#minor whining about life
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
I JUST replaced my computer mouse, not eve HALF AN HOUR AGO, and now THIS ONE IS BROKEN TOO WTF.
The other one was just old, it was starting to not click correctly and messing up highlighting text to cut an paste, so i pulled out a spare corded one that came with the computer when i bought it. Haven't TOUCHED it, it's been in the little box in a drawer, for two years.
And it worked fine for like TEN MINUTES and now it won't right click at all.
#facepalm#i really hope the guy that gives me a ride gets his car or truck fixed today#this is yet another reason i need a ride today#i am also using a crappy spare lightbulb bc the one in the living room went out a couple days ago#it's a much more yellow and soft light than i'm used to and it's BOTHERING ME way more than i thought#but eh it took four years to need a new bulb i love LED lightbulbs#me#my life#minor whining about life
2 notes
¡
View notes
Text
i miss carpisuns sometimes </3
#not necessarily that I regret switching over but i just get like nostalgic for an earlier time in the ml fandom#s3 was soooo much fun for me#and the long hiatus before s4 was also the best. so good wasnât ready for it to end when it did haha#things just feel so different in the fandom now#both the fandom has changed and I have changed#and of course the STORY has changed#and I like donât know what to do about that or how to react#cause I am used to being one of the guys who is defending mlâs honor with my life lol#committed to spreading positivity#and I still want to be that guy!#but itâs like. idk. I donât recognize this story anymore#this isnât the same story that I fell in love with years ago. but I donât want to just like Leave??#I do want to see how things play out bc I am still invested in these characters#and I would love to still be part of the fan community and connect with people over a mutual love for this thing#that has been important to me for years and has inspired me to create and learn new skills and make new friends!#but I also donât just want to shut up and pretend Iâm happy about things I am decidedly unhappy about lol#like itâs honestly surprising to me that a only a small minority of the fandom seems to feel the way I do?#and the majority are still super pumped and frustrated at the people who are complaining#and really. I donât WANT to rain on anyoneâs parade. I honestly donât#I was part of the parade for years! I had the best time in the parade! I donât want to ruin the good time!#so i try not to be too salty on main ? but i feel like Iâm going a little crazy lmao! like Iâm just one bitter little miser fhdjjd#i mean i guess itâs kind of a good thing that I moved blogs tbh lol#cause now when i whine only a fraction of the people have to be exposed to it đ#but man i hate knowing that people might think of me as a salter#I mean itâs valid if people are trying to have fun and do not want to hear my complaining haha#but also do i automatically have to be a salter. are the only options support and defend ml 100% at all times or Be A Salter#or can there be a third category of certified ml lover that is just disappointed in recent events & disagrees with the new writing direction#is that too much nuance for tumblr lol#see maybe thatâs why I miss carpisuns. she didnât have to ask this question. she was only full of LOVE!#but therein lies the ironyâŚlike marinette I have made this choice out of loveâŚfor what the story once wasâŚwhat is to become of me nowâŚ
37 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Taylor returning over and over to the falling through the ice accident in the Bolterâeverything to me
#like. just. the shock of it all#thereâs something about Taylor where her experience of life is so âŚ.. brutal#like I donât know how else to say it but it just is. life is not easy on her it is always ready to CLOBBER her#and in a way sheâs not easy on life. thereâs some kind of magnets/opposite poles stuff where sheâs just always drawn to the worst things#to feeling them and experiencing them and almost ??? creating them#like I donât mean to overstate it. and I know she has a family who loves her (thank GOD)#and also sheâs very practical and industrious about creating this very Instagram worthy life full of Fine Things and a Fun Time#and of course all the resources in the world at her disposal to create all the trappings of it#whether itâs a celebrity Fourth of July party or the eras tour#and sheâll do it and love it. but as all the best critics know and point out the most fascinating thing about Taylor is always the music#and itâs where all the weirdness and stubbornness and difficulties of her life. her a c t u a l longings her actual fears#her actual terrible awful experiences that she charges headlong down the paths of#is set free! and itâs breathtaking in the most shocking way#like falling through the ice! I always say the first thing that always hits me about a Taylor album is the bitterness#just this blast in the face. and her music is so gentle! in so many ways#and the packaging is so appealing and her voice is so soft and expressive and there is none of that weird experimentation#even musically (remember when she shut down imogen heap for putting a minor chord in clean she was like absolutely not. Iâm obsessed)#(with that moment forever)#but like. so much of Taylorâs packaging and life and HER really does SEEM so basic or ordinary or just rich girl ordinary I guess#she likes basic things and wants basic things. but also she is so hungry so restless so angry so wounded the rich internal life is CHURNING#all the time. every second. and itâs spectacular to watch and also I will worry about her until the day I die#or justâ-I donât know. itâs going to be spectacular and it is sometimes going to be awful#but she will keep furiously writing her way through it!!#there IS such a woundedness to her. and it makes me love her so much because itâs packaged in such a way people think it must just be#whining or privilege. but itâs not! itâs just. the human condition and Taylorâs own flaws#okay Iâve lost the plot here a bit in my ramblings but yeah the ice metaphor. insanely perfect
16 notes
¡
View notes
Text
I HATE MY ROOMMATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
#this is the only safe space for me to say it#bc everyone else can see on my other socials#sheâs a slob#she asks me to take the trash out yet can never do it herself#whines about her medical issues yet I can pinpoint exact lifestyle choices she could make in order to make them go away#yet she wonât do it#just wants people to coddle her and feel bad for her#and Iâm not giving her that#woke me up when I was trying to sleep in bc she was talking on the phone#like do what I do and go in the hallway#also let the microwave go off#so the beeping didnât help#comes in super late every night#complains about her life in general yet puts no effort in whatsoever#takes advantage of her boyfriend#aka my friend#and both me and my other friend have noticed that heâs now just a shell of who he used to be#bc now sheâs with him 24/7#and all the while she wants people to handhold her but wants to get into medical school#yet canât even handle her first semester of undergrad#goodbye#she acts like she has it so hard meanwhile I have a minor a job clubs and am actually participating in my other stuff#unlike SOMEONE I know#then when Iâm trying to sleep#has her brightness up in the dark#or comes in with her flashlight all the way on#and is playing videos#let me sleep#bc I have to be at work for 7am#and my day doesnât end until 10pm
7 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Lost my game of thread chicken by all of 6 stitches.
How's your Sunday evening going, tumblr?
#yes this is the most minor of minor annoyances#i still don't wanna start another thread just for this#but it's the tail end of a gradient and it'll stick out like a sore thumb if i fudge it with the other colour#i'm whining about stupid shit#life#embroidery
2 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Top 3 favourite Kinn Porsche scenes?
3 times they had sex
#jk#the first one has to be the little kiss on the cheek from Porsche when Kinn suggests starting everything over#that was so insanely sweet of them and so different from the usual#the second one is definitely Porsche laying on top of Kinnâs chest like he won in life#I LOVED how when Kinn got distracted bu the phone he just kept whining for attention until he got it back#and then he smiles like a little brat and gets comfortable on his chest once again???#insane behavior from the Porsche we had seen until then#but he fell in love omnomnomnom#idk about the 3rd one tbh#I have a lot#like I love their whole date so much#Iâm also weirdly obsessed with Kinn telling Vegas that Porsche is all his and Porsche getting all offended about it#LIKE not Iâm yours mf#also that scene on the minor family balcony? ���#the gun đŤ and yourself đŤľ#goofy ass just say you love him#oh and I LOOOOVE that scene of Porsche being mad and Kinn being a complete mess anxious that he will lose him#and the next scene of Porsche leaving and Kinn jist following him#I donât think we appreciate that one enough#Iâm getting tired I jist love kinnporsche okay#but I feel like 3rd place should go to the iconic kiss of 2 mafia bosses in the main family office đ#the vibes were there and mileapo were chewing each others faces#they were enjoying it so was I#sorry for the rant and the typos I probably made lmao#also whatâs up with this random ask lmaooo#I love it tho thanks! my asks are filled with just drama tbh#kinnporsche#mileapo#apo nattawin#mile phakphum
3 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Prosh*tters already trying to ruin Welcome Home, huh...
#rhys-ravenfeather signing on#prosh*tters get a hecking life challenge#*revs up chainsaw*#LEAVE CLOWN AND HIS CHARACTERS ALONE YOU SICK FREAKS#and DON'T you go whining about 'snot-nosed minors' I WILL HUNT YOU FOR SPORT!
3 notes
¡
View notes
Text
#YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT LOSERBOYS. . .
ĘÉ summary. jjk men as different types of losers with a girlfriend who's way out of their league! but never fear, they have a few tricks up their sleeves yet. . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + sukuna.
warnings. fem!reader, penetration (p in v), fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), doggystyle, semi-public sex in geto's, virginity loss + premature ejac in choso's, drug use in sukuna's, 18+ minors dni.
a/n. 500 followers special post <3 digimon!gojo inspired by this fic by @/blkkizzat. go check it out!
SATORU GOJO â THE DIGIMON NERD!
your boyfriend satoru gojo is absolutely, undeniably, irrevocably obsessed with all things digimon.
his entire room is brimming with posters, heinously overpriced collectable toys, you name it. hell, even his bedcovers are digimon themed (and he won't change them no matter how many times you ask, either.)
to make matters worse, it's all he talks about, too. at any given moment he finds manages to find some way to connect anything in his direct line of sight to digimon; and once he starts ranting about it, it's practically impossible to get him to stop.
so, with all of these incriminating facts piling up about just how much of a loser your boyfriend is, you might be left wondering⌠why exactly are you still with him?
and well, the answer to that is much simpler than you'd expect â satoru gojo is a god in the sheets. and no, that's not an exaggeration.
when you first started dating, you assumed he would be mediocre at best, and that you'd probably have to teach him a few things here and there. because a man so painfully nerdy couldn't possibly know how to satisfy you from the get-go, right?
wrong.
despite previously confiding in you that he was a virgin before you went any further than making out, satoru appeared to know exactly what he was doing once he got you in his bed after a few weeks of dating.
you hadn't been too into it at first, purely due to the fact you were seemingly about to have sex with him for the first time sprawled atop his digimon bedsheets.
i mean, talk about a turn-off, huh?
but you quickly forgot about such insignificant details like that once the two of you started to venture past kissing, satoru's eager hands roaming all over your body with a level of excitement you'd only ever seen on him before when he was gushing about an upcoming digimon game.
and after he'd stripped you of your clothes? all bets were off.
"s-shit. so pretty, baby," satoru groaned as he buried his face between the valley of your breasts, licking and sucking at every patch of supple skin he could reach in the process. "so soft."
"toruuu," you mewled out, running a hand through his messy white locks and lightly scratching his scalp with your recently manicured nails as a form of silent encouragement. "feels good."
satoru visibly preens under your praising words, his face lighting up like a kid on christmas morning as he pops one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling on the perked bud like a newborn.
this gets you to release a moan, the sound so hot and so real, unlike the overdramatic sounds satoru had heard on the various porn videos he'd watched before to practise for this moment.
and the effect it had on him was clear.
within moments, your boyfriend's pretty face was buried between your legs, his tongue just ruthless as it lapped and slurped at your sopping folds. he didn't have a technique, really. he was just hungry. hungry for you (and your sweet cunt.)
"ah! s-slow down, toruâ fuck!" you cried helplessly, your thighs clamping shut around his head as he continued to vigorously devour you. he found your clit so inhumanly fast, and his hot mouth was latched on to the puffy little bud like his life depended on it.
"sorry, sweet girl, can't." satoru whined quietly against your flesh, his voice muffled between each desperate lick of his tongue. "tastes too good."
you can't remember the last time a partner ate you out this good. most of your previous flings didn't even like doing it at all â maybe even considered it a chore. but not satoru gojo.
maybe loserboys just do it best after all.
he had you falling apart in record time, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave as your entire body convulsed against the sheets. you vaguely registered satoru talking you through it somewhere nearby, but your vision was too pleasantly hazy to make him out.
"you're so fuckin' sexy when you cum. god, i need to be inside you." satoru groaned wantonly, hastily shoving his sweatpants down his hips in one swift movement and revealing his considerably tented boxers, already darkened with a patch of pre-cum.
wait, hold on a minute...
"you have digimon boxers too? seriously, satoâ oh."
oh, indeed.
satoru grinned smugly, both rows of his pearly whites on full display as he observed the way your words trailed off when he shucked his boxers and allowed his throbbing, obscenely long cock to slap against his stomach.
"ready, baby?" he chuckled pridefully, pumping his leaking dick with his fist a few times just to see the way your widened eyes followed the movement. "for your next orgasm, i wanna make you squirt."
SUGURU GETO â THE SCHOOL LIBRARIAN!
no one knew quite how it had happened â how you, the popular captain of the cheerleading team, ended up dating suguru geto, the quiet school librarian who spent most of his time meticulously organizing bookshelves.
but however it may have come to pass, being with suguru has changed your life for the better (in multiple ways). he's sweet, considerate, and despite how much he enjoys ranting about vintage russian literature, still makes an effort to be interested in your hobbies too.
oh, and also, he's the best lay you've ever had.
you wouldn't know it by looking at him; the reserved boy who always wears knitted sweaters and a pair of dark-framed glasses, but saying suguru geto knows a thing or two about how to pleasure another person would be a severe understatement.
and that's why he currently has you splayed across one of the desks at the very back of the library, legs spread wide and cheerleading skirt bunched up above your waist while he fingers you like a damn expert.
"you like that, baby?" suguru coos as he brushes some sweaty hair behind your ear with his free hand, the other still occupied with being knuckles-deep inside your dripping cunt.
"y-yeahh, sugu." you keen in response, hips weakly bucking up into his hand in search of more friction. you always got like this after a long cheerleading practise, body tightly wound up and in need of release which your boyfriend was more than happy to supply.
suguru smiles at this, his lips pulling up in a way that makes him look like the cat who got the canary as he continues to thrust his fingers up into your gummy walls, effortlessly locating that sweet, spongy spot deep inside of you.
"a-ah! right there. right theree." you cry softly, gripping onto the edges of the wooden desk for dear life as he pleasures you like it's his only purpose in life, your entire body jostling with the sheer force of each of his movements.
he chuckles deeply at your wantonness, the way his thumb gently caresses your flushed cheek creating an ironic contrast to the way his fingers pick up in pace, curling in a way he knows will drive you crazy. "mhm. right here, pretty?"
a strangled squeal escapes your lips as the tips of his digits rub against your sensitive g spot, your hips now moving more desperately against his hand as if you're not even in control of them anymore. "yes, yes, yes!"
it's not long before you're falling apart, spraying the entire desk with your translucent juices while your boyfriend croons sweet praises against the shell of your ear and tenderly strokes through the back of your hair.
"now. . . are you going to be good girl and keep quiet for me?" suguru purrs in that deep, velvety tone of his as he unbuckles his belt while admiring your fucked-out expression. "can't have anyone else hearing your pretty moans while i'm pounding you into the bookshelf, hmm?"
it never fails to surprise you how quickly he can switch up, from kind and encouraging to firm and demanding in a matter of moments. however, it doesn't bother you in the slightest â in fact, you can't help but adore how much it keeps you on your toes.
however, it goes without saying that you don't keep very quiet at all once suguru is mercilessly shoving his thick cock into your quivering pussy from behind, squashing your face against the spines of the books in front of you with each rough thrust.
shaking his head fondly, suguru ends up having to clamp a hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your obscenely loud sounds just in case any other students happen to stumble into the library.
maybe the old saying was right after all; it's always the quietest boys who make you scream the loudest.
TOJI FUSHIGURO â THE JOBLESS BUM!
technically, toji fushiguro can't even be classified as a loserboy anymore. after all, he's a fully grown man now (but still has nothing to show for it.)
he's more than a decade older than you and yet somehow you're the one in the relationship who's employed; if he wasn't dating you, he probably wouldn't even be able to afford food for himself, as pathetic as that sounds.
not to mention, he definitely didn't think things through when choosing to date you of all people. saying you're out of his league would be a severe understatement â you're young, pretty, resourceful, and you love buying things for yourself that he could never even dream of affording.
it seems like every week you have a new designer bag, dress or pair of shoes. and as much as he enjoys seeing you model them for him, it makes him feel like a piece of shit because he can't offer to foot the bill for you like a good boyfriend should.
so, he has to find other ways to keep you satisfied that don't involve necklaces that cost more money than he's ever laid eyes on in his entire life.
which is how we arrive at the one thing toji fushiguro is unarguably good at: fucking.
not making love, but fucking. (not to say that he doesn't love you, because of course he does! he just also loves to fuck you like he hates you.)
so that's how you find yourself face down ass up on his bed once again, your brand new fancy dress carelessly shoved up to give your boyfriend easier access to your pretty pussy.
he always eats you out like it's the last time he'll ever get to, and maybe for him, it feels like it is. because deep down, he's convinced soon enough you'll realize what a damn loser he is and ditch him for someone with more going for them.
"mmf... so good, toji." you sigh hazily, eyes half-lidded as you succumb to the pleasure he's giving you. toji thinks you always moan so sweetly for him; it'll be a shame if anyone else ever gets to hear it â but he'd be naĂŻve to believe that you'll stick with him forever when you could do infinitely better.
once you reach your inevitable release, you slowly blink at him over your shoulder and ask to return the favour like you always do. but he simply waves you off, grumbling his usual excuse that "you do enough work as it is" and distracting you by rubbing his pudgy cockhead along your folds.
you keen, but reach behind you to gently halt his movements, whispering out a quiet but sincere "i love you. you know that, right?" fuck. how do you always manage to read him so well? it's like you knew exactly what was going through his head and what he needed to hear, too.
toji grunts out some non-committal answer, not willing to let on just how much hearing those words from you affects him. he can tell you mean it, which works to ease his doubts somewhat â but they still linger in the back of his mind.
shaking the thoughts off, he starts to ease himself into your sopping entrance inch by inch, focusing on the heavenly feel of your warm, tight little cunt around him rather than these pesky feelings.
"well, maybe y'shouldn't," toji mutters gruffly as he pulls himself all the way out, only to thrust harshly back in and earn a yelp from your lips in response. "you deserve a lot better than me, dollface."
"wellâ ah! â i don't want anyone other than you, toji," you huff out, digging your fingers into the softness of the pillow to keep yourself grounded as he starts to pound into you. "and i don't care if you don't have a job. i still love you anyway."
he releases a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl at your words, his speed quickly becoming as ruthless as usual. it's not his fault, really; he just can't hold himself back once he gets inside you. "shitâ baby, you can't just say stuff like that." he rasps out.
"why not? it's true." you counter breathlessly.
and it is. because no matter how much of a loser your boyfriend may be, you love him to pieces. oh, and not to mention, you doubt you could find anyone else who fucks you even half as good as he does.
this point is only proved when you both reach your climaxes in record time, collapsing together in a sweaty and sated heap atop the sheets. and with toji's goopy cum slowly drooling out of your abused cunt and his burly arms wrapping around your waist, you think there's nowhere else you'd rather be than in the warm embrace of your loser.
CHOSO KAMO â THE SCIENCE TUTOR!
you first met choso kamo when he was hired by your rich parents to become your science tutor. it was the class you struggled with the most, the one that was ruining your set of perfect grades. and they just couldn't have that!
unfortunately, it didn't quite go the way they expected.
because when you opened the door to be greeted by the sight of the pretty boy standing before you â all fiddly hands, messy black pigtails and dark eyes staring down at his chunky boots, you knew you just had to have him.
and have him you did.
the two of you have been dating for a few weeks now, but to your surprise, choso hasn't tried to initiate anything with you past kissing. i mean, you knew he was a little shy, but you figured he'd be eager to get into your pants given the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't paying attention.
when you finally decide to ask him about it, his cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink, and he blinks owlishly at you for a good few moments before he manages to gather the courage to stammer out a reply. "i-i haven't... i've neverâ"
"âoh. i get it. are you a virgin, cho?"
choso nods almost shamefully, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his shirt as he avoids making direct eye contact with you. the reason he hasn't tried going all the way with you isn't for the lack of desire to, but rather because he fears he won't be good enough for you.
i mean, you're you. so... pretty, perfect and undoubtedly an expert at this sort of thing. whereas choso's never even touched another person before. what if you're put off by his inexperience? or worse, what if you break up with him because of it?
"hey. calm down, baby," you coo softly, reaching out to take both of his clammy hands in yours and giving them a comforting squeeze. "i don't care if you've never had sex before."
choso's eyes widen comically at this, his head snapping back up to check your expression for any sign of deception. but when he doesn't find any, his shoulders sag slightly in relief and he releases a breath he didn't realize he had been holding since this conversation began. "o-oh, okay. that's good."
you smile warmly, running the tips of your fingers over his sweaty palms and admiring the way goosebumps visibly start rising just below the sleeves of his shirt as a result. "if you don't wanna go that far yet, we don't haveâ"
"no!" choso practically yelps, the blush spreading down his pale neck as he realizes just how desperate he must sound. god, he's such a loser. he has no idea why you even like him, but he isn't about to start complaining anytime soon. "i-i wanna go that far today. with you."
your oversensitive boyfriend ends up cumming twice from just your hand; once from a single press of your thumb against his leaking tip, the other from just a few pumps of your fist. he apologizes profusely each time even though you repeatedly assure him that it was supposed to happen.
it takes you a while to fully sink down onto his lap, the size of his cock just monstrous compared to the rest of his fairly scrawny body. you guess that old saying about quiet boys having the biggest dicks does has some truth to it after all.
choso lets out a strangled mewl once your hips become flush with his, and it isn't long before he's rutting up into you like an animal in heat, as if he isn't even in control of his own body's movements anymore.
the first time he orgasms, he fills your little pussy to the brim with so much of his milky cum that a lot of it leaks out and coats his girthy base in a lewd, glossy ring. but the second, third and fourth times he orgasms? he's shooting blanks.
he's so overstimulated by now that his cock is aching almost painfully, but he can't stop yet â because he still hasn't managed to make you reach even a single climax of your own because he keeps cumming after just a few thrusts into your snug cunt.
eventually, with you guiding him how to hold your hips and bounce your pliant body on his lap just right, you end up falling apart on top of him. choso finds the mere sight so beautiful that it somehow manages to make his needy cock harden inside of you all over again.
and when he whimpers out "can you do that for me again, pretty girl? please?" you realize that maybe dating a loserboy was the best possible choice you could've made.
RYOMEN SUKUNA â THE DEADBEAT STONER!
ryomen sukuna is the biggest loser you've ever met. (and he's also your boyfriend.)
it happened quite unconventionally â when you met him, he was a drug dealer, and your relationship began with you occasionally buying weed from him. but over time, it turned into 'a plug and his favourite customer who frequently hookup together at his shitty apartment.'
and while he may have a pretty pathetic lifestyle, there's no denying how attractive this man is, with his messy pink hair and strangely alluring dark tattoos. oh, and his dick game? legendary.
you could never quite stop yourself from falling back into his bed over and over again, until the walls of your pussy probably remembered the outline of every curve and vein of his cock from the amount of times it had been in there.
eventually, the two of you decided to make it official. sukuna actually ended up quitting his job as a plug so he could spend more time with you, though that doesn't mean he quit the drugs, of course.
he's smoking a joint right now as he watches you grind against his lap, his crimson gaze half-lidded as the pleasant high washes over him. his burly arms are resting leisurely behind his head, visibly not giving a damn about helping you out.
"ryooo," you huff with a pout pushing at your lower lip, your weak hips unable to build up enough friction to make yourself feel pleasurable on your own. you've lost track of what round this is by now, but your body is definitely too exhausted to properly bounce on his cock right now. "help me. please?"
sukuna huffs deeply as if this is the most inconvenienced he's been all day, but nevertheless wraps a lazy hand around the side of your hip to guide you up and down his length. "tch. damn girl, can't even ride me right. should see if one of my old customers can do better."
"you dick!" you gasp dramatically, clutching a hand over your heart in a display of theatrical betrayal. you move to pull yourself off of his lap, but his strong hand effortlessly keeps you anchored in place.
"calm down, baby," sukuna grumbles with a roll of his eyes, but his upper lip twitches slightly in subtle amusement that you know him too well to miss. "y'know i'm just kidding. none of 'em could take me better than you do."
at this, you smile a little, not resisting when he starts to guide your body into a steady rhythm again. sukuna always tends to accidentally say sweet things to you when he's high and then proceeds to deny them the next morning â tonight is clearly no exception.
"yeah, yeahhh," he groans as you start to move on your own at the pace he set, throwing his head back in bliss from both the drugs and the feel of your heavenly cunt dragging up and down against his cock. "jus' like that, pretty."
it's not long before you're both falling apart for the umpteenth time tonight, and sukuna puts out the shrivelled up blunt on the bedside table before carelessly tossing the rolled paper over his shoulder and flipping your spent body around so you're splayed beneath him.
"weed has a shitty aftertaste," he mutters under his breath, easily spreading your still-trembling legs and making room for himself between them as he looks up at you with a wicked grin. "needa wash my mouth out with somethin' sweet."
ryomen sukuna may be a complete loser, but you'll be damned if dating him doesn't have its perks.
Š 2024 SUGOROO. please don't copy or translate any of my works without my explicit permission. all rights are reserved to me.
LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!
#â
sugoroo#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x you#jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#geto x reader#gojo x reader#sukuna x reader#toji x reader#choso x reader#geto smut#gojo smut#sukuna smut#toji smut#choso kamo x reader#choso smut#satoru gojo x reader#geto suguru x reader#toji fushiguro x reader
10K notes
¡
View notes
Text
đđ¨đŻđ đđĄđ˛ đđđŚđ¨đ§ đđđ˘đ đĄđđ¨đŤ! | fushiguro tĹji
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Not only are you drunk on a Friday night, but youâre a drunk, closeted succubus who is, unfortunately, under the care of the hot neighbor under your roof! Would you ruin the mood if he found out about your little secret? You donât even wanna know!
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Toji x afab/fem! succubus reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! reader + Toji are neighbors - age difference; reader is in late-20s + Toji is mid/late 40s - crushing/mutual pining - drug/alcohol usage - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping) - Daddy kink - sqÇitĂŻng - anal play (m! receiving) - 69 + backshots + spooning + cowgirl positions - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - creampies - praise kink - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie) - implied marathon sex - mention of drool/spit, tears, and cum - not proofread; will do l8r.
đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 7.8k
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđđŹ: pulled this story out of my ass; I literally spent a whole single DAY dedicating to writing it. please enjoy, and tysm for 11.9k loveliesss â love and appreciate u all !!
ââŚshit.â
Thereâs no way.
âShit, shit, shit, shitââ
Of all days for this to happen.
âOh, my fucking God, not tonight!!â
Tonight was already an eventful night, with the full moon shining brighter than the stars. Life has put you so fast in a whirlwind that you canât recall the last time you permitted your body to unwind. Can you blame yourself, though? From moving to a new neighborhood and scoring a new job, things have kept you undeniably busy for the past few months. And not too mention, itâs your fault for being a bit of a hermit and lacking a drive for social interaction.Â
Thatâs precisely why your old college besties â Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki â pulled you out of your hideyhole and encouraged you to join them this Friday night to have some fun! âCâmo~n, lighten up! No more thinking about work or whatever; have some fun!â âYeah, yâknow youâre my biggest drinking buddy. Now, hurry up and share this cocktail with me!â The ladies pressure you to relax and enjoy the start of the weekend with some good drinks and delicious food. And, you hate to admit, it worked like a charm â the longer the hours went, the more you felt free as if all the weight holding you down had been lifted.
The only problem is, like all good things, that it had to end and that you had to go home. Now check this out: 1) you left your car at home because, again, you were rigorously dragged out of your abode by your college companions. 2) You were all pretty much drunk, enough for neither one of you to drive on the road. And 3) you guys are in the city, and catching a lift is not only a gamble but SUPER expensive! Guess thatâs what you get for choosing a Friday night to free-ball.
However, when hope was lost, and you wouldnât be in the comfort of your bed tonight, you received a text on your phone, and you could practically hear the angels sing in the heavens above!
Recent Message from: Neighbor Fushiguro
Yo. You home? Iâm out in the city picking up stuff for the house. Need anything?
Thank God for neighbors, am I right? The chances of someone you know being within the same vicinity of you may be low, but never zero! Did you feel bad that you texted back saying you needed a ride back to your house? Sure. Did you feel extra bad when you asked a huge favor for him to drop your friends off at the nearest hotel? âŚYeah.Â
But luckily, he didnât seem to mind. The only thing you had to endure was him teasing you about your little outing (with the help of your friends in the back of his truck) and your tipsy persona. âNever took you frâ one who drinks.â He scoffs while putting you down on your couch after slinging you over his shoulder because you complained about your feet hurting. Damn heels! âNeither one who gets drunk.â
âIt wasnât my fauuu~lt,â you whine with a significant stretch while your neighbor roams around. âMy fwiends, they forced me to���hicâto do itâŚâ
âMm, do your âfwiendsâ always push you over to do things?â He shouts from the kitchen; you can hear cabinets opening and closing.Â
âWhen youâre the youngest of the group, they do.â
âWell, maybe I gotta get to know âem so they can push you into goinâ out more. And maybe you can quit avoidinâ me when I invite you over.â
âI donât try to avoid you!â You sprout defensively. âAnd quit teasing me, Toji! Youâre supposedâta be on my side; Iâm the victim here.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever ya say.â Heavy footsteps draw nearer to where you are, and your heavy eyelids open to see a hand stretching towards you with a glass of water. âIâm here takinâ care of ya now, arenât I, lilâ victim?â
A smile pulls your lips as you take the glass. âThank you,â you express before a sip, and your neighbor lifts your feet to sit on the cushion beside you.Â
âYâre welcome,â he places your legs on his lap, grabbing the remote to turn on the television.Â
You havenât been in this neighborhood long enough to say you have friends. Donât get it wrong; everyone you contacted has been lovely and friendly, and some have opted to help with your move! But aside from the casual greetings in the morning or the nods of acknowledgment, you barely know people who scratch the surface of acquaintanceship. Not to mention, itâs your fault for being a bit of a hermit.Â
âŚBut, there is one neighbor you could say youâre pretty close with. Someone nice. Someone dependableâŚSomeone attractive that youâre on a mission not to stare too much.
Toji Fushiguro lives two houses down from you across the street. Remember I mentioned you had people assist with your move? This widowed, middle-aged man was one of the nice handymen who aided you and your friends with your boxes and heavy furniture. You remember it like yesterday, seeing this brawny man stroll up your driveway on the sunniest day of June. You nearly mistook him for an Olympic athlete.Â
âSo, yâre the one movinâ âround here?â The calm baritone of his voice was unforced. âNice to know thereâs a cute face on the newbie. Need any help?â Itâs how he asked â so sultry and alluring you almost spaced out before nodding absentmindedly to his request for aid, hoping he didnât notice you watch how the scar of his lip moved as he spoke. âWelcome to the neighbârhood, kid.â Rarely do you have butterflies running amok in the pits of your guts, but they were challenging to deal with that day.Â
And it doesnât get any better from that day forward. No matter how hard you wished not to run into this immediate crush of yours, he would somehow wheedle his way into your path. It started slow, exchanging hellos or good mornings whenever he left for work or you took the garbage out. Then came the âWant me to do yâr lawn frâ ya?â or the âHouse down the streetâs havinâ a little barbecue, wanna get to know people?â You thought moving away from the busy city life would die things down. However, Toji making your head race every chance he gets wasnât a move you could envisage. Think about how you felt the day he asked for your number to keep in contact âfrâ emergenciesâŚor if ya need anythinâ, shoot me a call,â how your heart jumped to your throat! Oh, the girls never stopped teasing you when you toldâŚ
Nonetheless, you canât deny how much help heâs been. Well, outside of that, just being a great neighbor all around. Besides being an absolute succor, heâs an outlet you can come to for anything. Whether for the house, the community, or just personal conversations, Tojiâs someone you can admitlingly say youâd depend on. With trust built from day one, sharing pieces of yourselves to break down barriers, itâs safe to say that he is undoubtedly a friend who made your decision to move a worthy risk.
âŚYet, whatâs even more risky is being alone with him, something you do everything you can to avoid. Why? Look at him! Would you trust yourself to be anywhere with this man alone? Of course not! This is why tonight is the riskiest night youâve ever bestowed upon your drunk self.
âYou got somthinâ to say?â
âHuh?â You perk to reality, anxiousness filling you once you realize you had been staring at the man. âN-No, Iâm sorry.â
He stifles a snort, grabbing your feet to massage them from the pain. âOh, wanna act quiet. You were all bubbly in the passenger seat with yâre friends. Now yâre all shy because yâre stuck with me, huh?â
âT-Thatâs not true!â A lie; he was right on the mark. Your heart has been beating nonstop once he sat next to you. âItâs just thatâŚIâm sorry for making you drive and pick me and the girls up.â
âNah, donât apologize,â his focus is on your feet as he kneads and rubs the sole of your foot. âTold ya I was around the area doing some shoppinâ, so pickinâ ya up on my way back was easy.â
You take another sip of your water. âShopping?âÂ
âMm, my kids are down here for the weekend, so I had to go out frâ a bit and grab shit frâ my daughter.â Ah, yes, Toji is a father; you remember him telling you about his two children in college, a junior and a sophomore. âTheyâre at the house right now; saw âem after I dropped stuff at the house before bringinâ ya home.âÂ
You hum. âSorry for stealinâ you from them for a bit.â
He shakes his head with a humorless laugh. âPlease, they probably donât even know Iâm gone. Theyâre big kids. Plus,â your breath hitches when emerald eyes trail to you. âNow I get to finally have you all to myself, no curvinâ me and whatever this time.âÂ
âIâm not tryinâ to curveâŚâ
âYeah, yeah.â He goes back to massaging your feet.
ââŚThanks again, Toji. I really appreciate it.â
âNo problem, sweetheart.â Your abdomen flexes at the use of the nickname. âYou know I always got youâŚSay, did you hit yâr head somewhere?â
You blink, eyebrows furrow. âNo? Why?â
He points to his temple. âBecause I see like a lump right here.â
You mirror his movements, your hand touching the spot heâs pointing. And your fingertips meet with a lump on a location that sparks too much familiarity. You gasp aloud and cover the lump with your hand, the other covering your other temple.Â
Oh, no.
Black eyebrows knit together. âYou okay?â
Play it cool! âY-Yeah, yeah, Iâm fine! Youâre right; I probably hit my head somewhere while out.â You take this time to remove your legs off the comfort of Tojiâs lap and stand up from the couch. âIâll put something on it to stop the swelling.â You can also sense something aching down your lower back at that moment. Oh, hell no!!
âYa sure? Need me frâ anyââÂ
BZZZZ!! BZZZZ!!
Tojiâs cut off from the vibration of his phone in his jeans, pulling the device out to see that someone called âMegumiâ was calling. Good, a distraction!
âNâNo, no, Iâm good from here.â You say through gritted teeth, the alcohol taking effect and making your stance a little buzzy to uphold. âJ-Just stay here, Iâll be back!â You donât even wait for his approval, turning on your heel and heading out of the living room to the stairs. Your body feels wobbly with every step you take, but you donât pay it any mind because you can feel the lumps beneath your palms increasing. âGod, please, not now, not todayâŚ!â
You march as fast as you can to your bedroom, nearly stumbling on the floor as you haul ass to your bathroom door. You do a terrible job watching your footing fall after rushing to turn the lights on, and stuff from the counter falls because of the impact. But you didnât care, shuffling up so you could look at the mirror. And the sight you see fills you with immediate dread.
Horns are the first thing you see from either side of your head; the tips curl as if to form a crown but point to the ceiling. Your eyes are no longer human-like, pupils shaped like slits as if morphing into a reptile. And your ears get horizontally pointier. ââŚshit.â
You then lift your skirt and tear a hole in your pantyhose above the hem of your panties, and your fear quadruples at the sight of something long and slithery protruding out of the hole. A long tail with a pointy end; you lose your mind. âShit, shit, shit, shitââ
Itâs then you realize why this is happening: you had forgotten to take your daily supplements that are meant to subjugate these features of yourself. Youâve been taking them for the longest time before you moved into this neighborhood, so youâre used to your typical human facade. Now, seeing these parts of yourselves is the very LAST thing you need right now!Â
And then something hits you, an unsettling feeling that youâre too scared to confirm. Your eyes travel down to your shirt, your hands hesitantly pulling the bottom tucked into your skirt and lifting to reveal your navel. You then tug the top of your skirt to expose a spot youâre honed in on the mirror. And the urge to scream grows tenfold once you see a black marking on the lower part of your belly.Â
A womb tattoo!?!?Â
âOh, my fucking God, not tonight!!â
âYO, HEY!â And just when it couldnât get worse, you hear Toji coming up the stairs and beelining for your open bedroom door. Wait, noâ âI heard screaminâ and a big âboom,â you alright? Where are yââ
Your neighbor stops dead in his tracks once he appears in front of the bathroom opening; his concerned expression shifts to an immediate neutral deadpan. He stares at you, and you stare back at him, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. A ring fills your eardrums, dissociating from this entire scene and all its complications.
You want to cry. Maybe scream, throw up, or just straight up die on the spot.Â
Because this wasnât the night for someone to find out youâre a succubus.
âââ ââ
ââ
â âââ
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
ââŚSo, what are you?âÂ
Not even concealing your face in your pillow can hide you from the eventual questions of Toji, who sits idly on the corner of your bed. You cringe internally, never thinking this dilemma would befall you. The point of moving was to turn a new page in your life and leave the past behind with the city. Now, you are shriveling on top of your bed like a moody teenager, and your neighborhood crush is here to witness your depression.
ââŚWhat happened to your phone call?â
âIt was my kid. I told him to lock the door since Iâll be out a little longer. Donât try and deflect,â his blunt answer has you descend further to your inner turmoil. âHow come I never seen these horns before?â
You sigh heavily; thereâs no point in trying to divert now. ââŚI take supplements that hinder any features of my succubus appearance so I can look like an average human for the rest of the day.â
âDaily?â He sees you nod through his peripheral. âSuccubusâŚthe hellâs that?â
âBasically, Iâm a demon thatâŚthatâŚâ Yeah, no, letâs not finish that. âNever mind.â
âBullshit. Tell me.âÂ
âD-Donât worry about it, itâs notââ
âLook here,â he speaks to you with a stern tone, a hand coming to your waist to shove you a bit. âI went ahead and picked yâre drunk butt up, made sure ya donât puke up a storm, and now yâre here looking way different from before. The least you could do is explain.â
God, to be lectured by a human â totally humiliatingâŚ! ââŚIâm a demon that gets energy fromâŚseââŚ.sexu, uhhâŚďż˝ďż˝âŚ..sexualactivitywithhumanbeings.â
The silence that trails after your ramble is beyond awkward.Â
âOh.â
âŚ
âOh.â
God, just kill me right now!
The older man forces a cough. âSo, youâŚhave sex every day?â You can practically sense the tiny hint of discomfort from prompting that question.
âW-Well, I used to when I was younger. But I havenât reallyâŚdone it in a couple of years.â Jesus Christ, why is it so embarrassing to admit to someone other than yourself? This is the literal worst!Â
âIs that bad?â
âItâs, uhhâŚIt can be?âÂ
âSo, why havenât you done it?â
âBecauseâŚ!â You snap your face out of your pillow and finally allow yourself to breathe correctly. âI justâŚI donât have time like I used to anymore, and using my powers to make people forget afterward can get tiring. Also, the more times I do it, the more my drive gets intense from the last. The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since itâs been a while since Iâve let my powers out, Iâm sure itâs nastier than everâŚâ
ââŚWell,â Toji turns to face you. âHave you ever had the urge recently?â
âI-â Woah. That question came out of nowhere, almost answering it without proper consideration. âWhâWhat do you mean by thatâŚâ
He shrugs. âLikeâyou know what I meanâlike, even though you try to suppress it, do you still have those urges to doâŚya know, it?â
Things get a little uncomfortable here; now you wish you kept your face in that pillow. Tojoâs gaze on you is distinguished â gentle yet stern, matching his demeanor. He's calm and calculating and is waiting for your response to his strangely personal question.Â
âIâŚI, I donât know.â It was another lie.
âWhyâre you lyinâ?â
âIâm notâŚ!â Toji clicked his teeth with a face.
âFine, answer me this then. Have ya ever thought of doinâ it since ya moved here?âÂ
Yup, this question was far worse than the other. His words echo inside your noggin, bewildered with every syllable relaying. And the widowed man lifts his brow from the lack of an instantaneous answer. You open your mouth, but words fail to aid you, your tail shying away behind your shadow. âI-IâŚI donâtââ
âEver thought of me?â
âToji!â You shout defensively. Sure, it mightâve been out of line to ask. However, itâs the fact that heâs breaking your exterior with every question â because of how on-the-mark he is. You could never prepare yourself for that inquiry, the heat on your face growing more unbearable. How could he know of the frenzy he puts you through just for existing?Â
âIâm not dumb.â You peep Toji, turning his torso and facing his entire front in your direction. âYou think I donât notice how often you try to push me off when I invite ya over or know when yâre lookinâ at me when you think Iâm not awareâ?â He dents the bed with his added weight, and you forget to breathe, watching him inch closer. âOr act all shy and cute when I got you to myself?âÂ
You gulp, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling of Tojiâs palm on your thigh. There have been countless nights where youâve thought of your neighbor more than once, indulging in fantasies you could never speak of to a soul, especially Toji himself. To let the man know of the dirty things youâd want him to say to you, the names you wish him to call you, the erotic things youâd like him to do to you â death is the only option necessary not to let that happen. Unfortunately, he seems to have a good idea now that heâs cornered you like this, and youâre too stunned to utter a word.
âItâs okay, though,â he whispers low now that heâs close to your face, and you have to hold back on letting out a yelp when his hand comes to hold your face, his index finger toying with your sensitive earlobe. ââCuz I love it when yâre all timid, canât even look me in the faceâŚLike now.â
You try to avert away from him, but his thumb brings your chin back to him. âToji, please,â his name feels forbidden to say all of a sudden.Â
âTell me ânoâ.â His nose brushes the tip of yours, and you chew your lip. âIâll stop right now and leave, let you deal with this yâreselfâŚOr,â he ghosts to your ear, and you quiver. âIâll stay with you and treat you to what yâve been scared to ask frâ.â
âToji, wait,â Fuck, you canât remember the last time you had your ears so keen, his breath brushing it enough to compel you to meltdown.
âSay âno,â princess.â Youâre locked under his forest-green orbs, and you swear you could hear your heart hammering your chest. âOr Iâll treat you right tonight.â
Perplexed eyes canât move anywhere else, and your lips are wet from licking them without knowing. Is this really happeningâŚ? An inquisition you had no time to answer for yourself once Toji closes the gap, centimeters nearer with every millisecond.
IâŚcanâtâŚ
His face draws near, and your eyes reflex to close.Â
I donâtâŚwant toâŚ
Toji pulls you in for a gentle kiss; your thoughts radio silent after the contact of his scarred lips on yours. No shot. Your neighbor was kissing you right now â thereâs no way!? This had to be a dreamâŚ! This is truly a wild night: not only are you tipsy to the noggin, but your neighborhood crush has found out your secret, and now youâre kissing that exact crush in your room?? Your muscles go tense at what is occurring.Â
He peppers your lips with kisses, forced to catch up with him as he claims your lips, a palm snaking to the back of your head to keep you steady. He licks your bottom lip, chewing gently to prompt the softest gasps out of your mouth. âCâmon, baby,â he coos to your sensitive ears. âRelax witâ me.â You nearly melt at the lick of your helix as his free hand courses from your chest to your waist. The brush of his fingers onto your tail makes you jolt.Â
âToji, wait,â you mutter under your breath as he nibbles on your pointy ear, your hands gripping the back of his black wife beater. âD-Donât; Iâm so sensiâNmmmâŚ!â Jesus, the moan you held back! Toji trails his mouth to your chin down to your neck to suck on your skin. And your lower half throbs harder. âAhhhâŚhahhhâŚâ
He returns his lips to yours; this time, his tongue runs on your teeth vigorously to seek entry. You submit after a chew to your bottom lip, whimpering as the older man inserts his wet muscle to greet yours. Surreal, isnât it, to be tongued down by your neighbor? You donât know whether itâs the alcohol, the twitches between your inner thighs, or the flick of his tongue and the sound of his purrs that have your face getting hotter.Â
And fuuuuuuck, heâs such a good kisser â scratch that, heâs an AMAZING kisser! Youâre practically turning into putty in the palm of his hands as he lips you, tilting his head to a proper position with a soft push to your face as he deepens the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, and you mewl, helplessly quivering when he teases the muscle with nibbles. Your waist has a mind of its own while it sways involuntarily, rocking as you sink into the zealous kiss. Heâs not overpowering you in any way; if anything, heâs so overwhelmingly comforting, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, and soft noises of lips smacking and breaking apart bounce one after the other.
Then, you shrill unexpectedly. ââŚ!! Mmahhh! T-Tojiii, d-donâtâdonât touchâŚHaahhhâŚâ
âOh? Well, lookie here.â Your ears perk at Tojiâs chuckle. Unbeknownst to you, distracted by the intense kiss, your neighbor sneaks his hand under your skirt and touches your private zone shielded by your pantyhose, fingers pressing up on your vulva area. âAll we did is kiss, and ya already got your panties wet?â
Embarrassed? Of course, itâs been so long since you were touched like this and out of practice. Now, your repressed emotions start to crumble out of their straightened form the more Tojiâs middle finger rubs on your panties. And letâs not even mention your thighs motioning to ride on the digit, your dignity starting to disintegrate. âOhhh, TojiâŚâ
âMmm? What is it, sweetie?â He nuzzles to your neck after licking and sucking on your chin. âFeelinâ good down there?â He curls his middle and forefinger to push. âGot ya all excited?â He receives a confirmed hum. âTell me how yâre feelinâ.â
You gulped thickly, your breathing shaking. âI-Iâm feelingâshitâŚâ he laughs lowly at your swearing. âNnnm! Youâre making me feelâŚso hot.â
âI can tell, youâre twitchinâ like crazy right on my fingertips.â His fingers move into a circular motion, and your mouth goes agape. âFuck, manâŚHey, hold on, I wanna do somethinâ.â
Toji removes his fingers from under your skirt before you can tell, the heat between your legs going tepid as he withdraws from your figure to lay his back on the bed. But before that, he unzips and loosens his jeans to his butt. A noticeable tent of his boxer briefs has your lips locked to each other, and your eyes widen when he subtracts the material. Just when you thought this night couldnât get any more crazier, you are awake to witness the display of Tojiâs erection in real-time.Â
How long has it been since youâve seen a real-life, living, and breathing dick before your eyes? You honestly canât recall that; the responsibilities of human life have made you grow numb to your demon necessities that it no longer feels innate. However, the sight of your crushâs solid, girthy, excited cock is marveling. How your mouth waters as you ogle at it is borderline humiliating, eyes glued to the uncut tip.
âLike what ya see?â He asks smugly, kicking his jeans and briefs off and slapping his thigh. âCâmere, mama.â Oh, fuck, the quirk of your insides was unavoidable at his comment, primarily as he guides you closer to him. âLetâs warm up.â You yelp as he effortlessly moves your legs to where you straddle him. He pushes your skirt up to your waist, and you can hear the tear from your pantyhose. His thumb comes to slide your panties to the side, and he whistles. âDamn, lookinâ all pretty and wet frâ me.âÂ
Itâs either the fact that Tojâs dick is inches in front of your face or your bare pussy out in the air in front of him; either one of the two has your mind going in a whirlwind. And it all comes to a standstill the moment you sense something wet and firm glide across your labia, and it takes everything in you not to tremble. âMmm, oh, fuck,â he groans after licking your cunt, throwing in another lazy one to have you holler. âItâs been so longâŚShit.âTojiâs hands curl from your legs to cup your asscheeks, keeping your butt near him to lap his tongue around your chasm. You whine as he licks you down, your teeth clattering at the sensation.Â
Oh, my God, your head begins to ache. It feels so good, your body finally coming back to the groove of things as you move your butt around. The man under you quickly latches his mouth onto you, a firm grip on your ass to keep you in place for him to service you. Speaking of service, your eyes flick to the erect limb before you, your mouth salivating with the run of your tongue across your teeth. Fuck, it looks so good; you admire internally before inching your face close to the length, your head getting dizzier from the sheer size and musk. DamnitâŚI wanna taste him so badâŚ!!
âGo on, dollface,â Toji gives your butt a playful smack. âI know ya need this bad.âÂ
God, heâs so right â you need this; thereâs no point in denying anymore. You blow on it before placing a tender kiss, noticing how it pulsates as your hand wrings around the shaft. You lick your lips before pecking at the uncircumcised tip, and Tojiâs hold on you goes tighter. Heâs sensitive, you note. Adorable. You stick your tongue out to swirl around the cockhead, bathing it with your saliva before you inhale it with a delighted hum, gradually warming up your loosened jaw.
Fuck, the taste of a cock â something that felt nostalgic the moment he graced your tastebuds. Your eyes water a bit, trembles rocking your figure as Toji sucks on your wetness, and every inch you intake fuels the haze that fogs your brain. You stroke and suck him simultaneously, a forgotten method that rekindles now in this moment. You coat him with your spit the more you relax your jaw, slurping him unapologetically as if a different part of yourself takes over.Â
On the other hand, Toji feels the same way. Itâs been way too long for the widowed man since the last time he has been intimate with someone, let alone have a bare ass right in front of him. Itâs no secret that heâs had the hots for you once you moved here, but having you on top of him like this is like something out of his wet dreams. The way you murmur cutely as you suck his dick turns him on so bad, a guilty pleasure come true as he drinks your nectar off your damp naked folds. His tongue teases around the entrance of your vagina before pushing it in, fucking your opening with his wet muscle. You cry on his girth, your tail cringing in the air from the stimulation. He spots it and grabs it from the base; how your lower half jolts to the grasp is humorously darling to him. So cute.
The minutes go longer as you two keep pleasing each other, and a soft whimper escapes your lips when you release Toji from your lips, lips plastering long and sweet kisses on his shaft as you massage the tip. Your other hand palms and kneads his ballsack, the jerk of his thighs rewarding to see, so you increase the pace of your hand.
ââThhh, nmm!â Toji curses from behind, sluggishly licking from clit to your slit while succumbing to your touch and mouth. âShiiit, just like that, baby, suck me off like tâMmngh! Christ, Iâm gonna..fffuckinâ cumâŚâ
But then, you remove yourself from Tojiâs member, the cold air instantly blanketing him. Green eyes blink as you move off of his lying body, observing you bending over with your face to the cold sheets.
âToji,â you plea to him desperately, hooded eyes shining eagerly. âPlease, I need itâŚHere,â you spread your ass, fully exposing your slit wet from your fluids mixed with his saliva. Jesus, you were heathing as if you were in heat. âDo it here, I need it insideâŚ!â
You had the man shook; the cogs in his mind stopped working briefly. The picture of you presenting yourself like this to him was unexpected, but goddamn, did it turn him on astronomically! Toji stands on his knees and advances to you, removing his tank top and discarding it to the floor. âYeah? You want it that bad?â You nod impetuously. âWords, sweetie. Need you to tell me what to do.â
âToji, pleeeaseâŚ!â You wiggle your ass until he cusps it, kneading your flesh lovingly to the point that your tail curls around his forearm. âPlease, put it in, I wanna feel itâŚ!â
âYeah, is that what my princess wants?â You and Toji bite your lips when he aligns his tip to your inner labia, teasing you with grinding motions. âDoes my demon baby want Daddy to mess yâr insides that bad?â
Oh, weâre playing that card, too? Holy shit, you were getting so wet from this! âYess, Daddy, pleasee! Mess me up with that dick, wanna be filled up right noowwâŚ!â
He canât hide the proud grin. âGood girl. Here,â Toji begins to push the cockhead to you, and your lips flatten at the wince of pain that accompanies the push. âStay still, and lemme reward you,â his hips move slowly in your direction, you grip the sheets to prepare yourself, and your nerves are dialed to a plane of exhilaration you canât regulate. Oh my God, is this happening? Heâs gonna fuck me? So many thoughts cloud your mind, too excited and anxious for whatâs to come because itâs been so. Damm. Long. Howâs it gonna feel? Is your body ready enough? How does Toji feel about this; is he just as nervous as you aâ
Your train of thought is brought to an abrupt halt at the sensation of Tojiâs tip finally inserting itself into your vagina, too absentminded that your open mouth couldnât say a word. Oh, fuck itâs in, itâs in! Your eyes widen, your muscles tense, and your voice struggles to cry. The older man continues to add himself leisurely, the length sundering your slit and stretching your opening as you take him inch by inch. Your back arches instinctively, wailing silently as you can feel the foreign limb intruding your tightness, quick quirks of your frame as he rubs your velvety texture. Ohhhh, my GodâŚ!!
When he slowly starts to rut into you, recurring waves of rapture hit your nerves every. Single. Time! Youâre entire body is rocked to the core with every short yet gentle pound; the feeling of Tojiâs veiny cock scrapping your channel has you shivering. And once heâs encouraged to push his entire member until the very hilt, you yelp aloud when the tip kisses your womb. ââOooh??!â
ââMmngh!â Your quick spasm surprises Toji. âOhhh, shit, there it is. Hmm? Is this where ya want me, mama? Want me rightâŚhere?â He snaps his hips swiftly, the rushed movement and hit to your cervix knocks you winded. And another, you keep wringing his shaft acutely. âAhhn, God fucking damn iâIisshhffuck, fuck, I canât, gonnaâŚHnghh!â
Tojiâs body shudders above you, bucking into your warmth with a jittery pattern. The prolonged reaction of his orgasm claims him now, succumbing to the silky, tight texture and how well youâre grasping onto his girth. He comes inside you, moaning as he ejaculates earlier than expected. You sense it, humming to the immediate filling. So warm, so full of his cock already that your toes curl.Â
And Jesus Christ, it felt so. Fucking, Good! You were no longer drunk from the alcohol; now, you were intoxicated by the prowess and pleasure of Tojiâs dick.Â
âHah, haaaah, fuck,â he throws his head back with a hiss, his abdomen relaxing from the earlier flex. Then, your tail glides up from his abs, feeling up on his skin and roaming on his happy trail. He snickers at your feline-like comportment, âHeh, actinâ all cute now that you got what ya wanted, huh?â You say nothing, bashful to his words, while your tail curls up to his chin. âDonât go quiet on me now, dollface; I heard you squeaking and moaninâ seconds ago.â
Toji then returns to rut into you despite recovering from his climax, furled to have you shrieking uncontrollably for him. The smacks of his pelvis recoil the flesh of your ass, his come stuffed inside you now glued to his erection as he rocks into you balls-deep. âMmmm, yeah, thatâs right, baby,â he grabs your tail and wraps it around his hand to pull; you scream louder, and your vaginal walls clamp tighter than ever. âArch more frâ me, enjoy meânmmâŚ!âfuckinâ you real good.â
The pull of your tail makes your senses hypersensitive, perturbed by the stress of it being pulled, yet the enjoyment you feel from it is too inexorable to comprehend. Coherent sentences double down to undecipherable babbles, ââDaahh, hoohhfuucâD-Daddyyy, DaddyyyâŚ!!â Tears well up in your eyes as he inflicts blows to your ass, the pain too quick to prepare for yet the sting enough to make you rigid. ââToo much, ish tâoo muuuchâŚ!â
Another smack to your butt, and you howl once again. âHuh, ya say that, but yâre milkinâ my cock like crazy.â He bends down to remove your hands that try to hide your face and horns with the pillow. âWhat, ya donât like this? Hmm? Want me to stop?âÂ
âNo, nooo!!â You shook your head immediately; your vision blurred for a few seconds. âI loveee iit, I love this, love Daddyâs diickâAhaaa!! MoreâŚI want moreee!â Fuck, this is bad; any more than this, and youâll be addicted for sure.
âGood,â he whispers to your ears. Good Lord, you werenât going to survive. âBecause I ainât done witâ ya yet, princess.â
Before you can register his sentence fully, Toji straightens and lays on his side behind you, lifting your leg to create a suitable angle. He then plunges into you harder and faster, the different positions helping the sporadic cadence achieve deeper penetration while scraping your upper wall with ease. At this point, your body is too hot and sticky to care about anything else outside this room; your head pounding and too misty, your senses corrupted by the constant pokes to your cervix and the increasing haze that you donât feel human anymore. Your succubus roots flourish, drool escapes your lips, and wanting nothing but this feeling to remain ceaseless.
âGahh, ohhhDaddyyy, ahhahh,â eyes roll to your skull at the brush of your sweet spots. âShhoo good, I fweel shoo goooodâŚ! Harder, hardeeerr!âÂ
ââKhhck, goinâ as hard as I fuckinâ can!!â Toji kisses your cheek after a lick, chewing on it after hearing you mewl submissively. âJesus, this pussy, out of this fuckinââNnnghâŚworld.â
You turn to him and claim his lips, and he reciprocates into your steamy kiss. Vulgar tongues exchange spit and encroach on each otherâs mouth, and you helplessly suck on Tojiâs after he shoves it, your puffy lips intaking the attractive noises he makes. And you slither a hand down to your clitoris to swipe erratically while your tail goes around Tojiâs waist and curves into the crevice of his ass. Suddenly, Toji stiffens at the pointy end of your tail, tickling his anus, and the raven-haired man gasps at the insertion. Too stunned to speak, he can only move his hips rapidly, his white-ringed shaft digging deep into you with the help of stimulating his prostate.Â
ââTaahhh, y-you, lilâ minxâŚ!â He breaks the kiss and bites your lip to hear you whimper. âTryinâ ta make me cum again?â
You nod, breathing heavily. âOhhh, Daddy, Iâm so closeâŚ! Gonna come!â
âMe too, mama, me tooâŚâÂ
Hot moans and groans fly out of each otherâs mouths, bodies stuck to each other as you both chase for release. Everything feels so fast, so hot, happening all at once; all you can think about is the grinding presses you push up on your delicate clit. Fuck, fuck! Itâs coming, itâs comingâŚ!â
Then, it arrives. Your cunt, aching for the climax, receives the crescendo youâve been aching for this entire time. The walls of your vulva contract around Tojiâs member, milking and wringing him as you come loose to your grounding. A clear liquid exerts out of your urethra, showering out to stain your panties, torn pantyhose, and bedsheets, your breathing losing its steadiness and falling to a jagged tempo. The same goes for Toji, who falls into his peak along with you; your fluttering folds force him to submit and release his second load into you with a hiss. The older manâs heaving frame keeps bucking into you until every drop fills you to the brim, burrowing his face deep into your neck to rest as the shocks rock you both.
Finally, everything goes quiet. The cozy atmosphere pulls you out of your heightened elevation and lays you down with silent clarity. Both you and Toji, sweaty and sticky all over, are still linked to each other as the high dissipates. Shuddering figures begin to calm down and fall at ease with the tranquility.
Toji kisses your neck, and you croon until he comes to lay his lips on yours for a tender peck, then on your soft cheek and your temple. He then removes his flaccid bulge, white fluids oozing out of your hole. âDamn, that was good,â he mutters breathlessly. âHmm, how ya feelââ
The onyx-haired man couldnât finish his question because of the sudden change of positions you abruptly conducted. He now lays on his back with you straddling him; the calm tone switched to an unexpected spiking mood.Â
You then hand grab his dick and arrange it back to your raised hips. Viridian orbs widen. Wait. The tip meets your labia once more before you descend it down. What the fâhold onâ And then, his cock is swallowed back inside your wetness, and Toji grits his teeth.
 âSh-Shit, sweetie,â Tojiâs hands come to your waist. âWhatâs up, arenât yââ
âSorry, Toji,â the man surveys with confusion, watching you strip off and throw your shirt somewhere. Your naked chest is now out for him to see, and his breath hitches when you place your hands on his pectorals while a span of bat-like wings springs out from your back. ââŚThat wasnât enough.â
Wasnât enough?? He repeats with furrowed brows, noticing the half-lidded, lustful expression and the sharp dents of your canines. Then, it hits him:Â
âThe desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since itâs been a while since Iâve let my powers out, Iâm sure itâs nastier than everâŚâ
âŚOh, shit. âWait, we can talk aboutââ You get your answer once you bounce on his cock without notice, Toji nearly choking on his tongue. Nope, no room for prattling.
âYou let out so much, made my mind go so crazy,â you grind your hips on his pelvis, squeezing his limp cock while it gets firmer and firmer. âFeel so goodâŚMore, I want moreeeâŚâ
âC-Câmon now, baby, canât we take a break for a minute at leastââYou bring your face an inch away from his.
âDaddy,â your neighbor shudders at the gentle kiss you place under his chin. âPlease take care of me like you promised, âkay?â
Your gaze lured him in, a trap he was foolish enough to fall for. Because now, heâs stuck under your bow as you begin to inflict an inescapable rhythm, rebounding on his erection until the base meets your folds. Choked groans suppressed by Toji, but take his lips with yours, enforcing a loving yet salacious spell with your satisfied moans. Now, your crush realizes you werenât the meek, adorable neighbor he dotes on.Â
Tonight, he was yours to play like a fiddleâŚAnd shame on him for getting way more turned on than he should be!
Wow. Guess Iâm dyinâ tonight.
âââ ââ
ââ
â âââ
I should be fuckinâ dead right now.
Toji knew something was up when his eyelids opened, and his emerald eyes scanned the ceiling, instantly recognizing that he wasnât in his master bedroom. The rays of sunshine are blocked from the curtains, yet the light of day crawls in and basks the room in a low glow. Chirps of birds outside greet him on the basking of a new autumn day, lying comfortably in the cold, silky sheets of the bed.
He wakes to a bit of a headache, mentally and physically groggy. Attempts to move are already tricky and aches all over his body keep him grounded in the mattress. Ugh, feel like Iâve lost all feelinâ in my legs; the man canât even lift one leg without a grimace. And even his arms are challenging, one so oddly heavy as if itâs nailed down.Â
âFuck, man.â His first words of the day are a curse, irritated by the drum of his head. He tries to lift himself; again, itâs not possible, agitating the man even more. And why the fuck is my arm so heaâ
He doesnât finish his sentence â the answer reveals itself once he turns his head to the left.Â
He sees you, surprised to view you in your natural form still. Horns have grown a little larger, yet still small enough for you to rest your cheek on his shoulder. You were sound asleep, faint snores picked up by his ears as he examined your face at ease with a peaceful slumber. Nude, the both of you, a hand wrapped around his left arm to stick close to you while the other is stationed at his chest, your bat wings shriveled together to not get damaged. And judging by the snake-ish feeling, your tail was curled around his bare thigh.Â
Strangely innocent to see after the events of last night flash into Tojiâs recollection, funny to match such a lewd scenario to such a sweet face. He stifles a laugh, placing his right hand on the vulnerable one on him, his thumb caressing your knuckles as he grasps your fingers. Suddenly, some of the soreness he harbors feels light â glad I ainât dead, I guess.
Your eyes jit behind your eyelids, a soft groan as you suddenly move and scrunch your face. Finally, your drowsy eyes sheepishly flicker open. Lidded gaze fighting the spell of sleep with every bat of your eyes.
âMorninâ, gorgeous.â Toji greets you.
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
In real-time, Toji watches your somnolent morph into a gradual display of mortification. Heâs a little envious to see you spring up with no strain on your body, wings batting out of their relaxed state, and your hand still with his. âT-Toji??â You question directly, eyes surveying the nude neighbor in your bed, doing everything in your power to ignore the fact that youâre naked as well. Speaking of, you notice the subtle pink glow of your womb tattoo, and anxiety spikes to a high. âIâuhhâIâm so so sorry for last night! Sorry you had to bring me back home, and I didnât mean to act weirdly on you withâOoof?!â
âRelax,â he cuts you off by pulling you back to his lying frame, his left hand now free to snake on your shoulder. âDonât talk so fast; my headâs poundinâ like crazy.â
You blink aimlessly, awkward now that youâre fully aware youâre in this manâs embrace. You canât help recalling what transpired last night, suddenly feeling squeamish. ââŚYou okay?â
âI feel like my lifeâs been drained by my dick,â he answers bluntly, adding more weight to your embarrassment. âWakinâ up to a pretty face who nearly killed me with their pussy isnât somethinâ Iâd expect.âÂ
ââŚâŚsorry.â
âItâs alright,â calloused fingers glide and intertwine with his yours, stroking your thumb with his. âHad a good time either way. Wild, but good.â
âReallyâŚ?âÂ
âReally.â You probably shouldnât have peered up to see him look your direction. Albeit exhausted, his handsome face and sleepy grin ignite the heat on your cheeks. And your stomach flips, hearing a laugh when you meekly avert your gaze away. âHow many times did we do it?â
ââŚNot sure,â long enough for my womb tattoo to be blatant.Â
âMe either. Does that happen often?â
âSometimes? I guess itâs because I havenât done it for a long time, so I wentâŚoff the rails because of the intensity.â
âNoted, because I never felt so old until now. I probably pulled somethinâ.â
ââŚ.Sorry.â
âYâre good,â Toji scoffs before moving to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and your heart skips the tighter his hand holds your hand. âTell ya what, I can help you with that cycle of yours, probablyâŚtwice a month, so it doesnât get too crazy like last night. And donât use yâre powers or some shit to make me forget, either. I donât wanâ that.â
You lift your face from his shoulder, the heat spreading to your ears. âYou donât have to do that, Toji, I wouldnâtââ
âNah, Iâm down; itâs what neighbors for. Besides, it finally gives me a reason to make ya interact with me more.â Again, his smug smirk causes knots in your stomach. âLike the sound of that, mama? Let Daddy take care of you?â
Your lips quiver, and you hide your face back onto his shoulder. The rumble of his laughter worsens the butterflies in your stomach, and your tail squeezes on his thigh. âDonât say it like that, Toji!â
âYâr tail seems to like it.â
âStop it!â
âą đđđŹđđđŤđĽđ˘đŹđ
Š đđ¨đŹđĄđ˘đ đŤđđ˛2024 â reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly â header art by tamayura banko + dividers by @cafekitsune.
#đŻđđđđ Ëââ§ę°á â ŕťęą â§âË đžđđđđđ: đđđđ#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#toji smut#toji fushiguro smut#toji x you#toji x y/n#fushiguro toji x reader#fushiguro toji x you#toji fanfic#fushiguro toji smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fic#jjk x reader smut#jjk fic
3K notes
¡
View notes
Note
Can I request hcs for batboys experiencing the best blowjobs in their life from their s/o who is shy and has no experience in the sexual activities (like this is their first time doing and they were eager to please the boys)?
đĽA/n: YES!!!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!!!
đĽCharacter(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader
đĽCw: smut, blowjob, dirty talk, praise, inexperienced/virgin!reader
đĽminors dni
Dick Grayson :
he's more than a little cocky at first, cooing at you and treating you like a precious little angel. your inexperience and eagerness definitely turns him on a bit, and that makes him all the more susceptible to how skilled you are at giving him head
thinks it's cute how shy you are, and definitely wants you to be naked beneath him. he doesn't mind if you touch yourself while your pleasuring him, and thinks it's adorable how your eyes widen when you see how big he is
how is that going to fit in your mouth?
while he does tease and mock you just a liiiittle, Dick isn't an asshole
he talks you through it the entire time as he's gently pushing his cock into your mouth, praising you for taking him so well and brushing the tears from your eyes when you gag on his length
when you start sucking him off, Dick swears he's in heaven. he can't help but buck his hips and grind against your face, and it takes everything in him to restrain himself from grabbing a fistfull of your hair and fucking your throat
his head is tossed back and his thighs are twitching, he's mumbling out praises and unashamedly moaning your name like it's a prayer
if you tease him a bit like he did to you and edge him, he will cry and bitch and moan about it until you let him cum.
also, this man has STAMINA expect him to last a little while. if you end up getting too needy and start masturbating while sucking him off, Dick will instruct you on what to do, what pace you should set, and if you end up edging him, he'll make you edge yourself as well. i don't think he's a very strict dom often, but he is commanding when it comes to this. loooveesss when you moan around his cock, the vibrations make him even louder and he is not ashamed of screaming your name when he comes like a porn star. (literally everyone in a mile radius is traumatized)
for your first time, i dont think he'd make you swallow his cum, and it would take a little while until he asks to cum in your mouth. i do think he prefers if u swallow it though. and if you show him his cum in your mouth before swallowing? be prepared for at least 2 more rounds of him just eating you out cuz that turns him on SO QUICK. he prefers to cum in your mouth but won't for the first time out of fear that you think he's a weirdo (he is)
Jason Todd :
Jason is also big on praising you, especially when it comes to your first time sucking him off. he wants to make the experience as comfortable for you as possible and is adamant about having you tap out if anything makes you uncomfortable
thinks its hot when you kneel in front of him, he has a bit of a size kink and you in a smaller position turns him on more than he'd like to admit
makes you suck on his fingers before he lets you suck on his cock. he's a little bit mean and makes you spit on his dick as lube, there's something about how sloppy it is that makes him feral
holds your jaw while you take him in your mouth and coos the sweetest praises as you adjust to his size. Jason is quick to calm any anxieties you have about not being able to take him, and his hand doesn't leave your face the entire time you suck him off. whenever you gag or gasp around him, his thumb runs soothingly over your cheek and he pulls out ever so slightly
talks you through it at first, giving you firm instructions on how to please him.
"fuuck, yea doll, swirl your tongue jus' like that. see baby, you're a natural, practically made f'my cock.."
lots of soft grunts and groans with the occasional whine. he isn't as much of a talker as he begins to get close, but is still pretty vocal
prefers to pull out and cum on your chest, he definitely would not cum on your face but wouldn't mind cumming in your mouth. your chest is definitely his preference though, and he loves when you look up at him with big doe eyes as his release drips down your front
definitely returns the favor and makes you cum at least twice, and is also big on aftercare!!
Bruce Wayne :
listen, while Bruce is definitely into blowjobs, he gets off on your pleasure more than his own. he'll buy you one of those remote controlled vibrators to use on you while your sucking him off, and increases the vibrations when he's close so you both cum at the same time
very gentle with you. he doesn't want to make you gag or hurt you, and he keeps a cautious hand gently resting on the top of your head as you take him into your mouth
loooots of praise, especially when you moan around his cock from the vibrator
Bruce is very quiet during sex in general, but he's a little more vocal than usual when receiving head. he lets out soft sighs and groans of pleasure, mixed in with praises and affectionate whispers of your name
"yes, darling, just like that... so good f'me..."
his thighs twitch and shudder a looot when you suck him off, and his back arches ever so slightly <3 its a very pretty sight to see
while your first time would probably be in the safety and comfort of your bedroom, Bruce loves the intensity of semi-public sex. he definitely wants you to suck him off under his desk, the risk and thrill of being caught all the more prominent whenever footsteps are heard walking by his office doors
likes teasing you and edging you with the vibrator, he wants this to be a pleasurable experience for both of you but may tease you just a bit about cumming untouched
prefers to cum in your mouth, but he'll ask if it's okay before he does so. its a bit of a dirty secret, but he loves kissing you after you gave him head and tasting himself on your tongue. he isn't exactly possessive, but it arouses him more than he'd care to admit
very sweet with aftercare! he'll chuckle at you a bit if you complain about having a sore jaw, but otherwise treats you very well. he definitely always eats you out after you auck him off, even though you've already came. he also would be into experimenting with the remote control vibrator some more if your interested.... đ
if this seems a teensy bit bad then im sorry, i wrote it while very sleep deprived đ
ANYWAYS!!! HOPE U ENJOYED!!!! plsplsoslspslsps PLEASE send in jason todd asks this is not a drill
#dc x reader#dc smut#dc imagine#dick grayson x reader#nightwing x reader#dick grayson smut#nightwing smut#dick grayson imagine#nightwing imagine#jason todd x reader#jason todd smut#jason todd imagine#red hood x reader#red hood smut#red hood imagine#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne smut#bruce wayne imagine#batman x reader#batman smut#batman imagine#nightwing#red hood#batman#dick grayson#jason todd#bruce wayne
5K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Heads up for anyone who orders from walmart.com*, they've started lumping their missing AND damaged claims together in their system, and you now have to wait 48 hours for BOTH, not just the missing packages now.
So I am going to have to wait til Monday for my little 2.50 box of bullion cubes that arrived broken open to process. :/
A moment of sympathy for all the customer service people having to deal with this right now.
*yes yes walmart is terrible, but my options are limited where i live, and by my inability to drive, and the fact that the public transportation in this area is a nightmare.
24 notes
¡
View notes
Note
imagine being fwbs with gojo n in the middle of folding you like a lawn chair he noses at your cheek n goes âhey do u wanna be my girlfriend?â
⊠â§âË âŠ BEST OF THE BEST â GOJO SATORU.
contents. fwb! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, non canon compliant (suguru and shoko are ur friend group >:( tyvm), very cheesy ending my b, yes i made a reference to this is where youâre weak, right? sue me, petnames (sweetheart, sweet girl, princess, baby)
âbet you were waitinâ for this all day, huh sweetheart?â satoru always has a way with wordsâa very unique, special, and irritating way with words that routinely manages to get under your skin.
you would scoffâin fact, you would call him quite a colorful variation of words if his thick cock wasnât pressing comfortably against your sweet spot.
so instead, you gasp a quiet, âf-fuckâright there.â
âyeah, i know,â he chuckles, âthis is where you need me, huh? where youâre weak?â
you canât do anything but whimper at that, hands wrapped tightly around him as they claw into his shoulder. he always wears the marks you leave like a good sport tooâshows up to the gym in a tank top that shows them off good and well, right for suguru to see them clear as day. you almost block satoru right on the spot when he sends you a selfie in the mirror, showing off the angry marks with a wink following.
itâs a bit of a predicament, fucking your high school friend and not letting anyone know. the idea of shoko and suguru finding out that every other night, satoru is in your bed as his cum leaks out of your abused cunt is enough to make you nauseousâbut never nauseous enough not to open the door for him.
the most unfortunate fact youâve learned in your life is that satoru knows how to fuckâin fact, he knows how to fuck you well enough that you let him come back. itâs a bit shameful, really, the way you let him knock on your door, the way you open it and let him in, the way you actually fuck him and let him sleep in your bed until the morning.
and then (because heâs an asshole) he wakes up, gives you a sly wink, and murmurs iâll be back soon, yeah? keep that bed warm for me, sweetheart.
âc-close, toruââm gonnaâŚ.gonnaââ
âgonna what? cum? already? barely even fucked you yet,â he hums, hooking your leg over his shoulder before all but pressing you in half. you mewl at the way his tip brushes past your folds and splits you in halfâdeeper this time with the new position. âlook at that,â he coos, staring down at the way his cock slips in and out of you, âtakinâ me so well, sweet girl. i think you can go a bit longer, donât you?â
âm-more, moreâneedââ
âi know, i know,â he grins, âneed me to fuck you dumb, donât you? donât worry, princess. iâll give you more.â
his hips snap into you, pelvis rocking against yours as his pre cum and your slick mix, making a mess between your bodies as it coats your skin. you gasp, pulling satoru closer as his head falls to tuck into your shoulder, his labored breaths fanning against the shell of your ear.
ââs good,â you whine, âf-feels good, toru.â
âyeah? feel that? squeezinâ me so tight, i can barely move,â he groans, letting out a sweet, low sound into your ear that has your spine shiveringâyou think you could come undone from that, from the sounds he makes as your walls flutter around him.
you think everything about satoru is enough to send you over the edge, from the sound of his voice to that pretty face of his when he spills into you.
you know heâs closeâyou can feel the slight twitch of his cock as his pace gets sloppier, as his thumb finds your clit and rubs desperate circles into the sensitive nerves, as he practically presses your knees to your shoulders and bullies his throbbing cock deep into your dripping cunt. and youâre close too, head spinning as your eyes flutter shut and your lips part with a broken wail.
âc-closeââgonna cum, toru,â you gasp, voice coming in labored pants as his breath hitches.
you look perfect like thisâlike youâre his, like your body was made for him to touch in sinful ways, like it was his cock that was always supposed to fit into you and make you fall apart. his hand grabs yours, and without thinking, both of your fingers interlace.
âbaby,â he hums, his nose pressing into your cheek as he kisses the skin softly, ââm gonna make you mine, yeah? wanna be my girlfriend? my sweet girl? you want it, right?â
you should be shockedâyou should stop and ask him what he means, what heâs playing at, what he thinks heâs doing toying with your mind.
instead, you gasp, pulling him closer as your walls spasm around him, back arching and eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly snaps and you cum. hard. harder than heâs ever made you before. does the idea of being his really do that to you? does the idea of being his sweet, precious girl outside of your bed at night really send you hurdling over the edge like that?
evidently, it doesâand your high sends him right into his own. like he needs you to fall apart so he can too, like the way he knows you feel good makes him feel good too. maybe he does want you, maybe itâs not a sick joke. the way his voice cracks with a strained call of your name certainly says as muchâthe way his hand tightens its grip on yours, the way his hips rut desperately as he presses impossibly closer, the way he presses hot, scattered kisses along your cheek and jaw as he groans through his release.
itâs messy. itâs filthy. itâs downright dirty the way satoru fucks his cum into you, letting it drip down your thighs and mark your skinâbut it feels like being his.
you think you might want that.
heâs gentle when he finishesâcarefully unhooks your legs from his shoulders before running a hand along your thigh and squeezing as he observes the cum dripping between your legs. you huff when he collapses over you, glaring at him as his weight presses onto your form.
âyouâre heavy,â you grunt, smacking at his shoulder.
he hums, nose pressing to your jaw as he kisses it. ânot moving till you answer me.â
âsatoru, donât joke aboutââ
âhow rude,â he gasps, âyou think i would joke while iâm balls deep inââ
âoh my god,â you groan, covering your face with your hands, âplease stop talking.â
he grins, chuckling as he shuffles up to bury his face into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. âyou donât wanna be my girlfriend? thatâs gonna hurt my feelings, yâknow.â
satoru has always been like that, wearing an easy grin and plastering that playfulness on like a second skin. you can hear it thoughâthe slight unease in his voice. you canât fathom letting everyone know that sometimes, you let satoru fuck youâŚbut maybe knowing that sometimes, you hold hands, and maybe kiss, and perhaps snuggle on the couch, and potentially even share a bed to sleep, not just fuck, but sleepâmaybe they can know that.Â
that doesnât sound so bad.Â
âthat depends,â you hum, pretending to think, âhow good at being a boyfriend are you?â
âexcellent,â he plays along, âbest of the best.â
âthatâs just big talk. you could be lying for all i know,â you point outâbut your fingers slip into his hair, twirling the sweaty strands along your fingers.Â
âwell, youâll just have to let me prove iâm a good boyfriendâso that means i have to be your boyfriend. sorry, itâs the only way.â
if satoru hears the giggle you try to hide as you sigh exaggeratedly, he doesnât mention it, lips pulling into a giddy smile as he pulls his head out of your neck and presses his forehead to yours. your hands cup his cheeks, squeezing gently.
âi guess if this is the only way,â you shake your head theatrically, âyou can be my boyfriend. for now.â
âiâm grateful,â he snortsâand then thereâs a peck to your lips. one, two, three gentle kisses before he presses a lingering one. itâs sweet, and slow, and just a bit needy as he presses deeper into you. ânow i can tell suguru the scratches on my back are yours. heâs been asking a lot.â
leave it to satoru to speak and ruin the moment just by opening his mouth.
âsatoru,â you hiss, throwing him a sharp look, âi think youâd be a better boyfriend when your mouth is shut.â
âthen i canât kiss you,â he gasps, âthatâs the best part of being my girlfriend.â
and just to prove it, he kisses you againâand maybe, although you hate to admit it, heâs right. it is the best part.Â
i wanna be his girlfriend :(
#thirstee!#teepods.writings#thirsts.#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#gojo smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you
22K notes
¡
View notes
Text
My Girl (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)
A/N: Hey guys!! So sorry this took so long. Here is the secret relationship/breeding kink fic. I honestly really like this one...and I hope you guys do too. Was listening to "Juna" by Clairo while writing it, but went with "My Girl" for the title. ENJOY!
Summary: You and Logan have been in a secret relationship for months, but everything comes to a head when a new mutant visits the Institute, and won't leave you alone...Logan shows him, and you, who your man is.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!!! Thigh riding, Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), breeding kink, praise kink, possessive!Logan, jealous!Logan, unspecified/implied!Age Gap, established relationship, creepy!OC who hits on reader and doesn't lay off, minor violence, afab!/fem!reader, fluff/feelings, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it?
Word Count: 5,313 this is why it took so long also, smut right under the cut...
You remember the first time he fucked you, vividly.Â
It was late at night, after a mission. You almost died in his arms. And that was what broke that thing inside him, the burden of time that he carries, that deep-seated pain that made it justifiable to stay away from you. He had held back for so longâhad done his all to resist falling for you. He was screwed from the beginning, and he knew that. But he had become so terrified at the thought of losing you that he hadnât realized it could happen all the same if he stayed awayâif he forced himself to remain a friend.Â
So, when he fucked you that first time, that first night, he fucked you like itâd be the lastâthe only time.Â
âGoddammit, so fucking perfect,â he mumbled, his lips bruising yours, shoving himself deep insideâas deep as you could take him. âNeeded you this whole time. Canât live without you.â
âLogan,â you whined, his hips snapping against yours. âD-donât stop, please.â âNever gonna stop, pretty girl,â he promised. âCanât go back. Canât be anywhere but here.â
For months now, youâve been togetherâbut nobody knows. Thereâs no doubt about commitmentânothing casual about the relationship in the slightest. You start and end every day in Loganâs bed. Youâve talked about running off together, getting married, and settling down. For the first time in his long life, Logan sees a future where heâs happyâgenuinely happy.Â
The sun peaks through the curtains. You curl yourself into Loganâs chest. His arms are wrapped around your back, holding you tight against him, even in his sleep. You listen to his breathing as the fall breeze creeps through the open window. Everything is calm and quiet in the morning, when everyone is still tucked away in their bedrooms, sound asleep.Â
Logan groans, tugging you closer to him, nuzzling his face into your neck. âGo back to sleep.â His voice is heavy, laden with exhaustion. âToo early.â He kisses the spot just under your ear, and you moan involuntarily, feeling extra sensitive in the haze of the morning. He smiles softly against your neck, and kisses you again, his teeth grazing your skin. You moan louder this time, intertwining your legs with Loganâs. âLove those pretty little noises you make.â
âFeels good,â you murmur, his thigh slotting between your legs, pressing against your core. You canât help but grind down on his thigh, rocking your hips back and forth. âNeed you, Lo,â you beg.Â
âYouâre gonna ruin me,â Logan husks, his palms warm against your bare skin as he slips underneath your shirtâwhich is really his.Â
Heâs slow in the morning, pressing soft kisses on your bare shoulders, letting his touch linger longer than normal. He likes the peace of it allâwaking up to each other, smelling you next to him, feeling the other side of his bed warm and full of you. When he fucks you, early like this, he takes his time.Â
His fingertips trace the curves of your stomach, falling into your dips, gripping your flesh. Logan breathes you in, his lips softly melting into yours. âStill too early?â You mumble between soft, lazy kisses.Â
âNever too early to want you,â Logan husks, dragging his thigh against your core again. âAlways need you.â You can feel his erection through his boxers. âGonna take care of my girl. Gonna make youââ
Thereâs a knock at the door. âLogan?â Itâs Scottâs voice on the other side. He knocks again. âLogan, you in there?â
Logan tries to ignore him, his fingertips dragging down your sides, bumping into the hem of your panties as he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down the hollow of your throat. You let out a breathy moan as Logan bites down on your pulse point. He smiles under your jaw at the soft sound, content that you canât hold back.Â
âLogan,â you whisper, running your hands up his arms, to his shoulders, your fingertips finding the nape of his neck. âHeâs not gonna stop.â
Sure enough, Scott knocks again. âLogan, I know youâre in there,â he calls, banging on the door now. âWake up. We have some tech guy on his way.âÂ
Logan groans into your neck. âWhy do you need me, Summers?â Logan licks your collarbone teasingly, hiking your t-shirt farther up your body.Â
âHeâsâŚa mutant,â Scott explains. âHe can speak with machines, computers, codeâyou name it, he can do it. Heâs gonna fix some stuff around the mansion. Charles asked me to make sure youâre awake just in caseâŚâ Scott trails off.
Logan finishes Scottâs sentence. âIn case everything goes to shit?âÂ
âI wasnât going to say that,â Scott huffs, likely shaking his head on the other side of the door. âBut yes. In case things donât go as planned. Iâm also looking forâ"
But Logan cuts Scott off, saying your name for him.Â
âYeah, I canât find her. Do you know where she mightââ
âOn a run,â Logan chimes in, and you suppress your laughter by pressing your face into his chest. âSheâll be back soon.â Loganâs arms wrap around your back, holding you against him.Â
âAlright,â Scott says, shuffling, slowly stepping away from the door. âIf you see her, let her know whatâs going on, okay?â
âTrust me bub,â Logan husks, his fingers digging into your flesh, tickling you. âIâll make sure she knows.âÂ
Scott mumbles something unintelligible as he walks down the hallway, his footsteps echoing as he disappears down the stairs.Â
Loganâs lips are attached to your neck again, sucking playfully. âWhere were we?â He teases, his nails grazing down your back. His palms settle on your ass, squeezing your flesh tightly in his hands.Â
You moan, your chest flush with his. âLogan,â you whine. âWe need to get up,â you insist, your hands pushing against Loganâs broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscular biceps. âCanât stay in bed anymore.â
Logan grunts, his thigh still nudged between your legs, rocking into your core. You want him, and itâs tempting to let him take you right here, right now. But you canât. And he knows it. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and pulls you tightly into his chest. âLater,â he promises, his lips finding the shell of your ear. You smile at the thought. There was always a later with Logan.
You snuck out of Loganâs room, unnoticed, as always. It was still earlyâtoo early for the ruckus of a morning at the mansion to begin. You got ready for the day and slipped downstairs. Youâre still shocked at just how oblivious the rest of the team is. Truly, no one knows about you and Logan.Â
Youâre in the kitchen now, nursing a cup of coffee, waiting for the day to start. Familiar, heavy footsteps approach, and you smile before you can even see his face.Â
âHi pretty girl,â Logan coos, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your front. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his chest and the strength of his heartbeat. He presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and walks over to the coffee pot.Â
Scott enters the kitchen as Logan takes his first sip of coffeeâone second earlier and he would have seen Logan holding you. âThe guy is here,â Scott announces from the doorway. He looks at you and smiles. âOh! Hey! How was your run?â He asks cheerfully.Â
You almost spit out your coffee, remembering what you were actually doing this morning. âGreat!â You say, doing your all to hold back your laughter. âSurprisingly relaxing.â Logan snorts and plays it off like heâs sniffling.
Scott smiles, none the wiser, and nods, cocking his head towards the hallway just outside the kitchen. âCome meet the tech guy!â He backs out of the doorway and into the hallway. Logan settles his coffee cupâwhich reads #1 Professorânext to yours on the counter and gives your waist a quick squeeze as you hop out of the chair. You walk shoulder to shoulder into the foyer. All the signs of your relationship are thereâout in the openâand yet, still, no one seems to catch them.
You step into the foyer, and thereâs Scott and the Professor by the front door, chatting with a younger manâwhoâs about your age. The manâs eyes find yours, and he smiles softly. âHi there!â He calls, waving. âIâm Mark!â He strides away from Scott and the Professor and towards you. âBut you can call me Techno.â He smirks and winks, extending his hand out, waiting for you to take it.
Logan grabs his hand instead, gripping it tightly, catching Mark off guard. âWolverine,â Logan growls. âAnd you canât call me Logan,â he adds, gritting his teeth. âSo, you turn on computers, bub?âÂ
Mark grimaces, wrenching his hand from Loganâs grasp. âA little more than that,â he asserts, closing his eyes and bawling his fists. You look up as the lights flicker, and televisions turn on and off. Your cell phone rings in your pocket, and you pull it out. The screen reads:Â Incoming Call from Mark.
Your lips part. âHow did youâŚâ You trail off.Â
Mark shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. âMy powers essentially let me communicate with electricity and tech,â he explains. You can practically hear Logan seething beside you.Â
âA technopath,â Charles offers as he rolls over to join the three of you with Scott in tow.Â
âExactly,â Mark says, nodding to Charles. âMakes it easy to put my number into pretty girlsâ phones.â Mark winks at you, and you press your lips into a straight line in response.Â
You shake your head. âIâm not interââ
Youâre cut off by the sound of Loganâs claws unsheathing. âThese,â Logan pauses, lifting his claws to Mark. âMake it real easy to hurt creeps who put their numbers into girlsâ phones without asking first, bub.âÂ
Mark rolls his eyes, and the corners of your lips twitch up. You try to force down your smile, try to slow the rhythm of your heart. You secretly liked when Logan got possessive over you. He was inherently protective, and youâd be lying if you said it didnât turn you on just a little.Â
âLetâs stay on course,â Charles reprimands, guiding Mark to the hallway to the left with a wave of his hand. âLet me show you some of the machines Iâd like you to work on.â
âIt would be my pleasure, Professor Xavier,â Mark says harshly, his eyes locked on Logan as he backs away to follow Charles and Scott.
Logan lowers all but his center claw, giving Mark the middle finger as he turns around. âDonât mind Logan,â Scott says as they disappear into a room, the door shutting behind them.
âLogan,â you whisper, now that everyone is gone. âDonât worry,â you assure, bringing a hand to his shoulder.Â
He turns to look at you. âHeâs a fucking creep.â
âItâs going to be fine.â
 It is not going well, or fine.
Mark is something of a nuisance. Heâs only been here for an hour, but he has already created multiple excuses to talk to you, to pull you away from whatever task is at hand.Â
Youâre in the middle of teaching an English class, discussing Mrs. Dalloway with a group of older students. âSo, what are we to make of Clarissa and Sallyâs relationship?â You ask the students, to no avail.Â
This was your hardest class of the dayâespecially given the fact that youâre not even a decade older than most of the students. You had joined the X-Men in your early 20s, your powers having shown themselves a bit later than in most mutants, and only a few years have passed since then. Convincing the students who have been here their whole lives that you deserve to teach has been nothing short of a challenge.Â
So, when Mark butts his head in on your class, annoyance burns through your body. You take a deep breath and swallow down your frustration.Â
âHey!â He chimes, his head poking through the open classroom door. âMind if I take a look at your computer really quick?â
The class perks up, more focused on you than they were just seconds ago. You fake a smile, nodding and pushing yourself off the front of your desk so that he has space to access the computer.Â
He slips behind the desk and smiles widely. âYou didnât have to move,â he remarks. âWouldâve been nice to have you close.â
You want to gag. You turn away from the students, whispering so they canât hear. âListen,â you chide, narrowing your eyes. âI am not interested, so could you pleaseââ
âWhat are you doing in here, asshole?â Loganâs voice echoes against the walls of the classroom. For the first time all year, the class is paying incredibly close attention. âThe Professor told you to check the computers in the lab down the hall.â Logan fully enters the room, striding over to Mark, his hands bawled into fists at his sides. âBeat it, bub.â
âWhatever,â Mark mutters, his head down as he exits the classroom. The bell rings, and the class stands, grabbing their things and filing out the door.Â
You groan. âPlease read the next twenty pages for tomorrow!â You shout over the hubbub and shuffling of students. âI know itâs a challenging novel, but I think you guys canâŚâ The students are gone before you can finish your sentence. âHandle it.âÂ
Logan smiles sympathetically, closing the distance between you and him. His presence is comforting, warm, everything youâve ever needed. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. âSorry,â he apologizes, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. âDidnât mean to make your class harder than it is already.â
You take a deep breath, your annoyance fading away. âYou helped,â you whisper. âMark is the one who ruined things,â you insist. âHe wonât leave me alone.â
Logan chuckles. âYou donât like him?â He teases. âDonât like a guy your own age flirting with you?â Heâs egging you on, trying to joke, but you can tell part of him is a bit serious.Â
You shake your head. âOnly like you.â You press your lips to the hollow of his throat and Logan grunts.Â
He reluctantly pulls away, the palms of his hands dragging down your arms, his fingers intertwining with yours. âGotta get to my class,â he husks, his fingers slipping, tugging longingly as he steps to the door. âMeet me after?â He asks, but he already knows the answer. Youâll be outside his classroom door before the bell rings, waiting for him.
You nod, and he smiles, his hands gripping the doorframe like some invisible magnet is pulling him away, and heâd give anything to spend another second with you. He slips down the hallway, and into his classroom.Â
You spend the next thirty minutes or so grading papers, waiting for the period to end so that you can walk across the hall to Loganâs class. Another few minutes pass, and you start to collect your things, readying yourself to meet Logan. Your heart thumps in your chest at the thought, even after all the months youâve spent together.Â
You grab your bag and head to the door, closing it behind you and locking up. You cross the hall and stand outside Loganâs door. Heâs teaching a younger group of kidsâten to eleven-year-olds. You would trade places with him in a heartbeat if you could. The younger students loved you. There was no question of respect, no doubt of your power. But Logan was given the class as a challengeâCharles wanted to test his patience.Â
And, honestly, seeing him with the children did something to you. You loved watching the way he doted on them, carefully explaining material in a way theyâd understand. He was an excellent teacher, and one day, youâre sure, heâd make an even better father. You find yourself falling into fantasy: Logan, late at night, a babyâyour babyâon his chest. You can see it nowâhim changing a diaper, teaching the child to walk. Your heart squeezes in your chest, your eyes falling closed as you daydream about the futureâyour future together.Â
Youâre so distracted that you donât hear Mark walk up to youâdonât feel his hand grab your shoulder.
You yelp and jump. âOh my god,â you mumble, turning around and coming face to face with him.Â
âDidnât mean to scare you,â he says, his hand lingering for far too long on your shoulder. He finally peels away, his arms falling to his sides. He leans against the wall, trying to appear casual and cool. âWhat are you doing tonight?â
The bell rings before you can think of a polite way to shoo Mark away, and the students exit Loganâs classroom, happily shouting greetings in your direction. You stood outside Loganâs door every day, and the students were always excited to see you.
A few of them run up to hug you, complaining about Loganâs gruffness. When they hear Loganâs footsteps approaching the door, they bolt down the hallway, their laughter booming against the walls.Â
Logan steps out into the hall, and he groans audibly when he sees Mark next to you. But Mark ignores Logan, his eyes trained on yours. âGot plans?â He asks again.Â
You roll your eyes. âDude, Iâm not interested!â You groan, too irritated to pretend to be nice. Mark smirks and parts his lips, ready to persist like the creep he is.
Logan steps in front of you, his claws already out. âListen, bub,â he growls, his claws just inches from Markâs chest. âIf you donât fuck off and stop harassing my girl, weâre gonna have a problem.â
Mark scoffs. âMy girl? What are you, her father? You canât possibly be dating her.â
You can see the anger in Loganâs eyes, the honest rage. âLo,â you soothe. âDonât do it.â But you know itâs too late. His decision is already made.
Logan shoves Mark against the wall, his claws pressed against his throat. âIâm her fucking boyfriend, bub,â he grunts as Mark squirms helplessly under his hold.Â
âOh, her boyfriend?â He teases, despite the fear in his eyes. âArenât you too old to be a boyfriend?â
Logan shoves him harder into the wall, and Mark yelps pathetically, like a small dog. âMore serious than that,â Logan asserts. âGuessing you wouldnât know anything about that though, would you?âÂ
âAlright, break it up!â Scottâs voice echoes from down the hall. He runs over, Jean and the Professor by his side. Rogue and Gambit follow close behind. But Logan doesnât budge, the tips of his claws almost digging hard enough to draw blood.Â
You bring your hand to Loganâs shoulder. âHe isnât gonna hurt me,â you whisper to Logan. âI could handle him easily if he tried.â You slide your hand to the nape of his neck, trying to soothe him, to relax him. âNothingâs going to happen, okay?âÂ
Logan retracts his claws and lets go of Mark, who stutters away from Logan and into the center of the hallway. âIâm getting the fuck out of here!â Mark shouts, but Logan doesnât react. He simply intertwines his fingers with yours.Â
âYou okay?â He asks, his thumb brushing circles into the side of your hand.Â
You arch a brow. âAre you okay?â You smile and lean into him.Â
âSoâŚâ Scott trails off, interrupting. âYou two areâŚâ
âTogether.â You finish his sentence, your eyes still on Loganâs. You can feel the tension in his shoulders stretch down to his hand. Heâs rigid, still on edge. You know he needs to get out of here, needs to be alone with you.Â
âHow long has this been going on?â Scott asks, genuinely caught off guard. âDid anyone know about this?âÂ
You turn to the team to see heads shaking side to sideâsave for the Professor. âI did, of course,â Charles confesses. âBut I felt it was best left a secret until the two lovebirds decided otherwise.â
Rogue shakes her head, the corners of her mouth twitching up. âI canât believe you never told me!âÂ
âTold you what?â Jubilee calls from down the hall, approaching the group. She blows a bubble as she stands next to Rogue, her eyes trailing down to where your and Loganâs hands connect. Her eyes widen and her bubble bursts. âNo way!â She cheers, jumping up and down.Â
âSettle down,â Charles laughs, extending his hand down the hall to where Mark was just moments ago. âScott, make sure our technopath friend makes it out the door alive.â Scott nods and heads down the hall. Charles turns to you and Logan. âAs for the two of you,â he pauses, winking. âWeâll discuss more at a later point.â
You smile in understanding, and Logan squeezes your handâanother sign itâs time to go. Heâs still worked up about Mark; he needs to get this out of his system, needs to relieve all the built-up tension.Â
âGot something I need to take care of,â Logan says to the group, tugging you down the hallway. Â
He strides through the mansion, practically yanking your arm out of your socket. âLogan,â you whisper, trying to catch his attention. Youâve never seen him like thisârage and jealousy like fire in his eyes, dripping from his pores. He leads you up the stairs and towards his bedroom, and it suddenly dawns on you what exactly he needs to take care of.Â
Logan pushes the door open and slams it closed the second youâre inside. His hands are immediately on you, grabbing at the pillowy flesh of your ass, pinning you to the door. His lips find yoursâhungry and rough, the wiry hairs of his beard scratching your face. He tastes you, his tongue seeking more of you as it swipes across your lower lip. You open your mouth, inviting him in, your tongue tangling with his.
Logan hoists you up without breaking the kiss, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his erection straining inside his jeans, pressing against your heat. He grinds into you as one hand slips under your top and drags up your back, holding you tightly against him.Â
âNeed you,â he mumbles against your lips. âAlways fucking need you.â He tears you away from the door and towards the bed. He throws you onto the mattress and climbs over you, slowly, like an animal stalking its prey. âTell me you need me, pretty girl.â
âN-need you,â you stutter as he settles on top of you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.Â
âIâm not too old for you?â Logan teases, one of his hands loosening its grasp on your arm and trailing down your body, settling on the hem of your shirt. âYou donât wanna be with anyone else?â He hikes up your top, pushing it above your breasts.Â
You can feel the heat pooling between your legs. âNo,â you whine, arching your back as his fingertips play with the bottom of your bra. âOnly wanna be with you,â you breathe as Logan slowly, teasingly pulls your bra up. âPlease,â you beg, spreading your legs wider. âWant you to fuck me.âÂ
Logan smirks, finally tugging your bra and top over your head and casting them to the floor. âGonna take care of you, sweetheart,â Logan soothes, palming your breasts with his free hand, rolling your nipples under his thumb.Â
âFuck,â you moan as he pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.Â
Logan hums, his fingertips trailing across the valley of your breasts, doing the same on the other side. Logan pinches harder, and you moan louder this time. âThatâs it,â he coos, his lips finding your pulse point, sucking roughly. âDonât be quiet, darlinâ,â he demands. You whisper his name, your voice whiny and needy. âShow me how much you need me. Keep making those pretty little noises, baby.â
âFeels good,â you whimper as his hand traces down your stomach, to your hips, gathering the fabric of your skirt in his fist and yanking it up to your waist.
He chuckles darkly. âYou wore this just for me?â He asks, his thumb hooking inside the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. âWanted to make it easier for me to fuck you?â
âFuck, yes, just for you,â you pant, watching as Logan lifts himself off you, tugging his t-shirt up and over his head. He dexterously unclasps his belt buckle and throws the leather to the floor. He balances on his forearm as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers. âIâm all yours, Lo,â you promise as he presses his forehead to yours.
Loganâs hand glides down your side, slipping between your legs and finding your folds. You moan as his fingertips prod at your entrance, spreading your slick. âFuck, all this is for me?â He pinches your clit before swiping through your folds again. âYouâre soaked already, princess.â His fingertips brush your clit, tracing achingly slow circles into the bud.Â
You rock your hips against Loganâs touch, searching for more friction. âLogan, need you,â you whine, squirming underneath him. âIâm yours.â
âAll mine?â He whispers, his touch suddenly disappearing. You groan at the loss of contact. âSay it again, pretty girl,â he demands, guiding his cock to your folds.Â
âAll yours,â you answer, trying to move your hips lower to feel just an inch of him. âPlease justââ
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he slams into you, down to the hilt with one thrust. He throbs against your walls as he works you open, his hips still, his cock splitting you in two. âFuck,â Logan grunts. âSo fucking tight. Perfect little pussy. Wanna stay right here forever. Maybe I wonât even fuck you. Maybe Iâll just make you sit on my cock.â
But you need him to move, need him to take you. âLogan, f-fuck me,â you choke, trying to move your hips. His hand grips your waist, stopping you from sliding up his length. âPlease, move,â you plead.Â
âSo impatient,â he chides, kissing you bruisingly, biting your lips. He finally pulls out and slams back in, bottoming out again. His hand slides down your waist and slips between your legs. âYou gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you the way I want?âÂ
His hand is just above your clit, inches away from where you need him most, waiting for your answer. You nod emphatically. âYes,â you say with pleading eyes. âAnything. You can do anything just pleaseâoh fuck!â Logan pinches your clit and starts his machinations, swirling around the bud. He pulls out and pumps back in, setting a ruthless pace.Â
His hips snap against yours, taking all of you with reckless abandon. His lips swallow your moans, consuming you, drinking you in. Of all the times heâs fucked you, itâs never been quite like this. Thereâs a hunger in Loganâs eyes that youâve never seen before, an undying need youâre not sure can be satisfied. Something feels different about this timeâmore intense, fervent, and feverish.Â
Logan thrusts in and out of you, bottoming out with every pump, still stretching you out. His fingertips stroke your clit roughly, your walls already fluttering around him. He curses under his breath, his chest heaving against yours.Â
âLook at you,â he groans, fucking into you. âSo beautiful like this. Always so beautiful.â You can feel his cock twitching inside you. âWanna make you mine, sweetheart.â
âI-I already am,â you stammer, his fingers drawing tight, rapid circles into your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. âAlways gonna be yours.â
âWant more than that,â Logan grunts, his hips rocking, his pace quickening. Heâs so deep inside youâhitting exactly where you need him most with every thrust.Â
âWhatever you want,â you pant, your chest pressing flush to his. âItâs yours. Iâm yours.â
âYeah?â He growls at the shell of your ear. âYou gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me stuff you full of me?â
âYes, please,â you cry out as he pumps in and out, shoving himself as deep inside as he can possibly fit. You feel so full, so complete. Nothing compares to having Logan this close, to having him be so connected to you. Youâre already coming undone underneath him, falling apart. âWant you to stay inside.â And then the words fall from your lips without a second thought. But you mean it, and you want it more than anythingâŚ
âWanna have your baby, Lo.â
Logan groans at your words, his cock throbbing with need. âFuck, donât tease me like that, sweetheart.âÂ
âN-not teasing,â you stammer. âI mean it.â
âShit,â Logan growls, his skin slapping against yours, your words spurring him on. Heâs letting himself go, letting himself plunge deep inside you, fast and hard. âSuch a good girl,â he praises, his length dragging against your walls, pushing deeper still. âYou gonna let me fuck a baby into you?â
âYes!â You cry out, the fire burning in your belly spreading up to your spine, coursing through your veins. Your walls flutter around his length, squeezing him tightly.
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â Logan coos, rutting into you, his hips stuttering. âWant you forever.â
You throw your head back as his fingers swirl around your clit. âYou have me Lo, always gonna have me.â Your walls clench down around him, and the tension snaps. Electricity shoots up your spine as your orgasm crashes into you. Itâs intenseâmore intense than anything youâve ever felt. Pleasure washes over you in waves, heat blooming across your chest and up your neck.
Logan is right behind you, whispering a string of praises as he finishes inside you. âDid so fucking good for me. Always so perfect, beautiful.â His thrusts slow until heâs still inside you, but he doesnât pull out. âDonât wanna move, princess,â he husks, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.Â
âYou donât have to,â you say, your voice hoarse. Logan rolls you onto your side, hoisting your leg up and over his hip, keeping himself deep inside your cunt. You close your eyes, your heartbeat finally steadying, your chest still heaving in time with Loganâs.Â
The silence is comfortable, calming. You listen to Loganâs breathing as he runs his hands up and down your back. âYou okay?â He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.Â
You hum. âIâm perfect,â you mumble, burying your face into his chest. âDo you reallyâŚâ You trail off, suddenly nervous to ask the only question on your mind, despite everything that just happened.Â
âYes,â Logan answers immediately. âI meant it. Wanna be a family. Wanna be with you forever.â
You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You can feel his cock growing hard inside you as you move to get more comfortable. âI want that too, Lo,â you sigh. âMore than anything.â You smile against him, thinking about your future, thinking about how all this started because some asshole wouldnât leave you alone. You canât help but giggle at the thought.
âWhatâs so funny?â Logan asks. You can hear the smirk in his voice.Â
You look up at him. âYouâre crazy, you know that?â You joke, your smile widening. âYou couldâve hurt that guy.â
Loganâs smile widens too. âJust crazy about you,â he says, shrugging his shoulders. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you, his cock still deep inside you. âShouldâve kicked his ass.â You bite your lip, waiting for his next move. âYouâre my girl,â he groans, sliding out of you slightly.Â
âYours,â you breathe as he thrusts back in. âAll yours.â
tags: @cosmiccandydreamer @alsoprettyinpink @alastorssimp @1800-fight-me @iamburdened @chaoticweirdogeek @loganobsessed @seasonofthenerd @witch-lemon @the-occasional-artist1125 @https-murdock @afw5 @wolviesgirl @the-ruler-of-death @xtwistedchaosx @wittyjasontodd @galacticglitterglue @silversprings-mp3 @zxaera @spiderset @figsnpassionfruits @prettyseaveins @ilysmdovie12 @evasmlp @derbygracie @rammakela @honeyfewr @ricefordays-blog1 @manipulatour
#Logan Howlett x reader#Wolverine x reader#James Logan Howlett x reader#Logan Howlett x reader smut#Wolverine x reader smut#James Logan Howlett x reader smut#Logan Howlett smut#Wolverine smut#James Logan Howlett smut#Logan Howlett x you#Wolverine x you#James Logan Howlett x you#Logan Howlett breeding kink#Logan Howlett x you smut#Wolverine x you smut#James Logan Howlett x you smut#Logan Howlett x reader breeding kink#Logan Howlett imagine#Wolverine imagine#James Logan Howlett imagine#X Men Imagine#X-Men imagine#Hugh Jackman#Deadpool and Wolverine#Logan Howlett fluff#Logan Howlett x reader fluff#Logan Howlett x you fluff
5K notes
¡
View notes
Text
show & tell (SMG x reader).
part of the love's an uncharted path universe â
.
SUMMARY:
You have known Mingi since you both were fourteen. Youâve been by his side through thick and thin and you would do anything for him, really, considering heâs your other half. When he has an unfortunate bed experience and asks for your help and you say yes, he starts considering that, maybe, youâre just the best friend a guy like him can have.
PAIRING: best friend!mingi x afab reader.
GENRE: childhood best friends to ?
WORD COUNT: 8k.
WARNINGS: SMUT â˝ (MINORS DNI) attempt !!! at comedy, wooyoung being a little shit, hwa being the voice of reason, sex talk, pet names (love and also dude and bro but in a sweet way), mingi scaring the sense out of you, descriptions of female anatomy, kissing, dirty talk (sort of), teasing, a little bit of voyeurism, fingering, squirting, almost getting caught, unresolved feelings.
NOTES: had to do a lot of research for this one, so i figured nothing better to post as my first fic here! this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3
POSTED: july 18th 2024.
masterlist. / part two.
âDelete her number right now!âÂ
âShe's such a bitch for saying that to youâŚâÂ
âAnd over text too? Wow.âÂ
âYeah, no, I didn't like her from the start.âÂ
Wooyoungâs living room comes to life once again that morning, voices echoing and insults flying out, all towards the girl Mingiâs seeing.Â
Was seeing. You're sure she's out of his usual rotation with the lovely shit show she just caused.Â
You stay silent, your eyes fixed on your best friend's expression, on his red cheeks and apologetic eyes because everyone told him that girl was bad news.Â
He should've listened to you when you told him you liked her friend better. She was a sweet girl, clearly had a thing for Mingi.Â
Unfortunately, Mingi has a type. And that type always ends up breaking his spirit one way or another.Â
But you stay silent, letting your friends have their little rants about how much of a bitch she is for hurting Mingi's ego like that, until he covers up his face with his hands and lets out a frustrated whine.Â
âThat's enough, everyone. I think he got it.â You smile a little and everyone turns to you, Yunhoâs chest heaving and everything but Seonghwa (who also kept his mouth shut all this time) interferes before anyone else has the chance to start again.
âYou know you shouldn't feel ashamed for that, right?â he asks Mingi, who slowly lowers his hands to his lap and looks at you for a brief second. You nod, confirming what Hwa says âNo one is born knowing everything and she shouldn't expect you to know how to make a girl squirt.âÂ
âJesus Christ,â Mingi whines again, closing his eyes âDon't say it like that.âÂ
âHow else should I say it?â Seonghwa is confused but he laughs a little bit and turns to you.Â
Being the only girl in the room, you think everyone it's expecting you to pick your friend up and join them in their insults but you can't (for Mingiâs sake). Instead, you let out a sigh âI mean, it's hard to even make it happen on your own without any help, Mingi. I don't know what the fuck she's on butâŚâ shrugging, you extend your arm to pat him in the shoulder two times âHwaâs right.âÂ
âSo you do know?âÂ
âWooââ Hongjoong reprimands right away and you turn to Wooyoung, confused.
âHuh?âÂ
âYou said that it's hard making it happen,â he explains, smiling because he just found a new target for the next few days âSo you must know.âÂ
Talking about sex with them was never difficult, it didn't make you uncomfortable whatsoever but you know what Woo is doing.Â
You look down at Mingi before answering though and his eyes are glued to the carpet, begging for the topic of his unfortunate encounter with that bitch to die on everyone's tongue.Â
So you take mercy on him.Â
âOh. I mean⌠Yeah.â You shrug once again, leaning back against the cushions on the couch while Wooyoung claps like he just heard the most hilarious joke ever.Â
âYou truly are amazing.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you get up from your comfy seat âSure. But it took a lot of practice and the whole ordeal was frustrating for me, so, again, I don't know what the fuck she was on,â you say again, smiling down at Mingi before taking a few steps towards the door âIt's noon already, by the way.âÂ
âShit.â Woo gets up quickly from his spot on the floor and everyone else follows suit.Â
âAlright, everyone out! We have a midterm to cheat on.â San calls out and everyone takes it as their sign to actually leave (not just hang around the apartment) and continue with their days.Â
This reunion was a little impromptu, just because Wooyoung texted everyone begging to come over and hang out with him and San before their online philosophy midterm.Â
âAnd by that he means that you need to stay,â Wooyoung hugs Seonghwa hard, almost begging him with his eyes âWe didn't study⌠Don't look at me like that! Please?âÂ
âI'm not doing your fucking midterm for you!â
You chuckle, leaning on the door and waiting for your ride home to get his shoes on. When you look down at him again, Mingi mouths a thank you and you blow him a kiss.Â
When you get downstairs, you swear you still hear Wooyoung begging his senior to take the test for him.Â
Everyone is quiet in the car. You can tell they're tired from exams and life in general, so you don't press them with questions and just let the music play in the background while you look out the passenger window and, eventually, at Mingi.Â
His grip on the steering wheel lets you know he's a little more affected than he let on back there. But, again, you say nothing.Â
You know better than to pressure him into telling you his feelings.Â
Mingi and you have been friends forever. He lived a few houses down from yours, becoming your first friend when you moved to the city. You both were fourteen when it happened, so you've known him long enough to know what happens when he gets his heart broken.Â
Not that Mingi loved that girl or anything, but he never really took embarrassment well. He didn't when the first girl he liked rejected him in front of the whole ninth grade class and he didn't when his pants ripped in the middle of the stage while performing a routine with his dance team on senior year.Â
You stood by his side every single time and every single time he waited to sit down and let everything out, collect his feelings and talk to you through his frustrations. You really loved that about him, because he never said anything he regretted just because he was upset at the moment.Â
Maybe that's why you two have been friends for so long. Opposites attract, or whatever your mother told you one time.Â
In reality, you think it's because you two complement each other well.Â
He knows when to speak his mind and you're kind of impulsive, heart on your sleeve and sharp tongue ready to defend your and your loved ones honor if needed.Â
That's why it takes a lot of strength for you to not pull up that girl's number from his phone and give her a piece of your mind.Â
One by one, you drop your friends off in different parts of the city and when it's time to go into your own house, you circle the car and Mingi rolls his window down.
He reads the look you give him a little too well, so he opens his mouth to stop you but you shake your head.Â
âCall me, come over or just let me know if you need anything,â you start before he says anything âIf you need me to beat her up, I can do that too.âÂ
He huffs out a laugh âYou don't even know how to fight, love.â
You sigh at the nickname, he's been using it since the time you told him you had a crush on his friend, way bsck in highschool, and that you were positive you were going to get together and he would csll you love because that's what good boyfriend's do.Â
Turns out, you weren't exactly his friends type. Neither were the other girls in your school.Â
âI don't give a shit, I'll do it,â You two smile to each other fondly for a few seconds and then you tap the top of the car âThanks for the ride, dude.âÂ
âYouâre welcome, bro.â He rolls his eyes, annoyed because he hates when you call him that, but waits for you to get inside either way.Â
And in the solitude of your room, you wait.Â
You distract yourself with papers that are due in a few days, you start studying for your finals even though they're months away and you even go downstairs to say goodbye to your parents when they leave for a fancy dinner with their colleagues before you hear your phone ring.Â
Mingi's FaceTime comes right on time, because you were getting really anxious from the radio silence on his end.Â
âI have a small query for you.â He puts on an accent that makes you grimace immediately and he laughs at you.Â
âEw. Never do that ever again,â you beg, going back upstairs to your room âGo ahead.âÂ
âHow do you do it?âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
âHow the fuck do you make yourself squirt, love?âÂ
Oh.Â
Definitely not the conversation you were hoping to have with him.Â
It caughts off guard and you stammer your response âUm⌠Youâ I mean, it's not really a thing I can explain.âÂ
âYou have such a way with words, though.âÂ
You stare at him through the screen, annoyed, and he just laughs again âDon't make me come over and beat you up.âÂ
âAlright, alright,â his giggling dies out and you distract yourself from the heat you feel creeping over your cheeks while putting away your statistics prep for the quiz you have next week. There's a bit of silence and then you hear him sigh âI do really want to know, though.âÂ
âIf you're asking me this to then go over to her house and prove her wrong, I'm not telling you shit.âÂ
âNo! No, that's not it at all,â he defends himself quickly when you turn your head to the camera, scowl in your face âWhen she asked me to do it, I really did try to make her, you knowâŚâÂ
âYou said squirt so freely a minute ago, Mingi,â you tease, smiling, but at his expression, you give in âWhat exactly did you do?âÂ
âI tried to, you know, do it like they do it in the movies,â he demonstrates his point with his free hand, his middle and ring finger down on his sheets, pressing and moving side to side âAnd she was enjoying it and she came, but nothing really⌠came out.âÂ
âWow, first of all: you make her come and she has the nerve to give you shit over text? I hate her,â you shake your head, disappointment written all over your face âand second of all, that was a terrible mistake.âÂ
âWhat? Going like this?â He does it again and you roll your eyes, laughing a second later.Â
âNo, dude, trying to porno your way into making her squirt.âÂ
âOh.â His movements on the sheets slow down and you grimace again.Â
âPlease stop doing that,â you beg and he snaps out of his thoughts to look at you through the screen. You take your phone and move to the bed, resting your head against the pillows with a huff.Â
You ponder for a moment. You're sure telling him what he wants to hear it's not really a threat to your friendship, but it's also something that's very personal and intimate. You can talk about sex with Mingi and the other guys, sure, what doesn't mean you tell them about your sex life.Â
Maybe that's why Wooyoung was so excited earlier today, because you spilled something that involves you directly and not something vague and general like you usually do.Â
âWould it give you peace of mind if I explained it to you?â You ask, your voice barely a whisper as you sit straight on the bed.Â
Your best friend takes what feels like a lifetime to respond and, when does, it's in a hushed tone as well âPlease.âÂ
You groan and you comply either way, trying to find the right words to even start âOkay, I'm going to be very technical about this.âÂ
âI wouldn't expect anything else from you.âÂ
His teasing tone makes you glare at him for a few seconds before dismissing it with a click of your tongue âThe very first thing you need to make sure happens, is that you wash your handsââÂ
âYes, Y/N, I'm not a virgin,â he huffs this time, annoyed âI know all of that, just skip to the part where I make her squirt.âÂ
âJesus, fine! I also want to clarify that this works on me and I'm not really sure if it'll work on anyone else, alright?â he nods and you look away from the screen because you're not sure how to look him in the eyes âThe first thing that I doâ The first thing that you need to do,â you correct yourself quickly âIs make sure she's comfortable. And I mean, the space. Towels, water bottles⌠She needs to hydrate a lot.âÂ
âHydrate⌠a⌠lotâŚâ You turn your head to the screen and your jaw goes slack at what you see.Â
âAre you writing this down?!âÂ
âIâm making sure I don't forget anything!âÂ
âYou're unbelievableâŚâ You let out under your breath and take a deep one before resuming the, apparently, class âSquirting can be confused as peeing andââÂ
âShit, hold on.â He interrupts and you hear his momâs voice at the door, asking him something you can't really catch through the shitty airpod audio âIt's just Y/N⌠I'm not really saying anything so I don't understand how I'm being too loud forâ Yes ma'am.âÂ
You try not to laugh because he's literally being scolded right in front of you.Â
Old habits die hard, and Mingi's mom loves to put him on the spot.Â
Your laugh dies hard as well, because the next words, for some reason, make your heart drop to your ass.Â
âShe's telling me to either cut it out or go to your house, so⌠I'm coming over.âÂ
âOh, Iâ Hello?â Your lockscreen mocks you because the call literally ended before you could tell him to go and fuck himself âShit.âÂ
You don't know why you panic, but you do. You tidy up the room, you change your pijamas into something more presentable and you try to remember what were you telling him before he pulls open your bedroom door.Â
âMingi! Fuck, you scared the shit out of me â you're panting, hand over your chest.Â
Heâs also panting, like he runned to get to your house, but he looks dumbfounded by your reaction âYour mom literally gave me the spare keys in your presence.â Â
When he steps closer, you notice he's wearing cologne and that his hair it's a little wet, still, so you figure he took a shower before calling you tonight.Â
Which means he probably wanted to sleep everything off, like he usually does, but whatever this is made him call you.Â
âYeah! But I thought youâ Nevermind.â He shrugs and gives your hair a kiss before he moves to sit at your desk, the same way he usually does when he steals your laptop and notes to complete his assignments for the few classes you share.Â
God. Somehow, you wish he was doing just that so it brings back some sense of normalcy. Maybe then, your heart can calm down enough for you to understand why this specific situation has your senses going insane.Â
You sit back down on your bed and try to get your heart back to its place in the meantime.Â
âThey're not home, right? I didn't see your dadâs car.âÂ
âCompany dinner.âÂ
âAh.â He nods and you both fall in uncomfortable silence. It shouldn't be awkward, but it kind of is, even if you laugh when he pulls out the notebook he was writing on from underneath his oversized shirt and steals a pen from your pencil case, it's still a little weird.Â
You gulp.Â
âSo, squirting can be confused as peeing.â He recalls the last thing you said with a smile and then he turns to look at you for a second âGo on.âÂ
You're grateful he's taking notes all of the sudden. He's turned to you, so you have a clear view of his back and you can freely take a grounding breath before continuing âIt can make you feel very uncomfortable if you think you're going to pee yourself and that's really why most women don't squirt in the first place.âÂ
âYou sound like you're reading a text book.â He confesses with a laugh.Â
âI told you, I'm being very technical about thisâ Besides, I did my research when I was trying toâŚâ you gulp again âYou know.âÂ
âYou said squirt so freely a minute ago.â Mingi teases you the same way you teased him earlier and you squint your eyes in return.Â
âVery funny. Anyways⌠Yeah, when you feel that, you usually tense up. You need to relax before even making it happen,â he nods, writing it down quickly âI also read that, depending on the person, you can confuse the liquid with, like, usual⌠arousal? Yeah, arousalâ you sound more confident the second time you say it, unsure on how to call it because you never really explained anything related to your vagina to anyone else.Â
He turns to you, confused âSo⌠If she doesn't squirt a lot, how can I tell if she did it?âÂ
âI guess you'll notice it in her reaction?â You shrug and then cough a little to try and get rid of the sudden lump on your throat âI mean, it's not my case, so I wouldn't⌠I wouldn't know that.âÂ
Mingi, because -you guess- hates you, just raises a brow and looks you over one time before turning back to his notes.Â
âA-anyways,â you cough again âIt's all in her g-spot. It happens because it gets stimulated and that g-spot it's likeâŚâ you, once again, try to find the ideal words to explain âIt's like the upper wall of the vagina? No, no, that's not right,â you see him draw a line over what he clearly wrote down on the paper and you laugh, apologetic âIt's more like the, uh⌠Like the front wall of it.âÂ
âFront wall?âÂ
âY-yeah?â you offer, nervous and unsure âI mean⌠Ugh, let me explain again. Something that you need to take into account is that you can only find it if she's really, really turned on.âÂ
âO⌠kay.âÂ
âSort of like when you get hard we, uh, also get hard. Just differently,â you notice he's no longer taking notes when you turn to him again and the room is suddenly very hot.Â
The ACâs on, right?Â
Fuck.Â
âAnd apparently it only really shows up when you're really aroused. The g-spot, I mean,â Quickly, you're up from your bed and walking around it, fetching your water bottle and taking a big gulp of it with your eyes closed.Â
Mingi clears his throat a second later.Â
âSo it feels hard to the touch orâŚâÂ
âNot really, um⌠It kinda feels like a berry.âÂ
He laughs âWhat?âÂ
âYeah, it's kind of soft but it has a texture to it too. And we, uh⌠have this gland that fills up with the liquidâ Kind of like a prostate gland! Yeah, that's what that article said,â putting even more distance within Mingi and you, you sit back on the bed, just on the other side âIf you try to do it before it fills up, you end up with nothing. That's what frustrated me the whole time I was learning how to do it.âÂ
âYou didn't drink enough water?âÂ
âNo, noâ It fills up when you get really turned on. And when I was trying, I was trying way too hard and didn't, uh⌠I didn't do a lot of foreplay before trying, s-so.â You nod, finishing the explanation in a softer voice.Â
Your cheeks feel hot and you swear your upper lip is sweating a bit. Why would you even say that?Â
âY-you didn't touch yourself enough orâŚ?âÂ
âExactly, I didn't, I just⌠Tried t-to stimulate it. Wasn't even wet enough so I used, uh, lube.âÂ
âOh⌠Lube. Sure, okay.â He nods again, and then moves his hand over his face, looking away for a second âAnd then?âÂ
âI'm not really sure how to⌠Give me a second.â
What were you even telling him before exposing yourself like that? Before the tension in the room skyrocketed in a suffocating way? You're not sure.Â
Oh, foreplay. Okay, what's next?Â
âFingering,â you say out loud when you remember and at the sudden word Mingi turns to you, eyes wide and you stumble over your words yet again âY-you need to finger her to stimulate the g-spot, duh.âÂ
âDon't duh me, Y/N, I'm learning!âÂ
âSorry!âÂ
âOkay! Now what do I do when⌠fingering.âÂ
That makes you frown. You're not really sure what to tell him next. So you look straight ahead and, unintentionally, move your ring and middle finger the way you do when you're touching yourself.Â
In the silence of the room, you audibly hear Mingiâs breath hitching and that draws you back to reality.Â
When you look at him, his eyes are solely focused on your fingers.Â
âI don't really know how to explain this next part.â You sound apologetic, your lips tensing into a straight line.Â
A bit passes.Â
And then another one and another one where Mingi looks at you with a weird, foreign expression on his face.Â
So you open your mouth to apologize to him, but he beats you to it.Â
âThen show me.âÂ
You swear you never even heard him sound like that before. Or maybe you have, the tone of voice similar to when he just wakes up, low, grouchy, as if his throat might be dry.Â
It just never affected you this way.Â
âW-what?â you blink hard, a few times, trying to focus on whatever the hell is going on.Â
âShow me how you do it⌠I-if you want to.âÂ
âMingi!âÂ
âI justâ Look, you don't have to,â he says right away âIf you don't want to, you can forget I ever asked but I'm so⌠curiousâ, he says, getting up from your desk chair and planting his knee into the bed âAnd I'm also really butthurt over what happened. I want to learn but I don't really have anyone else to ask.âÂ
âWhat about, uh⌠Minseo! Yeah, what about her?â you offer quickly, also getting up.Â
âSan's ex?!âÂ
âI don't know any other woman that you also know, Mingi!âÂ
He gulps and breathes heavily, gathering his words, his thoughts, just like he always does and you remember: This is Mingi. Your Mingi. The Mingi you've known for years and care about more than anything.Â
âI'm asking you because I trust you,â he says, looking you over once again âAnd because if I fail, you're not⌠going to make fun of me for it.â
There it is.Â
You soften at that and he seems to relax at your reaction. His demeanor lets you know he's not just saying that because he wants to see you touch yourself, he's being honest.Â
So you decide to be honest, as well. In a whisper, because your voice will tremble and give away how strongly you feel about his request.Â
âI've never done it in front of anyone before.âÂ
âSo no one has ever make youââÂ
âNo,â you confirm before he even gets it out and you sigh âI never ask for it and I haven't really⌠I've only slept withââ��
âHangyeol.â He nods and scrunches his nose in disgust at the memory of your highschool boyfriend. They never really got along and it was a shame, because Han was a great guy, he just wasn't the one for you.Â
âMingi,â you walk over to him and he straightens up his spine âThis could really⌠I mean, there's no getting rid of me on this lifetime, buddy,â reminding him makes him smile and you do as well, nervous, your body on high alert âBut this could mess us up.â You finish in a whisper.Â
âI'm not letting that happen.â He says back, eyes scanning your face before zeroing on your eyes âThere's no getting rid of me either, love.âÂ
That nickname is going to be the death of you, you're sure. It makes you suck in air you very much need at this moment.Â
Fuck it.Â
âI'll⌠get the towels, then.â You smile a little even though your cheeks are burning and you feel a little dizzy while holding his gaze, but you don't back down.Â
Before you move, though, he stops you with his hand holding your waist âI know where they are. Stay here.âÂ
You could literally melt right now. And you know it's a short trip to the downstairs hallway closet from your room, so you make sure you strip your duvet before things get messy.Â
You should go to the bathroom, too, to clean yourself up a bit before Mingi finds out what you find out when you sit on your bed.Â
You're so wet.Â
And it's so fucking embarrassing, because you're not supposed to feel this way for him, for this.
Because, if anything, this is clearly just an educational experience.
And if Mingiâs excited look when he re-enters your bedroom tells you otherwise, you're choosing to ignore it for the clearly educational experienceâs sake.Â
âThese will do?âÂ
You take the two mismatched towels and place them on the bed right away, not even looking at him.Â
âYep.âÂ
You think he nods but you're not sure, you just caught a glimpse of him moving towards your desk while you pretend to fix the towels in the bed to perfection.Â
âOkay, so⌠You need to, uh, be comfy and shit. Drink water, you just did that a few minutes agoâŚâ when you turn to him, he's reading his notes like he's actually about to conduct an experiment and you chuckle before shaking your head âThe⌠The foreplay part should be next, right?âÂ
âRightâŚâ you drag out, biting the inside of your cheek before he looks back at you.Â
âYou look really tense, Y/N,â he deadpans, looking down at his notes again âYou need to relax so it can happen, right?âÂ
âYou're about to see me touch myself and you think I can relax?âÂ
âOh,â he frowns, immediately and then blinks a few times to refocus, you think âI'm not the one doing it?âÂ
âUh⌠Yes? Later? I thought you wanted to see me first, y-you⌠You asked me to show youâŚâÂ
You can feel him think, the gears on his brain twisting and you think he's going to backpedal at any second because he's not really saying anything. Then you see it, the moment the image crosses his mind.Â
And the next second you have him in front of you, towering over your form and then he's not.
Getting on his knees, he tentatively places a hand on your knee and parts your legs so you can make room for him to touch the end of the mattress with his chest and raise his chin just enough to make you think he's asking you to kiss him.
Oh God, you want to kiss him.Â
His voice is a sweet murmur when he speaks again âShow me how to get you there, love,â he sounds like he's pleading, like he's begging you to instruct him and your breath catches when he moves his hand up your thigh âWhat do you like?âÂ
Your mouth moves before you can even think âKiss me.âÂ
You don't even notice you're leaning forward until his breath fans against your chin and he tilts his head even more so that your noses touch.Â
âHow do you like being kissed?âÂ
You breathe out a laugh, a little annoyed by his constant questioning âFigure it out, Mingi.â And then the last thing you see is his smirk before his mouth presses against yours.Â
It's not what you expect. If anything, you expected him to take the lead. Han used to do so, all the guys you've ever kissed did it as well. You don't really know why his patience surprises you, but it does and if your heart could race even more, it would.Â
Because he waits for your guidance, waits for you to grab his shirt and jank him closer, waits for you to sigh against him and then returns the gesture when he feels your fingers move upwards and tangle in his dark hair.Â
His mouth is complying to yours, his tongue is exploring it and wetting your lips in the process and you've never felt this good with anyone before.Â
That's something you'll need to unpack later, but your brain disconnects when your best friend lets out a noise the second his hands touch your waist under your shirt and you forget, for a split second, that the point of this is to have you on your back pleasing yourself for him to learn.Â
Because you want nothing more than to hear him make that noise again.Â
The kisses grow needy and so do you when he trails a path with his wet lips from your chin to your neck and the next thing you know is that your back is against the towels you laid down before and his mouth is kissing the valley of your breasts over the cotton of your shirt.Â
You look down and it takes a second for him to feel you staring before he looks up at you âShould we take this off?âÂ
Your voice gives away how gone you are when you reply a simple yes and your shirt is on the floor the next instant.Â
Now, you're sure this is not the first time Mingi has seen you in your underwear. You both have gone swimming before and he has walked into your room a million times while you're getting ready. You're even sure he's seen you walk out from your bathroom in this specific bra before⌠But he's staring at you like it's the first time he's been able to trace the way your breasts spill a little bit over the fabric of this old bra you decided to wear today, like it's the first time he's allowed himself to enjoy it.Â
Like it's the first time he's allowing himself to feel any sort of attraction for you.Â
âFuck,â you whisper, shallow breath hitting his cheek when he returns his mouth to your jaw âLet me⌠Come here.âÂ
You scoot up until your head rests against your pillows and he follows, resting his body weight on his side and chasing your mouth when you turn your face to him.Â
You should speed this up. There's no way you're not going to feel like shit if tomorrow you wake up and remember you're letting yourself enjoy this more than you should.Â
Thereâs no reason for you to lose your breath when his fingertips trace softly the skin under your breasts or for your legs to grant him access so quickly when they reach your belly and bypass every other part of your body before going straight in between them.Â
And he notices it too.Â
âI don't know why I asked you so many questions before,â he starts, turning his hand so that he back of it and his nails start caressing the inside of your thighs through your sweatpants âI know what you like. I pay attention to you whenever we're talking about sex with the guys.âÂ
You frown, about to remind him that you never speak directly about your own experiences but he continues his ministrations, giving your other thigh attention âI usually watch you closely in case any of it makes you uncomfortable, but I notice your reactions when they speak about something that you like.âÂ
Oh. Heart on your sleeve, your biggest flaw.Â
âLike that one time Woo was going on and on about marking and you couldn't stop fidgeting on your seatâŚâ his nose traces your jaw softly before his teeth take the skin underneath it and you gasp just enough to prove him right âOr that time Yunho said he hated teasing because he's an impatient little shitâ he chuckles, his index finding the spot next to your mound and going down slowly until his knuckle graces the crevice where your leg and your hip connect âand you defended it until we had to stop you guys from yelling each other over itâŚâÂ
Your breath shakes and your eyes close at the sensation âMingiâŚâÂ
âAm I wrong?âÂ
You shake your head no and you can all but hear him smile when he speaks again.Â
âOf course I'm not.âÂ
You open your eyes and expect him to look at you the way he does when you're unable to defend yourself against his quips, but he's not. His eyes are following his own actions and his bottom lip is pulled by his teeth when he takes the fabric of your sweatpants and pulls it up, enough to give you some friction where you need it the most.Â
âCan I take this off?âÂ
âFuck, y-yes.âÂ
Joining your shirt on the ground, you're left only in your underwear while Mingi is fully clothed and it bothers you out of nowhere.Â
âYou're so wet alreadyâŚâ he observes and you blush, puffing some air and covering your eyes with you hand. He just laughs âThat's a good thing, it means that I'm doing okay.âÂ
He's doing more than okay. Damn all the experience he has and the way he reads you so well.Â
But his sweet tone gives you some clarity and you support your weight on your hand to fix your position on the bed.Â
âAlright, let's⌠resume the lesson before my parents get home.âÂ
âThey probably won't for now. The company dinners last until like⌠two in the morning, usually, right?âÂ
âThat's when they decide to go out for drinks.âÂ
âYour mom always wants to go out for drinks.âÂ
âLet's not talk about my mom right now!â you beg and he laughs again, making you chuckle alongside him and you're glad he's talking all of this -the kissing, the teasing, the sweet-talk and the wet patch on your underwear- so well.Â
The awkwardness from before dissipated the moment he got on his knees in front of you and all that followed was this lovely tension you're dying to keep between the two of you forever even though you shouldn't.Â
âShow me, love,â he pleads and you sigh, his mouth finding your cheek for a quick second, encouraging you âAnd then you can show me how to make you feel good, too.âÂ
You stare at him for a few seconds âDamn, you're good,â he shakes his head and you smile, getting rid of your underwear and pushing the quick moment of embarrassment being bare with him in the room gives you âRemember that this is what works for me, okay?âÂ
He nods and then props himself up so he can see it better.Â
You take a second before your fingers dive into your wet folds and, when you do, you gasp at the feeling.Â
You've never been more wet just for kissing and teasing before. What the fuck.Â
You do what you usually do when you're alone for a while and try to contain yourself from moaning because Mingi's eyes keep moving from your fingers to your face. Then, you remember you should be talking him through it, as well.Â
âYou see how I'm building it up?â you start, chest heaving and he hums as his reply âI'm not trying to make myself come but I'm kinda just⌠edging myself a little bit.âÂ
âEdging,â he repeats and then hisses when he sees your thumb pressing into your clit just how you like it, making you sigh heavily âI know all about that, that's good.âÂ
âY-you do?âÂ
âYou'll be surprised,â he smiles, proud of himself.Â
âOkay,â you continue, taking a deep breath âThen you know about prepping, too,â he nods âSo, a finger firstâŚâ you say, swallowing hard when your index makes its way into your cavity without much effort.Â
Dragging back and forth for a minute or so, you're incapable of containing yourself any longer. Air leaves your mouth in pants and your eyes close when you drag the pad of your finger upwards, locating your g-spot with ease because you're used to it.
âAnd then, two fingers.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âLook at the position of my hand. I read that these two fingers work the best because they're longer than the rest, althoughâŚâ you look at Mingi's hand over your belly. You didn't even noticed before this that he was touching you, but he is and his thumb is tracing a pattern that both relaxes you and sends shivers down your spine âI'm sure that it won't be a problem for you, huh?âÂ
He sends a cocky smirk your way and you would've smacked him if you weren't so⌠preoccupied.Â
Pressing your precious spot and then dragging back and forward, you stop the movements altogether. It felt too good, way more than good and it's a different sensation of what you're used to.Â
And it's all because of him.Â
You look at his side profile, his eager eyes commiting to memory what you're doing to yourself, probably taking mental notes now that his notebook is long forgotten over at your desk andâŚÂ
He deserves this. He deserves to be the one to have this, just tonight.Â
You hate to leave what feels like it's about to be your best orgasm in the hands of someone who's just learning, yet alone a man.
But Mingi is not just any man.Â
âMingi,â you call and his curious eyes leave your heat a second later âyour turn.âÂ
âDid you⌠Did it happen? I didn't see anythiââÂ
âNo,â you interrupt him, your fingers leaving you and you turn to him, your clean hand finding his face âshow me what you learned.âÂ
His mouth parts, but you have a newfound confidence and a glint in your eyes that is new, so nothing comes out.Â
âProve that bitch wrong.âÂ
That seems to do it.Â
His eyes go from being confused to spark with determination and want and electricity runs through you again because he seems so relieved he gets to touch you sooner than expected.Â
Shyness and nervousness buried six feet under, you both smile to each other before you feel him.Â
His fingers gathering your wetness, his thumb finding your clit with ease and expertise.Â
âWettest pussy I've ever touched.â You can tell he's a little lost in the heat of the moment but it's okay. So are you.Â
Fuck.Â
It's been way too long since someone else touched you this way, so you all but melt at the circles he draws on your clit. He paid close attention before, because he's touching you just the way you like it.Â
âThat feels so goodâŚâÂ
âYeah?â he asks, dark eyes finding yours before a particular stroke forces you to close them. And then he gathers enough slick to insert his ring finger inside and you can't help the moan that slips past your lips.Â
You lift your hand to cover your mouth, but Mingi clicks his tongue in feign disappointment âI want to hear if I'm making you feel good, love. Don't hold back on me just because this is unconventional.âÂ
The worries die altogether with that.Â
And now that you have free reign to stop containing yourself, you don't know how to stop.Â
It's not long before his index joins his other finger but he doesn't go for it right away. He fucks you slowly, allowing you to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of his way longer, way thicker digits until they slide in and out with little effort.Â
His pace picks up after what feels like ages and your hand fists his shirt for the second time tonight, nodding and moaning in encouragement.Â
âDeeper,â you instruct âcurl them upwards and go deeper, you'll feel it then.âÂ
He obeys immediately, his chest heaving and his mouth parting in delight when he finds it. The pad of his finger presses down on it tentatively and your grasp on his shirt hardens.
âIs that it?â you nod and he does it again, which earns another moan âWhat do I do now?âÂ
Before you completely get lost in the feeling, you decide to drop the step by step bullshit aside and give him the full instruction in hopes that he'll remember it all without fucking up: âWhat works for me is pressing⌠Fuck, yeah, just like that a-and thenâŚâ you take deep breath âJust a little harder⌠Yeah, then rub it in a circular motion while maintaining that same pressure⌠Fuck, Mingi!âÂ
He's a little too good at following instructions, because he touches you like he's been doing this forever and soon you feel the familiar swell, the usual buildup of it all and he's taking you over the age like it's nothing.Â
You forget how to speak, you forget how to tell him what he needs to do next and so, when you finally explode, you take his wrist and place his two fingers over your clit.Â
When you move them side by side, he lets out a fascinated giggle but knows exactly what to do.Â
A second later, your release is coating your thighs and the towels underneath you and you don't register anything else because your ears are ringing.Â
Did you lose consciousness for a second? It feels like you did.Â
That was the best fucking orgasm you've ever felt in your entire life.Â
And when you come back down, you only register the sound of your breathing and plump lips kissing your face, his fingers stopping their pace once he realizes you're done with it.Â
Opening your eyes, you stare at your popcorn ceiling for a second. Then, you look at Mingi who's already staring at you with a what the fuck just happened expression.Â
It makes you laugh. Softly at the beginning, post-orgasm bliss takes over but then Mingi laughs too and your whole chest swells with inexplicable pride.Â
You don't think twice before kissing him again. When you realize you did it, you pull back and blink at him like he didn't make you see stars three seconds ago.Â
âThat wasâŚâ his eyes do the thing he usually does. You never notice it until now, but he scans your face so frequently you've grown used to it, but now⌠It feels different. His teeth nip his bottom lip and he shakes his head before speaking âCome here, love.âÂ
And then he's kissing you again, slow, intimate, beyond the stupid lesson you just taught him.Â
But you don't mind it one bit.Â
You sit up, getting on your knees on the bed and basically forcing him to do the same. Ignoring the gross sensation of the wet towel underneath you, you pull him further into you until his chest presses against yours, until his hands roam your body and settle on your waist, securing the embrace.Â
This time, when you pull away, there's this whole unspoken new thing between you.Â
âThat wasâŚ?â you press, smiling a bit, pulling both you and him back to reality.Â
Right now, with you half naked and his hard-on pressing on your belly, it's not the time to discuss your feelings.Â
âPossibly the coolest thing I've seen,â he starts, giggling when you roll your eyes âand the hottest thing I've seen, too,â you shrug, dismissing his stare because it's making you feel hot all over your body, again âand I'm really, really grateful you said yes, love.âÂ
The soft tone he uses to say the last bit relaxes you and you nod, deciding it's not the time to tell him you never even came like that on your own.Â
Instead, you decide to grasp this intimate moment and extend it as much as you can. You can see Mingi is not expecting it when you reach his sweatpants and let your shaky thumb trace the outline of his cock.Â
Closing his eyes, he lets out a pleased sigh before he grabs you by the back of your neck and rests his forehead against yours.Â
âThis is supposed to be purely educational, Y/NâÂ
âIs that what you want it to be?â you softly ask, pulling your hand away but then his hips buck and chase after your touch, making you smile despite the emotions swelling in your chest âLet me help you⌠PleaseâŚâÂ
âFuck, don't beg me, love.âÂ
âDon't make me beg, then.âÂ
What the fuck are you even doing?Â
âY/N, Iââ he stops suddenly and you're too lost in the moment to notice why.Â
But then the sound of keys and a door closing downstairs scares the fuck out of you and you push Mingi away without thinking it through.Â
He lands with a thud on your bedroom floor, next to your discarded clothes.Â
âWhat the fuck, Y/N?â he whispers-shouts, both shocked and offended, but you're getting off your bed and picking up your clothes and the soaked towels so you don't really care about his feelings right now.Â
âBathroom. Now.âÂ
You're so blessed for having your bedroom right next to the upstairs bathroom. And so blessed that it is your bathroom and you don't have to share it. Youâll get on your knees and thank your gods afterwards, but right now you can only think one thing.
Don't get caught.Â
Lord knows you'll never hear the end of it if Mingi walks out of here with a hard-on. Your dad will kill him, your mom will cheer because she loves the idea of you and Mingi together and you'll probably pack your bags and move away if it happens.Â
When you lock the door behind you and make a quick show of putting your underwear and pants back on, you hear Mingi chuckle.Â
âWe can always tell them we're having a sleepover, Y/N, you didn't have to karate kick me off the damn bed!âÂ
âHush!â But he just keeps giggling at your very obvious flustered state.
You're about to rip him a new one when he takes two strides, backs you against the bathroom sink, and catches your lips in a quick, sweet kiss and all your worries dissolve just like that.Â
âGuess they didn't go for drinks after all..âÂ
âYou think?â cocking your head to side, the smile on your lips can't be fought at this point.Â
He returns it and leans in for another kiss, longer this time and you sigh against his mouth before pulling away because you really, really shouldn't be doing this right now.Â
You hear your mother calling your name and then footsteps up the stairs. A murmured she must be sleeping and a hum from your father before they pass the bathroom door. You truly only relax when you hear their door closing at the end of the hallway.Â
âOkay, we're safe now.âÂ
âWhen were we ever not safe?âÂ
âWhen I was half naked on my bed, Mingi!âÂ
He shakes his head with a smile and takes a step back.Â
You clear your throat.Â
âI really did want to help you out butââÂ
âRaincheck?â he asks and at you hesitation to say yes, he continues âIf you want to. If you don't, it's okay. We⌠We'll figure it out, okay?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
He smiles again âGood, uhâŚâÂ
Mingi seems unsure on what to do next. Feeling the same, you decide the best thing to do is to get him out of here.Â
Opening the bathroom door, you carefully peek into the hallway, taking his hand in yours and beckoning him to follow you down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.Â
âShit, your shoesâŚâ you whisper.Â
âI don't think they noticed if they didn't barge into the bedroom to check on us like they usually do, love.â He returns, in the same tone.Â
That does nothing to ease your mind, but he makes sure to put them on quickly and then grabs your shoulders, shaking you in a teasing manner.Â
âQuit worrying, Y/N. I can feel you thinking.âÂ
Of course he does. There's no one, in this world, that knows you better than him.Â
It makes your heart flutter and it shouldn't. But you're getting on your tippy toes and stealing a parting kiss before you think about it too much.Â
It's irresponsible for you to do so, but Mingi grabs your waist and extends the duration of the kiss and suddenly you don't give a fuck about your parents or anyone else finding out about this⌠shift in your dynamic.Â
âSee you tomorrow?â he asks against your lips and you nod.Â
âSee you tomorrow.âÂ
And with that, he leaves.Â
You lock the door and practically run to your room after.Â
What the fuck have you done?
If you read all the way down here: THANK YOU SO MUCH. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and since itâs an open ending (sort of), let me know if you want a second part!Â
Š jensthwa, 2024.
#ateez#ateez x reader#song mingi#song mingi x reader#mingi#mingi x reader#mingi smut#ateez smut#ateez imagines#ateez reactions#ateez hard hours#mingi hard hours#mingi hard thoughts#first post!!!#pls tell me if u like it or if u dont or anything pls my askbox is open#<333#fic; s&t
4K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Past Wounds, Present Hearts P.SH
ăPairingă : exbully!sunghoon x fem!reader
ăWord Countă : 10.5k
ăGenreă : smut, angst, somewhat fluff, college au
ăSummaryă : you have felt resentment for sunghoon ever since the hell he put you through in middle school. now you find out he goes to your university.... and he's kinda hot?
ăWarningsă : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! mentions of bullying, lower quality of life due to bullying, self doubt, mentions of drinking alcohol, implied intoxication in some scenes, college parties, sunghoon calls reader petnames, kissing, sharing a bed, nipple play, fingering, titty sucking, handjob, sunghoon turns out to be a sweetheart, cum eating, falling asleep together, and more
ăAuthors Noteă : i originally intended for the story to have a different ending but i changed my mind half way though and it would have been too fast paced for the word count given, i will definitely make a part two if enough people ask! not proofread
SUPPORT BY REBLOGGING
I hate him. The smug look on his face when I walk pass him in the main campus hall. All of the girls clawing on to his shoulder, begging for his attention without knowing what fucking loser he is. The way all of the professors are so impressed with him for doing practically nothing in class. Getting a full ride scholarship for basketball to this school. I have grown sick of it.
Park Sunghoon. The name still twists my stomach after all these years. Middle school was when my hatred started for Him. He was my middle school bully. Always teasing me in front of the whole class, or making comments behind my back. What hurts the most is that he doesnât seem to care that he used to act this way, or maybe he thinks I have forgotten. The truth is, I will never forget. It sits at the back of my mind all of the time. The people who know me from middle school still view me as this âdisgustingâ girl who was unlikeable, because of the things that Sunghoon would do to me.
It took years for me to build myself back up, so when I saw that he was planning on going to the same university as me last fall, I was more than worried. But this wasnât middle school anymore. I canât let him get away with treating me like an outcast who doesnât deserve friends.First semester of university is always scary, I was always afraid to come out my shell and meet new people. I wanted to stay on top of acedemics. My best friend Yuqi was the complete opposite. Any opportunity she got to go out and party, she would be there. And, she would surprisingly maintain decent grades as well. Now that I think about it, I have never been a party goer, not even in highschool. Then again, there werenât too many parties that either sounded interesting, or that I was invited to.
âKappa Alpha is having a party this Friday, you in?â Yuqi suggested. She always gets the same response. âNo, you already know I canât, we have finals next weekâ I shrugged. âBut Kappaaaaaa!â Yuqi whined, her voice getting higher every passing second. We were walking down the hallway towards our classes. A few students looked over, but quickly decided that they didnât want to look any further. âI hear that Kappa Alpha has the best Christmas parties every year. You have to comeâ Yuqi insisted, grabbing onto my arm. I rolled my eyes. âYuqi⌠You donât actually think Iâm going to attend one of their parties?â Yuqi gave me a confused stare, trying to read through my expression. âWhy not?â âSunghoon is in that frat, Iâm pretty sure he lives in the frat house as well. You would catch me dead before seeing me step foot into that trashy hell holeâ I explained, crossing my arm defensively. She knows how he treated me in middle school, she was there to witness it.
âWhat? He canât be, out of all the parties I have gone to there, I have not seen him a singular timeâ Yuqi said with her eyebrows furrowed, putting emphasis into each word.. I tried to tell her that yes, he is the type of guy to hide out in the frat house and not attend, but she had no idea. After some debate, she eventually gave up asking me.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above me. Yuqi's words echoed in my mind, mixing with memories I'd rather forget. The Christmas lights strung across my dorm room cast a soft glow, but they did little to brighten my mood.
I rolled onto my side, hugging my pillow close. Why did Sunghoon have to be here, at my university, in my space? It wasn't fair. I'd worked so hard to leave that part of my life behind, to become someone new. Someone stronger.
But was I really stronger if I was still letting him dictate my choices? I grabbed my phone, thumb hovering over Yuqi's contact. She was probably out somewhere, living it up like she always did. I envied her sometimes, her ability to just⌠exist without all this baggage.
"Maybe I should go," I whispered to the empty room. The words felt foreign on my tongue. Me? At a Kappa Alpha party? It was absurd.
I sat up, running a hand through my messy hair. Yuqi would be ecstatic if I went. And isn't that what college is supposed to be about? New experiences, stepping out of your comfort zone?
But then I imagined walking into that frat house, the pulsing music, the crowded rooms. And somewhere in there, Sunghoon. Everybody loving him not knowing the kind of cruel person he is on the inside. My stomach clenched at the thought.
"This is stupid," I muttered, flopping back onto my bed. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone."
But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true. I did need to prove something - to myself. That I could face my past, that I could exist in the same space as Sunghoon without falling apart.
I picked up my phone again, this time opening my messages to Yuqi. "Hey," I typed, then paused. Was I really doing this? My finger hovered over the send button as doubt crept in. But then I thought of Yuqi's excited face, of the possibility of actually enjoying myself for once.
Before I could change my mind, I quickly typed out the rest of the message and hit send. "Hey. About that Kappa Alpha party⌠I think I might go after all." I set my phone down, my heart racing. What had I just agreed to?ââââââââââââââââYuqi didnât see my message until the morning, but I can only imagine her physical reaction after reading her written one. âReally???? I never thought this day would come. I promise you will love it!!!â my screen read. Her overuse of punctuation was telling enough about she felt. It was Friday morning, meaning that the party was going to be later in tonight. If I plan my time correctly, we can leave my dorm around 8pm, and I would have had all of the studying done that at I needed to do for the night.
I couldnât help feeling nervous at the thought of attending a party with Sunghoon, but I decided that this may be the perfect chance to get to know him better. Okay, not âget to know him betterâ but maybe this could finally give him a chance to clear the air between us, to apologize properly for everything that he did to me. But the chances of him apologizing are slim to none. When I see him in campus he seems to be the snobby type, unable to admit that they are wrong. Trust me, I have heard the stories going around campus.
I spent the rest of the day in a fog, my mind drifting between lectures and study sessions. The impending party loomed over me, a mix of dread and nervous anticipation.
By the time I returned to my dorm, the sun was already setting. I sat at my desk, attempting to review my notes, but the words blurred together. My phone buzzed - another excited text from Yuqi about outfit choices. I sighed, closing my textbook. There was no point in pretending to study anymore.
~~~~~
At 7:00, a knock at my door announced Yuqi's arrival. She entered with her usual whirlwind energy, arms full of clothes and makeup. "Okay," she said, dumping everything onto my bed. "Let's make you look amazing."
I eyed the pile warily. "Yuqi, I'm not trying to impress anyone. Especially not Sunghoon." She paused, giving me a soft look. "This isn't about him. It's about you feeling good about yourself. Now, let's start with this sweater."
For the next half hour, we sifted through outfits. Yuqi was patient, letting me veto anything too revealing or flashy. We finally settled on a soft, cropped sweater and high-waisted jeans - comfortable, but still party-appropriate.
As I changed, Yuqi chatted about her day, her excitement for the party. Her casual banter helped ease my nerves, reminding me why I'd agreed to this in the first place. This was about spending time with my best friend, not about Sunghoon.
We left my dorm at 8:15, the cool night air a welcome relief for my flushed cheeks. The walk to the frat house was short, but with each step, the butterflies in my stomach intensified. Music pulsed in the distance, growing louder as we approached.
Outside the house, we paused. Yuqi squeezed my hand. "You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.
I took a deep breath, nodding. "Yeah. Let's do this."
We stepped inside, and I was immediately overwhelmed. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and too many bodies in too small a space. Yuqi leaned close, "I'm going to get us some drinks. Will you be okay for a minute?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice. As she disappeared into the crowd, I stood there, taking in my surroundings. Groups of people clustered around, laughing and dancing. I recognized a few faces from classes, but no one I knew well.
And then, across the room, I saw him. Sunghoon, leaning against a wall, surrounded by his usual admirers. He was laughing at something someone said, his head thrown back. For a moment, I was transported back to middle school, hearing that laugh directed at me, mocking and cruel.
Our eyes met for a brief second, and I swear I saw something flicker in his expression. Surprise? Recognition? But before I could process it, someone bumped into me, breaking the moment.
I turned away, my heart pounding. What was I doing here? This was a mistake. I was about to head for the door when Yuqi reappeared, pressing a red cup into my hand.
"Here," she said with a smile. "It'll help you relax." I took a small sip, the unfamiliar burn of alcohol hitting the back of my throat. As we stood there, Yuqi chatting animatedly about the people around us, I felt myself slowly start to unwind. Maybe agreeing to come here wasnât too bad of an idea.I was just starting to relax, the music and Yuqi's chatter creating a comfortable bubble around us, when I saw him approaching. Sunghoon, weaving through the crowd, his eyes fixed on... us? No, it couldn't be. But it was.
He stopped right in front of us, that infuriatingly perfect smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Yuqi," he said, his voice smooth as ever. Then his eyes slid to me. "And Y/N,⌠it's been a while, hasn't it?" I felt my body tense, my grip tightening on the red cup in my hand. Yuqi glanced between us, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of concern. "Sunghoon," I managed to say, my voice coming out colder than I'd intended. But then again, why should I care? He seemed unfazed by my tone. "I didn't expect to see you here. You're not usually the party type, right?" The casual way he said it, as if he knew me, as if we were old friends catching up, made my blood boil. How dare he act so nonchalant after everything? "People change," I replied curtly. "Not that you'd know anything about that." I avoided eye contact. I saw Yuqi wince beside me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Sunghoon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of... something passing across his face. Confusion? Hurt? Good.
"Right," he said, recovering quickly. Looking down at the ground with a half smile, he takes âââââââââââââââmy snarky response as a que to leave. âIâll see you around, (Y/N)â he scoffs and walks away.
âHe is such an assholeâ Yuqi complains, rubbing my back as a way to try to comfort me. âYou responded wellâ I watched Sunghoon's tall, muscular figure get lost in the crowd, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Part of me felt satisfied with how I'd handled the encounter, but another part felt... unsettled. I took a long swig from my cup, hoping the alcohol would dull the conflicting feelings. "Thanks," I mumbled to Yuqi, grateful for her support. She gave me a reassuring smile, but I could see the concern in her eyes. "Do you want to leave? We can if you're not comfortable." I considered it for a moment. The idea of going back to my dorm, burying myself in my blankets and pretending this night never happened, was tempting. But then I thought about how that's exactly what the old me would have done. The me that let Sunghoon's actions dictate her life.
"No," I said, surprising myself with the firmness in my voice. "I'm not leaving. I have just as much right to be here as he does." Yuqi's face broke into a wide grin. "That's my girl!" she cheered, linking her arm through mine. "Let's mingle a bit, shall we?" As we made our way through the crowded room, I couldn't help but notice Sunghoon's gaze following us. Every time I glanced in his direction, he looked away, but not before I caught a flicker of... something in his eyes. It wasn't the cruel amusement I remembered from our school days. It was something else, something I couldn't quite place.
Yuqi introduced me to a few of her friends, and I found myself actually enjoying the conversations. It felt... normal. Like maybe I could do this whole college social scene thing after all. But then, over someone's shoulder, I saw Sunghoon again. He was looking right at us, his expression unreadable. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I felt a jolt of... something. Before I could analyze it further, he quickly averted his gaze, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Wait, was Sunghoon blushing? I shook off the thought. It was probably just the alcohol playing tricks on my mind.
As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The alcohol helped, but it was more than that. Every minute I spent here, laughing with Yuqi and her friends, was a minute I was reclaiming for myself. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every so often, I'd catch Sunghoon looking in my direction. But it wasn't the mocking stare I was used to. There was something almost... wistful about it. Once, when our eyes met, he even offered a small, hesitant smile before quickly turning the other way. I donât understand why he is trying to smile at me. It was confusing, to say the least. This wasn't the Sunghoon I remember. The Sunghoon who had made my life miserable. This Sunghoon seemed... different. Unsure. Almost vulnerable. As Yuqi and I were preparing to leave, I excused myself to use the bathroom. On my way back, I quite literally bumped into Sunghoon in the hallway. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, steadying me with a hand on my arm. The touch sent an unexpected jolt through me. "You okay?" I nodded, unsureness in my voice. We stood there for a moment, an awkward silence stretching between us. "Listen, Y/N," he started, then paused, running a hand through his jet black hair. "I... I'm glad you came tonight. It was good to see you."
Before I could respond, he quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, completely baffled. It wasn't until much later, as Yuqi and I were stumbling back to our dorms, arms linked and giggling about nothing in particular, that I realized something. For the first time in years, I'd spent an entire evening in the same space as Sunghoon without letting it ruin my night. And more than that, I was left with the strangest feeling that maybe there was more to Sunghoon than I'd allowed myself to see. As I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted but oddly content, I couldn't help but feel like something had shifted. I wasn't naive enough to think one party had erased years of hurt and resentment. But maybe it was a start.ââââââââââââââââ
~~~~~
The next morning I woke up disoriented, borderline hungover. Roll over to the side to check the time on my phone. 11:09AM? It honestly felt like I slept for three days with how many drinks I consumed. I look further down the screen to see the notifications:
1:18 AM: @prksnghn02 started following you!
1:19 AM: @prksnghn02 Liked your post!
I must have fallen asleep to quickly too see this last night, but that was definitely right after we left the party.
I scroll through the conversation, smiling slightly at the messages
2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 Hey! You still here?
2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 I get it if you donât want to speak to me.
Why was he messaging me. What gives him the right? I igonore the message and delete the message request. All that before my thumb hesitantly hovered over the follow button on his profile, eventually turning it grey. I spent the weekend as usual, going to my job at night and studying in the mornings. Though I had the awkward interaction with Sunghoon at one party, I think that I could see myself going with Yuqi to another party some time. Not soon though because finals start on Monday and I have to pass to keep my financial aid. Thatâs another thing that pisses me off. I work day and night to pay for my schooling by myself, and Sunghoon gets it all handed to him for being okay at basketball. He teased me for growing up less wealthy than him, but if he were in my shoes, he wouldnât have thought it was so funny.
Monday morning I was walking through the main hall on campus, where they have to coffee shop that I occasionally stop by. Of course this time when I went, Sunghoon was standing at the bookstore across the walk way, talking to his girl-toys. It took everything in me to not make things awkward by looking in his direction, but for the split second I looked that way, he was already eyeing me down. I pretended to not notice, continuing into the coffee shop line as I would do normally. The line was fairly short. I looked down at my phone to distract myself until it was my turn to order. âI am sorry (Y/N)â a familiar voice says behind me, him lightly grazing my shoulder.
My eyes immediately snap to the owner of the voice. His brown eyes were staring directly into mine as if he could tell exactly what I was thinking just by looking at me. And I know he can. âHeyâ he seems to say, flashing me the smallest of smirks as his hand rests on the counter to my left. I scoff in disbelief. He really is serious now isnât he. I try to ignore him and continue with my order, but Sunghoon stops me in my tracks. My heart starts hammering harder in my chest as I glance around to make sure no one overheard. âHey (Y/N),â he repeats, giving me his infamous smirk. âI really am sorryâ he continues. Heâs watching me with a curious tilt to his head as he waits for my response.
âCan I buy you a drink? Maybe we can talk some more?â For a fraction of a moment, itâs hard to believe whatâs happening.
âWhatever you are trying to do, I donât want any part of itâ I said sternly, trying to shoo him away. I know he could see the annoyance on my face but that wasnât enough to get him to leave. âPlease, I want to make things rightâ he begged with a hint of charm in his voice. He reaches out to hold my wrist but this time instead of swatting him away, I let him. If anyone deserves an apology it should be me. He takes a step closer to me, tilting his head slightly. âFine I guess, but do not expect to get anything out of meâ I agreed hesitantly. His facial expression completely changed from worried to⌠relieved? We ordered together in line while I tried my best to ignore him. His scent was a distraction. It was captivating. It was comparable to mohagany and mint. Admittedly, he is tall and handsome, even when we were in middle school he had always been cute. But I would never say that out loud. Eventually, his named was called and we both went up to grab our drinks. âThank you Sunghoonâ I said while looking down, trying to get out of the situation as soon a possible. âWaitâ he says before I get to far away. âI will text youâ he added. I half way smiled and walked away.
~~~~~
At lunch, I found myself leaning against Yuqi as we sat at one of our tables outside. âHow do you feel?â she asked. âBetterâ I admitted. âItâll take some getting used to, but I think Iâm doing betterâ She nodded, seemingly satisfied by my reply.
âYuqi?â I spoke again once I had my full attention back on her. She turned her attention towards me expectantly.
âWhy donât you give him another chance?â she sighed, rolling her neck around. âI mean, he seems like he is genuinely trying to make it up to you.â
âYes he is putting in the effort now, but the pain that he put me through doesnât just go away in an instant, it will take time for me to trust himâ
âI understandâ she muttered.
~~~~~
A few days had passed but I had never received a message from Sunghoon. Maybe he forgot or maybe he was scaredâŚ. I donât know. But I canât help but to think that I was maybe looking forward to that message. Yuqi was right, maybe he does deserve another chance. The library was my number one studying location. It was quiet, I could focus, and nobody bothers me. I actually have some time to myself. I have tested out every study area here and the to floor is by far my favorite. I press the 5 on the elevator control pad, and as the doors start closing, someoneâs hand is placed between the doors, causing them to shoot back open. It was Sunghoon. I awkwardly scoot to the edge of the confined space to make sure there was more than enough room between us. His eyes light up when he realizes I was the one in the elevator.
âWould it be a problem if I rode with you?â he asked hesitatingly with an awkward smile.
âNo, why would there be a problem?â I replied quickly. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds after my answer, and then I heard the elevator ding and the doors slowly start closing again. God, being around him gave me mixed emotions. His aura is so captivating, but his personality is the opposite. And not to mention that mohagany scent again. We rode to the fifth floor in total silence and exited the elevator once it stopped. When we both made way out of the elevator to walk our own directions, He gently grazed my shoulder and said âGood luck with finalsâ and walked the other direction.
-
Later that same evening while I was still on the library, my phone pinged with a new notification.
prksnghn02: Hey are you available?
prksnghn02: I know I said I was sorry but I really want you to know how I feel. I canât do it over text.
I think this is the message that I have been waiting to see. I would appreciate to see him and have him fully apologize, though I donât think this is the right time. Itâs the middle of finals week and lord knows I am already struggling as is. I look up from my phone, observing my surroundings, and spot Sunghoon across the almost empty room lounging on a library bean-bag. Alone. Thatâs a first considering his royalty equivalent status on campus. He was clearly looking at me when I opened his message.
yourusername: Hey, sorry. I really need to study for this Sociology final. I can definitely carve out a time to meet next week.
I look up at him and point at my phone, making a frowny face and his expression mirrors mine.
prksnghn02: Who is the professor? I aced my sociology class I took over the summer. If you need any help lmk.
He looks at me with a thumbs up. His offer seems tempting, but what would I do? Sit there and hear him lecture me? It would already be hard enough to pay attention given how his arms are looking in that black fitted top.
yourusername: I will think about it.
I try to focus on my sociology notes, but my eyes keep drifting back to Sunghoon. He's still lounging on the bean bag, but now he has a textbook open on his lap. Every so often, he glances up, catching my eye before we both quickly look away. The tension is palpable, even from across the room. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. This is getting ridiculous. I'm here to study, not to play this weird game of cat and mouse with my former bully turned... what? Potential friend? The thought makes me uncomfortable. I make a split second decision on impulse and grab my phone, maybe regretting my decision later.
yourusername: Okay fine, come help me.
I witness Sunghoon look at his phone and shoot up out of his seat within the span of 3 seconds. Impressive. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as Sunghoon practically skidded to a stop in front of my desk. It was a stark contrast to his usual nonchalance. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and for a moment, I was back in middle school, his laughter echoing in the halls, the same laughter that used to sting.
âSo, sociology huh?â he said with the most awkward tone possible. âWhat do you need help withâ he continues, signaling his hand towards my messy notes. My notebook has definitely seen better days. I sighed, shoving my phone into the abyss of my backpack.
"Everything feels like gibberish. Professor Ramirez throws these massive lectures at us, and it all just blends together." Surprised laughter rumbled out of him.
"Ramirez? Yeah, he can be a bit much. But trust me, sociology isn't actually that complicated. Let's see your notes." Tentatively, I slid my well-worn notebook across the desk. He flipped through the pages, his brow furrowing in concentration. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft rustle of turning paper. I snuck a peek at him. His features were softened by a focus I wouldn't have expected. "Okay," he finally said, looking up. "This isn't so bad. You've got the basic concepts down. I think you're just getting overwhelmed by the details."
Relief flooded me. Maybe I wasn't completely incompetent after all. He settled into the chair across from me, his arm brushing mine for a moment as he reached for a pen. He continued to sort through my notes, trying to piece together what I may not be understanding. He was surprisingly patient with me, and even created examples for me to try and understand better. Not to mention that I couldnât keep my eyes off of him as he spoke. His black hair falling loosely in front of his dark brown eyes and black glasses was so sexy.
"So basically, social stratification is like the ranking system within a society?" I summarized, feeling a flicker of accomplishment. Sunghoon grinned, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Exactly! See, you were getting it all along." He paused, then reached for a specific page in my notes.
"Now, let's talk about power structures and how they influence social mobilityâŚ" Time melted away as Sunghoon patiently guided me through the sociological knowledge. I peppered him with questions, surprised by my own comfort level.
He answered them all with good humor and a surprising depth of knowledge that made him seem worlds apart from the bully I knew in middle school and the jock he is now. I looked at his face once again, admiring the way he furrowed his eye brows when he concentrated. I am snapped out of my trance with
âWhat?â Sunghoon questioned me, tilting his face to the side. I couldnât even comprehend what had happened until a second or two later.
âNothing! Itâs nothing. Go on with what you were sayingâ I averted my eyes towards the table to try and hide the blood in my cheeks. âHeh, OkayâŚ.â he chuckles fiddling with the ring on his finger. He pauses for a few seconds and picks up with âYou should get home soon. You donât wanna have late nights, right?â
He looks me dead in the eye as he says this, a hint of playfulness in his gaze. I glanced at my phone, startled to see it was already 1 AM. We'd been studying for hours without realizing it. The library, usually bustling with stressed students, was now eerily quiet.
"Oh wow, I didn't realize how late it got," I mumbled, hastily gathering my notes. Sunghoon stretched, his shirt riding up slightly. I pretended not to notice.
"Yeah, time flies when you're having fun with sociology, right?" he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "Right, because power structures are just a barrel of laughs." As we packed up our things, Sunghoon hesitated, then asked, "Hey, um, would you like me to walk you back to your dorm? It's pretty late." I paused, considering. The old me would have immediately refused, not wanting to spend an extra second with him.
But now... "Sure," I found myself saying. "That would be nice." We stepped out into the cool night air, the campus very quiet around us. For a moment, we walked in silence, the only sound our footsteps on the pavement.
"So," Sunghoon started, breaking the silence. "Did you find the study session helpful?" I nodded, surprised by my own honesty.
"Yeah, actually. You explain things... differently than I expected." He raised an eyebrow.
"Different good or different bad?"
"Different good," I admitted. "You're more... patient than I thought you'd be." Sunghoon chuckled softly. "Well, don't sound so surprised. Im not just a handsome face ya know.â I felt a retort forming on my lips, but bit it back.
âYeah yeah, donât flatter yourself.â As we walked, I couldn't help but sneak glances at him. In the soft glow of the street lamps, he looked... different. Softer somehow. Less like the arrogant boy I'd built up in my mind and more like... well, just a guy. "You know," he said suddenly, his voice quiet. "I meant what I said before. About being sorry." I felt my body tense. "Sunghoon, we don't have to-"
"No, please," he interrupted, stopping in his tracks. I turned to face him, surprised by the earnestness in his eyes. "I was a jerk in middle school. More than a jerk. I was cruel, and I've regretted it for years. I just... I want you to know that. I am sorry." I stood there, stunned. This vulnerability was so at odds with the Sunghoon I thought I knew.
"I... thank you," were the only words that were able to come out of my mouth. - I turned to face towards him as we reached the enterance of my dorm building. âOkay, I guess I can take it from hereâ I said, grabbing my key card out of my backpack.
âGoodnight, Sunghoon.â I entered the building and the door was already halfway closed before Sunghoon grabbed it and called out behind me, "Wait!â I stopped mid step and turned to meet his curious gaze, confused by what he could possibly want to say. I gave him a questioning look as he approached me slowly. His hands fidgeted nervously, and he took one last glance around, making sure no one was watching before reaching up to touch my cheek hesitantly. His thumb brushed the area under my eye lightly, his hand moving downwards slowly until he rested his palm flat on my jaw. I was somehow okay with this, despite the butterflies in my stomach.
My heart thudded loudly against my chest as I stared at his hand resting gently on my skin, unable to tear my gaze away from his. There was something magnetic about the way his eyes bore into me with an intensity I have never felt. âHave a good night, (Y/N)â he said softly, grazing my bottom lip with his thumb. He leaned down slowly while gazing into my eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. My breath hitched as he brought his other hand up and cradled my cheek, brushing some loose strands of hair out of my face. âYou too, Sunghoonâ
~~~~~
The end of finals week had finally come and I am not exaggerating when I say that this is the most relieved I have ever been in my life. I was lounging on my bed scrolling through tik tok and I saw a message pop up at the top of my screen.
prksnghn02: Hey! A few of us are having a small get-together at the frat house to celebrate surviving finals. You and Yuqi should come.
I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. A month ago, I would've immediately declined. But now⌠things were different. The study session with Sunghoon, our late-night walk, the way he'd touched my face before saying goodnight - it all swirled in my mind, a confusing mix of old resentment and new⌠something.
yourusername: Let me check with Yuqi. What time?
His response was almost immediate.
prksnghn02: Around 8? It's just a few people, nothing crazy. Promise it won't be like last time.
I couldn't help but smile at that. The last party had been a turning point, in a way.
yourusername: Okay, I'll let you know.
I rolled over, dialing Yuqi's number. She picked up on the second ring.
"Please tell me you're calling to drag me out of this post-finals funk," she groaned.
I laughed. "Actually, yeah. Sunghoon invited us to a small thing at the frat house. You in?"
There was a pause on the other end. "Sunghoon, huh? You two seem to be getting along better."
I could hear the smile in her voice. "We're⌠working on it," I admitted. "So, you coming or what?"
"Obviously," she said. "I'll be at yours in an hour. We need to talk about this Sunghoon situation, by the way."
I groaned. "There's no 'situation', Yuqi."
"Uh-huh. Sure. See you soon!"
She hung up before I could protest further. I flopped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
An hour later, Yuqi was sprawled on my bed, watching me rummage through my closet.
"So," she said, drawing out the word. "You and Sunghoon, huh?"
I threw a shirt at her. "There's no 'me and Sunghoon'. We're just⌠I don't know. Not enemies anymore, I guess."
Yuqi sat up, her expression serious. "Look, I know he was awful to you in middle school. But people change, you know? And he seems to be really trying."
I sighed, sitting down next to her. "I know. It's just⌠complicated."
She bumped my shoulder with hers. "Life's complicated. Doesn't mean you can't give it a chance."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Yuqi always had a way of cutting through my defenses.
"Now," she said, her tone lightening. "Let's find you something cute to wear. Just because it's not a 'situation' doesn't mean you can't look hot."
I rolled my eyes, but let her pull me back to the closet.The frat house was quieter than I'd ever seen it. No pulsing music, no crowds of people. Just the soft murmur of conversation and laughter drifting from the back patio. Sunghoon met us at the door, his face lighting up when he saw us. "Hey! You made it." he said, ushering us inside. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. "Drinks are in the kitchen, we're all out back."
As we followed him through the house, I couldn't help but notice how different he seemed here, in his element. Relaxed, open, a far cry from the popular Sunghoon I was used to seeing on campus. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, but somehow he made it look effortlessly attractive. The back patio was strung with fairy lights, casting a warm glow over the small group gathered there. I recognized a few faces from classes, but it was indeed a much smaller crowd than the usual frat parties.
Yuqi immediately gravitated towards a group she knew, leaving me standing awkwardly by the door. Sunghoon appeared at my side, two red cups in hand. "Here," he said, offering me one. "It's just punch, but fair warning - Heeseung made it, so it's probably stronger than it tastes." I took a sip, the sweetness masking the unmistakable burn of alcohol. "Thanks for inviting us," I said, surprised by how much I meant it. Sunghoon's smile was soft, almost shy. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure if you would." "Honestly? I wasn't sure either," I admitted. He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Well, I'm glad you did. Come on, let me introduce you to some people." As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The punch was indeed strong, but the warm buzz it provided was pleasant.
Sunghoon stayed close, always making sure I was included in conversations, laughing at my jokes, his hand occasionally brushing against mine in a way that seemed both accidental and deliberate. I found myself studying him when he wasn't looking. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the gestures he made when he was explaining something he was passionate about. It was hard to reconcile this Sunghoon with the boy who had tormented me in middle school. At some point, Yuqi caught my eye from across the patio and gave me a not-so-subtle thumbs up. I rolled my eyes at her, but I couldn't help the smile that subtly appears on my face.
As the night progressed, people started to drift away in twos and threes. Yuqi had gotten into an intense discussion about some TV show with a guy from her psych class, leaving Sunghoon and me alone on a small bench near the edge of the patio. The fairy lights cast a soft glow on his features, and I found myself staring longer than I should have. "You know," Sunghoon said, his words slightly slurred, "I never thought we'd be here like this." I raised an eyebrow. "What, drunk on your frat house patio?" He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "No, I mean... talking. Like friends."
His hand found mine on the bench between us, his fingers intertwining with mine. The touch sent a jolt through me, but I didn't pull away. "I was such an ass to you in middle school," he continued, his voice dropping low. "I... I didn't know how to deal with how I felt about you back then." I froze, my heart suddenly pounding. "What do you mean?" Sunghoon turned to face me, his eyes intense even in their alcohol-glazed state. "I had the biggest crush on you," he admitted. "But I was too stupid and insecure to know how to handle it. So I lashed out instead." I sat there, stunned.
The Sunghoon I knew in middle school, the one who had made my life miserable, had a crush on me? It didn't make sense, and yet... "That doesn't excuse what I did," he continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "Nothing excuses that. But I want you to know how sorry I am. And how glad I am that you're giving me a chance to make it right."
I looked at our intertwined hands, then back up at Sunghoon's face. The vulnerability in his expression took my breath away. "I... I don't know what to say," I whispered. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, leaning in slightly. "I just wanted you to know." We sat there for a moment, the air between us charged with possibility. Then, without thinking, I leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met softly, hesitantly at first. Then Sunghoon's free hand came up to cup my cheek, deepening the kiss.
It was sweet and a little clumsy, tasting of punch with a hint of alcohol. His lips were softer than I'd imagined - not that I'd been imagining it, of course. When we broke apart, I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Sunghoon's eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn't quite name.
"I... wow," he breathed, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. Before I could respond, the patio door slid open and Yuqi's voice rang out. "Y/N? You out here?" Sunghoon and I sprang apart, but not before Yuqi caught sight of us. Her facial expression completely changed, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" she asked, her tone teasing. I stood up quickly, nearly losing my balance. Sunghoon steadied me with a hand on my arm, the touch sending another jolt through me. "We were just... talking," I managed to say, knowing how unconvincing it sounded. Yuqi's grin widened. "Uh-huh. 'Talking.' Got it. Well, hate to break up this... conversation, but it's getting late. We should probably head out." I nodded, suddenly feeling very sober. "Right. Yeah. Let's go."
As we made our way back through the house, I could feel Sunghoon's eyes on me. At the front door, he caught my hand. "Text me when you get home safe?" he asked, his voice low. I nodded, words not being able to leave my mouth. He squeezed my hand once before letting go. - The walk back to the dorms was quiet, Yuqi mercifully holding back her questions until we were safely in my room. "Okay," she said, flopping onto my bed. "Spill. Everything. Now." I sank into my desk chair, my mind replaying the kiss over and over. "I... I don't even know where to start," I admitted.
Yuqi's expression softened. "Start at the beginning. And don't leave anything out."
~~~~~
Going over to Sunghoons frat house became a frequent thing over the winter break. About twice a week I would go with Yuqi and kick back with a few of his friends, the same ones that were there the first time.
During those times, we'd always end up hanging out in Sunghoons backyard, or playing in his pool. He definitely acted a lot different around his friends than I expected. More relaxed, open, less guarded. In turn he opened up to me a bit too.
âIf I beat you in a round of pool, you have take a shot with meâ Sunghoon said chuckling, nudging his elbow against my arm. âCome on, thatâs fair!â
âI guess, but what do I get it I win?â
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes suspiciously. âYou know what, I can think of somethingâŚâ He moved closer to me, the tip of his nose inches away from mine. A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to resist the urge to pull away. Instead, I remained still, watching nervously as his mouth slowly drew closer and closer. âI think you might like itâ he said teasingly.
âI guess I should just let you win thenâ I sighed sarcastically, trying to ignore the butterflies built up in my stomach.
He scoffs âI promise, sweetheart, I donât biteâ he said, moving back just enough so he could meet my eyes. His voice was low and husky, sending a ripple of heat through my body.
âSo, what kind of shot?â I asked lightly, trying to ignore the way my voice shook as I spoke.
âI think I have some Don Julioâ he mused, running a hand along the back of his neck.
Sunghoon it first to break all of the pool balls apart, declaring him as solids. Drinking beer between each of our turns and chatting about family and work, Sunghoon was a lot better at pool than he originally let on, because soon enough he had only 2 solid balls left, while I still had 5 stripes.
I was expecting him to have already won at this point. When he set his cue on the edge, lining up to hit one of the solids into a hole, the 8 ball shoots across the board, into the hole closest to me.
âAw shit, I guess you wonâ He said with a fake defeated look.
I laughed, setting my bottle aside. âLooks like it. Thanks for letting me have a couple extra roundsâ I said, winking at him. I missed my cue stick by mere centimeters, but didnât care. My eyes were locked on Sunghoon; his hair stuck up everywhere, his skin glistening with sweat after his game, his shirt clung tightly to his frame.
A loud bang echoed off the walls, making us both jump slightly. Sunghoonâs eyes snapped towards the window behind me, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. âSomeone just slammed the garage door shutâ he whispered. âDid they close up for the night?â
We had spent so much time playing pool, we didnât realize that slowly, one by one, people started to go home. This meaning that Yuqi probably caught a ride home with someone and the only people left here are the 3 frat guys staying in the house over the break.
âItâs getting late, I should probably call an Uberâ I said, rubbing my eyes for focus.
âWhy leave so soon? Doing Uber this late at night could be dangerous, you never know what kind of people could be out there.â
âWhat other option do I have? Yuqi went home alreadyâ I replied, grabbing my phone.
âYou can stay here, you can sleep on my bed and I will set up a bed on the floorâ he offered.
âI donât know if that is the best ideaâ I muttered, staring at my feet.
âJust sleep here. Donât waste money on an Uber, and I promise I can take great care of you.â he urged me, placing his hand under my chin so that I would finally look at him. âDo you really believe that I would let you get into a strangers car right now?â
I hesitated before nodding. âFine, but only because I trust you.â
~
We pack up all of our stuff from outside, including my purse and all of the extra alcohol. There are so many room in the frat house and I have never been upstairs, I have no idea which one is Sunghoons. As the two of us climb the stairs up to his room, we both silently agree not to mention the previous events from the other night.
Sunghoon doesnât know why I kissed him, And I donât know why he kissed me. Even though he did tell me a little about the reason behind our relationship, it wouldnât matter, he was too far gone for it to change anything anyway.
The moment we step into his room, he tosses his backpack onto the floor and gestures to the large queen sized bed sitting in the corner of the room.
âI didnât bring anything to sleep in, I canât sleep wearing jeans and a tank topâ I said, gesturing to my jeans.
âDonât worry about it, I can lend you somethingâ he said, walking over to a laundry basket of clothes lying on the floor near the wardrobe. âI havenât gotten the chance to put up my laundry, let me find somethingâ he explains, rummaging through the basket.
He pulls out a large black t-shirt and some basketball shorts. âHere, try these onâ and walked over, handing them to me, a slight smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
âLook away!â I playfully shouted while waving my hand to shoo him. â
âOh my gosh, okayâ he covers his eyes like a cartoon character.
Luckily I was wearing some spandex shorts and a sports bra underneath, so even if he did sneak a peek, which Iâm sure he did, nothing too important would have been exposed. On him the clothes look normal size, but on me, the shirt fit like a dress and the shorts touched half way down my shins. âI guess I have no choiceâ I shrugged.
I crawl into his bed while he went to fetch an extra blanket for me out of his closet. At this point, he was already in his sleep attire. No shirt and some basketball shorts. It was hard to concentrate when he was standing there wearing nothing but shorts. I admit that maybe I was staring a bit longer than appropriate.
âYou like what you see?â he says in a cocky tone, chuckling at my embarrassment.
âShut up, you are so annoyingâ I scoff and roll my eyes, laying back down on the bed.
âHaha okayâŚâ he smirks as he stands up from the closed with the blanket in his hand. âHopefully this will keep you warm enoughâ he said, covering me with the big piece of fabric.
âThank you, Sunghoonâ I said, turning over to attempt to catch some sleep. He set up a little bed on the floor with a blanket and a pillow right next to the bed and layer down as well.
After sometime of just listening to the sound of the crickets outside, the quiet noises of the street, cars passing by, the occasional chirp of a bird. The atmosphere was rather peaceful, comfortable almost. I couldn't help the small smile forming on my face as I lay my head on my arm.
My brain kept drifting away from sleep, my thoughts constantly drifting back to Sunghoon. My heart rate was rising with every second that passed, I tried desperately to calm myself down, not wanting to give any indication that I was starting to get aroused. The more I listened to the sounds outside, the more I felt the overwhelming desire to be wrapped up in his arms. Just to feel him hold me.
I sigh deeply, rolling over onto my side and facing him. The soft glow of moonlight illuminating the entire room, casting light patterns on his sleeping features. If this was any other day, I would definitely stare at him until dawn, taking in every minute detail of him.
I scooted over to the edge of the bed, just close enough for me to nudge Sunghoon with my foot. âHoon, are you awakeâ I whispered.
His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the brightness of the moonlight leaking through the blinds. âYeahâ he clears his throat. âWhy?â
âCan you lay with me?â I whispered again.
He stared at me for a second, trying to understand what was going through my mind. Eventually, he crawled onto the bed, lying down next to me. His body was hot against mine, making goosebumps erupt throughout my skin, but the feeling was comforting nevertheless. We laid like that in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's presence.
Eventually, it became too awkward and I had to move closer into Sunghoon, cuddling up next to him. âI like thisâ I say quietly, resting my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his faint scent. He chuckled slightly, positioning himself to where his fingers could comb though my hair.
I mumble, wrapping my arm around his torso. His fingers stopped their ministrations then, hesitating for a moment. I looked up at him from my position on his chest, curious as to what made him stop. I met his deep brown eyes that were focused solely on me. His gaze was soft, yet intimidating at the same time. Slowly, carefully, he lifted my head off his body and held it between his hands. Then he brought his lips to meet mine softly.
He pulled me in closer, gently running his fingertips along my jawline, making my heartbeat pick up in pace. His kisses were slow and sweet, the most tender kiss I've ever had. After several seconds of pure bliss, he pulled away slowly, watching me as if waiting for some sort of reaction. When my eyes fluttered open I met with his eyes, gazing deeply into each othersâ. A smile formed on my lips, making Sunghoon lean in to reconnect our lips again.
He placed his hands on the sides of my neck, holding me close to him, deepening the kiss, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. Our bodies pressed closely together, moving together rhythmically. His hands lifted up my oversized shorts and began roaming across my bare thighs, tracing up the hem of my shirt. We kept getting tangled in each otherâs clothing as we continued kissing.
He reached my breasts, pushing up my sports bra to give them an affectionate squeeze, causing me to gasp in response. My hands moved down from his shoulders and ran up the backs of his arms to his neck, pulling on his short hairs slightly. Pulling on the strands of hair caused him to release a low growl and deepen the kiss, pulling his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly I felt his teeth graze my bottom lip, causing me to whimper slightly at the unexpected pain. When he released my lower lip, he sucked on it, sucking on it harder and harder with his sharp canine teeth. âFuckâŚâ I moan, gripping tightly onto the ends of his dark brown locks.
He took the opportunity to slide his hands under my shirt, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples lightly, causing my stomach muscles to tense up involuntarily. A slight smirk crept onto his lips as he noticed this, but then he proceeded to push the crop top further up on my shoulders before placing soft gentle kisses along my collar bone. He sprinkled kissed on my shoulders and chest and then moved down towards my waistline, placing soft soft kisses along my belly button. His hand started to work its way downwards, slowly caressing the insides of my thighs.
He latched one of my nipples into his mouth, gently suckling the tight swollen bud of flesh with his teeth and tongue. As his hand reached down and slid his middle finger along the underside of my left thigh, causing me to grind against his hand.
He trailed his hand back up to the bottom of my shirts and bunched it up in his hand âCan I take this off?â he leaned next to my ear and whispered. My breath hitched at how sensual he sounded.
âPleaseâ I managed to speak out. He didnât reply immediately, only gave me a reassuring smile before pulling it over my head, only leaving my bra. His lips found their way back up to mine, sending a surge of electricity through me. His hands worked their way to bottom of my bra, lifting it up and throwing it to the side as well. The cool air on my bare stomach and chest suddenly sent tingles all over my body, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps all over my skin. He smiled at my reaction, continuing to caress my inner thigh.
âIs it okay if I take these off too?â he whispered, grazing the waistband of my shorts.
I let go of his arms and nodded my head yes, watching his expression change from relaxed to excited. I watched him pull those off and discard them as well, leaving only my thong on. âI hope this is okayâ he smiled. He was still looking at me with those intense eyes, making it difficult for me to breathe properly.
He removed the last piece of clothing from me, both my spandex and the shorts he gave me, revealing my beautiful skin and perfectly plump curves underneath. He took a few seconds to appreciate every inch of my body before sliding his slim fingers between my legs. Instinctively my knees fell apart slightly, allowing him access to my core which caused his eyes to darken even more. As he gently traced circles around my bud, sending me into complete ecstasy, I moaned loudly, moaning in pleasure as my hips began grinding into his finger tips.
âGod, youâre so prettyâ he whispered, trailing kisses along my cheek. I bit my bottom lip to suppress the moans coming out of my mouth as he continued to stroke the wetness inside of my thighs. âSo perfect.â
He spread my wetness all over his fingers and slid one finger inside of my desperate hole. At first, he started slowly, his thumb circling my clit while his middle finger slid in and out of my warm opening, slowly increasing the amount of pressure until I was gripping down onto his fingers with all of my strength. He increased the speed of his movements, adding another finger, pumping them hard into me. I closed my eyes and arched my back, trying my best to keep a good grip on his fingers.
âShit, youâre so wet angelâ he groans. He took his hand away to pull off his own shorts, with his boxers. His dick spring free, tip raging and dripping with precum. It was big, a lot bigger than I had expected.
I take all of his length into my fist as he continues contact with my folds. âFuck, that feels good, babyâ he says under his breath. I collect spit in my mouth and layer his tip and slide my hand up and down slowly.
I feel a familiar knot forming in my stomach as he keeps a consistent pace pumping his finger into my gushing pussy. âAgh yessâ I moan on his cock, feeling the burning sensation building up. He leans down to place a tender kiss on the back of my shoulder, his warm breath fanning my sensitive skin, causing my back arch even higher. "Let go babygirl"he murmurs against my shoulder.
I let my hand rest against his erection, stroking him slowly, feeling the tip get longer by the moment. Soon enough, I can no longer contain myself as I let the orgasm rip out of me. His name came spilling out of my mouth, followed by a loud moan âFuck Sunghoon, just like that.â I continue to hold on to him as the wave of pleasure takes over me, feeling my muscles start to seize up and my vision starting to blur.
As I'm regaining my composure, he pulls out of me, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. âYou taste so good, princessâ he praises, with sweat droplets forming in his forehead.My face turns red with embarrassment. I cover my face with my palms as I try to control my breathing. Sunghoon chuckles and grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from my blushing face and places them on his cheeks instead. âDonât be embarrassed, babygirl. That was hotâ he says. My blush gets stronger by the second.
âLet me get you cleaned upâ he suggested, getting out of the bed to go to his bathroom where he kept his extra cloths. He came back with a small smile on his face. He runs the rag between my legs and said âI am really happy you decided to spend the nightâ
âMe too Sunghoonâ my smile only visible by the moonlight. He went back into the bathroom to put the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper.
âNow come hereâŚâ He brings his lips to meet mine once more. He wraps his arms around my sore body, making my face bury into his chest. Our bare skin resting against eachother was so relaxing. His skin was soft, and he was perfectly toned to my liking. He runs his fingers through my hair and begins to massage my scalp, making my whole body tremble. âItâs really late, sweetheart, letâs get some restâ he whispers and kisses my forehead, then rests his chin on the top of my head. As I lay there in Sunghoons embrace, feeling the warmth radiating off him, my eyes gradually fall shut.
-
ăTaglistă : @sngleehee - @capri-cuntz - @namdeyuoi - @jaysupremacy - @tobiosbbyghorl - @hoonie-zzz - @jayhoonvroom - @mumeimei - @skaterhoonie - @nat123c - @branchrkive - @simpjay - @parksunghoonsgf - @jakeflvrz - @alienqbrain - @mitmit01 - @simhinata - @eternality - @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby - @jakesangel - @yjwsgf - @diorsyun - @en-ner-jay - @yeonzzzn - @hoonieesm - @hoonheepretty - @jaysupremacy - @cherry-park - @heeslomll - @alvojake - @taeghi - @dollyyun - @sumzysworld - @rikislady - @heeheeswifey - @chlorinecake - @flwrhoes - @hollyoongs - @simpjay - @sjylouvre - @starboimoon - @sjyunnsworld - @blurryriki - @yzzyhee - @sincerelyrki - @hoonven - @fatalwon
#enhypen#enhypen x reader#heeseung#enhypen jake#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen jungwon#jungwon#enhypen sunoo#kpop#heeseung smut#park sunghoon smut#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon smut#sunghoon angst#park sunghoon#sunghoon#engene#enhypen edits#jake enhypen#enhypen heeseung#enhypen scenarios#enhypen fluff#hxxsxxng#jay enhypen#enhypen jay#jake sim#kim sunoo#sunoo#jungwon x reader#yang jungwon
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Summary: Your rockstar boyfriend comes home early and finds you very needy. But he already knows that, doesn't he?
WC: 1.9k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), pure breeding kink, unprotected p in v, masturbation (m & f), mention of ovulation and periods, voyeurism if you squint, rockstar!Eddie Munson, established relationship
A/N: a collaboration with the love of my life @corroded-hellfire, based on the song Juno by Sabrina Carpenter.
--
Eddie Munson may have failed a few classesâthere was a reason he had three senior yearsâbut sex ed wasnât one of them. He learned how to use a condom, that girls could get pregnant their first time, and the difference between a pad and a tampon (living with his Uncle Wayne kept that conversation at bay.)
But the lesson Eddie recalls now is that ovulation occurs about seven days after your last period. Which, according to the pocket calendar he keeps stashed away during touring, is today.Â
It isnât like he asks about your cycle, but when he calls from the road, youâll mention when you have cramps or youâve just taken a Midol. At first, he tracked your periods so he could make sure the house had a plethora of chocolate during that awful week, but then he began noticingâŚother patterns.Â
Two months ago, youâd initiated phone sex, whining about how badly you needed him inside you, needed his cum, needed his cum inside you. Last month, youâd cheekily informed him that youâd snapped some Polaroids earlier that day and had express-mailed them to his hotel roomâphotos that were for his eyes only. Both of those instances occurred two weeks after your period ended.Â
This month, Eddie refused to be apart from you when your desire took over.Â
Thatâs how he finds himself ditching the End of Tour party, coming home a day early to surprise you. Itâs been months without you, months stuck in close proximity with Gareth, Jeff, and Grant. If Eddie doesnât get his hands on you soon, he might implode.Â
âBabe?â
No answer.Â
Eddie frowns, taking the winding stairs two at a time. The light in your bedroom is on, the door slightly ajar. A soft humming comes from inside, the noise interrupted every so often with your unrestrained moans.Â
He canât help but listen for a moment.Â
âEddieâŚf-fuckâŚright thereâŚâ
If he hadnât been away for so long, he might have let you enjoy your solo time. Maybe heâd secretly rub one out to your sweet sounds. A high keening sound robs Eddie of his thoughts as he slips his own hand into his pants.Â
His mind is blank, no memory of the thoughts that were just floating through his consciousness. Now, thereâs only the sound of your breathy moans and the way his fingers wrap around the base of his cock.Â
âEddie,â you whine pathetically, âneed you to fill me up, baby. Please, please, please.â
As if his body is running on autopilot in response to what you just said, Eddie removes his hand from his pants and pushes the bedroom door fully open. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed in pleasure so you donât see your boyfriend as he stalks closer to the bed.
âNeed your cum, Eddie,â you whimper, body trembling with want.Â
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â Eddie coos softly, loud enough so you know heâs there, but not enough to scare you or ruin the mood. âIâll give you everything you want.â
Your eyes fly open at the sound of that sultry voice. The mood in the room begs for you to keep going, to keep working your fingers in and out of your needy hole as Eddie rips his shirt off over his head. But your curiosity is too strong to keep at bay, even with the neediness surging through you.
âE-Eddie?â you ask through labored breath. âWhatâre you doing home?â
âSkipped out early so I could be with my girl.â
Eddie undoes the buckle on his belt, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. âAnd itâs a good thing I did. I canât have my pretty princess all needy for me like this. Let me help you, baby.â Eddie gets the handcuffs off his belt and hangs them on his index finger as he approaches the door of the bed. A dark eyebrow quirks up as he gives you a smirk. âNow that Iâm home with these, sweetheart, you donât need to use those pink fuzzy ones you keep in the drawer.â
âPlease,â you whimper.
That one little word is all Eddie needs to hear before he kicks his jeans off and quickly shuffles out of his boxers. He kicks them somewhere to be found at a later time and kneels on the foot of the bed.Â
Your dark, lust filled eyes follow his every movement.Â
âEds, can youââ
Eddie grins, already pressing kisses along your inner thighs to your core. âBaby, you donât gotta tell me what to do. I know this body better than I know my own.â
With that, his tongue finds your clit, licking and sucking with excruciating precision. His ringed fingers wrap around your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders and tugging you close.Â
He breathes in, inhaling your scent like itâs a god-sent nectar.Â
âMissed my pretty girl and her pretty pussy,â he mumbles into you. âSo fuckinâ perfect.â
Your leg twitches as he laps at you, a mixture of his saliva and your arousal pooling beneath you. The noises youâre making are involuntary and straight up obscene.Â
âEddieâŚEddieâŚoh my god, Eddie!â Throwing your head back, you feel your body tense in anticipation of that delicious release. Your orgasm is a tidal wave, crashing over you in a way you hadnât experienced since Eddie had left for the tour.Â
Eddie sits back now, rocking on his heels. âStill got it, huh?â His grin is proud and slick with your sheen.Â
âDefinitely.â
âGood.â He presses his palms to his thighs and stands up, giving you a better view of his own desire.Â
Pre-cum leaks from his tip, his cock rock-hard just from eating you out. You have a strong suspicion that if youâd taken any longer to finish, he wouldâve busted before you.Â
You want to take him in your mouth, to glide your tongue over the prominent vein and knead his balls until youâre swallowing his load.Â
Eddie, however, can only focus on one thing.Â
âHeard my pretty girl wants me to fill her up,â he coos. âIs that true? Do you want me to fill you up until my cum drips out of you?â
To his surprise, you shake your head no.Â
âDonât want it to drip out of me. I want to keep all of it inside.â
The groan that emanates from Eddieâs throat fuels a fire in your belly. His cock twitches, the head tapping against his navel.Â
âSounds like you want me to claim you. Permanently.â Not just the hickeys that fade within a few days. No, you want him toâ
Without hesitating, Eddie climbs onto the bed and positions himself on top of you.Â
âAllow me the honors, sweetheart.â Eddie drags the tip of his cock through your wet center and pushes in with a groan. âFuck, thassit. Feels even better than I remember.â
You gripped his biceps, relishing in the gentle stretch of him within you. Every tour felt like an eternity, but that first time together each time he came home was worth the wait.Â
âNow,â Eddie growled into your ear as he found his pace, âtell me what you want. Tell me what you need from me.â
You scrounge up a reply with the sliver of your mental capacity that isnât focused on him. âYour baby.â
Eddie smiles, kissing down your jawline. âYou need my baby, huh? Need me to put a baby in this cute belly of yours?â
âMhm. Need that s-so bad, Eddie. Please.â The words tumble from your lips in utter desperation. All you can think about is having his baby, his hands caressing your bump, knowing that heâs the reason youâre pregnant.Â
âGoddamn,â Eddie hisses. He buries his head in your neck. âBeg for my baby some more.â
You arch your back, letting him wrap his arm around your waist. âPlease give me your baby. Pleasepleasepleaseââ
His fingers grip you harder, his movements becoming more erratic with each thrust. You can feel his fingernails digging crescents into your skin.Â
âThere we go, sweet girl. Fuck, âm closeâŚâ
You nod, too enraptured in him to even utter the words âme, too.â All you can manage are a few strangled moans as your orgasm washes over you. Your body is light with pleasure, drifting away on a cloud of contentment.Â
âEddie.â The sound of his name on your lips tips him over the edge. Itâs just the way you say it, all breathy and soft, that drives him wild.Â
With a final groan, Eddie spills into you. âOh, sh-shitâŚthatâs it. Take it. Take my cum, baby.â There was a primal edge to every word.Â
Both spent from all your exertion, Eddie flops down next to you and the only sounds are two ragged breaths as you both attempt to control your breathing.Â
Once your bodies have calmed down a bit, Eddie turns on his side and splays one large hand across your lower abdomen. His warm palm is a comforting weight, one that has your eyes slipping closed and a smile coming to your face.Â
âYouâre home early,â you finally say.
Eddie chuckles and leans in to press a lingering kiss to your shoulder.
âMissed you. Didnât wanna go to some dumb party if you werenât going to be there.â He presses another kiss a little higher on your shoulder. âEspecially not when youâre ovulating.â
Your heavy eyes open and you let your head fall to the side, coming face to face with your boyfriend.
âHowâd you know I was ovulating?â
âI remember when you got your period,â he says. âJust some simple math. I may not have been able to pass geometry, but this kind of math I can do.â
A soft chuckle emanates from your chest and you fully turn on your side to face him. Eddie wastes no time pulling you flush up against his chest, his strong arms winding around you.
âCame here with a mission to knock me up, huh?â you tease, nuzzling your face against the side of his neck.Â
âSeemed like an easy decision.â Eddie presses a kiss to the top of your head. âYou want to be carrying my baby. I want to get you pregnant. Little Munson Junior wants to be born. Everyone wins.â
You laugh as you bury your face against his shoulder.Â
âWould love to have a little you,â you say.Â
âNah, I hope they look like you,â Eddie says. âOne of you is already unbearably cute, I canât wait to have two.â
âCanât wait to snuggle them,â you say, a lazy smile spreading on your face at the thought. âYou, me, and a little baby.â
âOur little baby,â Eddie adds.
âHopefully this one took,â you say.
âEither way Iâm prepared. If youâre not, Iâm more than willing to fuck you every waking moment until it sticks. If you areâŚwell, I may have picked up a few pregnancy tests on the way home,â Eddie admits.
âYou didnât.â You look up at your boyfriend, a gleeful chuckle following your words.
âHell yeah, I did. Corroded Coffinâs latest album and tour are over and done with. Itâs time you and I had our own little collaboration.â
âI like the sound of that,â you hum. âWe make pretty sweet music together.â
âOh, we absolutely do.âÂ
Eddie waggles his eyebrows roguishly before resting his forehead against yours. âBut tonight,â he murmurs mischievously, âIâm hoping to hear some screamo.âÂ
--
#eddie x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x you#fanfic#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things#smut#eddie munson angst#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x fem!reader smut
2K notes
¡
View notes