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sub!hamzah x f!reader smut (lowkey perv!hamzah if you squint)
hi everyone! i thought of this idea at like 3am a couple nights ago and it has been plaguing my mind ever since. please enjoy! message me requests please! i am desperate for prompts.
summary: after losing a few of your panties, you begin to suspect your shy roommate Hamzah. but, coming home early one night, you are met with a sight that would change things for good.
warnings: smut under cut! DON'T read if you are under the age of 18.
word count: 2575
For weeks, you had been losing your underwear. You would put your clothes in the washer, then the dryer, but by the time you got back to your room and folded your clothes, one, or sometimes two, pairs of your panties were missing. It was concerning, to say the least. However, when you lost your favorite pair (pink cotton with white lace and bows), you began to get frustrated.
âHamzah?â you ask your roommate while heâs in the kitchen getting snacks.
âMmh?â he responds, mouth full with doritos.
âKind of a weird questionâI mean, you probably have no fucking clueâbut have you seen my panties anywhere? I canât find them.â
At the mention of panties, Hamzahâs cheeks flush a light shade of pink. âPanties?!â he asks, mouth still full. He swallows thickly. âNo, I mean, I donât think so. What do they look like?â
âUm-â you felt yourself blush a light shade of pink, thinking about how embarrassing it was talking about your panties with your hella attractive roommate. âTheyâre pink and whiteâbows too.â
If possible, Hamzah flushed an even deeper shade of red. âO-oh, no. No. I havenât seen them anywhere,â he huffed out an awkward laugh, looking anywhere else in the room but your eyes.
âThatâs okay,â you say, giggling awkwardly. The tension palpable in the room. âJustâŠyou know, if you do see them, let me know.â
â
Later that week, after getting home early from a party, you were met with the most surprising of circumstances. You entered your apartment and kicked off your shoes; the 4-inch heels had killed your feet. Every light in the apartment was offâsave for the small light emanating from the clocks on the oven and microwaveâand it was dead silent. Eerily silent. You knew that Hamzah was home, I mean, he never left. But it was only 11pm, which was way too early for him to go to bed. You at least expected to hear him typing on his computer, or hear the faint sound of his laptop playing a show, or hear him yelling at whatever stupid game he was playing with Martin. But no. Absolutely nothing.
Just then you heard it. Although you werenât exactly sure what âitâ was. A faint, but deep, groan, as if someone was crying out in pain. You strained your ears, listening for that noise again. There! There it was again, the exact same noise, although this time you could hear a faint squeaking following the groan.
âHamzah,â you hesitantly call out. You creeped forwards in the direction of his bedroom. The deep sounds followed by squeaking got louder as you neared his room. The door was ajar and you peeked through the crack. You almost let out a loud gasp at the sight before you, clapping your hands over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping your lips. Hamzah was stretched out on his bed, head tilted back as he thrust his cock into his hand. You shot back from the door, face reddening. You felt embarrassed for staring so unabashedly at the dark-haired man in such an intimate situation. Even so, you felt a throbbing deep in your core and you knew that if you reached down to touch your panties beneath your dress, you would be soaking wet. Slowly, mentally slapping yourself, you peered through the crack in the door again. Hamzahâs head was tilted back in pure ecstasy, pretty lips spilling whines and groans as the bed squeaked with every thrust into his hand. You watched, panties growing wetter by the second, as he reached next to him and brought a piece of fabric up to his nose, inhaling deeply and letting out a heady whine. Your eyes widened as you recognized the slip of fabric as your favorite pair of panties. The pink ones with the white lace.Â
Your name spills from his lips, eyes rolling back into his head. Holy fuck. You sat on your knees, rolling your wet folds against the palm of your hand. You couldnât believe the sight before your eyes. Your roommateâwho youâve had a crush on since moving in with himâwas jerking off to you, your underwear pressed deeply into his nose. Hamzahâs hips stuttered, edging dangerously close to release.
âF-fuck, y/n,â he whimpered. âS-so good. So fucking pretty. G-gonna, gonna cum, shit.â At this desperate confession, a high-pitched whine escaped your parted lips and your eyes widened, clapping your hands over your mouth. Hamzah abruptly stopped his motions, whipping his head in the direction of the unprecedented sound. His glossy eyes met yours, fucked-out expression directly mirroring your own.
âS-shit,â he said breathlessly, stumbling out of bed and covering his erection with the sheets around his legs. You shot backwards from the door, tumbling directly into the wall. Hamzah fumbled to get pants on, and ran towards you, a pleading look in his eyes.
âHoly shit, y/n. I-I, um, I had no idea that you were home. I wouldnâtâŠI wouldnât do that. Not if I knew that you were here.â
You were still sat on the floor, pink blush fast-spreading across your cheeks. You felt a coy smile tickling your lips. âWere youââ you looked up at Hamzah, feeling a dangerous rush of confidence flood your mind, âWere you jerking off to me?â
Hamzahâs eyes widened impossibly large. âIâno. I meanâŠno,â he said. âDefinitely not.â
âReally,â you said seductively, rising up from your position and stepping closer to the trembling man. âBecauseâŠâ you leaned in to whisper in his ear. âI swear I heard you say my name.â A deep red blush spread across Hamzahâs cheekbones and he swallowed audibly.
His voice lowered a decibel. âNo,â he whispered. âNo, I wasnât.â
You smirked at how flustered you made him. âI didnât take you for a liar, you know.â You pushed past the taller man into his room. The moment you enter, you felt your core throb, the smell of sweat and sex and and something purely Hamzah penetrating your nostrils. You made your way to his bed, sheets strewn carelessly, and picked up the pink underwear that had fallen to the floor in Hamzahâs rushed attempt at maintaining his dignity. You dangled the fabric from your extended pointer finger.
âSo what are these then?â The panties sway from your finger, and Hamzahâs puppy-like eyes follow the cloth to and fro like a tennis match.Â
âIâ,â he gulped. âI donât know how those got there.â
You stepped toward him. âSo youâre really just gonna play dumb with me then, huh?â You took careful step after careful step until you were inches away from the timid, trembling man. âYouâre not dumb, Hamzah.â You reached up until his glossy eyes came face-to-face with your panties. âTake them.â
Hamzahâs dumbfounded expression stared back at your own. You shifted the fabric forward, directly into his big nose, and he shakily inhaled, eyes almost rolling back into his own head. âF-fuck,â he whimpered out. Swiftly, as if they were never there in the first place, you removed the outstretched panties from his prying nostrils. The look he gave you, as his eyes slowly opened, made your legs weak and your core throb. He looked as though he would give you the world, or anything you asked, as long as he could be face-to-face with that stupid piece of cloth again.
âTell me what you want,â you asked, voice low and seductive.
âYou,â he whispered, eyes darting from your own, to the wall, to the panties still clutched in your hand, and back to your own.
You smile at his bashfulness. âA little louder,â you said, feeling cocky. You reach up to push back his dark, messy curls from his sweaty forehead.
Hamzahâs dark eyes met your own and you melted. âYouâŠI want you. I want you so fucking bad it hurts.â You felt your core tighten. Hamzah looked at you with glossy, pleading eyes. You looked down and noticed the erection still straining in his pants. You turn around and walk to his bed, sitting on the edge. You pat the soft bedding next to you.
âCome here.â Hamzah moved at the speed of light, by the time you blinked he was sitting down next to you, hands politely together in his lap. You lean over to straddle Hamzahâs thick thighs, dress riding up, the thin cloth of your panties doing nothing to stop you from feeling his erection pressing against your wet folds. You intertwine your hands behind his neck while he looks up at you with intense adoration and devotion. Your hands cup his cheeks.
âWhat do you want, baby?â you ask. You reach down, beneath the waistband of his gym shorts, and grasp his hard length. Hamzahâs parted red lips elicit a whiny gasp as his large hands firmly grasp your waist.Â
âI wantââ he starts, barely able to string a sentence together as you begin to move your hand up and down his length. âI want to be inside you.âÂ
You chuckled coyly, moving your hand faster. âAnd what makes you think you have the right to be inside me.â Groans and gasps tumbled from Hamzahâs wet lips. His head was tilted back, a purely fucked-out expression bedazzling his beautiful face.Â
âI justâ,â he blissfully moaned out. âI just want to feel you.â His hands snaked up your dress, reaching up to grasp at your covered tits. His big hands connected with your sensitive nipples that were poking out through the fabric. A dirty, stupid idea shot into your head. You pull away from Hamzah, untangling yourself from his roaming hands. âW-what?â he said, confusion written all over his pretty face.Â
âI donât know,â you respond. âIâm kinda pissed at you right now. Do you know how fucking gross it is to come home to your roommate touching himself to you? Desperately jerking off, my favorite fucking pair of panties in your grimy hands. Youâre a disgusting little slut, arenât you?â Hamzahâs covered cock visibly twitched in his gym shorts. He let out a heady whimper at your vile tone and words. âOhâŠâ you said, a dark and naughty gleam twinkling in your eyes. âDo you like that shit? Do you like it when I call you a stupid fucking whore?â Hamzahâs hips grinded against the air, desperate for any sort of friction against his aching cock.
âI think,â you say, reaching down to pick up the pink panties you had discarded to the side, âThat I donât want a disgusting slut like you to touch me, not with those filthy fucking hands of yours.â Using the elastic of your lacy panties, you tie Hamzahâs hands together behind his back. He whimpered at your touch, the light graze of your fingers shooting electricity down his spine and into his desperate member. Once Hamzah was fully tied up, unable to move his hands to touch your body, you flung your current pair of panties off and sat back on his lap again. You reached into his pants once more, pulling his weeping cock from within his shorts. You rubbed his erection up and down your wet folds, looking down to see the soaking, wet mess you were making of his cock. You line his tip up with your hole, sliding him into your wet cunt. The stretch was unbearably pleasurable and Hamzah let out an unfiltered groan.
âShut up,â you told him, placing your hand over his mouth. âI donât want to hear a fucking word from you.â You began bouncing up and down on his cock, whines and moans escaping your parted lips at the fulfilling sensation deep within your cunt. Hamzah looked completely pathetic beneath you, eyes filled with desperation as he clumsily attempted to thrust up into you. You grab onto his curls, yanking as his cock hits a particularly sensitive spot deep within your cunt. Hamzah lets out another whine at the tugging sensation. Immediately, you stop your motions and slap him across the face.
âI told you to shut up,â you said roughly, voice rattling with an emotion you had never thought could possess you: dominance. And you were enjoying it. You enjoyed seeing this tall, muscular man writhe beneath your smaller body, pathetically attempting to engage and make you feel good. An idea flitted through your head. You reached down to the floor and grabbed your discarded panties. Squeezing his cheeks together in your hands, you opened up his mouth and shoved your panties in, effectively gagging him. Hamzah let out a muffled groan at the feeling of the used cloth being shoved between his lips. Hips jerking into you now at a frenzied pace. The increased speed of his cock inside you felt like heaven, and you let out a high-pitched moan, collapsing into his shoulders. You rode his cock violently, Hamzahâs pathetic face reflecting your own shining pleasure. Hamzahâs hips began to stutter, his gagged moans becoming increasingly frequent as his eyes fluttered closed, and you knew he was close. You reached down to touch your clit, hoping to reach your climax at the same time. The combined pleasure of touching your clit and the sweet stretch of Hamzahâs cock hitting that delicious spot deep inside you made your head tip back in ecstasy. Hamzahâs eyes widened and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.
âDo you want to cum, baby?â you asked sweetly, rocking your hips softly against his. He nodded his head aggressively. Your walls fluttered around his cock, and Hamzah looked in pain, nose scrunched and eyes squeezed shut. You realized, as you continued to rock your hips, that he was waiting for your permission to cum.
âOh,â you say sweetly. âYou want my permission, hmm?â You giggle softly as Hamzah tries to talk, the soft fabric in his mouth preventing him from doing so. âYou can cum, baby, I want you to.â At this admission, Hamzahâs face tightens and his hips stutter and begin to shake. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you, spurting cum against your tight walls, sent you over the edge. Hamzahâs chest was heaving as he watched you writhe on top of him, your pleasure furthering his own. You let out a high-pitched whine as you come down from your high. Hamzahâs eyes were wide, glossy, and pathetic as they met your own. You pulled the pair of panties out of his mouth and he sucked in a deep breath. You slid off his length and reached behind him, untying your panties from around his wrists. He let out a sigh as his hands became free, rubbing them together to recirculate the blood flow.
âAre you okay?â you ask him, suddenly feeling a deep sense of embarrassment. âIâm sorry! That was fucking crazy! I didnât at all mean to take it that far.â
Hamzah looked up at you, a playful smile spreading across his face. âAre you kidding me? You have no idea how bad Iâve wanted to do that with you.â
âYeah! ButâŠlike that?â you respond. âI-I meanâŠI slapped you. I feel like I took it too far.â You move to leave the room, embarrassment bleeding all over your face in a deep red color. Hamzah reached you in an instant, arms wrapping around your waist from behind, head resting on your shoulder. He placed a sweet kiss on your neck.
âTrust me,â he said. âThat was exactly what I wanted.â
#hamzahthefantastic#hamzah x reader#hamzah x reader smut#hamzah x y/n#hamzah x you#hamzahfic#hamzahimagines#hamzahthefantastic x reader#slushynoobz#youtube
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The recent addition of Leonie Fire Emblem to my favorite characters list is proof that I have a type, and that type is "tough young women with a boatload of tenacity and also So Many Problems Like Good Lord Girl Get A Therapist"
#other listed characters include roughly half the homestuck girls#multiple of my OCs#and spider gwen#there are probably more but I can't think of them off the top of my head#OH YEAH Claudia Dragon Prince and Catra. surprisingly not Glimmer although she absolutely fits the bill#oh and when I say type I do not mean it in an attractiveness way#I have no idea how all this reflects on me#ooh ooh and Chloe Price and maybe Kate Marsh too. depends on how you interpret the latter's character#I personally think that just because Kate's gentle and kind doesn't mean she doesn't have a strong core#Max Caulfield on the other hand is I don't know. she's pretty wishy-washy. but I guess she counts#okay NOW I'm done.#meow shut up challenge#WAIT NO CASS CAIN ABSOLUTELY FITS THE MOLD. babs too#Alphys is too weak Undyne too well-adjusted and Eda too old to count#okay MAYBE undyne counts. she has Anger Management Issues#going to post now and ultimately regret not adding more characters later. but oh well
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Chappel Roan saying sheâs sad sheâs demisexual and then thereâs me being aroace as a whole like donât you think Iâm even more sad đ
#not saying sheâs not allowed to feel sad at all#just makes me think about myself LOL#I hate being aroace itâs like everyoneâs part of a secret club I will never be a part of#and that people donât tend to understand and if they do they never uphold that fact#like I actually have thrown up before from the concept of being in a relationship because itâs horrifying#and disgusting to me in a practical sense#like I donât want to throw up every time I start thinking about those things I just want to be normal#and not panic like a relationship sounds like even worse than a death sentence#ppl think aroace is cute and problem free but itâs literally so uncomfortable and inconvenient when youâre in a world which a) doesnât#understand wth aroace is b) doesnât respect it at all c) has shit povs on what friendship is and how it can be more fulfilling than somethin#and d) how badly it impacts some ;-; like ik it sounds easy but try telling yourself omg I want to have a forever bestie#but then said forever bestie will never end up truly putting you first because theyâd have a partner who will be their number one#and as usual you wonât even be second place you will be last like always#because Iâve noticed that the moment ppl get a partner suddenly they become their forever bestie role and then I canât have that cause it#freaks me out and disgusts me all at once so Iâm literally just cursed with forever feeling lonely and not meaning anywhere near as much to#someone who you wish could even look your way the way you do to them âŠ#honestly by the day these reminders make me feel more and more aplatonic but itâll simultaneously always feel like a hole in my heart#because apparently being aroace is like being some weird person and some freak#and not in the đ»đâŻđ¶đđ type of connotation LMAO I mean just plain freak#and then that loneliness will always accumulate and accumulate and accumulate until I physically cannot handle it anymore or I take matters#into my own hands and just off with her head to myself LMAO#dora daily#and that is why despite aroace being cool to me itâs just not placed in an environement which makes it cool#as those assholes tend to say oh meh meh meh you never struggled girl ⊠weâre in the 21st century every person in the lgbt community is#living the life dating who they want and being with who they want#but allegedly it is but a crime I canât like anyone and that nobody fucking listens to me when I say I have an attraction deficit#and that they take it upon their hands to define what Iâm attracted to or head canon me as whatever they are#I swear Iâm not even fucking worth that shit just leave me alone đ#I promise like if I was with somebody they will regret the day they were born by being with me LOL I am not all that in fact me being aroace#is saving them from torture â ïž anyways ! rant over :3
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sometimes I wonder why all famous internet women are attractive, if it's because they are just more confident in sitting in front of a camera or the inherent societal nature of people (women included) is to watch attractive women and their attractiveness is part of what makes them gain popularity even in genres that do not focus on beauty and fashion.
or if it's just cause I'm hella fucking gay
#litchi.txt#theres a whole essay that could be written on the topic#but I notice that a lot of male videoessayists are not yknow. sex bombs#theyre dressed in hoodies and have balding spots and a stubble that they forgot to shave maybe some chub#and Im not saying this as 'oh these are ugly traits' no I mean it in a sense that they are a lot more laid back about their appearance#and they also do not appear entirely conventionally attractive#neither in a cishet hot man way nor in more queer perception#(and lets admit it. queer spaces do have a few Types that they find hot that are not mainstream. but theyre queer mainstream)#theyre just Some Guys#and then when I watch women or fem-presenting individuals theyre all just... pretty?#they care for their appearance a lot more first and foremost. which I love. themed outfits for videoessays my beloved#but theres still a certain amount of just... pretty faces by default#I dont think ive ever really seen a fem-presenting/fem-leaning individual that wasnt already pretty#be it in a mainstream or queer mainstream way#and Im wondering if its just cause Im a lesbian or because non-attractive fem-presenting individuals dont get the attention#because we are somehow hardwired to watch hot women. but with men we give a pass#someone smarter than me probably already did an essay on this
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â· First Time?
Synopsis . When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that heâs a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that. / Pairing . virgin!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), premature ejac, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, porn w plot, teasing, taunting, filth, etc. / wc . 6k
A/N: ty to the nonnie on my main who asked if Iâd ever write virgin!jjk men :3 [MDNI]
Who wouldâve thought?
Of all people, Sukuna, a virgin? It just didnât make sense.
He was this stand-offish asshole who most people respected out of pure fear. He didnât exactly do parties and yet you could always find him at one. Heâd always have some chick on his arm or even in his lap so, in what world would anyone with a brain assume heâs actually never been inside a woman before?
And to make his lack of game all the more unbelievable, heâs even rumored to have a big dickâ itâs like some overly well-known campus fact about the guy.
So, again, what reason would anyone have to think the guy was a virgin?
Certainly not you, of course. And you donât expect to be the only person to find out such information either.
The way you find out is probably even more bizarre than the fact itself. You and him had little to no reason to ever interact with each other. You werenât some shy nerd who holed herself up in her room all day or anything but you werenât much of the party type other.
You were stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, vicariously living through some of your friends who had better things going for them.
As such, there was no real reason for you and Sukuna to cross paths. He never even had a reason to acknowledge your existence until the two of you are paired up together for a project in the one class you happen to take together.
ââ
The background noise is the chatter of your fellow classmates and their own project partners, you find your partner grumbling out a low, âWhat?â In response to your last statement, having hardly heard a thing you said.
âI said,â You huff, sitting beside the man in question as today marks week two of you being paired up with him for this semesterâs project, âWe should be meeting up outside of class too. We could get his knocked out in like a day if you just-â
âOh that,â Sukuna cuts off casually. Seated all slouched back in his seat, his legs sprawled out in that signature manspread of hisâ he rolls his eyes at your little reminder, âYou said somethinâ about that last week.â
You speak through slightly gritted teeth, fighting the headache heâs about to give you from this conversation alone, âAll the more reason for you to take it into consideration. The faster we get this done, the less we have to deal with each other.â
As you say that, you glance at him only to find his eyes directly on yours already. Heâs got such lazy posture, his head tilted slightly whilst he gazes at you so intently, and his big muscular arms folded across his chest. Even wearing a black hoodie and gray sweats, he still looks as attractive as everâ mean low-lidded crimson eyes locked on yours, tattooed face so beautifully defined, and rosy lips pulled into such an uninterested little frown.
Up until your words hit his ears properly, âThe less we have to deal with each other, huh?â Sukuna repeats, narrowing his eyes even further at you, âYou barely even know me ând yet you want nothing to do with me already.â
âI know enough about you, Sukuna,â You say with a sigh, âAnd you hardly contribute to this project as is. Which only proves that everything they say about you is probably true.â
He arches a brow, his interest piquing, âAnd what exactly do people say about me?â
You let off a light scoff, âDonât act like you donât know.â
âBut I donât know,â Sukuna tells you honestly, maroon eyes boring into yours.
You stare for a moment as you try to decipher whether or not heâs being honest right now. How does he not know what people say about him? Everyone talks about his brooding personality very openly.
âThey say youâre an ass,â You eventually say to the man.
To which his lips twitch into a slight smirk, âAnd you believe that?â
âSeeing as Iâve asked you to, at the very least, type your name on this document and you havenât even done that yet,â You scoff, âYes.â
The two of you mildly glare at one another for a moment before Sukuna leans up in his seat. Breaking eye contact for just a moment to look at his laptop, he swiftly moves to open up that shared document of yours and types his name out with a heavy sigh.
After which, heâs slouching back again and looking at you, âDonât believe everything people tell you, woman.â
You roll your eyes at him, âWhat? Are you not fond of rumors? That still doesnât negate the fact that youâre an assho-â
âWhen do you want to meet up?â Sukuna grumbles out almost reluctantly, watching the way you pause and swallow thickly as he catches you off-guard.
Heâs almost even intrigued by how quickly you bounce back, despite being caught by surprise, âFriday. Are you free?â
âUnfortunately,â He grumps.
You give him a little shrug, âGood. Iâll see you then.â
And that was it. That was how each and every interaction with you and Sukuna went. Bickering back and forth about him not doing shit to help you with something thatâll affect your grade majorly, criticizing you about being too focused and needing to relax every now and then, and even calling you a stuck-up little brat one timeâ it was safe to say, you and Sukuna didnât get along too well.
Not that you minded anyway. He wasnât your first partner to care little about their grade so, you knew how to deal with these kinds of people by now. Typically, you indulge yourself in their craving to ârelaxâ just once and then they promise to start helping. Youâve gone down that path before and itâs worked for you then so you assume things will go the same way with Sukuna.
Plus, you guess you can give him a slight pass for his asshole attitude, at least he has a pretty face to look at. Dark ink always decorating his awfully smooth skin, deep dark yet beautiful ruby-shaded eyes boring into whatever it is his focus on, and broad shoulders looming over your smaller figure every time he stands in front of youâ you can't help but feel both attracted and intimidated by the man.
ââ
Which is exactly why when you open your apartment door for the scheduled meetup that Friday to crane your head up at him, youâre swallowing thickly to settle your nerves. Youâve never been alone with the man so of course youâre a bit nervous.
Especially with the way he gazes down at you like thatâs exactly where you belong: beneath him. His eyes are filled to the brim with intensity and yet heâs only just set them on you. Wearing a noticeable black compression shirt and those signature gray sweets of his, he almost appears as though heâd just come from the gym.
And just as you take in his appearance, he very openly takes in yoursâ his eyes raking over your body and taking in every single inch of you. After all, just as it was your first time alone with him, it was his first time seeing you dress so comfortably. He doesnât even try to hide the way he stares at your tits peeking out from the rather thin spaghetti-strap top you were wearing, his eyes soon trailing down slowly to those tauntingly short shorts you had on.
âSo,â Sukuna swipes his tongue over his lips and cocks his head to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes yet to lift from your legs, âAre you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?â
You blink out of whatever little daze you were in, having found yourself gazing at his chest far longer than you meant to. It was right in front of your face after all, how could you look anywhere else? And his shirt was so damn tight, the fabric hugging his well-toned body perfectly, so much so that you swore you could make out piercings on his-
Sukuna leans forward suddenly, his face nearing yours to gain your full attention, âIf you keep staring at me like that, Iâm gonna assume you invited me over for something else-â
âSorry,â You chirp out as you clear your throat and awkwardly step back a bit to let him in, âYou can come in.â
Nodding, Sukuna slips by you and you shut your apartment door behind him. Then, youâre quick to lead him over to your living room where youâd previously been working on your project.
The two of you are hasty to take a seat on your couch, both of you only a few inches apart from one another whilst you lean toward your coffee table and log into your already open laptop. Sukunaâs eyes are all over you as always, studying your side profile, your intent focus on the screen in front of you, and even the way you-
âDid you even bring anything?â You suddenly ask before you glance at the man.
Sukuna quickly meets your gaze, ripping his eyes off of wherever theyâd been previously, âWas I supposed to?â
âSukuna,â You sigh out, âPlease tell me youâre joking right now.â
He swallows at the mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue in that scolding tone of yoursâ heâs heard such a tone from you time and time again and yet, for whatever reason, it never seems to annoy him.Â
âIâm not.â He says plainly.
âHow are we supposed to work on this if you-,â You cut yourself off and decide not to even attempt arguing with him. Arguing wonât change the fact that he showed up with nothing. âJust uhm,â You glance elsewhere for a second before an idea comes to mind and you place your laptop down and stand up, âStay here.â
Sukuna doesnât say anything. He merely watches as you huff and walk off, swiftly exiting the living room and disappearing down a nearby hall. He swears he finds himself looking at you a bit more than intended. Especially as you walked off, his eyes dropping to your ass and those damn shorts of yours.
Even when youâre out of his sight, he still finds himself staring in the direction of which you went, almost unable to look away for whatever strange reason.
That lasts for a few minutes until he snaps out of it and leans back against the couch, tossing his head back and letting out a long sigh. You soon return to find him with an arm stretched along the back of the couch, his legs spread as usual, and his eyes up on the ceiling.
He doesnât even notice youâve returned until he feels something placed in his lap. Looking down, Sukuna finds your laptop kindly set on top of him. To which his brows furrowed in confusion and he looked at you to see you sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table with a paper and pencil in front of you.
âWhatâs this?â Sukuna scoffs.
You donât even spare him a glance as you begin writing something down, âHow weâll get things done.â He opens his mouth to say something but then youâre looking back at him with a glare, âI already organized the parts of this project that you have to do so, since itâs on my computer, you can work on that and Iâll work with what I remember.â
You wholeheartedly expected him to find something about this to disagree with you on but, to your surprise, he simply nods and redirects his focus to your laptop immediately.
And then, the two of you work exactly like that for the remainder of that little study session.
ââ
Sukunaâs not terrible to work with when itâs just you and him. If anything, heâs rather cooperative and a lot smarter than he leads on.Â
Which is why a solid two hours of productivity flies by surprisingly smoothly with him. If you asked him a question, he answered. Told him to do something, heâd say something snarky, and then do whatever it is youâve instructed anyway.
It all went so perfectly up until he let out a really heavy sigh, âAlright, Iâve had enough for this.â Sukuna says casually.
Heâs been repeating a similar phrase every thirty minutes or so but he usually gets right back to work after getting ignored by you. This time though, you get the feeling heâs serious when he pushes your laptop off of his lap and places it forward on the coffee table.
Itâs then that you frown, âOh câmon, we were getting so much done,â You comment as you glance back to him.
He shrugs, âI canât keep looking at that damn screen, itâs giving me a headache.â
âOf course it is,â You utter sarcastically, rolling your eyes whilst you place your pencil down and throw your arms up to stretch, âFine then, we can take a break.â
Sukunaâs brows lift in surprise. He didnât expect you to listen to him, âGood.â He hums, âI was getting bored as well.â
You scoff, âWere you?â
âYeah, can we do something else?â He asks.
Turning around, you rotate the way youâre sitting so that youâre facing him and your back is resting against your coffee table. âLike what?â You muse, meeting his low-lidded gaze.
âTalk,â Sukuna says.
Thatâs it? He wanted a break to talk to you? Your eyes are narrowing at him before you even realize, âTalk?â You repeat with a scoff, âSeriously?â
He nods, âMhm.â
âWhat do you wanna talk about, Sukuna?â As you ask him that, you watch the way his eyes casually slide down to your lips.
Does he mean to be this indiscreet with his looks? Or is he eyeing you down like that on purpose?
The man shrugs, âAnything outside of fuckinâ school.â
You laugh at that, âOkay, I can work with that.â
He tilts his head at you and licks his lips, âYeah?â Something about your little laugh threw him off.Â
âMhm,â You hum as you look down at your hand, fiddling with your nails a bit, âThe rumors⊠are they true?â
Thrown off yet again, Sukunaâs brows pinch together. âRumors?â He echoes in a genuinely confused tone, âWhat rumors, woman?â
The sound of your scoff makes him stiffen in his seat. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere had changed suddenly. âCâmon, donât play dumb,â You tease, lifting your gaze to him again, âThe rumors about you.â
He gives you a perplexed look and itâs almost as though you could see the gears in his head turning. âIf you know something, say it.â He demands.
You sigh, âSukuna, do you seriously hear nothing people say about you?â
Sukuna shrugs, âI donât care enough to remember. So what is it? What rumor?â
Youâre just curious. You swear thatâs all it was. And, naturally, since he seemed to have warmed up to youâ of course you wanted to know if that rumor about his dick was true. Youâre both adults and itâs just a silly question. Plus, with the way heâs been looking at you all afternoon, youâre sure he wonât mind answering you with a simple yes or no.
Glancing to the side, your shoulders lift a bit, âItâs uh, rather intimate.â You hush out.
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, âIntimate?? An intimate rumor about me?â
His emphasis on himself makes your eyes flick back over to him. âYeah, are you sure you donât know what they say about you??â You ask again.
âPositive. Now speak, what is it they say?â Sukuna huffs impatiently, even more curious about this little rumor after the mention of it being intimate. After all, heâs never-
âPeople say you have a big dick,â You utter way too casually.
So nonchalantly that it makes him choke, a choke you donât mess with the way he clears his throat and sits up a little. âWhat?â He rasps out.
You bat those stupidly false innocent eyes at him, âI didnât stutter,â Your tone dips into something different and he catches every bit of it, âPeople say you have a big dick, is it true?â
Sukuna clears his throat and for the first time, he glances away from you. Then, he opens and closes his mouth, contemplating his next words carefully before they soon fall from his lips, âYou wanna find out?â
His offer spurs a shift in your seat from you as you scoot closer to him ever so slightly, âYou wanna show me?â You ask boldly, your tone direct, and not even a flicker of hesitation present.
âDo I want to-,â Sukuna pauses, his eyes scanning the entirety of your seated frame as you inch closer to him, âWhat?â He huffs, swallowing thickly.
You move to stand on your knees and lean forward to the couch, soon propping your chin up on your palm as you look at him, âShow me,â You chuckle, âI asked if you wanted to show me, Sukuna.â
He blinks, âShow you my cock?â
You shrug, âYeah.â
The air is so thick right now, Sukunaâs not sure how exactly he can play this off without making a fool of himself. He gulps yet again, only to watch as your eyes start to drop down along his body.
âStop,â He rushes out, âKeep your eyes up here. On mine,â He commands in a low tone, earning your gaze once more.
And then itâs quiet for a moment. Heâs staring at you and youâre obediently keeping your eyes up on his. Sukuna hates it but he doesnât know what to say or do from here. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out his little secret.Â
Itâs like he was waiting for a fucking pin to drop, something to break the silence. Yet, his mind was going blank and words were failing him at the moment. Heâs flirted with women before, plenty of times actually, effortlessly evenâ but for whatever reason, as you sit there with those stupidly pretty eyes staring at him, his mind simply flakes on him.
Heâs like that for a minute longer until you move. So subtly too, sliding a hand to his thigh, leaning forward slightly, batting your lashes at him, âSukuna?â You whisper.
His hips are rolling upward slightly at the sound of his name alone. âW-What?â He stammers, mentally cursing himself a thousand times over.
âIf you donât wanna show me you can jusâ say no,â You hum, smiling a bit, âYâknow that, right?â
He scoffs, âOf course I know that, woman.â
âIf you know that thenâŠâ Your fingers lightly squeeze his thigh and you tilt your head, âAre you gonna tell me or show me whether or not those rumors are true?â
Something simply clicks inside Sukunaâs head. Rose-tinted lips cracking into a smirk, the man spreads his legs further and slouches back into the couch, âFind out for yourself since youâre so curious.â
Your eyes go wide, âWhat?â
Sukuna scoffs lightly, moving one of his arms from the back of the couch and placing his hand over his crotch. Of course, your gaze sinks down to his veiny hand, watching as he palms a stupidly large bulge in his sweats.
Your breath hitches a bit, âI-I-â
You donât even get the chance to get it out before heâs cutting you off, âCâmere,â Sukuna hums in that low voice of his.
âWhat?â You whisper.
You and him make eye contact again and he nods his chin toward the space in between his legs. Nothing can really explain why you follow his gesture and quickly find yourself sitting in between his legs, taking a deep breath as you settle your hands on his thighs.
Sliding your touch up and up and up until your fingers graze his hand. The same hand that was resting on top of that aching bulge of his.
Sukuna slowly lifts his hand up and away, relaxing his arm on the back of the couch again as he stares down at you. Cocking his head to the side, âWell? Feel it.â He huffs.
You donât even hesitate. Trailing your fingers upward carefully until you feel the outline of his cock beneath your fingertips, gulping as you drag your hand up to cup his length in your hand firmly, and smirking at the way his cock twitches furiously beneath your small touch.
Sukunaâs mouth falls open for a second but youâre too engrossed in feeling him to notice. He lets out a shuddered breath as he watches the way you grope his steadily growing erection. His head even tosses back and his fingers dig into the couch for a moment.
âIt is big,â You whisper to yourself, your words only making him twitch more within your hand.
âFuck,â Sukuna grits out lowly, hips unconsciously lifting to press himself further against you.
His curse earns your attention. You quickly glance up to him and see the way heâs got his head tossed back, Adam's apple bobbing with every heavy gulp he takes, and his chest rising and falling rather quickly.
You lift your hand carefully and decide to test something out. Slowly, you lean forward and just barely press your lips against his clothed cock.
Sukunaâs whole body reacts. He gasps louder than he means to and heâs weaving his fingers through your hair faster than he realizes, palming your scalp as he quickly looks down at you. âT-The fuck are you doing? Huh?â He huffs while gripping onto your hair.
You lift your head a bit but he keeps you in place, despite his question to you. âI justâŠâ Youâre not exactly sure you can explain yourself.
And by this point, Sukuna doesnât think he cares enough to hear an excuse from you, ââŠYou what? You wanna see it?â
All you can do is give him a little nod before he moves his free hand to the drawstring of his sweatpants. Then you're quick to help him tug them down until his boxers are revealed to youâ a noticeable dampness in the fabric right where his leaking tip is. Was that because of you?
Before you can dawn on your own questions, Sukunaâs moving to tug his cock out. And fuck is he even bigger revealed before your eyes. With an upward curve, such an angry flushed tip, precum dripping from the slit of his fat cockhead, veins decorating his shaft and-
Shit, you were drooling. Howâd you get like this again?? Ah, who cares?
âSukuna,â You breathe out, ripping your eyes away from his cock just to look up at him.
He was almost panting, dark maroon eyes pouring down into yours, face flushed with different shades of red and pink, his lips parted softlyâ hell, he looked like he was in heat or something.
Gulping before he answers you, Sukuna clears his throat and his voice is already husky, âWhat?â
You shift against the floor, your hands relaxing against his large thighs, âCan I-â
âYeah,â He cuts off. Lord knows if you got that question out he was going to lose his damn mind.
You raise a brow and lean forward, keeping your eyes on his while your lips near his tip, âYeah?â
The last thing you get from him is a nod before youâre parting your lips. And from that moment forward, it all goes downhill. Everything from the way youâre sitting in between his legs to that initial connection of your plush lips against his drooling cock had Sukunaâs mind spinning.
Heâs never been sucked off before. Hell, the farthest heâs gone as far as sexual activities are concerned is a little bit of dry humping. But this? Oh hell, this was his first time and he had zero idea how he was going to keep that information away from you.
Especially when he feels your tongue slip from between your lips and swirl around the head of his cock, kittenly lapping up that slim layer of precum sitting so prettily on his tip.Â
âOh f-fuuck,â Sukuna groans huskily, the hand on your head gripping tighter.
You pull away from him slightly just to take in his expression and the way he tosses his head back. It was almost cute to you. The last thing you expected was for him to be so damn sensitive, you hardly did anything.
His sensitivity only worsens as you finally start wrapping your lips around his cock, feeling him throb when you sink your mouth down on him. Sukunaâs jaw goes slack and his brows twist up. He tries his best to hold it in but he canât help but moan at the way you leisurely suck on half of his lengthy cock.
Your saliva wets up the rest of his shaft and you make up for what your mouth hasnât reached yet with your hand, stroking him lightly whilst you take the rest of his girth in and out of your mouth. Rolling your tongue around him, pulling off just to messily spit and kiss on his blushing tip, and slobbering all over himâ Sukuna almost fucking kicked something with how good your mouth felt around him.
Heâs used his hand and other shit before but holy fuck, nothing, and he means nothing compares to that damn mouth of yours. The way you look with his cock stuffed right in between those lips heâs been staring at for God knows how longâ your lips all slick with spit, eyes rolling back the deeper you take him, and tongue sticking out every time you pull your mouth off of him.
You soon slip your mouth off of him and start jerking him off, focusing your tongue on his tip and slithering the wet muscle in between the slit of his cock, lathering your tongue up with his glistening precum.Â
The sound of Sukuna groaning makes you look up at him, finding his eyes on yours again. Heâs panting, trying his best to look like this wasnât phasing him but failing in every way with how flushed his face was.Â
Your tongue sticks out and your hand continues to slide up and down his cock as you tap his tip on your tongue, making his brows twist up.Â
He bites back a throaty sound, âHah⊠damn brat,â Sukuna huffs out as if to⊠degrade you?Â
You almost find it cute how clearly inexperienced he is, spitting a fat wad of spit onto his pretty wet tip and then smiling at him, âSukuna,â You coo, your hand gripping his shaft tighter, âIs this your first time?â
He instantly looks off to the side, the veins in his neck and along his jawline tensing as he grits his teeth. Since he decides to ignore your little question, you take it a step further and slide your hand down his cock, gripping his thick base firmly before taking him into your heavenly warm mouth again.
His expression breaks completely, âOh shit,â Sukuna moans, his hips bucking up into your mouth as you slide him deeper into your mouth than you did before.
Then his hand is pushing your head down further on instinct and heâs subtly rutting his hips up. You lift your head up despite his constant pushing, soon causing your head to bob up and down whilst you suck him off skillfully.
âJusâ like that,â Sukuna suddenly groans and you moan around his cock in reaction. To which he keeps giving your mouth mindless little thrusts, âDonât s-, agh, stop.â
Sucking him deeper and deeper before you move your hand completely, you suck in a deep breath of air through your nose, open up the very back of your throat, and sink all the way down, your lips meeting his pelvis as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Sukuna kicks something. Probably your coffee table with the way one of his legs extends out so suddenly, a choked-out groan ripped from his throat as your little move was all it took for him to cum. And itâs so much too, hot thick ropes of cum spurting down your throat, his hand holding onto your head for dear life whilst a moan of your name rolls off his tongue.
Youâre still sucking too, pulling up only to swallow what heâs gifted you and then stick your tongue out. Laying it flat against his tip, you leisurely lick at him as if to beg for more and now the manâs pushing your head away for the first time.
When you lift your eyes up to him again, you notice heâs got his tattooed arm over his mouth and his lashes are batting softly at you. For such a big man, he was so ridiculously cute right now. Panting, sweating, cursing under his breath as if you couldnât hear him.
âYeah,â Sukuna utters suddenly, clearing his throat, âThat was⊠my first⊠time. I uh-â
âDo you want more?â Is the last thing you asked him before you were sitting back on your heels and he was stumbling to his feet.
You had to guide him through it of course but, Sukuna doesnât hesitate to stuff your face full of his cock again. You take him so kindly too, obediently sitting there with your hands gripping his thighs for support with every careful thrust of his hips.
He was trying to be gentle with you at first. Partially because he didnât know what the hell he was doing, and also because he just loved the initial entry into your mouth. Over and over, Sukuna slid his dick in and out of your mouth like he was possessed, addicted to the feeling of you greedily sucking on him.
He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but his cock had yet to go downâ twitching inside that sloppy mouth of yours, aching against your tongue, and dripping into the depths of your throat. Sukuna wasnât much of a talker but he damn sure let out a plethora of grunts and groans.
They were so husk too, coming from deep within his chest, some getting caught in his throat when he felt your tongue flick against a specific vein on the underside of his cock. His fat tip knocked into the back of your throat with a single heavy thrust before his hands were latching onto the sides of your head.
Again, heâs not much of a talker but, something seems to come over him all at once because soon heâs got his gaze locked down on the messy sight of you and heâs huffing out words before he realizes. âEyes up here, câmon, hah⊠look at me,â Sukuna grunts.
Your eyes are completely glossed over as they flutter up to him. A moan vibrates against his skin as you make such intimate eye contact with the man, feeling his hips pick up.
Sukuna nods, âGood girl,â He praises in a low purr, and fuck does that do wonders for you because your legs are squeezing together more than they were before and youâre whining against him. âFuck, yâlike that?â He huffs, earning a sloppy lilâ nod from you.
He then feels you hum, âM-Mhm.â And heâs got chills slipping up his spine in pleasure.
Cracking a lazy, lopsided, and almost fucked-out little smirk, Sukuna scoffs, âYeah? Fuck, behind all those g-glares ând-, agh, scolding me⊠this is all you wanted, hm? A throat full of cock?â
His words had you whining again, fluttering your lashes at him as your fingertips dug into his thighs a little. Sukuna eases his hips back slowly, tipping his head to the side as he gently caresses the side of your face with his thumb.
âMessy girl,â He hums deeply, biting his lower lip at the way youâre just drooling for more and more as he pulls himself out of your mouth completely. âJusâ look at this face,â Sukuna chuckles, âYâlook like a slut cryinâ like thatâ itâs cute.â
Blinking, you hadnât even realized you had a tear or two sliding down your face. Your mouth remains open for a second before he moves to rub his tip against your plump lips, smearing your spit and his cum all over the damn place with a little grin on his face.
ââKunaâŠâ You whisper, earning a quirk of his brow, âI canât believe youâre a virg-â
âDonât finish that sentence,â He grunts, moving a thumb to your chin to widen how open your mouth is for him, âJusâ⊠keep sittinâ there lookinâ pretty fâme,â Sukuna says.
You roll your eyes at him and all he can do is smile, pushing his hips forward again and easing his cock in between your lips. He slides in slowly until you can feel him pressing right against the back of your throat. To which he keeps himself there for a second, testing that gag reflex of yours and watching your eyes water.
Moving his hand back to the top of your head, he buries his fingers in your hair, âSo fuckinâ sexy like this,â Sukuna compliments, feeling you moan in response, âMâgonna cum again, stay j-just like that,â He breathes out heavily, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull before heâs throwing his head back.
And as if to coax his orgasm out, you carefully move a hand to cup his balls, sucking on his cock as best as you can and earning an accidental sound from his throat. The second your palm is felt against him, the moment he feels your tongue slicking against him, Sukuna whines.
Then his thighs are tensing and heâs groaning loudly as if to cover up the sound that just left his lips, filling your throat with his seed and then tugging your mouth off of him with a quick pull of your head. Youâre quick to swallow for yet a second time, letting out a needed cough after the fact while he stumbles back just a bit, his calves hitting the couch.
âVixen,â Sukuna growls.
You clear your throat and send a smile his way, âNot my fault you cum easy.â
Sukunaâs slow to sit back down on the couch to catch his breath, âTell anyone about this ând Iâll-â
âOh,â You suddenly purr, cutting him off as you lift yourself up from the ground. He watches with slightly widened eyes as you move to straddle him, âDonât tell me you thought we were done?â
Heâs at a loss for words all over again, his confidence suddenly getting caught in his throat and flying out the window. Your hands slip to his broad shoulders and you lean forward a little.
Sukunaâs hands shakily find their way to your waist as he stares up at you, âYou want more?â
You smirk, tilting your head at the dumbfounded male, âDonât you?â You ask in a sultry little whisper, making his sensitive cock twitch once more. âAt the very leastâŠâ Your lips slowly near his and heâs losing his breath, âTaste yourself, Sukuna.â
And then your lips are on his and heâs taking your tongue into his mouth. His grip on your waist tightens before he pulls you flush against him, feeling your crotch press right against his cock thatâs steadily twitching back to life.
The two of you share a heated and messy kiss, your hips carefully swaying against him to encourage his returning arousal. You canât really use curiosity as an excuse anymore, can you?
Well, you can. And you do with the way your hands slide down to his chest, your fingers slipping over his nipples to find exactly what youâd been curious about. You flick your fingers over his piercing there and Sukuna lets out a low hiss, prying his lips from yours and sending you a glare.
Not only did that little move of yours make his cock spring up completely but, you also notice the frown on his face.
Smiling at him, âSukunaâŠâ
âDonât.â He huffs.
âYou have nipple piercings?â You end up asking anyway in a happy little tone.
He grits his teeth slightly, ââŠObviously.â
Chuckling, you press a soft peck against his lips and whisper, âCan I see them?â
âNo.â He replies.
Part two.
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đđđđđ đšđ« đđđđđ[đđ«]!! | t. fushiguro + s. ryĆmen
đđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: Next time, look around the area before you say you find a serial killer attractive. Because youâre about to see what mess your words will have you end up in â and your clothes all torn up.
đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: serial killers! Toji + Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! - age gap (the reader is in their early 20s) - porn with plot - oral (f! + m! receiving) - threesome - double penetration; anal (first time) & vaginal - restricted movement (hands tied up) - face-sitting - cowgirl dp positions - gun + knife play - choking - spanking - unprotected sex - overstimulation - degradation (brat, broad, slut, whore) - pet names (baby, dollface, good girl, pet, princess) - blackmail/threats - the reader is in an established relationship w/ Nanami - mentions of blood, tears, spit, and drool.
đđšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 6.6k (told you, porn with plot, lol)
đđźïżœïżœđĄđšđ«'đŹ đđšđđđŹ: uhhhh happy Friday the 13th, everybody???? blame @ramonathinks for this idea (jk, don't, she's so amazing, ty for pushing me into this, mona bear ⥠and tysm for beta reading; your thoughts mean the world). Haven't done a fic in two months sooooo go easy on me!! Not proofread, so I'll fix stuff l8rrrr
âNo.â
âOh, come on, Y/n! Just answer the question!â
âYouâre so fucking sick, you know that!?â You glare at your friend, who slumps on the booth chair with a heavy sigh.Â
A slight breeze tickles your skin through your comfortable sweatshirts as the leaves on the trees slowly change to autumnal colors, and Halloween decor is already adorning every house and every yard. It was a warm and sunny afternoon on this pleasant Friday. Usually, youâd be cozied up in your apartment enjoying yourself, probably catching up on some horror flicks you missed last year.Â
But alas, that was not the case. Because youâre a college student. As October has finally rolled around, only one thing prevents you from enjoying this beautiful season â midterms. The thought of it is enough to pull you into a pool of dread. Every day has been one whirlwind after another. Yet, on the bright side, all you have now is one last exam to worry about, and youâll finally be able to rest this weekend. So here you are, at the diner with your best friend, Shoko Ieiri, completing your papers while eating off your plates to satiate the stress. For the most part, things were going smoothly.
Until the news anchor on the television at the bar relays an announcementâŠÂ
ââŠOnce again, everyone, please be on the lookout for these two killers on the loose. Three weeks ago, the two recently escaped from their cells, killed three guards, and are still at large. There have been accounts around the state that reported recent sightings of either or both criminals, the recent one being in this county 27 hours ago. So, please, stay safe. The killers are identified to beâŠâ
And Shoko, being the curious person she is, asks you a question that stops your fingers from typing on your laptop: âDo you find those killers hot?âÂ
Thatâs how you two end up where you are now, groaning at the brunetteâs persistence in getting your approval to find two criminals â murderers, even! â attractive.Â
âHey, Y/n, I know you hear me.â Shoko snaps their fingers at you while you try to get the assignment done. âJust answer the question: donât you think those guys are hot.â
âWe didnât come all this way for you to talk about your hybristophilia fantasies.â Facing the Word document, you remind your friend why youâre here in the first place. âJust get back to writing; I wanna finish this and get home.â Thereâs nothing said afterward for a few seconds, thinking she has finally given up.
However, âFirst of all,â your eyes close to conceal them rolling behind the lids. âIâm not into hybristophilia; I just know a hot guy when I see one. Second, look at their mugshots. Like, damn, youâve ever seen anyone so intimidatingly good-looking before? Come on, have a look!â
âYouâre such a weirdo,â the click-clacking of your fingertips tapping your keyboard fills the rest of your answer.Â
Still, she persists. âY/n, look at the phoooone~â
No words, only tapping keys.
âY/n?â
The keys become louder.Â
âPretty, pretty, pleaseeeee~?âÂ
Louder.
âY/n!!â
A fist bangs on the booth table as the other closes the laptop shut, sending another glare to the person across from you who holds the phone up. Youâve had it at this point, so you say with a steady breath, âIf I look at the dumb mugshots and answer your dumb question, will your dumbass leave me alone and finish your work?â The brunette only puts the phone on the table and slides it your way, giving you big doe eyes and whimpers like a hurt puppy. You sigh with your nostrils as you snatch the phone up, your gaze stationed on the images presented.
The image displayed two mugshots: on the left was a man with raven hair and a scar on the left of his lip. Intense, forest-green orbs contrast the black strands that cover his forehead. The mugshot letter board below him is labeled as "Toji Fushiguro." The one on the right is another man with spiky salmon-colored hair pushed upfront with prominent black tattoos decorating his nose, cheeks, and forehead. The board named him as âSukuna RyĆmen.â
You look at the pictures intently, examining the menâs features at your discretion. It didnât occur to you how long you were gawking at the mugshots until you peered from the phone to see Shoko give you the biggest shit-eating grin. Shaking your head, you chew the inside of your cheek before responding.
ââŠ.Well,â you cough. ââŠtheyâre not terrible looking at all. They areâŠ..hot.â
âTold you!â Shoko slams the table with high enthusiasm, earning another sigh from you as she snatches the phone back. âWould you fuck them?â
You almost popped a vein. What the fuckââis wrong with you!?âÂ
âItâs just a question, geez.â She holds her hands up defensively. âOr is that too lewd and raunchy to ask the partner of the trusting, charismatic âGolden Boyâ SGA president, Kento Nanami?â
You choke on your spit before you can say anything, and your cheeks dial in warmth. âS-Shut up! Donât bring my love life into whatever deviant horny thoughts youâre thinking!â
âIâm sorry, Iâm boreeeeeeed. I donât wanna do this paper, ugh.â The brunette whines and bangs their forehead on the table surface; your eyes roll for the fifteenth time in the past three hours. ââŠMaybe I should get some dick after this.â
âFor fuckâs sake, Iâm going to use the restroom.âÂ
You exit the dining booth when they give you a muffled response of anguish, straightening yourself and heading for the back of the diner. As you walked away, you noticed a pair of hooded figures sitting at the booth behind you. Realization kicks in, and you groan internally. Oh, God, they probably heard what we were talking about! But what caught your mind next was that one of them had a black mark on the bridge of their nose. Huh, what an odd tattooâŠ
After using the toilet, you wash your hands at the sink, but your mind is still fixated on that weird tattoo. Who would get such a thing on their face? Wouldnât that hurt? I wonder if thatâs the only tattâ And then It clicked, you quickly turn off the faucet and dry your hands, exit the rest restroom, and run to your booth. Shoko was begrudgingly typing away on their laptop until she saw you return in a hurry.Â
âHey, you okay?â She asks you, but you arenât looking at them. Your face contoured to a confused expression as you stared at the booth behind the one you were sitting in, now empty.Â
âDidâŠ..The two people who sat behind us, did you see them?âÂ
âHmm? No, I didnât. Mustâve left while my head was on the table.â
âUh huhâŠâ you say nothing more as you slowly sit back in front of your laptop. Your mind is now clouded with confusing thoughts, questioning your experience up until now. It could be a coincidence, quite far out at that. Regardless, you couldâve sworn you saw that tattoo on the Sukuna guy that Shoko showed you. It was such an uncommon decor, especially since you just saw it on the face of a criminal. Not to mention, the news anchor earlier stated that those two killers were in this exact countyâŠ
Needless to say, you didnât touch your keyboard for about twenty minutes. Your mind was too wrapped up elsewhere to think clearly about your school assignment, and your body harbored a disturbing chill worse than the soft autumn winds.
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ââŠSo, why are you researching about the loose killers again?â
âHm? Oh,â you stop typing on the laptop to attend to the phone call youâre on. Exiting your bedroom, you walk to the living room. âNo reason, I was just curious. I saw something about them on the news at the diner with Shoko.â
The person on the other side of the line hums. âYou should be careful about stuff like that.â
âYeah, I know, Kenty,â you open the sliding door to your balcony and close it behind you before taking a seat on the cream-colored swing chair.
âIâm very serious, Y/n.â It was none other than Kento Nanami who was speaking with you. The trustworthy âGolden Boyâ of your class year, the circumspect president of the Student Government Association⊠your loving and attentive boyfriend.
"I know you are."
"And those guys aren't just any usual criminals. They're notorious killers who barge into people's homes at night to steal valuable things. Maybe even kill their victims in their sleep if they have the time. So, be very careful, okay? Canât trust these streets at night, especially now with those guys on the run. So, donât go anywhere alone, always have your pepper spray on you, and be sure everything is locked â doors, windows, everything.â
A deep sigh leaves your lips. âYeah, I double-checked all the locks once I got inside.âÂ
No one says a word; the rustling of the trees and the beeping of cars from the traffic at the light substitute this awkward silence. Until Nanami says, ââŠ.You scared?â
You donât answer immediately, your mind flashing back to the bewildering encounter at the diner earlier today. Those two hooded men, one with a black tattoo on his face. It felt too surreal to feel like a coincidence, yet it wasnât too far out of your mind to think as such. The timing was strange, with the news reporter and your conversation with Shoko. The thought of two murderers nonchalantly being in the same space as you rub you off in the worst way imaginable. ââŠKinda, yeah. A bit spooked.â
âYou want me to come up there and spend the night?â
âNo, no! You donât have to do that,â you hurriedly decline his proposal. âI know youâre busy with homework and student government stuff. I wouldnât want you moving around so much; Iâd feel bad.â
You hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone, and your heart swoons at the sound. âDonât feel bad; you could never be a burden to me, especially when your safety is my top priority.â Another skip of the beat; itâll never fail to amaze you how sweet he is with his words.
âThank you, Kenty. But still, I know youâve got a lot on your hands. You donât have to see me right this moment. Besides, isnât Haibara supposedly dragging you to some party at Getoâs?â Nanami is silent for a few seconds before he groans; a smile creeps up on your face at his reaction.
âUnfortunately, yes. I have to leave to pick him up, and then we can goâŠBut I can cancel and come oââ
âAbsolutely not.â Youâre quick to interject. âYouâve been so high and on edge with your exams. This is the first party after midterm week. And I can bet my left toe that Gojo â cause you know heâll be there if Geto is â will be upset you couldnât make it.â
ââŠâŠ.Which one?â
âExcuse me?â
âYou have five toes on your left foot, so which oneââ
âKento.â He chuckles once more for your ears to hear at the use of his real name. âHave fun, okay?â
Nanami hums. âIâll try. Iâll come by your place Sunday. Sounds good?â
âPerfect. Take some pics for me. Love you!â
Your boyfriend bids you farewell before ending the call, already missing his voice. A yawn creeps out from you, a sign that you are indeed fatigued and need rest. Leaving the balcony, you close the door and do a final check at your door. Confirmed that itâs locked and secured, you turn off the living room lights and head back to your bedroom to get some shut-eye.Â
You shut off and close your laptop on your desk before turning off the lights. Then, you lift the comforter and finally enter the chilly embrace of your bedsheets. Usually, youâd scroll on your phone for a little bit until you get drowsy enough to fall asleep. Yet â it could be because of the exam you were doing at the diner â you felt way more exhausted than usual and wanted to sleep right away. And you did just that: closed your eyes, listened to the calming rhythm of your breaths, and soon drifted into an anticipated slumber.
âŠ.Three Hours LaterâŠ.
The next time you open your eyes, youâre not in the room you left yourself in â let alone the bed.Â
Instead, you find yourself somewhere cold and dark. Your bed is nowhere in sight, just a lone chair facing you. There are no windows, no desks, just you and this chair with a sole overhead light that almost blinds you when you slowly get up.Â
The change of scenery throws you off as one thought after another picks up the pace of confusion. Where am I? What is this place? This has to be a sick dream of mineâŠWait a minute. You look down to find your pajamas are shriveled and torn up, pieces of the material scattered all over where youâre lying on the cold floor. Also, what the fuck!? You canât seem to move your hands and feet, noticing that thereâs some rope restricting your limbs from moving freely from one another. No matter how hard you try, squirming does little to no help, yet it confirms that this is not a dream.
What the absolute fuck is going on right now!? It was an appropriate question for this perplexing situation, not knowing where to pick up from to start picking clues as to why youâre here. Better yet, who brought you here?
âAh, look whoâs awake.â
You turn to the sound of a door opening and closing; the direction it came from makes it hard to register the distance of whoever was speaking to you. However, that doesnât matter because you can hear footsteps approaching you and a figure stepping into the light. And when the face finally comes to your field of vision, your blood shifts into an immediate icy cold.
Standing to you by the chair was a man in a tight black shirt that exhibited his muscular arms and physique way too perfectly, harboring dark and baggy pants. But those werenât the features that had your breath hitch. No, no. The man before you had raven hair with the length stopped to his ears and strands that covered his brows. They did not even try concealing the striking green eyes that looked straight at you. And the familiar scar at the right of his lip put everything together for you â the mugshot that Shoko showed me, the inmate that escaped prisonâŠ!
Toji Fushiguro, in the flesh, takes a seat on the chair with his legs spread while putting on black gloves. He notices your look of realization and smirks; you donât like how his scar is rooted up with the motion. âYâre a pretty heavy sleeper, ya know that. But I guess that made bringing you here a lilâ simple.âÂ
A tiny bit of confidence prompts you to speak with the man. âWheâWhere am I?â
âCâmon now, little girl,â your stomach churns when he scoffs at you. He brings up a hand to help him as he cracks his neck. God, why is he so jacked!!? âYâre supposed to be smart, right? You know thatâs the wrong question to ask me.âÂ
Okay then, think, Y/n, think⊠ââŠWhy did you kidnap me? Is it for money? Because I donât have muchââ The palm of Tojiâs hand faces you to halt you from speaking more, making your nervousness dwell even further.Â
âFor one, you should really consider locking your balcony door when yâre done using it.â There are not enough words to describe the mental facepalm you gave yourself. âIf we wanted to run yâr pockets, we woulda done so earlier.â He casually admits to you. âBut thatâs not why we brought ya here, so heâll explain it to ya.â
He? Wait, wait, we??
The other mugshot hits you like a flash before you hear the door open and close again. Of course, Toji isnât the only one on the run right now. There was another guy with salmon-colored hair and tattoos. The other figure, now wearing a black tank tee and ripped black jeans, came from behind Toji. Your stomach drops to the floor when your eyes land on the prominent black tattoo on his nose â now seeing that he has way more on his face, shoulders, arms, and wrists. The scene from the diner replays until your brain canât keep up. It was him, no doubt about it.
âWell, well. Did the sleeping beauty finally get their rest?â Sukuna RyĆmen, looks just as [if not more] dangerous as Toji. He stuffs his hand into the back of his jeans pocket. âListen here, Iâll be asking you some questions, and I expect nothing but honest answers. Got that?âÂ
You donât know what possessed you to ask the question. You being scared shitless right now shouldâve prevented you from doing so. And yet, you ask, âAnd if I donât?â
It happened way too fast; your eyes couldnât even process it happening. But one moment, the salmon-haired criminal was standing in front of you beside Toji. The next, you feel someone crouched behind you with the cold feeling of something barely piercing your skin. Your eyes widen, and you donât dare move a single hair. Toji shakes his head at you, the smirk on his face still present. Now you can guess who had fun cutting up your PJs.
âI donât think you wanna know the answer to that question.â He says it so close to your ear that you couldâve nearly fainted. Sukuna then moves the knife to scrape the side of your neck. âAnd donât you ever think youâre in a position to ask me questions. Use that college brain of yours, brat.âÂ
You gulp â a risky move when you have a sharp object to your neck â and nod. Satisfied, the pink-haired man removes the knife from your proximity and stands right up. âAt least you follow things quickly.â He says while walking back to where he stood prior. âNow, question one: do you know a kid named Kento Nanami?âÂ
The mention of your boyfriendâs name hits you like whiplash. Kento? What do they want with him!?
ââŠYes, I do.â
âGood. Next question,â You chew the inside of your lip before he asks you the following. âWhere does he live?â
Your body almost shuts down when he says the final word. No. No, no, no! Absolutely not! âI canât tell you that.â
âTch, just when you were doinâ so good.â Sukuna sucks his teeth. âAnd why the hell not?â
âBecause I donât want you hurting him.â
He barks a laugh. âYou donât even know what weâll do to him! Damn, talk about a loyal dog.âÂ
The insult sparked a flame in you. It was a small one, but a flame nonetheless. âWhy the hell do you want to know anyway? Itâs not like he knows you anyâHrckk!â
âWhat the hell did I say about you asking questions, huh.â A hurried hand meets your throat, black nails digging into your skin as his grip gets unbearably tight. You attempt to keep a stern face despite choking for some air, but youâd be lying that the pain wasnât getting to your head.
âAlright, Kuna, let âem go.â You almost forgot about Toji sitting on the chair until he spoke up. With a displeased click of the tongue, Sukuna releases you and throws you to the cold, hard floor. âFor your information, princess, that kid does know us.â
Youâre coughing up a storm, but you still listen. Your eyes are watery, and your throat pulses. âHicâŠAck, whatâWhat are you talking about?â
Toji continues. âThat little friend of yârs is the reason why we were behind bars for three years. Fuckinâ kid saw us break into a house in his neighborhood and called the cops on us. For the longest time, weâve thought about getting out of those damn cells and coming back to rip that lilâ fucker limb from limb. Maybe ransack his whole home and then some.âÂ
âAnd now that we are out here,â Sukuna chimes in. âWe plan on doing just that. We were sitting right behind you at the diner and heard the brown-haired chick say his name, meaning he had to be around this county. And when he heard that fucking square had a little girlfriend, who better to introduce ourselves and point us the way than you.âÂ
So much information hits you all at once that youâre not given enough time to process it properly. Nanami called the cops on these guys? Where was that piece of information on the phone call!!? Three years ago, it mustâve happened before the start of freshman year. And then thereâs the matter of these murders trying to kill him â the love of your life!Â
You immediately try to weigh your options: you could give them a fake address, but that would lead them back to you and have you killed instead. And Nanami doesnât live at home right now; heâs on campus with you and everyone else. So, sharing these two his home address will just have his family killed in his place! Oh, you wouldnât handle that guilt; you just couldnât!!
âSo, whatâll it be, little girl?â Tojiâs voice snaps you from your rampant thoughts. âYou can be a cute girlfriend and be loyal, and weâll just kill you right here, right now. Or, you give us an address, weâll put you back to sleep, and youâll never see from us ever again.âÂ
Those two options were far from what you wanted to do. You would never want to jeopardize your poor boyfriendâs life and those around him for being a model citizen, especially for these assholes! There had to be a way, something you could do!
âPlease, donât hurt him!â The ropes on your hands and feet have you shuffle to look at the two men from the dirty ground. âHe didnât do anything wrong. Please just spare him!â
âNo-can-do, brat.â Sukuna comes down to your level once more, yanking your shirt â or whateverâs left of it, your bra practically out for the whole world to see â to lift your upper body. âNothing to ease a vengeful spirit than taking care of the problem, right? So do us a favor, will ya.âÂ
Tears are fighting your control to fall, your body trembling. Youâre scared, so so frightened. But most of all, youâll do what you can to make sure your âgolden boyâ stands tall for you. âPlease, Iâll do anything! Anything you want, Iâll do it! So, please!!âÂ
Sukuna opens his mouth to bite back, but no words come out. Actually, his expression resorts back to a neutral tone. He then turns to Toji, who looks at him with a quirked brow. Thereâs nothing but silence between the two, a silent conversation between the two killers that you have no choice but to stay quiet for. And you jerk when the two focus back on you. Sukuna then finally says something.
âAnything, huh?â Itâs the worst when he sneers at you. Such a devious man.Â
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âTch. Fucking brat.â Sukuna sucks his teeth before he snatches your chin with a rough vigor, forcing your teary eyes to face him. And it doesnât help that you now have a gun pointed at your temple. âThis is your warning. You better do this right, or youâll be the first to get a gift with your boyfriendâs head all minced up. Now, use that mouth. Properly.â
Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think youâd end up here. You stood on your knees and hands on the concrete floor, your mouth occupied with Sukunaâs cock, propelling your face to and fro to meet the base. Why the handgun to your head? According to the salmon-haired man, he said: âTry to fight, run, or bite our dicks off, then this whole mag is getting emptied.â So, youâre literally giving the fellatio of your life. And judging by the grunts coming from Sukuna, it seems youâre doing a decent job keeping him going.Â
As for the other one, Toji, his hands grabbing onto your asscheeks from beneath should answer that. âCâmon, baby, sit on my face. I donât biteâŠâ you can tell he has the biggest grin on his face saying that, has you hesitant to follow orders. Regardless, you gently sway your ass down to sit on his face. But impatience gets the best of him before he pulls you down himself, his nose abruptly hitting your clitoris. You jolt despite his hands keeping you on him, forced to feel his tongue and mouth indulging on your wet folds.
So there you sit, bare and nude, for the men to use you as they see fit. Whatever piece of your clothes were torn off you to be fully exposed for them. This is what you choose to do for the sake of your boyfriend: giving yourself off for the night.Â
Oh, if Shoko could see you now. Sucking off one of the exact murderers you two were talking about at the diner while the other eats you out? You know youâll never hear the end of it from her if â by some miracle â she finds out! And youâll hold onto that miracle for as long as you can.Â
ââŠFuuuck, hnngh! Itâs been a minute since I had my dick on something tight,â Sukuna comments while putting his free hand on your head. His thrusts increase to have your tongue bathe the underside of his dick, and he sighs at you choking when the tip suddenly hits your uvula. âHeh, thatâs right. Keep those tears coming, petâŠYou seem to be enjoying yourself there, Fushiguro. This broad taste that fucking goodâOhhh shit, fucking shitâŠâ
You can feel Tojiâs lips curve into a smile from down under, he gives your labia and clit a slow and antagonizing lick before responding to his partner in crime. âMmmm, man. Itâs been a while since I had to do this. Crazy how this princess got with a square like that kid. Wonder if he makes âem feel good like this.â And then he returns to your clit to give it a harsh suck.Â
Your body continues to be used like a toy. Your jaw loosens to oblige Sukunaâs girth thatâs currently hitting the back of your throat every time your lips meet the pubes of his pelvis. His ruts dial-up, and you ball your fists with the constant oral abuse on your face. Drool runs down your chin with every shove of his length, practically choking you with his dick. And the commotion between your leaking vulva and Toji doesnât go unnoticed either; motherfukerâs tongue is relentless, making sure every crevice and part of your pussy is familiar with him. And the sounds of him slurping your essence are so lewd, so erotic for your ears that you think theyâre bound to explode on you.Â
ââAhhh, damn, Iâm gonna cum,â Oh, God. Your eyes open to look at Sukunaâs expression, nothing but pure enjoyment looking at your pitiful look. âYouâre cute looking all pathetic taking my cock like this, whoreâMmmph!! Shiiiit, keep your head like that.â He grabs your head as his thrusts speed up to an irregular pace, your throat and face becoming numb. Your whimpers are muffled, and tears streak down your cheeks. His groans of pleasure fill the room, and before you know it, his load is released down to the depths of your throat. Youâre stuck taking it, mewling on the shaft still in your mouth until heâs finished.Â
He removes you when he is, his cock slathered in your saliva and still rock hard. You gawk at it, amazed that you could fit it in your mouth. And you hate to admit this, but it has you wondering what Tojiâs is like.Â
Speaking of, with a foggy mind, you peer down to see Toji finally done eating your cunt out. âYa taste good, you know that.â He licks his lips provocately with a smile. You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. âYou ready frâ me now?â He cocks his chin up, and you turn to see what heâs talking about, only to be met with the pinkish-red tip of his sprung erect cock. If you didnât think youâd be able to have Sukunaâs in your mouth, youâre going to need a dietyâs grace to see what you can do with Tojiâs. âHeh, think Iâm too big frâ you? How the hell is Kento handling a piece like you?â
âSâShut up, stop bringing him up!â You shout at him, tired of being reminded of the love of your life whom youâre betraying right now. All for his sake, but stillâŠ
He chuckles at your reaction. âLittle girl got spark, huh. Fine then, be a doll and put it in yourself.âÂ
Cold sweat slides from your brow. Me? Iâve gotta put that shit in on my own!? But you have to. You know you do. So, with anxiousness pooling in your stomach, you bring your ass up and use your hand to align his cock to your wet cunt.Â
It takes a lot of mental motivation for you to continue, but slowly and surely, you push the folds of your cunt onto his glans. The pain you experience makes it excruciating to bear, but with steady breaths, you push the tip in with every exhale. And when it finally enters your vulva, a gasp erupts from your puffy lips and a hiss from the man with the scarred lip. âMmmm, slow down, baby, slow it downâŠâ That was probably the only words heâs ever said that you could trust, so you anchor your ass down, taking in every inch of his length with his hands guiding your ass down. When you reach the base, you give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his girth within your velvety walls. âFuck, ya feel so nice and tight, princess.â
âIs that so?â Sukuna walks from behind. âCanât wait for me to have a go.â You couldnât even comprehend the meaning of that sentence because the salmon-haired one kicked your back. You are now mounted on Toji completely, the two of you facing each other while Sukuna crouches behind your ass. âGet ready, Iâm putting it in.â
âHuh?â Wait, both at the same time!? âHoâHold on, Iâve never done it in my ass befââ
âDoesnât sound like a problem to me; guess Iâll be the first then,â he shuts down your argument and then bends down to use his fingers and spit to ease your asshole. It feels so gross and repulsive that you could puke right now. Not that it would matter to Sukuna because heâs already set on doing it â his fore and middle finger pushing in and out of your anus. When he feels youâve loosened up, heâll remove his digits and substitute them with his cock.Â
And he doesnât warn you either, fucking bastard; he nudges his dick in his own countdown with no regard to how youâre feeling. Gripping onto the raven-haired manâs black shirt, Sukunaâs cock puts you through pain worth traumatizing, evoking screams that scratch your throat until he gets the whole thing in your ass. Nanami would never put you through this much pain. Never!
âAww, yâre making the pretty girl cry,â Toji teases condescendingly, chuckling at the sight of you burying your head in his chest to shield the embarrassment.Â
Sukuna hums while grinding his hips to your ass, a tiny bit of blood painting his shaft. âHmph, good, makes my enjoyment worthwhile. Now,â you shriek with the sudden snap of his hips to your ass. âLetâs get this show started.â
When Sukuna moves, Toji follows right after, and youâre left to fend for yourself in this unsteady tempo from both your holes. You start seeing stars from the unusual stimulation, and your mind and vision become so blurry that it hurts to think. Hell, it hurts to try and concentrate on one dick at a time! One is currently scraping the wells of your walls in a way that your slit clenches around him, while the other churns your insides from the back that almost takes your breath away. More drool and tears seep into the black shirt you use to disguise yourself from them. This shit is already humiliating as is!
âCâmon now, baby. Show me that pretty face of yârs.â Of course, Toji uses one hand to nudge your head to look at him. Your face is such a wet and hot mess, the sweat on your body making you sticky. The attempt to make sentences is beyond you, relying on moans and choked sobs to express your disorganized emotions. âThere ya are. Good fuckinâ girl.â
Toji then takes your plump lips with his, his hand snaking to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. It was one thing letting them use your cunt and ass as they see fit; now, they dare to kiss you in a time like this. Oh, this is the absolute worst! How can you speak to Nanami ever again after this!? These lips are now sullied by the lips and cock of other men. You canât ever go back and say that you were his, and itâs because of these assholes!!
âŠAnd whatâs worse, you were starting to find enjoyment in what you were doing, sinking into Tojiâs kiss and moaning into his scarred lips.
âHaahhâŠMmmphâŠDamn, this slut is so fucking tight.â Sukuna watches your back glisten in the light while your ass quaked under his unstable momentum. He sneers before slapping your asscheek, resulting in a rushed moan and a twitch from your pussy. Toji breaks the kiss. âHey, keep doing that. Think they like it.âÂ
With devilish glee, the tattooed other doesnât hold back. He gives you another smack to the ass, and more loud purrs and shrieks fill the space between you three. Fast ruts to your soaping slit and ass coincide with the strikes to your butt, catching you off guard and leaving a stinging sensation every time.Â
Itâs apparent now that your hips start to move on their own, riding out your own high while preparing for your orgasm thatâs climbing up. And the raven-haired man notices as he puts your hand on your aching buttcheeks. âGoin somewhere, dollface?âÂ
Oh, for fuckâs sake, let me come already!! ââAhhnn, ooohhhh!! Iâm about to cummmâIâm gonna breakâEeyahhh!!!
âThat so?â You want to wipe that smirk off his stupid, dumb, handsome face. âThen go ahead and get dirty, princess. Ring us up.â
Your arousal staggers up when both of their thrusts fall into a unity, the tender spots of your gummy walls from your ass and cunt being hit and abused prompt more ecstatic moans and your head pounding with every jab. Almost there, almost! Please, please, I want it!! And you are finally given what you want; your release crashes into you in a hard swoop, the shocks crawling up your body while your holes contract around both menâs cocks. Your brain falls into an erotic trance; you only care about the euphoric sensations tingling around your body. Dizziness overtakes you, and your head descends back on Tojiâs chest.
âHmph, you really a pathetic pet.â Sukuna grinds his pelvis into your sensitive ass. The aftershocks from your release still make your body react to their movements. âChasing for your own orgasm, huh. We outta fuck that selfishness right out of you, damn bratâŠâ
You donât say anything â more like you donât have the energy to. Your ass and chasm are too stuffed to keep your mind active, and your eyelids feel too heavy to keep up. It probably was from all that crying and screaming. All you want to do is go back to sleep in your bed at your cozy apartment. But that must be asking for too much. Just please end this nightmareâŠ
KentyâŠPlease forgive me, Iâm so sorryâŠ.
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You canât remember how sleep found you that night. But your eyes open to the ray of sunshine that peaks through the binds of your bedroom. Wait, my bedroom!?
You shoot up from your bed, the soft comforter and sheets peeling off your skin, and the cool air from the air conditioning welcomes you back to your personal space. Everything untouched, everything where itâs supposed to be â where youâre supposed to be.
A deep breath is the first thing you do when you wake up, following a long exhale. Was I dreaming? You wouldâve accepted that delusion had you not looked down to realize that your figure was covered with one of your oversized shirts, remembering that your old pajamas were cut and torn up. Flashes of last night return to haunt you, and shivers travel down your spine from realizing what transpired at those ungodly hours. You quickly check your sheets for any stains â Thank God, none. Funny how a pair of serial killing assholes have the decency to clean up your body.Â
And then a sudden feeling of dread crawls up after hearing your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You hurry to check the screen to find out it was a text message from Nanami. Itâs a Saturday, 9 a.m. Heâd usually be sleeping in until noon. Curious, you unlock your phone to check what your boyfriend is texting you about.
Recent Message from: ⥠my bby nanamiii âĄ
Hey, Y/n. Hope you slept well and everythingâs okay. Iâm coming from Getoâs place after picking up Haibara, who is going through the worst hangover right now. He said he wants to see you and that you make the best meals for his hangovers. I donât want to intrude if youâre not up for guests, so please tell me so I can take him somewhere else. But otherwise, weâll be there at around 30-45 mins. Letâs just relax this weekend, okay?
Reading the text as you fall in love with him all over again. After what youâve gone through, knowing that heâs safe and sound from any trouble, all you want right now is to be around him and hold him close. To be with him and forget about everything thatâs happened.Â
You send a heartwarming reply saying youâll be waiting for the two of them. Then, you remove yourself from the bed and stretch out your fatigued muscles. Ugh, I should probably shower before Nananmi gets hereâŠ
However, before you lift your shirt and head for the bathroom, you notice a glass of water and a bag full of pills. HuhâŠI definitely didnât have that there when I went to sleep before I was taken. And next to the glass was a folded piece of paper. Curiosity got the best of you this morning as you picked up the material to read its contents.Â
And this is where you knew your life was changing, for better or worse. Your legs give out, making you fall to your knees with a shaky breath, the hairs of your body standing, and your heart on the verge of leaping out of your mouth. What you read crushed your whole being, leaving you cold in this world â worse than the autumn breeze.
Yo, thanks for the great time last night. Keep that up, and your pretty boytoy will keep standing. Hereâs water and birth control, and keep that bag safe. Wouldnât wanna end up losing it for the next time we fuck you dumb. See ya later, pet.
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pairing â brothers best friend! park sunghoon x sister! reader
synposis â you knew sunghoon ever since you were little with him being your big brothers best friend. what jay didnât know though, was that you always had a secret crush on sunghoon. despite your feelings, you believe sunghoon doesnât like you back and sees you as nothing more than his friends annoying little sister. right?
genre â smut, angst
warnings â MINORS DNI!!!, the sexual scene doesnât come for a while, lower case intended, cursing, arguments, crying, partying, drinking, insecurities, sunghoon is toxic, reader thinks about sunghoon a lot, mean dom! sunghoon x sub! reader, eating out, overstimulation (f), blowjob, semi public sex, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, manhandling, minor choking, lying, fingering, name calling (slut and etc.), no protection (wrap up ur hotdog), not cumming inside, lmk if i missed any!
w.c â 8.0k+
a/n â was trying to do a drabble but instead made it into a somewhat whole fic cause i got carried away but oh well. this took me a while too make cause i wanted to make it good but i think it ended well ifykyk ;). also, if you would like to be added to my permanent taglist please click here and leave a comment! reblog, comment, like, etc.! not proofread!
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you remember the first time you met sunghoon at a neighborhood park. you were five while sunghoon was six. the sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the playground. jay, your big brother, had excitedly dragged you along to meet his new buddy.
you were curious but also a bit nervous. as you and jay approached the swings, you saw a boy standing there with an air of cool detachment. his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and his eyes seemed to be lost in thought.
"hey, sunghoon! this is my little sister, y/n," jay introduced her with a wide grin, his enthusiasm infectious.
sunghoon barely glanced at you, muttering a quick "hi" before turning his attention back to the ground. his voice was soft but carried a certain indifference that made you feel small.
you felt a pang of disappointment but brushed it off, determined to get to know him better. after all, jay had spoken highly of him, and you trusted your big brothers judgment.
as the years went by, you found yourself attending the same school, even participating in the same extracurricular activities. your crush on Sunghoon grew stronger with each passing year.
you noticed the little things about himâthe way his eyes softened when he was lost in thought, the rare smiles he reserved for jay and his other friends, and the quiet kindness he showed when he thought no one was looking. he was always polite to you, but there was a distance, a wall that you couldn't seem to breach.
high school brought more opportunities for interaction, but also more complications. sunghoon became more popular, his cool demeanor attracting a lot of attention. you, on the other hand, remained in the background, content with your small circle of friends and your studies. despite your different social circles, their paths crossed often, thanks to jay.
now that itâs been years of knowing sunghoon, you know how he acts, how he talks, how he reacts, everything about him that other girls wish they knew. but one thing that youâll never know is his type. you seem to be nothing but jays little sister to him, right?
it was a typical friday evening, and your house was buzzing with the usual energy that came with having your brother, jay, and his other best friend, sim jaeyun, over. they were playing video games in your living room while you silently read a book in the kitchen.
you heard jake screeching about something while jay was shouting nonsense. you werenât gonna lie and say it didnât give you fat headache. as you continued reading you suddenly heard a knock at the door. annoyed, you went to go answer it.
you walked past jay and jake and headed towards the door boredly.
as you opened the door, you were met with the sight of park sunghoon, jay's friend, aka your crush. he stood there, looking as cold and distant as ever, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.
"hey," you greeted him, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was pounding.
sunghoon barely acknowledged you with a nod before stepping inside without a word.
he didn't even spare you a glance as he made his way to the living room where jay and jake were deeply engrossed in their video game. you closed the door behind him, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.
you followed him into the living room, where the boys were too focused on their game to notice your presence. sunghoon joined them, his expression remaining stoic as he watched the screen. you took a seat on the couch, pretending to be absorbed in the book you had picked up earlier. but your eyes kept drifting back to sunghoon, watching his every move.
you decided to try to catch a conversation, âhey, sunghoon, do you want something to drink?" you offered, hoping to engage him in some small talk.
he barely looked up from where he was watching jay and jake, "no, thanks," he replied curtly, his attention still focused on your brother.
you sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of disappointment. it was always like this. no matter what you did, sunghoon never seemed to notice you. it was as if you were invisible to him, just another part of the background.
the boys continued their game, their laughter and banter filling the room. sunghoon remained quiet, only occasionally offering a terse comment or a slight sigh. you wished you could be a part of their world, to share in their camaraderie, but you felt like an outsider looking in.
despite your best efforts to focus on your book, you couldn't help but steal glances at sunghoon. Every now and then, his eyes would flicker in your direction, and you would quickly look away, hoping he hadn't noticed. but deep down, you hoped he had.
jake groaned when he finally lost to jay, letting out a frustrated growl, âmy finger pressed the wrong button!â
jay cackled and clapped his hands together. sunghoon just stared at them. you noticed how much jay and jake talk compare to sunghoon. but to them, he was like a missing puzzle piece to their friendship.
jay got up from the couch and stretched, âiâm gonna make something to eat. anyone want pizza rolls?â he questioned. jake raised his hand like a kid while sunghoon shook his head. you stared up at jay and nodded.
he went to the kitchen while jake wrapped an arm around sunghoon shoulder, âdid you talk to that girl yet?â
you heart dropped hearing that. what was jake talking about? you peeked from your book and watched sunghoons expression. it still remained serious, but you could see a bit of an annoyance.
âi already told you, i blocked her number.â he stated. jake gasped and unwrapped his arm around sunghoon, shoving him.
âwhat? dude she was your only chance to getting some!â jake said. he threw his hands on his head as if sunghoon broke a promise that was supposed to be kept forever. sunghoon shrugged his shoulders,
âi donât want a girl that gets passed around.â he firmly said. jake stopped complaining and put a finger under his chin. you on the other hand, was wondering what girl it could be.
jay eventually came back with a plate full of pizza rolls and set them in the table. jake hurriedly grabbed one and took a bite only to whine how hot it was. you giggled and took a bite yourself.
âready to do another round?â jay spoke. jake nodded and grabbed the controller, loading it to jay. they both sat down again and started a new round.
you noticed sunghoon was staring off in a distance, âeverything okay?â you asked. sunghoon flicked his gaze towards you before simply nodding and standing up.
âiâm gonna head to the restroom.â he spoke towards jay. jay nodded his head. sunghoon walked towards the hall that led to the bathroom, shutting the door with a click. you let a little sigh before grabbing your book again and reading. it was worth a shot.
eventually, the boys finished their game, and jay and jake started packing up their things. sunghoon stood up, his expression still unreadable.
he glanced at you briefly, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something in his eyes. but before you could decipher it, he turned away and headed for the door.
"see you around," he said, his voice cold and detached.
you nodded, unable to find your voice. as he walked out the door, you felt a pang of longing. jay stood next to you eating a pizza roll, âwhy are you staring at sunghoon like that?â
you snapped out of your daze and glared at him, âi wasnât staring at him!â you snapped. you turned your heel heading back to your room.
jay watched you go to your room, âwere too!â the only thing he heard from you was a loud groan with the door slamming shut.
the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. you groaned softly, reaching out to silence the alarm clock blaring on your nightstand. it was another school day, and you knew you had to get up. with a sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stretched.
"hey, sleepyhead! get up, or we're gonna be late!" jay called from the hallway.
jay was always the early riser, and he made sure you were up and ready on time. you quickly got dressed and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and fix your hair. jay was already in the kitchen, making breakfast.
"morning," you greeted him, grabbing a piece of toast.
"morning," he replied with a grin, "ready for another day at school?"
you rolled your eyes playfully, âas ready as I'll ever be."
jay chuckled and ruffled your hair. "come on, let's get going."
the two of you drove to school together, chatting about random stuff. as you guys got out of the car, you approached the school. you noticed the usual crowd of girls gathered around sunghoon and jake, who walked through the hallway with their signature known demeanor.
as you reached your locker, jay went off to join his friends, leaving you alone. you stood at your locker, watching the scene unfold from a distance. it was hard not to notice sunghoon, especially when jay and jake were so openly flirtatious with the girls.
jay's charming smile and jake's playful banter had the girls swooning, but sunghoon remained detached, barely acknowledging their presence. as jay and jake still talked with the girls, sunghoon began to walk away from the crowd.
you decided to follow him, curiosity getting the better of you. you kept a safe distance, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. sunghoon's long strides took him to a quieter part of the school, away from the hustle and bustle of the main hallways.
just as you thought you were being discreet, sunghoon suddenly stopped and turned around. your heart skipped a beat as his piercing gaze locked onto yours. before you could react, he closed the distance between you, trapping you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head.
"why are you following me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
you felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but you couldn't find the words to answer. sunghoon's proximity was overwhelming, and his intense gaze made it hard to think straight. he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.
"do you enjoy watching me?" he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.
you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. "i-i was just... curious," you stammered.
sunghoon chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours, "curious, huh? be careful, curiosity can be dangerous."
with that, he pushed away from the wall and walked off, leaving you flustered and breathless. You watched him go, your heart still racing from the encounter. what the fuck just happened?
after that encounter you went straight to your classroom, not even bothering to say hi to your friends. you sat at your desk and let out a deep sigh.
did sunghoon meant to do that? you felt your heart beating out of your ears. maybe you were just hallucinating it. the bell finally rang when students started coming in. you on the other hand, decided to just lay your head down for the whole lecture.
lunch came by pretty fast and before you knew it you were on your way to your friend group table. you took a seat while your friends were gossiping about someone.
"did you see sunghoon talking to that girl in the hall earlier?" one of them asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
your friends exchanged glances, sensing your discomfort but pressing on, "they seemed pretty close, like they were having a deep conversation or something. do you know anything about it?"
shakes of heads were viewed until they all looked at you.
you shook your head, forcing a smile, "no, i don't know anything about it."
you felt curious on who the girl couldâve been. knowing sunghoon since forever you knew heâs not the type to start a conversation with a girl first. was it the girl jake was talking about?
you huffed and took a bite out of your food. whatever it was, it wasnât your problem. but you still had that pang of discomfort in your chest.
the final bell of the day echoed through the halls, signaling the end of another school day. you gathered your books and headed towards the exit, where your friends were already waiting. as you approached, jay pulled up in his car, offering you a ride home as usual.
"hey, you need a ride home?" jay called out. you hesitated for a moment before shaking your head.
âno thanks. i think i'll walk with my friends today." you chimed.
jay raised an eyebrow but didn't press further, "alright, see you later then."
as you walked with your friends, the conversation flowed easily, but your mind kept drifting back to Sunghoon. You hadn't seen him much today, and the lingering thoughts from the previous conversation gossip still gnawed at you. your friends noticed your distraction but didn't comment, knowing you well enough to give you space.
when you finally reached your house, you waved goodbye to your friends and walked up the driveway. the sound of laughter from the backyard caught your attention. curiosity piqued, you made your way around the side of the house.
there, by the pool, were jay, jake, and sunghoon, all three in bathing suits, clearly ready for a swim.
jake noticed you first and waved, "hey, you made it! we decided to take a dip. wanna join?"
your eyes flickered to sunghoon, who was lounging on a chair, looking effortlessly cool and completely at ease. itâs almost as if this morning wasnât even real. the sight of him in his swim trunks made your heart race, and you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks.
"uh, i left my swimsuit at my friends house," you stammered, trying to keep your composure.
sunghoon glanced up, his expression unreadable, "you can always borrow one," he said nonchalantly, as if your presence didn't faze him at all.
you felt a mix of shyness and frustration. it was clear that Sunghoon didn't share the same nervousness you felt around him, "maybe next time," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
your brother, ever the peacemaker, jumped in, "no worries. we can just hang out. come sit with us."
reluctantly, you walked over and took a seat on the edge of a lounge chair, trying to act casual. the conversation flowed around you, but your focus kept drifting back to sunghoon.
every time he laughed or spoke, you felt a pang of longing, wishing he would notice you the way you noticed him.
the water sparkled invitingly, and the sound of laughter filled the air as sunghoon, jay, and jake splashed around. you noticed sunghoon moved through the water with such grace, each stroke powerful and smooth.
jay and jake were goofing off, trying to dunk each other, but sunghoon was focused, swimming laps effortlessly. the way his muscles flexed and glistened under the sun made your heart race. you tried to look away, but it was no use. your gaze kept returning to him.
after what felt like an eternity, sunghoon finally climbed out of the pool, water cascading down his toned body. he ran a hand through his wet hair, sending droplets flying. you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly looked down, hoping he didn't notice your flustered state.
but when you dared to glance up, you caught his eye and he gave you a small, knowing smirk. your blush deepened, and you couldn't help but look down, your heart pounding in your chest.
as the afternoon wore on, you found yourself relaxing a bit, the initial awkwardness fading. jay and jakeâs easy banter was infectious, and you couldn't help but join in. despite sunghoon's apparent indifference, you cherished these moments.
when the sun began to set, jay suggested ordering pizza, and the four of you moved inside. the atmosphere was warm and inviting, and for a while, you forgot about your worries, simply enjoying the company of jay and his friends.
jay was on the phone, ordering pizza for everyone. the anticipation of the delicious food was palpable, but your mind was elsewhere. sitting so close to sunghoon made your heart race, and you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
jake, noticing your unease, leaned in with a friendly smile, "hey, are you okay? you seem a bit tense," he asked, his voice gentle.
you glanced at him, trying to calm your racing heart, "yeah, i'm fine. just a bit... hungry," you lied, hoping he wouldn't see through it.
sunghoon, who had been quiet, shifted slightly closer to you. his presence was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.
he glanced at jake, his eyes narrowing slightly, "sheâs fine, jake. Just a little tired, right?" sunghoon's voice was smooth but there was an edge to it.
jake raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the tension, "sure, man. but you know, talking can help distract from hunger and tiredness," he said, turning his attention back to you, "so, what have you been up to lately? feels like i donât really see you often." he joked.
you appreciated Jake's attempt to make you feel comfortable, but sunghoon's proximity was making it hard to focus, "oh, just the usual stuff. school, work, you know how it is," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.
sunghoon's arm brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. he leaned in slightly, his voice low. "you know, you don't have to answer him if you don't want to. we're just waiting for the pizza, after all."
your heart skipped a beat at his words. there was something possessive in his tone that both thrilled and confused you. you glanced at him, trying to read his expression, but his face was a mask of calm.
jake, ever the peacemaker, tried to lighten the mood, "well, i think it's great that we're all hanging out together. it's been a while since we had a chill night like this," he said, giving you a reassuring smile.
jay finally hung up the phone and rejoined the group. "pizza's on its way! should be here in about thirty minutes," he announced, plopping down on the other side of jake.
the conversation flowed more easily with jay back, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's eyes on you. every time you laughed at one of jake's jokes or responded to his questions, you felt sunghoon's gaze intensify.
finally, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the pizza. jay and jake jumped up to get it, leaving you alone with sunghoon for a moment.
he took the opportunity to lean in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "you know, i wouldnât talk to jake so much, he always does that when he wants to get into girls underwearâs." he murmured, his voice low and possessive.
your breath caught in your throat, and you turned to face him, your eyes wide, "sunghoon, we're not... i mean, we're just friends," you stammered, unsure of what to say.
he smirked, his eyes darkening, "maybe, but that doesn't mean he wonât do anything to you. just remember that," he said, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment before he pulled away.
jay and jake returned with the pizza, breaking the tension. as you all dug in, the atmosphere lightened, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's emotions. it was confusing and thrilling all at once.
jake was already scrolling through the movie options, "How about this one?" he suggested, landing on a popular action film.
âsounds good," everyone agreed. they settled in, grabbing slices of pizza and filling their cups. the room was filled with the sounds of chewing and occasional laughter as they watched the movie.
as the movie progressed, you felt a gentle touch on your hand. you glanced to your side and saw sunghoon's hand lightly brushing against yours. your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked away, trying to focus on the movie. but the warmth of his touch lingered, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.
when the movie finally finished and every slice was gone, jake and sunghoon decided it was time to head home. jake and sunghoon were getting ready to leave.
jay was in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of their pizza night, while you stood by the door, ready to bid them farewell. jake was the first to step forward. his smile was warm and genuine as he reached out for a hug.
"thanks for having us over. It was a great night," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly embrace. you hugged him back, feeling the comfort of his presence.
as you pulled away, you noticed sunghoon standing a few steps behind jake, his expression unreadable. his eyes were fixed on the floor, and he made no move to step forward. there was an air of detachment about him that seemed out of place.
âgoodnight, sunghoon," you said, hoping to catch his eye. but he didn't look up. he simply nodded once, almost imperceptibly, and turned to walk out the door without another word. the door closed behind him, leaving you standing there, confused and a little hurt.
jake noticed your puzzled expression and gave you a small, reassuring smile, "don't worry about him. he's probably just tired," he said softly, patting your shoulder before following sunghoon out the door.
you watched them walk down the driveway, jake's easygoing stride contrasting sharply with sunghoon's tense posture.
the night air was cool, and you shivered slightly, not entirely from the cold. you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. sunghoon's silence and his refusal to say goodbye gnawed at you, leaving a lingering sense of unease.
jay came up behind you, drying his hands on a dish towel, "everything okay?" he asked, noticing your troubled expression.
âiâm not sure," you replied, still staring at the spot where sunghoon had been standing, "sunghoon didn't say goodbye. he seemed... different."
jay frowned, looking thoughtful, âmaybe he's just got something on his mind. you know how he can be sometimes."
âyeah, maybe," you said, though you weren't entirely convinced. theimage of Sunghoon's emotionless face stayed with you as you closed the door and locked it for the night.
as you headed to bed, you couldn't help but wonder why sunghoon decided to act like he cared about you and then act like he didnât care anymore. you hummed and slowly closed your eyes before falling asleep.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. you stretched and yawned, feeling the remnants of sleep leave your body. it was time to start your usual morning routine.
you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. after a quick shower, you brushed your teeth and combed your hair, feeling more awake with each passing minute.
dressed and ready for the day, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal, you heard footsteps approaching. turning around, you saw jay entering the kitchen, looking as relaxed as ever.
âmorning jay," you greeted him with a smile.
âmorning," he replied, grabbing an apple from the counter, "hey, just so you know, i'm gonna be hanging out with jake today. he was complaining about how he needs new shoes.â
you nodded, taking a bite of your cereal, "cool, sounds fun. what about sunghoon? isn't he coming with you guys?"
jay shook his head, a puzzled look crossing his face. "no, he said he didn't want to go. weird, right? he always hangs out with us."
you frowned, feeling a twinge of confusion. sunghoon was usually the first to join in on any plans with the group. "thatâs strange. did he say why?"
jay shrugged, taking a bite of his apple, "nope, he just seemed off on call. maybe he's got something else going on."
you couldn't shake the feeling that something was up with sunghoon. determined to get to the bottom of it, you decided to check in on him later. for now, you finished your breakfast and went about your day, the mystery of sunghoon's behavior lingering in the back of your mind.
after breakfast, you tidied up the kitchen and headed out for a morning jog. the crisp air and the rhythmic sound of your footsteps on the pavement helped clear your mind.
returning home, you took a quick shower and changed into comfortable clothes. you decided to text sunghoon, hoping to get some answers.
Y/n: Hey Sunghoon. Everything okay? Jay mentioned you weren't joining them today.
minutes passed without a response, and you grew more anxious. you tried to distract yourself by diving into a book, but your thoughts kept drifting back to sunghoon. finally, your phone buzzed with a message. it was Sunghoon.
Sunghoon: Iâm fine.
his reply was short, almost dismissive. you knew sunghoon well enough to sense that something was off. you couldnât decide to think anything better than pay him a visit.
you grabbed your keys and headed to sunghoon's place. the walk wasnât that far with him living in the same neighborhood. as you finally got to his house you felt a sudden nervousness.
as you approached his door, you hesitated for a moment before knocking. a couple seconds the door opened, sunghoon opened the door, his expression one of confusion and mild annoyance.
"what are you doing here?" he asked, his tone colder than you expected.
âi was worried about you," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "you didn't hang out with jay and jake, and you seemed distant when you texted me. what's going on?"
sunghoon's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest, âwhy do you care? it's none of your business."
you felt a pang of hurt at his words, âof course, it's my business! we're friends, and friends look out for each other. you've been acting strange lately, and iâm worried."
âwell, maybe you should mind your own business," sunghoon snapped, his voice growing harsher. "i don't need you or anyone else telling me what to do."
your confusion turned to frustration, âwhy are you being like this? i'm just trying to help you!"
sunghoon's expression didn't soften, "i don't need your help. just leave me alone."
anger flared up inside you, and you couldn't hold back any longer, "fine! if you want to be a jerk, then be a jerk! but don't expect me to keep worrying about you if you're going to treat me like this."
sunghoon's eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite place, but he didn't say anything more. he simply turned and walked back into his house, leaving the door open just long enough for you to see that he truly didn't care.
feeling a mix of anger and sadness, you turned and walked away from sunghoon's house. when you finally arrived back home, you saw jay standing outside, waiting for you. he looked concerned as he approached.
"are you okay? where were you? you could at least text me where youâre going." jay asked, his voice gentle.
you didn't even look at him as you brushed past, "i'm fine," you muttered, not wanting to talk about what had just happened.
jay reached out to stop you, but you pulled away, needing some space to process everything. you went inside, leaving jay standing there, knowing he was worried but unable to face another confrontation.
the sun slowly settled down, and you were curled up on the couch, flipping through channels but not really paying attention to anything. your mind kept drifting back to the tense encounter with sunghoon earlier.
just then, jay burst into the living room, excitement radiating off him, "there's this party tonight. you should come with me. you could meet my girlfriend finally.
you looked up, not really feeling the party vibe. "i don't know, jay. iâm not really in the mood for a party tonight. maybe i can meet her after?
he gave you a knowing look, "come on, it'll be fun! plus, i heard sunghoon's going to be there. maybe we can ask him why he was acting weird."
you heart skipped a beat at the mention of sunghoon. despite the argument, you couldn't deny the feelings you had for him more than your anger.
maybe this party could be a chance to make things right, "sunghoon's going to be there?" you asked, trying to sound casual.
jay nodded, a smile playing on his lips, "yep. so, what do you say? are you in?"
you hesitated for a moment before nodding, "alright, i'll go. but I need to get ready."
jay grinned, "great! we've got a couple of hours, so take your time."
you rushed to your room, heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. you wanted to look your best, hoping to catch Sunghoon's eye and maybe even talk things out.
you rummaged through your closet, finally settling on your favorite outfitâa sleek dress that made you feel confident and beautiful.
you applied your makeup, you couldn't help but think about what you would say to Sunghoon. you wanted to apologize for the argument and explain how much you cared about him. with a final touch of lipstick, you looked in the mirror, feeling ready to face the night.
jay was waiting for you downstairs, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw you, "wow, never seen you this ready.â
you smiled, feeling a bit more confident, âlet's go."
the drive to the party was filled with jay's chatter about who would be there and what to expect. you appreciated the distraction, but your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon. when you arrived, the party was already in full swing, with music blasting and people mingling everywhere.
jay led you inside, and you scanned the room, searching for sunghoon. you spotted him near the back, talking to a group of friends. he was leaning against a wall with a drink in his hand, looking a bit tipsy but still maintaining his usual cool demeanor.
Your heart pounded as you made your way over, trying to muster the courage to approach him.
âsunghoon, can we talk?â you asked softly, stepping closer.
he looked up, his expression unreadable, âwhat is it?â he replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and annoyance.
you bit your lip, âis it okay if we go to a more private space?â you asked. sunghoon looked over at his friends and said something to them. he then averted his stare to you.
he walked past you without saying a word. you followed him past the loud people and music before going upstairs to a bedroom. he went in first and then with you shutting the door. you faced him and decided to just do it.
âiâm really sorry about earlier,â you began, your voice trembling slightly, âi didnât mean to upset you. i was just frustrated, and I took it out on you. It wasnât fair.â
sunghoon sighed, rubbing his temples, âyeah, well, it wasnât exactly a great conversation.â
you nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. âi know, and I feel terrible about it. I just want us to be okay.â
he stared at you for a moment, and then a small smile tugged at his lips, âyou always talk too much when youâre nervous,â he said, stepping closer. before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, silencing your apologies.
the kiss was gentle but firm, and you could taste the alcohol on his lips. it was a mix of emotions â his frustration, your regret, and a shared longing to make things right.
when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, âiâm not mad anymore,â he whispered, âbut i do know what can help you to be forgiven.â
you nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, âiâll do anything to make you forgive me,â you said.
instead of saying something, he smashed his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck. you couldnât believe you were finally kissing him.
you let out a tiny moan when he gripped your waist harder. he signaled you to jump making you do so. he lead you both to the bed while still having his lips latched onto yours. he set you softly on the bed and kissed your neck softly.
you gripped his locks softly and sighed feeling him go along your neck to your chest. you helped him take off your dress by unzipping on the back. when the dress finally fell slack you felt shyness course through your body.
you tried to cover yourself, but sunghoon gripped both of your wrists above your head. âsunghoon wait-â
he ignored you and rubbed his thigh against your core. you arched your back and let out a loud moan. a smirk tugged on his lips, âsensitive are we?â he teased.
you hid your face in your arm, feeling embarrassed. he traced his fingers alongside your bra before grabbing the strap and sliding it down along your shoulders. you gasped feeling his cold hands fondling your breast.
you whimpered when he flicked it and gripped it harshly, âsunghoon please.â you breathed out. sunghoon clicked his tongue.
âbe patient slut.â he snapped. you but back your words and hummed. he lowered his head to your breast, and finally you felt his hot tongue on them. he sucked them hungrily like heâs been waiting to do this for a long time. loud moans and kissing noises were heard.
you squirmed and cried out when he let go of them with a âpopâ. he took off his jacket and shirt revealing his toned body. you pouted when you couldnât feel his abs since his hands were still holding you down.
he grinned when he saw you trying to release from his grip, âi told you to be patient didnât i?â he rasped. you nodded your head, wanting to be good. he chuckled darkly.
you suddenly felt a hand on your core and thatâs when sunghoon started rubbing alongside your folds. you let out a squeal when he dipped his hand in your underwear and rubbed your clit.
âsunghoon ahh~â you cried out. he prodded around your hole before slowly dipping a finger in. you felt a shooting pain and tried closing your legs.
âif you canât take a finger, how can you take my dick?â he asked so casual. you felt your cheeks go red. you slowly tried relaxing, feeling the stretch burn.
slowly, you felt him go in and out causing you to let out a quiet moan. when sunghoon noticed you were feeling good, he added another finger in making you squirm.
soon enough, three fingers were already inside you moving back and forth. your loud moans sounding desperate. you felt your orgasm coming and tried signaling sunghoon. he didnât stop when you felt your legs shake as your orgasm went right through you.
you let out a desperate breath when he let his fingers slip out. you watched him lick his fingers clean with your cum. you blinked twice and squeezed your legs together. he let go of your wrists and began to unbuckle his belt and slid his pants and boxers down.
you let out a gasp seeing how big he was. there was no way he could fit. he hissed when he touched his dick and let out long strokes. you gulped seeing his pre cum seep out. letting your mind take over you for up and crawled towards him.
he eyes you confused before he felt your smaller hand grip his dick. he let out a groan and threw his head back. you stroked it slowly up and down before licking his pre cum. you hummed at his salty taste.
you didnât know where your confidence was coming from, just seeing him so open to you had you thinking strange. you opened your mouth and engulfed his dick. sunghoon jerked forward a bit at the sudden warmth and gripped your hair.
âagh fuck, just like that slut.â he groaned. you moaned around his dick and sucked it harshly. his mains turning you on more. as you were about to finger yourself, sunghoon gripped your hair.
âdonât you fucking dare.â he growled. you whined, but didnât move a muscle. you felt him tensing up indicating he was gonna cum soon and stroked his balls. a few seconds later you felt hot sperm in your mouth.
he let out a drawn moan and slowly let go of you. you took his dick out your mouth and swallowed his cum. he watched you intensely and wiped his cum off your lips. he lifted his fingers towards your mouth. you sucked on them until there was no more left.
he didnât give you time to speak before you felt yourself being pushed back with your pussy in view for him. you let out a scream when you felt his dick enter you without warning.
he started thrusting into your pussy without giving you time to adjust. your eyes rolled back feeling him deep inside you, âs-sunghoon! oh fuck!â you screamed out. sunghoon just hummed and kissed your cheek.
you suddenly felt another orgasm coming already and wrapped your arms around his neck, âi-i think iâm gonna c-cum.â you stuttered. sunghoon cursed and wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it as a warning.
âyou cum, iâll overstimulate you.â he sternly said. you let whined moan. how can you not cum when heâs fucking you so deep? his pace didnât falter one bit. you felt like it was going to be eternity until he cums.
sunghoon groaned feeling you squeezed around him trying to hold your orgasm. you felt his dick pulsating and before you could let out another word, sunghoon beat you to it.
âcum for me bitch.â he whispered in your ear. you felt your orgasm hit you hard. you mouth fell slack when he took out his dick and stroked it on your stomach until his cum spurred out.
you both let out heavy breathing until sunghoon put on his shirt and jacket. he went to the bathroom and wiped you off before putting on his boxer and pants. he helped you out with your clothing too until you were dressed.
as you both stood there in silence, you suddenly heard someone knocking causing you to jump, âeverything good here?â someone asked, it was jake. your eyes widened and you looked over at sunghoon who expression was unreadable.
before you could say something sunghoon went towards the door opening it. jake backed up and looked surprised.
âoh shit, my bad sunghoon. i didnât know you were in here-â jake sentence cut off when he saw you behind him, âoh? hey y/n?â
you awkwardly waved. sunghoon looked back at you and turned towards jake. he walked past jake not giving another word out, leaving you there alone and shocked. what the hell?
jake stared at you confused, but you didnât say anything and went out the room too. you made your way downstairs, but didnât see sunghoon in sight. as you looked around you saw jay holding hands with a girl walking towards you, âhey y/n! this is-â âwhereâs sunghoon?â
jayâs eyebrows furrowed, âoh, uh, i think i saw him leave-â you didnât let him finish his sentence and rushed out of the house. you looked around, but didnât see sunghoon anywhere.
you felt disappointment on your chest and looked to the ground. was he just using you? you took out your phone and looked for sunghoon contact, shooting him a text about his disappearance.
you went back inside the house and told jay you wanted to go home. jay bid his goodbye to his girlfriend and escorted you out to his car.
the whole car ride was silent. none of you guys speaking a word. even when you came back home you left jay in the car and went inside, wanting to sleep.
as you lay in your bed, you sighed and finally let your tears roam free.
you woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. the events of the previous night were still fresh in your mind, and you felt a pang of anxiety as you recalled what happened yesterday sunghoon. you sighed and stretched, trying to shake off the lingering tension.
as you made your way to the kitchen, you found jay sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee. he looked up and gave you a small smile, âmorning," he greeted, his tone gentle.
âmorning," you replied, trying to muster a smile in return.
jay studied you for a moment before speaking again, âjake told me you and sunghoon seemed upset about something. is everything okay between you guys?"
you felt a lump form in your throat and shook your head, "i don't really want to talk about it right now," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
jay nodded understandingly, âthat's okay. you don't have to talk about it if you're not ready." he paused, taking another sip of his coffee, "actually, i was planning to go to the mall today with my girlfriend and jake. we thought it might be fun to hang out and take our minds off things. would you like to join us? it could be like a double date."
you hesitated for a moment, considering his offer. the idea of spending time with friends and getting out of the house sounded appealing, âyeah, i think i'd like that," you agreed, feeling a small sense of relief.
jay's face lit up with a smile. "great! we'll leave in about an hour. take your time getting ready."
you nodded and headed back to your room to change. as you dressed, you couldn't help but think about sunghoon. you hoped that some time apart would give both of you the space to cool down and reflect on what had happened.
an hour later, you found yourself in jay's car, with his girlfriend in the front seat and jake sitting beside you in the back. the drive to the mall was filled with light-hearted chatter and laughter, and you felt your spirits lift as you listened to their banter.
when you arrived at the mall, the four of you wandered through the stores, stopping to browse and try on clothes. jay's girlfriend, hana, was sweet and friendly, and she quickly made you feel at ease. she linked arms with you as you walked, chatting animatedly about the latest fashion trends she took an interest too.
jake kept the mood light with his playful teasing and witty remarks. you found yourself laughing more than you had in days, and the tension from the previous night began to melt away.
at one point, you all stopped at a cafĂ© for a break. as you sipped on your iced coffee, jay leaned in and gave you a reassuring smile, "i'm glad you came with us today," he said softly, âsometimes, a little distraction is all we need to feel better."
you nodded, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. just as you were gonna say something, your eyes wandered across the room and landed on a familiar figure.
sunghoon was there, sitting at a table with a girl. they were deep in conversation, laughing and smiling, completely absorbed in each other. your heart sank, a cold wave of realization crashing over you. it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, and the once comforting warmth of the café turned into a stifling heat.
as if sensing the reader's gaze, sunghoon looked up and their eyes met. for a moment, time seemed to stand still. you could see the surprise in his eyes, quickly followed by something elseâguilt, perhaps? the girl with him noticed the change in his demeanor and turned to see what had caught his attention.
you quickly looked away, your heart pounding in your chest. the moment of peace was shattered, replaced by a whirlwind of emotions. you stood up abruptly, leaving your half-finished latte behind, and hurried out of the cafĂ©, the sound of sunghoon's laughter still echoing in their ears. heâs never laughed like that towards you.
the sight of the girls behind, you knew she had to be pretty with the way her hair looked smooth and straight. her clothes fitting her body perfectly. you felt tears in your eyes after finally knowing that sunghoon was just using you.
you walked briskly down the street, your mind racing. you didn't know where you were going; you just needed to get away. the sound of footsteps behind you made you quicken your pace, but a familiar voice called out your name, stopping you in your tracks.
âwait! please, just wait!" sunghoon's voice was breathless, and when you turned around, you saw the desperation in his eyes.
âwhat do you want, sunghoon?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
âi can explain," he said, stepping closer. "it's not what you think. she's just a friend, i swear."
âdo you think I'm stupid?" you shot back, anger and hurt lacing your words. "i saw how you were with her."
before sunghoon could respond, you heard another set of voices approaching. jay, hana, and jake appeared, looking concerned.
âwhat's going on here?" Jay demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked between you and sunghoon, "why have you guys been acting like this?"
âitâs not what it looks like," Sunghoon started, but jay cut him off.
âthen what is it?" jay's voice was rising, and you could see the frustration building. "you two have been acting weird for weeks, and now this? i thought we were friends sunghoon!â
jake stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation, "let's all just calm down and talk about this."
but jay wasn't having it, "no, i want to know the truth. are you two...?" he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, "there's nothing going on between us, jay. sunghoon and i are just friends. but seeing him with that girl... it hurt."
jay looked at you, his pissed off expression slowly fading slightly, "why didn't you tell me you had feelings for him?"
âb-because i knew you would be mad. and because sunghoon doesnât like me in that way." you admitted, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. you felt embarrassed and guilty.
sunghoon stepped closer, his eyes filled with regret, "i'm sorry. i never meant to hurt you. i should have been honest."
you look up at sunghoon teary eyed. before sunghoon could step closer towards you, jay cut him off, âget the fuck away from her.â
everyone stared at jay in shock. heâs never cussed at any of his best friends, âi trusted you sunghoon and jake to not go after my sister for so many reasons and thatâs the first thing you do? until she explains everything to me from a to z, youâre not coming to my house. youâre not gonna speak to me or her until you get your shit together.â he demanded.
he left without a word while hana followed him. jake stared at both of you pitying before following along. you slowly got up and walked past sunghoon. before you could walk away, sunghoon softly grabbed your wrist.
you met his soft gaze, âiâm sorry for everything.â he whispered. you didnât say anything and left him alone. it was your turn to walk out on him.
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đđŸđ Ü Sunghoon was your stepbrother, and ever since your two fractured families merged into one, heâs had feelings for you. Deep down, he knows the attraction is wrong, but the taboo of it all only made it more addicting to himâŠ
đžđđđđ¶đŸđđ ïœĄïœĄïœĄ KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, kissing, mentions of virginity loss, oral (m. r), masturbation (f. r), stepcest kink, cum eating, manhandling, face slapping, hair pulling, breath play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of 02z, reader is younger than sunghoon & has long hair, short parental argument, thatâs all
đORD đOUNT ⚟ 4199 â đàŸàœČ Day 10 đàŸàœČ
âSheâs hot as fuck, I canât help itâŠâ Sunghoon sighed while readjusting himself in his seat just at the mere thought of you.
He and his two friends, Jake and Jay, were hanging out in your step-fatherâs backyard near the pool, helping themselves toa few cold drinks and some conversation while round about the outdoor table.
âWho fucking cares, dude?â Jake asked rhetorically, his Australian accent rugged and thick with utter confusion and disgust.
âExactly broâŠÂ youâre playing with dangerous fire here, Hoon, and trust me when I say you donât wanna mess with that step-sis shitâŠâ Jay added, crossing his legs where where he sat.
âWhy not, though?â Sunghoon challenged, pulling out his phone to swipe a few notifications clouding his screen.
âWell, for starters, screwing your step-sister in real life is a lot more tricky than how itâs shown in pornosâŠÂ secondly, you two could be blood-related for all you know!â Jake pitched in, spreading his arms as if to convey increased importance.
âPleaseâŠ. I highly doubt thatâŠâ Sunghoon scoffed, shaking his head at his friend's cautious protest.
âRight⊠and what makes you so sure then, huh..? Youâve taken any DNA tests lately?â Jay questioned matter-of-factly.
âOf course not, idiot, but thatâs beside the pointââ
âShe might have the same dad as you!â Jake went on in a fit of concern.
âNot possible⊠my father had a vasectomy before I was even born, and my step-sisterâs younger than meâŠâ
âThen you all might have the same mom, it doesnât matter! You never know with this type of stuff, dudeââ
âWait- ShhhâŠâ Sunghoon whispered, just as a womanâs voice in the distance filled his ears until you eventually walked by.
âHey, Hoon!â You chirped, paying a brief yet respectable wave to his friends as well, âYour dadâs been looking for you all afternoon, by the wayâŠâ
âOh yeah? Whatâs up with him?â Sunghoon asked in between taking a sip from his soda can.
âHe said something about you leaving the garage door unlocked last night?âŠÂ I donât know, maybe he just wants to talk to you about itâŠâ
âGod⊠I mean, okay, uhâŠÂ thanks for letting me know, sisâŠâ
âMhm,â you hummed with a nod, right before turning on your heel and walking back from whence you came...
âDad?â Jay repeated with confusion.
âSis?â Jake added, just as confused.
âYup⊠and we donât look very similar now, do we?â Sunghoon offered with a proud smirk, taking the last sip of his cherry cola with a clenched jaw and sighing at the fizzy sensation.
âFine, but what difference does it make when you live under the same roof and share a set of parents, biologically or not?âÂ
The space felt quiet at Jayâs sudden comment, with nothing other than chirping birds in the distance filling the void.Â
âLook man, I gotta go now, but please, at the very leastâŠÂ considerâŠÂ our advice,â Jay said in a more solemn tone before shuffling from his seat and standing up to walk away.
âYea⊠I meanâŠÂ Iâll consider it,â Sunghoon nodded nonchalantly while waving his friend off, but Jay didnât see it as shady because thatâs how Sunghoon always actedâŠ
Numb, absent, impetuous.
Itâs those precise qualities in him that initially earned your attraction, and they were the same qualities that eventually made you stick aroundâŠ
1 hour laterâŠ
âItâs so pretty, HoonâŠâ you admired from beneath your step-brother, trailing an inquisitive finger along the underside of his cock as he nearly dug crescents into the palms of his hands from how tightly he balled his fists.
He was just so, so sensitiveâŠ
âCan I now?â You asked softly, eager to finally have his cock in your mouth and stretching your slutty little lips apart with his thicknessâŠ
And to no oneâs shock, he was just as eager to have your mouth around him, tooâŠ
Of all the private time youâve spent with Sunghoon, you two had tried almost everything in the books from dry humping, nipple sucking (on both sides), vaginal sex, cockwarming, and even mutual masturbation on some accountsâŠ
Though, you had never tried giving him oral before, and itâs an act thatâs been on your mental bucket list for quite a while now.
âGo on, angel,â Sunghoon groaned, watching intently as you began prepping him by stroking the base of his length, and he swears a hand has never felt so good around his cock before.
Your step-brother, being the handsome guy that he was, had his fair share of sexual experiences in the pastâŠ
However, once he met you, or more accurately, once yâall crossed that dangerous physical boundary, he fell in love with you in a way that would never be considered brotherly.
Simply put, you were the best at everything to him; making him feel better after a bad day, listening to his most profound thoughts when no one else would, etc etc.
And it helped that you were one of the most beautiful girls he had met, tooâŠ
The first time he had sex with you, he remembered gazing at your cunt first before sliding himself in, and he felt so bad for having to be the first one to stretch you out.
You were so tight and fragile and he was so thick and long that it took more than a few tries just to have sex properlyâŠ
But since then, you became his little fuck toy, and he simply dreaded the thought of some other guy getting to enjoy those parts of you one dayâŠ
The parts he worked so hard to cultivate in youâŠÂ the parts that he felt should be for his eyes and his eyes onlyâŠ
âOhhh, God,â Sunghoon groaned suddenly, sealing his pretty brown eyes shut at the feeling of your lips sliding along the center of his shaft.
His tip, the most sensitive part of his cock, found utter bliss in the back of your tight throat, and his tense hips subconsciously bucked into your mouth, causing you to tap his thigh as a sign to slow down.
âSorry,â he whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear to prevent it from getting in the way, but you couldnât help yourself from marveling at the way his length twitched inside your mouth, its tip already crying out precum as you kept bobbing your head nice and slow.
And it was genuinely such an honor to be sucking him off, considering how much he had done for you in the pastâŠÂ things that your parents never had to find out about because he was there to help you.
For instance, you vividly recall the time when a deadbeat date you met at a party dropped you off on the side of the road after you rejected his sexual advances, and Sunghoon was the only person who answered your call that nightâŠ
That same night marked the first night you kissed each otherâŠÂ in his car at a red light on your way home, to be preciseâŠÂ
And you cried the rest of the drive back to the family mansion until Sunghoon managed to finally calm you down with a hug⊠one that led to him sleeping in your bed that night with his clothed cock slowly rutting against the curve of your assâŠ
You remember pretending like it didnât happen for a while until eventually, the taboo craving was reciprocated in you; you wanted Sunghoon just as much as he always wanted youâŠ
âFuck, babyâŠÂ âm so close,â your stepbrother groaned in pleasure, keeping his hands in your hair because it was genuinely one of his favorite parts about you, âYea⊠keep drooling around my fat cock, baby⊠just like that⊠shit~â
You squeezed your thighs at Sunghoonâs desperate dirty talk, feeling yourself getting more and more turned on every time he swore beneath his breath.
âGo on, angel⊠touch yourself for me,â he mewled from above you, compelling you to do exactly what he just suggested.
Slipping your fingers past the waistband of your skirt, you found your core instantly given how you werenât wearing any underwear.
You slid your digits over your folds while still sucking his dick before humming at the feeling of your aching clit finallygetting some attention.
âDidnât know sucking my cock would turn you on so much,â he snickered through a smirk, only to groan once again as you hummed around his dick, reeling him even closer to climaxing.
With just a few more bobs of your head, Sunghoon was finally coming undone, screwing his thick eyebrows shut with his head thrown back.
His thumbs slowly outlined the side of your hairline as he looked back down at you with pure affection, slipping his cock out of you as cum coated every surface of your mouthâ
âCâmere, princess,â he whispered in a raspy voice, finding your lips in the sweetest kiss as your tongues intertwined, all while you still stimulated your clit beneath your clothesâŠ
And as if you werenât feeling a bit lightheaded already, you definitely were now, feeling your hips spasm the more and more his tongue ran against yours.
Before you knew it, you were crying out Sunghoonâs name into his mouth and creaming all over your fingers.
âShhh,â he cooed while holding your head in place with a gentle hand, backing away only once so he could see the look on your face as you finished.
It was such a beautiful sight to him, tooâŠÂ the way your eyes brimmed with tears as you bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep quiet but failing nonethelessâŠ
He loved every part of itâ
Knock, knock, knock.
âSunghoon, are you in there?â Your mom called out from behind the door, just mere feet away from you two.
âUhh, yeah, whatâs up?â Sunghoon asked as calmly as he could manage while you both worked on readjusting your clothes back.
âYour fatherâs ready to have dinner with everyone,â she continued, trying to listen in on what was happening on the other side of the door, only to have her ears filled with the sound of shuffling.
âAlright, Iâll be down in a minute,â Sunghoon answered, just as you stood up to kiss him again, desperate for more.
âGreatâŠÂ Iâll go and tell your sister to join us, too,â she said before finally walking away, and you smiled even deeper into the kiss as Sunghoonâs hands found your body, guiding your hips closer against him.
30 minutes laterâŠ
âWhyâre you making such a big deal out of this, Dad?â
âBecause youâre too irresponsible for your age,â your stepfather scolded at the dinner table, the awkward clinking of silver forks against glass plates filling the room.
âJust because I forgot to lock the garage back on one night?â
âOne night is all it takes for someone to come in and rob us, son,â his dad argued in between chewing on a piece of steak,âif you ever want this property or anything in the family estate to be yours, you better start acting like it belongs to you alreadyâŠâ
âBut I do, DadâŠÂ canât you see that?â Sunghoon asked with frustration in between eating some rice from his plate, âI keep the pool clean, cut the lawn weekly, and help out with bills, what else do you want me to do?â
âLock the garage door back at night. Letâs start there,â his dad said plainly, and Sunghoon simply scoffed at his words.
âRight⊠got it, sir, but Iâll be excusing myself now,â Sunghoon said while getting up from the table with his dad in unison.
âNo, you sit back down and finish eating so you can help your mom and sister clean upâŠÂ Iâm going to my roomâŠâ
âUgh,â your mother sighed, getting up from the table and following in the exact steps as Sunghoonâs father did, âSorry to leave you guys hanging, but I think Iâm gonna call it a night and just chill out with your dadâŠâ
âOh⊠yeah, thatâs fine,â you and your stepbrother smiled softly while getting up to wash dishes, âhave a good nightâŠâ
âYou, too, guys,â she smiled softly with her hands clasped in front of her before eventually leaving.
In the meantime, you got started on loading the dishwasher and wiping the kitchen surfaces; Sunghoon helped by sweeping and taking out the trash.
Afterward, you and Sunghoon sat on the living room couch and talked for a bit, the sound of the dishwashing machine thrumming in the distance.
You remembered his friends kept giving you weird looks earlier, so you decided to ask Sunghoon what they were talking about as a conversation starter.
âOh- nothing, really⊠they were just curious about who you were, is allâŠâ Sunghoon answered plainly, gentle clicks coming from his fingers as he toggled with the TV remote, searching for something good to watch.
And you knew it shouldnât have affected you so much, but you could almost feel his hands all over you again just from looking at themâŠ
You could feel the way his fingers were cupping your face earlier, and the way his palm felt resting on the small of your back as he kissed you that eveningâ
âWanna watch something scary?â He offered, interrupting your brief thoughts.
âDo we even have a choice?â You returned while glancing at the screen, shocked to see there were predominantly horror movies playing tonight.
âI swear, it's like people never get bored of having scary movie marathons,â Sunghoon shrugged before eventually turning the TV off.
Currently, you were both sitting opposite to each other on the couch, up until your stepbrother patted the empty space next to him, signaling for you to come closer.
You laid your head on his shoulder, and the warmth of his body radiating through the cotton sweater he wore made you sigh in comfort.
âWhat, you're getting sleepy already?â Sunghoon asked with a soft smile, not expecting you to have snuggled against him so suddenly.
âNo,â you said, reaching for his pale hand before tracing the nail beds of his fingers with your own, âjust wanna enjoy this gentle moment with you...â
âOh... Seriously?â
âMhm...â You hummed against him, making the smile on his face linger for a little longer, âCan I ask you something?â
âYea, what is it?â
âWell... hypothetically speaking, if your dad left his bedroom door open all night, how much do you think we could get away with in here?âŠâ
â____...â
âRelax, it's just a question,â you pouted, letting go of his hand and touching his tense thigh instead.
He gulped before answering.
âOkay then... hypothetically speaking... I know I could keep quiet during a lot of things, but you on the other hand...â his voice trailed off as he gave you a knowing look instead of finishing his sentence.
âWhat? Finish what you were gonna say, loser,â you chuckled, sitting up to look him in the face now, but judging from his cheeks alone, you could tell he was a bit flustered about something...
âHey,â you spoke softly, moving your hand from his thigh and cupping his face instead, but it didn't stay there long before he was pushing you on your back, caging you beneath him on the sofa.
âI think it might be better if I just show you instead of telling you, hm?â He whispered, dangerously close to your face, and you felt your heart rate increase while caged beneath himâŠ
Not because you were nervous, but because you knew your parents were likely still awake, and youâd hate to get caught in a position like this.
âS-Sunghoon, maybe not in here, okay?â You began with shaky breaths, trying to keep your voice as low as possible now,âItâs too riskyâŠâ
âShhh,â he whispered again, right before leaning down to kiss you, and you hated how it was truly that easy for him to win your submission.
Sliding a hand over your breasts, he found your neck in his grip, gently but firmly.
Though, the pressure only increased from here, and it was enough to make you squeak.
âYouâre seriously getting all noisy, and just from that?â He judged you with a snicker, âIf you want me to fuck you, yâknow youâre gonna have to stay quiet, pretty⊠think you can do that for me?⊠hm?â
You could only manage to whimper in response, and he finally freed your neck from his rough hand, at first you think itâsbecause heâs easing up on you, but then you realize that he was just getting started.
Sitting up, he tugs your pants down to your thighs, only to have you immediately pull them back up again.
âDo you really wanna force me to get rough with you tonight, baby?â Sunghoon slithered, cupping your entire cunt in his hand before grinding his palm against your clothed sex, and he almost laughed out loud at the way you squirmed now.
âI canât believe youâre being this s-stupid right now,â you stammered, but you couldnât stop your hips from subconsciously bucking against the delicious friction he provided.
âLook at you⊠rejecting my advances only to grind against my hand like a bitch in heat,â he retorted, spitting in his free palm before slapping you across the cheek, the added moisture only adding to the echo of the impact.
You wanted to curse him out, kick him, punch him, or even just yell at him for doing that to youâŠÂ but someway, somehow, you felt your body freeze at his gaze, and tears erupted from your eyelash beds in the same way they did the first night he kissed youâŠÂ the first night he claimed you as hisâŠ
âNow, you know I didnât wanna have to do that, sweetie,â Sunghoon pouted with a hoarseness to his tone, and you immediately felt his erection brush up against your thigh.
âAs my little sister, youâre supposed to obey me, no matter what I ask of you,â he continued tenderly now, wiping the tears from your face with the back of his hand.
Your cheek still stung from where he slapped you, and it only made matters worse when you heard shuffling from your parent's room.
âB-but⊠I am ob-beying you,â you sniffled, voice cracking slightly as he kissed your face right where he struck you.
âGood,â he smiles, ceasing his hand in groping your cunt, âSo that means youâll let me make you feel good and youâllkeep quiet then, right?â
âY-yes, Sunghoon,â you nodded, feeling him kiss your lips one last time before freeing you of his daunting shadow, only to stand up from the couch and tug you in whatever position he pleased.
And he handled your body as if you were weightless, but you knew that had more to do with his strength training than anything.
Situating you on your knees on the floor of the couch, he knelt behind you, caressing your waist while pressing his front against your ass.
Keeping all your clothes on, the only thing he did was slide both of your bottoms down, and you donât think you ever felt more eager than you did once the cool room air hit your aching cunt.
And thatâs when your stepbrother started sliding his burning red cock between your folds, trying his hardest not to spank you as that would only make more noise.
âYou ready, baby?â He asked, making a makeshift ponytail of your hair, but before you could even answer, he was already sliding inside you all the way now.
And because you and he had sex so many times in the past, itâs like your walls were carved just for him.
No matter the circumstance, Sunghoon could always count on you being ready to take him in every which way he desiredâŠ
So, when you put up a little fight today, he made sure to remember it as he started rutting into you, keeping one hand firmly at your hips while the other one secured your head.
âOhhâŠ. mmm⊠ahhh,â you hummed, keeping your eyes shut completely as the faint sound of skin against skin filled the room.
His cock felt so good inside you, just like it always didâŠÂ given the position, your cunt was angled a little different than what you were used to, but it helped him to fuck even deeper into you anyway.
âFeels good, baby?⊠Yea?⊠You just love taking your step-brotherâs fat cock in your tight cunt, donât youâŠÂ you dirty little- nghh,â Sunghoon groaned breathlessly from behind you, pulling your hair back further now as he roughly pounded into you again and again.
âYour ass is so perfect, too,â he slurred, and all the dirty talk was making your pussy throb even more, with his greedy cock loving the sensation as well.
âFuck, Hoonie,â you whimpered quietly, arching your back a bit so he could fuck you even deeper, when suddenly, you felt his grip release from your hair, causing your face to meet the couch cushions.
You could conveniently bury your face into the, whenever you felt like making a noise, letting all your naughty little sounds dissipate into the cotton.
He was bucking his hips behind you so fast and hard though now that even the wooden floorboards were starting to creakâŠ
âNghhâŠ. Oh my gâŠÂ ahhâŠÂ fuck, baby,â you whined into the couch, but being so lost in the pleasure, it didnât seem like Sunghoon cared to keep quiet anymore either.
He was grunting all loud like a madman now, and if it wasnât for the air conditioner drowning out the squelching noises of skin-to-skin, youâre certain your parents wouldâve caught you like thisâŠ
Your hearts pounded in unison as Sunghoon's hands continued to roam over your soft, supple body, tracing the curves of her hips before grabbing hold of the swells of your breasts.Â
You couldn't help but let out a stifled moan as squeezed you in his grip, filling you with an intensity that was almost too much to bear.
Biting down on your wrist, you tried your hardest to keep yourself from crying out, but it wasnât long before you felt your walls tightening around him, Bo your collective breaths growing more ragged as you approached the brink.Â
âS-Sunghoon, Iâm getting close,â you gasped, feeling something in your stomach tighten the faster your stepbrotherfucked his throbbing cock into you.
âS-so am I,â he stammered as the initially deep tone of his voice started to sound more desperate and vulnerable.
Sunghoon's eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated on the pleasure your soaking wet hole provided him with, digging his nails into your hips to contain all the energy within himself until it finally happened; with a silent scream of pleasure, you shuddered around his cock, making him lean forward to cover your mouth and conceal your moans, causing you to whine into his hand.
Swearing beneath your breath, he felt it was safe to remove his hand from your mouth now as your body arched off of the couch, and Sunghoonâs orgasm followed closely behind.
Not wanting to finish inside you, he pulled out as quickly as he could, jerking his slimy cock with the same hand he just covered your mouth with before cumming all over your back, using it as a landscape for his ivory release.
Sunghoon then pulled your shirt back over to cover you, and if you werenât so tired and fucked out, the feeling of his sticky cum smearing under the cotton of your clothes wouldâve made you cringe.
The two of you just lay there for a moment, panting and trembling with slick sheens of sweat decorating every corner of your collective bodies.
With a satisfied sigh, you looked down the hallway, noticing that your parent's door was already closed and that perhaps,the two of you missed it earlier given all the excitement.
You were already starting to feel the aches in your body creep up on you given how rough Sunghoon was being, but that all melted away once his lips connected with yours, humming into a gentle kiss.
âLet me help you to bed, sissy,â he whispered, helping you get up from the ground now.
He offered to carry you, but you insisted that you could walk on your own.
A few steps later, you were eventually in your bedroom with Sunghoonâs delicate hands getting to work on removing your shirt and wiping down your back.
Sliding a nightgown over your head, he gave you one last kiss goodnight before sweeping off to his own room nowâŠÂ but something in you told you this wasnât the last youâd see of him tonightâŠ
It was on nights like this that you missed Sunghoon most; despite how you two had already shared such intense intimacy with each other, you still craved his presence, and of course, he felt the same.
As you forced your eyes shut to hopefully get some sleep in, you comforted yourself with the fact that you never heard the soft click of the door latch from Sunghoonâs bedroom, letting you know that itâd only be a few minutes before his footsteps would echo through the hallway as heâd slip into bed beside you.
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12:45am â gojo satoru ;
âcute earrings, whereâd you get them?â shoko asks.
âhm?â still clinging to sleep, you absentmindedly reach up to caress the metal dangling from your ear. the sharp indents of its gem pricks you back into a memory. âoh, these. i got them from a friend last week.â
âfriend? or do you mean boyfriend?â
shokoâs words are throwaway, her wandering eyes and yawn a clear indication yet your face warms despite yourself. shaking your head furiously, you exclaim, âa friend! just a friend."
shoko hums, shifting her cigarette to the other end of her mouth. her gaze flickers somewhere behind you and you almost look too, when her words pull you back. âcome to think of it, i donât think youâve ever told me what your type was.â
âmy type?â your mind blanks. âiâve probably never told you because iâve never thought about it myself. i mean, being a jujutsu sorcerer and all, romance is kind of off the table.â
shoko keeps looking at you, pressing you without words. you grimace and sigh.
"i mean, i guess, maybe someone good looking? someone whoâs not boring? and now that we're talking about it, someone who is fit and athletic too. they'd have to be smart, but not book-smart, like, street-smart." the more you think of it, the more words seem to spill from your mouth. "and someone who has a good sense of humour, someone who will make me laugh.â
âsomeone good looking, interesting, sporty, smart and funny? thatâs too greedy.â
you giggle. âyouâre right, thereâs no way thereâs anyone that perfect. i guess iâll have to be single forever.â
âyou'll always have me.â shoko says, grinning.
you push her shoulder but donât deny it.
yaga walks into the classroom, cutting your conversation short. you spin around in your seat to face the front, eyes accidentally meeting gojoâs. he turns around too, and you reason that he was probably looking out the window behind you. you see getou snicker and whisper something in his ear, but gojo seemed to be having none of it, blatantly ignoring him.
seeing his face makes you think. didnât gojo kind of match your type? someone attractive, interesting, athletic and maybe not academic smart, but he definitely carried an air of confidence when it came to fighting. and it wasn't a secret that he lightened the air wherever he went, intentionally or not.
with a start, you look back at shoko. âand someone calm. someone with manners.â
âwell-mannered and calm. what insane preferences.â shoko chuckles. âare there any more?"
yaga slams his hand on the table a few times, reluctantly drawing your attention back to the front.
your previous conversation dies and twiddles away into the background, overtaken by droning lectures and predictable missions. by the end of the day, you can't even remember what you had told shoko early that morning.
when you enter the classroom the next day, youâre surprised to find gojo already there, seated at his table. his sunglasses hangs lower on his nose than usual and most curiously of all, a book is held in his hands. youâre not sure if heâs actually reading or not considering that pages were being turned far too quickly for someone reading âordinary objectsâ by amie thomasson.
his eyes flicker to yours as you head in. âgood morning.â
âmorning. whatâs with you?â
gojo clears his throat. âwhat ever do you mean?â
your frown transitions to a grimace. âwhy are you talking like that? did you break something of mine? was it my potted plant, gojo i told you to take good care of it!â
âi am taking care of it! itâs not dead yet!â he exclaims before pausing uncharacteristically. he sits back in his chair and turns back to his book. âi mean, itâs fine.â
âyou sure?â
âi am.â
you narrow your eyes before looking away, dropping into your seat. âit better be. shoko got me that one.â
âspeaking of shoko, is she not coming today?â
âi think she stayed overnight at the morgue.â
âis that so? perhaps i should write notes for her. i wouldnât want her to miss out on class.â
you turn to him horrified. âso you did kill my plant!â
âi said itâs not dead!â gojo bursts. another pause. he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. âi simply worry for her.â
you stare at him and watch as he fidgets under your gaze. âare you feeling sick? did you eat something wrong?â
âiâm not sick. what part of me looks sick?"
âwell youâre usually not thisâŠâ you watch him as you wrack your brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. âcâŠâ
gojo leans forward. âyes?â
âcrazy.â
he falls back in his chair, groaning, book forgotten and placed harshly down on the table.
you tilt your head. âwhere's getou, you guys didnât come to class together? donât tell me you fought.â
gojo peers up and frowns. âno, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?â
âit would be extremely out of character, yeah.â you rest your chin on your hand as you watch gojo mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.
he was clearly unhappy, it didnât take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though.
you had time to kill, might as well take up the challenge. maybe he hadnât had his morning dose of sugar yet, or maybe his favourite anime had delayed itâs upcoming episode. maybe he didn't save properly on the new game he was playing, or maybe he simply didn't sleep well last night. or maybe he had lied to you and he had fought with getou, leading to this strange attitude.
the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to getou's usual behaviour.
âare you trying to be like getou?â you try.
gojo whirs around to face you. âwhat?â
âwell, youâre trying to be composed.â he keeps staring at you and you clear your throat. âlike more well-mannered. more calm.â
gojo remains silent but you watch as his jaw drops. you think that he might say something but then his mouth closes, only to open again.
gojo speechless, what a sight. but as good of a sight as it was, you were beginning to feel concerned.
âare you sure youâre alright? what did you eat yesterday?â
he doesnât register your question. âyou think getou is well-mannered?â
âyeah?â
âand calm?â
you nod. âmore than you, at least.â
âdo you think heâs interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?â he pauses. âgood-looking?â
the questions throw you off guard and you sit up. âwhat? where is this coming from?â
âoh my god, you do.â
âno? i mean, i think getouâs great and everythingââ
âyou think getouâs great?â
âdonât you?â
âyou think getouâs hot.â he concludes. âand you think getouâs great.â
"what are you even saying?"
"i don't know. why don't you tell me?"
baffled, you flail for words. âare you jealous of him? that's strange, i didnât think either of you would ever feel jealous of each other.â
gojo grits his teeth and looks away. with a pout, he says, âme neither.â
the door to the classroom is thrown open and getou steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between you and gojo as you both watch him enter.
âwhat did you guys do?â he asks with a sigh.
ânothing!â
ânothing.â gojo says and glares at him.
getou blinks.
âokay.â he says slowly, sliding out his chair and sitting. âwhat did i do then? why are you both looking at me like that?â
âgojoâs being weird.â you snitch. âare you guys fighting?â
âhow should i know? i thought we were doing okay. gojo, if i did something, use your words and tell me.â
"i'll use my words to tell you to suck my dick instead."
"so i did do something. you're so predictable, gojo."
you snicker as gojo huffs and glances away, looking away out the window behind your head. his train of sight cuts right past you but you canât help but feel slightly flustered as he looks on, almost like he was looking at you, so determined to ignore getouâs pestering.
subconsciously, you drown getou out too, your traitorous mind observing the blue in gojoâs eyes. you had always thought it was just one colour, but looking at it now, it seemed more like a kaleidoscope of blues, the many shades sparkling and dimming as he watched birds flutter outside the window, and you watched their shadows through his eyes.
something shifts, in the air or in the skies you don't know, and gojo meets your eye. startled, you hold the gaze and he holds it too, just long enough for your lungs to run out of air.
you look away hastily and inhale.
gojo glances to the front, oddly fidgety.
getou looks between the two of you. âwhat the fuck was that?â
ânothing.â gojo says.
getou clearly doesn't buy it but though he tries to get an answer out of you, you don't give him one either. cupping your cheeks, your thoughts mirror his question. what was that? it was embarrassing, that's what it was and your realisation is only heightened as a silence fills all four corners of the classroom.
gojo clears his throat. âfor me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.â
at his words, you look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns as you don't give him any other reaction.
yaga saves you from addressing his statement, walking into the room as the bell for class rang. "oh? you're all early, even you gojo. where's shoko?"
âsheâs staying at the morgue because of the recent mission.â
âi see.â yaga nods. âthen letâs start.â
your mind fails to work as you turn over gojoâs words, thinking them through. what did they mean? what was he talking about? did this weird confession have something to do with why he was acting so strange?
slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with gojo and the talk you had with shoko yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.
did that mean�
someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked getou?
you watch gojoâs side profile, hoping heâd turn around. if what you thought was right, heâd turn.
seconds tick past. yagaâs voice drawls on and yet gojo doesn't even spare you a glance.
no, maybe you were wrong after all.
just as you were about to face yaga again, gojoâs head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and youâre sure youâre in a similar shocked state.
oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.
gojo has a crush on getou.
filler imagine based off of that One scene from the manga: "megane tokidoki yankee kun"
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so much
pairing: bf!Miguel OâHara x f!reader
summary: You give Miguel a handjob for the first time.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, handjob, lots of cum (lmk if i forgot anything)
wc: 2.1k
a/n: i blacked out again.Â
Miguel stopped kissing you maybe fifteen minutes ago. He said he was getting too worked up and that you guys should stop, of course, you respected his wishes. Youâre both now sitting in bed, heâs reading and youâre supposed to be doing some extra research but all you can focus on is the bulge in his pants.Â
This happens a lot, you guys get heated and Miguel stops everything. Itâs been six months and youâve never seen him cum. Youâve told him you love him, heâs made you cum with his fingers and his mouth but youâve never seen him cum. It doesnât bother you too much, you just assumed he wasnât a very sexual person, although you are and you love pleasuring your partner, you love him more. So you decided you could deal with it, but then you noticed that he would get hard, quite hard, and just not let you help him. Youâve offered many times and he always protests, saying âItâs fine, itâll just go away.âÂ
Once he even went into your bathroom for it. He chose to get himself off instead of just letting you do it. You tried to ask Jess about it but she says that Miguel doesn't talk about that stuff, all she knows is that heâs definitely not a virgin. So your last option to understand is to just ask him. So you do.Â
âMiggy?â His head comes up from his book to look over at you, peeking over his glasses like a librarian, making you chuckle. âUm⊠You- Youâreââ You start the sentence but soon realize how awkward this conversation could be. You try and figure out ways to piece it together as Miguel sits up straight, closes his book, and takes his glasses off, giving you his full attention. Now that heâs straightened himself out heâs looming over you a bit, making you even more nervous.Â
âYouâre still⊠hard..?â It comes out as a question more than a statement and mumbles more than words but he understands you. He clears his throat awkwardly as you slowly close your laptop and cast it aside. âY-yes, I am.â Heâs looking around the room now, his eyes avoiding yours.Â
âOkay. So do you not like handjobs or something? I just- I know that youâve gotten something before I just donât- I donât know why you wonât let me.â Youâre looking at him as you speak, heâs looking at the duvet, and from the corner of your eye, you swear you see his dick jump in his pants.Â
âCariño⊠I-â He takes a deep, slightly frustrated breath and looks up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to explain himself. âI want to⊠Tan jodidamente mala but⊠youâre different.â
(â... So fucking bad butâŠâ)
Insecurity spreads through your body at his words. Your mind is already racing, trying to decipher what he could mean.  Â
What the fuck? How am I different? Oh god, is he not even attracted to me sexually? Maybe Iâm not his type. Is there something Iâm missing? Maybe itâs something that heâs into, maybe I just need to get into whatever that is? Unless it really is just me thatâs the problemâŠ
âI love you so muchâŠâ The words instantly relax you. You believe him when he says it, but his tone implies that itâs a bad thing. âIâve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else. So-â He sighs again and runs his fingers through his hair. âSo Iâm- Iâm more sensitive⊠when- when it comes to you.â
Arousal pools at the bottom of your stomach as you process his words. âMore sensitiveâ
The thought that he hasnât wanted you to touch him because it would feel too good has you leaking between your legs.Â
Heâs silent as you process, heâs waiting for you to laugh. But when he looks over at you youâre looking up at him with those eyes. The ones that always have him hardening in his pants before you have to say anything. The ones that he pictures on late nights when he canât sleep. The ones that burn into his eyelids as your name falls from his lips and he cums all over his sheets⊠Those eyes.Â
He huffs out a breath and shakes his head, denying you before you can even propose your suggestions. âNo, cariño. I- Itâs embarrassing.â He protests but his voice is getting breathy, arousal leaking its way in as he watches you seat yourself by his knees, facing him. Your hand is placed on his upper thigh which has begun to twitch under your touch. âWe canât, I canât. HabrĂa mucho tambiĂ©n.â
âMucho?â You question, only understanding some of what he said. âA lot, what?â Youâre focused on his face, watching it contort as he whines at the Spanish that rolls off your tongue. Your hand has begun to massage his thigh, you can feel the fabric pull tighter with every pulse of his cock. Your hand slides up, closing in on where he wants you the most. His head falls back against the headrest as pleasure shoots through him.Â
You can tell heâs being honest with his reasoning as you watch him. Heâs letting out tiny moans, little whines like youâve been teasing him all day but youâre just massaging his thigh. You keep it up, just groping his twitching leg as he tries to hold his moans in so he can answer you. âC-cum, habrĂa tanto semen.â His hips start thrusting off the bed, barely noticeable.
(âC-cum. there would be so much cum.â)
âYeah? Youâd cum so much for me, Miggy?â You move from your spot, throwing your leg over him, straddling his thighs as you begin to palm his dick. His eyes roll back into his head as moans rip from his throat. He quickly grabs your wrist, roughly, stopping all your movements. His head raises to look at you.Â
âIâm- Iâm a bit⊠nervous, cariño. It would be a lot for me. I- No one has ever seen me like that. Iâm only like this for you, I- canât help it." His eyebrows furrow, and he huffs at a breath, like he's angry at himself. "I donât want you to think itâs⊠extraño, anormal, or that Iâm- I donât know.â You can see the genuine concern on his face, and the fear in his voice as he anxiously rambles.Â
("... strange, abnormal,")
âMiguelâŠâ He whines at how you say his name, you smile brightly and fondly at the sound. âI love you. In a way I didnât even know was possible. Iâm never going to think youâre- like, weird or something. At least not in a bad way. I-â You sigh gently and look into his eyes, you wrench your hand out of his grip and place it on his face, pulling him in for a soft kiss that he whimpers into. You pull away and give him the most serious look you can manage. âWe donât have to if youâre too nervous but if youâre worried about what Iâll think? Please donât.â
He holds your gaze, considering your words for a moment. âBut thereâs mucho, cariño. No importa lo que yo haga. When- whenever I think of you, thereâs⊠so much.â He tries to express his concern but you really donât understand.
("No matter what I do.")
âMiguel.. That just- That just turns me on even more I- I donât see why thatâs a bad thing.â You speak honestly, watching his face shift into a mix of pleasure and confusion as his head falls back again. His hips press into the air, his legs spread, opening himself up for you as a pathetic âPor favorâ falls from his lips.Â
You spring into action immediately. You pull his pants low enough for his cock to fly out, instantly standing straight, hitting and staining his shirt. A hiss falls from his lips as you wrap your hand around him, and his head comes up to watch you. His eyes are watery as they stare at your little hand around his huge cock. Youâre watching him, you donât move yet, you can see him taking in every detail, committing the scene to memory before meeting your eyes.Â
âReady?â You ask him with a devious smile on your face. He nods vigorously, âSĂ, estoy... estoy tan lista, cariño. Por favor.â
(âYes, I'm... I'm so ready, honey. Please.â)
You run your hand up his cock, swirling around the head before meeting the base again. His reaction is instant and extreme. His hands leave your hips for the bed as his claws rip into the sheet. His body is already shaking as tense, short, and quick moans fall from his lips. All his muscles are pulled tight as you slowly run your hand over him. His eyes are wide, staring at your hands as they pleasure him.Â
Youâre mesmerized by his cock, red, hot, and pulsing in your hand as you stroke him. Pre-cum is spilling from his slit at a consistent pace, making him all wet and sloppy. You hear his head hit the headboard again as his moans grow more unrestrained, shouting out into the open air. âI- I-âm not- Canâtâ He lets out a frustrated whine that morphs into a genuine moan before he tries to speak again. âNo voy a durar. Joder, tus manos son el paraĂso, cariño. No voy a durar mucho, no puedo-â
(âIâm not gonna last. Fuck, your hands are heaven, honey. I won't last long, I can't-â)
You canât understand the words but based on how frantically he says them, the way his hips have started thrusting up into your hand gently and the way his legs are spreading themselves wider underneath you are good clues. âYouâre gonna cum, Miggy?â You finally look away from his saturated cock to observe him. His face is flushed, as he nods at you desperately. He tries to moan your name at you but he canât form the syllables. You love it. Seeing him like this, wet and aching for you. This is definitely going to become a daily thing.Â
âYeah? You promised me a lot, hermoso. I want it all. Give it to me, baby.â He fully shouts your name at the Spanish pet name. He grunts pathetically as he lifts his hand from the bed, willing his claws to retract so he can touch you. His hand squeezes your hip desperately, shaking as his moans quickly rise in pitch and volume. Your eyes are focused back on his erratically twitching cock, you donât see his head lift to look at you.
Heâs cumming the moment he can see your face.Â
You stroke him as fast as you can, listening to his breathy sob as his cock shoots out heavy ropes of cum. Heâs watching your face, trying to gauge your reaction through his cloudy eyes. Youâre watching his cock in awe, his cum runs over your hand, coating your fist as you jerk him through it. Heâs nothing but a bundle of gasps, moans, and sobs as his cock spurts out a whole new load. He watches your face as it morphs from disbelief to burning arousal, your breathing speeds up the longer he cums. He can hear whines start to slip out of you as his hips jerk into your hand. You tear your eyes away from the cum pooling around and coating his cock just in time to see his eyes shift from you to the back of his head. He lets out one last drawn-out wail before his hips rest back on the bed. His cock begins to soften, spurting out tiny ropes as you stroke him softly, helping him down. You try to get the raging fire in your stomach and the flood between your legs under control before getting up for a towel. He was right. There was so much.
You wipe him down as he whines and mumbles deliriously until you hear a little sob and he reaches out for you. You throw the towel to a corner of the room as he pulls you into his chest. He whispers what sounds like thanks and praise into your hair as you kiss his chest.Â
âGracias, cariño. Eso- eso se sintiĂł tan bien, te sentiste tan bien. Te amo.â You giggle at him gently. âYouâre welcome and I love you too, baby. You know I canât understand most of what you said, right?â You feel his chest rumble with a chuckle before he speaks again. âI- I know, it's just⊠El inglĂ©s se me hace difĂcil. Yo olvido. I- Iâmâ He laughs at himself. âYou get my head all mixed up, cariño.âÂ
(âThank you love. That- that felt so good, you felt so good. I love you.â)
(âEnglish is difficult for me. I forgetâ)
He presses a kiss to your forehead. âOh really?â You say in a playful tone as he chuckles at you. You turn and pull him in, his lips just inches from yours. âMe encanta eso.â You had to pull all your Spanish I classes together to figure that sentence out but the reward is worth it. Miguelâs eyes widen and he gasps before smashing his face into yours, you can feel his wide smile against your lips as he kisses you and youâve never felt happier.Â
(âI love that.â)
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Saleswoman
Who would've thought Yuna made a good saleswoman...Well, I would have. Anyway, here's the fic for the week; originally, I was thinking of doing a Yuna gangbang fic, but then Eros presented a saleswoman concept I liked in a writer discord and thought would be easier than a gangbang.
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Yuna X Mreader
Having seen good reviews about the new mattress store, you look up the location. Your mattress has had a depression in it after years of use, and you needed another. The reviews praise the staff for their help in deciding. You set aside time to head out, ensuring you researched the different types of beds beforehand. You arrive at the store just a few minutes after they open; you take in the grand scale of it. You next notice how empty it was, considering the many reviews you thought the store would be full. You donât even see any workers as you walk through.Â
Shaking your head, you move through the store and look at all the different bed models. They had various kinds of technology, all meant to aid sleep, or so they claimed. You tested a few beds laying on them to see how they felt. You had decided beforehand you wanted something that was a little firmer, so you focused on those. As you tested another out, you shut your eyes, imagining what it would be like to sleep on it for years. This one was too firm, having very little give. You open your eyes to see the face of a young woman staring back at you. âHi! Welcome!â She greets you. You jump, shocked that you hadnât noticed her walk up to you. âOh, sorry for scaring you. My name is Yuna, and Iâll be your special aid today.â She says with a wide grin. You look the woman over as she fixes her hair. Yuna didnât look like someone who worked her. She wore a white sleeveless crop top from a nearby university and matching white shorts. Her red hair stood out against her clothing, attracting attention to her face.Â
âI saw you lay on a few models. Did any of them interest you further?â Yuna asks, her hand behind her back as she listens to your response.
âWell, there was the smart bed and one over there.â You say, pointing out a mattress that wasnât too firm or soft. âThe second one is what Iâm leaning toward. Itâs a lot cheaper.â
âThatâs true, sir, but the smart bed is much better for your sleep and other activities.â She states.Â
You find her comment odd, âOther activities?â It takes you a moment to connect the dots; when you realize what Yuna meant, she nods.
âYes, sir. I did mean that.â She states, âNow, if youâd like to test them out, please follow me.â
âBut I already did.â Youâre confused again, not understanding what she means.
âFor theâŠother activities. You need to follow me.â Yuna says, walking ahead of you. She checks to make sure you are following her, smirking as she sees you are. Yuna stops at a door at the end of the building, picking up a mounted phone. âHello? Yes, weâd like to test out the Genie smart bed and the Dura hard mattress. Okay, thank you.â Yuna hangs up and spins around on her heel. Itâll be just a moment; they have to set everything up. You see the hunger in her eyes as she looks you up and down. She licks her lips and smiles at you. âIâm sure youâll like the Dura brand, but the smart bed is the way to go. Iâm sure your girlfriend would love it.â
âI donât have a girlfriend.â You respond, fixing Yunaâs error. âWhy do you recommend it so much?â
âIt has a lot of nice features; I can show you soon,â Yuna says just as the phone on the wall rings. She picks it up, talks to the other person on the line, and grows her smile as she places the phone back on the hook. âEverything is ready; please come in.â Yuna opens the door; the room is decorated like any regular bedroom, with only one thing standing out: both beds you had been thinking about were set up in the middle. Yuna grabs your hands, taking you to the cheaper bed, placing her hands on your chest, and pushing you onto it. She lifts her shirt, her perky breasts bouncing slightly. âFirst one of the day,â Yuna whispers to herself as she places a hand on your crotch. Youâre taken aback at her advances but willing to go along with it. You wouldn't, couldnât deny her. She feels your bulge grow larger, her eyes widening for a moment as her lustful smile appears.
She unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down. Yuna giggles as she sees your bulge being held back by your underwear. She bends over, planting a kiss on your cock through your underwear, âYouâre so big,â She says with a giggle. Yuna pulls at the hem of your underwear, feigning shock as your cock pops out. You see her shining teeth as she smiles and grasps your cock. She strokes it gently, watching it fully harden in her hand. Yuna kisses the tip of your cock before tracing her lips with your cock.
You grunt her name; her warm lips surround the head, wrapping around it as her tongue moves across it at an agonizing pace. Youâre squirming, wanting her to do more. âRelax, baby. Iâll give you what you want in a minute.â She says, her hand pumping your cock as she moves closer to your ear. âOnce your cock is in my pussy, youâll see who I really am.â Yunaâs low, sultry voice sends shivers down your spine. She runs a finger down your chest until she returns to your cock, her lips pressing against it before separating and taking you in. Her tongue runs along the underside of your cock, slowly moving from side to side as she strokes the base of your cock.Â
âHow are you so good?â You moan out, throwing your head back as she takes more of you into her mouth. Yuna ignores your question for the moment, too focused on your cock to answer. Your hips buck, sending your cock into the back of her throat, surprising Yuna.Â
She pulls back, her saliva dripping onto your cock. âAh, if you wanted more, you could have just said so.â She pushes herself back onto your cock, making it disappear. You feel Yunaâs throat tighten around the head. You fall back onto the bed, lying down as you explode in Yunaâs mouth, sending waves of cum down her throat. Yunaâs cheeks fill with your semen, puffing up as she pulls away. You sit up slowly, watching her as she lowers her jaw to reveal a mouthful of cum. Yuna swallows it, moaning slightly as she revels in the salty taste.Â
Yuna takes a step back, undoing the button on her shorts and pulling them down, shivering as the cold air hits her cleanly shaven pussy. âMove back a little.â You follow her orders, centering yourself on the bed. Yuna crawls over you, her modest breasts swaying. She reaches down, grabs your cock, and runs it between her wet folds. Yunaâs soft moans arouse you further, making you want her more. She Presses the head against her entrance, slowly dropping on it. She takes a deep breath, groaning as she feels your cock stretching her. Yuna places one hand on her lower abdomen, feeling your cock make its way through her until it knocks against her womb. âYouâre tearing me apart,â She whimpers. âI need a moment.â Yuna focuses on the sensation caused by your cock.Â
You sit under her, desperate for more, her tight cunt feeling too good to just sit there. You grab her hips and begin thrusting, surprising Yuna. âIâm sorry, but I need you.â You moan, thrusting into her quickly. Yuna places her hands on your chest, trying not to collapse on top of you as you split her apart. You catch her expression, her furrowed brows and shut eyes showing slight discomfort as you knock against her womb. Yunaâs expression soon softens as the pleasure overcomes her.Â
Yunaâs moans echo in the room; her head tilts back. She looks to the ceiling as she feels her climax approaching. âIâm gonna cum.â She mumbles. You were still a little ways away from your climax. You speed up your thrusts, trying to cum with her. Yuna felt your cock piston in and out of her; she felt like a toy being used and was loving it. A delighted smile appears on her face as she cums on your cock, her walls tightening around you as you continue to ruin her. The young womanâs strength gives out, sending her onto your chest as you near your climax. She mumbles something; itâs inaudible initially, but Yuna repeats herself. âCum- cum in me,â she says. You moan Yunaâs name, repeating it as you impale her and shoot your cum into her pussy.
You feel Yunaâs walls milking you for your cum as you both start to relax. She stretches out her hand, pointing to the other bed. She gulps softly, saying, âWe have to try out the other one.â You nod your head, already tired. Running your hands along her back, Yuna shudders as she feels your hands come to a stop on her ass. You sit up, struggling slightly as you move over to the other bed with Yuna still having your cock inside her. She grabs a remote and holds down one of the buttons, causing the back to raise and letting you be in more of a seated position. You found it convenient. Yuna gives you a dreamy smile as she tosses the remote and begins moving.Â
Youâre seated position puts you much closer to Yunaâs breasts. You notice now her small brown nipples; they move softly as Yuna bounces on your cock. You lean in, dragging your tongue over one slowly, flicking it with your tongue at the end. She gasps, and her body shivers at your tongue's warmth.Â
âW- What do you think?â Yuna mumbles as she rides you like her life depended on it, her walls squeezing you as you hit her womb. You can tell Yuna is trying to speak more, but the pleasure sheâs receiving is making it difficult. Moans flow out from her as her walls tighten around you again. Yuna could give you no warning as she came. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she reached her second orgasm; her voice was becoming hoarse from her moans.
You get Yuna off you, laying her beside you. The moment you do, she turns to you, âYou didnât cum.â She says softly. âI want to feel your cum.â Yunaâs hand slithers down her body, spreading her lips for you. You stare at her glistening pussy, it makes you hard, and you find yourself unable to resist Yunaâs invitation. She grabs the remote, lowering the bed back to its original position. âThere, easier for you.â She says, licking her lips as she imagines you inside her again. âGo on, fuck me.âYou align yourself with her cunt and push in quickly, feeling like youâre being sucked in. Yunaâs moans bounce off the walls, fueling you to start thrusting. You lift her hips off the bed, giving yourself a better position and allowing you to go deeper into Yunaâs cunt. Each thrust creates a bulge that Yuna presses down on, making her walls tighten around you. Her moans grew louder; she was getting more pleasure out of it, too. Neither of you last long, your quick thrust making you both cum again. You collapse on top of Yuna, feeling parts of the soft mattress.Â
You watch her grab the remote, feeling the bed become firmer. âSo what do you think? How was the smart bed? Better, right?â Yuna mutters, slowly regaining her composure as time goes by.
âI think youâre right. It is better.â
âI told you.â She replies, a smile on her face.
You and Yuna hammer out the details as you lay beside each other, your cum oozing out of her cunt, and you end up buying the smart bed. You donât know if Yuna being naked at the end helped her convince you, but you were buying the bed. Yuna felt satisfied with herself. After you had left, she went to the staff room, skipping all the way there while still naked, happy to have made a good piece of commission on the sale. She showed off, annoying the others as they stood there watching cum run down her legs. You write a review for the store, writing about the helpful staff much like the others before you.
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You asked for some smut suggestions for Logan, and I got one:
So likeâŠI meanâŠLogan might be on the short side, but heâs still big! I mean, like,,,those hands đ«Ł It would be nice to see a fic to do with Logan and a little manhandling. but not like in a BDSM way, more like a âI am very strong, and hereâs a little reminderâ type way. Might seem kinda silly but Iâd enjoy a fic like that lol.
NSFW!Wolverine/AFAB!Reader Ask and you shall receive!! I've spent like the last four days working on this and atp I can't looks at it anymore lol. I'm not super happy with how the beginning is written, but I still think it's alright enough to post lol. It's a lot more tell than show compared to most of my other fics, and I was halfway tempted to reformat it into headcannons, but I didn't feel like it. Anyway, hope you like the way I included the manhandling lol! Hope it turned out okay :) Also, might or might not be tall logan. I'll leave it up to yall to assume, I'm just short af so there's not a single person in marvel who wouldn't have to look down at me lmao.
Edit:FUCK I FORGOT THE READ MORE! TWs: MDNI!!!!!! Seriously, you will be blocked. Masterbation, lil bit of a scent kink. Sexual frustration. Manhandling. Jealous Logan. Creampie. Logan calls you "sunshine" and pretty and shit. I'll add more if I can think of any.
    You had a problem. Youâve had a problem. And it really didnât seem like it was getting any better. It didnât help the fact that it was incredibly embarrassing, either.
    You couldnât get off. Itâs not like you ever struggled with it before, but lately, it felt like you were fighting a losing battle. At first, you didnât realize why. Maybe it was because you moved into the X-Mansion. Nerves because youâre living somewhere new, right? So you change it up a little. You got comfortable, had a glass of wine or two, and picked up a raunchy book. Yet every time you slipped your hand between your thighs⊠Running circles around your own clit, trying your best to finger yourself to your finish, you just could never quite hit that peak. It was safe to say you were beyond frustrated.
    Lucky for you, most people didnât notice. You try your best not to be too uptight or mean, but there are just some things that you canât quite hide from certain people.
    Loganâs noticed that something is up with you. You can tell he has, seeing the looks on his face, nose scrunched up in a way heâs catching into something that he just can't quite place. Youâre assuming itâs your own pheromones, but hey, as long as he doesnât realize what it is youâll be fine, right?
     Maybe not.
    Eventually, you finally realized why you were having so much trouble getting off. All it took was one training session with Wolverine, and you knew immediately. You werenât sparring or anything like that, hell, you knew before you even hit the danger room floor. Logan was in a bit of a mood today, although not as grumpy as he can be- and heâs trying to be patient with you. You can tell. But youâre having trouble focusing today- and you have been for a while. He can tell youâre not at 100% just by the way you hold yourself, and spends about 5 minutes watching as you struggle to reset the Danger room panel before heâs finally fed up with it.
    âJesus fuck. Here, let me do it.â Logan grabs you by the waist, pulling you to his chest with one arm as the other reaches around you to reset the panel. Itâs not like you didnât find him attractive before, but the close contact? The smell of his aftershave and the sound of his voice growling in your ear?Â
    oh.
    Oh.Â
    You were having trouble getting off because you had a thing for Logan.
    Youâre practically stunned when he pulls away, standing there with a flushed face and something rather embarrassing pooling in your underwear for the first time in a while. You had to quickly excuse yourself before you ran the risk of him catching onto anything coming from you. Heâs a little confused for a second, but you can hear the sound of his low chuckle as you scramble away.
    First thing you do? Go to the store.
    It's not a random errand. At least, not entirely. You had meant to go out with Storm to grocery shop later this afternoon, but you told her you could really use some time out of the house by yourself, which she completely understood. You had the list and everything, it was only a coincidence that you passed by the cologne section on your way to pick up some toothpaste. The sight made you stop for a minute, the gears grinding in your skull. You spent just a few minutes curiously sampling the bottles until you found one that smelled a bit familiar⊠Should you? No, that's a bit strange. But really, what was the harm, right? I mean, who would know?Â
    So you bought it. You felt a bit embarrassed afterward, knowing what you bought it for, and ended up letting it sit in the drawer of your side table for a good while. Until another desperate attempt at fucking your own brains out, that is.Â
    You were sweaty and uncomfortable in your bed, sleep shirt sticking to your skin as you struggled to pump your fingers in and out of your tight cunt. Itâs been a while, and it shows. You couldnât even get your favorite dildo to fit inside of you, only adding to your frustration. Touching your clit hardly helped much, leaving you as unsatisfied as ever. Eventually, you give up, lying there as you sigh to yourself. You turn over in your bed in a huff, halfway temped scream your lungs out into the pillow you bury your face in. Instead, you let out something that sounds more like a whisper than a yell, letting the air in your lungs deflate as you let your feelings out. You roll over onto your side when youâre done, halfway tempted to be done with it entirely and go back to bed when you catch sight of the nightstand drawer, slightly ajar. The amber bottle of liquid stares right at you.Â
    You open the drawer some more, picking up the bottle and looking at it as you wonder if youâre actually going to do this. But youâre ridiculously horny, and tired, and you know youâre gonna have trouble falling asleep in the state youâre in- so you end up spraying the smallest amount on your pillow.
    ItâsâŠnice. The pillow is warm from where you had been laying on it, and despite how strong menâs cologne could be, this one isnât quite so striking. At least, not in the amount that you used. You relax back into your bed, pressing your face into the pillow and laying there for a moment. You start thinking about Logan⊠His calloused hands running across your skin. How his lips and tongue would feel against your own, trailing down your body to your breast. Your hand trails down to your clit as you imagine it as his own. You imagine him behind you, pressing you to the bed as he growls into your ear. You think about what his happy trail would feel like against you. What his cock would look like, feel like, pressing into you. Your legs twitch and shake as you see stars underneath your eyelids, the scent of Logan hitting all the right parts in your head and going straight to your cunt.
    Holy shit.Â
    Your orgasm lasts what feels like forever. Your legs are still shaking as you whimper from oversensitivity and pull your hand away, panting as you try to catch your breath. You havenât cum that hard since⊠ever. Maybe the cologne was worth it, after all.
    You felt really good the morning after. You found yourself humming in the shower, more energized at breakfast and morning drills. No one had said anything, but you knew there were a few who were relieved to see you back to your usual self. If anything, the only person you noticed acting very differently around you was Logan. He was more tense than normal. He scowled a lot, spending less time in your presence. Youâd strike up a conversation that would only last a few minutes before he would make an excuse and leave. It made you a little disappointed. But you knew him and knew he had good and bad days, so you brushed it off at first. But a week, two weeks- almost a month went by, and still no change. You felt scorned almost, silently rejected by the guy you had finally realized you were practically in love with, and to be honest, the only man who could get you off just by thinking about him- and boy, did you get off while thinking about him.Â
    Youâve almost resigned yourself to the fact that Logan wasnât interested when he corners you one morning. Heâs leaning up against the wall of the hallway, waiting for you when you step out of your room. It makes you jump a little, closing your door quickly behind you, knowing damn well you hadnât washed your sheets after fucking yourself to the moon and back last night and fully not wanting the smell to hit his nose. All Logan does is narrow his eyes. Shit.
    âWho is he.â He asks you. The question completely derails your train of thought. And you furrow your brow, confused. What was that about?
    âWho is he? Your guy?â He asks again, but it does little to clear up your confusion. Youâre halfway wondering if heâs being serious at this point, stepping away from your door as you cross your arms.
    âWhat?â You ask. Logan huffs when you respond to him, cocking his head at you in a way that's more sarcastic than curious. The way heâs looking at you is doing some things that you donât think youâd like to admit, eyes narrow and scrutinizing as you struggle to keep eye contact with him.
    âWhat do you mean? What guy?â You repeat back to him, starting to get a little frustrated. He snorts, rolling his eyes as his scowl lingers. He steps closer, looking down at you from less than a foot away with that angry stare.
    âDonât play stupid with me, sunshine. I can smell him on you.â You ignore the way the nickname makes you shiver a little bit, too busy shrinking into yourself when you process the extent of his words. Smell. He could smell someone on you. Something. Oh god, this was embarrassing.Â
    âOh! That- Itâs not what you're thinking!â You say, face flushed red. Youâre flustered beyond belief, doing your best to convince him to leave it be, and itâs not going so well for you.
    âSure itâs not.â Logan huffs. He starts to take steps forward, closing in on your personal space.
    âItâs not. I can promise you that.â Youâre anxiously fiddling with your fingers now, taking a step back for every step he takes. He looked predatory, unlike any time youâve seen him before. You havenât even seen him like this in the danger room, even less so on the battlefield.Â
    âJust tell me who he is.â Logan is adamant about it, his scowl beginning to turn into a frown. Your back hits your door, kickstarting your heart in surprise. You hadnât realized he had backed you up so far.
    âI canât!â You say, in the beginning stages of becoming absolutely exasperated, and already incredibly embarrassed.Â
    âWhy not!?â Logan Snaps, stopping just inches away from you. You cover your heated face, pressing your palms into your eyes until you see shapes, wanting nothing more than to curl up and die right then and there.
    âWould you just leave it!â You shout, but Loganâs having none of it.Â
    âNo, I won't!â Logan grabs your wrists and moves them away from your face, holding them in front of your chest with a grip lighter than you might have thought. You groan in utter frustration and mortification, looking him dead in the eyes as your angry mouth starts speaking before your reasonable brain can fully catch up.
    âJesus Christ Logan! Do you expect me to just whip out the silicone and show you?!â Your eyes widen as soon as you say it, slamming your mouth shut as you finally catch up with yourself. Logan is staring at you in absolute shock, jaw almost slack at the confession.Â
    â...What?â He asks, slowly. You wince, looking off to the side before deciding it's a bit too late to get the cat back into the bag.
    âIts⊠Cologne. What youâre smelling. I use it to uh, help meâŠâ You make a sort of gesture with your head, praying that you wonât actually have to spell it out for him. Heâs still in shock as he looks at you, hands frozen with his fingers wrapped around your wrists. He clears his throat when he comes to, an unreadable expression on his face as he slowly steps forward again, close enough to press his forehead against your own as he presses you against your door.
    âYouâre that pent up, you need cologne to help you get off?â He asks, and you donât know what to say, cat catching your tongue as he leans forward. The side of his face brushes against your cheek as he leans down a little, the action making your skin prickle. One of his hands releases a wrist to slide up and across the back of your neck, tilting your head to the side as he takes a big sniff of your skin. Heâs practically nuzzling you, angling his head so that he can smell the scent on the back of your head where you rest against your pillow at night.Â
    Heâd noticed it before, at night when most of his anger had worn off, sometime after he started to pick up the scent on you. The undertones, the top notes. But now with you this close, he can tell that it wasnât another man he was smelling. No. It was just you. Your scent being drowned out by the smell of something that he could finally tell smelled rather suspiciously like his very own aftershave.
    â...Donât tell me that you wanted it to smell like me.â He asks after a moment. You almost flinch at the sound of his deep rumble, turning your red face away from him. You swallow, feeling like you are absolutely burning up as you nod- right as Logan catches the unmistakable scent of arousal.
    âFuckâ
    Youâre sure the sound was more animal than man as he cups your cheek rather aggressively, pressing his lips against your own in a rather desperate kiss. It takes you a second to return it, eyes wide as you process just what was happening. It didn't take long for you to melt into his desperate kisses though, every nip and brush of his teeth just like you imagined it would be. He presses his knee in between your thighs, finally releasing your other wrist to grab ahold of your hip instead. You accidentally let out a whine when he grinds your hips against him, your heart beating so fast you were sure it was going to explode. He curses again at the sound, both hands sliding around you to lift you against the door.
    You practically squeak in surprise, the noise caught by Loganâs mouth on your own one more time before he trails down to your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. You gasp as he presses against you, his hips beginning to grind against your own. Youâre having a hard time thinking, biting your lip as you do your best to stifle your sounds.
    âLogan-ah, can we⊠head inside, please?â He only grunts in response, shifting your weight as you both begin to fumble for the doorknob. He gets it before you do, hardly stumbling as the door behind you swings open. Heâs kissing you again before the door is even closed, kicking it behind him. As preoccupied as you are, you at least have the common sense to reach over and try to lock the door before he carries you over to the bed.Â
    He plops you down onto the mattress before he crawls over you, eyes half-lidded and just as lustful as your own. He pushes you down as you try to sit up. His breathing a little hard, pupils dilated to a size you had never seen.
    âNow I know why you closed the door so fast,â Logan smirks, having picked up the lingering scent of your sex on the sheets right away. You open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off. His tongue snakes into your mouth, and you find that you canât really remember what you were going to say anyway. He kisses you again and again, distracting you as he reaches above your head. He pulls away when he has the pillow in hand, and you know just by the look on his face that he knows exactly what he is holding.
    âHate to break it to you, but this doesnât exactly compare to the real thing.â He snarks. It makes you laugh, and for the first time in a while, you see a genuine smile spread across his face.Â
    âYeah.â You respond, taking the pillow from his hands and tossing it to a far-off corner. âI know.â You could revel in his smile for as long as heâd let you. Loganâs kisses start off sweeter this time, at least for a moment they did. They begin to become more and more rough as hands start to wander and clothes start to come off. His shirt is first to go, your hands running up and down the hair that spans his torso. Logan is quick to remove your shirt and bra in one go, one very small step away from cutting off your clothes entirely. He gives himself a minute to appreciate your breasts, pinching and teasing you by sliding a hand up the middle of your sternum, the back of his hand brushing the side of a tit as he watches you squirm underneath him, arching your back to push your chest out, practically begging him to finally touch you.
    âPatience is a virtue, Sunshine.â Logan says, causing you to scoff. You glare at him a little and all it does is make him chuckle a bit.Â
    âDonât be mean.â You whine. He laughs a bit harder as he finally lowers himself to your chest. He keeps his eyes locked on your own as he brushes the blunt ends of his teeth across the soft skin, but heâs never been the most patient man. It doesn't take him long to give in to you, sucking on each breast individually, massaging the soft skin of the opposite as he does so.Â
    âCareful.â He growls when your own hands begin to wander, touching him over the fabric of his jeans. He releases your nipple with a pop, bearing his teeth as he presses his face back into your neck. You don't pay much mind to that, rather enjoying the grunts and sounds he makes as you slowly stroke his covered hardness from base to tip. You can't imagine how restrained he must be feeling. You canât help but smirk a little as your hands drift up and down, before oh So slowly unbuckling his belt. Logan is agitated, practically bucking his hips into your hands to get you to just get over with it.Â
    âPatience is a virtue.â You quote, only earning a restraining hold on your hands once again.
    âFuck that.â Logan growls. He holds you by your wrists, pushing them above your head as he uses his free hand to remove his belt and frantically unbuckle his pants. You'd be complaining if it weren't for the view of his straining cock, slapping against his abdomen as he pulls his pants down.Â
    You don't get to stare for too long before he flips you on your stomach like you weigh nothing. He lets your wrists go to pull down your shorts and underwear, a sticky string of your slick thinning as he pulls the items down.
    âFuck. You're this wet from just that?â Logan asks you, taking two fingers and sliding them through your lips from behind, spreading his fingers to let himself see the mess you've made of yourself already.
    â...shut up.â You mumble, more focused on the feeling of those very same fingers sliding back and forth across your cunt, the tips just barely brushing against your clit every time. Logan chuckles, sliding one hand under your lower stomach to lift your hips with ease. Your hips buck as he slides a thick finger inside of you without warning, slowly sinking down to his knuckle with ease.
    âMight not even need foreplay at this rate.â Logan rumbles behind you, eyes set squarely on the sight of your pretty pussy spread wide open for him. You can only moan in response as he pulls it back out again, plunging a second finger into you this time. Your hands clutch the sheets as Logan begins to finger fuck you to his content, curling those thick digits to hit that one spot juuust right. You try not to buck or squirm too bad, halfway wondering if this is all just some wet dream.Â
    âLogan-â You call out for him through your moans. He only hums in reply, preoccupied at the moment.
    âI- god- I need your cock, please.â You're not sure if it was the phrase or the begging, but it makes Logan groan. You feel embarrassingly empty as he pulls his fingers out. You hear the sound of him stroking his hard cock with your slick, groaning and humming to himself before he picks you up. He leans over you, adjusting to you your hands and knees as you finally feel that thick, thick cock grinding against you. You gasp at the way it feels, feeling Logan smirk against your back.
    âHaving second thoughts?â The tone of his voice is teasing, but you know there's more than that behind the words. You vehemently shake your head, grinding back against him a little as you protest. Logan swears under his breath, holding onto your hips to keep them still as he sits up.
    Both of you groan each time the head of his cock catches on your clit, Logan thrusting through your lips again and again as he lubes himself with the wetness you provide for him. You gasp when his head catches on your slot, notching just right.Â
    Logan pushes into you so slowly, and you feel like he's thicker than you ever imagined he would be. You're impatient, desperate. You push back onto him in an attempt to take him in more, but his hands on your hips stop you.
    âBelieve me sweetheart, you don't want that yet.â Logan tells you, straining himself with how tight you feel around him. He soothingly rubs his thumbs against your skin, pressing into you until you have him completely, balls deep inside you.Â
    âPlease, please. Logan, Please, I need you to move.â Your begging starts to sound like nonsense to your own ears, but it makes Logan gasp all the same, his cock twitching from where it's buried inside of you. You practically cry in relief when he finally begins to thrust Inside of you.
    His hip smack against your ass with every thrust, the sound of the slap mixed with the sounds of your love and the headboard hitting the wall a lewd and filthy symphony. Even better than your own moans were Logan's himself. Each and every groan and growl above you gave you a whole new array of things to imagine while fucking yourself- if you ever had to do so again.Â
    You whine and whimper with every strong thrust, Logan slow and forceful with every movement. It felt like he wanted your insides to memorize exactly how his cock feels inside of you, and you doubt you'd ever mind it. He filled you perfectly, hitting every sweet spot inside of you.
    Your arms are shaking. Struggling to hold yourself up with each and every rock of the bed. You barely start to buckle when He catches hold of you, an arm snacking under your chest and pulling you towards him. His hand spans your collarbone as he holds your back against his chest, holding you up as he continues to fuck you like no one before. You're closing in on that sweet release when his hips stutter a moment. His teeth dig into your shoulder with a sharp bite, holding you there close to him without breaking the skin.
    âAre⊠are you -ah- close?â You ask. Logan only responds with a short and simple - âFuck!â - before he pulls out of you.
    You don't have time to whine about the emptiness before he's flipping you around, kissing you again as he pushes your back to the bed rather aggressively. He's quick to sling your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he sides fully into you in a single thrust. He's hitting you so much deeper in this position, chest pressed against your own as his thrusts continue to stutter.Â
    Logan kisses you again, a bit differently than the last ones have been. These kisses are tender, sweet. A stark difference between his needy, frantic thrusts. There's a line of spit between you two as he pulls away, half-lidded eyes meeting your own. Youâre closing in on your peak, and you can tell he is too. The pleasure is too much for you to handle at once, and you can't help but squeeze your eyes shut.
    âLook at me.â Logan grabs a hold of your chin, your eyes flying open as he thumbs at your lip and holds your head still. âDon't look away.â His hips stutter some more, the both of you groaning as you clench around him, desperately trying to keep your eyes open as you finally cum around his cock. The fluttering of your walls are more than enough to send Logan over the edge, his cum warming your insides in thick spurts. Logan buries his face into your neck, groaning as you ride out both of your orgasms.
    The two of you lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Logan lets go of your sore legs, massaging your thighs as he presses sweet, comforting kisses to your cheek and temple. His hands wander up and down your sides, doing his best to soothe your aches without you even having to ask. -not that he would ever admit to having a soft side. Who would believe you if you told them that The Wolverine was a cuddler after sex anyway?
    âWhy didn't you just tell me?â You ask after a long moment. Logan hums, his Face tucked into the crook of your neck.
    âTell you what?â
    âThat you were jealous.â Logan only snorts at that, playfully pinching your side.
    âJealous of what? Your cologne?â He returns. You slap him on the shoulder as he chuckles at you, unable to stop the playful smile on your face.
    âYou mean the cologne that you thought was a whole-ass guy?â Logan stops at that, instead choosing to cover your mouth with his palm as he tucks his head closer.
    âYou're a lot prettier when you're quiet. You know that?â
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quick note: i'm absolutely not an astrologer. these are just a collection of some observations, thoughts, theories, and personal experiences based on astrology. with that being said, i'm still learning along the way & i may come back to edit this post to make corrections. above all this is just for fun. lastly, keep in mind that iâm not reading your birth chart and i know nothing about you. these are just some possibilities that may or may not apply to you. enjoy!
đ neptuneâvenus aspects: you probably get compliments on your appearance a lot. you may have been told that you look a model or a celebrity. there's some sort of star quality to you.
if your neptune is square/opposite your venus, you might struggle to see the same beauty that others see in you. itâs not that you think youâre ugly but you might not think youâre as attractive to the extent that others do, so it makes you wonder what other people are seeing. you might think theyâre lying or exaggerating. compliments could also be hard for you to accept. the attention you get can make you a little uncomfortable.
đ i used to think that virgo venuses were too nonchalant when it comes to love but this placement will give you that real princess or prince treatment that goes beyond money and materialistic items - that kind of princess/prince treatment may apply more to taurus and sag, but with virgo they give the kind of treatment that considers their partnerâs entire well-being and not just their monetary needs and desires. they really care about their partners and want to put their life at ease, they truly care if you ate and arenât just asking that just to ask. if you havenât eaten they wonât just say, âoh, damnâ or âoh no, eat something :/â but theyâre the type to create time to make you something or buy you something to eat and even bring it to you. if they can make your life less stressful in any way, theyâll try to do that. if youâre sick, theyâll take on some of your responsibilities like tidying up your house for you since you arenât able to do so. there can be times where they wonât even let you lift a finger. the types to say, âiâll take care of that for youâ even if you can do it yourself.
theyâre reliable so if they say theyâll do something, you can expect them to do it. but this placement may often find themselves in a position where theyâre always being the care taker so they want someone who takes care of them too. these individuals are often anxious and may be quite paranoid when it comes to romantic relationships so they desire someone who will put their mind and life at ease. they can be picky and difficult to impress because of their high standards and because theyâre quick to get the ick, but once they love you theyâll really go above and beyond.
đ sun opposite rising: your looks may not match your personality and you might even think so yourself. for example, you might look innocent or younger than you are, but really, youâre quite mature and thereâs a dark, wild, or unexpected side of you. your looks are deceiving.
đ capricorn rising/in the 1st house: you are someone who had ambition and big plans from a young age. money could be a big part of your identity. the ones making âmoney movesâ fr. you could have a lot of work experience. youâve been working/touching money since your pre-teen or teenage years.Â
if your cap rising aspects your mercury then subjects related to money/finance could be something that is always on your mind and it frequently comes up in your conversations as well.
or if it aspects your lilith, then you may be the type to get money by any means necessary, meaning you might be willing to do illegal/immoral things to obtain it. but in your mind, you probably think you have a good reason to do it. something made it worth the risk because capricorns are too rational, prudent, and judicious to just do anything without good reason.
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đ lilith in pisces: might deal w/ sleep related issues such as insomnia, sleep apnea, sleepwalking, etc.Â
đ sun conjunct mercury (natal): your father may be someone you hold in high regard and therefore someone you speak highly of most of the time. itâs possible that you tend to reflect on the memories you share with him, your similarities/differences, and the influence he has had in your life.
đ jupiter in the 7th house: you bring abundance into the relationships you have. this can be a friendship, business partnership, romantic relationship, etc. your loved ones are lucky to have you in their life. youâre generous and youâre the type to spoil & splurge on those closest to you. you bring encouragement and goodness into the lives of others, even if you havenât known them for long. youâre a blessing. you could have qualities that make you the perfect wife/husband & you could also be blessed with your perfect spouse in return. unless youâre a jerk, you may be someone that people regret losing, especially your ex.
đ aquarius: reminds me of The Parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10:25-37) in a way, the ones to step up and help a stranger. they have this innate desire to help people, to help the world, even if itâs done in a small way or even if nobody else sees it.
isnât it ironic how the sign thatâs about humanity and togetherness is the one that feels like an outcast or has been ostracized from some group in some way? whether it be by their family (aquarius in the 4th house), friends (11th house), classmates (3rd house), or co-workers (6th house).
as an air sign, they can talk for hours. but out of the 3 air signs, aquarius is the most socially selective. this can be one of the reasons why theyâre often described as cold and distant.
they may not be all sunshine & rainbows but theyâre actually kind-hearted individuals. itâs just that they may not always express it in the most warm, affectionate, lovey-dovey way. i wouldnât describe them as the most emotional individuals but they are still empathetic and they dislike inhumane behavior.
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đ sag experiences life to fullest by going everywhere, seeing everything, learning about it all in the process and then reflecting on what theyâve seen & learned.
taurus experiences life to the fullest by really being present in their physical body. theyâll take in the different sounds of a song and dance to the beat, they'll distinguish the different notes or aromas of a particular smell and then buy similar scents to fill their home with it or to wear as perfume/cologne. when eating, they'll really taste food and explore the different flavors/ingredients, then maybe theyâll try to cook it for themselves. theyâre in tune with their senses and therefore the world around them. itâs such a beautiful way to experience life, but this can also mean that they are quite sensitive to their environments. with that being said they may feel a strong connection to nature/the earth.
đ cancer in the 10th house: may be perceived as compassionate & loyal, shy, or a sweetheart by the general public. could be sensitive about their reputation and any criticism they receive. they spend time nurturing their career, and their career may even relate to nurturing children, caretaking, or healing. they rely on their intuition or heart to carve out their path and navigate their career. theyâre good listeners and as a cardinal sign they also possess that leadership quality. the types to provide their close friends and family with opportunities to help them reach their own success. a desire to take care of their family and their needs once they make it. people within the same industry as them may see them as a motherly mentor.
đ scorpio in the 2nd house: they can have deep and/or raspy voices. itâs music to my ears, but especially if itâs a woman with this placement. thatâs because women typically have higher pitched voices, and so naturally, these women stand out when they speak. if they can sing well, they can probably reach deeper notes than most women typically can. but in the same breath, it may be hard for them to reach high notes. this applies to both the natal chart & the mercury persona chart.
đ saturn rules the teeth and so people with saturn in retrograde in the 1st house, or saturn opposite/square pluto, lilith, mars or the ascendant may have a chipped tooth due to a certain event such as getting hit in the mouth or biting on something hard. or they may have a gap between their front teeth, the type you inherit genetically or from your parents. this doesnât mean they have ugly teeth or an ugly smile. however, whether they feel like they have an ugly smile or not, they may have a tendency to smile without showing their teeth or they cover their mouth when smiling/laughing in attempt to hide their teeth. either way, thereâs a sense of self-consciousness here.
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đ 4th house synastry: potential for a strong/solid foundation, they're your comfort place, having a strong desire to live together, moving in together can make the relationship feel more satisfying, fulfilling, or complete. you miss them when theyâre not home/around, hate having to say goodbye, long distance could make you both feel miserable or like something is missing. possible separation anxiety. emotional vulnerability, healing, and attachment. taking care of each other. wanting to start a family. this house also creates an environment for a deep connection just like the other houses ruled by water signs.
đ if i could communicate with animals i would tell pets to choose owners who have scorpio in the 6th house. these people will loveee their pets to death. their pets would probably be obsessed with them (it would be mutual though) because of the amount of love and attention they would receive from their owners. thereâs definitely a strong emotional attachment. but in general, having a water sign in the 6th house indicates a strong emotional connection or bond with pets/animals.
air signs in the 6th house would talk to their pets a lot and theyâd be besties lol, they obviously don't speak the same language but they'd understand each other nonetheless. possible animal whisperers here.
earth signs in the 6th house would give their pets the best of the best but i also think this dynamic would bring a mutually grounding effect that could be therapeutic, bringing a sense of calm and peace to the pet and the ownerâs life.
fire signs in the 6th house would spoil their pets and theyâd have a lot fun doing things together like taking them outdoors and going on adventures.Â
đ 1st house ruler in the 2nd house: the themes of the 1st house includes oneâs appearance and the themes of the 2nd house includes oneâs physical body and beauty, being that is ruled by venus. while this still applies to libra because it is also ruled by venus and it has the reputation of being beautiful and having physical symmetry, this doesnât apply to the 7th house, which libra rules, because that house is more related to romance and relationships.
so, since the physical body is part of oneâs appearance, if your 1st house is ruled by the 2nd house, not only can this show another layer of your appearance but it can also mean you have a very attractive appearance and body. bonus points if taurus is in the 2nd house since that is the house it rules and it is also ruled by venus.
with that being said, even if you donât have a libra rising or libra in the 1st house, if itâs in your 2nd house and it rules your first house you may have libra physical traits like freckles or dimples. if aries or leo is in your 2nd house then you may have a lot of hair, red hair (naturally or dyed), or a pronounced face/head.Â
the planets in your 2nd house may also have an impact, so if you have mercury there your body may be quite slim. having venus in the 2nd house is also a bonus because again, beauty. jupiter too since it represents blessings so you may be blessed with great looks and this may indicate a thicker or curvier body type as well. iâd also add asteroid aphrodite (1388) as well, being that it represents attraction, & beauty, but planets will have a greater influence.Â
lastly, people may like the way you dress and think you have a good sense of style.
^ even if the house that rules your 1st house doesnât relate to oneâs appearance or body, it can still have an influence on your presence. for example, if your 8th house rules your 1st house you probably have sex appeal without even trying to be sexy, people may think youâre secretive, and you might look and feel best when youâre wearing dark colored clothing. but remember, signs matter and can reinforce this or bring out the opposite.
đ asteroid juno (3) at a gemini degree (3°, 15°, 27°): can indicate a marriage filled with laughter, lots of conversation, and possibly good communication between you & your spouse, or these are things you desire or must have in a committed romantic partnership.
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đ pluto represents things that are hidden. those with pluto in the 1st house may hide or gatekeep their personality or their true self, so many people donât know the real them. theyâre naturally mysterious with deep layers.Â
in the 6th house they may hide any health issues they have or how hard their life may be on a daily basis, the types to feel like theyâre on the verge of death but no one would know.Â
in the 3rd house they may not be quick to reveal their thoughts or whatâs on their mind, they try to think before they speak. reminds me of the person who chooses to sit in the back of the class and doesnât participate much, but they have profound ideas and also a dark mind. their siblings may also feel like they donât know them very well even if they grew up together and were raised in the same home. furthermore, your siblingâs friends may be surprised to learn that they have a sister/brother (the person with pluto in the 3rd house), because theyâve never seen or heard of them.
đ lilith represents the things we reject. in the 1st house, lilith may reject parts of themselves because they find those parts difficult to accept, they might create a new version of themselves but itâs not really authentic since theyâre rejecting their true self. they may reject their personal boundaries and can potentially be a push over or they care too much about what others think. this may result in a lack of self-esteem and confidence. they could reject their appearance and do things to constantly change how they look whether that be dyeing their hair, dressing up in ways that are drastically different, or possibly getting cosmetic surgery.
in the 10th house, lilith may reject commands from their superiors, their boss/supervisor may tell them to do something a certain way but they do it their own way, may have a tendency of disobeying their father or they were rejected by their father. they may reject leadership roles and prefer to work alone. they donât take the âtraditionalâ path to success and may choose a career that their father is against. they could also reject fame or attention from the general public even though thatâs something they naturally attract.Â
in the 12th house they may reject their dreams, meaning that they think nothing of them, theyâre âjust dreamsâ and have no deeper meaning. they might reject the darker parts of themselves and prefer to focus on the parts that arenât so dark and heavy. because of this there could be painful experiences that they havenât healed from because they refuse to pay any attention to them. if they are spiritual, then they may have surface level knowledge and arenât interested in delving into deeper waters. or they could disregard or hate the reality of life on this planet and so they have a tendency of fantasizing about death, the end of the world, or a different/better world. also, they may not be the most generous or charitable people.
đ empty houses: some people might think that the empty houses in their chart are insignificant but they still have relevance in your life because a thereâs still a sign that falls into that house and that empty house also has a house ruler. for example, if you have an empty 3rd house with leo or sag there, you may still be one of the popular kids in school even if you have no planets in that house.
and letâs say your 3rd house is ruled by the 7th house (meaning your sun or jupiter is in the 7th house), your popularity may stem from your relationships. you may be known because youâve dated the popular boy/girl at school or you both are popular making you the popular couple at school. perhaps youâve had several relationships throughout your school years and maybe youâre that person who is always in a relationship which could create some gossip whether it be for good or bad. or maybe you have a lot of people pursuing you and wanting to date you, perhaps you have multiple people wanting to take you to prom or you might be a sophomore and yet you end up going to prom with a senior.
so, empty houses will still play a role in your life, but it will most likely be less active or less prominent compared to the houses that do have planets.
đ the 5th house: this is definitely one of my favorite houses. people with multiple placements in the 5th house typically have so much personality. theyâre so fun, a joy to be around, truly a burst of sunshine with vibrant energy and theyâre also really talented. definitely the life of the party, bringing everyone together with excitement and entertainment. the type to start dancing with or talking to a stranger or that person standing in the corner, making them feel both welcomed and included. they also have this youthful quality to them, which may be one of the reasons why children love them or get along with them well.
if you read this until the end i hope you enjoyed it & thank you so much for reading. â„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïž, those hearts are for you.
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"What the fuck did you do?"
Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasnât new, but Eddie doesnât think heâs actually done anything recently to earn it.
"Well-"
"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"
Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.
âI was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?â
âYou are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.â
No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-
He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.
The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since.Â
Jesus Christ.
âEddie?â
The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says âFuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?â
In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge đđđ
âMaybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.â
Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-
He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.
âJeff, I gotta go,â he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.
âEddie, what-
âHarrington messaged me. I'll call you back.â
Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious.Â
Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; heâd gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.
Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammyâs here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesnât expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.
With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-
Anything other than what Steve actually sent.
'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'
And Eddie-Â
Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath.Â
Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?
This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.
âIâm open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?â
He doesnât expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.
âIâm partial to Daddy, myself.â
Fuck fuck fuck.
Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isnât just âPlease, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I havenât been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?â
Steve saves him by sending another message.
âBut maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though Iâd be happy to see where things go after that.â
He- What-
Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because thereâs no way Eddieâs long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.
Thereâs no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.
âDinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.â
#like everyone else those new pics of joe keery left me kind of#feral. horny. slutty.#so i channeled my feeling a bit#i miiiight do more of this but no promises#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#rockstar eddie munson#actor steve harrington#joey writes#ficlet#fun fact: eddie's tweet was my actual real life message to my friends about those pics
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it was all supposed to be a dumb joke.
the boys had been sitting around after rehearsal one night passing a bowl and more than a few beers, laughing about how unsuccessful the newest music based social media app would be. mere seconds of songs looping over and over with other songs mixed in would never work, especially for corroded coffin where the story, the buildup of their songs was part of the reason to listen.
it all started with jeff, grinning slowly ear to ear. "what if were to get in there and take some celebrity's name for a user name? like paris hilton or something."
then it moved to gareth, who paused with a scrunched up face. "dude, paris hilton? what the fuck kind of reference is that..."
then it was over to greg, choking on a smoke-laced laugh. "yeah, it'd be funnier if it was eddie's pop prince loverboy instead."
that got everyone's attention. eddie had protested to ears that didn't want to hear it as they cackled in their studio that they rented by the hour, bent over in their rolling chairs, leaning against the side of the mixing board for support.
"loverboy?! you know i can't stand steve harrington and his bullshit lyrics, what the fuck kind of suggestion is that..."
but come the next day, when the weed had left his system and his veins were alcohol-free, eddie stared at the mixr app home screen and the blinking red circle over his inbox with disdain after successfully acquiring a user name he never would have picked for himself.
'steveharrington', eddie's account says, along with an icon of himself and his tongue out.
if it hadn't been for being less than sober when the app dropped. if it hadn't been for his best friends egging him on with taunts and jeers and kissy noises and less than sincere dreamy calls of 'oh steve' in the background. if it hadn't been for the way that eddie secretly did think about a certain head of floppy hair and soft brown eyes and shoulders littered with constellations.
if it hadn't been for all of that he wouldn't have had the chance to have his celebrity crush, the steve harrington, in his inbox at 8am on a random tuesday morning.
"good morning!" the message says simply enough. eddie stares at the words, trying to process what they mean, looking at the verified username of 'steveharrington1' next to an icon of his most recent album along with it. his inbox is flooded with people all asking him random things, thinking he's the real steve harrington, but this one verified account has him shaking.
for all that eddie is, all big hair and black jeans and skull rings and leather, he's still a man. a man who can look at a pop star, annoying as their music may be, and see charm. he can see attractiveness. he can see that smile that steve harrington has perfected behind his eyelids and he can see them strolling off into the sunset together hand in hand and he can see steve all flushed and breathing heavily underneath him on a mountain of plush pillows and he can see-
the message pings again with a new addition. "i know this seems weird and my team advised against it but i'd really like your user name of... well, my name."
eddie blinks slowly. he pictures steve maybe laying in bed, maybe sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee, with his phone in his hand as he types out a message to him. to think that steve has any idea about him existing on any sort of level is doing his head in. his heartbeat races a little faster as he types back with shaky hands and a pit in his stomach.
"is this real?" is all he can type out, leaning against the kitchen counter as he waits for his coffee to brew.
three dots pull up on the app screen before disappearing and eddie pulls his lip in between his teeth to focus his energy elsewhere. he tears his eyes away from his phone and looks out the window to watch the people out for their morning walks. he's just about to the point where he thinks about maybe taking up walking if nothing else to get all the pent up energy out of him when the app dings again. as he looks back, his heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach.
it's a photo of steve that can't have been released before. he's sitting outside in bright sunshine with sunglasses on, tousled hair and grin on his face. he's holding his hand up in a thumbs up and eddie can see the remnants of cream cheese on the side of his index finger.
he sucks in a stuttering breath through his teeth, trying to force his lungs to breath again. the dots pop up on screen once more and the message that comes through is instantaneous.
"real enough for you?" it reads. and then an additional message is tacked on. "need me to hold up a newspaper with the date on it?"
there's a winky face that follows and it feels fake even though it's very real. this whole morning feels wrong, unreal. he's just eddie munson, some singer in some halfway popular band in some kind of shitty neighborhood in los angeles that just happens to have not just some pop star in his dms. this doesn't happen to him.
"why did your team tell you not to message me? does my reputation precede me?"
eddie pulls his hand up to his mouth to bite at the side of his fingernail, watching the screen with rapt attention and waiting for the typing dots to disappear.
"according to this account your name is steve harrington and yes, i'd say his reputation does precede him."
eddie barks out a laugh, not exactly expecting that.
he didn't know what he was expecting out of any of this. he thought that it might help get the corroded coffin name out more if he got tangled up somehow with the steve harrington name. spark a little bit of drama to boost their visibility. but now here he is, talking to the man himself, cracking jokes and trying not to hyperventilate.
"how were you able to get this name so fast anyway? my team was on it right when the app dropped last night."
"i had the power of bandmates and weed on my side," he types back, side of his mouth quirking up into a smile.
"oh so you're a musician? maybe i should be looking into your reputation then, mystery person."
eddie pauses and thinks about every option. he is semi-known in the metal scene, his outlandish stunts on stage and political speeches at shows that garner them becoming an almost brand for him. if he tells steve who he is, would he know? care? run away from the scary guy who may or may not use stage blood in every music video?
but the thing is, he's not a scary guy and he never has been. he might be a little intimidating and he guesses that's the armor he puts on everyday after being bullied in school but it's not an accurate showing of who he is. eddie is sweet, funny, kind of smart in that has random fun facts about dungeons and dragons kind of way.
and he wants the steve harrington to know that guy.
eddie flips over at his middle so his head is nearly touching the floor and ruffles his hair, giving it volume and calming down the frizz that comes from sleep. he shakes it out of his face once he's upright and grabs his garfield coffee mug if only to have something to do with his hands. grabbing his phone off the counter, he opens the camera option in their message thread and snaps a quick picture of himself grinning, mug next to his face with a matching cat-like smirk. he nervously presses send before he can even think about all the flaws with it.
"eddie munson at your service," is what he types out with a saluting emoji and a muttered prayer to whoever would listen to him that things don't end horribly.
it's not like he's expecting to sweep steve off his feet. he knows that steve has picture perfect partners, he sees enough internet news to know that gruff and dark isn't the kind of guy he normally goes for. but he looks back at the photo he sent and hopes that steve sees the kindness in his eyes, the scruff on his jawline that makes it look just the smallest bit chiseled, the whimsy and life that he embodies that comes from a tacky coffee cup.
there isn't an automatic answer and it makes whatever hope eddie has floating around his system falter. ''at this point you've probably searched me and i can reassure you, i'm not actually a vampire like google seems to think i am."
"holy shit."
it's short, two words followed by typing dots that disappear, reappear, disappear once more before reappearing for the last time.
"would you believe me if i told you that i am huge fan??"
choking on coffee hurts, eddie finds out. he coughs as the hot liquid goes down the wrong pipe and concentrates on the messages once he gets his bearings back. steve, the steve harrington, a fan of his? it's a prank, it has to be, there is no way that steve harrington-
"one of my exes took me to your show at the bowl and it quite possibly changed my life. you gave that speech about the pipeline before the encore and i went home and bought every single one of your albums that same night."
he's dead. the papers will read 'eddie munson found dead in his home in a ratty metallica shirt holding onto a garfield coffee mug and cellphone open to a chat where steve harrington tells him he's a fan of his work'. it's the only way that this is possibly happening. he's died and gone to whatever fucked up version of heaven has him still living in his shitty la apartment.
"are you fucking kidding me?" is what he types back, slamming his coffee mug onto the counter to have access to both hands. "you've heard my stuff?"
and then it happens, like out of a shitty teenage rom-com, his phone is lighting up with an in-app call from steve harrington. the steve harrington. careful not to drop his phone in his hurried movements, he presses accept faster than he thinks his fingers have every worked.
"hello?" he questions into the phone and there's no hello back, just steve apparently freaking out as much as he is.
"i hope this is okay," he says and god, does his voice sound wonderful over the phone like this. "but it's faster and i have too many things to say that typing it all out would be stupid."
eddie grins and his feet tap against the ground like an excited kid. "it's fine, i uhm... i get it. god, this is weird."
steve hums in agreement before laughing. and oh, that laugh. it has eddie floating up to cloud nine, heart thumping painfully in his chest, butterflies beating their wings wildly in his stomach.
"yeah, it's definitely not how i expected this morning to go. talking to eddie munson, wow."
"sure," eddie snorts, "you talk to celebrities all the time, i'm sure this is small fish for you."
he hears steve laugh again, soft and gentle, like it's meant just for eddie. "i might talk to celebrities all the times but not ones that i have posters on my wall of like a pre-teen. i'm properly geeking out right now."
eddie short circuits. that's the only way to explain the way his body shuts down as he slumps into an armchair in the living room.
"you, steve harrington, have posters of me on your bedroom wall?" eddie's mouth feels dry as he talks and regrets making coffee at all because he's wide awake now and feels jittery.
"well okay, to be fair, it's of the whole band and it's in my studio but you are shirtless so i contemplated putting it in my bedroom." something shifts on the other end of the line and it sounds like steve sitting down. there's birds chirping in the background and eddie closes his eyes to picture himself sitting with steve on a patio instead of in his dingy apartment.
"you're gonna give me big head, pretty boy." the pet name slips out before he can stop it and the pitch of his voice lowering is out of his control. eddie can't be held responsible for his actions at 8am especially when he's flirting over the phone with his celebrity crush.
"pretty boy, hmm?" steve murmurs back. "so does that mean you have posters of me too?"
the timbre of his voice shoots from eddie's ears all the way down to his toes, lighting his veins on fire as it travels down his body. the hopeful part of his brain supplies an image of steve smirking, relaxing in a pool chair outside of what must be a mansion, phone in one hand and cup of coffee in the other. it could be domestic, if eddie thinks about it hard enough. if he wants it enough.
and god, does he want that. domestic bliss with steve harrington.
"well i wouldn't exactly call picturing you in my dreams every night posters, but it's close enough i guess."
it's gutsy, it's brash, it's too forward for a tuesday morning but steve started it. he hears a shaky exhale on the other end of the line and lets out a chuckle. it feels like they're playing chess and there's no clear cut winner quite yet but if the match ends in a tie, eddie can't exactly say he'd be upset about it.
"i tell you what," steve says in an almost airy voice. "in exchange for giving me my user name, i'll give you my number and you can use it to see me in something other than your dreams tonight."
"...are you bribing me, harrington?"
"is it working?"
eddie takes in a deep breath and thinks about what possible plans he could have with the username 'steveharrington' that would amount to something better than taking the man himself out on a date with his phone number saved as a contact in his phone. he'd put a heart next to it and everything.
"of course it is."
the call drops away and it's quick enough for eddie to think everything that happened in the last 30 minutes could have been a fever dream but then there's three dots on the message thread and his hopeful heart starts to kick back into gear.
"213-555-5469. let me know when you've given up that username and i'll let you know when to pick me up. it's a win-win all around. turns out we each get to go a date with our celebrity crushes, how lucky is that?"
it's signed with a kissing face emoji and eddie's glad that he's sitting down when the last picture steve sends comes through. he's grinning in a way eddie's never seen before, blush high on his cheeks, sweaty shoulders and collarbones and pecs glinting in the early morning sun, and eddie thinks it's probably too early to be in love with someone but he's well on his way.
he texts the number he's sent without hesitation and without shaking hands this time. he signs the message with a black heart like it's a signature of it's own.
"lucky indeed."
#wow this got SO much longer than intended why does this always happen why can i not just shut up#anyway i've been trying to figure out how to write this for a week so enjoy#steddie#steddie drabble#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#my writing#steddie headcanon#popstar steve harrington#rockstar eddie munson#modern au
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MAGNETIC â yu jimin x f!reader
it was your very first time appearing solo on a variety show. was it a blessing or a curse that you ended up paired with aespaâs leader?
TAGS â fluff, self-on kode, lesserafim member!yn, flirty!karina, mostly texting, short oneshot, call it want you want (pt2)
WORDCOUNT â 1.4k
you were unsure about attending a variety show alone, especially one that had garnered a lot of attention lately. self-on kode, broadcasted on youtube. it was going to be your first time appearing solo, without the safety of your group mates. naturally introverted, you allowed your more outgoing members to lead the conversation, like yunjin, who was basically your saviour.
barely having a chance to greet the staff, you were quickly ushered into the seat. behind you, a pink wall separated you and your mystery partner. you had hoped they were going to be someone your age. it was already awkward talking to a stranger, but if it was a senior? you shuddered.
ây/n-ssi,â the director handed you the noise-cancelling airpods. you nodded at him gratefully and the cameras started rolling.
the chat was empty for a while and you almost started typing when a greeting came.
tonkatsu:
hello~~
i am tonkatsu ^^
you raised an eyebrow at the strange nickname. tonkatsu? like the food?
babybird:
hello, i am babybird
(âwhy did i choose the name tonkatsu?â jimin repeated, a smirk on her face, âi was feeling hungry.â
âbabybird, or ahgase is the fandom of got7,â you explain, cheeks flushed, âi am a fan of theirs.â)
tonkatsu:
how are u today?
i was very excited to film!
you giggle, why did they answer their own question?
babybird:
i was nervous, itâs my first time appearing solo
tonkatsu:
ure in a group, babybird-nim ^^?
oh shit, you thought. with the staff laughing at your misfortune, you struggle to come up with a suitable reply to tonkatsu.
tonkatsu:
i think ure more shy than me
babybird:
is that a good thing?
tonkatsu:
oh? definitely not hehe
you roll your eyes at their reply. they were so annoying! cheeks puffed out, you continue typing.
babybird:
whatâs with your name?
itâs a little strange..
tonkatsu:
i just like it
iâm really hungry now
iâm on a diet :((
babybird:
so youâre an idol?
your eyes gleam with amusement. your partner had just revealed a very important detail about herâ
tonkatsu:
yes!
what theâŠ
babybird:
why did you admit that so easily? ^^;;
normally people would hide that fact
tonkatsu:
but can u guess which idol i am~~
(jimin stares blankly at the camera, âof course i hadnât expected babybird to pick up on my mistake but i had to show them that everything i did was intentional!â
âi thought it was very smart of them to reveal it,â you say, âit is hard to find out which idol my partner was.â the subtitle underneath you says, she was fooled.)
tonkatsu:
whatâs ur mbti, babybird?
babybird:
i forgot⊠i think istj?
tonkatsu:
enfp, wow
babybird:
weâre complete oppositesâŠ
tonkatsu:
opposites attract tho?
you internally palm your face. the staff laughs at your misfortune of being partnered with a flirting expert. it was only fate for you to meet someone soâŠ
babybird:
whatâs with your flirting?
didnât you say you were shy?
tonkatsu:
i guess it comes out naturally with u
u shld feel honoured!
i am quite the catch
babybird:
ok, letâs move on :)
do you have siblings?
tonkatsu:
just an unnie ^^
ahâŠ
babybird:
youâre a girl.
was this time on purpose?
tonkatsu:
are u a guy or a girl?
wow, she just completely ignored you. but from the way she reacted, it was a mistake.
babybird:
guess?
tonkatsu:
this is what im hoping for!
a girl!
babybird:
oh..!
are you a prophet?
the camera pans to jimin who laughs at your absurd comment. the director holds up a sign which catches your attention; show your partner your home screen.
tonkatsu:
[image attached]
âhomescreen,â you squint your eyes, âdo you mean screen timeâŠ?â
tonkatsu:
why are u taking so long?
are u a boomer?
babybird:
[image attached]
watch your mouth
why is your homescreen so messy?
tonkatsu:
did u just buy ur phone lol
itâs so empty..
babybird:
wow we do not match each other
tonkatsu:
how many people do u live with?
babybird:
you tell me first
tonkatsu:
3 other people!
jimin smirks, âif theyâre smart enough, theyâll think of aespa!â
meanwhile, you shudder at the thought of another 4 member girl group. âah⊠do you guys have enough budget to host blackpink?â
tonkatsu:
answer my question! ^^
babybird:
nope! itâs a secret :)
tonkatsu:
hey!!!
thatâs so unfair
i revealed mine to u
:((
babybird-nimâŠ
babybird:
your begging wonât do anything
tonkatsu:
butâŠ
donât u think iâm cute?
babybird:
?!
what.
tonkatsu:
LMAO
iâm just kidding~
âwhy did you pair me upâŠâ you mutter, âwith a weirdo?â the staff laughs at your remark while jimin looks around warily, âare you guys laughing at me?â
babybird:
youâre an interesting person.
tonkatsu:
that sounds backhanded
babybird:
i live alone
(âi felt like lying to her. she kept teasing me, so it only felt right to lie, and i didnât want her to know which group iâm from,â you say.)
tonkatsu:
oh!!
are u a soloist?
orâŠ
are u older? ^^
your face of astonishment draws out more laughter. what the hell. you think. jimin, on the other side, just laughs quietly at herself and your silence.
(âit was my first time ever, having someone insinuate that i was old,â you say, âi was slightly shocked.â
âit wasnât meant to be rude or anything, just to draw out a reaction,â jimin explains. the subtitle reads, the power of enfp.)
babybird:
do i seem old?
tonkatsu:
ahâŠ
maybe? a little
i like older women tho :))
can i call u unnie?
letâs talk informally
babybird:
wow you type fast.
and i didnât say i was older
what if i was in my 40s?
tonkatsu:
iâll act polite when we meet
over chat, letâs be friends!
babybird:
your way of thinkingâŠ
itâs amazing
tonkatsu:
i know right!!
only u understand me
do u like watching dramas?
babybird:
oh!
i watched pyramid game
tonkatsu:
whoâs ur favourite character?
babybird:
suji or maybe doah!
tonkatsu:
do u like bona sunbaenim?
babybird:
yes!!
i watched 2521 too!
sheâs really prettyâŠ
tonkatsu:
babybird-nim.
babybird:
yes?
tonkatsu:
whoâs prettier?
me or bona sunbaenim
babybird:
lol i donât even know you
tonkatsu:
based off the vibe ^^
babybird:
bona sunbaenim
no doubt haha
jimin pouts. the director holds up another sign; share your playlist with your partner.
tonkatsu:
[image attached]
babybird:
[image attached]
tonkatsu:
oh! u like aespa?
babybird:
yesâŠ
i like dreams come true
and thirsty the most
tonkatsu:
i like aespa too!!
whoâs ur bias?
babybird:
maybe⊠winter?
but i like them all
(âhow did you feel when she said winter was her bias, and not karina?â the director asks. jimin sighs dramatically, âi guess, disappointed. i thought she would be drawn to me.â)
tonkatsu:
ahâŠ
the disappointment is evident.
babybird:
do you have a bias?
tonkatsu:
karina obv!
sheâs super pretty
babybird:
yes, i agree
tonkatsu:
but why is winter ur bias?
babybird:
i feel that sheâs more relatable
karina is someone i would just stare at
i would never dare to talk to her
tonkatsu:
oh, why?
babybird:
sheâs too pretty.
you further elaborate, âi saw her backstage before. sheâs actually so pretty i couldnât even move, one of my members had to nudge me.â
jimin, on the other hand, is flattered.
âsheâs saying iâm too pretty to be her bias?â she laughs.
babybird:
letâs hold hands
tonkatsu:
so suddenly?
babybird:
the director told me to tell you ^^
tonkatsu:
LOL okay
you stand up from your chair, inching closer to the corner of the pink wall. your heart is beating a mile, pounding against your rib cage as you extend your hand, meeting the strangerâs. your first thought is that the hand is warm, and way bigger than yours. both hands interlink, you hold your breath. only when the stranger gives a squeeze, you let go, a pink flush on your face.
tonkatsu:
that was heart-fluttering
babybird:
your hand is so warm
tonkatsu:
was it nice?
after this, letâs hold hands more
(âi was thinking⊠is she crazy? or just flirty,â you groan, âeverytime she would say something flirty and i didnât know how to respond.â)
eventually, the chat ends abruptly. you sigh, stretching as you stand up again. you hear shuffles from the other side. strangely, your palms are sweaty and you feel suffocated.
a head peeks out from the other side.
âoh my god.â
âyou tricked me!â are yu jiminâs first words to you. the stunning leader stands in front of you, mouth agape and all you can think about is how you basically confessed your love for her.
she moves closer to you, âso you were lying about living alone?â
âpayback to you teasing me,â you answer, your throat feeling oddly dry. jimin laughs heartily, âhow could i not tease when your reactions are so cute?â
the camera pans to you two sitting down, the director asks, âso will we see you holding hands more often?â
âyes, definitely!â jimin answers, beaming. you splutter indignantly while hiding your red face in your hair.
she turns to you, âi said we would hold hands more, right?â
you can only nod. who were you to deny yu jimin?
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