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Rocket - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)
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song: Rocket - Beyoncé
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
genre: smut
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Nothing says vacation quite like a long bath—hot, bubbly, and quiet enough to make me forget just how close I was to a burn out barely 5 days ago.
I sink down a little further into the tub, letting the water glide over my shoulders, and close my eyes, letting myself drift.
And that’s when I hear the door creak open.
“Didn’t mean to distract you” he says, though I can hear in his voice he’s anything but sorry.
I open one eye, and there he is, leaning against the doorframe with his usual easy smile. He’s fresh from the beach, beads of water still clinging to his skin, his trunks hanging low on his hips, as if he planned this pose just to watch me stare him down.
“Well, if it isn’t Sir Hamilton himself” I tease, stretching my arms along the rim of the tub. “Come to see if I’ve fallen asleep in here?”
He grins, taking a step inside and closing the distance. “Didn’t seem right, you here all by yourself.”
“Really considerate of you” I reply, lifting my chin. “Or maybe you just wanted a peek?”
“Can you blame me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he walks closer, setting his hands on the edge of the tub, eyes dropping to take in the curve of my body beneath the bubbles.
And I’m suddenly very aware of how little separates us. He’s watching me with that familiar look, the one that says he’s happy to wait, but he’ll enjoy every second of making me squirm until then.
I could pretend I don’t know what I’m doing as I lean back, letting the bubbles slide down a little, just enough to tease him. “Well,” I murmur, “it’s not a bad view, I guess. If I were in your position, I’d want a closer look too.”
He chuckles, reaching for the bottom of his trunks as if that’s all the invitation he needs. I watch, fully expecting him to pull me out of the tub and straight to the bedroom. But instead, he lets his trunks fall to the floor, slips into the tub, and positions himself right behind me.
He’s got that effect, that way of changing the game in an instant, flipping my plans like they’re nothing.
And it works. His legs brush along mine as he settles in, his hands finding my shoulders, thumbs digging in gently as he starts to massage. It’s slow, almost tender, like he’s savoring every touch.
“So,” he says, his voice low and close to my ear, “what have you been up to today?”
I laugh, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. “Relaxing. Isn’t that why you dragged me all the way to this island for? No internet, no communication…”
His hands slide down a little, fingers tracing the line of my collarbone before finding their way back to my shoulders. “And here I thought it was so we could spend time together.”
“Mm, maybe both” I say, tilting my head to look up at him. He’s so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, smell the salt from the ocean still lingering on him.
There’s a glint in his eyes, that playful, cocky look that gets me every time. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“What about you?” I ask, arching a brow. “How many waves did Miles got pulled under?”
“Let’s not talk about that, love.” His fingers drift lower, thumbs brushing over the tops of my shoulders, lingering just long enough to make my heart race.
“You really think I’m just gonna sit here and let you touch me like that?” I say, shifting a little to get comfortable.
The moment I move, though, I feel it—him, already hard against my back. And it’s my turn to grin, the kind of grin that tells him he’s not getting out of here easily.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” I asks, and there’s that edge of impatience in his breathing that always sends a thrill down my spine.
Although, it does sound more like he’s holding back just enough to see how far I’ll push him.
“Not uncomfortable” her murmurs, shifting just a little more, letting his hand rest casually on my thigh.
I bite my lip, feigning innocence as I let my hand drift upward, fingers brushing his skin in a way that I know drives him crazy.
His grip tightens on my waist, and I can feel his breath hitch, just for a second. That’s all I need to know he’s on the edge of giving in. “You know” he says, his voice a little lower, a little rougher, “I’m a patient man.”
“Sometimes, patience is overrated, though” I reply, smirking as I lean back into him.
His hands roam over my arms, fingers brushing the line of my neck, and I can feel every muscle in my body start to respond. He’s right there, right where I want him, and I know he’s not going to stop until he’s got me exactly how he wants me.
And honestly? I’m not about to stop him. Because I know the game I started, and focusing on feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my back, it’s all I can do not to melt right here.
I glance up and catch his reflection in the mirror across the room. His gaze is focused, darker than before, as if he’s mentally three steps ahead, yet he’s holding himself back—barely.
His fingers hover along my waist, a teasing line that just hints at where he wants to go, but he’s waiting, giving me this bit of power, letting me set the pace.
So, I had to push him.
Slowly, I take his hand and guide it up, trailing over my body until his fingers cup my breast under the warm water. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I feel his breath stutter against the back of my neck.
“I can see you want to touch me” I murmur, pressing his hand to me as if to make it clear there’s no going back now.
His fingers tighten just enough to make my breath catch, and I feel him lean forward, his lips grazing my shoulder. “You’re making it hard to be patient, you know that?”
“Yeah” I purr, my voice deliberately soft. “That’s kind of the point.”
I reach for his other hand, guiding it lower this time, my fingers slipping down to where my own slickness has already gathered, spreading it back to coat his fingers.
I feel his intake of breath, and my pulse quickens, feeling his fingers find the slickness between my folds, slow and testing at first, his movements restrained but eager. The heat pooling in my core starts to simmer, and breathing is all I can do to keep my as he starts to move.
The rhythm he finds is perfect, intense but controlled.
My hand stays over his, feeling the taut muscles in his fingers, the way his palm fits just right, the roughened pads of his fingers exactly where I want them to be.
And every time he circles back to my clit, I can’t help but shiver, threatening to tip over into that blissful chaos he’s so good at bringing out of me.
It’s addictive, the way he works his fingers, the way he feels so attuned to every response I give.
The tension in my body coils tighter, my heart and pussy pounding as he keeps up that relentless pace, like he’s daring me to let go right here, right now.
My grip on his arm tightens as I arch back, the pleasure building, building, building until I manage to stop him.
“Slow it down,” I whisper, turning my head so I can brush my lips against his jaw. “We’ve got time.”
He lets out a quiet groan, his breathing heavy in my ear, but he listens, slowing his movements.
His fingers drag lazily now, tracing circles over my clit, gentle yet maddeningly precise, and it’s almost worse than before.
I let myself melt into him, my hands still resting over his, feeling every movement as he builds me up in slow, patient waves.
My hand keeps holding his in place as he teases, taking his time, and every gentle flick, every carefully controlled stroke sends another shudder of heat through me, each one deeper than the last.
I can feel him shifting slightly, pressing closer, his chest rising and falling against my back. It’s as if he’s pacing himself just to make me squirm, and it’s working.
The ache inside me intensifies, and it’s almost painful, just on the edge, waiting for that last push. But just as I feel myself about to tip over, his fingers stop, hovering right on the brink, leaving me in this impossible, maddening state of suspension.
I let out a breath, almost a whimper, my body tense with the need he’s left lingering. “Lewis…”
But he doesn’t move, not right away. Instead, his mouth grazes my ear, his voice low and rough. “Patience, remember?”
I shift up just a little, feeling his hands steady on my hips as I adjust, fighting for balance in the cramped space. The tub is small enough that our legs are all tangled, with his legs pressing against mine as I climb on his laps, but somehow, it just adds to the anticipation.
When my hand finds his dick under the water, I can feel how hard he already is. It makes me chuckle, a soft sound that escapes before I can stop it.
“What’s funny, love?” His voice is rough, low, almost daring me as his hands sooth the skin on my waist and lower back.
I glance back at him over my shoulder, and with a smirk, I say, “How controlled you’re trying to look” My fingers wrap around his hard dick, guiding him to press against me, feeling his resolve hanging by a thread. “You’re already rock-hard, baby.”
He groans, deep and guttural, his fingers digging into my skin just a little harder. And before I know it, his hips surge up, just enough to press the head of him against me, not quite inside but enough to make me feel that first, tantalizing stretch.
I fall silent, my breath catching in my throat, the heat of him poised right there. It’s maddening, almost torturous, the way he stops right there, leaving me on edge and hungry for more.
“Now you’re quiet,” he murmurs against my shoulder, lips brushing my skin, and the teasing edge in his voice is unmistakable.
But then he eases his hips back down, his hands shifting from my hips to my waist, and I can feel his grip firm as he starts to guide me down over him, inch by slow, delicious inch.
My breath hitches as I feel him filling me, stretching me, for real this time.
I can barely keep my thoughts straight. He’s deliberate with every movement, steady but unrelenting, and I can’t hold back the soft moan that slips out, echoing around the tiled walls of the bathroom.
The air feels thick, charged with heat and moist, and each second feels like forever as he continues to press me down, his grip grounding me while his dick fills me completely.
My core pulses as he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against mine. I rest there, feeling my muscles tighten and adjust around him, breathless and a little overwhelmed.
And when I can hear over my own heartbeat and the water on the tub, I hear him—a quiet, breathy whimper, one that tells me everything.
He’s just as undone as I am, his fingers pressing into my skin with a reverence that makes my heart start pounding again.
He leans forward, his mouth finding my shoulder, leaving soft, lingering kisses against my damp skin as every movement feels electric, each slow rise and fall of my hips dragging waves of pleasure.
I keep the rhythm as steady as I can, alternating between rolling my hips and sinking back down on him, savoring the way his breaths grow heavier, matching mine. His hands grip my waist, grounding me, and I let myself indulge in each controlled, teasing motion.
But the need thrumming in my core is impossible to ignore, and I can’t resist reaching back to guide him deeper, pressing my shoulders back against his chest to feel him fully.
The new angle pulls a long, unrestrained moan from me, one that fills the room. I’m not quiet; I don’t even try to be at this point.
I feel his lips curl into a smirk against my shoulder as he holds me close, his fingers brushing my skin with just enough pressure to make my body tighten where it feels like he’s imprinting his digits.
He groans, taking in the way my back arches for him, accommodating his every inch. “Love seeing you like this,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “All mine.”
I lean my head back onto his shoulder, giving him a knowing smile as I let my hips move slowly, every stroke drawing out longer than the last, savoring his restraint. “Enjoying the view?”
“More than you know” he murmurs, but his hands leave my waist, slipping up to my collarbone, and he pulls me back until I’m flush against his chest, completely open to him.
The shift presses him deeper again, and I gasp, my body trembling as he pokes just at the right spot, the one that has my toes curling.
My hands find his, and I guide one of them up to rest against my neck, fingers tracing along the side of my throat.
He’s amused, and I can feel the chuckle rumbling through him as he tightens his grip just slightly, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin below my jaw. “Full of kinks today, are we?”
I just smile, knowing that’s all the invitation he needs. His hand tightens a little more, just enough to cut off my breath, leaving me lightheaded and buzzing, every nerve heightened.
I can’t help how my body responds instantly, hips rolling back to meet his with, and he doesn’t hold back.
His other arm snakes around my waist, and he starts thrusting up, each movement harder and deeper, our combined rhythm spilling water over the tub’s edge in splashes we’re both ignoring.
“Can you feel how badly I want you?” he murmurs, his voice hot against my ear. His thrusts are relentless now, each one dragging its own moan from me.
My body arches into him, completely surrendering, and I meet him with equal force, the need coiling tight and ready to snap. He laughs low in my ear, thrusting harder. “Let me feel you, love. Let go.”
And I let him take over, his pace quickening as he moves inside me with a precision that has me clutching onto his forearms for balance.
The pressure around my neck heightens every sensation, my senses flooded by him, his touch, his voice, the steady, unyielding rhythm he’s set. And then, as I lose myself in the pleasure, the edge finally comes closer drawing me deeper until I’m lost to him, wrapped up in his hands, his heat, his control.
His hand slips from my throat, settling against my collarbone with a gentle brush, his thumb tracing soothing circles, grounding me as my body clenches around him.
His other hand moves down to my clit, flicking and teasing, coaxing wave after wave of sensation that has me moaning, helplessly leaning into his touch.
My body becomes numb to anything but him, balanced between his hands and the edge of my own undoing.
When my eyes finally meet his, I see the flicker of triumph there, and before I can fully settle back, he lifts me up, rising effortlessly with me. He turns me to face him, and I just follow his lead, still hazy from the high.
He presses me sited on the edge of the tub, my back resting against the wall, and leans in, capturing my lips in a deep, unhurried kiss that leaves me breathless. I feel his still rock-hard boner brush against me, teasing my swollen clit and my entrance, and it’s almost too much, too soon.
Then his hand slips down, lifting my leg up and pulling it around his waist, holding me open as he kisses me deeply. His mouth is warm, his tongue grazing mine as he holds me steady, and I’m sure he’s going to push into me again, finally, and give me more of the fullness I’m always craving.
But instead, he breaks the kiss, looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, one that promises more than I can prepare for.
And I can even react. He’s kneeling down, his fingers gripping my hips, and then he’s right there, his mouth on me, his tongue dragging along my folds with a leisurely savor.
I gasp, one hand flying to his head, clutching his damp curls as my body jerks from the oversensitivity. “Lewis, you’re– I–” My words are jumbled, barely coherent, but he just chuckles, a dark, knowing sound that vibrates against my skin.
I’m trying to pull away, but his grip on my hips is unyielding, keeping me locked in place as he devours me like I’m some forbidden treat.
His tongue flicks and swirls over my clit, leaving me trembling against his hands. He works me over with an infuriating slowness, each lick and gentle suck deliberate and unrushed.
“Too much” I manage, voice cracking as he chuckles again, ignoring my plea.
He lifts his gaze, eyes bright with a kind of wicked satisfaction, before finally pressing a kiss to my thigh and rising to meet me again.
His mouth finds mine, capturing me in a searing kiss that makes me forget every other thought but him. The taste of myself on his lips is intoxicating, and when he finally pushes into me again, I’m a mess of tangled limbs and sharp breaths, overcome by him in every way.
His hands keep my legs open as he thrusts slowly, purposefully, drawing every sensation to the surface, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmurs, “Tell me you feel how much I need you”
Each word fans the flames of my oversensitivity, and I can’t help the quiet whimpers that escape. I’m lost in him, my hands clinging to his shoulders, my entire body surrendering to his touch, every word and movement building a maddening pace.
It’s like the world outside the two of us has completely faded. Each thrust, each deep groan that slips past his lips, is as sharp and electric as the first. The way he fills me, the way he knows exactly where to press, makes me wonder if I’ll ever catch my breath again, if I can even tell where he ends and I begin.
Time slips away, but I’m vaguely aware that the sun has dipped lower, casting a warm, golden glow that filters through the bathroom, wrapping us in its embrace.
It feels like we’ve only been here for moments, but my body knows better, knows by the way my muscles burn, by the way he’s starting to lose control, his breathing heavier, his moans deepening, rough and unrestrained.
His breath is warm and ragged on my neck, his hands gripping me like he can’t hold back any longer.
And he manages to pull out just in time, spilling over my stomach, his forehead coming to rest against my shoulder as his breathing slows, each breath matched with the last flickers of sensation that hum through me.
I slide my fingers up, raking lightly through the roots of his curls as he recovers, just barely catching his breath.
The weight of him, warm and spent, against me is something I’ll never tire of. He’s still leaning on me, a little dazed, when I break the silence with a teasing, “How much you need me, huh?”
He just chuckles, low and soft, and raises his head to look at me, that familiar sparkle back in his eyes. “Don’t remember you being this sassy minutes ago”
I grin, pulling him closer, letting my lips brush against his. “Well” I murmur between us, voice still a little breathless “If it means anything, I could never get enough of you”
His lips capture mine again, slow and tender this time, the kind of kiss that feels as unhurried as the sunset outside. A reminder, as if we needed one, that no matter how many times we’ve lost ourselves in each other, it’ll never be enough.
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k08. hate sex + knife play | something’s gotta give
the ghoul x f!reader
rated e - 3.3k
tags: dub con, hate sex, reader & cooper are both dicks, mutual dislike & implied interest, power dynamics, disparaging comments about coop’s anatomy, fighting & violence, pain kink, coercive /taunting dialogue, knife play, oral sex, spanking, rough PiV
a/n: I received a request for a hate sex fic (which I have never tried before!), I’ve been chipping away at it since and finished it for kinktober! hope you like it, anon! 💕
“Know what you’re tryin’ to do,” His voice is low. The drawl stretching the words out - a little shake of his head, as if disappointed.
The next is like a knife, slipping into you. Close enough you can feel the heat of his breath against your cheek, words honey-smooth, “Thinkin’ you can goad me into fuckin’ you.”
(Or - when tempers flare, fighting quickly turns to fucking.)
You should have been paying more attention.
Heart leaping into your throat as the feral ghoul lunges at you - a lurch as the barrel of your gun swings up.
Only for something to catch you by the scruff of your vault suit - knock you to the ground just as a much louder gun fires, blood splattering across the floor and your feet.
“What the fuck?” You bite out - a hand rubbing at your left shoulder, where it collided with the metal filing cabinet.
You could’ve handled it yourself.
The Ghoul regards you with a sneer, his shotgun still smoking as it rests on his shoulder, “Well that don’t sound much like a 'thank you', Vaultie.”
It makes your teeth grind.
Always so antagonistic. Bared teeth and looking for fight.
You had hoped for something else, when your paths first crossed. Not so greedy or naive as to expect friends - you’ve been out in the world long enough to know that something like that was an old-world dream.
But you would’ve settled for partners. Even reluctant-but-civil traveling companions.
Instead you got saddled with an old Ghoul that’s meaner than a junkyard dog. Just as dried up as the rest of the Wasteland.
Who rebuffed any attempt to get to know him with sharp words and a sharper glare. Interactions turning into exchanged barbs that dug deep beneath your skin. Heavy looks and heaving chests. Everything inside you twisting up into knots.
It hadn’t taken long to start hating him.
Hating even more that you need him.
That he needs you, in return.
All you know is that he’s looking for someone. That they’re tied to Vault-Tec. The same place you’re heading, looking for information at their headquarters.
He didn’t know computers like you did, in the before. And you were always more brain than brawn.
Two months ago, maybe you would’ve thanked him. Maybe even more, for saving your hide like that.
“Fuck you.” You spit, instead.
Unsteady as you push yourself to your feet - as he scoffs, holstering his gun.
“That right?” A leer then - as he watches the way you wince, steadying yourself against the wall, “You couldn’t handle it, sweetheart.”
The laugh that rips from you is ragged, irritation melding with the flip in your stomach at his innuendo.
“Handle what? I bet that old pistol of yours is rusted up.” Your arms cross over your chest, as your eyes dip down.
“That’s assuming there’s anything left. Heard they rot right off old ghouls like you.” You scoff - his eyes dark, when yours jerk back up to meet them, “Bet that’s why you’re so fucking mean all the time, huh?”
You know it’s not true.
Had gotten an eyeful yourself, couple weeks ago. Stirring just before sunrise, to find him getting ready to piss on the embers of the campfire to put them out.
A scrunch of your nose, rolling over quickly before he noticed. But you hadn’t missed what he was working with.
And as much as you hate to admit… you hadn’t forgotten.
His answer comes with the swift swing of his hand. A sharp, open-palmed crack against your cheek that has your head knocking against the wall. A metal tang against your tongue from where your teeth bite into your cheek.
You’re launching yourself at him before you can think. A flurry of fists, your knuckles connecting with his ribs. He snarls, a hand wrapping vise-like around your bicep, as he pins you up against the wall.
“Wouldn’t be so mean,” His voice is rough and low in your ear, “If I had some goddamn peace and quiet from all that yappin’.”
Struggling against him as he pins your wrists - your foot kicking out in response, ankle notching around his, sending you both to the ground.
A rough grunt pushed from him as you land on top, thighs spread wide across his waist for balance. The Ghoul’s hands find your hips - his own lifting, as he presses himself flush.
The blood races in your veins - pulsing heartbeats beneath your skin that dip lower. You must make a noise, something quiet and hushed, from the way his eyes go dark beneath the brim of his hat.
“There, now.” The Ghoul rasps, rocking up into you again. Where he stiffens in his trousers, a languid roll against your clothed cunt, “That feel like nothin’ to you, sweetheart?”
The saccharine name is spit out, venomous. Teeth clenched, fingers pinching hard enough to bruise.
Fire licks through you. Heat lingering in your cheek, where he struck. It only makes you want to return it, a hundred times over.
But… there’s something about it.
How that as much as he hates you - there’s still the hard press of his cock against your vault-grown pussy. Whether it’s from the strike of his palm or the way you straddle him, you don’t really care.
It’s still from you.
Beneath that roughened skin, he’s still a man. Not the devil he makes himself out to be.
Maybe it makes you want to see how far you can push him. Maybe he’ll break. A sweet revenge that you can carry with you.
Make him hate himself more than you hate him.
“You’re one to talk,” Your chest heaves, “Seen you watching me. Checking out my ass. Can’t help it, can you?”
He bares his teeth, half-pushing himself up on an elbow, “Only part of you worth lookin’ at.”
It’s far from the truth, but it wounds you. Your hips rut against his as your own hand swings. Only for his fingers to curl around your wrist before impact, using the momentum to roll you beneath him.
The Ghoul is heavy - all that metal and leather and lean muscle pushing you into the wooden floor. A thigh wrestled between yours as you shove at his shoulder.
Your wrist slammed down, a skittering pain lancing through it. He pins you down, breath hot against your cheek as you squirm - trying to throw him off you.
“You fuckin’ want it.” He husks - his mouth so close to yours, sharing the same breath. A press of his knee against your core, a smirk when you inhale a sharp breath.
Pleasure sings through you - an involuntary jerk of your hips against his, where his cock digs into you.
“You wish,” It’s breathed out, missing the fury you intended.
He can almost smell the blood against your teeth. Your lips just ghost against his, eyes narrowed as your foot tries to kick out - but he only drops his weight.
Another nudge against your cunt, where your pulse has settled.
“Would’ve never taken you with me,” The Ghoul rasps, “If I knew what a brat you’d be. Should’ve put you in the ground.”
The threat should scare you. Maybe it would unsettle you, if you couldn’t feel him - full and straining against your hip.
It has you laughing, his eyes pulling down to the part of your lips as you challenge him, “You need me.”
He’s not getting close to what he wants without you.
“You need me a lot more than I need you, sweetie.” He volleys back.
This time it’s you flexing into him, nudging at the heft of his arousal, “That right?”
His eyes narrow. A rough scoff, as his hand moves - fingers spreading to pinch at the hinge of your jaw, holding your head in place.
“Know what you’re tryin’ to do,” His voice is low. The drawl stretching the words out - a little shake of his head, as if disappointed.
The next is like a knife, slipping into you. Close enough you can feel the heat of his breath against your cheek, words honey-smooth, “Thinkin’ you can goad me into fuckin’ you.”
You glare - eyes dragging away from his. Caught, and you’re pissed he’s realized it.
“By all rights, I oughta just walk away,” He hums, “But it’ll be more fun to hear you beg for it.”
“Beg for what?” Your retort is shaky, spat in his face, “Bet you don’t know what to do with it.”
He growls, nails biting into your jaw. Rolling off you before his hand is at your collar again, dragging you up and onto your knees as he stands.
“Always runnin’ that mouth.” The Ghoul husks. His shadow spills across you, as he looms. Too tall from this angle, his eyes hidden, “Got a better use for it.”
There’s a throb in your jaw as his fingers dig into your chin. Forcing your face up to his.
“Fat fucking chance.” You hiss - the grip on your suit tightening when you shift, pushing you back down.
A low, rough laugh comes from him.
“And yet here you are, on your knees.”
Letting go of your chin so he can palm himself. Your eyes unable to help fixing on the strain, trying not to shift in place yourself.
“Open up.” He thumbs at your lower lip, your teeth clamping down. There’s the tilt of his head, a slow smirk, as his thumb presses harder.
“Sweetheart, either admit that you’re all talk,” The Ghoul growls, “Or open up. Like I said, I’ve grown tired of all your yappin’.”
You’re not about to lose.
The taste of leather floods your tongue, when he shoves his fingers past your lips. Three of them fanning out, keeping you from clamping down on them.
An added insurance, in the hand that leaves your suit. A quiet snick of the knife that he loosens from his belt. The press of cold metal against the soft spot beneath your chin.
A warning, your eyes dipping down to the blade, the cracked ceiling reflected back at you. Drool pooling on your tongue as he presses down, almost gagging you.
He hums, teeth flashing with his smirk. Waiting until there's the glossy shine in your eyes, tears that prick in the corner as he inches deep, before he withdraws.
Spit strings from your lips, with he tugs his fingers free. Your breath hitching as your teeth bite for the barest moment, his eyes dark as the metal threatens to prick flesh.
Giving you an up-close look as he tugs at the belt buckle. The yellowed resin against silver, an ancient creature caught inside.
His cock bobbing free when he loosens the button, draws down the zipper. A glossy pearl beading at the tip, and you know he sees the flash of teeth as you smile.
The playing field leveled, for the briefest moment.
Before his hand is wrapping around the base. Smearing his skin with your spit, as he works the length in front of you.
Thick and long. Reddened like his skin, and you almost forget where you are - as your head starts to tip forward. Catching yourself at the last moment. Head tipping up, feigning disinterest.
“Come on, sweetie.” He growls. The tip rubs against your lips, “Can’t fool me, I saw that fuckin’ look.”
A scowl, as you open. He inches inside, heavy against your tongue. Another press of the knife when you have to open your jaw wider - the barest scrape of teeth against his skin.
Expecting him to set a brutal pace. To treat you as his words did, but he only jerks his chin upward.
“Get it nice and wet, sweetheart. You’ll be thankin’ me later.”
You bite back the moan, eyes closing as your head bobs. Listening for the groan in his chest, as your tongue licks across his veins.
“‘pecially if you’re dead set on pretendin’ you’re as dry as this desert.”
He throbs against your tongue - velvet, as you take him deep. Fingers twisting in the fabric at your shoulder, his chest heaving as the blade dips, forgotten.
That hum loosens then. A barely-there buzz against his cock, as your thighs shift wider. Something that he still catches, those keen senses firing even as his hip cant into your mouth.
His voice pitches low, head cocking to the side.
“Bet that pussy’s leakin’ for me, ain’t she?”
Another sharp smile.
“Wet little thing, just beggin’ to get fucked.”
It makes you clench. Muscles tightening in your abdomen, thoughts rotten and wanting. Lips glossy, when you pull off him.
“Who's pretending? You really think this is doing anything for me?” You challenge, as his teeth scrape against his lower lip.
“Guess we'll just have to find out, won't we?”
The point of the blade dips down - dragging between your breasts. The tip clicks against each silver tooth, his eyes following.
“You best take this off,” He husks, “Or I’ll do it myself. Ruin your suit, but that’s fine by me.”
The space between your thighs throbs. Things turned fucked up along before you were born. Learned not to think too much about them - your eyes fixing on his, as you tug the zipper down.
Bare shoulders beneath. A threadbare white tank, the matching panties caught with the tight blue suit as you push the fabric down to your thighs.
The Ghoul’s eyes greedy - roving over skin. Narrowing, when your gaze doesn’t leave his. Daring him to make good on his threats.
He’s stronger than he looks. A hand at your bicep - yanking you up and bending you over the edge of a desk before you can draw breath. Trapping you with hands that splay across the stained top, caging you in.
Bare skin against yours. His cock nudged flush, pressing against your ass. You hold your breath, muscles tensed as you wait.
Only for his hips to rock against you. Letting his length slip low, to rub against your folds. A low chuckle, when he feels how you drip against him, slicking him up further with each cant of his hips.
“There she is."
Another lazy rock, until his cock fits between your thighs, hips cradling yours, "Filthy liar, you know that?"
Your teeth grit, fingernails denting the old wood as pleasure flares inside you.
“Not gonna be gentle,” Another rut of his hips, puling back until his cock nudges at your entrance, “Still think you can take all of it? Or you gonna tap out?”
You don’t want gentle. You don’t want his goddamn teasing, the words spat out on the ground.
“I’ve had bigger.”
The knife glints, and you only just now remember he’s still holding it.
“Christ, sweetheart.” He growls, even as he nudges into you, “Got a goddamn death wish, don’t you?”
The Ghoul is answered as your hands brace against the edge of the table - pushing yourself back.
The noise you make is near-feral. The sound made when you rip the hilt of your blade from a corpse, but it’s you that’s being speared this time - his rough curse worth the sudden intrusion.
This is what you needed. Something real, after the litany of veiled-threats and pulled punches.
Metal clattering against wood as his hands find your hips. A growl as you squirm - a lie, before. Too full now, you can’t remember the last time you’ve been stretched open like this.
You think he must know it, with the way he moves. The slow drag out, only to drive himself balls-deep. The fabric twisted around your thighs, straining as you try to inch your legs wider.
Making him feel bigger, deeper, like this. Your heartbeat in your throat, the warning sound coming out soft and pathetic from yur chest when a hand cracks against your ass.
A low chuckle as you bear down around him - spit-slick leather dragging over the curve of your hip, then underneath.
You jolt when he brushes against your clit. The low hum when they slide easily, tracing against where you’re stuffed full of him. Where you’ve dripped against your thighs, smearing against the tugged-down fabric.
Doesn’t have to say anything. Not when he feels how you clench. The minute shift of your hips, the way your back arches as your head dips, eyes closing.
Determined to hold out. Jaw aching as your teeth bite down, swallowing a moan as he pushes you further against the table. Up on tip toe, the angle sending the head of his cock against a spot that has you gasping.
The stretched-full ache bleeding into pleasure.
“Bet you haven’t been fucked like this,” He husks, bending over you - his weight pressing against your back, pinning you further as his thrusts grow shallow, “Is it as good as you’ve been dreamin’?”
That has your eyes snapping open. Pushing back against him, his fingers biting into your hip in warning.
“Haven’t been.”
The Ghoul’s teeth flash with his smile, a knowing look that you miss.
“Sure you haven’t.” He hums, “Just like you’re not aching for it.”
Another grind of his hips, as you suck in a breath. The slick, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, loud in the silent room.
“Just listen to her, honey.” He croons, “Fuckin’ lovin’ every second of this, aren’t you?”
Your snarl catches in your throat, as his fingers brush against your clit again. Sparks shoot through you, skittering up your spine.
“Come on. Say it.” His voice is gravel-rough, circling with each sentence.
“Admit that you've been wanting this.”
Air sucks through your teeth, the lie sweet, “I haven-”
The words cut sharply into a moan, as his teeth sink into the curve between neck and shoulder. Hard enough to bruise - the taste of iron beading against his tongue - a mark beneath that will match the fingerprints at your hips.
“I-,” You try again, as he hums against your skin, “Oh, fuck-”
It’s too much, the way you hover on the brink. Ready to snatch that knife and stab him, if he left you hanging. Pissed off that’s he’s so intent on ruining you.
Unable to help leaning into it. Into him, as the plunge of his cock and the swirl of his fingers tease at the promise of release.
Your hips moving. Pinned between his and the desk, but it’s enough. Bruises against your skin as you fuck yourself back onto him.
Panting, as sweat beads at the nape of your neck. Teeth biting down on your wrist to muffle the sound, though you can hear him just as loudly in your ear. Feral growls - ragged, as his teeth scrape against your shoulder.
Pain and pleasure lancing through you, your breath hitching as you’re dragged closer to the peak each time his hips snap flush.
“That’s it.” He croons, as another moan slips from you.
“Gonna make you come on my cock so fucking hard, it’s all you’re gonna think about.”
Passing a point of no return. Your body tightening in anticipation, a soft "please" mumbled out into the imprint of teeth against skin. An answering groan, and you’re there, with the next messy swipe of his fingers.
It burns through you, white-hot.
A wail ripping from your throat, nails scraping against the tabletop as your head dips. Your cunt throbs around him, as he makes you come - toes curling in your worn leather boots.
“Fucking Christ, darlin’.” It’s growled out - his rough tone tipping towards disbelief. Hips snapping harder, the desk scraping across broken tile.
“There you go. Knew you could fuckin’ do it.”
Drawing out the current of pleasure that pulses in time with your heartbeat as you come apart around him. The wet suck of your pussy as you gush, slicking up his cock.
You loosen a stilted gasp, as you suddenly find yourself empty. Wet warmth streaking across your skin as he groans filthily in your ear - barely able to wrap his hand aroundm before his cock is spilling against your ass. Between - dripping down wet and warm to where you clench around nothing.
A surge of annoyance coursing through you, at the realization that you’ve never came this hard in your life.
That you’ve always been greedy. That you already know you’re going to want more.
That you’ll wear each other for the rest of the day, and that there’s something deep down inside you that purrs at the thought.
He always did know how to get under your skin.
thank you so much for reading!! 💖 and for going on this little kinktober journey with me! (and forever loving cooper bitching about yapping with he's the one that won't shut up, haha)
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City of Love II - Matt Sturniolo
Pairings - Matt Sturniolo x fem!Reader Summary - part two of City of Love. Matt makes plans for another dinner-movie night, gifting you a sweet housewarming gift. The sore topic of your previous long-term relationship comes to light, leaving Matt to wonder if you're still stuck on your ex. Warnings - strong language. Fluff!! Angst?? W/c - 2570 A/n - Heyyy lovely readers 🫶🏻 this is part two to City of Love! Let me know what you guys thinks, I will be continuing. Not sure how many parts I'll do yet, but I’ll keep you updated, so stay tuned!! Also, sorry for posting it so late. I had to grocery shopping when I got off work😭 City of Love is based off of this request! ❤️ Check out my masterlist for more of my work! Thank you for reading & interacting! (Dividers and photos are not mine; all credits go to original owners) Tags - @lvrsturniolo (if anyone else wants tagged just let me know!!)
The cool autumn breeze swept through your living room as you sat on the floor, unpacking the few boxes you had. Being a minimalist, you didn’t bring much in the move besides the essentials - dishes, clothes, your bed, bathroom stuff, and a couple random pieces of furniture. You felt like moving to Boston was your calling. A new start. You didn’t want anything in your house that reminded you of the breakup.
It has been more than a few days since your first night here. The night Matt had you pressed against your kitchen counter with his lips on yours. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it at every given second of the day. You and Matt hadn’t even talked about the kiss. Granted, he’s been over every day since, he hasn’t even made a move on you or mentioned that night in your kitchen. This left you feeling like the kiss wasn’t important to him as it was to you. It was like it didn't exist to him, it never happened. Wrecking your brain trying to figure out whether or not he felt the same connection as you felt, left you mentally exhausted, and it had only been four days.
An exaggerated sigh breaks through your lips, and you try to focus on unpacking. You knew you needed to get this done before Matt was supposed to come over. He texted you last night, asking if he could come over for another dinner-movie night. Even if you didn't know what was going on, you enjoyed his company. Packing all your clutter onto an entertainment stand you picked you last night. The 65-inch tv you purchased, along with other things, sits on top of it. Your house was starting to feel more like a home day by day, and Matt had a lot to do with making it feel that way. Constantly checking on you to see if you needed anything and making it a mission to come over every other day. You were grateful for the company; it made the heartache of leaving your best friend and parents behind a little more bearable. You were still upset over the situation. In a way, you felt like you let your ex-boyfriend get the best of you, running you out of town. Deep down inside, you knew it was different - The City of Love held a special place in your heart. You always had a hankering to find a love like your parents had - dancing in the kitchen, singing in the car, kissing in the rain, real, pure love. That’s what you searched for.
It was almost 5pm by the time you finished unpacking the boxes in your living room. You cleaned up your mess, preparing the room for Matt’s arrival. Even though your house was still bare, you wanted it to be somewhat presentable. Fixating on yourself next, you make your way to your hall bathroom, looking over your appearance. You fix your hair and apply chapstick, in case he had the courage to kiss you again. Probably not, but a girl could only hope. A knock at your front door pulls you from the ‘what ifs’ running rampant in your head.
You rush out of the bathroom, not caring to turn the light off behind you, “coming!’
As soon as you reach the door, you swing it open, revealing a nervous Matt. He had a gift basket with various items in one hand, and a potted aloe plant in the other. You take in the sight of him, standing there with his cheeks red as can be. It made you want to jump in his arms and attack him. “Matt!” you gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth.
He lets out a chuckle, “housewarming gift. I have Italian food on the way too,” he states in a nonchalant tone.
“Come in!” your tone being the complete opposite of his, excited and urgent at the same time. You had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that Matt took the time to buy you a gift. Whether it was a housewarming gift or not, butterflies fluttered in your stomach knowing he thought about you enough to go through the hassle. You had never gotten a random gift before, only on special occasions. Matt steps inside, taking in the small changes of your living room. A newly added entertainment stand in your foyer and living room, along with a fuzzy rug and flat screen tv. The fuzzy rug being the best purchase, you were tired of your butt going numb from the hardwood floors. You follow his gaze, “my couches are in shipment as we speak. They should be here later this week, but I got a fuzzy rug!” you wiggle your eyebrows at him. You felt proud of how quickly you were adjusting to your new life, you were in a good mood.
Matt lets out a real laugh, “good. I’m tired of my ass being numb every time I get up,” he says, taking the thoughts right out of your head. It was simple things like this that convinced you your connection with Matt was something deeper than the surface. He read your mind almost every time you spoke, and it made you wonder if you had the same effect on him.
Turning your attention back to him, “this is really nice of you, Matt.” You didn’t want to let his thoughtful act go unnoticed. You were extremely grateful for everything he has done for you so far, even if it was just keeping you company and buying you dinner.
He clears his throat as you take the gift basket from him, “I know it's late timing, but in my defense i've never had to buy anyone a welcome gift before. My brother Nick helped me pick most of it out, he knows what girls like,” he rambles on. You stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what to say next. As flustered as you were, you didn’t want to take the cute gift and potted plant as a romantic gesture. It was a housewarming gift, like he said.
“He’s gay so,” he trails on awkwardly. The unneeded information throws you for a loop, making you scrunch your face together. Realizing it seemed judgmental, you quickly correct yourself, “not like that! Gay people are cool, I just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” letting out a nervous giggle. Matt smiles at you like he understood exactly where you were coming from. He was the type to let his facial expressions do the talking before his mouth did, you guys had this in common - like just about everything else you talked about. You change the subject, redirecting your attention to the gift basket. It was filled with a plushie, a throw blanket, a pair of fuzzy socks, face masks, your favorite candy, and a cinnamon apple scented candle. You smiled, knowing he put together the perfect basket for you. “I didn’t know what candy to get so I got my favorite.”
“Yea, y/f/c is my favorite too,” you confess. You feel redness creeping to your cheeks, inch by inch. “Looks like I’ll have to pick up extra on store runs then, huh?” his comment makes your heart race so fast you feel like it could jump out of your chest and run around the block. “Nobody has given me a gift like this before. I really appreciated it,” you mumble, feeling like you exposed too much.
“Nobody?” he asks, astonishment spewing through his voice like a pot boiling over on high heat, “like, ever?”
You break your focus from the thoughtful gift basket to look at him, “like on birthdays and stuff. Not anything like this though.” You felt like you could be honest with him. When he was around, no judgment was casted on you, or at least that’s how you felt.
He lets an, “oh,” fall from his lips. Immediately cringing at his insensitive response, before he can say anything else there’s a loud knock at the door. You head snaps toward the door, furrowing your eyebrows. The ring doorbell still wasn’t set up, so not knowing who was on the other side made you feel uneasy. “Relax, I ordered dinner, remember?” Matt sounds over your shoulder before he approaches the door, pulling it open to reveal a man who looks identical to him. Your eyes widen at the thought of two Matt’s walking this Earth.
'What in the actual fuck is going on?' you thought to yourself.
“They delivered the food to the house again,” the spitting image of him states, in the same nonchalant tone Matt carries with him all the time. Matt thanks him in a dry tone, grabbing the food, and rudely shutting the door in his face. You watch as he brings the food to the living room, clearly thrown off at his brothers, surprise appearance.
You follow him, deciding to address the elephant in the room, “you’re a twin?”
Matt, on his knees, setting dinner on the rug that’s placed in the middle of the room, lets out dry chuckle, “you really don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Should I? Don’t tell me you’re a part of the mafia,” you joke. The sudden change in his mood made your head spin. You didn’t know which looked sexier, mad Matt or happy Matt. Either way, you were here for all of it.
An amused look spreads across his face, “no, nothing like that,” and he lets out one of those real laughs again. Something about that laugh made you smile bigger than you already were. His smile quickly fades as he picks up your tv remote, “come sit. I’ll show you,” you pop a squat next to him, watching him open the youtube app, and type in ‘The Sturniolo Triplets’
“Triplets?” you ask as he clicks the first video that pops up. Him and two spitting images of him pop up on the screen. You stand up pointing to him on the screen, who was sitting in the driver's seat, “this is you?”
“I'm impressed you can tell which one is me,” a smirk pulling at his lips as he gets up, disappearing from the room. You study the screen while he’s gone. They were definitely triplets alright. You could easily recognize the one from earlier sitting in the passenger seat. The one in the backseat seemed like he was a lot more bubbly than Matt was, being he was already yelling 30 seconds into the video. Matt reappears into the room with plates and silverware in his hands. You look at him, “first off, I can’t believe you never told me this, and second off, I can spot your resting bitch face from a mile away.”
Matt erupts in a fit of laughter, making it impossible to not join. Real tears come out of his eyes as he tries to collect himself, “I do not have a resting bitch face, Y/n.”
You smile at him, taking your seat next to him, “whatever floats your boat, Matthew.” Teasing him had become a hobby for you at this moment. You had a feeling Matt knew you enjoyed it, which was the only reason he’d keep it going. Willingly falling into your trap every time he seen it coming. He loved the playful spirit you had, it reminded him a lot of his mom.
You and Matt eat dinner, watching a couple different videos of theirs. Each video he clicked had millions of views, making you wonder how you never put two and two together. It was clear to you he was a famous youtuber with a large following, and it was crystal fucking clear he had millions of girls swooning over him, yourself included. And that intimidated you.
Little did you know, Matt finding out you had no idea who he was, attracted him to you even more.
You groan, setting your plate down, “I’ll throw up if I eat anymore.”
“Leftovers,” he chokes out with a mouth full of food. You watch him as he points to the take-out container, “too good to throw away.” You nod, taking a mental note from earlier; Italian was his favorite. It was your favorite too, so you knew exactly what to cook when the time came, if it did.
After Matt finishes his food, he turns his attention towards you, “you said earlier nobody has ever given you a gift. I need you to elaborate,” he tells you, almost like he's demanding answers. This whole week, you had found out so much about him and told him so little about yourself. Only agreeing with what you had in common, you knew Matt needed more from you, so you finally decided to let your guard down. “Like I said before, birthdays and special occasions, sure. But not random gifts like that,” you tell him honestly, hoping he’d leave it at that.
“No random gifts? What about valentine's day?” he asks, pressing the topic. You let your eyes meet his, shaking your head in response. “So, you’ve never had a boyfriend before?” his question hits too close to home, making you look away. Nervously biting your lip, “I've had a boyfriend before. I actually just got out of a relationship a few months ago,” telling him matter-of-factly.
Matt quickly turns his head to look at the tv, “damn. How long?” he looks at you again. It’s almost like he had to read your face when he was talking to you, but you understood because you felt the same way about him. You shoot him a questioning look, this time telling him to elaborate. He doesn’t say anything, indicating he wants to know whatever you’re comfortable telling him. “Four months since the breakup, together for three years,” you confess, feeling nauseous even saying it.
Matt raises his eyebrows, and you can tell he’s a bit taken back. “Oh,” is all he says. His eyes drift from you, to the tv, and he scrunches his face, realizing he sounded insensitive much like earlier in the night. “I mean, sounds rough. Four months doesn’t seem like enough time to heal from three years,” he tells you quietly, sticking his foot further in his mouth. He wasn’t wrong; four months wasn’t enough time to heal from a three-year long relationship. Matt being there helped more than either of you knew. For the first time, he didn’t tell you what you wanted to hear, instead he told you what you needed to hear. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt your feelings.
“Yeah, well, he checked out a long time ago and so did I,” your tone becomes sharp, not wanting to talk about it anymore. You turn back to the tv, showing him you weren’t talking about it any longer, and hoping he’d take the hint. You watch the rest of the car video playing on your tv, and you can’t help but feel a light sense of tension in the air. Humiliation boiled in your gut, knowing you more-than-likely ruined your chances with Matt. He’d never take you seriously, knowing you were fresh out of a long-term relationship. Matt ends up leaving after the video finishes, giving you an awkward hug goodbye, shooting sparks up your spine like he always does when he touches you.
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.✦ ── Close Enough ── ✦.
♡ pairing : !clarinetist matt x !saxophonist reader
♡ summary : in which you and matt met your freshman year in high school in marching band. over the years you two grow inseparably close together.
⚠︎ warnings : fluff, flirting, light angst, high school setting, use of y/n, pet name (sweetheart : later on), cussing, friends to lovers, maybe slow burn?, and more.
-Beginning Of Freshman Year-
The band room was buzzing with first-day jitters. It was the first day of freshman year, and the air was thick with the excitement and anxiety of joining the marching band — a group that had loomed large over middle school with its storied traditions, late-night football games, and upperclassmen who seemed untouchable in their confidence.
The noise was overwhelming — horns testing notes, flutes trying scales, and the sharp commands of section leaders calling roll. You hovered near the back, gripping your saxophone case a little tighter than usual, scanning the room for anyone who might look as lost as you felt.
You didn’t find that person right away, but then you saw him.
He was leaning against a row of lockers, a clarinet case hanging loosely from one hand, looking like he had just wandered in by mistake. His brown hair was a bit of a mess, like he’d run his hands through it one too many times, and he wore an oversized hoodie with some sports team’s logo barely visible beneath the wrinkles. You couldn’t tell if he was completely uninterested or just trying not to let on that he was as nervous as everyone else.
You felt a little relieved; at least you weren’t the only one trying to figure out where to fit in. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over, weaving between clusters of freshmen who already seemed to know each other.
“Hey,” you called out, your voice barely cutting through the noise. The boy didn’t respond at first, so you repeated yourself, louder this time.
“Hey,” he glanced up, blue eyes meeting yours, eyebrows raising slightly. There was a quick flicker of something like amusement in his eyes, like he hadn’t expected anyone to approach him.
“Hi,” you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “I’m trying to figure out where the saxophones are supposed to go.” You gestured vaguely toward the chaos around you. “You look like you might know where you’re supposed to be.”
He chuckled—a low, easy sound—and it caught you off guard. “Yeah? I was just trying to not look completely lost.” He lifted his clarinet case slightly, as if it explained everything. “Clarinet section,” he added, almost like an afterthought.
“Ah, got it.” You nodded, feeling a little less awkward now that he wasn’t brushing you off. “I’m new, obviously.”
“Yeah, same here,” he said, his tone casual, like it didn’t bother him to admit it. “I’m Matt, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Matt,” you replied, offering a small smile. “I’m y/n” you gave your name, feeling a bit silly for worrying about it so much. “Guess we’re both trying to figure out where we fit in, huh?”
“Seems like it,” he agreed. He adjusted his hold on the clarinet case, glancing around like he was taking stock of the room. “You ever done marching band before?”
“Nope,” you admitted, shaking your head. “I mean, I’ve played sax for a while, but marching and playing? Not so much.”
He gave a lopsided grin. “Same. I heard it’s supposed to be intense, though.”
“That’s what everyone says,” you muttered, suddenly aware of how heavy your sax case felt in your grip. You shifted your weight, trying to figure out what else to say before this brief interaction drifted into that awkward silence you always dreaded.
Before you could think of anything, the section leader—a tall senior with a whistle around his neck—barked out instructions, telling everyone to find their sections.
You and Matt exchanged a quick look, both of you hesitating for a second longer than everyone else, and it was just enough to solidify something unspoken between the two of you. You felt it—a subtle understanding that you were both out of your depth.
“Good luck,” you said with a slight grin, adjusting your hold on your saxophone.
“You too,” Matt replied, before the corners of his mouth twitched up. “If you get lost, just look for me in the back. That’s where all the clarinets hide.”
You laughed a little, surprised by his dry humor. “Got it. I’ll keep an eye out for the guy pretending to know what he’s doing.”
“Hey, pretending is half the battle,” he deadpanned before turning toward his section.
A small smile tugged at your lips, watching as he walked away before you pivoted on your own feet. Pushing your body through other students — some in the same grade and others upperclassmen.
You bumped into a few people on your way to your section, muttering small ‘sorry’s’ under your breath as you finally — finally made it to where the other saxophonist’s were at. It wasn’t a giant group but then again, when have people really wanted to play the saxophone.
You found a seat, sitting down as you set your things in front of yourself. Your eyes scanning the room the see where that boy — Matt — had gone to sit down at. After a few moments, your eyes landed on the same blue ones you were staring into moments ago.
He was already looking at you, a smile tugging at his lips when your eyes connected with his. You smiled back, waving slightly. He raised his hand, waving back at you.
You had a feeling this year was going to go by just fine.
© strnilolover
♡ a/n : i think i’m going to make this into a little series!! this was requested/inspired by @victorriaaaaa (disclaimer!! i have never written a series before and know barely anything about marching band, so if i do continue it, bear with me!!)
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Thrill Of The Chase | J.WY
「pairing」 : bf!wooyoung x fem!reader 「word count」 : 5.7k
「synopsis」 : it was supposed to be a cute and sweet date to the corn maze, so how did it turn into cat and mouse chase with your boyfriend? and what was he after? you of course.
「genre」 : smut, horror/thriller, fluff if you squint, dark romance
「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, DARK THEMES!!!, cussing, teasing, dubcon/noncon, crying, wooyoung is just a lil insane, chasing with a knife, wooyoung wears a mask at one point, kissing, sloppy makeout, fingering, clit play, choking, hair pulling, slight bulge kink, spanking, dacryphilia, edging, breast play, slight manhandling, overstimulation, finger sucking, unprotected sex, mean dom!wooyoung x sub!reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, wooyoung is kinda sadistic, petnames (babydoll, babe, baby, little mouse...), derogatory names (slut), slight breath play, begging, knife play, blood play, blood eating, wooyoung is just a nasty freak, biting/marking, rough sex, outside sex, creampie, mentions of wearing a mask in a sexual light at the end, implications of multiple rounds, lmk if I missed anything!!
「notes」 : HAPPY HALLOWEEN BABES!!! 🎃 we can all shout a huge ass thank you to rae for planting this seed into my mind. what she thought was an innocent little thought turned into a huge ass obsession for me. so I gift to you the result of said obsession 🙂↕️ I hope that you all enjoy this and stay spooky, my loves, mwah! 💋
now playing ➻ killing butterflies/lou bliss & dead man runnin'/seulgi
It was almost pitch dark outside, the half-moon being the only source of light in the remote area that Wooyoung had taken you to. He wanted to plan a spooky but cute Halloween date for the both of you since he knew how much you loved the spooky season. However, something about a random corn maze in the middle of nowhere didn’t exactly sit well with you. Sure, you loved horror movies, but you weren’t as stupid as some of the movie characters.
But somehow, someway Wooyoung had managed to drag you out here, although he still has another battle to fight. Getting you out of the car.
“Come on, babe, it's really not that bad. I promise.” He pleaded with you, his hand holding onto yours as he gave you his best puppy dog eyes.
The both of you have been sitting in his car for the past fifteen minutes because you just felt uneasy about being in the middle of nowhere, especially at night. Not to mention that there was barely any lighting, meaning one wrong move, and either of you could get hurt.
“Woo, we literally cannot see a thing out here; we’re gonna get hurt.” You sighed trying your best to not give into his pleading gaze, but you felt your resolve start to crumble when his bottom lip jutted out.
Wooyoung then dropped your hand before turning and reaching back into the backseat floorboards where he had a backpack sitting. Pulling the bag into his lap Wooyoung unzipped it before rummaging around and eventually pulled out a flashlight, a huge grin on his face.
“I bought a flashlight; we’ll be able to see just fine," he told you triumphantly, zipping the bag back up after setting the flashlight down in one of the empty cup holders. You could only let out a defeated sigh, knowing that you weren’t going to be winning this fight. Plus, you were already here, so why not? What’s the worst that can happen?
“Alright, fine.” You nodded your head as you started to unbuckle your seatbelt. Wooyoung let out a loud cheer, causing you to jump before pulling the keys out of the ignition and pushing his door open. A gust of cold wind blew into the car, making you shiver; the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall. Something about all of this just felt off. You couldn’t say what exactly it was, but it was there.
You reached for the door handle, but before your fingers could wrap around the handle, the door flew open, making you gasp softly. Looking up, you found your boyfriend standing there, leaning against the car door, his arm propped on the top and a teasing smirk on his lips. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull you from the car and shut the door behind you.
Standing next to Wooyoung you looked around the area, seeing the corn maze off in the distance. There was an eerie stillness about it, causing a shiver to run down your spine, or maybe that was just the wind. Without the bright sun, it was beyond freezing, the cold wind seeping through your clothes despite the multiple layers of clothing you were wearing. Noticing your discomfort, Wooyoung walked over, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame and holding you close.
You let out a content sigh as you melted into his touch, arms wrapping loosely around his waist, eyes fluttering close as you laid your head on his chest. His warmth instantly ran the cold off, leaving you warm once more.
“You promise that there’s a heater in the middle?” You asked, propping your chin on his chest to look up at him. Even in the dim lighting of the moon, he looked ethereal, and you wanted nothing more than to bite him but refrained from doing so.
Wooyoung smiled before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “I promise that you will love what I have waiting in the middle.” He promised, and you nodded, completely missing the sinister gleam in his foxy eyes.
He pulls away from you and grabs your hand before pulling you towards the corn maze. As the two of you walked hand-in-hand, you really started to notice how remote the area really was. If something were to happen, screaming would be pointless because no one would hear you. Goosebumps littered your skin when you heard the sounds of birds squawking off in the distance; that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grew. You trusted Wooyoung, though; you knew that he would never intentionally put you in harm's way, so you just swallowed the lump in your throat and continued to follow after your dark-haired boyfriend.
“Watch your step, babydoll; there’s a hole here.” Wooyoung glanced back at you as he shined the light down onto the floor under him. You grimaced slightly when you noticed how deep it was, and the thought of breaking an ankle because of it made you shiver.
You stepped around it before following closely behind Wooyoung, not wanting to stray too far, seeing as he was the one with the flashlight and you had left your phone in the car. Another gust of wind blew past you, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand tall, and your lips started to quiver.
“W-Woo, maybe we should just g-go back.” Your teeth clattered as you wrapped yourself around his arm, hoping to pull some of his warmth for yourself again.
Wooyoung glanced down at you with a sympathetic gaze before shrugging one of the backpack straps off and digging around. After a few moments, he pulled out a pair of hand warmers and handed them to you.
“Here, these should help until we get to the middle.” He whispered softly as he made sure you were set before walking towards the entrance of the corn maze.
You followed behind him once more. However, the moment you looked up, you stopped dead in your tracks. The entrance loomed over you as if waiting for the right moment to snap its jaw around you, and the crops looked to be well over a head taller than you. The moon offered no light to the entrance, almost making it look like a portal to another dimension.
You wanted to reach out and grab Wooyoung to tell him that you could just go back to the safety of your apartment and binge-watch all the horror movies you could think of. But he was already a few feet ahead of you, making his way into the maze.
“Wooyoung, wait!” you called out to him as you jogged towards him. Once you were at his side, he glanced down at you with another teasing smirk, making you roll your eyes.
You stayed right at Wooyoung’s side as he navigated the turns that uneasy feeling never going away, and the deeper you got, the more it grew. There were absolutely no landmarks to tell you whether or not you’ve been in that area, only making you even more anxious.
“You do know where we’re going right?” You asked, a hint of panic in your voice as you continued to walk, eyes flickering over to Wooyoung for a moment. Your stomach churned as the cool wind blew all around you, making the crops sway.
A loud squawk made you jump, latching yourself to Wooyoung’s arm, causing the male to burst out laughing. You glared up at him before slapping his chest, causing him to jump this time and look down at you with a cheeky smile. However, in the dim lighting, it made it look far more sinister, only making your heart race more.
“Ya know, for someone who loves horror movies, you sure are jumpy.” He teased, poking your side, and you slapped his hand away. Your heart was still hammering under your ribcage as you held onto Wooyoung’s arm tightly.
“I like to watch them, Woo, not become a part of one," you told him, sas tainting your tone, and he shook his head.
Your eyes continued to scan your surroundings as the two of you walked even deeper into the maze. Glancing back at the way you came, you weren’t too sure if you would even be able to find your way back out. Your heart continued to thump erratically in your chest as the unease crept back in, sinking its claws deeper and deeper until you were almost ready to tell Wooyoung to forget about this whole thing.
Just as you were about to open your mouth, Wooyoung stopped in his tracks, his hands patting down his pockets. You released his arm to let him look for whatever it was he was searching for, but never straying too far. He cursed under his breath before looking over at you and holding out the flashlight.
“Hold this for a second," he said. You quickly grabbed it and pointed down at the ground, where he crouched down, his backpack now in his hands.
Your lips curled inward as you watched him, wondering what it was that he was looking for. The both of you had agreed to leave your phones in the car to just enjoy each other's company so you weren’t too sure. Then the sound of a twig snapping and shuffling from behind you made your body freeze before turning to shine the light in the direction you heard the noises from, completely forgetting about Wooyoung for a second. Your heart started to race as you tried to look between the tall stalks of corn, but you couldn’t see a thing. Swallowing thickly, you continued to look, wanting to make sure that it was just your mind playing tricks on you and not something you should actually be worried about.
“Woo, did you hear that?” Your voice shook as you called out to your boyfriend; however, when you didn’t receive a response, your blood ran cold.
Spinning back around, you found the spot where Wooyoung once stood was empty, and he was nowhere to be seen. Your breathing started to grow rapidly as you whipped around in every direction, trying to find your boyfriend.
“Wooyoung, if this is one of your pranks, it’s not funny.” You called out, tears burning your eyes as your hands shook.
The air around you started to grow heavy as you tried to retrace your steps, thinking that he was hiding around one of the bends, waiting for the perfect time to jump out and scare you. You held back tears as the wind blew around you, blowing your hair into your face. Then suddenly, the flashlight started to flicker, and your heart dropped.
“No, no, no, no, you stupid thing.” You cried as you smacked the palm of your hand with the flashlight, hoping to steady the light, but it was no use as it shut off completely. Leaving you in complete darkness.
Your heart started to beat erratically as you tried to get the stupid thing to turn back on, tears dripping from your eyelashes, “please turn back on.” Pleas and cries fell from your lips as you desperately tried to get the flashlight to work once more.
The hairs on the back of your neck rose as your body went rigid when you felt a presence behind you. Your brain was yelling at you to run and get as far away as possible, but your legs were glued to the ground, unable to move.
“Run.” A voice spoke right into your ear, making you scream, and more tears spilled from your eyes. Before your mind could register it, your legs were moving you deeper into the maze, running around the bends and narrowly dodging some of the looming corn stalks.
Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as you ran until you ended up in a dead end, causing you to cry out, hands shaking violently.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You screamed, turning to go back the way you came, but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw someone standing there.
Your ears started to ring, feet shuffling away as your eyes landed on the mask they were wearing. It was a Japanese Oni mask. Your fingers tightened around the flashlight as you backed away, a small scream leaving your lip when you stumbled and they started to walk towards you. That’s when you noticed the moonlight gleaming off of an object in their hand, and your blood ran cold.
They were holding a knife.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you stumbled back until you felt the corn stalks at your back, meaning you had nowhere else to go. Tears continued to fall from the corner of your eyes as you watched them get closer until they stopped.
“I wanna play a little game…” They finally spoke, causing you to flinch, the mask muffling their voice, making it hard to disconcert who it was. You didn’t say a word as you watched them bring the knife up, head turned to look at it before snapping back to you. “A game of tag, hmm.” They hummed as they moved even closer to you, almost within an arm's reach. Your body then froze, jaw tight as they brought the knife up to your face, the point dangerously close to your cheek. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start, but…” Their hand wrapped around your throat before you could even blink, a gasp falling from your lips as they brought you closer to them. “If I catch you, then I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle.”
Your heart started to hammer in your chest as you realized that this was just some sick and twisted game, but it was the only way you could get out alive. Or so you thought, at least. Just then, the wind blew, and the scent of a familiar cologne washed over your senses, causing your body to go rigid.
“W-Wooyoung?” Your eyes went wind, hands wrapping around his wrist.
Under the mask, a deep chuckle could be heard, his grip growing tighter, but just enough to make you whimper. He stayed silent for a moment longer, gauging your reaction and loving the fear and confusion in your eyes.
“What do you say babydoll?” The use of his normal pet name for you made your stomach churn, and some of the fear started to fade away. You swallowed thickly, looking at him with wide eyes, but the words wouldn’t leave your tongue. “Wanna play a game?”
His voice dropped an octave causing your mind to swirl, lighting a fire in the pit of your stomach. However, fear starts to etch itself into your skin once more. A part of you wanted to yell at him that this little joke of his wasn’t funny and that you wanted to go home. The other part of you wanted to know what he was going to do, curiosity getting the better of you.
“Now…” He released your neck, allowing you to breathe properly, and stepped to the side, “Run along little mouse.”
You didn’t even think twice before you took off running once more, not bothering to look behind you. Even as fear coursed through your veins, you couldn’t help but also feel excited; something about it made your stomach flutter.
You tried to remember which way you came from, hoping that maybe if you got to the car, you would win Wooyoung’s little game. Yet you were sure it wasn’t that simple because finding your way out seemed almost impossible as you rounded another corner. Everything in this damn maze looked the same, and it infuriated you, tears streaming down your face.
The area around you was quiet, and it gave you a bad feeling, seeing as you were sure that ten seconds had already passed. However, glancing over your shoulder you didn’t see any sign of your masked boyfriend. You weren’t sure whether to be worried or relieved, but you did know that you weren’t going to stop.
A cry of relief fell from your lips when the flashlight finally kicked back on, allowing you to see the path in front of you. Using the light, you navigated through the maze; the cold no longer bothers you due to adrenaline. Tears continued to silently drip from your eyelashes as you rounded yet another corner, but this time you stopped short when you noticed a lantern sitting in the middle of an opening. Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest as you moved closer.
‘Maybe this is the center…?’ You thought to yourself as you took careful steps, unsure of what could be lying beyond the threshold. With each step, you started to feel more and more uneasy, a voice in the back of your mind screaming danger.
The sound of a twig snapping behind you made you turn around, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach, and a scream erupted from your lips. Wooyoung was standing mere inches away, no longer wearing the mask, and a sinister smirk playing on his lips. He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling your screams as you fought against his hold, forcing you down to the ground.
“I caught you babydoll. You lose.” He chuckled, making you lay flat on the ground, his hand still firmly placed over your mouth. You tried to use your hands to push him off, muffled screams echoing in the dimly lit area. “Scream all you want, but no one is gonna hear you.” His voice taunted you as he grabbed both of your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head, “Now, are you gonna be a good girl and take your punishment, or are we gonna have to do this the hard way?” He asked, a sinister gleam in his eyes as he stared down at you.
Your heart was hammering against your ribs as you stared up at him with misty eyes, fear settling into your bones. Fighting against his hold was pointless; he was too strong—he was always too strong. So you stopped trying, causing Wooyoung to smirk, moving his hands from your mouth, watching in sick amusement as your lips trembled.
“Good girl.” He cooed, leaning closer to your face. Your eyes fluttered as his warm breath washed over your face. His free hand then moved down to your neck, fingers tracing your jugular, leaving behind goosebumps in their wake.
“W-Woo…” Your voice shook as you called out to him, eyes opening once more to find his dark orbs already on you. The way his gaze bore into you left you squirming underneath him, and despite the fear that had its claws sunk into your brain, there was a burning desire in your gut.
“Shhh, little mouse.” He ghosted his lips over yours, and your eyes fluttered shut, awaiting his kiss, but it never came. Wooyoung pulled away from you, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he watched you chase after him, but you could only move so far with his hold on you. The smirk then dropped from his lip before his hand wrapped around your throat, causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips, eyes flying open. “You lost the game, now I get to claim my prize.”
Then, in the blink of an eye, he released your wrists and flipped you over onto your stomach. You tried to turn your head to look at him, but he was quick to grab the back of your neck and held you down in place. His free hand then trailed down your back before he looped his fingers around the waistband of your bottoms and tugged harshly.
“Woo, wait!” You cried out, not ready for the cold to bite at your bare skin as he peeled your pants from your body, a gasp leaving your lips from the sudden chill. The ground was rough against your bare legs as you squirmed in his hold until a stinging pain erupted from your ass.
“Stop moving,” Wooyoung growled, his hand pressing flat on the small of your back, halting all of your movements.
Tears stung in your eyes as you bit your lip, trying to keep from letting any noises slip. The burning sensation was soothed by the cold wind, but it didn’t last long when he delivered a few more sharp smacks to the plump flesh of your ass. Small cries and whimpers left your lips every time his hand came into contact with your skin until he stopped squeezing your ass. His fingers then moved down to your thighs, pulling your legs apart despite your protests.
“You’re such a dirty slut, look at how wet you are.” He taunted you, his fingers dipping between your folds. Your legs snapped shut around his hand when he brushed over your aching clit, this action only angering the dark-haired male. A cry tore from your lips when he slapped your thigh, tears dripping from your eyelashes. “Keep your legs open.” The growl in his voice only left you dripping more with arousal.
“Woo–”
“Shut up and spread your legs.” He demanded, his fingers around your neck tightening, making you whine. A part of you screamed at you to go against him, but the other, louder part of you told you to just listen, and maybe he’ll go easy on you. So you did as told, spreading your legs and allowing his hand to slip back down to your drenched core. “I told you I wasn’t gonna be nice if I caught you, babydoll.”
Without any warning, he plunged his finger into you, a loud moan falling from your lips as he fucked his digit into you at a merciless pace. You then slapped your hands over your mouth to muffle your moans, causing Wooyoung to chuckle darkly.
“I already told you no one can hear you out here.” He whispered as he leaned down to brush his lips against your ear. You let out another cry of his name when he added a second finger into your soaping heat, scissoring you open.
“Fuck!” You cried out, pleasure washing over your entire being as he continued to roughly fuck his fingers into you. White spots started to dance across your vision as your high crept closer, and because of the hold he had on your neck, making it hard to breathe properly, too.
Just as your high was about to crash down on you, Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, leaving you high and dry. You started to protest but were quickly silenced when he spanked you once again. You gasped at the stinging pain, fingers curling into fists.
His hand holding the back of your neck released its grip, allowing you to breathe properly. However, he combed his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful. He pulled you up by your hair, causing you to cry out. Your hands flew back to grab his wrist as tears spilled from your eyes. Once you were on your knees, he pulled your head back until you were looking up at him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about having you like this.” He smirked, taking in the state that you were in. Tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, some specks of dirt from the ground were smeared on your cheek and jaw, and god, did you look good like this. Then a dark, sinister gleam covered his iris’.
Your breath hitched in your throat when he brought something to your face. The sharp point of the knife he had earlier traced your jawline; one wrong move, and he would break the skin. You kept completely still as he brought it down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“I wonder how pretty you would look covered in blood,” He tilted his head, watching your wide eyes swim with fear. A gasp broke through your lips when he pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, the blade easily breaking the skin.
Wooyoung watched with a borderline insane smile as your sweet cherry-red blood seeped from the small wound. He watched it as it ran down your skin until it soaked into your clothes, and his smile dropped, annoyed.
You wouldn’t openly admit it, but there was something exciting about him using the knife against you. The thrill that coursed through your veins was unlike anything you’ve felt before, and you couldn’t help but want more.
The fear you felt before was almost completely gone as you looked at Wooyoung, lust pooling in your blown-out pupils. Your hands then released his wrist before moving shakily to your coat zipper, slowly unzipping it as his eyes watched you closely.
Once your jacket was off Wooyoung wasted no time in hooking the knife under the thin fabric of your shirt before pulling. You gasped when the sounds of your shirt ripping were heard, and the now tattered shirt was split, leaving you in just your bra.
“C’mere.” He growled, tugging you into his lap which you complied, your hands moving to his shoulders. He then tugged your head back once more, moving his tongue along your smooth skin, collecting your crimson blood in his mouth before biting down harshly, making you cry out.
“W-Woo– fuck!” Your fingers tightened around his shoulders as he continued to bite and suck on your neck.
The pressure between your thighs was almost unbearable, and your hips unconsciously rolled against his, resulting in a deep groan. Wooyoung dropped the knife before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting your breasts spill from their confinement.
“Look at you, already so fucked out, and I haven’t done much of anything.” He mocked you, taking in the fucked out expression on your face. His hand then fell to your hip, halting your movements, and you let out a whine. “You wanna cum so badly, then work for it slut.” His voice was low as he released your hair, letting your neck relax.
“Woo…” You whined, but your hips rocked against his nonetheless, the rough fabric of his jeans felt delicious against your aching clit. Spreading your legs a bit more, you fully pressed your hips against his, chasing your high, all while Wooyoung watched with a smug smile.
A gasp fell from your parted lips when he latched his mouth to your breast, nipping at your little bud. A shiver ran down your spine at the sensation, your mind turning to mush as he played with your boobs while you rutted your hips against his.
You could taste your high on the tip of your tongue, and you picked up your pace, needing just a little bit more to finally push you over the edge. However, just before your high came crashing down Wooyoung pulled you off of his lap.
“Woo–”
“Aww, is my little mouse getting frustrated?” He cooed at you, and you wanted to smack him, but you couldn’t even raise your hand before he had you flipped back around. You were on your hands and knees, hips hanging in the air while Wooyoung pressed against your back until your chest was flat against the ground. “Don’t worry, babydoll, you’ll get what you want in no time.”
You turned your head to look back at him, but just like before, he grabbed the back of your neck, halting your movements. Then you heard the sound of his zipper before your body went stiff as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your weeping cunt. Mewls and moans fell from your lips as he teased your slit, and he was soaking in all of your little noises, thriving off of them even.
“Woo, please!" you cried out. The pressure was unbearable, and you needed him to relieve it. Yet he was just toying with you, enjoying the way tears started to fall from your eyes once more.
“Since my babydoll is asking so nicely, who am I to say no? But don’t tell me you can’t handle it.” Wooyoung said before pushing his dick into you all at once, causing a choked moan to tear through your lungs.
He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he pulled out and slammed back into you, keeping the brutal pace. Tears blurred your vision as you tried your best to keep up with him, but it was futile. With every thrust, his tip would kiss your cervix, making you see stars.
“Fuck you’re squeezing me too tight.” He growled, free hand holding onto your hip for leverage as he fucked into you, your slick making it easier for him to move.
All that left your lips were moans and cries of Wooyoung’s name, your body becoming unbelievably warm. He chuckled as he watched you lose yourself entirely, but a cocky smirk spread on his lips when he noticed your hips moving back to meet him halfway.
He slowed his movements, “Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
You mewled as your hips picked up pace, trying to create the kind of friction he was, but it was no use. Pleas spewed from your lips as you started to grow frustrated, and Wooyoung just watched in twisted amusement.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he released your neck and grabbed your hair once more, tugging you up until your back met his chest. You cried out when he started fucking into you ruthlessly once more, the new angle allowing him to hit your sweet spot.
“Fuck!” You cursed, eyes rolling back when he moved one hand down to toy with your puffy clit. Your legs shook violently and stars danced across your vision when you felt the knot in your stomach tightened to an unbelievable level.
Your volume only grew louder the more he played with your body, and tears soaked your face. They were quieted, however, when Wooyoung shoved his middle and index fingers in your mouth, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You’re so noisy, baby.”
You wrapped your plump lips around his fingers, tongue dancing along his skin as he continued to fuck into your soaping cunt. He chuckled darkly as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, making you squirm.
“God you don’t have a clue what you do to me.” Wooyoung growled as he moved his hand from your clit to your stomach, “this…” he groaned, pressing down on the visible bulge of his cock on your stomach, “this, little mouse, is only part of what you do to me.”
You moaned around his fingers the more he pressed down on your stomach, making you feel every inch of his cock as he fucked you. The pleasure was making your brain spiral the closer you got to your climax. You wanted to beg him to not stop to let you cum, but his fingers muffled all of your words.
“Are you gonna cum babydoll?” He cooed in your ear, and you nodded, eyes squeezing shut and pushing more tears out.
You felt so close, but this one felt different than your other ones. Your body felt like it was on fire and was about to explode in a matter of seconds. His hand then moved back down to your clit, and you didn’t even get a chance to warn him when your orgasm washed over you.
A loud muffled moan erupted from your lungs as you squirted everywhere, coating Wooyoung’s fingers and clit.
“Holy fuck.” He groaned, watching you fall apart on his cock.
Your whole body trembled as Wooyoung continued to fuck you through your orgasm, but his pace never stopped. His hips snapped into your with more fever as he started to chase his own high and threw you into overstimulation in the process.
He pulled his fingers from your mouth and wrapped them around your neck as you turned your head towards him. His lips then found yours in a sloppy kiss, saliva spilled from your lips. You cried out when he started toying with your clit once more, but your noises were quickly swallowed by his mouth when he sealed your lips with his again.
With a few more sharp thrusts, he buried himself in your cunt, spilling his seed deep into your womb. The warm sensation triggered another orgasm from you, and he let out a high-pitched groan as you milked him for all of his worth.
“Shit, baby.” He whined as your cunt continued to flutter around his sensitive cock, his hold on your body tight. The air was silent as the both of you caught your breath, soaking in each other’s warmth.
Wooyoung let go of your neck, wrapping his arms around your midsection and burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your shaky hand came up to run your fingers through his sweat locks, and you laughed softly when you felt him shudder against you.
“You look like you enjoyed that, "you teased him, and he just chuckled before pulling away, staring at you through his eyelashes. The gleam in his eyes made you swallow thickly, already knowing what it meant.
“I could say that to you too, but you can only blame yourself, really.” He teased, pressing feather-light kisses along your bare shoulder and neck, “You were the one that said it’d be hot to get chased and fucked by a masked man.”
“I didn’t expect you to take it seriously!” You exclaimed, looking back at him with wide eyes, and he just smirked.
“Oh, I take everything seriously, especially when it comes to you, babydoll.” His voice dropped an octave, his hands starting to wander your body once more. “Now, why don’t we try it with the mask on, hmm?” Your body shivered at the thought of him fucking you with the mask, and he could tell when you tightened around his half-hard cock. He chuckled, nipping at your skin with a sinister gleam in his eyes. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
He didn’t waste a second before flipping you onto your back, grabbing the oni mask he was wearing earlier, and slipping it over his face. It was safe to say that you had a very long night in that corn maze, and you couldn’t walk correctly for a few days afterward, but all in all, it was worth it.
Even if you thought you were going to be murdered in the beginning.
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I WAS NEVER THERE - PART 1
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Summary: Steve returned to the 1940s to find the life he thought he wanted. But desire has its own plans—and he’s found someone who knows exactly how to feed it.
Paring: Steve Rogers/Reader Steve/Peggy
Warning: 18+ mature dark themes. Smut, Drama, Romance, BitterSweet / Possessive / Obsessive behaviour, Cheating.
Strictly 18+ No Minors to Interact.
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Dinner parties always bore you.
The fakery. The snobbery. The same faces. The same drivel. Did you know so-and-so’s son just got accepted into Harvard? Did you know so-and-so is engaged? It was always the same stories, recycled, retold on the last Friday of every month. Births, deaths, marriages, followed by a barrage of questions about your personal life.
You had slipped up once and made the mistake of mentioning to an acquaintance that you were single. Since then, these monthly shindigs came with an onslaught of introductions, with someone constantly trying to pair you with their son, their friend, or even their grandson. Their personalities, just like their names, blended together in bland tedium.
Tonight, you were huddled in a corner with Nancy, trying your best to avoid your latest suitor, Harold—the accountant from Scottsdale, when Nancy gave you a quick jab with her elbow.
“Peggy’s arrived,” Nancy hissed. “And she’s with Steven”. Your eyes followed the direction of her not so subtle head nod.
“Ah yes, the infamous fiancé back from the dead. What year did he supposedly time travel from? Twenty nineteen?” you whispered back, sarcasm thick in your tone as you scanned the crowd.
You had overheard snippets of conversations over the last few weeks about a love story transcending time and space. Brave and valiant, Steven had apparently given up a life full of every technological advancement imaginable all for Peggy, the love of his life.
Naturally, your mind reeled with disbelief. What kind of man would sacrifice a future brimming with endless possibilities just to return to his past? Was a domestic life with Peggy really that rewarding?
You thought back to your own past relationships—acquaintances and budding romances alike that had barely stayed faithful or fizzled out over trivialities. Men who chose women based on looks, status, or in your case who your father was.
The more you considered Peggy and Steven’s so-called love story, the more absurd it all seemed. He had to be a fool, you reasoned—a handsome one, no doubt, because despite her pretense otherwise, Peggy was always a sucker for a pretty face.
You weren't surprised when your gaze finally landed on the blonde colossus of a man standing next to Peggy. His perfectly styled blonde hair and the way his suit complemented Peggy’s cocktail dress made him look more like a model than anything else. Peggy stood beside him with a smug, sugar-coated grin that was enough to make your teeth ache.
“Wow...He’s something, isn’t he?" Nancy whispered, clearly smitten by the man who shook the hands of Peggy’s friends with a cordial smile. "I was never one to believe in angels, but he’s made a believer out of me.”
"I’m sure he has.” you chuckled.
“Oh, stop it! He’s handsome, charismatic—”
“Prince Charming, right out of a fairy tale…”
“I know you’re being sarcastic.” Nancy said with a ruffle, “But he could have nothing, not a single dime to his name, and I’d choose him over all the Harolds of the world.” her smile turned catty. ‘Wouldn’t you?”
You could feel her eyes gauging your reaction. “Wouldn’t you choose him over all the mugs pulling at your skirt?”
You felt her gaze lingering, waiting for your response, and you knew what she was doing—trying to provoke you. It was for this very reason why you always declined Nancy's invitations for brunch, her shopping trips to Barney's or god forbid, her weekend socials in the Hamptons. Nancy possessed a mean streak unlike any other that made her delight in poking fun at others.
Even with her limited knowledge of you, she managed to unleash her mean streak at every opportunity, often without any provocation.
She turned her attention back to the adoring couple and sighed while twirling a lock of her auburn hair around her finger, her massive engagement ring glinting obnoxiously in the light.
"I don’t know… If it were me and Harold were my only option, I'd be jealous."
“It's quite comical to me how you think looks equate to a good personality?” you replied coolly. “Have you ever stopped to consider why people make certain life choices? Because I have.”
For once, Nancy was quiet, and you savored the brief silence. Laughter erupted nearby as someone cracked a joke, Peggy’s laugh ringing out—loud and genuine. But when your gaze landed on Steven, a strange chill crept up your spine. He was smiling, but his eyes were distant, the warmth never quite reaching them.
“He could live anywhere, be anyone,” you murmured, almost to yourself. “So much power and freedom lies in Steven Rogers hands and yet he chose to come back here. To the past.” You paused, letting the weight of that choice sink in. “And for what? To chase ghosts, to piece together a life long dead and gone?” You shook your head, feeling the oddness of it all. "Can you imagine clinging to that forever?"
Your voice softened, “Sooner or later, he’ll have to face reality—that his happiness is nothing but an illusion.” You looked back at Nancy, meeting her gaze, steady and unblinking. “So no, Nancy, I don’t envy them. I pity them.”
Suddenly you felt a prickle at the back of your neck. A strange, electric pull. You looked ahead and saw piercing blue eyes locked onto yours.
Steven.
Had he heard your conversation?
It seemed impossible—he was all the way across the crowded room, surrounded by Peggy’s friends, and the jazz number blaring from the gramophone drowned out most conversations.
But somehow, his gaze cut through the noise, piercing and direct. It was as if he hadn’t just overheard your words but had found your analysis… amusing. And then, against all odds, he smiled—a slow, deliberate curve of his lips.
There was something in that smile, a peculiar weight that felt almost like acknowledgment. It caught you off guard, and you couldn’t look away.
“Are you okay?” Nancy’s voice snapped you out of your daze.
You blinked, dragging your eyes from Steven. “Hm? Yes, of course, I’m fine, silly."
“You sure?” she pressed. “I called your name several times. You looked like you were in a trance.”
“It’s so stuffy in here, don’t you think?” You said quickly as you handed your half-drunk glass of champagne to a nearby waiter. “I swear, this heat will be the death of me,” you laughed.
His gaze was still on you, making it impossible to breathe.
“If anyone misses me, I’ll be on the balcony,” you said, not waiting to hear Nancy’s response as you ushered your way through a sea of suits and cocktail dresses.
Off to the side, cigarette in hand, you peered down at the bustling city below. New York always shimmered in the summer, its lights twinkling like stars. You found solace in the hum of the streets, the distant sounds of cars and chatter. Up here, you could get lost in the lives of others—an observer in the chaos. Grateful for the privacy, you took a drag of your cigarette and exhaled. You felt like you could finally breathe again.
“Haven’t you heard? They’re bad for you.”
The hairs on the back of your neck stood to attention. Slowly, you turned to see Steven standing in the doorway, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over the small balcony. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, but his presence was anything but casual.
“Steven, isn’t it?” you asked, exhaling smoke as you pulled another cigarette from your silver case.
“Just Steve,” he corrected with a smile, and you were immediately reminded of those billboard Arrow Collar ads in Times Square—the kind where men stood tall and proud, their smiles oozing confidence.
He walked toward you, every step deliberate, his head held high like he owned the space around him. An Arrow Collar man indeed.
“You seem to have me at a disadvantage." he drawled. "You know my name but I don’t know yours”
You mentioned your name as you handed him a cigarette. Steve took your hand in his, and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it.
“Beautiful name,” he murmured, and there’s that arrow smile once again. Gently, he slid the cigarette from between your fingers and lit it with a match. The flame flickered between you, casting a brief glow on his chiseled features.
You took a drag, watching him for a moment.
“So,” you began, as you leaned against the stone balustrade, “how long have you and Peggy known each other?”
“A while,” he drawled, the low timbre of his voice slipped under your skin, causing goosebumps in its wake. “Met through work.” His blue eyes, though bright like a summer sky, carried a weight that felt far more dangerous than their color suggested. He didn’t look at the city; he looked at you.
“Same division?” You glanced away when his stare grew too much.
He paused, a faint smile playing at his lips. “Same division.” he repeated as he flicked ash from the cigarette, then turned the question on you. “And you? How do you know Peggy?”
“She used to work for my father. Now she works for my uncle. Mutual interests and all that.”
"I see," Steve said, nodding slowly. "Small world."
The silence that followed wasn’t just empty—it was loaded, buzzing with an undercurrent of something forbidden. Steve didn’t break it with meaningless small talk or faux politeness.
Instead, he just stared at you like you were the only thing that mattered, his eyes dark and intense, stripping away any façade.
As he lifted the cigarette to his lips, his tongue brushed over its edge with a deliberate slowness—a move meant to unsettle, to pull your attention and hold it there. Smoke curled upwards, but his gaze never wavered, a silent challenge sparking in his eyes: You think you know me? Here, let me show you.
Gone was any attempt to hide behind propriety. The mask of the charming fiancé slipped completely, and what was left was startling in its intensity—. Steve wanted you and he made no effort to disguise it. And in the heavy quiet, an unspoken question lingered between you both: Were you interested?
You took a steadying breath, willing yourself to maintain composure despite the relentless pull of his gaze, the softness of his lips as he pulled from his cigarette and exhaled. This was Peggy’s fiancé, after all, what was there to even say?
“It was nice meeting you,” you said finally, your voice calm and collected even though you felt it tremble “I’ll let you finish your cigarette.”
You stubbed yours out on the stone plinth beside you and turned, heading back inside. As you reached the glass doors, you caught his reflection, and you saw him crush his cigarette beneath his shoe, his gaze still following you as he watched you retreat.
As you stepped back inside, the noise and chatter of the party seemed to blur, fading under the weight of what had just happened. You felt him before you saw him—Steve, now beside Peggy, the mask of his perfect relationship slipping neatly back into place, as if nothing had happened. But you knew. And so did he.
Thanks my lovelies. I hope you've enjoyed it. Part 2 coming soon...Comments and reblogs are always appreciated.
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#steve x reader smut#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers smut#steve rogers imagine#Captain America#steve rogers x y/n
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nightmare
dark!frank x reader: Frank is sorry he has to do this to you, he really is. At least, that’s what he tells himself…and you.
content warnings: kidnapping. this blog is 18+ only, minors do not interact
hi everyone. if you think you've seen this story before, you just might've. this is a reupload. i deleted my account and all my fics. i was becoming really overwhelmed by all my WIPs and had a lot of unfinished stories and projects on hiatus. i'm going to be slowly reuploading my finished stories, and will only be uploading multichapter fics if i have them completed in advance. thank you for reading. 🖤 -rina
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It’s dark when you wake up, so dark that you question whether you have truly opened your eyes. You are not awake yet, surely not. You are merely in a dream. A pleasant dream, a quiet dream. A dream where only you can go, in a place where no one else can follow.
Not even him.
You entertain the delusion for a while, but ultimately you know it’s hopeless. The arms wrapped around your torso—tightening and loosening over and over again, as if he wants to make sure you are real, too—tether you to the present moment.
The darkness of the room no longer serves as a warm blanket. It is as if you are trapped underwater, stuck in a sinkhole, floating aimlessly throughout the cosmos. Or trapped in a basement.
You are fully conscious, alright.
If only you were alone.
In the moments after you wake, you try to take deep breaths. But as the weight on your chest builds—as you are increasingly aware of just how completely your captor is surrounding you, with your back flush up against his chest—your breathing becomes shallow, rapid. So rapid that he notices.
He notices everything.
He also seems to notice that you are crying. His grip on you tightens as he shushes you, lightly rocking you back and forth.
You feel pathetic.
“Hey. Breathe. Breathe with me, alright?”
Time passes. You’re not sure how long. But eventually, the pain in your chest dissipates. He leans over you so that he is propped up on his elbow, still spooning you but he’s…hovering.
He’s always hovering.
“Nightmare?”
You can just barely see the outline of his features. Since he left yesterday afternoon, it looks like he has acquired some new scrapes, cuts, and bruises. He always does. It disturbs you, so much so that you neglect to ask how he got them. Even with his seemingly constant stream of injuries, maybe you would have thought Frank was handsome, in some other life. You tell yourself that he’s a boxer, or a professional fighter or trainer or something.
Somehow, something in you knows better.
You can tell he wants you to say something. Terrified to disappoint—as you have before, and it certainly did not end well for you—you nod, peering up at him.
“Something like that,“ you mumble.
He reaches down and runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. His fingertips run along your temple, your cheek, your jawline. He nods, leaning his head to the side, as if admiring you. Maybe he is.
“I get them, too, you know.”
You’re unsure of what to say. You clear your throat, letting out an awkward and rather delayed “I’m sorry.”
He is silent for a few seconds. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all. You start to develop a pit in your stomach, but then he lies back down again, pulling you close against his chest. You can feel his chin pressed against the top of your head.
“I’m sorry, too,” he says, sighing. “For everything.”
You almost believe him.
Somehow, something in you knows better.
#dark!frank castle#dark!frank castle x reader#yandere frank castle#yandere frank castle x reader#frank castle x reader#dark!marvel#dark marvel#yandere marvel
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two - does this count
just us - oikawa x reader x atsumu uni! au
all you can do is hope that one day, the stars will align’’ leaving the love of your life left you in shambles, and the world kept spinning. while the world kept spinning, one door closed and another had opened. though, that first door wasn’t quite shut.
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Man it sucks seeing him like this.
Tooru, with another girl. You with Atsumu. Everything looks really bad right now.
And the cherry on top, he doesn’t even glance at you. Not even a little peek.
Your heart clenches, this is so embarrassing. Seeing the man you’re so obviously in love with, talking to a beautiful woman. You feel jealous, you feel heartbroken, and most of all: you feel guilty.
And while you witness his whole interaction, Atsumu is staring at you. He’s very confused. He follows your line of sight and tracks it straight to Oikawa.
“Hey, um.. Ms. tutor? Are ya lookin’ at Oikawa?” he asks, “Yer like a a fan girl or somethin’?” he sighs rubbing the back of his head.
His words wake you from your thoughts. Now you feel bad, you just completely ignored him and now you look like an idiot.
“Oh no!” you reply, “I was looking at something else sorry.” you sigh.
One thing about Atsumu is he can read people like a book. Seems pretty helpful in both volleyball and in the real world. “Hey, I’m honestly super desperate to study so, let’s get outta here?..” he says winking.
You smile lightly at his words. “Yeah totally, I didn’t drive here though, so we would have to take your car.” you say.
“Yeah, it’s right there.” he says pointing to a nice white truck as he presses a button on his car keys. The lights flash to signal it’s on.
And that’s when, Tooru glances slightly. And that when he finally notices you with another guy, and that guy is Atsumu Miya. His brows furrow and he blurs out the girl in front of him.
In retrospect, it did look like you broke up with Tooru to get with someone else but, it also looked like Tooru was trying to rebound within the week of your breakup. Both you and Tooru knew that.
So, as you and Atsumu get into the car, Tooru stares at you with a mixture of disbelief and disappointment.
You prop yourself into the passenger seat, feeling an awkward tension between you and him. You don’t know anything about this boy, just that he’s “intellectually challenged” and he plays volleyball.
“So, was that yer ex boyfriend or somethin’?” Atsumu asks as he situates himself in your car.
You look at him with an awkward smile. “Oh, yeah. We broke up a few days ago..” you say quietly, “How could you tell?”
“Oh I’m just really good at reading people.” he says with a small smile. “Sorry to hear about that.”
“Thanks, let’s get off this topic though. Where should we go to study?” you ask trying to lighten the mood.
“We can go to my place? If yer comfortable with that.” he says as he puts his seatbelt on.
“Fine by me.” you say, as he starts the car. The lights in the car turn on and you hear the engine turning on.
Atsumu puts the car in reverse and places his hand behind your leather seat, looking behind to see where he’s pulling out of the parking lot.
You won’t deny it. Atsumu is really hot. His confident grin, tousled blond hair, athletic build, and a magnetic charm. He was known well around the for.. getting around. So, maybe going to his place might insinuate something.
Once you got to his place, the mood shifted.
It was supposed to be harmless, productive—nothing more. But as you sit on the edge of his couch, flipping through notes you can barely focus on, it feels like there’s something heavier in the air.
Atsumu daze lingers across from you, the relaxed smile he always wears still on his lips, but his glance flickers toward you every so often, like he’s waiting for something.
A question hangs between you both, one neither of you have spoken aloud.
“Yer awfully quiet,” he says, finally breaking the silence. His voice is soft, uncharacteristically so, and it catches you off guard.
You glance up, meeting his gaze. “Just distracted,” you murmur, though you know it’s more than that. You’ve been distracted for days, maybe weeks.
The memory of Oikawa lingers in your mind—his familiar smile, the unresolved words that still tug at your heart.
Atsumu watches you closely, the way you chew at the inside of your lip, the way your fingers clutch the notebook too tightly.
“Is it ‘bout Oikawa” he says, more of a statement than a question.
“Why do you care?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes locking with yours. “Because I know what it looks like when someone’s carryin’ too much,” he says, his tone soft but firm. “And I don’t like seein’ that.”
You blink, surprised by the depth in his words. Atsumu—loud, confident, brash Atsumu—wasn’t usually one for quiet moments like these. Yet here he is, watching you with more care than you expected, more patience than you thought he was capable of.
“It’s not that simple, Atsumu,” you say, your voice breaking slightly. “He… Oikawa, I mean, he was everything. And then, suddenly, he wasn’t. I just don’t know if I can move on.”
Atsumu’s expression softens, his eyes holding a gentleness you’re not used to seeing. “Ya don’t have to move on right away,” he says, shifting to sit beside you on the couch, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his presence. “But… ya gotta stop lettin’ him hold ya back. He’s not here. I am.”
His words hit you harder than you expected, cutting through the fog of confusion and hurt that’s been clouding your mind for months. He’s right. Oikawa isn’t here, hasn’t been since the breakup.
You feel the tears well up, and before you can stop them, one slips down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“
Atsumu interrupts, his voice gentle. He reaches out, his hand hesitating for a moment before settling on your shoulder. “It’s okay. Ya don’t have to apologize for feelin’ stuff.”
You look at him, really look at him, and see the sincerity in his expression. He’s not trying to push you, not trying to be something you’re not ready for. He’s just… there. And that’s enough.
“You make it sound so easy,” you murmur, your voice cracking slightly.
“It’s not easy,” he admits, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But it’s worth it.”
For a long moment, you sit in silence, the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future hanging between you.
“Ya don’t have to have it all figured out,” he says softly, leaning back and giving you space but keeping his presence close. “Just… let me be here for ya, okay?”
You nod, feeling something shift inside you. It’s not a full release—Oikawa’s still there, still part of you—but it’s a start. And maybe, just maybe, Atsumu’s right. Maybe you don’t have to carry it all on your own anymore.
“So does this count as a study session?” he says trying to lighten the mood with a cheeky smile.
You laugh while fixing yourself. “Sure.”
#haikyuu atsumu#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu oikawa#haikyuu#miya astumu#oikawa tooru#atsumu x reader#oikawa x reader#anime
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can we bring back fun fics? ya know when they weren’t taken too seriously, where we were simply writing them to feel that ooshy gooshy feeling and laugh and feel. nowadays i feel like all that matters is how intense the smut is, and trust i love smut. i am its number one fan. but i feel like its become a means to popularity, only writing it because it’s following a status quo of readers who only care about fics when it includes filth. like its not wrong to want the filth. we all love the filth. but please bring back the silly little plots. give me one bed, give me unrealistic fake dating, give me a wild crossover with fandoms that shouldn’t work together but do, give me something crazy like aliens invading or dinosaurs! like all of those things can lead to tooth rotting fluff or shaky knees smut. just bring back the feels! the silliness! the reasons why we all stay up until all hours of the night devouring these works of art!!
#this isn’t an insult to anyone who prefers only smut or only fluff#don’t make it into something it’s not#i just miss when we all wrote crazy long fics that weren’t just about getting dicked down#there was more there was laughs and omgs and kicking of feet or changing of underwear#i know a lot of us don’t write like that anymore because the community is in shambles#and readers barely interact with anything#but fuck them#write for me#write for yourself#bring back the love of writing
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nothing is more soul crushing than finding out pages and pages worth of fic planning is permanently gone and deleted from any recovery/storage space bc it was something probably deleted from at least 2 years ago 🧍♀️
#sophie's idle chatter#MY BLACK CLOVER FIC PLANNING WITH THE ARCS AND INTERACTIONS AND GROWTH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#actually having a meltdown pls i got back into it again today bc i have sooo much to catch up with the manga esp aND TELL ME WHY#I HAVE BARELY EVEN A FIFTH LEFT OF WHAT I PLANNED OUT IN MY NOTES YEARS AGO??? AND EVEN THE GOOGLE DOC I HAD#DEDICATED AS A BACKUP IN CASE I LOST THE NOTES FILE WHILE TRANSFERRING TO MY CURRENT PHONE IS GONE AS WELL???#WHY ARE MY DEVICES HATING ON THE BLACK CLOVER AGENDA I DID NOT INVEST MY TIME AND MONEY FOR THIS BETRAYAL#HEAD IN HANDS I AM /GRIEVING/ U DONT UNDERSTANDKJSDFH#looking at my sad little notes page with barely anything on it... im going to throw up oh my god#i still remember some of the stuff and ideas i had for the series but thats not enough for everything i had originally....#all the nozel interactions... readers backstory and growth... yami and fuegoleon and kirsch and nacht and damnatio and julius and zora and-#man... im going to go sleep with tear streaks and wake up to go to uni tmrw with puffy eyes i cant do this#my little 16-17 year old self would be having the meltdown of the century if she saw this... but current 19 year old me is having it instea#huhu.... my fic planning.... man....
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Saw the Epilogue for Liar Satsuki just now and yeah no, I was coping when I thought it'd make things better. I still can't believe Akira and Satsuki didn't end up together. After EVERYTHING these two have been through together. Komachi is not even slightly as relevant for most of the manga, and you can say what you want about both their abilities tying them together thematically and what not, but frankly the entire manga set it up such that Akira x Satsuki was the obvious choice.
#unma rambles#liar satsuki can see death#usotsuki satsuki wa shi ga mieru#also the dad thing is... fine. Could've been done better if it was given more chapters to breathe#and the way he acted to her still makes me upset thinking about it#so seeing him forgive Satsuki but not acknowledge how much he's hurt her really annoys me#bullshit that things will get better fucking tell your daughter sorry#okay I'm sure he probably says it off screen given it ends on “We need to have a talk” but like#I can't just accept that#but this is just a me thing tbh#at the end of the day it's fine#honestly this is probably the first yuri to leave me so annoyed at its ending#I've read and dropped bad yuri before#not often does it leave me annoyed because I have a high tolerance#but like#wow this is the first time I've been mad at the ending of a love triangle#and part of that is that one side of the love triangle didn't even exist!#it appeared in the last few chapters and suddenly won#it makes no sense from anything but a thematic standpoint#and even then it fucking sucks on that point because Komachi and Satsuki barely interact directly compared to Akira#like if you wanted Satsuki x Komachi to be endgame#YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE SO MUCH TO MAKE THE READERS LIKE SATSUKI X AKIRA#the collective despair of the mangadex comment section upon realizing that this was the ending they were getting#yeah. I felt the same way man#okay that's it. I have things to do. ramble over.#rambling in the tags
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imagine being fwbs with gojo n in the middle of folding you like a lawn chair he noses at your cheek n goes “hey do u wanna be my girlfriend?”
✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ BEST OF THE BEST — GOJO SATORU.
contents. fwb! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, non canon compliant (suguru and shoko are ur friend group >:( tyvm), very cheesy ending my b, yes i made a reference to this is where you’re weak, right? sue me, petnames (sweetheart, sweet girl, princess, baby)
“bet you were waitin’ for this all day, huh sweetheart?” satoru always has a way with words—a very unique, special, and irritating way with words that routinely manages to get under your skin.
you would scoff—in fact, you would call him quite a colorful variation of words if his thick cock wasn’t pressing comfortably against your sweet spot.
so instead, you gasp a quiet, “f-fuck—right there.”
“yeah, i know,” he chuckles, “this is where you need me, huh? where you’re weak?”
you can’t do anything but whimper at that, hands wrapped tightly around him as they claw into his shoulder. he always wears the marks you leave like a good sport too—shows up to the gym in a tank top that shows them off good and well, right for suguru to see them clear as day. you almost block satoru right on the spot when he sends you a selfie in the mirror, showing off the angry marks with a wink following.
it’s a bit of a predicament, fucking your high school friend and not letting anyone know. the idea of shoko and suguru finding out that every other night, satoru is in your bed as his cum leaks out of your abused cunt is enough to make you nauseous—but never nauseous enough not to open the door for him.
the most unfortunate fact you’ve learned in your life is that satoru knows how to fuck—in fact, he knows how to fuck you well enough that you let him come back. it’s a bit shameful, really, the way you let him knock on your door, the way you open it and let him in, the way you actually fuck him and let him sleep in your bed until the morning.
and then (because he’s an asshole) he wakes up, gives you a sly wink, and murmurs i’ll be back soon, yeah? keep that bed warm for me, sweetheart.
“c-close, toru—‘m gonna….gonna—”
“gonna what? cum? already? barely even fucked you yet,” he hums, hooking your leg over his shoulder before all but pressing you in half. you mewl at the way his tip brushes past your folds and splits you in half—deeper this time with the new position. “look at that,” he coos, staring down at the way his cock slips in and out of you, “takin’ me so well, sweet girl. i think you can go a bit longer, don’t you?”
“m-more, more—need—”
“i know, i know,” he grins, “need me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? don’t worry, princess. i’ll give you more.”
his hips snap into you, pelvis rocking against yours as his pre cum and your slick mix, making a mess between your bodies as it coats your skin. you gasp, pulling satoru closer as his head falls to tuck into your shoulder, his labored breaths fanning against the shell of your ear.
“‘s good,” you whine, “f-feels good, toru.”
“yeah? feel that? squeezin’ me so tight, i can barely move,” he groans, letting out a sweet, low sound into your ear that has your spine shivering—you think you could come undone from that, from the sounds he makes as your walls flutter around him.
you think everything about satoru is enough to send you over the edge, from the sound of his voice to that pretty face of his when he spills into you.
you know he’s close—you can feel the slight twitch of his cock as his pace gets sloppier, as his thumb finds your clit and rubs desperate circles into the sensitive nerves, as he practically presses your knees to your shoulders and bullies his throbbing cock deep into your dripping cunt. and you’re close too, head spinning as your eyes flutter shut and your lips part with a broken wail.
“c-close—‘gonna cum, toru,” you gasp, voice coming in labored pants as his breath hitches.
you look perfect like this—like you’re his, like your body was made for him to touch in sinful ways, like it was his cock that was always supposed to fit into you and make you fall apart. his hand grabs yours, and without thinking, both of your fingers interlace.
“baby,” he hums, his nose pressing into your cheek as he kisses the skin softly, “‘m gonna make you mine, yeah? wanna be my girlfriend? my sweet girl? you want it, right?”
you should be shocked—you should stop and ask him what he means, what he’s playing at, what he thinks he’s doing toying with your mind.
instead, you gasp, pulling him closer as your walls spasm around him, back arching and eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly snaps and you cum. hard. harder than he’s ever made you before. does the idea of being his really do that to you? does the idea of being his sweet, precious girl outside of your bed at night really send you hurdling over the edge like that?
evidently, it does—and your high sends him right into his own. like he needs you to fall apart so he can too, like the way he knows you feel good makes him feel good too. maybe he does want you, maybe it’s not a sick joke. the way his voice cracks with a strained call of your name certainly says as much—the way his hand tightens its grip on yours, the way his hips rut desperately as he presses impossibly closer, the way he presses hot, scattered kisses along your cheek and jaw as he groans through his release.
it’s messy. it’s filthy. it’s downright dirty the way satoru fucks his cum into you, letting it drip down your thighs and mark your skin—but it feels like being his.
you think you might want that.
he’s gentle when he finishes—carefully unhooks your legs from his shoulders before running a hand along your thigh and squeezing as he observes the cum dripping between your legs. you huff when he collapses over you, glaring at him as his weight presses onto your form.
“you’re heavy,” you grunt, smacking at his shoulder.
he hums, nose pressing to your jaw as he kisses it. “not moving till you answer me.”
“satoru, don’t joke about—”
“how rude,” he gasps, “you think i would joke while i’m balls deep in—”
“oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands, “please stop talking.”
he grins, chuckling as he shuffles up to bury his face into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. “you don’t wanna be my girlfriend? that’s gonna hurt my feelings, y’know.”
satoru has always been like that, wearing an easy grin and plastering that playfulness on like a second skin. you can hear it though—the slight unease in his voice. you can’t fathom letting everyone know that sometimes, you let satoru fuck you…but maybe knowing that sometimes, you hold hands, and maybe kiss, and perhaps snuggle on the couch, and potentially even share a bed to sleep, not just fuck, but sleep—maybe they can know that.
that doesn’t sound so bad.
“that depends,” you hum, pretending to think, “how good at being a boyfriend are you?”
“excellent,” he plays along, “best of the best.”
“that’s just big talk. you could be lying for all i know,” you point out—but your fingers slip into his hair, twirling the sweaty strands along your fingers.
“well, you’ll just have to let me prove i’m a good boyfriend—so that means i have to be your boyfriend. sorry, it’s the only way.”
if satoru hears the giggle you try to hide as you sigh exaggeratedly, he doesn’t mention it, lips pulling into a giddy smile as he pulls his head out of your neck and presses his forehead to yours. your hands cup his cheeks, squeezing gently.
“i guess if this is the only way,” you shake your head theatrically, “you can be my boyfriend. for now.”
“i’m grateful,” he snorts—and then there’s a peck to your lips. one, two, three gentle kisses before he presses a lingering one. it’s sweet, and slow, and just a bit needy as he presses deeper into you. “now i can tell suguru the scratches on my back are yours. he’s been asking a lot.”
leave it to satoru to speak and ruin the moment just by opening his mouth.
“satoru,” you hiss, throwing him a sharp look, “i think you’d be a better boyfriend when your mouth is shut.”
“then i can’t kiss you,” he gasps, “that’s the best part of being my girlfriend.”
and just to prove it, he kisses you again—and maybe, although you hate to admit it, he’s right. it is the best part.
i wanna be his girlfriend :(
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Hi!!! Hope your doing wonderfully 🫶I absolutely adore your work! And this is the first time in asking anything, but if you haven't yet can you do a shy guys x popular reader with a lil spice but no smut! I'd appreciate it 🥹 have a lovely day or night 🩷
YUUUMMYYY oh my goodness i spiced but i think i spiced too much and if i did i am SO SORRY IM JUST A FREAK!!! but i hope you enjoy this piece and thank you so much for sending in a request!! MWAHH <33
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∘˙○˚.• DON’T BE SHY ∘˙○˚.•
{pairings (separate): shy satoru gojo, megumi fushiguro, & yuji itadori x popular f!reader}
summary: how the boys are pathetically down bad for favorable you <3
warnings: college!au, mentions of drinking, HELLAAA sexual mentions and theming mdni, no smut but girl damn near it, pining af, cursing, aged up characters, afab!reader, pet names, they want you BAD in each of their stories HEHEHE, mentions of alcohol.
word count: 5.3k
authors note: WHO WANTS MLB!MEGUMI BC I SURE FUCKING DO!! HES COMING NEXT MY LOVES but here’s a little something to keep you fed in the meantime <33 I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE IT! ILY!
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∘˙○˚. SATORU GOJO ∘˙○˚.
satoru wasn’t by any means a loner in college.
he had his own cute little group of friends and his own cute little outings and his own cute little interactions with his classmates, his rank on the popularity scale running somewhere around the middle (something he can thank his gorgeous eyes and gorgeous face for), but never even coming close to where you were at, a place many tried to reach but never had the qualities that you did— your place being at the top.
but satoru was too shy for his own good. too timid as he watched your breathtaking magnificent self walk down the halls and right by him in between classes— surrounded by people, you barely even noticing him, but him already memorizing the exact scent of your perfume you chose to wear that day, watching with love struck eyes and sweaty palms as his sickingly sweet obsession over you only grew by the years.
you were an absolute goddess in his eyes. you could never hurt him or be mean to him even if you tried, and it was a little pathetic how much he liked you— his little boyish crush that only shrunk him down to the mere size of a lady bug, his increased bashfulness when you’re around only doing him more harm than good as it started to affect his studies and sleep schedule.
but that wasn’t your fault, oh absolutely not.
it was his. all his. he wanted to take the blame for everything. he doesn’t care what.
even when you accidentally bumped into him at a party one night because you were a little tipsy, him stumbling over and you apologizing profusely as his heart stopped upon realizing it was you. and even when you accidentally dropped your red solo cup on his favorite blue washed jeans later on, your alcoholic beverage leaving a patch of wet on his thigh that made you apologize profusely to him again, satoru shaking his head and telling you repeatedly that it was his fault. he was in your way. he should be sorry.
you could dump an entire twenty five ounce bottle of smirnoff on his head and he’d still tell you he was to blame. that’s how much he liked you.
so as you gently took his hand and tugged him to stand up, you leading him through the crowd, your fingers interlaced with his? satoru went into a fucking frenzy.
his cheeks burned as you led him up the stairs and to the nearest bathroom, your lovely skin tight dress squeezing and hugging you in every right way in front of him that he internally panicked as he felt his dick stretch against his jeans, him wanting to end it all as he hoped you didn’t notice it and think he was a pervert.
“oh my god i’m so sorry—” you pulled him in and shut the door behind you, silencing what seemed like twenty different people calling out to you, for your attention, satoru swooning over the way you paid them no mind in return and focused entirely on him.
he felt so lucky.
he awkwardly sat himself at the edge of the tub as you crouched down and rummaged through the cupboard below the sink, your lips in a cute pout.
“i always get so stupid when i’m buzzed and i totally didn’t see you when i was walking…”
your tone was whiny and apologetic, and satoru’s heart physically could not take it.
“it’s— it’s okay..” he mumbled shyly, cheeks pink. “it was me i—” he averted his gaze once you turned to look at him. “i wasn’t paying attention…”
“but are you okay though?” your voice was immensely sweet and doting, it almost sounding like you were babying him as you walked over to him with a damp hand towel.
and he was all fucking over it.
he stiffly nodded and looked down at his lap, throat closing.
“i put a stain remover on this so i at least don’t leave a red mark on your jeans!” you smiled, an enchanting one at that as your clear lip gloss glistened under the dim light. “and i’m really sorry again! i hope i didn’t ruin the party for you…”
his eyes shot up and he shook his head frantically. “n—no! you didn’t it’s okay!” he tugged at the collar of his button up, feeling a little hot. “y—you did nothing wrong...”
you gleamed, and as satoru reached a trembling hand up for the towel to clean himself off, you pulled it back with a cute shake of your head.
“i’m doing it, silly! i’m the one who spilled it.”
“but!—”
you got down on your knees in front of him and his hands literally slapped over the edges of the tub as he gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning pure white as you calmly spread his legs and inserted yourself in between, your face fucking hovering over his dick and his cheeks turning even pinker as lewd thoughts dashed across his sick mind.
you noticed the look on his face and laughed.
“are you nervous? don’t be! i’m just gonna clean you up and ill be out of your way love.”
satoru didn’t want you out of his way, not ever. and the way you called him love had him already picturing you in a pretty white dress with a veil walking down the aisle to him.
he swallowed.
you had your arms resting over his thighs for support as you rubbed a circular tugging motion over the spot on his jeans, your eyebrows pinched in concentration as you tried to get the red stain out, your soft hair slipping from your shoulders and landing over his lap with satoru’s fingers itching to touch it.
“at the last party i threw, i also spilled a drink on a guy.” you giggled.
he felt a twinge of bubbling jealousy.
“did you—” he nervously looked at you. “did you also… help him?”
you smiled cutely. “nope! because he was making out with someone in the middle of my kitchen and he was in my way.”
thank god.
you huffed and leaned back to sit on your calves. “like— have some decency. i get you want to have a little kiss but if you’re doing it right where the vodka mix is? blocking it? i’m not helping you. your girl can help you.”
satoru giggled a little, and you folded the towel neatly and settled it beside you, proud of your work at removing the stain from his pants as you set your hands on your hips.
“and what about you?”
“me?” he mumbled.
“mhm!” you raised a silly brow and leaned closer to him, satoru inching backwards nervously at the proximity. “have you ever made out with someone like that?”
“well— well—”
satoru’s never kissed anyone.
“well what?”
he ran a slow embarrassed hand through his fluffy white hair and grimaced.
satoru is timid, shy, friendly, and a dork. but one thing he isn’t? is a liar. especially if it was you— even though all he wanted to do in life was impress you and have you not think he was a fucking loser.
“i’ve never uh—” he struggled. “kissed… someone.”
his words were so quiet and mumbly, completely ashamed of himself as his cheeks continued to glow pink.
but your eyes widened.
“what? you’ve never kissed anyone?”
he shook his head, eyes to his lap.
“but you’re so hot?”
satoru shot up. “h—huh?”
“yeah!” you grinned. “you are! have you ever had a girlfriend?”
he shook his head again.
“what?! how?!”
you placed a shocked hand over your mouth, your voice soft and astonished. “what a crime…”
he smiled shyly at your compliments, reduced to absolute putty in your hands at the moment as he couldn’t believe you thought he was even remotely attractive.
you confidently swung your arms up and threw them around his neck, and he froze.
your eyes were really suggestive, your gorgeous face looking up at him and his wide eyes looking down at you, your fingers gently running across the back of his neck and hair as he almost whimpered at what you were doing.
“wanna kiss me?”
“y-you?” he choked out, and you giggled softly.
“uh huh! o—only if you’re okay with it—” you pulled away a little, shoulders deflating. “i just figured—”
satoru noticed the way you started to lean back, your arms slipping from around his shoulders and his hands shot out then— grabbing your wrists as he pulled you back in and settled them around him.
was this real? actually? or was he just really drunk?
“yes!” he settled down a bit, sheepish. “yes i—i’m okay with it.”
you took in his eager bashful expression, and grinned.
“okay!”
you leaned and kissed his soft lips, pulling satoru in as his fingers shakily snaked over your waist and around you, not believing for a second that he was actually kissing you.
and you moved your lips slowly and delicately over his, trying to pry his mouth open more with your tongue and guide him on how to kiss you back, him diverting all of his focus to that as he tried to mimic your movements.
it started with innocent pecks at first, you trying to ease him into it and not make it overwhelming for him as you carefully amped up the difficulty little by little.
and he got the hang of it, fast, and you squeaked a noise of surprise when he suddenly shoved his long tongue in your mouth and slid his hands further down to your ass, squeezing as if he had every right to, completely forgetting that he technically didn’t.
what a greedy little thing… but you loved it.
he instantly pulled back.
“sorry i’m sorry!” he sputtered, pulling his hands to his chest like he’d just touched something scalding hot. “i don’t know why i—”
you giggled. “it’s okay! i liked it.”
“y—you did?”
“uh huh!” you nodded, leaning in seductively. “maybe you should do it again… and maybe underneath my dress, to get a better feel y’know?”
satoru couldn’t even respond as you latched your lips back on his, and he kissed you back desperately, wanting to impress you and do good for you so he could properly earn the right to feel you up like you had requested.
but he got greedier, and his hands were back on your ass squeezing and palming the fat of it, breathing heavily through his nose as he started to tug your dress up a little to feel your skin, the lace of your panties grazing his fingertips and making him fucking light headed.
his body was literally numb as you pulled apart suddenly, both of your lips swollen and red.
“wanna go to my room?”
∘˙○˚. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ∘˙○˚.
“if i can’t do it i’m turning the car around.”
“megs you cannot do that when we get there though!”
megumi shook his head. “and why not?”
“because you’ll scare every one away! what the hell is ‘with this treasure i summon—‘“
“yeah so that way everyone will think i’m a freak and leave me the fuck alone!”
you and megumi have been best friends since middle school, carbon copies of tweedle dee and tweedle dum as your personalities matched with each other’s so identically yet so differently at the same time, that you both bickered every waking second you were together.
which was all of the time.
though you had a better reputation than megumi did. you were popular, beautiful, and everyone wanted to get to know you as your unique personality struck joyous chords with anyone that was lucky enough to come across and get to know you.
all things megumi would never admit out loud to your face.
and he was just regular— popularity and social statuses something he didn’t give a shit about as he kept to himself and didn’t speak to a single soul unless it was yours.
“but i thought you said you wanted to come with me!” you whined.
megumi huffed and made a sharp turn as he drove. “you dragged me i told you no i don’t like parties and you started crying—”
“okay and?” you grumbled. “what so now i can’t cry in front of you? i can’t show my emotions and use my right of freedom of speech?—”
“oh my god.” he dragged an exasperated hand down his cheek. “you’re putting words into my mouth—”
“and you’re putting knives into my heart with how much you hate me.”
he parked on the side of the street and turned off the ignition, hooking his keys on one of his belt loops before he gave you an annoyed look.
“am i not in the car.”
“you are.”
“and am i not here at this party with you.”
“you are.”
“so what more do you want.”
“a kiss.”
“fuck off—” megumi pressed his hand flat on the side of your head and nudged you away before stepping out of the car with pink cheeks, your laughter ringing through the air as you shut the door and ran to catch up with him.
“just be nice please. my friends sometimes wanna talk to you and you look like you’re plotting.”
“maybe it’s because i don’t wanna talk to them.” he mumbled.
through his hard exterior, you knew megumi was just shy, and often times had difficulty talking to people or expressing himself— you really being the only exception in his life.
that’s why in every social situation that you dragged him to, he clung to you like sticky stubborn gum and never left your side— you of course not minding at all and it actually making you feel better to have him always there, your thing being interlocked pinkies as you navigated.
“no it’s because you’re shy and that’s okay!—”
megumi scoffed and kept walking, but the minute you both walked across the lawn and up the steps of the porch, he turned around and let you in front of him— his pinky out like usual.
you smiled softly to yourself and looped yours with his, pinkies closing like a lock before you pulled him inside.
it was dark and humid as fuck already, and you tried your best to politely push through the crowd of hammered and sweaty people in search for the kitchen, you not realizing how megumi literally pushed and shoved people behind you so they wouldn’t topple you over, them too inebriated to care.
“y/n!”
“hi guys!” you gushed, your crowd of friends beaming at the sight of you and handing you drinks without you even having to ask, you passing one back to megumi smoothly.
you both mostly spent the night mingling and drinking with your friends, playing little games and giggling quietly whenever someone would ask megumi a question and he would just stammer in response, blushing and grumpy at your teasing once he got the interaction over with.
and at some point, half of your friends had gone to the main area to dance, and you turned to him.
“megs.”
“yes.”
“do you wanna dance with me?”
“fuck no.”
“whyyyy!” you whined, dropping your forehead on his shoulder.
“because i don’t like dancing.”
“no one’s gonna notice anyways! it’s dark over there like completely.” you looked at him. “just come with me please.”
“no.”
“i’ll give you a kissy.”
megumi gave you a deadpanned look. “what is it with you wanting to give me a kiss?”
you ignored his comment. “i’ll do anything.”
“nope.”
“fine.” you stood up and tugged your dress down. “i’m just gonna ask some other guy and maybe when i tell him he’ll get a kiss out of it he’ll do it—”
megumi quickly grabbed your wrist, eyes narrowed.
“are you actually?”
“yes.”
his heart dropped.
“you’re gonna pimp yourself out for a dance?”
“yes! you know i love to dance—”
megumi stood and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the dance floor as you cheered and happily skipped behind him.
upon arriving, he remained stiff, bored, and fucking nervous with flushed cheeks and crossed arms while you danced, gently swaying and moving to the beat as bright neon laser lights occasionally drifted across the crowd— illuminating red cheeks and sweaty bodies.
it really was incredibly dark, and megumi could barely even see you standing in front of him as the bass of the music drummed through his body.
he let you when you reached up and uncrossed his arms— instead wrapping them around your waist as you threw your arms around his neck, him swallowing thickly.
“dance megs.” you spoke gently in his ear. “like this just sway—”
you moved your hips a little more, and though he didn’t exactly copy you, he stiffly just kind of swayed with you.
“i hate dancing.”
you laughed. “do you hate me?”
“no.”
far from it actually.
“then this should be fuunnn! just let loose a little.”
“i am letting loose.” he grumbled.
“you feel like a little stick though.”
“a stick?!”
you giggled loudly, throwing your head back as you did, the sight making megumi melt.
“yes! i’m gonna start break dancing if you don’t.”
he gave you an incredulous look. “huh? you’re not serious.”
“that i am.”
“y/n i’m moving with you i’m dancing—”
“but your arms are just around my waist! you’re not even moving with me what are you talking about?!”
“what are you talking about?!”
you huffed and stopped moving. “i’m gonna dance with someone else—”
you let go of him and turned but megumi only pulled you back.
“no you’re not and you’re not kissing them either so don’t even think about it—”
“you can’t tell me what to do—”
you pushed at his chest with both of your hands, trying to get him to let go of your waist— his strong grip not letting you.
“why are you being such a brat?!” he exclaimed.
you broke free and started walking.
“a brat that’s gonna dance with someone else!—”
megumi flew and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you back around before literally smashing his lips to yours, your eyes widening in complete shock.
there was your kiss.
he pulled away. “s—sorry i—”
you shook your head and grabbed his cheeks, bringing his lips back in to yours as they moved sloppily and fast, almost matching with the music as his arms engulfed around your waist and pulled you in.
you swiped your tongue over his and whimpered, you figuring he couldn’t hear it over the music but being dead wrong as he felt the blood rush to his dick the minute he heard it.
you pulled away. “what are— what are we doing?”
his chest heaved as he looked at you, cheeks pinky like always and eyes blown wide. “i don’t— i don’t know—”
you wiped your wet mouth with the back of your hand. “do you wanna— stop? i—”
you didn’t know why you were asking, knowing damn well you didn’t want to stop.
“fuck no.”
“okay—”
and his mouth was back on yours, kissing you and running his hands up and down over your body in absolute need, you doing the same as you ran your hands over his chest and down, down, down…
“can i—” you spoke in between kisses. “i’m gonna—”
megumi did it for you and pressed your hand flat against his groin, you palming him slowly as he took in a sharp inhale and broke from your lips, his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulders with his cheek mushed up against the side of your head, eyes screwed shut at how good it felt.
you continued to palm him through his jeans, going a little firmer when you felt his breath literally tremble in your ear as he shook.
“shit—” his arms tightened around you. “wait—” pant “i’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep—”
“do it.”
“no!” he choked and his hips pressed into your palm, wanting more. “let’s go— to the car. the car please—”
you nodded and pulled back, but stopped.
“megs if we do this we can’t go back, okay?” your chest heaved, a little fidgety. “we can’t— we can’t go back to being just friends i don’t wanna be just friends—”
he shook his head and looped his pinky with yours, leading you through the crowd and speaking over his shoulder.
“we won’t.” he started.
“i don’t wanna be just friends anymore either.”
∘˙○˚. YUJI ITADORI ∘˙○˚.
being good at math had its perks.
yuji was able to get by in every math related class, never had an issue with studying, and even tutored some of his friends and classmates as a side job to pay for his college classes and tuition.
but the minute you approached him one day— you, one of the most popular girls on campus, president of your sorority, life long crush and the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, asking if he was able to tutor you on wednesdays?
being good at math became a blessing and a curse.
yuji thought he was well off at math… but if he was to tutor you, he wanted to be fucking albert einstein at it so he didn’t look like a fucking idiot if he happened to come across a topic he didn’t know how to teach.
and as he sat on his desk chair in his dorm, textbooks and materials laid out and ready to go as he wiped his clammy hands on his pants for the thousandth fucking time, he heard you softly knock on his door.
oh fuck.
“hi yuji!” you greeted sweetly, him smiling back at you as he stepped to the side to let you in.
“hey! were you able to find my building okay?”
you both walked over to his desk and sat down, you right next to him on an extra chair— your perfume engulfing his senses and your pretty hair over your shoulders neatly.
“oh no i was fine!” you got your little notebook out with your pencil case. “one of my friends is dorming in this building too so i knew where it was.”
he nodded happily and politely, shitting it inside but doing a damn fucking good job at not showing it— though the reddening of his cheeks was something he couldn’t control no matter how hard he tried.
since you could only see him once a week, the duration of the tutoring sessions was a lot longer than the rest of his clients, and though yuji literally offered to tutor you for free whenever you wanted, you profusely denied and mentally decided to pay him double for his kindness.
you nervously fiddled with your fingers as he opened the textbook and flipped through the chapters you needed help with, and upon noticing, he frowned.
“sorry is it hot in here? i could open—”
“no! it’s okay!” you shook your head. “sorry i just— i’m really bad at math so i’m sorry if you can’t get anything through my head…”
you giggled nervously, and yuji just about cried.
“oh! don’t worry about that! that’s why i’m here to help.”
he beamed, his smile so big and bright that you found yourself copying his exact expression.
he was so nice.
“right!”
and he did help. yuji was exceptional at teaching, and concepts you had found hard to grasp before during class by your own professor was easy peasy with him, his bubbly and animated way of teaching you something that pulled you in and kept you engaged.
after two hours of tutoring, yuji sat back on his desk chair and exhaled.
“phew, let’s take a break! is that fine?”
“mhm!” you chirped, putting your pencil down and smiling. “you’re really good at teaching yuji, like really good.”
“oh thanks!” he blushed, giving you a cute little smile. “i— i like math so i just, teach y’know..”
you nodded. “what’s your major? is it something to do with that?”
“oh no—” he shook his head. “i’m majoring in finance so i get a lot of math classes.”
“huh?!” you gasped, completely astonished. “i thought your major had something to do with teaching i’ve— i’ve never understood math before until you… you’re brilliant!”
he gulped, your praises washing over him and making him feel tingly all over.
yuji gave you a wobbly shy smile. “t—thank you y/n!”
you grinned kindly, your pretty face making him want to word vomit how gorgeous he thought you were and maybe even sort of ask you to be his wife.
“do you um— are you thirsty? i have—”
he shot up clumsily and walked over to his mini fridge. “i have water? here—”
he didn’t even let you respond as he took a bottle of cool water and handed it to you, you taking it gratefully.
“i— i also have these!”
he reached in again and gave you a little glazed donut pastry, wrapped neatly in a clear bag that had the bakery’s logo on the front.
“oh no yuji it’s okay!” your eyebrows pinched together in worry. “i don’t wanna take what’s yours just the water is fine!”
he shook his head and closed the fridge, sitting back down on the chair next to you. “it’s all good! it’s your reward for hanging on for two hours of tutoring.”
his smile was so kind and sweet, and you bit your bottom lip as you softly thanked him.
“how’s um— how’s your sorority going?” yuji asked.
“my sorority?” you tilted your head to the side. “how’d you know i’m in a sorority?”
“oh! well—” he went completely fucking pink. “s—sorry you’re kind of popular so i just heard..”
you hummed and quickly nodded. “no it’s okay! i didn’t know people were talking about me like that.”
you laughed a little, and yuji thought you were so humble.
“it’s going great! it’s really kind of you to ask.” you crossed your legs and leaned an elbow on your knee, your chin coming down to rest on the palm of your hand. “it’s a little stressful to manage but i love my girls so, they definitely make it easier.”
yuji lit up. “that’s great! i’m glad it’s going well… i— i know i don’t know much about sororities and things like that but i have no doubt in my mind that you’re the most qualified and deserving of a position like that…”
your eyes softened, and your heart literally ached in the best way over his compliment.
“thank you yuji… seriously. you’re so nice!”
you giggled, and it made him gnaw at the inside of his cheek.
the tutoring session continued after that, and just when you had reached your final hour, you slumped over his desk and groaned softly.
“i’m sorry yuji… my motivation is running out.”
he laughed softly. “it’s okay! it happens. if you want we can stop here—”
“no!” you shot up. “i have to get through it i’ll be so mad at myself if i don’t.”
he looked at you, his eyes gentle. “you’re doing really great so far y/n.”
you blushed, “thank you…”
you stood suddenly and reached over to flip through the pages of the textbook, completely unaware of the way your boobs were practically shoved up his face as his breath hitched, hands tightening on the arms of his desk chair.
you really hadn’t noticed, you innocently wanting to just look and see how many chapters you had left to cover, but when you sat back down and quirked an eyebrow over yuji’s flushed face and blown out pupils… it clicked.
was he interested in you like you were with him?
maybe…
“i need motivation.” you sighed.
he cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. “i can— i can give you another donut at the end?”
you giggled. “it’s okay! i have an idea.”
he tilted his head, curious. “what is it?”
“maybe we can do like a reward system!”
“a reward system?”
“yeah!” you nodded eagerly. “for every page we cover, i get a reward!”
he sat up and smiled, “oh right! i’ll give you a donut after each page then!”
but you shook your head, and he deflated. “no?”
“do you know about hickeys?”
he choked, eyes widening dramatically. “a—about— well, yeah, i do.”
“maybe that could be my reward! a hickey for every page.”
you smiled at him so fucking cutely, as if you didn’t just ask him for something so raunchy, and his throat literally dried up at your request.
holy fucking shit.
“you want—” he wiped his hands on his pants. “you want a hickey from— from me? really?”
“yeah! only if you’re okay with it, definitely not if you’re not.”
“no i—” his eyes darted from your neck to your face. “i am…”
holy. fucking. shit.
your tutoring session resumed, and yuji literally could not teach you a single damn thing anymore, knowing that by the end of this page he was going to do something that only took place in his dreams.
after a bit, he turned the page and shifted his body to face you, nervous and clammy.
you smiled sweetly and took his hands, yours soft and heavenly as you placed his on your shoulders.
“only if you’re okay with it.” you murmured again softly, tone nurturing as your pretty eyes looked into his.
“i— i am.”
“okay! whenever you’re ready.”
yuji breathed in shakily and out, gulping before coming closer to your gorgeous neck and planting his lips on it.
your hands came to rest on his thighs as he sucked— slowly and carefully, not wanting to suck too hard and accidentally hurt you as his tongue flicked over the spot, the pressure of his mouth making you shudder as he continued to suck and create a pretty purple bruise.
he pulled away when he was finished with a wet smack, his breathing heavy as he searched your face for any indication that he did well.
and you glowed, looking at your reflection on the little mirror that sat on his desk. “it’s so pretty! i love it!”
a hesitant smile spread across his face. “r—really? you can be honest i—”
you looked at him. “no it was amazing! it felt really good!”
his dick twitched.
“okay let’s keep going now!”
well the motivation definitely worked, and funnily enough, you both got through the next page a lot quicker than before, yuji almost immediately turning to face you after turning the page.
this time, he placed his hands on your waist as he sucked. and he sucked, harder and wetter than before as his fingers pressed into you— his tongue running over your new hickey and dragging over the previous one too before reluctantly pulling back, his dick a literal bolder at this point as you squeezed your thighs together, both of your chests panting.
you had barely reached a quarter of the next page when yuji set his pencil down and turned, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide.
“can i please just give you another one?”
you nodded quickly, eagerly, as you both stood and he latched back onto your neck, his arms around your entire body desperately, grazing his teeth against your sensitive flesh and full on making out with it as he messily sucked and ran his lips all over your neck this time, a moan slipping from you as he did that it made you slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment.
“s—sorry—”
“don’t be don’t be—” he breathed quickly, walking backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and he sat, pulling you with him and grabbing at your thighs for you to sit on his lap.
you listened, your neck littered with yuji’s hickeys as you subconsciously and softly grinded on his crotch, him groaning into your neck and biting down harder as your breath hitched.
yuji lost it at this point, all forms of moral out the fucking window as he dragged his long wet tongue from the side of your neck and up to your cheek, kissing and licking deviously at it as his hands squeezed hungrily over your plushy thighs.
he pulled back, eyes half lidded.
“can i—” pant “can i give you hickeys on your tits?”
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▷ 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 he’s 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 I’d ever write virgin!jjk men :3 [MDNI]
Who would’ve thought?
Of all people, Sukuna, a virgin? It just didn’t make sense.
He was this stand-offish asshole who most people respected out of pure fear. He didn’t exactly do parties and yet you could always find him at one. He’d always have some chick on his arm or even in his lap so, in what world would anyone with a brain assume he’s actually never been inside a woman before?
And to make his lack of game all the more unbelievable, he’s even rumored to have a big dick— it’s 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 don’t 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 weren’t some shy nerd who holed herself up in her room all day or anything but you weren’t 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.
——
The background noise is the chatter of your fellow classmates and their own project partners, you find your partner grumbling out a low, “What?” In response to your last statement, having hardly heard a thing you said.
“I said,” You huff, sitting beside the man in question as today marks week two of you being paired up with him for this semester’s project, “We should be meeting up outside of class too. We could get his knocked out in like a day if you just-“
“Oh that,” Sukuna cuts off casually. Seated all slouched back in his seat, his legs sprawled out in that signature manspread of his— he rolls his eyes at your little reminder, “You said somethin’ about that last week.”
You speak through slightly gritted teeth, fighting the headache he’s about to give you from this conversation alone, “All 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.”
As you say that, you glance at him only to find his eyes directly on yours already. He’s 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 ever— 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, “The less we have to deal with each other, huh?” Sukuna repeats, narrowing his eyes even further at you, “You barely even know me ‘nd yet you want nothing to do with me already.”
“I know enough about you, Sukuna,” You say with a sigh, “And you hardly contribute to this project as is. Which only proves that everything they say about you is probably true.”
He arches a brow, his interest piquing, “And what exactly do people say about me?”
You let off a light scoff, “Don’t act like you don’t know.”
“But I don’t know,” Sukuna tells you honestly, maroon eyes boring into yours.
You stare for a moment as you try to decipher whether or not he’s being honest right now. How does he not know what people say about him? Everyone talks about his brooding personality very openly.
“They say you’re an ass,” You eventually say to the man.
To which his lips twitch into a slight smirk, “And you believe that?”
“Seeing as I’ve asked you to, at the very least, type your name on this document and you haven’t even done that yet,” You scoff, “Yes.”
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, he’s slouching back again and looking at you, “Don’t believe everything people tell you, woman.”
You roll your eyes at him, “What? Are you not fond of rumors? That still doesn’t negate the fact that you’re an assho-“
“When do you want to meet up?” Sukuna grumbles out almost reluctantly, watching the way you pause and swallow thickly as he catches you off-guard.
He’s almost even intrigued by how quickly you bounce back, despite being caught by surprise, “Friday. Are you free?”
“Unfortunately,” He grumps.
You give him a little shrug, “Good. I’ll see you then.”
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 that’ll 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 time— it was safe to say, you and Sukuna didn’t get along too well.
Not that you minded anyway. He wasn’t 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 ‘relax’ just once and then they promise to start helping. You’ve gone down that path before and it’s 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 you— you can't help but feel both attracted and intimidated by the man.
——
Which is exactly why when you open your apartment door for the scheduled meetup that Friday to crane your head up at him, you’re swallowing thickly to settle your nerves. You’ve never been alone with the man so of course you’re a bit nervous.
Especially with the way he gazes down at you like that’s exactly where you belong: beneath him. His eyes are filled to the brim with intensity and yet he’s only just set them on you. Wearing a noticeable black compression shirt and those signature gray sweets of his, he almost appears as though he’d just come from the gym.
And just as you take in his appearance, he very openly takes in yours— 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 doesn’t 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.
“So,” 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, “Are you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?”
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, “If you keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna assume you invited me over for something else-“
“Sorry,” You chirp out as you clear your throat and awkwardly step back a bit to let him in, “You can come in.”
Nodding, Sukuna slips by you and you shut your apartment door behind him. Then, you’re quick to lead him over to your living room where you’d 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. Sukuna’s 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-
“Did you even bring anything?” You suddenly ask before you glance at the man.
Sukuna quickly meets your gaze, ripping his eyes off of wherever they’d been previously, “Was I supposed to?”
“Sukuna,” You sigh out, “Please tell me you’re joking right now.”
He swallows at the mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue in that scolding tone of yours— he’s heard such a tone from you time and time again and yet, for whatever reason, it never seems to annoy him.
“I’m not.” He says plainly.
“How are we supposed to work on this if you-,” You cut yourself off and decide not to even attempt arguing with him. Arguing won’t change the fact that he showed up with nothing. “Just uhm,” You glance elsewhere for a second before an idea comes to mind and you place your laptop down and stand up, “Stay here.”
Sukuna doesn’t 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 you’re 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 doesn’t even notice you’ve 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.
“What’s this?” Sukuna scoffs.
You don’t even spare him a glance as you begin writing something down, “How we’ll get things done.” He opens his mouth to say something but then you’re looking back at him with a glare, “I already organized the parts of this project that you have to do so, since it’s on my computer, you can work on that and I’ll work with what I remember.”
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.
——
Sukuna’s not terrible to work with when it’s just you and him. If anything, he’s rather cooperative and a lot smarter than he leads on.
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, he’d say something snarky, and then do whatever it is you’ve instructed anyway.
It all went so perfectly up until he let out a really heavy sigh, “Alright, I’ve had enough for this.” Sukuna says casually.
He’s 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 he’s serious when he pushes your laptop off of his lap and places it forward on the coffee table.
It’s then that you frown, “Oh c’mon, we were getting so much done,” You comment as you glance back to him.
He shrugs, “I can’t keep looking at that damn screen, it’s giving me a headache.”
“Of course it is,” You utter sarcastically, rolling your eyes whilst you place your pencil down and throw your arms up to stretch, “Fine then, we can take a break.”
Sukuna’s brows lift in surprise. He didn’t expect you to listen to him, “Good.” He hums, “I was getting bored as well.”
You scoff, “Were you?”
“Yeah, can we do something else?” He asks.
Turning around, you rotate the way you’re sitting so that you’re facing him and your back is resting against your coffee table. “Like what?” You muse, meeting his low-lidded gaze.
“Talk,” Sukuna says.
That’s it? He wanted a break to talk to you? Your eyes are narrowing at him before you even realize, “Talk?” You repeat with a scoff, “Seriously?”
He nods, “Mhm.”
“What do you wanna talk about, Sukuna?” 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, “Anything outside of fuckin’ school.”
You laugh at that, “Okay, I can work with that.”
He tilts his head at you and licks his lips, “Yeah?” Something about your little laugh threw him off.
“Mhm,” You hum as you look down at your hand, fiddling with your nails a bit, “The rumors… are they true?”
Thrown off yet again, Sukuna’s brows pinch together. “Rumors?” He echoes in a genuinely confused tone, “What rumors, woman?”
The sound of your scoff makes him stiffen in his seat. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere had changed suddenly. “C’mon, don’t play dumb,” You tease, lifting your gaze to him again, “The rumors about you.”
He gives you a perplexed look and it’s almost as though you could see the gears in his head turning. “If you know something, say it.” He demands.
You sigh, “Sukuna, do you seriously hear nothing people say about you?”
Sukuna shrugs, “I don’t care enough to remember. So what is it? What rumor?”
You’re just curious. You swear that’s all it was. And, naturally, since he seemed to have warmed up to you— of course you wanted to know if that rumor about his dick was true. You’re both adults and it’s just a silly question. Plus, with the way he’s been looking at you all afternoon, you’re sure he won’t mind answering you with a simple yes or no.
Glancing to the side, your shoulders lift a bit, “It’s uh, rather intimate.” You hush out.
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, “Intimate?? An intimate rumor about me?”
His emphasis on himself makes your eyes flick back over to him. “Yeah, are you sure you don’t know what they say about you??” You ask again.
“Positive. Now speak, what is it they say?” Sukuna huffs impatiently, even more curious about this little rumor after the mention of it being intimate. After all, he’s never-
“People say you have a big dick,” You utter way too casually.
So nonchalantly that it makes him choke, a choke you don’t mess with the way he clears his throat and sits up a little. “What?” He rasps out.
You bat those stupidly false innocent eyes at him, “I didn’t stutter,” Your tone dips into something different and he catches every bit of it, “People say you have a big dick, is it true?”
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, “You wanna find out?”
His offer spurs a shift in your seat from you as you scoot closer to him ever so slightly, “You wanna show me?” You ask boldly, your tone direct, and not even a flicker of hesitation present.
“Do I want to-,” Sukuna pauses, his eyes scanning the entirety of your seated frame as you inch closer to him, “What?” 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, “Show me,” You chuckle, “I asked if you wanted to show me, Sukuna.”
He blinks, “Show you my cock?”
You shrug, “Yeah.”
The air is so thick right now, Sukuna’s 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.
“Stop,” He rushes out, “Keep your eyes up here. On mine,” He commands in a low tone, earning your gaze once more.
And then it’s quiet for a moment. He’s staring at you and you’re obediently keeping your eyes up on his. Sukuna hates it but he doesn’t know what to say or do from here. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out his little secret.
It’s 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. He’s flirted with women before, plenty of times actually, effortlessly even— but for whatever reason, as you sit there with those stupidly pretty eyes staring at him, his mind simply flakes on him.
He’s 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, “Sukuna?” You whisper.
His hips are rolling upward slightly at the sound of his name alone. “W-What?” He stammers, mentally cursing himself a thousand times over.
“If you don’t wanna show me you can jus’ say no,” You hum, smiling a bit, “Y’know that, right?”
He scoffs, “Of course I know that, woman.”
“If you know that then…” Your fingers lightly squeeze his thigh and you tilt your head, “Are you gonna tell me or show me whether or not those rumors are true?”
Something simply clicks inside Sukuna’s head. Rose-tinted lips cracking into a smirk, the man spreads his legs further and slouches back into the couch, “Find out for yourself since you’re so curious.”
Your eyes go wide, “What?”
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, “I-I-“
You don’t even get the chance to get it out before he’s cutting you off, “C’mere,” Sukuna hums in that low voice of his.
“What?” 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, “Well? Feel it.” He huffs.
You don’t 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.
Sukuna’s mouth falls open for a second but you’re 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.
“It is big,” You whisper to yourself, your words only making him twitch more within your hand.
“Fuck,” 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 he’s 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.
Sukuna’s whole body reacts. He gasps louder than he means to and he’s weaving his fingers through your hair faster than he realizes, palming your scalp as he quickly looks down at you. “T-The fuck are you doing? Huh?” He huffs while gripping onto your hair.
You lift your head a bit but he keeps you in place, despite his question to you. “I just…” You’re not exactly sure you can explain yourself.
And by this point, Sukuna doesn’t think he cares enough to hear an excuse from you, “…You what? You wanna see it?”
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 you— 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, Sukuna’s 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. How’d you get like this again?? Ah, who cares?
“Sukuna,” 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 softly— 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, “What?”
You shift against the floor, your hands relaxing against his large thighs, “Can I-“
“Yeah,” 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, “Yeah?”
The last thing you get from him is a nod before you’re parting your lips. And from that moment forward, it all goes downhill. Everything from the way you’re sitting in between his legs to that initial connection of your plush lips against his drooling cock had Sukuna’s mind spinning.
He’s never been sucked off before. Hell, the farthest he’s 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.
“Oh f-fuuck,” 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. Sukuna’s jaw goes slack and his brows twist up. He tries his best to hold it in but he can’t 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 hasn’t 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 him— Sukuna almost fucking kicked something with how good your mouth felt around him.
He’s 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 he’s been staring at for God knows how long— 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.
The sound of Sukuna groaning makes you look up at him, finding his eyes on yours again. He’s panting, trying his best to look like this wasn’t phasing him but failing in every way with how flushed his face was.
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.
He bites back a throaty sound, “Hah… damn brat,” Sukuna huffs out as if to… degrade you?
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, “Sukuna,” You coo, your hand gripping his shaft tighter, “Is this your first time?”
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, “Oh shit,” 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 he’s 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.
“Jus’ like that,” Sukuna suddenly groans and you moan around his cock in reaction. To which he keeps giving your mouth mindless little thrusts, “Don’t s-, agh, stop.”
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 it’s 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.
You’re still sucking too, pulling up only to swallow what he’s 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 man’s pushing your head away for the first time.
When you lift your eyes up to him again, you notice he’s 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 couldn’t hear him.
“Yeah,” Sukuna utters suddenly, clearing his throat, “That was… my first… time. I uh-“
“Do you want more?” 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 doesn’t 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 didn’t 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 down— twitching inside that sloppy mouth of yours, aching against your tongue, and dripping into the depths of your throat. Sukuna wasn’t 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, he’s not much of a talker but, something seems to come over him all at once because soon he’s got his gaze locked down on the messy sight of you and he’s huffing out words before he realizes. “Eyes up here, c’mon, hah… look at me,” 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, “Good girl,” 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 you’re whining against him. “Fuck, y’like that?” He huffs, earning a sloppy lil’ nod from you.
He then feels you hum, “M-Mhm.” And he’s got chills slipping up his spine in pleasure.
Cracking a lazy, lopsided, and almost fucked-out little smirk, Sukuna scoffs, “Yeah? Fuck, behind all those g-glares ‘nd-, agh, scolding me… this is all you wanted, hm? A throat full of cock?”
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.
“Messy girl,” He hums deeply, biting his lower lip at the way you’re just drooling for more and more as he pulls himself out of your mouth completely. “Jus’ look at this face,” Sukuna chuckles, “Y’look like a slut cryin’ like that— it’s cute.”
Blinking, you hadn’t 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.
“‘Kuna…” You whisper, earning a quirk of his brow, “I can’t believe you’re a virg-“
“Don’t finish that sentence,” He grunts, moving a thumb to your chin to widen how open your mouth is for him, “Jus’… keep sittin’ there lookin’ pretty f’me,” 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, “So fuckin’ sexy like this,” Sukuna compliments, feeling you moan in response, “M’gonna cum again, stay j-just like that,” He breathes out heavily, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull before he’s 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 he’s 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. You’re 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.
“Vixen,” Sukuna growls.
You clear your throat and send a smile his way, “Not my fault you cum easy.”
Sukuna’s slow to sit back down on the couch to catch his breath, “Tell anyone about this ‘nd I’ll-“
“Oh,” 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, “Don’t tell me you thought we were done?”
He’s 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.
Sukuna’s hands shakily find their way to your waist as he stares up at you, “You want more?”
You smirk, tilting your head at the dumbfounded male, “Don’t you?” You ask in a sultry little whisper, making his sensitive cock twitch once more. “At the very least…” Your lips slowly near his and he’s losing his breath, “Taste yourself, Sukuna.”
And then your lips are on his and he’s 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 that’s 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 can’t 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 you’d 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, “Sukuna…”
“Don’t.” He huffs.
“You have nipple piercings?” You end up asking anyway in a happy little tone.
He grits his teeth slightly, “…Obviously.”
Chuckling, you press a soft peck against his lips and whisper, “Can I see them?”
“No.” He replies.
Part two.
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AND THEN THERE WERE THREE…
NOTES — just saw challengers today and absolutely needed to write smth for these two! only used a gif of art because theres none of the two of them and almost none for patrick </3, i’m a little rusty with smut so bare with me
WARNINGS — 18+ content mdni, slight challengers 2024 spoilers, fem!reader, kinda dom!art, pure smut/little plot, art/patrick interactions, talk of previous art/patrick sexual encounters, spit play, oral (m receiving), tit sucking, dirty talk, mentions of anal, little bit of aftercare, not proofread, lmk if i forgot anything!
REQUEST — Pls write a smut fic with reader and Art fucking in the hotel room (with Patrick watching) and reader asking if Patrick can join them and ofc Art can’t say no because he finds the idea of this super hot. Maybe reader makes Art and Patrick make out like in the movie 👀
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None of you were too sure how exactly this had started. You, Art, and Patrick had stumbled back into their hotel room after leaving the beach, each of you finding your own place to sit after Patrick opened up a beer, took a swig, and passed the can to you. You’d taken a seat closer to Art, having naturally gravitated towards him more so than Patrick. And quickly, you and Art were making out, leaving Patrick to watch.
You blamed the beer. And the fact that you found both Art and Patrick incredibly hot. One minute you’re at a party, dedicated to your best friend, Tashi Duncan, and the next you’re sitting on the beach being invited back to the guys’ hotel room, and the next after that, Art is stripping you of your clothes while Patrick takes a seat leaned up against the wall opposite the foot of the bed.
“Can I-” He begins, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, desperation clear in his eyes. At your nod, Art quickly yanks your shirt over your head and immediately pulls your body flush against his. He’s planting soft, wet kisses up and down your neck as his fingers work the back of your bra. His eyes widen the moment it drops to the ground.
Giving you a moment's glance he quickly sucks one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking and biting. Feeling as though he’s neglected the other one, he pinches and tugs on the opposite nipple, smiling around the one in his mouth at the moans you let out.
“Yeah, baby? You like this? Me with your tits in my mouth and my best friend jerking off while watching us?”
For a moment, you’d forgotten about Patrick. Your eyes shoot open, landing on him instantly. The sight of him, slouched against the wall, his hand already wrapped around his cock, with his eyes fixated on both you and Art. He looked so hot, you weren’t sure how you’d forgotten that he was even there.
“Mhm, ‘s hot.” you admitted, turning Arts face back to you, tugging his bottom lip back into your mouth. The blond pushes you back onto the beds that were pushed together - Patrick’s idea if anyone were to ask - and begins kissing up your stomach only stopping long enough to kiss each of your nipples. He grabs your face, pushing his fingers into your cheeks, making you open your mouth, before letting a large glob of spit fall from his mouth into yours.
“Swallow.” He smiles when you do so without complaint, even going as far as to look as if you wanted him to do it again.
Patrick moans at that, louder than before. Sure he and Art had messed around before, when they were both single and bored and needed a good fuck, that wasn’t new, but hearing that commanding tone in the blonds voice sent a shiver down his spine.
“God, that was hot.” Patrick sighs, laughing when Art gives him the finger.
“Fuck off, Patrick.” Both of them know he doesn’t mean it, if he wasn’t wanted there, you or Art would’ve said something, but you didn’t. whether Art knew it or not, both you and he wanted him to stay, and keep watching.
At some point during that interaction, you weren’t sure when exactly, Art had shed his pants and underwear. He was dragging the tip up and down your slit, up and down, stopping every few seconds to slap your clit with it. When your eyes finally landed on his length, it made your jaw drop. He was big, bigger than you’d seen before, he was long and girthy with veins running along the bottom of it.
He slowly slides into you, admiring the look of pure bliss on your face. He’d never seen anyone look so angelic. The closest comparison he could make was how Patrick looked when he’d first given him a blow job. He wouldn’t call the look on Patrick's face angelic perse, but it was hot, really hot. The reminder of that, and the way you’ve begun clenching around him, spurs him into you. His hips snapping into yours, his heavy balls hitting your ass with each thrust. It was unlike anything either of you had felt before.
I want him to join.
You weren’t sure that the words had actually left your mouth until the blond on top of you stopped his thrusts, looking into your eyes for a moment.
“That what you want, baby?” He murmurs, kissing sloppily up and down your neck, shivers running through your entire body at his touch. His fingers falling to your clit, flicking at it. The pleasure was almost enough to make you forget that he’d even asked a question.
Almost.
“Please,” Even in your fucked out state, you couldn’t help but want more.
“Come on, Zweig. You heard her.” Patrick grins, hopping to his feet, although slightly hesitant. He wasn’t sure where to go, or what to do. But his nerves dissolved the moment Art turned around, and gave him that look, one that he knew meant that everything would be okay. It meant that he just needed to get over himself and have a good time, everything would work out. After that he’s on the move towards you, giving Art a harsh slap to the ass as he goes past him, laughing when Art swats back at him.
Patrick all but flies onto the bed, having kicked his underwear off the moment he stood up, and his shirt is long gone, a mix of yours, his, and Arts clothes are scattered around the hotel room, sure to have lost at least one thing. But none of you had it in you to care, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Your mouth opens before he’s even fully on the bed, but he gets the message, quickly positioning his tip in front of your mouth, thrusting a few times before losing control and fucking your throat.
The three of you move in tandem for minutes, or maybe it was hours, Art would thrust into you, rubbing your clit with his fingers, while Patrick would be pulling himself out of your mouth at the same time. It felt as though this was a regular occurrence, as though it were normal. And god did you hope it would become a normal thing. The three of you, together, making each other feel good.
Tapping Patricks thigh lightly, you hum happily when he pulls out of your mouth, giggling at how quickly he begins to check and make sure you’re okay.
“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” The words come out of his mouth at lightning speed and it’s difficult for you to understand, but Art had and his thrusts slowed to a stop, hands leaving your body, giving you a questioning look as if repeating everything his friend had just said.
“I’m fine baby,” And then you say something neither of them could quite hear.
“Gotta speak up for us, sweetheart. Can’t do what you want us to do otherwise.” That comes from Patrick, Art nodding along with him.
“Want you two to kiss.” The words fly out of your lips and you’re suddenly shy, pressing your face into Patricks thigh, nipping at it softly.
Both men smirk at you before making eye contact with each other, giving a subtle nod.
“Well c’mon man, you know how I like it.”
The combination of Arts words, his sudden thrusts and Patrick taking it upon himself to flick at your clit, push you over the edge. The power of your orgasm makes your legs shake, your mind empty of anything this isn’t you, Patrick, or Art.
They’re still kissing, it’s all teeth and tongue and spit. It’s messy, and it only stops long enough for Arts mouth to fall open, moans spilling out as he comes inside of you, hot spurts of his come flooding your insides, leaving a white ring around the base of his cock as he fucks you through both of your orgasms.
At this point, Patrick has taken a step back, and is watching again. He’s stroking himself with one hand, squeezing just right and out of nowhere, Art reaches out, cupping the dark haired man's balls, tugging and rubbing on them just the way Patrick likes. The added pleasure sends him crashing over the edge, he barely has the time to move and aim his cum to where you and Art are connected, spilling himself all over your cunt and Arts cock.
Art pulls out and the three of you fall into a pile of heavy breathing, sweat, spit, and cum on the beds pushed into the middle of the room. Once you all catch your breath, Patrick is the first to speak.
“Wow.” It was simple, but it made you all burst out laughing.
“Wow, indeed.” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his pec, turning to do the same to Art.
“That was fucking hot.” Arts words make you all giggle yet again.
“Okay,” Patrick leans you into Art and pushes himself off of the bed, “‘m gonna get you two cleaned up, be right back.” He reassures you, hearing you whine at losing his presence. He comes back with a warm washcloth in hand, and a small cup of water in his other. He hands the water to Art motioning for him to take a drink and then give you some as well, while he bends at the waist, resting his knees on the floor and taking the cloth to your core, cleaning you as gently as he could before moving onto Art. Tossing the cloth to the corner of the room he pulls both you and Art into his embrace, enjoying the quiet for a moment before you break the silence.
“Round two? Whoever makes me cum harder gets to fuck me here first.” You smile slyly, placing your hand on your ass, giggling when Patrick snatches you from Arts hold, muttering something about how he ‘got you first last time and that it’s his turn now.’
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say my name: sunghoon
pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 6.9k
synopsis: you never liked sunghoon. matter of fact, you hate him. he annoys you and makes your blood boil. what makes it worse is he’s your neighbor, attends the same college as you, and even worked his way into your friend group. you refuse to say his name, but he has plans to make you scream it.
genre: neighbors!au, enemies to lovers, smut.
warnings: swearing, reader has an attitude problem, mutual masturbation, using readers spit to jerk off, fingering, cum eating, unprotective sex, doggie, hair pulling, lmk if I missed anything!
You gripped the bedsheets, knuckles turning white and mouth going slack as moans escaped your lips. One of his hands left your hips and moved to your head, pushing your long hair from your face before connecting it to the side of your face, pressing you further into the sheets, another moan leaving your mouth.
He chuckled, “Yeah? You like that huh?” his hand at your hip squeezed and shoved you further onto him, using more force into his other hand to press your face harder into the sheets, “Such a dirty fucking girl.”
You exhaled out, “I fucking hate you,” but had the biggest smirk on your lips as he used every force possible to fuck into you.
Sunghoon smirked at the look on your face, “No you don’t,” he cooed, his hand on your face moving to the top of your head, grasping a fistful of your hair and yanking, pulling you up and connecting your back to his chest, “Say my name,” he growled into your ear, letting go of your hair and snaking his hand down to your heat, middle finger circling your clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, “Say. My. Name.”
Your head spun as you thought back on how you ended up in this situation with his cock so deep inside you.
You hated him the moment he moved in next door. You hoped whoever your neighbor would be that they would be better than the last one. The last neighbor you shared a wall with was loud, always yelling at something, banging on the walls, watching TV way too loud, and for whatever reason would leave their apartment door open to “get fresh air,” when in reality you thought it was to shove whatever terrible smell they had inside out.
You were so thankful when you saw your new neighbor was your age. He was handsome, looked smart, was quiet, seemed clean and his best friends were hot.
But you learned soon enough that he was a prick and your hate for him started.
Your first interaction with him was asking if he could turn his music down because it was three in the morning and you had work that following morning.
He opened the door wide, wearing nothing but his tight blue boxers that clearly showed his boner. His hair was a mess, and the giggles of two females could be heard from his bedroom. You tried to drown out their giggles and keep your eyes on his, terribly failing and staring down at his chest, abs…his cock.
He smirked, leaning closer to you, “Like what you see? Want to join us?” Anger filled you instantly. Who the fuck did this prick this he was? He barely moved in a few days ago, has TWO other females in his apartment, and is hitting on you when he doesn’t know you?
You snarled, “Just turn the damn music down!”
He, in fact, did not turn the music down but turned it up.
The rest of that week was hell. Music, alcohol, other females, and his friends flew in and out of that apartment, making you sleep less and less every day.
When classes started back up that following week, to your dismay, you walked into your microbiology class to see him sitting in the corner of the classroom. His hands shoved into his black hoodie, eyes locking onto yours. He smirked, leaning forward into his chair, resting his elbows on the table, and giving you a wink.
If you could drop this class and take it another semester you would. But you were so close to being done with your prerequisites for your major that there was no point in dropping it. Plus you wouldn’t let your prick of a neighbor ruin this for you.
Except he made class hell too. Tossing notes your way, giving you winks, and biting his lips. Always having a comeback to your answer when the professor would ask questions.
You discovered through the class that his name was Park Sunghoon, and the moment you knew his name was the moment you vowed to never say it. To not let that tainted name leave your lips.
Sunghoon only did more to piss you off as time went on. Walking around outside the apartment practically naked, running his hands over his body, and winking at you. Always teasing you at college by how you “wanted” him.
What made things worse, he somehow befriended your best friend. Yunjin invited you to a party one night and you gladly accepted it, wanting one night away from the apartment building and away from Sunghoon.
You walked into the party, expecting to be embraced by your best friend, but instead saw the door being opened by Jake, one of Sunghoon’s hot best friends.
“Oh shit! Hey YN!” his Aussie accent blurted out, “You’re friends with Yunjin too?”
Too?
You peered into her house, seeing Sunghoon’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, red solo cups in their hands as they laughed together with not only your friends but also his.
Yunjin’s eyes widen in excitement at seeing Jake lead you into her house, “YNNIE!!!”
She released herself from Sunghoon and embraced you quickly, “I have some people I want you to meet!”
She introduced you to Sunghoon and his friends, the awkward smile on Sunghoon’s face showed that he had zero clue you were best friends with Yunjin.
“No shit!” Jay exclaimed, “You’re best friends with YN?! Sunghoon is her neighbor!”
Yunjin, mostly in her drunken state, was more excited than she should be, “OH EM GEEE!!” she clapped her hands, “We can be one big happy friend group!”
You found out from Yunjin that she and Sunghoon have a few classes together and even already hung out a few times around campus with his friends when you were busy.
You wanted to break up the friendship but felt way too guilty and didn’t want to be that person to break away a friendship.
So you sucked it up.
For months you tried to act normal, but Sunghoon’s flirting and his teasing only got worse. Making you hate him even more. Oh, but it fueled him to continue.
Even after almost a year, you refused to call him by name, referring to him as stupid, idiot, idiot penguin(after finding out he was a figure skater), and simply just a prick.
You twirl your pencil between your fingers, listening to Heeseung and Yunjin talk about the League of Legends match they had last night. Jake cutting into the conversation.
“Yeah yeah nerds, I have something to say.”
Sunghoon glanced up at his best friend from his homework, “What could be more important than their league match?”
“What the idiot penguin said,” you chimed in, eyes going back down to your homework.
“Are we still going with the idiot penguin?” Sunghoon scoffed, “It’s been a year, YN,” he rolled his eyes, “I have a name.”
You shrugged, standing by your statement of never saying his name.
Your friend group soon figured out whatever enemies thing you two had going on but never addressed it, hoping you two would figure it out on your own.
“Anyways,” Jay said, “What is important?”
Jake smiled, “Let’s go to the next city over and party.”
Chaewon’s eyes lit up, “You know, why not?”
Yunjin even seemed interested.
Your little small town had bars and one shitty club. Neither was worth walking into. Going the next city over for a night out didn’t seem like a bad idea until…
“We can get a hotel!” Yunjin said, “That way we don’t have to rush back home and can actually get drunk.”
You were on board until the hotel was brought up, “No. Absolutely not.”
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at you, knowing perfectly well why you didn’t want to, “Get over it, you’re going. All of us are.”
You protested the whole week against going, yet you found yourself in the very backseat of Chaewon’s car sitting right next to Sunghoon.
You rolled your head back onto the headrest, crossing your arms with a groan, “Can someone PLEASE switch seats with me?”
“NO!” everyone else shouted. Sunghoon just sitting in silence, his arms also crossed, eyes locked onto whatever could be so interesting outside the car.
You’ve only been in the car for an hour and a half, yet it was killing you already.
“You really need to get over whatever hate you have for him,” Yunjin said earlier in the day as she shoved her duffle bag into the trunk, “I don’t understand it, everyone else is fine with each other besides you two.”
You crossed your arms, “He’s just a prick. Has been since I’ve met him.”
Yunjin rolled her eyes, “You aren’t even sure if he even did have a threesome with those girls.”
She wasn’t…wrong. But by the way, his dick was hard in those…tight boxers, there’s no way he didn’t fuck them both.
“Idiot penguin didn’t really do a good job of defending himself if he wasn’t, plus he asked ME to join them.”
Yunjin just sighed, “He hates when you call him that, he actually wants to be friends with you, ya know. We are all friends, you live right next door to each other, just try to get along tonight, okay?”
Yet here you were in the backseat with him wanting nothing more than to jump out of the window and let every car hit you.
The sun started to set, and everyone one by one (except Chaewon and Jay who were driving and the passenger) fell asleep.
A small bump in the road was enough to wake you from your sleep. You yawned and then the pain of the way your body was twisted into the seat kicked in.
With a soft groan, you shifted yourself up, eyes wandering down your legs seeing them draped over Sunghoon’s lap.
His eyes were wide and lips tucked between his eyes as he stared down at your legs. You shifted in your seat, ready to yell at him and pull your legs back but when your foot grazed over his crotch, you were in more shock than he was when realizing you were awake, head snapping to you so fast.
“YN…” he whispers, eyes darting to the front of the car then back to you, “It’s not—“
“Then what is it you prick?!” you whisper back. He had a fucking hard-on?! What the hell was he thinking and doing with your legs?!
Sunghoon quickly placed his hand over his hard cock, trying to conceal it as if it would help make the situation better.
It didn’t.
“And now you’re touching yourself?!” you whispered in a snap, “You’re such a pervert you prick!”
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes down at you, “Will you shut the fuck up and listen for a second, ya?” you thinned your lips in a line, waiting. “You at some point in your sleep shoved your legs into my lap. It woke me up and I was so close to shoving you off me, but you looked peaceful and Jay made me promise to not start shit with you.” Ahhh so they all were in on trying to get you two to play nice, “So I left you alone, but you started shifting around and…”
And he got a fucking boner just from your legs.
“You have a leg fetish or something?” you raise a brow at him.
Only for your legs.
Sunghoon shook his head, “You’re fucking crazy.”
But maybe he was the crazy one. Ever since he’s met you, he’s wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of you. To fuck all that hate you have for him out. To turn that scrunched face full of anger every time you look at him into a relaxed sexual face with you moaning out his name.
He’s never once heard you call him by name. Even when he’s texted you about stuff about hanging out with everyone or for class or homework or literally anything about the apartment you always call him some wack ass name.
Sunghoon has it as his goal to get you to say his name. Whether that’s by him fucking you into the next year, or gaslighting you into saying it somehow. He preferred option one.
He found you so ridiculously sexy. Your attitude always got him going and he couldn’t explain why. Maybe it’s because he wanted to fuck that attitude out, maybe it’s because over the year of knowing you, he’s grown a little crush. Loving the way your eyes light up when a strawberry alcoholic beverage of any kind is placed in front of you. Loving how you smile when you see animals and how you dance around with Yunjin in her living room.
He found it so sexy how you give back every ounce of bullshit he threw at you. So sexy when you wear your tight sweatpants that shape your ass do fine. Finding the small mole above your naval so cute and attractive, mostly when you wear tight crop tops or shorter shirts that lift when you stretch showing off your tummy.
Sunghoon was so down bad for you in many ways that even he wasn’t able to understand it.
He hated you to a degree, but only in a way to keep himself from feeling things he shouldn’t for you.
“I’m crazy?” you burned holes into his eyes when he nodded, “Says the one who got a boner over my legs.”
Sunghoon couldn’t hold it back anymore, slowly palming his cock, “Yeah? And what about it? Your legs are so fucking sexy.” Sunghoon loved your legs and wanted to rub his hands up and down them. Wanted to squeeze the plush of your thighs. Wanted them to straddle him.
You could see it in his eyes, the way his pupils were starting to look blown out and filled with so much lust. He’s never looked at you like that before.
It made your cheeks flush and made you speechless. Your eyes wandered away from his and down to the hand palming himself, watching as his hips slowly shifted up with each stroke of his palm.
It sent heat down your body and pooled between your legs. You hated him, so why was watching him stroke himself so hot to you? Making you want to continue watching him.
“Oh, you so want me,” he whispered, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly sliding his hand down his sweatpants and boxers, letting out a soft grunt and he flung his head back into the headrest, keeping his eyes locked with yours.
You watched how the moonlight and street lamps shined on him as he fucked up into his fist slowly.
“Prick,” you whispered back at him, closing your thighs together in hopes of concealing the rising heat between them. But Sunghoon notices everything.
“You’re so wet, aren’t you? All just from watching me? So dirty.” He was making your blood boil. But the slick between your legs was worse than your anger at the moment, and you knew that he could see it too.
“Shut up,” you closed your legs tighter, trying to fight yourself from looking at him, from looking at how his hand moves under his sweatpants.
“Touch yourself.”
Your eyes widened, “Excuse you?!”
“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped, making you realize you said that a bit too loud, with a groan he repeated himself, “I said touch yourself.”
You snarl at him, opening your mouth to fight back but ultimately stopping when he pulls his hand from his pants and lifts his hips to slide them down to his thighs.
He looked back at you as he wrapped his hand back around himself, a smirk raising, “Close your mouth, you might start drooling, YN.”
You didn’t realize how wide you let your jaw drop at his size…he was huge. Maybe that day you told him to turn his music down, his cock showing wasn’t because of how tight his boxers were…
You closed your mouth, sliding your back into the seat and slouching down, running your thighs even more together.
Sunghoon was loving the way you were looking at him. Loved how you kept darting your eyes back and forth between his face and cock. Oh, the way he’ll tease you about this until his last breath.
He leaned towards you a bit, rubbing his thumb over the tip to spread his precum, “Touch yourself, YN.”
Your heart was racing, your body on fire. You wanted to. So bad. But didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.
Sunghoon let a small moan leave his lips, and you were done for.
You slid your hand down your shorts, your fingers working their way to spread your slick around your clit.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, eyebrows furrowing, “Keep going.”
You stared down at his cock, watching how he bucked his hips in movement with his hand, seeing how his precum leaked from the tip.
But then he released himself, reaching over and stopping his hand below your mouth, “Spit.”
You didn’t hesitate, dripping your saliva into a small pool in his hand. Sunghoon could have came just by the eye contact you gave him as you gave him your spit. Like holy fucking shit it was hot.
Sunghoon spreads your saliva over his cock, hitting his head back into the headrest as his hand glides so easily up and down his shaft, “Oh, fuck.”
You bit your lips and pressed two fingers inside you, letting small and quiet whimpers escape just loud enough for him to hear.
Sunghoon wanted you to expose yourself as he has to you, reaching his free hand to the hem of your shorts and tugging, “Pull’em down.”
So you did. Releasing your fingers from your cunt only long enough to push your shorts and panties down to your ankles and pumping your fingers back into you.
Sunghoon hissed at see you finger fuck yourself. Loving how your hips rolled in time with your fingers. God, he wished it was his fingers inside you.
He looks up to you, seeing that your eyes were still locked onto his cock. He slouched more down into the seat, giving himself more room to pump himself and give you a better view.
You bit your lips tighter and pushed your fingers in faster, knowing damn well you were covering the seat in your juices. But you didn’t care at that moment.
Sunghoon’s hand was on your thigh, spreading your leg more apart, giving you that access to finger fuck yourself faster.
It was driving him up a wall at how you looked right now. You’ve only ever shown him faces of anger, but right now you’re showing him the faces you make when horny and touching yourself. And oh god he was loving it.
He wanted you to look at him while touching yourself. He wanted to see the face you’d make when you cum, wanting you to watch him cum.
“Hey, YN,” he was barely able to whisper, “Eyes on me.”
You locked eyes with him, chills being sent down your spine at his fucked out expression. You couldn’t help but let your imagination run wild. Is this how he looks when he’s having sex? So out of it and lustful?
You wondered how he’d fuck you while you straddled him. Would his hips buck up like they are doing into his fist? Would he go faster? Harder? The thoughts were endless as you stared back into his eyes.
His mouth slightly opened, his lips swollen from how hard he was biting them to keep his moans compressed. He let out small grunts, eyes quickly looking down at how covered your hand was with your wetness, wanting to unbuckle himself and grab you by your thighs until your back was touching the bottom of the seat as he spreads your legs and fucked himself into you.
The thoughts were enough to send him over the edge, “YN,” he whispered.
“Hmm?”
“I’m fixing to cum.”
Your body tensed, fingers moving faster, “Cum then,” you whispered back, your thumb now doing circles on your clit as you pumped yourself.
“M’cumming,” he said with a deep inhale, tucking his lips back between his teeth as he released, his cum leaking out so perfectly and down his hand.
“Fuck,” you whimper, working your fingers faster.
Sunghoon slid his boxers up first, wiping his cum on the inside of his boxers due to not having anywhere else to do so, then slid his sweatpants back over his hips.
He locked his eyes back to yours, seeing how desperate you looked wanting to cum too. He slides his eyes down to your cunt. If it were his hands there…you would have came twice by now.
You wanted to release terribly, but the angle of your hand and the small of the backseat made it difficult for you to chase out that climax. You tensed as you tried to reach for it, calling for it.
Your body froze when Sunghoon’s hand grabs yours, pulling your fingers out of your cunt, “Let me help.”
Usually, you’d protest and yell at him. Call him a prick. Shove him away. But right now you wanted to cum and that priority was above all else.
He replaced your fingers with his. His long fingers slid into you so gracefully, “Fuck you’re so wet,” he moans softly, angling his hand in the perfect spot as he hit your g-spot. Sunghoon couldn’t believe he was feeling you in his hand, feeling your slick pool in his palm, feeling you clench around his fingers. He was already getting hard again.
“Feels good baby?” he whispers in your ear and all you do in response is nod.
Something about his fingers was driving you crazy. The way they hit your g-spot with such ease, the way his thumb brushed against your clit with each movement…
“Say my name,” he says into your ear, pumping his fingers in you faster.
“No,” you say back, your hand flying to his wrist and squeezing it tightly.
“Say my name, YN,” he said again, curling his fingers so deep inside you, your climax nearing so fast you didn’t have time to think, “Say my name baby.”
You opened your mouth, not to say his name, but to moan as you came around his fingers and hand. Sunghoon acted fast enough to press his lips to yours, suppressing your moan from being too loud and letting the others find out what was happening in the back seat.
You closed your eyes at your release, Sunghoon’s fingers still moving inside you slowly, helping you chase out at high.
You kissed him back, without so much as a second thought, you kissed him back.
Maybe you did it as a way to thank him for helping you release, maybe you did it because you wanted to. The lines were blurred and you didn’t know why you let him kiss you.
His fingers slid out from your cunt as he leaned more into you, his tongue spreading your lips apart and making its way into your mouth twirling the muscle around yours.
Once you came down from your high, your eyes opened wide, and shoved Sunghoon back to his side of the car. A chuckle left his lips, “Back to hating me?”
“I never stopped hating you!”
“Right,” he clicked his tongue, as he looked down at his hand covered in your cum, “That’s not what your body said five minutes ago.”
You wanted to call him his usual nickname but stopped short when he lifted his hand to his lips, tongue extending out and licking your cum from his palm then shoved his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.
Fuck she tastes so good.
Your face reddens, “Prick,”
His eyes roamed down to your cunt, “Pull your shorts up.”
“I hate you.”
—
Once you all arrived at the hotel and checked into your rooms, you quickly locked the door, sliding your back down the wood and covering your face in your hands.
The guilt of what happened was finally hitting you. You masturbated with him. Watch him cum down his hand and even let him make you cum. You let him kiss you, and shove his tongue down your throat.
You felt dirty and in need of a shower to wash away the guilt and feeling of his hand between your legs.
Everyone was supposed to meet down in the lobby twenty minutes after getting to their rooms to change and do whatever else before hitting up the club. It was plenty of time to shower and wash Sunghoon off you.
You scrubbed your body clean and even double-brushed your teeth before sliding into the dress Yunjin and Chaewon forced you to bring, “It makes you look so hot!” Yunjin said, “Fits you in all the right places!”
Well, she was right. The red dress was made of silk and slid down your body perfectly as well as fit you perfectly. It was tight around your frame to show off your curves, shaping your ass and lifting your tits. You slid your feet into matching red sneakers, not caring enough to walk around in heels all night.
You arrived in the lobby, seeing that Jake and Sunghoon were the first ones there.
Just looking at Sunghoon not only brought back your moment in the car together but brought out a different feeling.
You could tell he also showered by how wet his hair still was. His hair was parted perfectly in its normal part, pieces sliding down into his face. His black button-up shirt was tight against his frame, showing his muscled arms and shoulders perfectly. Matching his shirt, he wore black pants that fit him perfectly in a loose way.
Jake mirrored his outfit but in white, going for a whole yin and yang thing. Which made sense for the two of them being best friends and all.
“Wow,” Jake was the first to speak, “You look—“
“Sexy,” Sunghoon finished for him, his gaze eyeing you up and down.
“Yes! Sexy!”
Sunghoon tried to not let his irritation with his best friend show as he watched him practically drool over you. If only Jake knew he was knuckles deep in your pussy not even an hour ago.
Hell, Sunghoon was trying to not drool over you right now. Red was definitely your color and it was doing something to him down in his pants. Especially with the way the tops of your breasts pooled over the top of that dress.
You noticed how he was eye fucking you, earning you to scrunch your nose at him and look away, putting your attention fully on Jake.
Shit, there’s that attitude I want to fuck right out of her.
It didn’t take much longer for the others to arrive and off to the club you all went.
The club was packed. The music you didn’t quite care for and Sunghoon wouldn’t let you out of his sight, following your every move like a hawk hunting his prey.
Everyone else had found their way to the dance floor, shaking some ass and grinding up on random strangers having the time of their lives. That could be you if you didn’t have an idiot penguin on your heels.
You walked up to the bar, waving the bartender over, “Yes ma’am?” he said, his eyes immediately dropping to your cleavage.
“She’ll take a strawberry coconut rum with extra ice please, make it two,” Sunghoon answered for you.
You looked over at him, seeing how closely he stood next to you. Sunghoon wanted to touch you, have his hands on you to show every man in this club to back the fuck off.
“You got it,” the bartender said, giving a small look of irritation at Sunghoon.
Sunghoon just smirked, eyes flickering to his name tag, “Thank you, Choi Yeonjun.”
Yeonjun just thinned his lips out, “Yeah, you’re welcome.” Then he walked off to make the drinks.
Your glare at him didn’t falter, “Can I help you?” Sunghoon asked.
“Can I help YOU? I can order my drinks myself.”
“He was literally eye fucking you, I had to do something.”
You raised a brow at him, “Huh? Is it eating you up so much that other men are looking at me?”
Yes because no one else is allowed to have you.
“Why would I care about that? It’s not them looking, it’s the fact they aren’t just looking. They are undressing you with their eyes and I can’t fucking stand it.”
You’ve never seen Sunghoon so…protective before. He’s never batted an eye at you twice at the clubs and bars back home, letting any and every man hit on you as much as they wanted. What changed between then and now?
Yeonjun returned with your drinks, giving you a flirty smile and glare at Sunghoon before walking away again.
Sunghoon snarled at him.
“Anyway!” You snapped, “How did you know what to even order me?”
Sunghoon chuckled, taking a sip of the alcohol, “I’ve known you for over a year, YN. I’ve seen what you drink when we’ve gone out and at parties. I know you.”
Somehow that hit hard to your heart, that he even paid that much attention to you outside of the constant teasing.
“You hate me, why go through this trouble?” you scoffed, chugging down your drink quickly, wanting to already feel the buzz.
“I hate you, but not in the same way you hate me,” he finally admitted, “It’s not any trouble at all to protect you, I’ve always done it, always shooed off anyone who would hit on you for too long. You just never noticed it.”
Your heart skipped a beat, your memory shoving back in time at every time someone hit on you, how they’d flirt and touch your waist, only for them to leave to grab a drink and never return. Now you know why, Sunghoon got to them.
“What do you mean that you don’t hate me the same way I hate you?”
Sunghoon looked away from you, chugging down the last bit of his drink before tossing it back onto the bar counter and taking a deep breath in.
“You hate me because of how I flirt with you, how I tease you about anything and everything. You hate me for how loud I blast my music, hate me for being loud when Heeseung, Jay, and Jake are over, hate me for the number of females I’ve brought in and out of my apartment, hate me because you think I had a threesome with those girls all that time ago when I actually didn’t, by the way, I sent them home before anything else could happen. And you hate me for competing against you in class, hate me for joining your friend group, the list goes on. But me? I hate you because of how bad I want you.”
He looked back at you, his face softened from his hardened look from earlier at Yeonjun. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was holding everything back.
Sunghoon wanted to yell at you for how stupid you were for not seeing how he felt about you. That his little teasing and acts of flirting were because he likes you. Yeah, he wanted to fuck your brains out along with that nasty attitude of yours, that ain’t no lie, but the moment he first laid his eyes on you his heart wanted to jump out his chest. And after seeing the way you eyed him up that one day you went to yell at him about his music, it tipped him over the edge to always wanting to be that thorn in your side pissing you off. Because it was better than making you feel nothing at all for him.
Sunghoon sighs, “I hate you because I want you so bad. I hate you because you can’t even dare say my name. I hate you for the things you make me feel. I fucking hate you for letting me kiss you in the car because now all I can think about is how I’d get my lips back on yours.”
You stared blankly at him, before nervously shaking your head and letting out a chuckle, “Right. This is just your way of teasing me again.”
“If I wanted to tease you right now, I’d bring up how badly you were gasping at my cock in the car.”
“Shut up!” You snapped, your face reaching the same shade as your dress.
He smirked at you, “All that aside, I want you so fucking bad that I can’t handle it anymore, and by how fucking wet you were for me…” he took a step closer to you, face nearly inches apart from yours, “I know you want me so bad too.”
You swallowed, body shaking from how close he was to you right now. Sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, biting at his lower lip, “Say my name,”
You lifted your face a bit, barely brushing your lips to his, “No,”
Sunghoon’s hands were now at your waist, fingers digging into that sexy dress of yours that he wanted to rip from your body, “God I want to fuck that attitude out of you.”
Your heart was doing flips and you finally understood why: because of the feelings that ran deep within you that you sheltered up and locked away. Finally understanding that’s why he made your blood boil at nearly existing. You were forcing the feelings you felt for him away.
You landed your hands on his biceps, rubbing your thumb over the muscle, “Say my name,” he said again.
You smiled, shaking your head.
Sunghoon just smirked back at you, taking a few steps back and guiding you with him, “I am going to get you to say my name.”
You, for the first time, flirted back, “How are you going to do that?”
He didn’t respond, just kept pulling you toward the entrance of the club and until you were back at the hotel and being shoved into his room.
His mouth found yours, his hands roaming every inch of your body as your fingers trailed down his shirt, undoing every button until the black fabric was lying somewhere on the floor.
Sunghoon shoved his tongue down your throat at the same time he found the zipper to your dress, pulling it down in a shift motion to get you out of it quickly.
His cock was twitching in his pants, so eager to be set free and find its new home inside your cunt.
The moment your dress hit the floor, you were shoved onto your back on the bed, his hands on your hips and pulling you to the edge, looping his fingers into your panties nearly ripping them off you.
“So fucking needy,” you teased him, “Want me that bad?”
Sunghoon hissed, “You have no fucking idea.”
He towered over you, pressing his lips back to yours as his fingers slipped into your soaked pussy. You moaned against his mouth, closing your thighs around his hand.
“Say my name,” he said once again, “I wanna hear you say it.”
You bit your lip, ushering out another no.
Sunghoon was going insane for this little game of yours, it turned him on more than he’d like to admit. Maybe he was actually crazy.
“Say my name,” he said as he pushed his fingers into you harder, curling his fingers at your g-spot, “Scream my name and I might consider letting you cum.”
You slid your hand down to your clit, working your fingers against it, “That's fine, I’ll just make myself cum.”
Sunghoon groaned, swatting your hand from your clit and removing his fingers. Both hands grabbing at your waist and flipping you over, lifting your ass up and making your back arch, “Shit I can’t wait to fuck that attitude of yours away.”
“Funny you think that’s something that can be done,”
He took a handful of your hair and lifted you up, letting out a “Watch me,” in a whisper against your ear, then shoved you back down into the sheets.
You heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor, then felt his tip prod at your entrance, “Prick…”
“What was that?”
“Pri—“
Before you could make out the word, he shoved his length into you, bottoming out then pushing himself back out and then in, not giving you any time to adjust to his size.
You didn’t care though, the pleasure was far too great as he fucked into you like you were a bitch in heat, “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll start thinking twice before giving me attitude again.”
And that’s how you ended up here, back pressed so tightly against his chest as his cock and fingers worked their magic on your body.
You reached your hands up and behind his, fingers tangling into his hair as your brain became foggy.
He fucked into you with the full intention of getting you to scream his name. Of getting you to come so unglued on his cock you’ll be begging him to fuck you some more.
Even with these goals in mind, Sunghoon couldn’t believe he had your body pressed up against his, cock so balls deep into your cunt, and hearing your moans so crystal clear in his ear. He loved it. Loved how much of a mess he was making of you.
He worked his middle finger faster against your clit, “Say my name,” he begged, “Say my fucking name.”
You bit down on your lip, trying with any willpower left that you had to keep from screaming his name. From giving him exactly what he wanted.
Sunghoon kept trying and wasn’t going to stop until his name left your lips. He’ll fuck you until the sun starts raising if he had to, all to hear your pretty voice speak his name.
Your climax was fast approaching, you wanted to cum so bad, and you knew what you had to do to reach it, finally letting go.
“Sunghoon,” you softly moaned.
“Louder,” he growled.
“Sunghoon,” you moaned again.
“Louder!”
“SUNGHOON,” you screamed at the same time you came on his dick, his fingers and thrusts did not slow long down.
“Fuccckkkk yessss,” he groaned, removing his fingers from your clit and using all his weight to push you back down into the sheets, his hands taking yours and lifting them above your head, pounding into you faster and harder than before.
You chanted his name, losing your breath at the ecstasy that filled you.
“That’s it, baby, scream my name like it’s the only name you’ll ever know.”
You continued to moan his name, making it music to his ears and filling his heart with such happiness he didn’t think was possible.
“Fuck, you love hoonie’s cock, ya? Love the way I give it to you?”
“Hoonie,” you cried out, “Fucking love your cock so much.”
Sunghoon gripped his hands tighter around yours, “Cum for me again baby, you can do it.”
You released on him again, your eyes seeing stars.
He pushed your legs further apart with his knees and fucked harder into you, “I’m so in love with you,” he admitted, “I love that stupid ass attitude of yours, I love fucking that attitude out, I love the way you say my name and love the way you look at me while I fuck you. I love you.”
You lifted your head, barely being able to look at him, but you did. You were looking up at him with such endearment. Like he was the one who put the stars in the sky just like he’s the one making you see them right now.
“Sunghoon,” he came undone at how softly you said his name, his seed unloading into your gummy walls, slowing his thrust as he chased down his high, “I love you too.”
—
You both sat hand in hand in the backseat, Sunghoon pinching your cheeks in a teasing manner as he rubbed his nose against yours, his smile so wide.
“Hey,” Jay called from the front seat, “What the fuck happened with you two?”
Heeseung groaned and slung his head onto the headrest, “You don’t even want to know! They were fucking each other's brains out all night.”
Chaewon yawned at the driver's seat, “Be lucky you didn’t have a room next to his.”
“No for real,” Heeseung added, “I got so tired hearing how many times he asked YN to cum for him. Wanted to shove pencils down my ears.”
Sunghoon slapped his friend's chest, “Bring earphones next time buddy.”
Jake and Yunjin looked at each other confused at what happened between their best friends, but going along anyway. Jake always knew Sunghoon had feelings for you and saw how he bottled it up. Jake guessed last night was Sunghoon’s tipping point. And Yunjin always knew you’d break at some point and accept Sunghoon, she just didn’t expect it to be as a lover.
“Anyway,” Jay said rubbing his temples, “Let’s hit the road, I have work tomorrow and need to sleep off more of this hangover.”
Chaewon then started the drive back home.
Sunghoon rested his face back against yours, bringing your lips to his, “Say my name again.”
“Sunghoon,” you whispered between kisses, “Sunghoon, Sunghoon, Sunghoon.”
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