#so unless y'all wanna step the fuck up he stuck being my main for now

[seokmattchuus]

Secrets - Seungwoo

A/n: Maybe I screamed while writing this. #hornypanickedscreeching

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Being best friends with Seungwoo was a blessing and a curse.

Never did you think a sweet crackhead could exist until you met him.

And with the conversations you had, in public and out, sometimes you wish you never knew him.

“Okay, so Chan just texted me.” Seungwoo started as he looked up from his phone, placing it on the cafe’s table next to his coffee. “And this is gonna sound kinda weird, but not really since it’s coming from me.” He deadpanned.

“Def-”

“He wants to know how to make a girl squirt.” He cut you off, looking up at you seriously.

With the way you choked on your coffee, he couldn’t help the laugh that left him.

“Public.” You coughed, looking around to see if anyone heard your conversation. “And at least warn me.” You whined, wiping the excess coffee off your face.

“But I did.” He smiled at you. “Now, hurry up and tell me so we can move on.”

“Why am I the one you’re asking? Don’t you have any other female friends?” You glared, angrily sipping your coffee as he kept his stupid smile.

“Not really, they all just wanna date me.” He pouted. “And you’re the only one around at the moment.”

“Why me?” You whispered to yourself, not really expecting an answer.

But of course you got one anyways.

“Because coming from a girl, it’ll be more valid.” He stated. “’Cause, I could tell him, but what if I’m wrong? I mean, in my experience, I’m either a sex god or I just get lucky.”

You closed your eyes as you sighed.

“If you don’t shut up.” You sighed, your eyes still closed. “I’m going to leave you here.”

“What are you so mad about?” He chuckled, bringing the cup to his lips. “We can finally share sex stories like real friends.”

You opened your eyes and just nodded at him, shoving your phone in your pocket while you grabbed your coffee.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you got up.

“Leaving you.” You stuck your tongue out before darting out the cafe door, no longer caring how you looked to everyone given they probably heard your previous conversation.

It wasn’t long before he made it out too, but you were already in the car with the door locked.

“Not funny.” He pouted, leaning his forehead against the window, you lowering it just enough so you didn’t have to yell.

“I told you I would.” You mocked his pout and he sighed, wiggling his finger through the small space.

“If you don’t unlock this door in five seconds.” He put on his best fake glare. “I’m gonna tickle the shit out of you.”

“Not if you can’t catch me.” You smiled, placing your foot on the break and putting the car in reverse.

“I still know where you live.” He mocked your smile.

“Valid point.” You held your finger up, putting the car back in park.

He didn’t respond, only holding up his hand as he started counting down with his fingers.

But of course, you didn’t unlock the door until he reached one.

Just to be petty.

“Ah ah ah!” You squealed as he lunged at you, your hand coming up try to keep him away. “I unlocked it within five seconds so you can’t touch me.” You rushed out, your eyes darting to his hands to make sure they stayed away.

“Fine.” He glared before bringing a finger up. “But just this time.” He warned.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you say that every time.” You giggled but quickly stopped as he flinched towards you.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked.

-

The drive home was full of him trying to get you to answer the dumb question and you finally snapped once you threw the car in park as you got home.

“Can’t he just watch porn like a normal person?” You whined, turning to look at him as you stopped in your driveway.

“Porn doesn’t tell you what to do.” He whined back.

“We are not having this conversation.” You said as your head fell against the seat.

“Why?” He smirked. “Scared you’re gonna get turned on remembering how it happened?” He teased, his face inching close to yours. “I won’t make fun of you if you dooo~” He continued, his finger coming up to poke your cheek, and you opened your eyes with a sigh.

“I-” You licked your lips, your eyes trying to look anywhere but at him. “I haven’t-” You coughed. “I’ve never..” You trailed off. “You know..”

It fell quiet after that and you shut your eyes again, reaching for the door handle before quickly getting out of the car to head to your door.

Only to realize you left the keys in the car.

Of course.

You dropped your head against the door as you heard the car turn off, and the car doors shut.

He didn’t say anything, only humming as he unlocked your door.

“If you don’t move your head, you’re gonna fall.” He said as he reached for the doorknob.

“Falling would be nice.” You mumbled, not picking your head up.

“Please move back.” He chuckled, reaching out to grab your shirt before he opened the door.

“You should’ve just let me fall.” You grumbled, walking inside and laying face down on the couch.

“Can you at least look at me?” He laughed. “You act like this is something to be ashamed of.”

“It is.” You mumbled into the cushion. “Guys are all about squirting. Even fucking Chan’s about it. And it’s something I can’t do.” You continued your mumbling and you felt his hand pet your hair as he continued laughing, and you looked up at him with a half-glare, half-pout. “Stop laughing, it isn’t funny.” You whined.

“I’m just thinking.” He started as his laugh died down, his hand still petting your hair. “You can’t squirt, or no one’s ever made you squirt?”

You didn’t answer, not really knowing the answer and you dropped your head again.

“I could help.” He offered. “Find out if I’m really a sex god.”

“You-”

You were cut off by his hands helping you up, a stupid smirk on his face.

“It could be our little secret.” He licked his lips. “Like that on-”

“We were drunk. That was different.” You cut him off. “We’re sober right now.”

“How about this.” He started. “If I can make you squirt, I’ll give you five of my shirts. Your choice.” He nodded. “I’ll even throw in that cologne you like so much.”

“You are not seriously trying to bribe me with your expensive shit.” You deadpanned.

“It’s only bribing if it’s working.” He smiled, knowing you were considering it.

“And we don’t talk about it? Ever?” You clarified. 

“Yup.” He smiled.

“Why do you want to do this so bad?”

“Shut up and meet me in the bedroom.” He shook his head with a laugh, getting up and leaving you on the couch.

You face palmed. You were really doing this. With fucking Seungwoo of all people.

You sighed.

It couldn’t be that bad?

Right?

You walked to your room with shaky legs as you swallowed whatever fear you had.

“Nice of you to join me.” He winked as he looked up from the bed.

“Can we not do the jokes?” You whined. “I’m nervous and it’s not helping.”

“Come here.” He motioned with his hand, patting the spot on the bed next to him.

You slowly made your way and laid next to him, his hand cupping your face as he moved to straddle you.

“Just relax.” He whispered. “This won’t work if you’re nervous.” He smirked, his hands moving to the buttons of your shirt, slowly undoing the top buttons.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, noticing how your nervousness never left. “I want you to enjoy this.” He licked his lips

You nodded, letting his face fall inches in front of you, his lips locking with yours softly as he worked on the rest of the buttons, letting it fall to your sides before his hands up to softly grab at your breasts.

Sober Seungwoo was different from drunk Seungwoo. 

Drunk Seungwoo was needy and impatient, ripping your clothes off while he completely took you over.

Sober Seungwoo was gentle, taking his time as he waited for you to relax under his touch.

And once he felt your body ease under him, he switched.

His lips turned rough, but you had no time to comply as they moved towards your neck, already knowing where to go due to the first time he had his hands on you.

“S-Seungwoo-” You choked out as bit down, your hand coming up to grab his hair but he caught it with his own hand, holding it over your head.

“Don’t.” He warned. “I want you needy.” He paused, a smug smirk forming. “We both know that won’t take long.”

You whined at the request, but let him continue biting his way down your neck, his lips eventually reaching your breasts, pulling your bra down before taking your nipple into his mouth while his free hand slid to the hem of your skirt to play with the fabric.

“I’ve always wanted you back under me.” He chuckled as he released your nipple, starting on the other one, your hand fighting between grabbing his hair and staying at your side like he wanted.

“You listen so well.” He smiled, noticing your hand. “Do you want me to hold that one down, too?” He cooed, and you nodded.

“I can’t help it.” You whimpered, your hips bucking.

He chuckled and you held your arm up so he could hold it down along with the other while his free hand slid under the skirt fully to run his finger over your panties lightly, watching as your head rolled to the side.

“Already so wet.” He cooed, slipping the fabric to the side to run a finger up your slit. “And I didn’t even have to do much.”

“Seungwoo-” You whined as you rolled your hips into his hand. “You were right, now touch me, please.”

“I will if you keep your hands here.” He smirked, squeezing your wrists to emphasize.

“Okay.” You nodded with a pant. “Just please.”

He let go and kissed his way down your torso, and over the fabric of the skirt, lifting it when he reached the end, his hands coming up to pull your panties down.

“I bet I can make you squirt in fifteen minutes.” He smirked, his thumb coming to run over your clit, chuckling at how your body jolted. “Maybe ten since you’re so sensitive.”

You bit your lip in response, and closed your eyes, trying your best not to show how excited you were.

“Don’t hold back now.” He smirked before shoving your thighs apart and immediately flattening his tongue against you before his sucking on your clit.

The whimper you let out only encouraged him and it wasn’t long before he was sliding two fingers into you, pumping them slowly a couple times before speeding up, curling them every time he sucked on your clit.

“Se-Seung-Fuck.” You moaned out, as his fingers showed no signs of lightening up on you, nor his tongue.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He smirked up at you with a pant, using his free hand to slide his hair to the side, the sight making your head fall back with a moan.

“You can’t be that easy, y/n.” He cooed as he curled his fingers again, your thighs snapping shut, but to no avail as he ripped them back open, and you couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips.

“I forgot how much you like being controlled.” He chuckled, as he slowed his pace, leaning back down to kitten lick your clit. “God, you make it so easy.”

“Please let me move my hands.” You whined, rolling your hips to meet his fingers.

“Why? You want them in my hair? You want to grab my wrist to try and slow me down?” He chuckled. “This was a bet, baby.” He bit his lip before speeding his fingers up again, a sadistic smirk forming as he watched you struggle. “And you know I don’t like to lose.”

“Fuck!” You cried out, feeling a whole new type of pressure build up inside you, and your hands flew to his hair as you lost control. “I-I-I can’t, oh my god-” You cried as your thighs started to shake, but he grabbed your hands, forcing them down beside you while he curled his fingers again.

“You can, and you will.” He growled, his head dipping down between your legs to encourage you, his grip on your wrist tightening as he did, a small reminder that you were fucked.

“C’mon, baby.” He coaxed as he felt you clenching around his fingers. “I know you want to, just let it go.”

“It’s too-”

“Do it for me, baby. Let go for me.” He said softly, curling his fingers one last time, biting his lip as you struggled in his hold.

That was all it took, your thighs snapping shut as you let go of whatever pressure you had, your back arching while you cried out.

“You did so well for me.” He cooed, getting up and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

It wasn’t till then that you realized your eyes were still shut, and when you opened them, you couldn’t help but close them again, the sight of Seungwoo’s wet shirt being too much for the moment.

“And you said you couldn’t.” He teased, and you opened your eyes to glare but only saw him licking his fingers clean, the sight making your face flush.

“Maybe I am a sex god.” He chuckled, checking his watch. “It only took twelve minutes.”

You closed your eyes, still trying to get your breath back while your face flushed even more.

“Shut up and let me pick my shirts.”

[perylinsus]

Rant

Rant Contents-

Perming hair

Dyeing hair

Cutting hair

Getting piercings

Body weight

Tattoos

CONTAINS ENOUGH HATE AND UN-NEEDED CRITICISM TO LAST MILLIONS OF LIFE TIMES.

Okay, so this rant is gonna be weird as fuck, since it's about my hair and some piercings, but listen as I start talking about my hair. It's weird. It's straight somedays, curly on others, wavy on the others, and a combination of all three, though most of the time it's straight. It's also very, very, very thick and oily. Now, being in the end of my 3rd quarter of 8th grade, I keep telling people at school that I plan on getting a perm over the summer, since everyone is counting the days till then. But when I say perm, I mean tight-curls perm. Not even curls, more along the lines of coils. But everytime. Every. Single. Time. I say anything about getting a perm to someone with wavy/curly hair, they complain about how hard it is and how it'll be so much harder for me since; I'm not used to curly hair, my hair is too thick and/or my hair is super oily. All I want to do is turn and just fucking snap.

The only fucking reason my hair is straight and oily is because of the lice treatments I had to go through. I had those assholes all up on my head for 5 years straight. When I was a kid, I had to straighten my fucking hair everyday just to get it to cooperate. When I was a kid, I was fucking mistaken for a different race. My hair has always been thick, it was always silky and soft and it was in tight ass curls up until I was 5 or 6. I've experienced curly hair my entire life cause my step sister adopted triplet girls with hair that was on the verge of being kinky, but was still considered curly. I do their hair every fucking morning to this damn day. I have since they were adopted at 3 years old and that was 8 years ago. I was in my first year of having lice (I took precautions to make sure they didn't get lice. Luckily, it worked cause they never did).

I wanna fucking snap when people say to not get my hair permed into tight curls cause I won't be able to take care of them. I take care of curly hair every damn morning, 4 AM sharp, listening to babies cry when I only get 2 hours of sleep cause of my damn homework. Everything's good. I cope now, I will always fucking cope.

Two more factors make the complaining worse. Before I perm my hair, I'm getting it colored. Again, more complaining. Things like, "You'll damage your hair!" Or "Why would you color your hair, it's already so pretty." I might be doing two different colors, they might be bright and because of that, I have to bleach and color my hair. Don't get pissed because I don't wanna have basic brunette bitch hair like you (that's aimed at one person, not all brunettes. I luh u). I want to die my hair because I can. I'll perm my hair afterwards because my cousin, aunt and grandma, certified hair dressers, told me it was okay. I'm tryna live my life so back the fuck up.

Next thing, I wanna cut it, too. Before getting a perm, but after coloring it, I'm gonna try and get an undercut. More. Fucking. Complaining. "Sweetie, if you wanna color and cut your hair, you can't perm it. It'll look weird. I've tried it." Bitch. Does it look like I care about what you tried. You're pale, skinny and you have some fake ass lookin blonde hair. I am, on the other fucking hand, a delicious hunk of chubby Mexican (I'm trying to love myself more. Don't judge me). Me and you, we're completely different. I have an ass, some tits and some fat around my waist. You look like a sheet of horny construction paper (that shit feels weird...idk what y'all feel like, I swear). People may retaliate with;

"I'm not saying you'll be ugly, I'm saying curly hair and undercuts don't go well together." What if my main goal is to look ugly? To put shame to my last name (that rhymed bruh). Idgaf what you think. I'm cutting my hair, I'm coloring my hair and I'm perming this shit. I fucking live for coloring my hair, I've done it for the entirety of my middle school life. I miss having an undercut. Living in Florida with some dark ass, thick hair is hard, so the less hair, the easier my life (less shampoo and conditioner too). And my curly hair. I want that shit back. I didn't hate it then, but I also didn't love it, but. I. Want. It. Back.

So, with my hair, back tf up. Now some piercings.

My uncle does piercings for people. Yeah, total fucking pothead, but he's chill and good at his 3 steady jobs. He said, once I get old enough, he'd give me good quality piercings. Because we moved away from him, down to Florida (that was 5 years ago btw. I had ear piercings then. I also temporarily moved up to Michigan for like half a year, when he promised me), he hasn't given me my piercings yet. Over a video call, since he's overseas helping a friend move into a new house, he asked me what piercings I wanted so when he got back (I'd be halfway through my first quarter of freshman year) he could give me my piercings.

As many as I want, for no price at all. He's self employed so it's no problem, however my face/head area is all he'll do. I'm okay with it bc that's all I want. I tell him, with my bff and her bf sitting next to me. Her bf has his friend with him so he can hear me too, obviously. I say both ears and lips, possibly nose. My uncle says ok. He asks me what kind I'm considering for my ears. I say; standard lobe, upper lobe, helix and industrial. That's another ok. Then for my lips. I say; angel bites, snake bites, spider bites or shark bites. Again. Another okay. Then he asks for my nose. I say septum or nostril but the nose piercings weren't definitive. Again. That's okay.

My mom knows about this and she's okay with it. I'm my own person and what I choose to do needs to be dealt with by me. I face my mistakes, or I suffer. I choose to take some pretty bad ending risks but I learned. That's always been my lesson and it won't change. Face the consequences. My bff asks if she could get the same deal as I did. He says no but that he could lower the price significantly. She says okay, definitely happy, and her bf asks the same, getting the same response as my bff (he's cool with piercings. He had some. He just wants more). Now, my bff's bf's friend starts criticizing us, specifically me. We hate eachother so it was expected.

But this asshole. THIS ASSHOLE. Had the audacity to insult me on my choice of piercings. He's anti everything. Anti gays, anti abortion (this one is agreeable), anti Muslim, he's HORRIBLE (his personality filters into this. Believe what you want but if your personality is too evident in your opinion, DO NOT TALK TO ME. Especially if you're stuck up). I'm learning makeup atm so he goes down that road and calls me an ugly whore who deserves to die on the streets. Nice. But...same thing with the hair. I WILL DO WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT TO. IDGAF ABOUT YOUR OPINION. Don't criticize me because I want to get tons of piercings. He went down the path of racism, too, and called me a typical Hispanic bitch. Rebellious and dumb. I have nothing to say to this other than get tf out of my house. I turn to my friends and tell them if they agree with him to leave with him. They're actual friends so they stayed but he had to find his way home in the pouring rain. Don't be an ass to innocent people cause Karma's a bitch.

Anyway, I was called a hippy, spic, typical druggie, shitty person and retard (this word isn't taken lightly in my family. Don't call people that shit).

You know what, let's rant some more.

I'm a chunky motherfucker. I way well over 100 lbs but I ain't too close to 200. I'm almost 14 and I'm kinda short. Still growing, but short.

I have lots of body fat. Obese, depends on your definition of it. Fat, yes, but I can still rock some tight clothes better than anyone else. I've embraced my body fat. Yes, I'm currently researching healthy, lemme repeat, healthy ways to get rid of it, but I've embraced it and I now tell myself I'm cute whether people like it or not. It's strange since I've never done it before but it helps with depression.

Anyway, I'm chubby but I'm working on it. I need to glow up to rock my bullies' motherfucking worlds. This dude, idek who he was, comes up, calls me fat and walks away. I turn around and yell fuck you or fuck off or some shit like that. I'm making my way to class and this other kid trips me. When I hit the ground, he screams earthquake and runs.

I get up and walk my way to class like a civil person. Eventually, my mom, who works at my school, has to take me to the hospital cause I couldn't get up and leave my class at the end of the day. Why, you may ask? Well, I had;

minor whiplash

a sprained wrist

Scrapes on my knee that were so bad, they'll probably scar

My day sucked before that so it only got worse. Besides that, the whiplash is gone, my sprained wrist is healing nicely and it's just my knees that are still fucked up.

All that trouble because some bastard wanted to fuck with me cause I'm chubby. Stop being dicks everyone, unless that's your nickname.

Finally, the last topic. Tattoos. My other uncle, the twin brother of my piercings uncle, is a tattoo artist. Game addict, too, but, like, srsly, unhealthily addicted.

Anyway, if I can't do college, I have a guaranteed spot as a tattoo designer in his parlor. I'm trying to plan for college so it might not happen but, you never know. Besides that, he gave me a deal. As many tattoos as I want, for no price. All because I'm his only blood niece.

I said hell fucking yeah (I got a shoe thrown at me for it). He said as long as I designed them, he'd give me them. Okay, not too bad since I'm a 14 year old with college level art. First, though, I had to tell him what type I wanted. I said I wanted tribal, illustrative and possibly neo traditional.

I have designs for my illustrative tattoos. One for each important person in my life. My older brother, my younger brother, my mom, my grandma, my bff and my 1st dog. I was gonna try and do one for my husband/wife when and if I get married but I was warned about tattooing names of people I'm not related to on my body. Again, I might still do it. Anyway, those are for my illustrative tattoos. Then, comes my tribal tattoos.

I plan on asking my bestfriend and my mom to choose from a set of Moon Glyphs, which symbols best represent me. Whichever common ones they choose, will be hidden in a tribal tattoo on my ribcage. I also want a tribal on the top of my forearm and a tribal band around my bicep. I may just get arrows on the inside of my other forearm.

Neo traditional will probably be a worn down banner with flowers that has a saying in it. In another language, most likely, but there'll be a saying.

Anyway, I told my uncles this and my tattoo artist uncle said he was perfectly okay with it. My mom was chill with it, too, so everything was good. Until my great grandmother got ahold of the information. So many vulgarities.

Anyway, don't be a shithead when it isn't necessary. Let people learn from their own mistakes when said mistakes are revocable.

Luv ya and thanks for reading.