v3rityy

[v3rityy]

this is very random but i had to get it out.

So i’ve been a bts fan since like 2018(official fan in 2020) but i never got too into it so really i didn’t watch any run bts episodes or really knew anything too deep about them, js rlly enjoyed their music. Today i got too curious and searched up how bts formed, i got on reddit and because i’ve been exposed to iluminati shit since i was young i am hyper aware of celebrities and all the things they do to become famous and that got mixed with a video i saw on tiktok about the kpop industry and i saw (the big screen incident) now im thinking a fanfic would be amazing on this, maybe make it very conspiracy like, just thought it would be fun to make since industry’s always have big secrets, make it like bts are kings of the industry or something idk summers boredom getting to me should i write something like that?(but make it freaky ofc)

**im not saying bts did anything, clearly a lot is in my mind and im js being paranoid, i would js like to know what ppl think about this.

[v3rityy]

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word count: 1k

warnings: 18+, poorly written, first time writing smut, some degradation, mean!geto suguru, roommate!geto suguru, jealousy, porn with little plot, stubborn! reader, incomplete.

Ever since I moved in with Suguru, he’s been nothing but patient. I admit I’m not social—I tend to accidentally ignore people, especially when I’m immersed in my hobbies. That was one of the reasons it was such a hassle for me to find a roommate. People seem to crave interactions.

But then Suguru appeared.

He said he was desperate and that he couldn’t care less about my awkwardness. He was mean, rough—but he was honest. I liked both traits.

It’s been months since that interaction—months of living under the same roof, months of me getting more and more attracted to him.

I rarely get in his way and he rarely gets in mine, but when I do, he’s the meanest… in the most delicious way.

Like tonight,

I had gone to dinner with my friends. Then dinner turned into drinks, and I had to make sure everyone got home okay.

As I struggle to lock the front door, my body aches, my social battery at its lowest. I need a good orgasm and a 12-hour sleep. Suguru always comes home late—boxing matches take up most of his nights. Either way, I don’t expect him. Even as I see the kitchen lights on and hear something cooking, I ignore it, making my way to the fridge.

“You reek of alcohol,” Suguru murmurs, without sparing me a glance, standing at the stove.

I freeze at the fridge, forgetting what I wanted to get from there. “Nice to see you too.”

He turns off the stove to look at me. “Took your time getting home.” I can feel him staring at my messy clothes and hair.

“I had to make sure everyone got home okay,” I answer, looking everywhere but at him, avoiding his stare.

He stiffens. “Yeah?” he says, his voice rough with a hint of anger. “That include your little friend?”

I quickly ask who, confused.

“The one that’s been dying to fuck your brains out.”

“My friendships are strictly platonic,” I say in a quiet voice, my posture fixed as I quickly defend myself. “Either way, I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“Not my business?” Suguru repeats, an amused expression on his face. “If just the thought of me makes your panties wet, it’s absolutely my business.” He chuckles, his voice husky, deeper. “And don’t deny it. You can’t hide it… not from me.”

Without realizing it, he’s been moving closer. Closer and closer. Until my back hits the kitchen counter. In a flash, he hauls me up onto it—his whole body closer to mine than ever.

“This is exactly what you want,” he grins knowingly. “I can tell by the way your face flushes, the way your eyes widen, the way you try to close your legs—trying to find relief.” He whispers in my ear, his lips so close—so close—to my exposed neck.

“You’re crazy,” I whisper, breathless.

His grin widens, eyes dark and dangerous. “Yeah?” he murmurs, sliding his slender fingers over my clothed pussy. “And you’re fucking soaked. So what does that make you?”

I gasp, letting my head fall to his strong shoulder. Even with soaked underwear, I weakly try to push him away—failing. He catches both my wrists with one hand, pinning them above my head, his strength effortless.

His free hand slides down again, rough fingers getting rid of my pants, leaving only my white panties. He pulls them to the side. “Soaked…” he whispers to himself, grinning.

“It—it’s not because of you,” I say, more a question than a statement.

He laughs. Laughs at me. My stomach turns at the sound, embarrassed.

“You’ve been waiting for this—walking around here all quiet, hoping I’d finally bend you over this counter.” He drags his fingers down my soaked folds.

“Only I make you this wet. Not even your useless fingers can get you off.”

I grow wetter at his words, deep down, I know he’s right. I haven’t been able to get off unless I think about him.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting off by myself.” I cross my arms, never giving up. Putting up a fight I know I cannot win.

“So stubborn…” he chuckles. “Go on. Touch yourself, don’t stop ‘till I tell you to.”

Never leaving my eyes, he slowly backs up, bringing his coated fingers to his mouth.

My breath quickens. His stare is too much. As soon as I realize I’m exposed, I close my legs. I can feel his eyes on them—on my whole body.

It’s too much.

I snap and I run. I don’t look back as I slam my bedroom door shut.

I don’t lock it.

A part of me needs him.

The other part of me can’t believe that just happened.

sooo part 2?

[v3rityy]

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