, disappointed.
âMm, no.â You smile. âBut itâs okay, Iâd rather make you come first anyway.â
His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off.Â
âYou still wanna see me after this?â
You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.
âWhen are you free?â You ask, wondering if heâs ever going to clean himself up.Â
âWhenever you are.â He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand.Â
âIâll text you later then,â You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. âAfter I take care of my little problem though.â
You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.
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Grandpa Jake: what about 3pm on thurs?
You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pmâŠ.on a thursday???
Grandpa Jake: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours
You: or you could just come here?Â
Grandpa Jake: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol
You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if youâre weird
Jake contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and itâs not like heâs an actual creep or anything. Youâd be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway.Â
You: what about tomorrow, 8pm?Â
Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, heâd show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but heâs got a car.Â
Grandpa Jake: send ur address, ill be there :)Â
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âTomorrow, youâll be a man.â Heeseung croaks through the speaker at Jake, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke.Â
âWhy do you have to say it that way?â Jake groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. âI didnât think anyone was actually gonna come through, sheâs the first one.â
âWhat makes you think sheâs actually gonna send you her address?â Heeseung laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. âSheâs probably not even a real person, youâre gonna end up at some old guyâs house.â
Jake laughs, or snorts really.Â
âOh, sheâs real.â
Heeseung sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest.Â
âHm? Have you already met her?â
âKind of. We like, um,â Jake pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. âWe facetimed a few hours ago.â
Silence.
âShe got naked.â
âOh ho ho!â Heeseung encourages him. âSo you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?âÂ
âThatâs what I saidâwait,â Jake smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Heeseung just said. âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYouâre kind of a loser, weâve been over this.â Heeseung laughs yet again. âCall me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.â
Then he hangs up.Â
Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?
You: yeah kinda
Youâre laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Jay.
âThat him texting?â Jay quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him.Â
You laugh again at Jakeâs string of defensive texts before responding with a short âitâs okay, i like losersâ, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that heâs gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night.Â
âSo,â You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Jay. âYouâre gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.â
âJesus, Iâm scared for him.â
âYou should be scared for me. Because, wellâŠâ You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Jake sent before the facetime call. âHeâs huge andââ
âI did not need to know that.â Jay sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet.Â
âYou act like you donât ask every time I fuck someone.â You roll your eyes at him, smiling. âWeirdo.â
Jay stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone.Â
âHow big?â He laughs, not actually trying to see the dudeâs dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend.Â
âStop prying, youâll get jealous.â
He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms.Â
âIâll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.â
âIâm sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.âÂ
He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch.Â
âKeep it in your room, please. I donât want to sit on any cum when I get home.â
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Itâs Thursday. Itâs approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and youâre well aware that Jake is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by.Â
So many âare you sures,â so many âyou can tell me to leave if you decide you donât want tos,â and even more âi canât wait to see yous.â
âJay, arenât you supposed to be leaving?â You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.Â
Youâve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Jake is doing the same, and smile.
âHm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.â
You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.
âI swear to god if you scare him off, Iâm kicking you out.â
Jay laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that youâve really tried to look good today.Â
âI think you might kill him, if Iâm being honest.â Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you.Â
âThanks, thatâs the plan.â
And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around seven thirty.Â
Grandpa Jake: iâm a little early, is that ok?Â
âOh shit, heâs here.â You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so itâs easily overlooked by Jay.Â
He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet.Â
âLet him in then, Iâll leave when he gets here.â
You give him a knowing look before nodding.Â
You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.
Within minutes, thereâs a very gentle knock on the door and Jay is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately itâs a bit more awkward than he expected it to be.Â
Not only did Jake think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment.Â
âOh, I think I got the wrong place, sorryââÂ
âNope, youâre in the right place.â Jay smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. âYou can come in.â
Jake does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Jay and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside.Â
âShe got all cleaned up for you.â Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Jake still hasnât really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable.Â
âDonât mind him, thatâs my roommate.â You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. Heâs kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen.Â
âHave you and him ever likeâŠâ Jake immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird.Â
âJay?! Oh, god no.â You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. âYouâre allowed to look up by the way. Youâve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.â
Immediately Jake moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but youâre locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.
When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, heâs happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him.Â
Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like youâre his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, yes, but you can admit now that heâs in front of you that itâs a bit intimidating.Â
Heâs not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Jake is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex.Â
Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, itâs not. Because youâre seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say thereâs an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times heâs made you laugh in the short period of time youâve known him along with how many times heâs willingly embarrassed himself
And now for the first time, heâs right there and all you want to do isâŠgive him exactly what he wants.
âOkay, listen,â You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that youâre not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, heâd probably prefer it that way. âIf I move too fast, just tell me to stop.â
Jake tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that youâre absolutely everything he thought you would be and more.Â
âI donât think thatâs gonna be an issue,â He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. âI struggled not to get hard just driving over.â He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks.Â
You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Jake and in the short amount of time youâve known him, youâre kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.
âOh yeah?â You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. Youâre pretending that his apparent inexperience isnât getting to you, but youâre not really fooling anyone. âLetâs get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.â
Jake laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe heâs drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, itâs dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.
He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. Heâs seen whatâs between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you.Â
Now heâs here, and youâre right there.Â
Itâs hard not to crowd up, itâs hard not to cling to you, itâs hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing itâ of course heâs staring. Of course heâs crowding closer, almost to the point that heâs up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.
You turn after grabbing him the bottle and are shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows heâs not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what heâs doing too. Youâre glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until heâs against the counter and kissing you back.Â
He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. Heâs excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him.Â
For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that heâs probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly.Â
His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now.Â
If youâre going to sleep with him though, heâs gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Jayâs sake.Â
âHey,â you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isnât having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. âWe should go to my room, your first time isnât about to be in my kitchen.â
âWhy not?â He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. âI donât care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.â
Still, his lips donât leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, heâs immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.
You barely get the door closed before heâs pressing you against the wall, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone.Â
Youâre kind of in love with the fact that he doesnât seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else heâll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine heâd be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.
Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and youâre instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera.Â
âYouâre really going to let me?â He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him.Â
At this moment, youâre all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.
âTo think I wouldnât want to do this is insane,â You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. âLook how wet I am.â You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. âDo you wanna try eating me out?â
He doesnât even nod. Heâs immediately on his knees against your bed and gripping your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you.Â
It looks like heâs been wanting to do this to someone all his life, with his needy body proving it time and time again. Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before youâre able to process words again.Â
âCanât believe how good you look down there,â You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. âHave you ever done this before?â
He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. You can feel his nervous yet eager breath against you, making your eyelashes flutter at even that slight sensation.Â
âGo on then.â You sigh out, trying to prepare for what he can manage with that pretty mouth of his.
You watch him and the way he doesnât seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, heâs adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because heâs in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts.Â
He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy spread out like this on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal, to the point he genuinely doesnât know what heâs doing. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here.Â
Heâs quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place.Â
It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that itâs almost impossible for your legs not to shake in a reaction at what heâs doing to you.
Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go.Â
âFuck, knew youâd be good at this,â You compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. âKeep licking there, and use your fingers too.âÂ
He hums without stopping, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen.Â
You can feel his fingers make their way into you shortly after, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. Youâre tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own in response, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you.Â
âJust like that,â You encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you.Â
It almost seems like heâs asking if heâs doing well, and goddamn is he. Heâs doing amazing.
âSo good,â You say shortly, trying to give him the praise he needs while scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper.Â
He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenchesâ heâs swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesnât think he ever wants this to end.
All day. He could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldnât they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. Heâs in love, heâs in love.
He doesnât stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach orgasm so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, youâre not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clitâ his moan sending a vibration straight through you.
âFaster, with your fingersââ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say.Â
There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm youâre not even sure he knows youâre having right now.
Insane, really, that he needed to taste the messy relief before resuming.Â
Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone.Â
You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt.Â
He doesnât really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his cock in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.
âDid youâŠ?â He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.
You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs.Â
âI did,â You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. Youâre reeling from the recent orgasm and want nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. âAnd now, I'm gonna do the same for you.â
He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.
âUnless, you donât want that?â You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.
âN-No! Itâs not that!â He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. âItâs just thatâ like, what if I donât last very long? Iâm kind of sensitive.â
His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Jake.
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing?â You lean forward, kissing him again. âYou just gave me some of the best head in my life.â
The light in his eyes returns and instantly heâs flashing a nervous smile at you.Â
âJake, Iâve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.â You reassure him again, making a point to use his name loud and clear. âIf you donât get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.âÂ
Well, he canât have that now, can he?Â
He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing youâve seen him jerk off before. Itâs the fact that like, what if itâs suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you donât like?
Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. Youâre the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure.Â
You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth when you pull back slightly. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base.Â
He thinks heâs going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You donât even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until youâre taking him in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes.Â
Itâs not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, heâs fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, even through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.Â
How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? Youâll be damned not to choke on it. Youâd rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop.Â
Heâs actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of his cock and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didnât even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. Youâre down there, slipping your mouth up and down on him like that, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it.Â
Heâs in love.
He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears heâs ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and godâ your other hand, massaging his balls.Â
âWait, wait waitââ Jake groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look.Â
âWere my teeth hurting you?â You ask, gasping a bit for air.
âNo!â He heaves out with fluttering lashes, trying to regain sanity. âI was just getting really close.â
âHm?â You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until heâs releasing into your mouth.Â
You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again.Â
His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and heâs honestly in heaven once again.Â
âAhâwaitâfuck.â He tries to protest, not wanting to finish so quickly, but there it goes. There he goes.
Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His eyes roll back and his fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until heâs dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through itâ how?
âHowââ he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. âHow did you do that?â
You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face.Â
âI donât normally do that for guys.â You say with a rasp in your voice. âI certainly donât just swallow for anyone.â
He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if youâre done though, because by now youâve both gotten off and usually thatâs the end goal, right?
But he hasnât lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows youâre not done with him.Â
âWe need to let you rest until you can get hard again,â You say, kissing him more easily than before and letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. âWhatâs something you wanna do to get you back into the game?â
He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that youâre his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and thatâs a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view.Â
You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well.Â
âIâ I donât even know at this point.â He admits with a stammer, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.
âIâll just love on you while you think, then.â
He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against the muscles and soft skin there.
He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said youâd love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about whatâs going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.
He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.
âAlready?âÂ
He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs.Â
âI want to, umâŠâ He shifts his eyes away from you. âCan I eat you out again?â
Thatâs new. Twice in one session?
âOh yeah? Did that get you going?â
You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up.Â
You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up in front of him. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?
âWhenever youâre ready.â You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this.Â
You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing heâs going to do it again.Â
His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time.Â
âItâs really the prettiest.â He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. âAnd I've watched a lot of porn.â
Youâd tell him to shut up, but youâre not gonna because itâs cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, heâs treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now.Â
âYeah? You just gonna stare at it?â You try to urge him, and it works.
Because of course it works.Â
You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you donât want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, heâs just as eager now as he was the first timeâŠif not more.Â
He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him just to feel his tongue chase. He eventually holds you in place against him, big hands holding you firmly against his face with a bit of force. And now? Heâs licking you deeper than youâve ever been licked before. Itâs a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now.Â
You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that itâs becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that heâs doing this to get himself hard again is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense.Â
After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you cum this way and itâs dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle.Â
He hums out a rumbled moan at the sound of your cunt squelching around his fingers. So wet. More wet than any of the girls in the porn heâs watched for years. Youâre dripping around his fingers, and the smacking sound is so fucking arousing to him.
And yeah, he canât reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and youâre floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you.Â
The sound of your pussy amplifies when itâs against his tongue, and honestly, he could cum right now if he really wanted to. Already heâs hard again, but god feeling you, hearing you, seeing you like this for him? For some guy who has never once been able to give a girl his all like this?Â
Heâs so focused on you.
Which for you, is a bit of an issue because heâs really not going to let you hold it in, heâs going to have you fucking unravelling again and itâs too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself.Â
Heâs hard again, and god knows how long heâs been doing that.Â
You pull your body away from him quickly to let your rising orgasm subside, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him.Â
âYou were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?â
He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair.Â
âI like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make youââ
âYou absolutely could have but Iâm going to be honest,â You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. âIf youâre ready, Iâd like to live up to my promise.â
His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but youâre reallyâ
âReally?â He asks, knowing full well the answer..Â
âLay back, get comfortable,â You instruct with deep breaths, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. âYou still want me to ride you, yeah?â
He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready heâs managed to get himself for this.Â
Not that you want to rush, but youâre so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His is cock likely bigger than any youâve taken before, and to be fair, you donât even care if youâre the desperate one at this point. Youâve almost forgotten heâs a virgin.
âWait,â He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. âOh, fuck, wait- no,â He breathes in a sharp breath and grips your hips. âDo that again.âÂ
You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until heâs leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard.Â
You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that youâre not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he canât help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this.Â
You rub yourself against him until itâs even more unbearable than before. By now, youâve completely soaked his length and heâs completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, his little rumbled grow-like moans only made this all the more arousing.
âReady?â You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds.Â
He groans out a âpleaseâ before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quicklyâ he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now.Â
âHold on, thereâs a condom in the pocket of my jeansââ
âOkay, and?â You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. âIâm on birth control, and Iâm clean.âÂ
He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit is fucking raw for the first time?Â
âUnless youâre lying, and youâre not really a virgin?â
Heâs quick to silence your doubt. Heâs 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm andâ malfunction. Heâs blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him.Â
âPlease?â He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that heâs sure itâs hurting you.Â
You smile, humming at him when you lift from him, standing on your knees to grab his cock and position him in the right place.Â
âYou sure you want it too?â You ask, only now realizing that youâre genuinely about to take a manâs virginity, and itâs only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, itâs not right to just do it without making him really think about it.Â
âFuck, yes.â His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. âJust do it already.âÂ
You canât help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you donât think youâll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation.Â
He canât get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He canât help it when he moans, he doesnât care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob.Â
By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like heâs the one who needs to adjust. Of course, youâre needing this moment to adjust too but godâ just watching him makes you that much more wet and itâs insane how into him you are right now. As if you havenât been since you started talking to him.
âFeels good?â You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you.Â
He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, heâs no longer a virgin now. Itâs fucking happening, and youâre hot? So fucking hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good.Â
Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the new feeling.Â
You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again.Â
His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself backâ seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling.Â
You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside.Â
âYouâre really cute, you know that?â You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.
That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it.Â
You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.
You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as heâd like, and god. Itâs hard. Itâs deep, and itâs so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell heâs purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you.Â
Heâs actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but thatâs not the case at all. You actually canât stop moaning, itâs just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound.Â
For a moment, you think you can actually hear him unintentionally growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already heâs lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and youâre so fucking impressed by it.Â
You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good heâs doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.
âI donât know how the fuck youâre doing this to me,â You laugh out of pity for yourself, âI really thought I could last longer than this.â
He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. Thereâs one issue. Heâs about two thrusts from cumming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you.Â
You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that heâd lose his arousal entirely.Â
You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but whatâs happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, youâll let yourself go too. He doesnât seem to be picking up the hints.Â
âAre you close?â You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that itâs becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. âLet it go, do it with meââ
Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable.Â
âOh, god. Iâmââ You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.
Heâs so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy pulse around him as he continues to empty himself into you.Â
Itâs entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense.Â
Little does he know⊠itâs not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good.Â
By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity.Â
He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does.Â
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Heâs not going home tonight. Of course heâs not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.
In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (Heâs being dramatic.)
All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, heâd rather not do it as often as Heeseung does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake.Â
But like, youâre kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other woman and thatâs a block he didnât think would be an issue until it became one.
You made him cum twice. And he thinks you did too, unless youâre lying just to make him feel better. Thereâs no way you didnât feel the intensity of that though. Thereâs no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.
Thereâs no way you would let him sleep over if you didnât feel the same way he does right now.
And by the time youâre back, handing him a plate of food, he canât help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.
The thing is, thatâs one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think youâd be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird.Â
This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least.Â
âSo,â You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a cum-soaked bed like this. âI guess you should change your bio in the app now.â
He looks at you, and then at his food.
âYeah, I guess I shouldâŠâÂ
âIâll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what youâre doing with a woman and all.â
Itâs silent for a minute.
âIs it too forward if I say that Iâd rather just delete the app and keep calling you?â
Thank fuck Jake is forward and embarrassing with it. Youâre not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, youâre not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet either. If he wants to attach himself for a while, youâre going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when heâs not being adorable heâs just being fucking hot.
Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if itâs with Jake.Â
You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because youâre not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes.Â
Strangely enough, he doesnât even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowingâ you thinkâŠoh no. Why are you looking at him like this?
âHey, I should probably call Jay and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.â
Jake nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out.Â
âI should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.â
You snort at him with a laugh right as Jay answers the phone, and honestly, youâd rather listen to Jakeâs friend than Jay whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents.Â
âHey Jay, donât come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.â You say quickly before hanging up.Â
Instantly youâre setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Jake and his phone.Â
âPut him on speaker.â
Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseungâs reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line.Â
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