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gyusrose · 2 months

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➵ burning desire -> s.jy

⚠︎ smut (mdni)

✎ pervert!jake x innocent reader, praising, dirty talk, bj, oblivious reader, masturbation, corruption kink, cursing.

summary: you never thought that the person you would ask to take your virginity would be your roommate’s best friend.

wc: 2.5k

(jake x fem.reader)

“oh jake’s coming over by the way.” sunghoon, your roommate/ child hood friend said as he walked into the living room to where you were.

you weren’t surprised at this point. jake should just move in at this point from how much he comes over. even though he comes pretty much everyday, you’re still kinda awkward with him. you’ve probably had a total of three full conversations with him. sunghoon had many other friends yet jake is the only one who would come over.

“i’ll go get some groceries, since the fridge looks so sad, if he comes before me just tell him i’ll be back.” sunghoon said before grabbing his keys and leaving the loft.

great. it’s gonna be him and you alone. can you get any luckier ?

not even ten minutes passed after sunghoon left when you heard your doorbell echo throughout the house. knowing who it was, you took a deep sigh and opened the front door, revealing a messily-haired jake. he had on an oversized zip-up jacket with some baggy jeans. you’d never admit this out loud but he was very attractive. maybe that’s the reason you can’t seem to talk with him, you’ll just get too nervous around him.

jake smiled at your presence. he saw the absence of sunghoon’s car and was more than thrilled to be with you all alone.

truth be told, jake was actually obsessed with you. from the way you act, tell jokes, to the way you smell. he never missed an opportunity to be close to you. you were very oblivious to this. not noticing how some of your panties would go missing whenever he came over, or how he would blatantly stare at your ass anytime you bent down or just turned around in general. jake loved that. he wanted to ruin you.

you looked adorable today, with your skimpy baby blue shorts that barely covered your ass and a simple white tank top, ‘unfortunately with a bra on’ jake thought.

sunghoon’s better than him, cus’ he would’ve fucked you the moment you moved in.

“sunghoon went to get some groceries, he’ll be back shortly, come in.” you softly smiled, letting jake walk through the doorstep.

“how’s college going?” he asked you, sitting down on the brown couch.

“it’s going alright, just a lot of work.” you awkwardly giggled.

“have you gone to the parties?”

“erm..not really, i don’t really like that environment anyways. i prefer staying in my room.” you were now sitting on the sofa across from him.

that’s another thing jake loved about you. you were so well-behaved. from what he knows, because sunghoon has told him, you’ve never gotten wasted or anything, you were that type of girl, you’re always on top of your schoolwork, leading you to be a valedictorian in high school. you were probably even still a virgin.

“ i’ll be right back, i need to go take a quick shower.”

jake, being who he is, obviously took this opportunity for himself. sneakily opening your bathroom door an inch, enough to see you in it. although the fog stained on the glass shower didn’t let him see your bare body, the image was exotic. he could see your hands wander all across your wet body. the fact that he couldn’t see all of you turned him in even more.

it didn’t take long for him to coming your bedroom (which he knows like the back of his hand) and engulf himself into the comfort of your bed. gosh he loved your scent so fucking much. he knew he didn’t have much time so he lowered his jeans along with his boxers and wrapped his hand around his cock.

his breath got louder along with his moans, hoping you wouldn’t hear him. he accelerated his hand motion, closing his eyes imagining you. pictures of you in the shower showing in his mind, wanting to fuck you against that wet wall. it didn’t take long for his cum to spurt out over his bare stomach along with his hand.

he quickly got dressed properly and wiped his hands, trying to leave your room as soon as possible, not before going into your cabinet where you keep your panties, grabbing a new pair since the ones he had at home were used and dirty from his juices. he shoved it in his pocket trying to run out, but before he knew it he heard the door click open.

naturally his brain got into fight or flight, looking for the nearest place to hide in, running to your closet.

you walked into your room, nothing but a towel wrapped around your wet body. jake didn’t fully close the closet door, this allowed him to see you. he hoped you wouldn’t come into the closet, knowing how embarrassing and overall weird it would be to find your friend’s friend in your bathroom hiding.

jake’s prayers were answered as you already had the clothes you were going to put on neatly folded on top of your nightstand. while grabbing your clothes, you noticed how awfully disorganized your bed was. did you leave it like this ? almost like a figure was there.

you brushed it off and got to changing. you let go of your towel letting it drop to the floor. jake was in heaven. his breath hitched, almost gasping out loud at what he was seeing. he put a hand over his mouth to get himself caught. you were perfect.

you clipped a bra around your perfectly sat tits, just like jake imagined them, fuck he could feel himself getting hard again. he’s about to burst out the door and have you bouncing on his dick.

you then opened your the drawer were you would keep all your panties and grabbed a pair, you’ve noticed how you haven’t seen some of your panties in a long time. like the one with the pink bows? gone. the baby blue ones? gone. the dark red ones? gone. and it’s always your favourites too.

you quickly put it on, remembering that jake is downstairs and you don’t want him to be alone for long and become bored.

jake was enjoying the show. you don’t know you’re being watched yet the way you’re putting in your clothes is so seductive. or maybe jake’s just horny.

you soon finish and grab the towel to put it back into the bathroom, leaving your room.

jake knew this was his only chance and sprinted to the living room. trying to not make noise as well. in the span of fifteen seconds he was downstairs, seated. exactly ten seconds later, he heard a front door opening revealing sunghoon. he always gets away with it

“ _______ are you going to live like this for the rest of your life? “ your friend, giselle, said. she would not die before she gets you to attend those goofy frat parties.

“i’m happy like this gis, i don’t want to be around sweaty drunk people, sorry.” as much as you loved giselle, the two of you were the complete opposite.

“just for like an hour or so, so you can live it. you’ll regret not having fun once you grow old!”

although you did not want to go an inch, you give a thought to what she said. she could be right. you’ll feel out of place for sure, but maybe it’s not as bad as you think?

“i guesssssss….” you quietly said but giselle heard you loud and clear, jumping in excitement as if she just won the lottery.

“alright alright let’s calm down.”

“you pulling up to yeonjun’s party tonight?” sunghoon asked jake while they played on the gaming console.

“erm i’m not sure, I’ve got schoolwork to do.”

“jake sim missing a party? that’s some i thought ill never hear.” jake rolled his eyes at his comment.

“literally everyone is going though, even _______.”

jake’s mind lit up. you were going? what in the world made you go? suddenly jake’s dying to go too.

“she is? i thought she hated those things..”

“i thought so too, but supposedly her friend begged her to go and she wants to try it out.”

of course giselle was behind this. jake knew the two of you were inseparable, and she wasn’t the best influence either.

“i’ll see if i go..” jake said before shifting the conversation to another topic.

“isn’t this too much?” you asked looking at yourself in the mirror. the dress, to anyone else, looked completely normal for a party, yet for you, it was way too open and revealing, specially in the chest area. ( it’s just a v-neck)

“you think this is too much? please. it’s not even short short, besides your boobs look great.” you don’t get it. what makes them so great?

“alright let’s go now, before they finish all the booze.” giselle dragged you outside, getting into her car.

jake was starting to believe you simply weren’t coming. you wouldn’t. you’d hate it here.

his mind stopped talking when he saw you. that wasn’t you. who took over you? you looked very unlike yourself. a skimpy dress that barely covered your body. who the hell ? he could not get hard in the middle of a party surrounded by his friends, so he looked away, trying to ignore you as hard as it was.

“wait _____ you’re a virgin?!” one of giselle’s friends, karina, exclaimed after she asked you why you looked so tense.

“is that that obvious?” you’ve never bothered thinking about losing your virginity. it honestly seemed painful that one time you had to write an essay about sexual reproduction sophomore year of high school, so you never went back to it. you don’t have the time for any of that nonsense.

“holy shit you’re the first person in college i’ve met that’s still a virgin! “

you don’t get what’s so surprising. you’re still young anyway. either way, you barely know how to satisfy someone or even yourself.

“wait have you even masturbated?” you shook your head no. the gasps that fell from the table y’all were sitting at could be heard all over the frat house.

“shut up you’re joking, actually?”

“girl what do you do for fun?”

“you need to get laid so you can feel how good it is i swear.”

you quickly dismissed her other friend, ningning’s request. you were too nervous to even go up to a man, how the heck could you just do it with him?

“this room is drowning with fine men, and you’re hot, simple hook.” her other friend said, chaewon. damn giselle’s more popular than you thought.

“i really don’t know anyone here, it’ll be too awkward..” you scratched your neck. this just made you realize how disconnected socially you were. you only knew sunghoon and jake out of the thousand people here.

“wait her roommate is sunghoon right giselle?” giselle nodded at kazuha’s question.

“wait sunghoon? ew no. i’ve known him forever we’re like siblings!” kazuha chuckled.

“no not him! but his bestie, jake. he’s been glancing at our table since we got here. you know him?”

jake? you never thought of him that way. sure he was handsome and very honestly your type of guy, but would he really? from what you know, he's not that type of guy. sunghoon described him as the "purest" of his friend group. (girl if only you knew..)

“he’s cute, and kazuha’s right, he keeps staring at you.” giselle adds on.

jake couldn’t enjoy himself. knowing you’re here somehow affects him more than he thought it would. he should’ve stayed playing on his playstation.

while the rest of his friends went on to dance with their girlfriends, jake stood there seated on the stool. glancing your direction every now and then, hoping to god you wouldn’t catch him. he was so lost in his head that he didn’t even notice someone standing next to him.

almost as if you could read his mind, there you were. standing, arms crossed, bitting your lip nervously. like you had something to tell him.

you’ve never flirted with anyone before, you’re just going to ‘wing it’ like chaewon said.

“______? i thought you didn’t like this environment.” he started the conversation, quoting what you said to him a couple of days ago when he visited.

you laughed nervously. “ha, yea, still do but i guess i just wanted to try it out for once.” jake could tell something’s up. normally you wouldn’t be so nervous talking to him. or maybe he just looks real fine tonight.

to ease up the tension, jake led the conversation pretty smoothly. mostly asking you about school and such. thankfully, you looked more relaxed a couple of minutes into the conversation, he really is a great talker, you thought.

somehow the topic tumbled over boyfriends and girlfriends. you don’t know how.

“seriously? i don’t believe you!” jake said as you told him your very empty love life. jake already knew this obviously, he just pretended to not know so you wouldn’t be weirded out.

“have you?” you asked. jake nodded. “ like three in high school but none during college, just hook-ups i guess.” your eyes widened, not expecting that last part. this is what sunghoon thinks of as ‘pure’ ?

“what is that surprising?” jake chuckled after seeing your reaction. you waved him off denying it, but it was actually shocking.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to react like that.”

“it’s cool don’t worry. i’m guessing you don’t do those kind of things.” your cheeks were tinted red. the way he was staring at you at that moment did something inside you that you’ve never felt before.

“uh, no never actually.” jake just smirked at your response, now catching up on why you came up to him so nervous.

jake never thought this day would actually come. he had you asking him to “show him how to do it.”

and there he was, showing you. you were on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with those cute doe eyes of yours.

“just stroke it baby , up and down, slowly.” you were almost scared of screwing it up. your hand can barely wrap around his dick completely. jake had to hold himself together, he could cum right now.

“fuck yeah just like that baby, now faster.” you do as told, noticing how lubricated he’s become. you were engrossed at his reactions. he was groaning and moaning with every stroke you gave.

“open your mouth baby, i wanna feel it.” mouth?

“my mouth? do i just suck it? or ?”

“just open it baby.” you soon opened your mouth while he gathered your hair into a ponytail in his hands. pushing himself in as much as he could.

you did what your intuition told you to and began sucking it and licking it, catching jake by surprise.

“shit princess. stepping ahead i see.” his head thrown back, this might be the best head he’s ever gotten.

the image of the way your small mouth wrapped around his cock drove him insane.

jake started moving his hips up into your mouth, making you gag. although you pretty much couldn’t breath properly. you…liked it? you did not want to let go of him.

“fuck baby, stop i can’t cum so fast, i need to fuck you.” he said pushing you off of his dick, laying you down on his bed, bare right in front of him.

your heart started to speed up, was this actually about to happen?

“relax baby, i promise ill try to make it as enjoyable as possible. trust me.” he said kissing your plump lips.

jake looked calm and cool on the outside but was he panicking on the inside. like he said before, he can’t believe the day finally came.

his hands rummaged through your body, fuck it was literally perfect. just like the last time he saw it.

his fingers found your pussy, rubbing your clit, catching you by surprise. you’ve never had this sort of sensation before. as he kept teasing your heat and sucking your clit, you get what the girls were talking about.

“oh my- “ you could barely speak as jake was too fixated in your pussy. your fingers entangled between his locks, you’ve really been missing out.

jake pulled away, earning a whine form the loss of contact, but then you saw him grab a condom and roll on to him.

you took a deep breath as he lined himself up in your entrance.

“it’s going to hurt a little at first baby, it’s normal, just relax okay?” you nodded and kissed him before he entered inch by inch.

jake in reality wanted to pound into you. seeing your expressions with his cock inside of you isn’t helping.

it hurt more than a ‘little’ , you had to admit. as he fully entered you, jake groped your breast, kissing them, leaving hickeys all over them. knowing that no other man has been able to do this to you made him moan. you’re all his.

“you can move..” you said getting the green light to start to thrust.

soon the pain you felt in the beginning, vanished as you suddenly wanted him to go faster and faster.

“oh fuck right there!” this was the first time jake heard you curse and fuck was it hot.

“yea baby? want me to go faster? you love this cock that much already hm?” you nodded desperately.

jake was over the moon, this was so much better than what he imagined. you were like an actual goddess, he was the lucky one.

jake, wanting to go deeper, grabbed your thighs and put them over his shoulders, leaning down.

you felt like you were in another world. you had no idea you could feel this amount of pleasure ever. you were almost crying from the level of ecstasy.

“i f-feel something, i think i’m going to come…” you said, unsure of what the feeling was.

“shit baby me too, cum all over my dick like the good girl you are.” your legs trembled as you felt some sort of relief wash over your body. both jake and you moaned as your climaxes reach over.

pulling out and dispensing his condom, jake laid next to you, grabbing your waist.

“so…what do you think?” he said caressing your cheek. you looked at him in awe.

“should’ve done that a long time ago.”

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l0v3tast3 · 1 year

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pervy neighbor!toji headcanons !

toji sets his sights on you and just can't look away!

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, maybe tw for stepcest (toji dates your mom)?, age gap (reader is college age, toji is probably late-30's), kind of dubious consent, infidelity, loss of virginity, unsafe sex, kind of obsessive!toji, pet names, breeding kink, corruption kink, dacryphilia, reader definitely has daddy issues (but no daddy kink)

✎ word count: 5k words (might have gotten a little carried away. but it's proofread!)

✎ author's note: something about jjk characters makes me have the worst, filthiest thoughts i've ever had, but i'm not upset about it. also genuinely surprised that this turned out to be 5k words i thought it would be like 2k max ( 〃▽〃) . . . toji brings out the best and worst in me <3

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♡ when toji first lays eyes on you, it's sick how fast he starts thinking dirty thoughts. your mother and you are his new neighbors, coming over to say "hi" and introduce yourselves. your mother looked to be around his age, while you looked like you were probably in college (she must have had you when she was young like he had with megumi), but the way you half-hid yourself behind your mom wasn't helping you look any older.

♡ your mom makes you introduce yourself to him and you do so shyly, calling him "mr. zenin", barely making eye contact with the man that was a full head and a half taller than you. he smiles down at you and sticks out his hand, and after a moment you shakily take it, his engulfing yours completely. he could easily pin down both your hands with one of his. hell, he could pin down your whole body with one of his hands. he lingers a little too long, and you retreat a little further behind your mom after he lets go, your face an adorable shade of red.

♡ toji only half-listens to your mother rambling on, mostly just staring at you and being grateful that his shirt was long enough to cover his boner. he tuned in when she talked about how you went to college but still lived with her because it wasn't far. he also listened to when your mother mentioned her job took her across the country or even out of it a lot of the time. oh, so many thoughts were already forming in his head. toji could get quite creative when he wanted to.

♡ he can tell your mom is attracted to him when she juts out her chest and mentions her deadbeat ex-husband more than once. so he exchanges numbers with her and flirts a little. he's a single man, what else is he to do?

♡ toji figures out that, by the grace of god it seems, your bedroom is the one with the window directly across from his, and you don't seem to realize that your pink lace curtains are see-through. it really just kept getting better for him, didn't it? he absolutely watches your silhouette of you changing, watching your little figure take your shirt and shorts off, imagining he was in the room with you. if he were there, he wouldn't have to watch you put on other clothes. he would take off your clothes for you, probably rip them a little too (on accident, of course). he would make sure you didn't put anything on for a good long time, except maybe some cute lingerie. or a collar.

♡ he takes the time to work up to dating your mom. toji's a patient man, he can wait to get his hands on you. distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? and the better he gets to know your mother, the better he gets to know you, too. oh, she raves about you, of course! a model student and such a good girl, never getting into any trouble, always focusing on your schoolwork. you graduated top of your class in high school, and were on track to do the same in college. her baby was basically a genius! toji's heart swelled to hear about just how much of a good girl you were.

♡ it's not long before he's at your dinner table with your mother and you and a wonderful home-cooked meal. the woman that he's supposed to be looking at luckily talks enough that she doesn't realize toji is staring at you the whole time. you practically squirm in your chair under his gaze, hardly saying a word unless you were spoken to. he asks you normal questions, like how's school going, oh you're in your last year? any plans after college? he loves hearing your meek voice stutter out your answers. your mom has to tell you to speak up and you get that cute redness in your cheeks again, raising your voice just the slightest bit. you still called him "mr. zenin", so he tells you to just call him toji. you nod, but you don't actually say his name after that.

♡ at the end of the meal, he of course insists on cleaning up himself, and he's in the kitchen with a grin when he hears your mother telling you to help him clean up. you mumble something he can't hear, and your mom responds with "he is not scary, now go help him!" and he laughs a little. he'll make sure you aren't scared of him for long.

♡ you shuffle in with a few more dirty dishes and place them next to the sink, then look around for something to do before awkwardly picking up a rag and starting to dry what he had already washed. after a little bit of silence, toji strikes up some friendly conversation. "so, are you really liking college? your mom has been telling me all about how well you're doing. she's always talking about how much of a good girl you are," he says. the way your face once again got red was something toji needed to see more often. you seem to stop dead in your tracks and malfunction a bit when he calls you a "good girl", and you stutter something like "uh, yeah, it's- it's been good. she... actually said all that?" he wants to feel how you'll clench around him when he calls you a good girl as you take his thick cock. "yeah, she did," he says with a chuckle. "what? does she not say it to you a lot?" you shake your head no. poor baby, no one was telling you how great of a job you were doing. toji will, though. he'll praise you all night long when you manage to fit all of him inside you.

♡ he starts coming over more after that. he notices that (when asked first) you start telling him more about your achievements in college, like when you ace an exam or your professors write good feedback on your essays. and of course, he's always there to tell you what a great job you did; sometimes he adds in the words "good girl", just for fun. he even starts getting little smiles out of you, tiny at first, but they started spreading to your pretty eyes not too long after. you even start calling him "toji", finally. his name sounds so good coming out of your mouth, he wants to hear you say it while he's got his head shoved between your squishy thighs.

♡ it takes months, months of toji jerking himself off to every filthy thought imaginable about you, months of getting you to warm up to him, months of convincing your mother that he really was into her. it all pays off when the worst storm of the season rolls in. it's around 10pm when your mom calls him from halfway across the country, worried about you because she heard about the storm. apparently, you'll "freak out" if the power goes out. you get paranoid easily, she says. toji tells her not to worry, he'll check on you. he grabs his keys and coat and is knocking on your door within two minutes, albeit drenched in rain water. he sees you peak around the curtain of the window next to the door before you open it, asking him what he was doing here. "your mom asked me to check on you. says you scare easy." she was absolutely right, but you still huffed indignantly.

♡ you let him in, of course, and ask him if he wants a change of clothes. you say your mom probably has some of her ex's old clothes lying around that might fit him. he says sure and asks if he could shower, too. you stutter out a "yeah" and lead him to the bathroom, showing him where the towels and soaps were, accidentally brushing against him in the tight space. he can feel how intense your heartbeat is, just for a second. it makes toji want to smooth his hands all over your body, dig into the knots in your back and make it slow before he raises it even higher. you scurry off to your moms room to find a change of clothes for him.

♡ it takes you awhile to dig out something that might fit him, a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. it takes you so long, in fact, that he's out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist, opening the door just when you're about to leave the clothes on the floor. he thinks your nose might actually start bleeding when you see him shirtless, and it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. part of him thinks it would be funny to just drop the towel, but you scare easy. you hand him the clothes and speed-walk to the living room before he can thank you.

♡ toji gets changed into the t-shirt that clings to his skin and the sweatpants that are loose but will definitely show the imprint of his dick as soon he sits down. luckily, your couch has pillows. he finds you in the living room, your legs curled up to your chest as you look through netflix for something to watch. he plops down right beside you, making sure to grab a pillow for his lap, putting a foot up on the coffee table. you ask him if he's staying, and he says of course, what if the power goes out? do you know how to use the circuit breaker? you say you sort of do. he clicks his tongue and declares he's staying. you just hand him the tv remote and tell him to choose something to watch. you always let him take the lead with everything.

♡ it takes a lot of back and forth of him teasing you for never knowing what to watch and you just repeating "just put on whatever you want!", and when you finally do decide on something, the power goes out. you let out a squeak and instinctively press yourself closer to him, but he's wrapping an arm around you and saying softly that it's alright, it'll come back on soon. he can see your worried expression from the streetlights shining in faintly, and he reaches up to lightly pinch your cheek, muttering that you're so cute like this.

♡ "you think- you think 'm cute?" you ask quietly, and he nods with a smirk. "mhm, think you're adorable. such a pretty girl," he says, leaning in just a little closer. his large hand that takes up half your face is in your hair now, tangling his fingers in it and playing with it a little. you're so warm, heating up the more he touched you. his other hand rubs your back, slowly going lower, inch by inch. he can see his touch having an effect on you, a very, very positive one. your breathing gets a little bit quicker. he can feel your heartbeat through your back.

♡ "think you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen." the hand on your back is coming back up, to your shoulder and grazing past your neck to cup the side of your jaw and stroke his thumb over your soft cheek. "do you not think you're pretty, baby?" you definitely notice the pet name, but you don't say anything about it, just look down and shake your head a little. "oh, princess, can't have that now." he guides your head back up to make you look at him again with wide eyes. "i can show you. you're gonna let me show you how pretty you are, right baby?"

♡ you give a tiny nod and he kisses you, and god, toji is in love with your lips. they're so soft and sweet, and he can't help but move a hand to the back of your neck to pull you in deeper, greedily swallowing the little noises you made. he finds it cute how you struggle to keep up with him, how a whimper escapes you when one of his overly-sharp canines catches your lip. he wants to mark you all over with them, claim every part of your body as his, listen to you yelp when he sinks them in almost too deep.

♡ toji draws away and laughs when you try to follow him, taking in your dazed look, red lips shiny with his and your spit and blown pupils. "aw, sweet girl, you already look so fucked out. haven't even done anything to you yet," he mumbles as he starts kissing down your jaw and around your neck. the pillow is gone and he's picking you up effortlessly to put you on his lap, facing him. he's obsessed with how small you are compared to him. you're trying so hard to hold back more noises, and your hands go to his broad shoulders, as if you were going to push him away (not that it would do anything, he's got an arm wrapped around your back now). but you don't, you just gasp out a whiny "what about my mom and you?" and he draws back a little to look you in the eye, lips hovering just over yours again. "'m just showin' you how pretty you are, baby. she doesn't appreciate you enough, does she? i can, so much better, princess. we can keep it secret, right?" he says, his voice low and rumbling and you look hypnotized.

♡ you nodded a little with an "mhm" and he smiles, kissing you again. he takes his time with you, as agonizing as it is, but he needs to work you open. your mom was going to be gone for another few days still, and he had already waited this long. when he pulled away again he went straight to kissing down the other side of your neck, using his hand still in your hair to move your baggy shirt to expose more skin. he uses the other one around your waist to press you into him a little more and down enough to feel his hard dick through your shorts and his pants. it forces a little gasp out of you and your grip on his shoulders tightens, balling his shirt. "toji, i've never- haven't done this before," you mumble. he knows, of course, he knew it from the start, could practically smell it on you.

♡ "'s okay, princess, i'll go slow. i'll be so gentle with you, promise," he mumbles into your skin, his hands all over your body, in your hair and on your back and your arms and under your breasts, over your stomach. it's almost overwhelming to you. his hands end up grabbing you under your thighs, just below your ass, and you let out a yelp and wrapped your arms around his neck tight when he stands up with you. "c'mon, baby, can't show you how pretty you are in here." he brings you to your room, glad to see there's a little bit of streetlight coming in too here. he sits down on the edge of your cushy bed with you still in his lap, lathering your collarbone with attention.

♡ his hands are rubbing your hips, edging underneath your shirt and pressing you down more and more against his aching cock. "feel how hard you get me, sweet girl? 's cause you're so damn cute," he breathes, and he's so happy when you start shakily grinding down against him, your legs spread so wide by his. he's been waiting for this for so fucking long, and now he's finally in your room, finally inching your shirt over your head for you. toji's scar stretches with his smile when he sees you aren't wearing a bra, and he catches the arm that tries to cover yourself up. "mm-mm, princess, gotta see all of ya." he puts your hand back on his shoulder and uses his to grope the tit he's not sucking and nipping and licking at. your body twitches and a dainty hand goes to his hair, and you're finally moaning for him, whimpering his name when he tugs a little too hard with his teeth.

♡ the power comes back on on it's own just as your nipples are starting to get sore, your fairy lights taped around the edge of the ceiling lighting the room up with a soft glow. toji detaches himself from you and smiles. "can finally fuckin' see ya again, 'bout time," he mumbles, going right back to what he was just doing. you whine and your grip on his hair and shoulder get a little bit tighter, but his hands don't let you move in any direction except closer to him. he keeps going, too busy thinking about how gorgeous your tits will look when they're swollen with milk, how sweet they already are and how much sweeter they will be, until you tug on his hair a little and say his name between sharp breaths. he finally lets up and his hands go to your waist and hips.

♡ he helps guide you while you grind down on him, just taking in how you close your eyes and let out sweet little gasps whenever he bumps your clit through your shorts and underwear. "gonna let me take these off of ya, sweet girl?" he murmurs, his hands massaging your thighs and ass, waiting impatiently for you to nod again before he picks you up again and lays you down on your bed. he's just glad it's a queen size; enough space for him to fuck you most ways he wants.

♡ he follows your shorts and underwear down your legs with his mouth, committing all your embarrassed squeaks to memory. you try to close your legs once he has everything off but of course he doesn't let you. toji's smile doesn't leave his face while he's taking your thighs in his hands to spread them apart, leaving one to smooth a hand over your belly. "prettiest girl i've ever fuckin' seen," he says again, watching his hand go to spread your little pussy apart. his thumb grazes your clit and your hips jerk and he laughs. "so damn sensitive. never had anyone down here, baby, not even to eat this pretty pussy out?" you can't even look at him when you shake your head. if it's possible, his dick gets even harder. "good. dumbass frat boys couldn't ever do it like i can."

♡ once toji finally gets his mouth on your soaked cunt he doesn't think he's capable of stopping. you're practically dripping onto the bed, and he's there to lick every drop up, swallowing it happily and coaxing as much more as he can out of you with his tongue. your body is already writhing, you already have your hands in his hair, you're already crying out for him, and he's in a state of euphoria.

♡ he stops for a moment and you're about to ask what's wrong before he's muttering about how the bed is "too damn short" and you're being dragged down to the edge. your noise of surprise turns into a gasp when he starts sucking on your clit again, now kneeling on the floor. toji throws your legs over his shoulders and holds down the top of one to keep you in place, his other hand coming back to your pussy. his middle finger is slowly sinking into you and he moans into you when he feels how tight you are; his hand is never going to be enough to get himself off after this. when he starts working in a second finger you cum; you can feel it everywhere in you, taking over your body and your head (you think you may get addicted to this, to toji doing this to you).

♡ of course, toji doesn't stop after you've cum once. he gives you a little break, despite being so close to breaking himself. he's so close to letting himself loose on you, so close to digging his fingers in just bit too hard and sinking his teeth in too deep. somehow, he manages to just rub your hips and nip at your inner thighs. you mewl out his name and try to pull him back up to you but he doesn't budge, instead laughing and shaking his head. "not yet, princess, you're still way too tight." he pushes two fingers back in, his mouth hovering back over your clit. "wouldn't want to rip you in half, would we?" you stopped listening the second he started back up on your still-sensitive clit, throwing your head back and grabbing his hair again. "ah-h, toji, wait-!" he wasn't listening either.

♡ he doesn't let up until he makes you cum with three fingers (twice) and you're nearly crying from overstimulation. the only words you seem to be able to form at this point are "toji" and "please", and toji thinks this is his new favorite version of you. eventually, when he runs out of patience and he deems that it won't hurt that much, he finally lets you come down from the high he'd kept you on. he leaves one more mark on your thigh before he stands up to strip himself down quick, releasing a breath of relief when his aching cock is finally freed.

♡ it takes a moment for toji to decide how to take you. in all the months he waited and thought about this, he never could decide on this part. he would have you ride him, if your legs weren't still shaking. he decided to just say "fuck it" and go with missionary; easier to see your cute expressions like that. toji moves you back up the bed and climbs over you, smiling and cooing down at your watery eyes and his favorite shade of red painting your skin. he wraps your legs around your waist and brings his hands to cup your face again.

♡ "aw, what's wrong, baby? you were beggin' me for somethin' just a minute ago, what was it? hm, princess? c'mon, use your words." you mumble out a little "please", and toji shakes his head. "'please' what? you want more, 's that what you're tryin' to say? c'mon baby, tell me you want more," he says, one of his huge hands grabbing your jaw, putting the lightest amount of pressure on it. your eyes widen a bit and you nod, squeaking out a "more, toji, please!" and his cheeks start to hurt from how wide his smile grows.

♡ he took a moment to appreciate the view of his dick resting heavy on your stomach, a before-shot of how deep he'll reach inside of you. his head came to just below your belly button; toji could have came just from that. he notices you're still just looking at him and he takes one of your hands and wraps it around his cock for you, and you finally look down at it. he wishes he could take a picture of your face, it's both hilarious and incredibly cute. "toji, 's not- not gonna fit," you mumble as he moves your hand up and down it. he laughs a little. "we'll make it fit, princess, don't worry." he's gathering both your hands now in one of his and pinning them over your head. "it'll only hurt for a minute, then it'll feel so good, baby, i promise. not gonna want me to ever stop." toji rubs his dick through the folds of your pussy, covering it in your own arousal, his head brushing your clit and making you whine. "all ya gotta do is lay here all pretty and take it for me, you can do that, right baby? i know you can, bein' such a good girl for me." you're melting and practically dripping from his words and he lines his head up to start pushing into you.

♡ your hands squeeze his just about as tight as your tiny pussy does around the head of his cock once it pops in. toji kisses you and moans while you gasp, and he pushes in a little more, and you already feel like this would be enough. he's so thick; his fingers had felt so big to you, but now that just made you feel dumb. he draws back an inch just to push in two more and your legs are tightening around his waist. you're making cute little noises while he pushes your jaw up to mark more of your neck. he's everywhere, surrounding your entire body with his, not giving you an inch to move. you feel him everywhere, inside and out, and he's so deep inside you, and he still has a couple inches to go.

♡ his hips finally meet your thighs and toji thinks he's found heaven. he was so elated to have you how he wanted you, ecstatic that his months of work had finally paid off. he stops sucking on your neck to come nose-to-nose with you, his hold on your jaw loosening so he could thread his hand through your hair. "ohh, fuck, pretty girl, you're doin' so fuckin' good, bein' such a good girl for me," he breathed with a smile and hooded eyes. "does it hurt, princess? 'm sorry, it'll go away soon, baby, i promise. gonna feel so good in a minute. feels so good around me, so much better that i ever thought- shit, baby," he chokes out a moan when you're squeezing even tighter around him and you whine, trying to move your hips to get him to move.

♡ he starts moving, and he swears he tries to go slow, but it admittedly doesn't take long before he's really fucking you. "takin' it like a fuckin' champ, baby, my god. feels so fuckin' good. never leavin' this pussy, fuckin' never, princess. hah, sweet girl, don't squirm so much, how am i supposed to find all your good spots like that? that's it, baby, just take it for me. such a good fucking girl." his mouth gets filthy and it just doesn't stop running while he fucks any air and any thoughts out of your body. he's too deep, there's too much of him but it's so good that you just don't care. it's so much better than you thought it would be, toji makes it so much better than you thought it would be.

♡ you cum before long and he fucks you through it, holding your jaw to keep eye contact with you the entire time, obsessed with the tears threatening to fall from your wet lashes. he slows down as you come down and you think he's mercifully giving you a break when he pulls out, despite your cry of protest that he wants to make his ringtone. then he's picking you up and standing up with you to sit in front of your floor-length mirror with your back to his chest. "don't ya remember, baby? i gotta show you just how pretty you are," he says in your ear as he digs his hands into your hips and ass tight enough that there will definitely be bruises, but he's lining you up and pushing you down on his cock before you can whine about it. you're clawing at his arms and reaching behind you to grab his hair while he keeps sinking you down, and he watches with a salacious grin.

♡ "see, princess, see how pretty you are? bouncin' up and down on my cock like you were fuckin' made for it, you were, weren't you? fuckin' perfect fit. you look so perfect taking my cock, such a pretty girl. prettiest fuckin' girl i've ever seen. no, no, don't look away baby, watch how good you take my dick inside your tiny little pussy. that's it, princess. this pussy is mine now, right, baby? right? yeah, all mine now. gonna ruin you for any other man on the fuckin' planet."

♡ you came again and toji wasn't far behind you after that, practically using you like a toy at this point. you did your best to cling to him, but the only thing you could do in his hold was to watch and feel his fat cock bullying in and out of your pussy. babbles and moans were all you could manage now, and the only thing that would have made toji happier was if he had his phone in his hands to record it. he'd have plenty of chances later, anyways.

♡ "gonna let me cum in your pretty pussy, baby? aww, hah, too cock drunk to speak, huh? did i fuck you dumb already? mm, like you like this a lot, princess. so sweet for me. i'll fill you up with my cum as a reward, how's that sound? ha! your pussy likes that idea! squeezin' me so damn tight, you like that idea, don't you pretty girl? ohh, just be good and take it, just like that baby."

♡ he slams you down all the way on his cock and wraps his arms around you, grinding up into you hard, and you feel your belly get warm and somehow you feel even more full. you go limp against him, closing your eyes and whimpering with every twitch of his hips. it's just the mix of your heavy breathing for a few moments before toji's sitting back up from curling you both forward, looking in the mirror again.

♡ "aww, c'mon baby, you're letting it all leak out," he says, his voice gravelly and a bit heavier than before. when you don't open your eyes fast enough, his hand is in your hair and pulling it to make you look at where his cum is leaking out of you around his cock. and he's still hard.

♡ "guess i'll just have to fill you up again to make up for it, huh, pretty girl?"

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x female reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #tw stepcest #— lilly writes! ♡

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lilacura · 6 months

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”Uh oh”

Pairing: no specific pairing tbh

Genre: College Au

Tw: idk humiliation?

Summary: As Y/N faced the aftermath of her accidental love letter revelation, she grappled with the unexpected turn of events, hoping that amidst the chaos, she might find a silver lining to this cringe-worthy chapter in her college life.

part 2

Y/N had always been a hopeless romantic, secretly harboring feelings for her four crushes: Huh Yunjin, Ahn Yujin, Kim Minjeong, and Kim Minji. In an attempt to express her emotions without revealing her identity, she poured her heart into love letters addressed to each of them.

One fateful morning, Y/N overslept and rushed to gather her assignments from her desk before dashing to class. Unbeknownst to her, the stack of love letters was mistakenly mixed in with her schoolwork. As fate would have it, her professor decided to read out the titles of the papers to the class.

Amid the sea of mundane titles, one stood out like a neon sign: "Confessions of the Heart." Y/N's eyes widened, and her heart plummeted as the professor began reading excerpts, unintentionally revealing the contents of her most intimate thoughts.

“Uh oh” Panicking, Y/N leaped from her seat and sprinted to the teacher's desk, desperately pleading for the return of her love letters. Despite her heartfelt apologies and promises of eternal gratitude, the professor remained adamant, refusing to spare her from the impending embarrassment.

The next day, Y/N's worst nightmare unfolded. Love letters meant for Huh Yunjin, Ahn Yujin, Kim Minjeong, and Minji were scattered throughout the school, each page revealing her deepest emotions. The once-private confessions were now public, and Y/N couldn't escape the stares, whispers, and giggles that followed her every step.

Her crushes, unsuspecting of the storm brewing around them, discovered the letters one by one. Y/N watched as they reacted with amusement, confusion, and occasionally exchanged glances with her. The embarrassment reached its peak as her high school became a stage for the unintentional romantic drama that unfolded. “Uh oh” said Y/N but this time it was filled with humiliation.

this was rlly short bc i’m gonna make a pt.2 if it does well 🙏🏼

who would you guys want to be the main on pt.2?

#ive #le sserafim #aespa #aespa x reader #le sserafim x reader #ive x reader #yujin x reader #minjeong x reader #minji x reader #newjeans #yunjin x reader

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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Imagines: Out of My League

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Summary: Flashback. The story of how you and Joe came to be. Years before marriage and your little family.

Warnings: none, fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Beginning of… Into The Mystic

A/N: Joe is a senior in high school and you are a junior. It's your first year at Athens HS! Also, most of these students' names are made up.

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August, 2014

(Joe’s pov)

“Yo! Joey!” - Zach

I turned around to see one of my best friends running up to me.

“First day of senior year!” - Zach

“Yup! Just think about it, we’re like the big dogs now.” - Joe

“Ya know it. I heard that there's this really hot new chick coming from Kentucky.” - Zach

“Well, I don't want any part of that. I've got enough going on with football and schoolwork. Don't be surprised if my next girlfriend is in college.” - Joe

“Damn dude, that was pretty forward. You haven't even seen her yet. This could be your Juliette, Romeo!” - Zach

“I highly doubt it.” - Joe

We rounded the corner to find a few more of the football guys and a few of their girlfriends with them.

“Yeah, her name is y/n.” - Cassidy

“Who is?” - Joe

After making my presence known, Cassidy turned around and rolled her eyes at the sight of me.

“Dude, what was that for?” - Joe

“Shoo, Joe.” - Cassidy

“What, why?” - Joe

“Because I'd rather you leave than explain that we have a new girl just to hear you say you're focusing on football.” - Cassidy

“She’s got a point.” - Zach

“Who's side are you on?” - Joe rolled his eyes

Before Zach could answer, the bell rang, telling us to head to first period.

The group disbanded, and when everyone else went in the direction of the same classroom, I realized I was probably going to be alone in this class.

My first period was chemistry, and sadly, the teacher was notorious for a boy-girl seating chart.

I walked upstairs and found the room. When I walked in, everyone was in their seats already.

Looking for my name attached to a seat number on the board, I found it and then went on trying to find it.

The tables were for two people, and in the back corner where my table was, I saw that a girl was already occupying the other seat.

She was pretty, I won't lie, but I'd never seen her before.

The girl was looking down at her schedule when I sat my stuff down on the table, causing her to look up at me.

A warm smile spread across her lips, and I found myself studying her face a little too long.

“Hi.” - Joe

“Hey.” - you

I sat down next to her, my mind trying to come up with a conversation.

“Enjoying your first day so far?” - Joe

“Yeah, pretty well, you?” - you

“Same. Other than my friend’s girlfriend being rude to me for no reason.” - Joe

She laughed. It was one of the cutest laughs I've ever heard, and it was infectious too.

“I'm sure you didn't deserve it.” - you

“Thank you! I walked up to them, and she just rolled her eyes at me.” - Joe

“Dang man, she has beef with you.” - you

“That's what I'm sayin’. I don't know what I've ever done to her, though.” - Joe

“Ask her.” - you shrugged

“Nah, I don't care that much. Why am I even telling you this?” - Joe

“I don't know.” - you laughed

There's that laugh again.

“I just started unloading on you, huh? Well, I haven't seen you before so tell me about yourself.” - Joe

“Well, I'm a junior, so that's probably why. I'm not that interesting though. I strive for good grades, and I do gymnastics with a side of dance.” - you

“Oh really? I play football.” - Joe

“That's cool.” - you smiled

“Yeah, I’m feeling really good about this season, I just know it's gonna be great.” - Joe

“Well, I wish you luck.” - you

“I appreciate that, and you too. Hope gymnastics goes well.” - Joe

“Thank you.” - you smiled

Before the conversation could go further, the teacher started talking about what we should expect in this class. The teacher didn't stop me and my new seat buddy from talking, though.

As we talked longer, I realized we had a lot in common. I wouldn't be lying if I said she was the first girl I've talked to about Star Wars.

She was really fun, though, and easy to talk to.

Our conversation lasted till the bell rang, and we both sheepishly smiled when we realized that we'd been loudly talking in a quiet classroom.

I stood up and started packing my things. She did the same. The rest of the students were filing out of the room when we both put our backpacks on, seemingly in sync.

“I… I’m Joe, by the way. Joe Burrow, but most call me Joey.” - Joe

“It was nice talking to you, Joey. I'm y/n.” - you

She shook my hand and walked out of the door, leaving me shocked.

y/n… new hot girl from Kentucky.

After talking to her, it felt wrong to refer to her in that way. She was really pretty, but hot isn't a word I like to use when referring to girls.

I hope I have more classes with her. Woah, what am I saying?!

Focus on football, Joe.

——

Sadly, I didn't have any more classes with y/n, but I thankfully had friends in all my other classes.

I had lunch B, and most of my football buddies were in there, but I found myself zoning out while trying to look around the room for her.

Ever since the bell rang in chemistry, I haven't stopped thinking about y/n. It was becoming a slight problem, but it seemed like all I wanted was to go to chemistry tomorrow and talk to her.

After school ended, the football team stayed after school since we had our first home game the same day.

Hours later, we were suited up and ready to go out and stretch.

When we ran out and took the field as the senior quarterback, I was naturally the one leading the pack, but my eyes drifted toward the sideline.

One of the cheerleaders was flipping while the others were in stunts, but when she landed her last trick and posed, I gasped lightly when I saw who it was.

y/n.

That's how Cassidy knew her name! She’s a cheerleader!

“Joe! Where are you going?” - Zach

The sound of my teammate yelling snapped me out of my daydream, and I realized that when the rest of the team stopped running to stretch, I kept going because all I was paying attention to was y/n.

“Oh.” - Joe

I turned around and ran to where I was supposed to be, but when I turned around, y/n was smiling at me. I smiled back.

——

We ended up winning the game, which is always amazing, but even better since it was our home opener.

After walking back into the locker room to hear what the coaches had to say, I showered and packed up to find my parents.

I wasn't at all surprised when most of the cheerleaders were standing outside waiting. Most of their boyfriends were players, so they'd wait after for them.

My eyes landed on my parents and brothers, but as I was walking in their direction, I heard a familiar voice calling for me.

“Joe!” - you

I turned in the direction of the voice to see y/n speedwalking over to me with a smile on her face.

“Hey, y/n.” - Joe smiled

“Hey, you did well! I knew you said you played football but I wasn't expecting that. You're super good.” - you

Is it hot out here all of a sudden? Why is my face heating up?

“Thanks. You're really good too. I know those flips are hard to do. You make it look effortless.” - Joe

“Thanks… sorry I distracted you though.” - you

“Not your fault, I just wasn't expecting to see you. You look uh… good, by the way.” - Joe

“You too.” - you giggled

Just as I was about to say something else, I heard my mom's voice calling for me.

“Sorry, that's my mom. I gotta go.” - Joe

“It's all good. See you in chem?” - you

“See you in chem.” - Joe

As I walked away from her, I felt something I'd never felt before.

Oh no.

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Next Day

It was Friday and lunchtime.

All my teammates were feeling good after the win yesterday, and sure, I was too, but that wasn't what was on my mind.

This morning in chemistry, I found myself lost in a conversation with y/n again. The disappointment when the bell rang was insane. I never wanted to stop talking to her.

She was just different.

The attention she got from other guys was because of her looks, and she was pretty, gosh, she was pretty… but I didn't like being around her for that.

We had a lot in common and never ran out of things to talk about. She listened to what I had to say and gave great feedback. We talked about our futures and what we wanted to be when we graduated.

I told her about my hopes of going to the league, and what she replied with gave me a flutter in my stomach that I'd never felt before.

“If you make it to the NFL, you have to invite me to come see you.”

I’d known this girl for two days and I was already ready to make that promise.

My mind was so stuck on that altercation that I didn't hear Zach talking to me from across the table.

“Joe? Joe!” - Zach

I flinched slightly and looked up at him, all the guys at the table watching me with weird looks on their faces.

“Sorry… I spaced out.” - Joe

“Anyway, Cassidy told me that y/n was asking about you at their lunch.” - Zach

“What? What'd she ask?” - Joe

Should my heart be beating this fast?

“Asked if you had a girlfriend, I guess. Don't worry, though, Cas told her that you're focusing on football.” - Zach

“Oh. Okay.” - Joe

Is that really what I want?

“She’s so funny to tease.” - Chad

“Seriously, she's got cheerleader brain.” - Max

Why are they talking about her like that??

“I gotta go.” - Joe

I stood up from the lunch table, quickly finding a trashcan and throwing my stuff away before walking out of the lunch room.

“What’s his problem?” - Max

“I don't know, bro.” - Chad

Zach knew because he was right. What he told me yesterday was haunting me.

Romeo, this could be your Juliette.

——

My thoughts ran wild as I went to the office and asked to do some volunteer work.

The receptionist gave me the okay to go down to the middle school for the remainder of the lunch period.

I drove over to the middle school and went up to the office, clicking the button to signal the office worker that I was out there.

When the door unlocked I was able to open it. I did, and whose eyes I met surprised me.

“y/n?” - Joe

“Oh, hey Joe.” - you

“What are you doing here?” - Joe

“Gonna head to a class to volunteer, I have a free period right now. Aren't you supposed to be in lunch?” - you

“Well, yeah, but I had to get out of there.” - Joe

“Why’s that?” - you

Her brows were furrowed like she could hear the slight edge in my voice.

“Some of the guys were saying stuff about you, kinda pissed me off, so I left.” - Joe

“What? You left because of that? I’m used to it, Joe. I'm just a dumb cheerleader.” - you

“You're not, though, that's why I didn't want to listen to it. I've only known you for two days, but I look forward to every conversation we share. They don't know you as I do.” - Joe

y/n placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. Her eyes gave off a grateful look.

“You're the first person who’s made attempts to get to know me, and I appreciate it.” - you

“Not even your teammates?” - Joe

“I love ‘em, but they're not the Star Wars type like you are.” - you

“Yeah… I'm pretty cool like that.” - Joe

“Oh, whatever!” - you rolled your eyes

We laughed with each other before the receptionist cleared her throat. Both y/n and I froze when we realized where we were.

“Oh, sorry!” - you

“You guys can both go to room 379 if you’d like, seems like you two have a spark.” - receptionist

I rubbed the back of my neck nervously, but y/n smiled at the older lady and walked through the double doors into the building.

There weren't any words shared between us as we walked to the room, both of us were thinking about what the woman had said. Do we have a spark?

——

Ten minutes into hanging out with the sixth graders, the teacher sent y/n and me to the copy room.

“Hey, have you thought about formal?” - Joe

“What about it?” - you

Winter formal wasn't coming until December, obviously, but I felt the need to ask.

“Like are you going? Date ideas?” - Joe

“I figured I'd go, yeah. I don't know who I'm gonna go with, though. Might just go with friends, the guys here aren't the best.” - you

“Ouch.” - Joe

“Hey, I don't count you with them. You’re separate.” - you

“I think that's good.” - Joe

“It is. You're a jock, but a nice one, you know? I like you.” - you

My face dropped as I looked at her, feeling my cheeks flush and my stomach flop.

“Not in that way!” - you rushed to say

“Oh… okay.” - Joe

“Why do you act disappointed? I thought you weren't looking for anything and focusing on football.” - you

“I don't know. I thought I was, but you're making it hard to.” - Joe

“What does that mean?” - you

“I barely know you, but I can't stop thinking about you. You understand me in a way I didn't think was possible… you're just different.” - Joe

“I feel the same way about you. You're nerdy but athletic and have these quirks that I'm obsessed with. You're oddly the guy version of me.” - you

“Nah, you're the girl version of me.” - Joe

“Oh, whatever!” - you shoved his chest

I'm feeling a little bold after she told me she can't stop thinking about me either. Should I make a little move?

“You look cute when you do that. You roll your eyes at me but are smiling.” - Joe

“Oh, uh. Thanks.” - you blushed

“You're welcome.” - Joe smiled

——

October, 2014

That's as far as we went talking about it.

Nothing ever came from that one conversation we shared at the middle school. That's the closest thing we ever did that could come close to showing feelings for one another.

We just continued being really good friends who giggle in the back of the chemistry room, but the eye contact we make while I'm on the field and she’s on the sidelines tells me there's something there.

In the past two months, I've concluded that no matter how hard I try to deny it, I have a crush on y/n.

I just don't know how to act on it.

She still thinks that I don't want a relationship right now, so I need to start dropping hints.

The first step of my plan was to ask her to study with me after school, like at my house.

So, when I walked into chemistry this morning, I had that idea in the back of my head.

“Hey.” - Joe smiled

“Morning.” - you smiled back

I sat my stuff down and took my seat next to her.

“I need to ask you something.” - you

“Oh, what's that?” - Joe

“They haven't announced it yet, but I won junior attendant for homecoming.” - you

“Really?! That's awesome!” - Joe

“Yeah, thanks. We have to have a guy from the football team be our escort…” - you

“And you want me to ask someone for you?” - Joe

She looked at me with a “boy, please” look on her face that made me laugh.

“I'm just playing. I'd love to walk you.” - Joe

“Okay, good. Thanks, Joey.” - you

“Mhm. When will you find out who won Hoco Queen?” - Joe

“Not till the game, but if I win, you’ll get a little crown too.” - you

“I get a crown too?? Now you have to win.” - Joe

“I'll try my hardest. You have to help my campaign, though.” - you

“Sounds like a deal.” - Joe smiled

——

Later that week, I met up with y/n during my lunch period and her free period. I helped her campaign, and when she wasn't around, I convinced the football team to vote for her.

I wanted to make sure she'd win.

——

“Junior attendant, y/n y/l/n, escorted by Joey Burrow.”

The announcer’s voice beamed through the speakers as we walked down the middle of the football field. My arm was looped with y/n’s, and I shortened my strides with the length of her heals in mine.

I hadn't seen her till she walked out and looped her arm with mine, but she looked so beautiful.

“You look gorgeous.” - Joe whispered

“Thank you.” - you blushed

We smiled for the camera when we reached the end of the field, and y/n gently squeezed my arm when we walked over and stood in our directed spot.

“You don't look too bad yourself.” - you

Our conversation was drowning out the announcer’s voice, who was reading the short paragraph that y/n wrote a couple of days ago. She'd made me proofread it so many times that I had it practically memorized.

“y/n would like to thank her parents and friends, especially her best friend, who is escorting her tonight.”

That part was new.

My cheeks heated up when I looked down at y/n to see her already smiling at me. She'd never come out and said that I was her best friend, but I couldn't say it didn't make sense.

“Surprise.” - you nudged him

“I'm your best friend, huh?” - Joe

“Yeah.” - you smiled

“You're mine too.” - Joe

“No way!” - you pushed Joe’s chest

“Don't tell Zach I said that, though.” - Joe

Her smile was infectious, and I felt my lips mirror y/n’s expression.

The announcer went on to introduce the senior attendant and read her little background story.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen. Your 2014 football homecoming queen is…”

I reached my other hand up to squeeze y/n’s that was wrapped around my bicep.

“y/n y/l/n!”

“You did it! Go get your crown!” - Joe

She let go of my arm and walked back to the middle of the field.

I watched with a proud smile on my face as y/n was handed a bouquet, a sash draped over her shoulder, and the crown on her head.

There was so much adoration in my heart for her, and when she turned around to look at me, my smile only widened.

“C’mere!” - you mouthed

I slowly walked over to her, and y/n re-looped our arms.

Bowing my head slightly, the crown was put on top of it. y/n laughed at the sight of the crown adorning my forehead.

“Lemme fix that. It's kinda sideways.” - you

She stepped on her tiptoes and fixed it, a blush forming on my cheeks when her fingers brushed down my face when she pulled away.

“You look cute.” - you smiled

“Thanks.” - Joe grinned

——

December, 2014

“Hey.” - Joe

“Oh, hey.” - you

I put my stuff down and sat down in my chair, the same routine since the first day of school. Hopefully, though, today some things will change.

Or at least be set in the right direction to change.

“I need to ask you a question.” - Joe

“Shoot.” - you

“Be my date too formal?” - Joe

I looked at her with hopefulness in my eyes. Please say yes.

“I'm already going with Chad… sorry, Joe.” - you

“Oh. It's okay, I just thought… nevermind.” - Joe

My shoulders slumped as I turned away from her and faced the board, biting the insides of my cheeks nervously.

The one time I shoot my shot with a girl, and I get rejected.

Guess that tells me what my priorities should be.

Focusing on football.

——

“What do you mean Joe’s here alone?” - you

“Yeah, Zach had to practically beg him to even come. Joe said there wasn't any point in going since he didn't have a date.” - Cassidy

“That makes me feel terrible…” - you

“Why?” - Cassidy

“Because he asked me, but I'd already said yes to Chad.” - you

“It's not your fault, how were you supposed to know that Joe was gonna ask you? I mean, he isn't looking for anything right now.” - Cassidy

“Yeah… do you know where he is?” - you

“No idea. Probably hiding in a corner.” - Cassidy

“Chad literally ditched me after pictures. Joe never would've done that…” - you

A few seconds of silence between the two girls went by before Cassidy had a lightbulb moment.

“Do you have a crush on Joe?!” - Cassidy

“What?! No!” - you

“You so do! y/n you should tell him! I honestly think he feels the same way…” - Cassidy

“No… he's focusing on football.” - you sighed

“So you do like him?” - Cassidy

“Maybe…” - you

When you admitted it out loud, it felt real. You like Joe.

Joey Burrow, the quarterback with the nerdy side that only you knew of, the one with the imperfect but adorable smile, the one that made you look forward to first period, your crush.

“I'm gonna go find him.” - you

You walked as fast as your heels allowed you and threw your half-drank cup of subpar punch in the trash can, pushing open the gym doors as Tongue Tied by GROUPLOVE playing through the speakers served as a soundtrack.

Zach wasn't hard to find as a sea of letterman jackets was in the hallway.

“Where’s Joe?” - you

“Oh, hey, y/n! He said he was gonna go take a walk around.” - Zach shrugged

You nodded and walked away toward the academic wing of the school.

Only the generator lights were on, but there was enough lighting to make out that familiar tall frame looking into the trophy cases.

Carefully, so as to not scare him, you slowly walked up behind Joe and tapped his shoulder.

“Hi.” - you

“Hi.” - Joe

“Chad ditched me…” - you

“That sucks.” - Joe

He hadn't even looked up at you yet.

“I'm sorry. If I had known you were going to ask me, I wouldn't have said yes to him.” - you

“S’okay, probably for the better.” - Joe

“Why are you just walking around by yourself, Joe?” - you

“Nothing else to do. Kinda bored.” - Joe

“Wanna go see what teachers left their classrooms unlocked?” - you grinned

Joe’s eyes drifted away from the trophy case for the first time and found yours. A smile pulled at his lips as he nodded his head.

You held your hand out to him, and Joe gladly accepted, clasping his fingers with yours.

There were so many unspoken feelings shared between you two as you made your way down the hallways to find an open door.

“The chem room is open…” - Joe

You gently opened the door and pulled Joe in behind you, the lights being motion-activated turned on as you two walked in.

Joe flicked the light switch back off as the moonlight through the window lit up the room.

Making your way to your table, you and Joe sat down in your respective seats without sharing a word.

“Your dress is pretty.” - Joe

With a longing glance, you examined Joe’s hair, outfit, and shoes.

“Thanks. You look handsome.” - you

“Thanks.” - Joe smiled

A few seconds of silence went by before Joe cleared his throat, immediately getting your attention.

“Uhm… can I be honest with you?” - Joe

“Always.” - you

Here goes nothing.

“I think you're amazing. Talking to you every day makes me want to come to school, and I enjoy every word that's shared between us. You get to see a side of me that many people don't because I feel safe with you. I hope what I'm about to tell you doesn't ruin that, and you might just see me as a friend… but I like you.” - Joe

“In what way?” - you

In all honesty, you knew exactly what he meant, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“In the way that I find myself staring at you all the time because I think you're beautiful, In the way that you give me butterflies when you laugh or smile at me. You are incredible, y/n; gorgeous, smart, talented, crazy athletic, loyal, trustworthy.” - Joe

He paused for a second to scan your face for somewhat of a reaction.

“Now that I think about it, you're so out of my league.” - Joe laughed

“Go on, Joey.” - you giggled

“What I'm trying to say is… I have a crush on you, y/n.” - Joe

“Mr. ‘I'm focusing on football’ has a crush on me?!?” - you

Joe felt his stomach drop at your teasing. He'd just poured his heart out, and was thinking the worst.

“So you don't feel the same way?” - Joe

“What? I didn't say that!” - you

“So…?” - Joe

“I like you too, Joe. More than friends.” - you

“Really?” - Joe smiled

“Yeah.” - you grinned

You two sat there, no words shared, just tooth-rotting grins.

“I've never done this before… what happens next?” - Joe

“I think there's another question you need to ask me.” - you

“Oh, yeah! y/n…” - Joe

He took your hand in his, the size difference making your heart flutter for a second before you shifted your attention back to his beautiful blue eyes.

“Be my girlfriend?” - Joe finished

“I'd love to.” - you smiled

Somehow, your other hand found its way into his. Almost as if magnets were pulling your faces together, you both leaned in.

Your lips molded together so perfectly like you were each other’s missing piece.

Maybe because you guys were.

Joe would forever be grateful that he took the leap of faith and confessed to the girl that he swore was out of his league, for she would become his everything for the rest of his life.

That chemistry room is where you found your first real boyfriend, who would be your first kiss, and unbeknownst to you, you were Joe’s first real girlfriend and kiss as well.

In fact, you were each other’s first everything.

And you'd also be each other’s last.

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Authors note: One of my favorite requests to write, it was so fun picturing the beginning of their relationship!

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#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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morlock-holmes · 1 year

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Notice in the post below that the only named task that the OP struggled with is homework?

Now, people diagnosed with ADHD or similar disorders often do struggle with tasks that we might actually want to do, but almost always, the diagnosis is linked in everyone's mind to an inability to do homework.

But homework is fucking bullshit.

I really think it's absurd to ignore that fact when talking about how you complete tasks.

"Gosh, my kid seems to have a lot of trouble focusing on dull make-work which I force him to do for two hours every single day, why could this be?"

I spent literally as little time in school as I could and still graduate. As in, by my junior or senior year the principal sat me down and said, "If you skip anymore school we aren't going to be able to graduate you from High School."

And yet... When I bothered to go, I got good grades. I did generally quite well on tests and did eventually graduate. I'm quite proud of that as an act of self-mastery but it does raise the question:

Why was so much energy spent on trying to get me to go to school for all that time when I was demonstrably able to get the benefits with literal years less work than they wanted me to put in?

Why was so much time spent trying to devote those years to schoolwork when it simply wasn't necessary for me to learn?

Homework is a microcosm of that whole question. I always wanted to know,

"So, if I can skip 60% of the homework and still get an "A" on the test, why do you try to force me to do it?"

And to this day I have never gotten a good answer.

So: I saw no value in most of my homework and that hasn't changed to this day.

So, here's a pop quiz for the people wondering why their kids with diagnoses don't do their homework no matter what planning and techniques adults supply them with:

What would your kid have to do to spend less of their valuable time on homework?

"Well, if they just knuckled down and got it done..."

BZZT! WRONG! You get a "D-" on this test and I really hope you apply yourself more to the next one, you have so much potential...

If they "forget about it" then they have to do even less.

Now, of course that means that your kid is in a state of constant stress from avoidance. They are thinking, "Man, I'm going to get in so much trouble for not doing this, but I just can't seem to force myself to do it, and anyway I don't fucking want to."

You think that they'd be better off spending two stressful hours on their homework and then being able to relax the rest of the time. They feel like they'll be happier not doing it at all and feeling a vague undercurrent of stress as they go about their leisure time.

What's the third option if they want to spend less time on homework?

Oh, nothing? Is it nothing whatsoever until they graduate from school?

This is infuriatingly counter-productive. We spend literal years teaching ADHD kids that avoidance and procrastination are the only ways to exert control over their lives in the face of unpleasant situations imposed from outside.

Now, in point of fact this is absolutely not the case for adult life, which offers a plethora of ways to reduce pointless make-work imposed on you by outside authorities and, in any case, rarely bothers to impose two hours per day of unpaid, unrewarding make-work on people anyway.

How much of the difficulty ADHD people have with cleaning the toilet or whatever is because psychologically, they still think of it as homework? Cleaning the toilet is not homework; it rewards you with a clean toilet at the end and it's entirely possible to defer it, or hire someone else to do it, or find shortcuts. But if the major psychological task of your childhood is homework, maybe it might take quite a long time to think that there could even be anything aside from homework?

#psychology #homework #Parents get so uneasy when I say that kids are right to avoid homework #But a lot of the time they are!#ADHD #executive dysfunction

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mikareo · 6 months

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⌗ SEASONS OF LOVE ₊ ˖ ་. a 呪術廻戦 miniseries

“ ࣭⸰ ★ SERIAL ROMANTIC ; gojo satoru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . episode three ! ꒱ . . . word count; 1.1k ⠀ ⠀ ᯇ lost confessions, missed connections

⊹ ⠀⠀ gojo's halloween costume is ryan gosling's sebastian; though he should've dressed up as a lovesick, idiotic clown.

contains; gojo x fem reader, university (year 2) au, angst, fluff, gojo's a dick, swearing, best friends to lovers, love triangle

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so much has changed in the past two and a half months that gojo can't even begin to comprehend it all.

firstly, you're practically an entirely new person. how did that happen? rather than him devouring every word in your conversations, you're actually keeping up now; and your funny. you're really funny. he never knew that, and it's definitely a pleasant surprise to discover. you're also so confident. before the school year began, you could be compared to a mouse staring at rat poison— so timid and shy, without any means to argue with him or introduce yourself to his other friends, but now you do both with no signs of nerves or anxiety. it's no wonder that all eyes were on you tonight. with your bright yellow dress and pink lipstick, you looked gorgeous; something out of a hollywood film. luckily for him, as the ryan gosling to your emma stone, no guys dared to approach you with his arm wrapped around your waist for a whole three hours.

he likes this new you. he doesn't understand why, but there's just something about you that ticks his boxes. something that appeared out of nowhere and he can't seem to ignore. why? he's not used to feeling this way and he hates it. he fucking hates it.

"tonight was really fun." there's a soft smile on your face as you're looking through the windshield. he's just pulled up to your dorm building, and the familiar sight appears to be comforting to you. "thanks for bringing me."

he did do that didn't he?

"yeah, no problem." his answer is tame as his thoughts run wild.

it's not uncommon for him to invite you to parties, though he used to force you to accompany him and sit in the corner while he made out with as many girls as he found hot; but tonight was the first time you agreed to come to this particular party. aka the halloween party to top all other lame and sorry excuses for a social gathering. originally, he used to ask you to come because geto was always so busy with schoolwork and studying— making it very clear that you were always his second option— now, he personally asked you without approaching his male best friend first. "sorry about those guys, earlier. they were just messing with me."

you smile. "it's okay, as long is it didn't bother you."

it did bother him, though.

with the relentless remarks from his classmates, gojo hears their words echoing in his ears. so you finally found yourself a real girlfriend! no, he didn't. wow, the great satoru gojo got himself pinned down! as if. of all the girls you could pick, you picked her? i would've wanted loads of others before landing on this one. what the fuck kind of question was that?

he's not exactly ashamed to be seen with you. he knows he doesn't want other men giving you attention, yet at the same time he can't help but want to keep his reputation high. who is gojo satoru without his playboy status? he's just a man. there's nothing too special about him other than his handsome looks, and he can't seem to be able to let go of his ego just yet; no matter how devastated the lovesick look in your eyes is making him feel.

"why're you staring at me?" his voice is shaking with nerves, anxiety pumping through his blood at a rapid pace.

"i just love the way your hair falls over your eyes." oh no. "i get little glimpses of blue every time you breathe."

please. please don't confess.

"sometimes when i look at you, i feel myself floating in some type of way. i don't really know how to describe it, but i've always felt it. it's like i've been in love with you since i first met you. which, to be honest, is definitely true. the reason i haven't considered anyone else on campus is because a part of me is waiting for you to feel the same way— and it's been really hard with all of the other girls you spend time with, but you also give me so much attention that it makes me feel special."

your words are so beautiful. so soft. gojo understands this 'floating' feeling you speak of. he's being lifted away by it. his heads is in the clouds, touching the sky, and wishing on shooting stars that this relationship will work. his heart wants this to work so badly; but his mind disagrees. no. it's not his mind that disagrees...

...it's his narcissism.

"i love you, satoru. i always have."

he wants to love you, too...

...but he can't.

"i think you got the wrong idea." he tries to laugh off your confession, avoiding eye contact so he doesn't need to see your heart breaking in real time. "this was all just a bit of fun tonight, the costume and everything. i didn't know you'd assume i liked you."

he knows he's being an asshole.

"you've taken it all too seriously, really. i didn't think of it like a couple outing or a date. it's just a party."

he knows he should stop and apologize.

"i don't love you like that. i never have."

finally, he looks over to you. you're staring straight at him with tears struggling not to fall and sniffling softly. if gojo could read minds, he knows that you're at war with yourself; trying to decide whether to give up on him or give him another chance. in an ideal world, he'd deserve another chance. no, scratch that. in an ideal world, he would've accepted your confession. he would've leaned over the armrest and kissed you with all of the passion he's been holding back. you would've smiled while kissing him, fighting to contain giggles of glee, and running your fingers through his hair that you love so much. gojo would've admitted that the other girls were just a distraction so he could ignore his burning feelings for you; and that all this time, he's been scared— too scared of losing you, his best friend, to confess.

but that isn't how this scenario played out.

instead, you're muttering a million apologies and sobbing quietly in the passenger seat of his car, while he looks at you with nothing but pity. gojo satoru doesn't understand how to love. he doesn't understand that in order to love, one needs to set aside their own heart, and make space for another. he's not ready to make that commitment, and it's almost laughably obvious that your friendship is over.

"i'll see you around, satoru." your hand unlocks the door. your feet landing on the pavement as you hop out of the vehicle. your figure fleeting into the shadows of the night...

...his heart fleeting with you.

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Slow it down

⊂Biker!Seonghwa⊃

TW: nothing

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: A short drabble while I'm away on vacation, because for some reason biker Hwa's been occupying my mind lately, not letting me rest. I can't wait to continue my pirate!au mini-series with Ateez, I miss writing it so much lol. Being at the sea is definitely not helping at all at suppressing my creativity lol. Hope you enjoy this one!

You couldn’t tell when it started, your infatuation with Seonghwa. Infatuation, perhaps, was a strong word, but you didn’t know how else to define it at the moment; maybe crush would’ve been a more fitting term, you thought, but you weren’t too sure about it. Park Seonghwa. You had known him for years, although never truly paying much attention to him, he still managed to become the center of your friends conversations, stealing the spotlight at any given chance without even being around. Seonghwa was quite famous at your school, and in your town, let’s be real, for constantly doing bad things and breaking girl’s hearts left and right. He was your typical bad boy and you wanted nothing to do with him. He was edgy and sometimes quite dramatic; he dressed in all black and wore quite cheap looking jewelry, painting his nails black after he realized girls went crazy for it. He knew he was good looking and he used that to his advantage. He could persuade anyone into doing whatever he wanted and it came in quite handy when he was behind on his schoolwork, his teachers excusing him for whatever dumb story he managed to come up with. Girls ate up his sob stories about his fake pets and evil parents; he came from a very loving family, so you never understood why he was lying about it. And, oh God, when he got his license for his motorbike did his popularity skyrocket even more. You were pretty sure you caught him once making out with one of the teaching assistant’s behind the school, but one side glance from his sharp eyes and you knew never to mention it to anyone. And to be honest, that was probably your first and last interaction with the boy, not that it bothered you. You liked your peaceful life as it was, serene, and void of worries correlated to boys. You didn’t feel like dating at your age yet, seventeen wasn’t too young nor too old, but you felt like you weren’t ready for a relationship. And that was fine, your father was happy too, not quite ready to lose his ‘little’ girl which he was aware you weren’t anymore, but it brought closure to him to know that you didn’t crave male attention just yet. His ‘little’ girl’s heart would remain unscathed for a little longer.

And all of that sounded really good, really, you would’ve never complained about your ordinary life. Oh, well, that is until Seonghwa started showing up to your father’s car service frequently. For some reason, the two of them seemed to be getting on well, and your father allowed him to come in from time to time to fix his motorbikes. Seonghwa owned at least three by now. He was two years older than you and while all of his friends went to college, he stayed behind, telling people he wasn’t ready to choose just one thing he was interested in to study for the rest of his life. However, this confirmed your theory for you that he just didn’t know what he was good at and that he wasn’t smart enough to go to a good college. It might’ve been a little harsh to view him like that, but he never ranked too high in your high school, too busy chasing girls and starting fights. And so, one day, as you made your way home you decided to stop by your father’s car service before heading upstairs as you lived just above it.

The rock music blasted throughout the car service; a few cars scattered around as your father had quite a lot of work for the week. Him and his colleagues were nowhere to be seen and you figured you stopped by during their lunch break, everyone was back in the dressing room. But you wanted to greet your father still, show him the grade you got on your thesis, unable to keep the smile off your face. You scored the highest in your year, it made you ecstatic. Your father would always order your favorite food whenever you brought home an outstanding grade, celebrating your achievement. With a skip in your steps, you waltzed down the spacious room, appreciating the white Mercedes your father was currently fixing. You failed to notice the clanking of tools, so when you turned to your right, your heart almost jumped out of its place as you yelped loudly. The older guy just cast you an unimpressed glance before he bent down again, unscrewing something around the front spring of his motorbike. You placed a hand over your hammering heart, frozen in your place as you watched his long black hair fall over his face. His hair had gotten longer since the last time you saw him, which was probably around a year ago, at the closing ceremony of his graduation.

“Did you become a statue or what?” His low, monotone voice snapped you out of your initial shock and your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head, remaining silent. Seonghwa cast you a quick glance before he continued working, eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to take off the nut screw. He had been sweating prior and he lightly tapped his forehead before twisting the screw again, nothing happening. You didn’t consider your next actions for long as you let your backpack fall onto the floor before walking up to Seonghwa, kneeling down beside him. He turned his head to look at you, his sharp eyes watching you closely as you inspected his work, chuckling. Of course the nut screw wouldn’t come off if it was stuck, almost fried onto the tube it was holding together. So, you looked around for a little oil and found it on your father’s stand, so, you stood and walked over to it, getting it, then walked back to Seonghwa’s motorbike. You kneeled down again and sprinkled a little oil around the nut screw, failing to notice Seonghwa’s curious gaze on you. Because it was slightly fried against the tube, you struggled to get the nut screw off at first, but after tugging at it and forcing it, it finally loosened up enough to come off, clattering onto the ground. You grinned in victory and grabbed the nut screw, turning your body towards Seonghwa to show him your success but you, instead, froze at the proximity. Your noses were almost touching and your wide eyes took in his face, taken by his mesmerizing features. He seemed tanner than the last time you saw him and his plump lips were redder too, dark eyes gazing into yours intently. Sweat rolled down the side of his temples, stray strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead. You had never seen him from so close before, and suddenly you understood all those girls who gave in to him. He was breathtaking. His sharp gaze held a glint of curiosity in it and that made you self-conscious as you quickly stood, clearing your throat, as you extended your hand to Seonghwa.

“Uh, sorry—” You started, avoiding eye contact, “I should’ve asked before helping—”

“I’ve been struggling to get that off for half an hour now,” Seonghwa chuckled as he stood, taking the nut screw from your hand; you didn’t fail to notice the way his pointer finger ran over the back of your palm, making you gulp nervously at the unnecessary action, “and you did it in like…five minutes.”

You didn’t know what to say so you just picked up your backpack and looked away as Seonghwa took a step towards you, your body tensing, “You’re Mr. Han’s daughter, right?”

“Yes, I’m—”

“Y/N, I know who you are.” Did he really? You smiled a little, nodding your head as you heard laughter coming from behind you, it was your father’s. And as Seonghwa watched you, he noticed how tense you seemed to be around him yet as soon as your father approached the two of you, you had long forgotten about him. It was weird to him; he was used to girls throwing themselves at him constantly.

“Y/N!” Your father hugged you, excited to see you, “What brings you around here?”

Suddenly, a big grin appeared on your lips as you unzipped your backpack, digging around, looking for your thesis. Seonghwa watched intrigued as you pulled the paper out and shoved it in your father’s hands, who’s eyes had the same glint as yours in them. It was quite an endearing sight, how much the two of you resembled each other.

“I got the highest grade, dad!” You exclaimed with excitement and your father chuckled as his eyes ran over the papers, a proud look on his face as he handed it back to you.

“Very well, honey,” He handed you the thesis back, “You know what’s for dinner tonight then.”

Seonghwa watched as the biggest smile he’s ever seen on you spread onto your lips, snatching the thesis away from your father who just chuckled and winked at you. He’s seen you around your high school, but never had the chance to talk to you. It seemed as if you always ran away from him, almost as if you were avoiding him. He knew of his reputation, it was hard not to when everyone kept reminding him of it, yet you never seemed to care as you wouldn’t even cast a second glance his way. You weren’t fascinated nor scared of him, it was peculiar, but he never thought about you for too long. He usually didn’t like challenges when it came to girls and those who played hard to get never had his attention for too long. He wasn’t there for the long run, therefore he found it useless to invest so much energy into one girl only. But you seemed like you didn’t want his attention at all as you kissed your father’s cheek goodbye before you ran out of the service, forgetting about his presence altogether. It didn’t sit right with Seonghwa, and as he gazed after your bouncing form, your father chuckled and looked at him amused.

“Didn’t you two go to the same high school?” He asked and Seonghwa nodded his head.

“We did, but our circle of people were too different for us to know each other.” Seonghwa’s answer made your father chuckle to himself, nodding his head in understanding. He knew what type of boy Seonghwa was, he never truly expected his daughter meddling with him.

“Yes, that makes sense—” Your father said more to himself before his eyes fell on Seonghwa’s motorbike, “How’s the spring, son? Any progress?”

“Oh, I got the nut screw off finally—well, your daughter did, actually.” Seonghwa admitted with a shameful chuckle and your father nodded, not looking surprised in the slightest.

“Yeah, she’s quite the mechanic, my little one.” Your father gloated proudly before he walked off, headed towards the white Mercedes he was supposed to fix by Friday.

And after that first encounter with Seonghwa, you considered it your first real encounter, you seemed to run into him everywhere. It started being creepy after a while and it made you feel weird as you told your best friend, who didn’t think much of it, unsurprisingly, and suggested that perhaps you were just randomly running into each other, your city wasn’t too big, after all. Despite that making sense, you couldn’t help but still think Seonghwa was doing it on purpose as he’d always strike up a conversation with you when you crossed paths. Sometimes it was about something really dumb and it would make you look at him with a questioning gaze, nevertheless, you still seemed to entertain him, curious of his motives. He never made obvious advances towards you, so you really didn’t understand what was the purpose of all of his actions. Perhaps he was looking for a friend now that his other friends were in a different city at college? But that didn’t make much sense as he stopped showing up to your father’s car service since he had fixed his motorbike, yet trailed you around the city whenever you were out. And one evening, as you were headed home from the library, you had been doing research on a fish type for you biology class, Seonghwa was there. Across from the library in the parking lot, sitting on his motorbike as his eyes fell on you. Your heart skipped a beat and you looked around, trying to find the person Seonghwa could be waiting for it. But it seemed like just the two of you were on the street and you sighed as you took off, but not towards him. The sun was long gone and you had to walk quite a lot to get home, so you didn’t want to waste any more time, not a fan of walking around alone at night. But you barely made it a few steps before you heard rapid ones approaching you from behind. By now, you knew it was Seonghwa. You had memorized his walking pattern and the force of his steps.

“Headed home?” And you were right as his head popped up next to yours. You cast him an unimpressed glance before nodding wordlessly. Seonghwa hummed and continued walking next to you, grinning as he realized you were trying not to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice the gear he was wearing, his thick jacket undone and his light sweater showing underneath. He has never touched you before, so when you felt his warm grip around your wrist, halting you from taking another step, your eyes widened. He pulled you lightly forward, towards himself, and you almost tumbled into him. His cologne was strong and you caught the whiff of something strawberry scented, his hair looked like it wasn’t completely dry.

“Let me take you home,” Seonghwa’s low voice was soft and quiet as he looked in your eyes, making you flustered, “It’s not safe for you to walk alone.”

This was it, then, the moment Seonghwa’s been probably waiting for to finally try and woo you. He didn’t seem like the patient type, you had to give him some credit for holding out for so long. And despite every fiber in your body asking you to accept his offer, heart thumping loudly at the proximity and wrist burning from his warm hold, you smiled and softly pulled away from him.

“Thank you, but I did this walk many times before,” Seonghwa wasn’t pleased with your answer at all, and he let you know as his eyebrows furrowed, “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

But Seonghwa didn’t let you leave, stepping in front of you, making your body collide against his, you hoped he didn’t hear your quiet gasp, “There’s plenty to be worried about, actually, so just let me take you home.”

You took a step back, trying to put some distance between your bodies, hoping he wouldn’t see your red cheeks. You didn’t think he’d be this persistent and as you looked up at him, he seemed very determined, “I’ve never ridden a motorbike before and I don’t have the proper gear either.”

That made Seonghwa chuckle and you watched as he quickly took his jacket off, closing the distance between your bodies once again, making you avoid eye contact as he draped his jacket around your shoulders. He held the collar together around your neck and you gulped nervously, his fingers lightly grazing against your neck. His jacket was heavy and a lot bigger than your frame, “I brought two helmets, don’t worry.”

You went to still try and deny his offer nicely, but Seonghwa was already pulling you after him, interlacing your fingers, making you blush again. You couldn’t deny his attractiveness anymore, and despite staying away from him for so long, you seemed to be unable to do so lately. Yes, he was everywhere, but you seemed to want him to be everywhere you were, his sharp gaze always following you, making you stay alert. When he wasn’t looking, you’d sneak peeks at him, admiring his features from afar, imagining as you ran your finger down his tall nose, his plump lips, his sharp jaw, and then all over his dark eyebrows. Park Seonghwa was gorgeous and you now understood those girls trying to get his attention, hoping he was the love of their lives. You entertained that thought sometimes, before falling asleep mostly, wondering if you could fall in love with Park Seonghwa. Wondering if he could genuinely love someone. Wondering if he could fall in love with you and not play you like all those other girls before you, But now, as you stood by his bike, allowing him to place the spare helmet around your head, securing it, it all felt so real and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was ever going to change. Seonghwa suddenly grinned, his smile making your heart melt, as he tapped the helmet where your cheeks were supposed to be, and you found yourself suddenly holding his hands, pressing them down, holding them in place

“Were you waiting for me?” You finally asked what’s been on your mind ever since you spotted him and now a charming smile appeared on Seonghwa’s lips, gaze locking with yours. He suddenly gripped your hands and brought them down to your sides, interlacing your fingers on both hands. You were glad the helmet somewhat concealed your currently red cheeks.

“Yes, I was,” Seonghwa admitted truthfully, “there are no coincidences when it comes to me, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you tried not to grin as Seonghwa watched your face closely for a reaction, grinning himself. You didn’t want strands of hair getting into his pretty eyes, so you found yourself pushing them behind his ear, hand lightly grazing against his skin, making Seonghwa gulp. He tried to remember a time when his heart was racing this much because of a girl, but he couldn’t. He watched you as you fixed his hair for him before placing the helmet around his head, securing it and tapping the top like he had done for you. It made him chuckle and you looked down, embarrassed, but excited by his reaction. Despite his bad boy reputation, he was being rather soft and almost shy as he released your hands and got on the bike, beckoning you over too. You got on too, excited and lightly scared by the new experience as Seonghwa brought the engine to life, reeving it a little and making you giggle. You allowed your arms to rest around his middle, holding him tightly as he took off, headed towards your house. You knew explaining this to your father would be a bit troublesome, but you hoped his liking for Seonghwa would help you out a little bit.

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beautouslysandy · 1 year

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headcannons of the boys dating a soc!reader

by- sandy

the outsiders x gn!reader

warnings- a bit of language, lowercase intended, not proofread, and some fluff

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request- Headcannons on dating each of the greaser boys, as a soc??

a/n 💌 - ahh finally finished! i apologize for the long wait, this longer than expected.

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darrel curtis-

-oh my my, darry usual is strong but he was weak knees for you my friend. he has known you since the diapers, growing up together, learning and exploring together has created such a strong bond between the two of you. nobody can take that from you two, nobody.

-you may have different lifestyles, bank numbers, and lived on opposite sides of the town but that has never stopped you two. high school sweethearts, the golden couple, then couple that was going to go places. unfortunately due to the death of mrs and mr. curtis, there was a halt in darry's plans. you were more than willing to help out and change your plans completely but darry insisted that you go to college. you gave in, unwillingly. you live at the curits estate and feel more comfortable there than you ever had in your own home.

-you guys love going on dates together but recently it’s been a while since you two have had a night to yourselves.

-he sometimes will randomly being home flowers for you (most likely roses). even through his busy schedule he still makes time for you because he doesn’t want to lose you because you mean so much to him. -your parents would have preferred you had ended up with a soc but they love darry and know he is gonna go places.

-overall your “social status’s” don’t change anything between you two

sodapop curtis-

-you and sodapop are one of the cutest couples out there, this boy worships the ground you walk on. you are everything he has ever dreamed off, the perfect s/o.

-at first you thought he was too cheery but you hav grown to love that side of him. your parents we’re not keen on him and still aren’t especially since he is a dropout.

-when he told you he was dropping out…you needed a second. it was only fair, i men’s he just threw it on you but you knew he was the one and didn’t let this stop you from being with the love of your life.

-you help with some schoolwork if he wants but you don’t force it on him because he left school for reasons that are valid. you always say you can help out with money but he always declines, he doesn’t like taking peoples charity. (a canon i have for him.)

-i do think at times he thinks about your future together at you which consists of two ending up married and having kids but he fears he won’t be able to provide for you and get everything you ever dreamt of. and though that may be true…all you have ever wanted is him. you have to remind him constantly.

-he does fear you might leave him for someone more intelligent and more wealthy but deep downs he knows that you would never think of that. you belong to him as much as he belongs to you…this definitely isn’t one-sided love

-overall i do think he worries he won’t ever been enough but you always change his mind.

ponyboy curtis-

-he knows he is too young to start thinking about your guys future but that doesn’t stop him. his feelings about the future are a mix of his older brothers…at times he worries he isn’t worthy of you but other times it never bothers him.

-your parents, though ponyboy is from the north side, have taken quite a liking to him. he is smart and is going places.

-he wants to take you to the city and help you reach your goals and dreams. he wants to achieve your guys dreams together and get outta town together. he wants his kids to already be at a place where they don’t have to leave to gain their dreams.

-he wants to be enough for you, he doesn’t want to lose but if it’s for the best for you…he will let you go. he wants you to do well in life and get everything you deserve…even if that means he isn’t right there by your side.

-he thinks your worthy of the entire world, he secretly thinks your the most amazing person to ever walk to planet. unlike sodapop, he keeps it to himself. -part of the reason he studies so hard is so that he can prove to everyone (including himself) that he is worthy of calling you his. -though bank numbers don’t mean anything to you and sometimes him. he wants to be able give you everything you look at and like. he wants to give you your dreams.

johnny cade-

-this poor boy is worried about everything, that your going to leave him, that he won’t ever be enough, that he might accidentally make you run away, that he will mess this up. he wish life was simpler. but it isn’t (sorry johnny)

-you always try your best to prove to him that your happy with him but it never works. he is nervous that your gonna leave. -he spends a lot of time at your house because it’s one of the only places he truly feels safe. your mom adores johnny and always checks up on him. she knows about his living situation. your dad on the other hand isn’t so fond of him but you seem quite happy and all he wants is for you to be happy, and i mean what harm could being with johnny do? -he can be quite a worry wart and nervous wreck, you really are the only person who can calm him down. you have to be super calm around him when he is anxious or scared and you can handle that. he loves you inside and out would never ever hurt you the way his dad does to him but gets scared he might get angry and accidentally hit you. you always say he can come live with you and your folks but he always declines. he doesn’t want to be a burden.

-i think one of his biggest fears (beside you leaving and him hurting you accidentally) is that he will pull you down, that you won’t be able to achieve things with him around. he doesn’t want to leave your side and won’t realize that he is pulling you down and that you won’t say anything because you don’t want to lose him either. that you will end up miserable and it was all his fault. -i think that he feels like you could do so much better then him partly because you have the choice of many options and opportunities. people at school i think make fun of you two being together and he lets it get to him…they make fun of the top of you because johnny is a poor kid with an unstable family while your a rich kid with a happy white picket fence family

dallas winston-

-at first he was totally against the idea of you two being together, i mean dallas is infamous for hating socs but slowly he began to fall for you and everything about you. at first you decided to keep your relationship a secret and oh was it the time of your life. sneaking around and giggling at night, looking at each other form across the room at bucks and him slipping dirty little notes in your backpack when your heading to your car after school (he picks up johnny- a canon i have). it was like a mission not to get caught.

-but then at some point you got tired of the fooling around, you wanted something serious and you wanted it with dallas. i am not going to lie, this scared the shit out of him. he has only ever fooled around, it’s all he knows. he probably ghosted you for a bit (i am sorryyy) and this shattered your heart. he saw your vibe had completely flopped ever since he ghosted you and this made him feel terrible. “you did this to them, you , you asshole.” was all he could tell himself when his eyes woudl laid on you.

-at some point he couldn’t handle it anymore and said that he was ready for a serious relationship, you guys most likely had an argument about how he completely ghosted you and then out of nowhere cam up to you and said he was ready. you guys sooner or later began dating, serious dating. -when he met your parents they completely disapproved of the tall brunette due to many thing one of the main things was of his criminal record. he probably tried his best at the dinner (look at my meet the parents post for a kind of play by play of what it might be like) to be a gentleman but then one of your family members got to him and his true colors showed. i think you guys probably had an argument.

-overall i think it would be to much pressure for our dallas, he would feel the need to be perfect 24/7 and that would get to him. it wasn’t the fact that you two were in a serious relationship it was that he could handle getting judged for every action he made that he had made before he met you and they weren’t judged. i don’t think the relationship would survive more than a year before dallas broke it off. but later down the road after dallas had matured and cleaned up his act, you had changed and grew as person, soon enough you two would find your way back to each other and this time your relationship would survive.

keith “two-bit” matthews-

-at first it was just fooling around, i mean you could never picture your future with him, but the farther down the road the more you could picture it. and soon enough you found your daydreams and dreams being about you and his life together with kids and the perfect house, the whole package.

-you never said anything about being a serious couple but he felt the same way which was odd for a character like him. he pictured him and his kids eating chocolate cake for breakfast every morning and you lecturing them how it’s not good for you as he took a sip of beer. he always smiles at the daydream.

-when you guys eventually got serious, you wanted him to meet your parents. he tried his best to clean up himself and his act when he met your parents. he made your dad laugh more then once, your mother thought he was childish but your dad loved him. which was a shocker to you and two-bit. you walked out of that house beaming like a million suns.

-overall i think you and two-bit would make it with your looks and his sense of humor…you two fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, at times he may doubt his worthiness of you but he doesn’t like to focus on the negative…he wants to put all his focus on you

steve randle-

-to be honest you guys probably met because you car needed to be fix and since he works at dx, one thing lead to another. he was the one to fall first by far, he was in awe of your presence. a lot like soda he probably worships the ground you walk on but not as much as soda would. no one can.

-i think that steve probably thought that he was to immature for you and undeserving. you are an angel and he doesn’t deserve you, is what he told himself. you refuse to let him think like that. to you his other dream guy.

-i think he would get along with your dad if he is in to cars but other than that probably not. he is a bit childish if i do say so myself so people don’t always love their child going out with someone like that, if they want to be together in the future. your mom most likely isn’t fond of him because unlike your dad who likes cars equaling he likes steve, she has nothing in common with him.

-i would like to think that steve spoils you a bit, he doesn’t want you thinking you deserve less just because your dating some guy on the north side. you deserve the world and he knows it.

-overall i think you and steve would make it because he had won over your dad. your mom grew to love him and you were the happiest person in town, beside steve of course. he still at times thinks you deserve the world and then goes but everything he can and gives you it. sometimes it can be really random stuff like a pan or a fish bowl which you don’t need either but you love it. you still have a drainer he got you once in your room. and you guys got a fish together so the fish bowl was put to use. you never don’t use the stuff he gets you because it means a lot that he buys it for you.

tim shepard-

-this guy could care less about statuses with you. he doesn't care if your the most hated person on the planet or the most beloved person...the richest or the poorest. to him your just you, a perfect human being that he has the gift of calling his. he is super protective of you, nobody can touch you but him.

-your parents hate that you are with him but know that they have no control. they think he is a bad influence.

-you most likely are a maternal figure in curly's life. he looks up to you and goes to you when somethings wrong, something that he thinks tim wouldn't understand. honestly you love being able to give curly that kind of support and care.

-i think tim would definitely try and get you to see that he is a bad guy and that you deserve someone better, someone that can give you everything you could ever dream of, someone who can provide. it didn't work, he was what you wanted not some egotistical ass from the south side. you wanted tim shepard.

-he would secretly worship you. he knows he has caught a good one and isn't gonna let you go. he doesn't want to seem lovesick, it ruins his street credit guys come on. deep down though he would do anything for you, if would make you happy and means he gets to see that life-changing smile of yours...then he is going to do it.

-overall, you and tim would be endgame. he just wants you to be his. he doesn't care about the bank numbers or what people think, and neither do you.

curly shepard-

-curly shepard was definelty intimadated when he first saw you, for sure. your beauty and riches made him feel like he had no chance with you. little did he know that you were pinning for him.

-i think the reason your parents don't approve of him is because of his record other than that they think he is sweet boy.

-i think he would feel like that he is never enough for you. that you need someone steady and mature. to him he is neither and he feels that is what you deserve. he would never dare to break it off because he wouldn't be able to handle the pain of losing you and he wouldn't be able to handle knowing he was causing you pain.

-curly unlike his brother does care about the numbers and statuses because it makes him see that he doesn't deserve for which some reason empowers him. he wants to be better for you meaning that he is trying his best not to get in trouble, to do well in school so that he can have those big numbers and statuses for you. a lot people think its stupid, his curly shepard. how is he gonna make it out of tusla with his record, but you believed in him and thats all that mattered.

-overall, curly is head over heels for you and you bring out the best in him. what's in it for you? well you get good cuddles and a sweet boyfriend who loves you for you nothing else.

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #safe haven #dallas winston #darry curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #tim shepard #curly shepard #keith two bit matthews #steve randle

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delulusungmin · 8 months

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Forbidden Feelings

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Your family is the perfect family, but you can't seem to keep your grades up. Your father, upset you aren't doing well in your classes, hired Lee Minho as your tutor. With no changes in your grade, Miho becomes a little.. frustrated.

Word count: 0.7k

Up next: Chan

Content warnings: Female AFAB reader, age gap (18 and 24), "Sir", oral (male receiving), cumming inside

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"y/n?"

"Y/N. Focus", he says, letting out a heavy sigh.

Minho has been struggling to tutor you. Your mind consistently wanders further every minute. Months of tutoring sessions with the older, yet no improvement in your grade.

"I've just been distracted.", you say, as if he hasn't already realized this.

"Distracted by what?", Minho replies.

Your eyes trail down to his bulge, contemplating how truthful you should be to him.

"I keep thinking of how you would look naked. It's making studying really hard when all that's on my mind is your cock, sir."

Miho stares in shock. Feeling a familiar lightheadedness as all of his blood rushes to his dick.

"Come on, you know that this isn't acceptable behavior. What if your father found out this is how you think of the tutor he hired? You need to focus, or you will have to repeat a year.", Minho speaks, attempting to switch to focus off of his growing bulge and onto your math homework.

You continue with his lesson as if nothing had occurred—that is, until you take off your school overcoat, claiming it's too hot in your bedroom. Then you slowly unbutton the top buttons of your uniform shirt, button by button, until your lovely tutor notices the lacy bra you wore for him.

"y/n. Please, this is not the time to be acting out like this."

"Oh, like this?", you say, promptly resting your body on his lap and grinding slowly, feeling his length continue to grow underneath you.

"Wow, sir, it seems like you really enjoy this. Do I make you feel good, sir?"

That word. Sir. It turns Minho on so fucking much. Every time you call him sir, he inches closer and closer to his high.

"I can't.. be doing this with you. I c.. I can't.", he says through labored breath. It's wrong, but he loves the feeling of feeling wrong.

Despite his pleas for you to stop and focus on your schoolwork, you are desperate to find out if he looks just like you imagined him, so you just keep grinding and grinding.

"Fuck~", he moans out. "God, y/n are y.. are you fucking crazy? I.. I.. oh god. I can't st.. stop myself, aah~"

Minho pushes you onto the desk in front of you, crumpling your worksheets without care, and takes down your shorts, revealing your soaked cunt to the world.

Next, he finishes off your half-undone top and fiddles with your bra, removing it slowly and proceeding to pinch and tease your nipples. Your body fits so perfectly in his hands.

Without saying a word, he takes off his belt and throws it to the ground, the metal clanging against the wood flooring. Minho peels off his pants and underwear, swiftly turning you around to face him.

For the first time, you can see how Minho truly looks. And it's everything you fantasized about and more.

"On your knees. You know how to suck, right?" You kneel before him, his cock inches from your face. You look up at him with large eyes and slowly take his curved dick in your mouth. Sucking sweet moans out of him.

"Bend over the table. I wanna fuck you rough. Let me fuck you rough."

You follow his instructions, and without warning, he pushes his length into you. Forcing you to release moan after moan after moan. His rhythmic thrusts hit your cervix and stretch out your velvet walls.

"Aah~ Minho~ ahh~", you can feel yourself tighten around him as he pounds your g spot just right. Inching you closer and closer to your high.

He fucks your soft spot harder and harder, eager to fuck his cum into you and ruin you. You feel your legs shaking and your core tightening.

Minho's cock throbbing and pulsing. His nails digging into your hips.

"Agh~ fuck y/n, can I cum inside? Please? Please, can I ruin your little pussy? Can I fuck my cum into you? Please baby, please ple-ase p.. aah~"

His warmth fills your hole to the brim. He fucks it into you deeper and deeper.

He pulls his hips back and walks both of you across the room to your bed, plopping down on it, lifeless limbs touching.

"Your father can't find out about this. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

#skz #skz smau #skz smut #skz x reader #skz fanfic #minho smut #lee know smut #minho x y/n #lee know x y/n #minho x reader #lee know x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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behoright · 1 year

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eye on you l a. svechnikov

summary: andrei is oh so drunk, and he needs you to pick him up from the bar.

wordcount: 4.5k

warnings: sexually suggestive, a lil cursing and mentions of alcohol and such. but that's it. very fluffy and corny. barely proofread yikes.

a/n: the way no one asked for this. go blame it on @ryanpulock again.

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Another night in. Nothing new. Despite all of your friends’ efforts to drag you out of your apartment. Again.

It wasn’t that you disliked the company of your friends or even the atmosphere of a bar. Every night just simply didn’t feel like the night. And tonight was no different.

Looking back, it had always taken you a while to make friends, but it had never been too hard. Both in middle school and high school you had been able to find your own little group that you felt accepted and loved in. It was a little bit more daunting when you moved to Raleigh, getting to a new city with virtually no connections. It all seemed to find its natural way to work out once you began college, as always. You felt very lucky to have found the friends you have now, those who stuck with you from your first year up until now. You weren’t done with your studies, not even close, but your internship paid enough for you to move into an apartment all on your own. It didn’t take long for your friends to get copies of your key, barging in and out any time they wanted.

Seemingly, every Friday night, legitimately forcing you out of bed and into whatever cute dress you had collecting dust in the closet. It was hard to admit, but once you got to the bar, you actually did have fun. The sounds of various people socializing along with the pouring of drinks or the sharp crack of a pool stick made you forget about the endless piles of schoolwork you had sitting on your desk.

You usually ended up thanking your girls for taking you out, even in the mornings when you found yourself hunched over your toilet bowl.

Come to think of it now, that was exactly how you had met Andrei.

Another night of you dragging your heels through the city, whining about all of your upcoming deadlines.

You can recall the dullness of that one night; propped up on the bar, painfully and as politely as possible rejecting the few men that would attempt to come near you. Just as you were walking towards the bathroom, focusing on exactly how you were going to break it to your friends that you were going to call it an early night, your body was jolted backward by a large, large object.

Have I run into a wall? you remember thinking to yourself.

It was only when the wall moved that you realized. A man.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” he said, very obviously eyeing your chest.

It was only when you felt the dampness spread to your chest that you realized what had actually happened, your tight white dress stained with a faint red tint.

“Uh, it’s okay.” you said, even if it was clearly not.

“Here, I can help you.” the very flustered stranger suggested, immediately reaching down to worsen the stain with a napkin.

It’s the thought that counts, I guess.

An awkward silence surrounded you both when he realized just how bad this was getting.

“It’s really okay, don’t worry” you reassured him, walking away from him.

Washing your hands in the restroom you realized that it was definitely time to go home.

It was only when the cold air hit you as soon as you stepped outside that you heard a voice calling for you.

“I can pay for it, you know.”

“You’re following me?” you asked, unable to hide the smirk on your face.

“No! No, no, I mean, yes, a little, but not like that.” he stuttered out, scratching the back of his neck. “I tried to find you, but you are leaving so quickly. I hope I didn’t ruin your night.”

“It’s no problem, really. I can pay for this too.” you repeated. “It was an accident, after all.”

The man’s face softened, stepping closer to you.

“Let me make it up to you, at least.” he proposed, signaling back to the bar. “I’m Andrei. Nice to meet you.”

And somehow, since that night, you ended up as friends. At times, you swore you saw him more often than the girls.

You didn’t know this, but it was incredibly refreshing for Andrei to have met you the way he did. He knew from the moment he offered to pay for the mess that you had no clue who he was, and he knew he wasn’t a superstar, but it was rare to go unrecognized in a hockey town like Raleigh.

Especially with women.

He never ever complained, aware that he was living most men’s dream, to have any girl at his disposal every night; but sometimes he did wish to enjoy a drink with his boys and not be bothered. He just wished he knew what someone’s intentions truly were. He had come to find, over the years in the NHL, that most women's intentions weren’t what they communicated. So after he met you he played it really safe. You had never disappointed him though, and didn’t seem to be interested in anything other than his company. So over the years he was able to let his guard down, slowly but surely, and he felt lucky to be able to call you a close friend.

He knew he could always count on you. And he hoped you felt the same way.

Even if, throughout the years, his feelings had deepened, but he would have never admitted that. Not even to himself. They stayed buried, a fire burning still under a pile of emotional dirt.

There was no harm in spending time with you, and really thinking about you most of the time. And as far as he knew, no one, including you, could really tell. So he was planning to keep it that way.

Until tonight.

The team had been on a great winning streak, and after a rougher start to the season, it felt like they were gaining momentum. The more they won, the more motivated they all felt to keep pushing harder. They were all laser-focused, eyes on the prize, shedding blood and sweat every single day. Thankfully for them, their coach had other plans.

Rod was a tough man, probably more hard-working than all of them combined, and he didn’t take effort lightly.

But he had also learned over the years that things came easier when he was able to find and implement balance, and that philosophy quickly became a staple in his coaching. That’s how they ended up swarming a local bar that Friday night, high off another win and with two whole days of rest coming up.

And no player was going to decline drinks at the expense of management.

They had celebrated before, but tonight Andrei was feeling exceptionally thrilled. Getting first star was a feeling he knew he would never get tired of. And so he decided to push it a little further, settling on shots to start out the night. Considering he wasn’t the only one in that mood, he found himself downing harsh clear liquid again multiple times that evening while holding tonight’s special in his other hand.

Whatever sense of control he had immediately dissipated as the alcohol began taking effect, Andrei coming to the realization that he hadn’t gotten drunk since last summer. Perhaps he had gone a little too far, a little too early.

This is how you got yanked out of your focus, the loud ringtone of your phone stopping the classical music that accompanied you as you finished your paper.

Puzzled as to who in the world could have been calling you at such an ungodly hour, you grabbed your phone, surprised at seeing Jarvy’s name light up your screen.

“Hello?” you answered, your heart's pace moderately picking up, considering the time of night.

“Hey! Y/N! What’s up?” he yelled, his voice standing out from the sounds of people and music in the background.

“Um, not much, just studying.” you said, slightly annoyed.

You actually had to hold yourself back from spouting out “No, I don’t want to go out. Not tonight.”

“Cool, cool, uh, sorry to bother you, but we kinda need your help.”

“What’s going on?” you asked, sitting up in your chair.

“The boys and I came out to celebrate tonight, and um, your best friend Svech here is a little too drunk.”

“hello, it’s your best friend svech here!”

That was definitely Andrei you just heard yelling in the background of the phone call, and from the tone of voice, volume, and slur of the words, Seth wasn’t kidding. After some giggles, he continued.

“We were planning to stay out pretty late today, seeing as how we don’t have anything this weekend, but Andrei really needs to get home. I have never seen him this drunk, to be really honest with you. Do you think you could help us out and get him home?”

You sighed, looking at your desk, covered in notecards and books.

“Um, let me think.” you muttered, fooling yourself that you were thinking about it.

“For sure, for sure. He just keeps asking about you; he basically forced me to call you, and I think that’s because he cannot use his phone right now if he wanted to.”

“Geez, okay, okay.” you said. “Can you send me the address and I’ll find a ride there? I’m guessing he doesn’t want his car to stay there overnight.”

“Probably not, yeah.” he laughed.

You swore you heard someone utter that “she’s coming, she’s coming.” in the background before you both hung up.

It was going to be a long night.

Your friend was kind enough to give you a ride to the bar. For some reason, nerves started to bubble up in your stomach on your way there. You wondered if it was because of how underdressed you were, just a T-shirt and jeans to a snazzy, Canes-worthy bar.

Perhaps it had something to do with the way you really felt about Andrei.

But that was a place you never went to.

Nope.

And tonight was definitely not going to be the time to confront that.

Walking into the bar, it didn’t take you long to realize you hadn’t been wrong. This was not the usual environment you were used to going to, not even with Andrei. It didn’t take long for you to find the group of friends, thanks to Andrei.

“Oh, I cannot believe you’re here.” he slurred. “You came here for me?”

“Just for you, Drei.”

“Oh, oh my god. Come here.” he said, wrapping his biceps around your neck.

“Take a shot with me” he whispered in your ear.

“No, no, no more shots.” you said. “I gotta take you home.”

“Oh, no fun, cmon. Just one. I was the star, Y/N. I don’t make you proud?”

“You did amazing, Svech. You made me very proud.”

Andrei’s expression changed, his eyes staring deeply into you with his bottom lip securely tucked in his mouth.

“Okay, troublemaker. Let’s get you home.” you said, confused.

Why was he looking at you…like that?

“But, but you will be nice to me?” he said, looking deeper into you.

“When have I not?”

“Oh, you right, you right. You’re always so good to me, I love you so much, come here.” Andrei went on, pushing your head into the crook of his neck again.

The look that the guys were giving you as you were in the embrace made your eyes roll. What was going on tonight?

“Uh, here’s Andrei’s keys.” you heard Brady say as soon as he let you go. “I took them from him, just in case.”

“Thanks, Brady. He doesn’t have anywhere to be tomorrow, right?”

“No, he can sleep in. God knows he’ll probably need it.” he chuckled.

“Sounds good. I think we should probably get going, before he ge-

“Andrei! Stop!” Brady interrupted you midsentence, your head snapping back just to find Andrei taking down another shot.

“Andrei, no more! You’re going to get sick!” you said, taking the glass again from the giggling, grown 6’3 man standing in front of you.

“It’s because you didn’t do any, I had to do one for you.” he slurred, in between giggles. The drink had spilled all over his chin - this was getting worse.

“Alright, we’re leaving dude. Say goodbye.”

“Boys!” Andrei was met with cheers as he turned around with open arms to say goodbye to his teammates, who gave him a big group hug. You couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

He was… so wasted.

So, so wasted, you thought to yourself, watching him kiss Sebastian on the head before stumbling over to you.

“Can you walk?”

“I, I can walk.” he said. It was inevitable that his eyes were darting around the room for balance, however.

“Are you sure, Andrei?”

“Okay, maybe not too well.”

“Come. Hold onto me.” you instructed him, wrapping his forearm around your shoulders. He was definitely leaning a little too much weight onto you, but the car wasn’t too far away, and he simply could not walk in a straight line at the moment.

Andrei sighed as the cold air hit his face. He ran hot, and the liquor had only raised his temperature more.

“Oh, wait, wait. That feels good.” he said, stopping in his tracks.

“What does?” you giggled, looking up at him.

“I’m so hot, wait, wait.”. He forced himself to stay on his own two feet as he moved his hands to his shirt, unbuttoning his sweaty baby blue button-up all the way down, his silky abs peeking through. Unfortunately for you, you were caught staring.

“That’s better, is it not, Y/N?” he said, looking up at you with a smirk.

“Do you feel better now?” you responded, your eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“Oh, so much better, so hot in there.” he said, throwing his weight on top of you again.

You made it through the parking lot unscathed, even though you were 85% sure that Andrei’s eyes were closed as he slurred incoherent sayings all the way throughout.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful, Y/N.” he said, as you finally opened the passenger door and helped him sit. His eyes weren’t leaving your face as you bent over to fasten his seatbelt.

“You are so nice to me.” he said, caressing your arm sloppily when you made sure his feet were facing forward.

“Of course I’m nice to you, Svech. Let’s get you home, alright?” you said, looking at him from outside of the car.

“Oh, wow, that’s so nice. So, so nice. I want to kiss you so badly.”

The declaration stopped you dead in your tracks, your hand freezing on the car door. It was basically impossible to read him, considering he was so drunk that his head was thrown back into the seat, with his eyes closed and the goofiest smile on his face.

“Yes, please, let me give you a kiss.” he repeated, bringing his index finger to his cheek.

Oh.

That type of kiss.

Disappointment washed over you, as well as relief, surprisingly, as you leaned down. Andrei grabbed your chin hard and began placing kisses all over your cheek, covering your face with them and of course, more giggles that reverberated on your skin.

“Alright, uh, thank you, Drei.” you uttered, leaning back out of the car, carefully.

“No, no, no thank you. It’s how I say thank you. Like that.” he giggled, reaching to weakly poke your cheek. You shook your head before shutting the door, taking deep breaths before getting behind Andrei’s wheel.

The air in the car felt different. You had hung out with Andrei countless times, gotten this drunk and probably even more, and he had never acted this way before. From the moment you walked into the bar you knew, something had shifted. It wasn’t necessarily a bad shift, but you couldn’t put your finger on it and it made you feel uneasy.

Or maybe it was that Andrei usually took over most of your thoughts whenever you weren’t buried under a pile of books and papers, and the fact that you pushed that away as much as you could.

Seeing him act so cuddly and loving towards you felt good, but it was fanning the flames of an unrequited crush, and quite honestly, it was really depressing.

To know that you had those feelings for him, as buried as they were, and you were stuck in the seat of his car taking care of him like a best friend.

It really was not helping that his eyes hadn’t left you the whole night, but you figured that it was best to blame it on the liquor.

There was absolutely no way it was anything else.

“You’re so quiet, Y/N.” Andrei said, still facing you.

“I’m trying to focus here, Svech. Your car is a lot faster than the piece of shit I drive.”

“You like it? It’s nice car, huh?” he said, rubbing his fingers on the headrest, his bicep flexing through the thin fabric of his dress shirt.

“It’s a lovely car.” you said, telling yourself to just keep your eyes on the road. It felt wrong to gawk at him when he was in such a state, anyways.

“Yeah, I knew you liked it. I thought of you when I got it.”

“Wait, what?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah. Maybe I shouldn’t say, but I thought maybe she thinks I’m cool with this car.” he said. His voice had gone from excited to a lazy, almost sultry way of slurring his words. Truly, you just hoped he wouldn’t fall asleep in the car.

And with that, it really hit you.

Another strange, unexpected confession.

“I didn’t think you’d consider me in your car buying process, Svech.” you said, momentarily looking at him.

He was definitely getting sleepy, and it wasn’t hard to tell considering how much he was sliding down the seat. It was making his flushed abdomen flex in such a deli-

The road. Focus on the road.

“I think about you all the time.” he whispered, finally snapping his head back forward.

Your heart was beating completely out of your chest.

You knew you were just framing this wrong, that he didn’t mean any of this like that, but you couldn’t help but get nervous at all of it. It was just the way he was looking at you was making you even more jittery, his brown, chocolate eyes had burned a hole into you ever since you walked into that bar.

Thankfully for you, you had arrived.

“Well, here we are. Let’s go rest.” you said, getting out of the car impossibly fast. Before you could walk over to the passenger door to help him, you found Andrei leaning on the car, his head resting on the top of it.

“No, no, no, Andrei, c’mon.” you said, running over to him. “Sleep in bed, love. Not here.”

Andrei’s head perked up, once again throwing his arm (and a LOT of his weight) on your shoulders.

“I like it when you call me love. I’m going to call you that now.” he said, slopping walking towards his door.

You couldn’t believe you had gotten him in one piece into his house, but there you were. Now it was only a question of time before he fell asleep and you could go back to your regular. He’d probably forget the whole thing the next day, and that was a good thing.

Andrei managed to somehow run as soon as the door opened, sprinting sloppily with dragged feet to his refrigerator.

“You could have seriously hurt yourself.” you said, sneaking up behind him. Andrei turned around, his mouth full of the leftover burrito he snatched from the fridge.

“Love, oh love, this is so good. Here, try it.” he said, his mouth full as he shoved the burrito in your face.

Seeing him like this, you couldn’t help but smirk.

It had been a while since you’d seen him so disheveled: the open shirt, the sweat and flush on his face, guac dripping from the side of his mouth. It always made you happy to see him so relaxed.

You tentatively leaned forward and took a bite of the cold Mexican food, giggling as you saw his eyes light up.

“That’s good, yes.” you laughed, watching him inhale another gigantic bite.

“Did you see, love, I won the star?” he kept babbling on, his eyes focused on his meal.

“You got first star, yes, Andrei.” you chuckled, placing a cold hand to your forehead.

“I did good, yes?”

“You did amazing.”

Andrei proceeded to lift up his arms in victory, a glop of salsa splattering right on his white dress shirt.

“Oh, shit.” he said.

You swore he gave you a cocky smirk before taking the shirt off, leaving him fully shirtless, his freckled skin still damp and red from the alcohol.

“Um, let’s get you to bed, Svech.” you uttered as he started slowly walking towards you, throwing the burrito wrapper on the floor.

Andrei wrapped his big arms around your neck once again; he smelled like sweat, and bar, and alcohol, but you didn’t care, choosing to stay involved in his physical presence as much as you could for tonight.

“I was the first star for you.” he said, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Thanks, Andrei.” you whispered, looking up at his gaze, intuitively attempting to read his intentions. You had been touchy before, and Andrei was a clingy friend in general, but never this relentless and… forward.

“Let’s go upstairs.” he whispered, placing a kiss on your head.

The best outcome to this was him just falling asleep as soon as he hit his mattress, honestly.

Tomorrow this will all be another memory that you’d have to hide and try to forget. Another event you read wrong.

“Baby, I won the game, baby.” Andrei said, his eyes closed, as soon as you got him into his bedroom.

“Yep.” you said, coldly, impatient for him to get to sleep already so you could leave as soon as possible.

“I won, baby! I won the game!” he repeated while you adjusted his unmade bed.

“You did win.”

“Why you ignore my pet names, huh?” he said, wrapping his arms around you, and engulfing your body from the back.

“Because you’re wasted! You need to sleep!”

“But you’re my baby.”

“Yes, yes. I’m your baby. Now let’s get your pants off.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” he said smugly.

“Oh, shush.”

You managed to get his shoes off in quite a record time and with no injuries, same with his pants. You never imagined that you’d be in this position, and honestly, you wished the context was different. As his legs came into vision, you dreamed how you’d like it if you were both sober, him just as clingy and affectionate.

But that wasn’t the case, and it felt wrong to fantasize when he was like this, so you snapped out of it quickly. You were caught by surprise when you came face to face with him, his gaze already on you. You sighed and looked away, thinking about the next step. But Andrei couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“I wish you were my real baby.” Andrei whispered, running his thumb down your cheek as you reached over to undo his chain. “My real girl.”

You were unbelievably close now, his heaving chest grazing yours as you attempted to undo the clasp without looking up at him.

“I am a real girl, Andrei.” you said, turning away swiftly from him to place the piece of jewelry on the nightstand just as quickly as it was off.

Avoid, avoid, avoid.

“No, I me-”

“Get in here.” you said, holding his comforter up. Andrei's head fell forward, almost comically, as he stomped over and slithered under his covers.

“Now, do you keep this on even when you sleep?” you teased him, poking at his cap as soon as he was settled in bed.

Andrei’s face changed to a dark red as you pulled the hat off his head, a dorky smile now looking up at you.

“There we go. That’s better.” you whispered, unconsciously running your hand through his soft hair. It was hard to stop; you had dreamed about doing this every night almost.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to kiss you.”

“You got way too wasted tonight, Drei. You won’t remember but you’ve been speaking nonsense ever since I went to get you.”

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

“Andrei…”

Andrei’s hands snapped up, fast and unexpectedly pulling your face into his into a deep kiss. It was so surprising that you had no reaction initially, eventually letting yourself melt into him. He kissed you passionately, moving his lips to feel every single inch of yours over and over again. The more he gave you, the more he softened you, your body finding a place to sit on the bed to become more enveloped in him.

“An-”

“Listen to me, now. Your turn to listen to me.” he said, interrupting you as he barely pulled away.

“I don’t think I am brave enough to say, but now I am. I like you. I want you. I want you to be mine only. My girl. My girlfriend.” he uttered before his eyes went back down to your mouth, ultimately pulling you in for another kiss.

“How you cannot see? I only want to see you every day. No other girl, I have felt like this before. Please, baby.” he said, in between kisses.

“I know you feel the same way, I know it. I see how you look at me, but I don’t understand why you won’t say it to me. Come on, baby, look at how you’re kissing me.”

“I, I’m scared, Andrei. I don’t want to ruin anything.”

“Baby, you will not ruin anything. It will be so amazing now. You will make me the happiest man. Yeah?”

“...Yeah” you whispered into him, nodding your head and feeling the tip of his nose rub against yours.

“Yeah, baby!” he exclaimed against your lips before pulling you in countless times.

“I don’t really think you’re going to remember this tomorrow, but, we’ll see.” you sighed, anxiety running through your veins.

“I am not forgetting this, no way. I know I will remember this. Come into bed with me now.” he said, happily patting the empty spot next to you.

You weren’t sure you were processing everything that was happening as you got under the covers with him, his arms coming towards you to pull you closer.

Time seemed to stop as your bodies touched, minutes ticking by as you stared at each other’s blushed faces.

“I want another one.” he whispered, leaning down towards your mouth before you could pull back.

“You’re still drunk.”

“Not as drunk as you think I am.”

“What?”

“You thought I couldn’t do this?” he said, placing the tips of his fingers on his nose repeatedly. There was no way he had enough coordination to do that.

“Did you trick me, Svechnikov?”

“Maybe I took advantage of how I was feeling. The room is still spinny though.”

“That’s what I thought.” you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Do you promise you’ll still kiss me when I’m sober tomorrow?”

“I promise. I promise.”

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hii can i request karma x reader who went through a really tough week because of school and peer problems and other things then just breaks down because it’s all just so overwhelming

Overworked | Karma x Reader

"(Y/n). Have you finished the script for our presentation tomorrow?"

You involuntary winced, as you internally curse for forgetting something so important. It's bad enough you've forgotten something important, but to jeopardize someone else's grade for your full plate made it worse.

You slowly closed your locker, purposely delaying a response.

"... No."

Your classmate frowns.

"Have you at least started?"

" Um... yeah."

She groans, sensing you lie. "Are you kidding me?! We already had to delay our presentation because you couldn't even finish your part on time." She wags an accusing finger at you.

It wasn't like you were slacking off. You try to take school seriously, but Kunugigaoka was brutal. 80% of the students here spend most of their time trying to keep their grades up.

"Look. I'm sorry, I've just been swamped."

"Busy?" She rolled her eyes and scoffs. "I bet you're not too busy seeing that boyfriend of yours."

You gritted your teeth.

You had some sympathy for her before, but to bring your boyfriend into this made you want to shove her to the ground.

"I've barely seen him in two weeks." You hiss.

You can let her talk about how 'lazy' you've been doing, but you do not allow her to blame Karma for all your schoolwork problems.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Just get the script done. If I were you, I use lunchtime to do your work."

She doesn't give you time to argue and stomp away, but not taking her negative energy with her. You huffed and slammed your locker shut.

Great. Just great.

You wanted to use your lunch break to study for the science test today, but it looks like that is going to have to wait. Because if you don't give it to her today, she would most certainly never live it down. Besides, this presentation was worth more than your science test.

You groaned and rubbed your forehead.

'It's okay, it's okay.' You would tell yourself.

However, your fingers started to tremble as you started to think about all the work you had to get done today. For a quick breather, you went outside to the courtyard for a couple of minutes.

But you didn't have a couple of minutes. As soon as you got comfortable, the bell rang. It was time for your first class.

You groan.

Seriously? All you wanted was at least two minutes. Just two measly minutes. That's all you ask.

You were reluctant to stand back up, but you did and dragged yourself to your first class.

It was suffocating.

Your teacher would speak, but the words weren't reaching your ears. You would try to read the words from your textbook, but your mind wasn't processing anything you read.

You were jiggling your leg underneath your table from impatience. You just wanted the class to end already because every time your teacher spoke, it felt like you were trying to cramp more words in an already filled-up suitcase.

And the suitcase was about to explode.

"Hrm." You softly whined and placed a hand over your head.

You couldn't take anymore and ended up excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. The thought of just leaving school altogether was at an all-time high, but, you've always been a good student. You would feel guilty.

But then you thought about your trouble-making boyfriend.

Skipping with would definitely make you feel much better.

In the bathroom, you took your phone from your pocket and called for Karma, hoping he didn't sleep in today and was still at him.

Sleep.

Oh, how you wish you were sleeping in your bed right now.

It didn't take long for Karma to answer, but the two rings felt like they went on for hours. After two rings, Karma picked up.

"Hey, babe." He didn't sound as if he just woke up. "What's up?"

"I'm skipping the rest of my morning classes." You blurt out. "Do you want to join me?"

".... Not that I'm complaining, but why?"

It was a reasonable question. Karma can't remember the last time you skipped class with him. You're the one who had to tell him to not do that.

"I... Just need to see you." You mumbled sadly.

Hearing the desperation in your voice, Karma knew something was wrong. He didn't even have the heart to tease you about being such a bad girl for wanting to skip school.

"I'll wait for you by the entrance," Karma tells you.

***

You knew you could get in trouble for skipping class, but it was either that or staying to increase the chances of finally snapping and jumping out a window.

As everyone hurried off to their next class, you did your best to act as if you were following suit. With all the busy students taking over the hallways, the teachers need help seeing you head to the main entrance and leave the school.

There was no one out in the courtyard, and since you're used to seeing this place packed full of students, it felt creepy to see it like a ghost town.

However, the unsettling feeling vanished when you saw your boyfriend waiting for you by the entrance.

Karma smiles upon seeing you.

You didn't greet him with a smile, nor even a wave. Instead, you tackled him into a hug and buried your face into his chest.

Karma was a bit caught off guard by the hug but smiled tenderly and wrapped his arms around you nonetheless.

"Aw," he cracks a grin. "Someone missed me."

You did. You really did.

"I hate school." You mumbled into his shirt.

Karma understood your pain. If it were up to him, he would see you every day.

"How bout you and I just run away and join the circus?" He jokes.

"That sounds tempting."

Karma laughs.

You eventually let go and sighed, already feeling a tad better.

"I needed that hug." You admit. Your tone was exhausted but relieved.

"I can tell." Karma smiles and then playfully tickles under your chin before taking your hand with his. "Let's go before someone sees us."

You didn't even question where you were going with him. All that you cared about was that you were leaving.

But even if you weren't in school, all the workload you had to do filled your head.

Karma took you to a burger joint to eat. It's a bit too early for lunch, but whatever. Maybe some food will help get your mind off of everything.

Karma forced you to sit on a chair and told you to wait while he took the order.

As you sat there, it did occur to you that an adult figure could potentially spot you skipping school and tell your parents, but you were past the point of caring.

You deserve a break.

Karma came back with a tray full of food.

You ate quietly because you wanted to enjoy your food. Usually, this is the part where you would start ranting, and yes, you do feel like ranting, but you're so tired.

"I'm thinking about switching schools." You eventually blurt out.

Karma gave you a long look. Because of the different classes, and your busy schedule, spending any time with Karma has been becoming more and more rare, so you would understand if he was against it.

But, he loves you, and the last thing he wants is for you to suffer.

"I get it." He nods. "Would your parents let you though?"

Oh right. How can you forget your parents?

Your shoulders drooped.

"Probably not."

"Why... don't you drop down to E class?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Trust me, you'll have more free time there." He insisted. "Sure, there is no AC or heater, the wifi sucks, and the walk there is long--"

"You're doing such a good job convincing me to go," you snort.

"I was just being honest. C'mon, you're dying there, and I can't stand it. Just drop down. The girls there aren't stuck up like the ones in your class so I'm sure you'll fit in.

It's a win-win situation. You would be less exhausted in his class and class E can use all the help they can get to kill their teacher.

"Besides, I'll be there." He grins.

The corners of your lips twitched up for a moment.

"It would be great to be in the same class together again."

"Exactly."

His eagerness for you to join class E made your heart flutter. Ever since he was sent to the End Class, you saw Karma less and less. It pained you as much as it pained him. It almost made you want to blindly go to E class with him. But, dropping down to the lowest class in a school like Kunugigaoka comes with some consequences.

For one thing, you would be completely isolated from the rest of the school. Which isn't a big deal considering you don't like any of your classmates.

You do have to suffer the dirty looks from your parents so you choose to drop down. They prided themselves on knowing you were a student at such an elite school. They would always brag to their other family members and friends all the time. It would be embarrassing.

You sighed and eventually gave an answer.

"I'll think about it."

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eris-snow · 7 months

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3. 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐈𝐭

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst, fluff, swearing, more swearing (It's Katsuki what do you expect)

Feeling his eyes on you is like discovering how to breathe again. Relearning how to inhale and exhale and reworking the smile on your face.

“Come here, nerd. We need to talk.”

Katsuki is this close to losing it.

He doesn’t know how Izuku had developed selective amnesia in the span of hours, but Katsuki was considering hurling him into the nearest brick wall and see if it would work. He was rapidly running out of options at this rate. Percussive maintenance. How fitting.

This had been the 3rd consecutive day of him reintroducing you to Izuku, and no matter what question he asks, Mr I Fart Quirks Out Of My Ass just doesn’t remember you. What the hell?

You definitely know what’s up, because every time Izuku apologises for not remembering you, you simply smile and wave it of.

After the 5th day of this cycle, Katsuki comes to the hall alone.

“Oh,” You say, watching him calmly climb the stage by your stupid seat. “You’re here early. Where’s Midoriya—”

Katsuki pushes the heavy drapes aside and snarls.

“You’re fucked up, you know that?”

You look startled, but Katsuki doesn’t stop. “The nerd has been coming here every day, and you still go along with his ‘I don’t remember, I’m so sorry!’ bullshit. You have more problems than the water percentage in horse shit.”

Your face curls into a scowl. “Well hello to you too, Bakugou. Should I get up and offer you a chair and discuss your issues? Don’t worry about snacks, we have peanuts.”

The blond reels back at the sarcasm. Okay, you’re snippy.

“And let’s set the record straight. Your problems stack up so high, it makes Mount Everest look like an ant hill. You don’t get to say jack shit about me.”

Katsuki huffs. You’re really pissy today.

“Stop changing the subject. Tell me what you did to him before I punt you.”

You suddenly go very, very still. Eyes dull, lips pressed into a tight line like you’re recalling something unpleasant. Finally, you sigh.

“We’re not talking about this.”

“Uh, yes we are.”

You whirl to him, glare lethal. It feels like he’s staring at an angry Midoriya, because the way his skin crawls at your face can only be done by Izuku (and Auntie Inko, shh.).

“Drop it,” you hiss.

And he does, so that’s that.

—

Katsuki gives up on bringing Izuku back to the hall. There’s no point, anyway, since he won’t remember.

Schoolwork starts to pile up like a stake of due bills, so he stops going too. It doesn’t mean he stops thinking about you, though.

It’s just the little things that he’s now hyper-aware of. You’re nowhere. And by nowhere, he means not even in the halls, or at assembly. In that short span of time he kept coming to time without Izuku, Katsuki would find you in all sorts of positions.

Playing the piano terribly, leaning against the wall with your ears plugged as you hide away in the crevices of the curtains. Sometimes you’re doing homework, sprawled out on the light brown timber planks. Sometimes you’re revising.

However, every time he walks in, you smile up at him like he’s done no wrong and stop, putting aside your materials so that he could rant about how stupid it was to hide out in here.

On the country, whenever someone other than him walks in, they’d simply give him a raised eyebrow, before leaving without a word.

“Why don’t they ever say anything about you?”

“Maybe cause you’re the hero in training, and I’m not?”

A bullshit reason, but he doesn’t call you out on it.

Talking to you is like a refreshing vacation. Delightfully plucked out of time, away from the problems of rebranding and school work outside. Katsuki never dissociates. He doesn’t like to. But he appreciates the normalcy of his conversations with you.

You listen better than his therapist ever did.

It takes a second for him to realise that he’s been staring at the same diagram on his paper for 5 minutes, and he has to shake his head to snap out of it.

He tells his brain to kindly shut up, pushes the thought of you aside and refocuses on his assignment.

Something about triangles. And circles.

—

It has become common knowledge that Katsuki can cook as well as a Michelin star chef, and it has thus become common knowledge that U.A.’s kitchen was his.

Well, not all his. Sato owns half of it, but it’s mostly his. Clean, neat and organised, because so help the idiot that would mess up the his spice rack. Which is the only reason why he’s resisting the urge to dump this pot of curry onto said idiot’s head.

Seriously, fuck his life. Denki has decided that horror stories was going to be his new favourite past time, so he gets to hear a new stupid one every week.

Have you ever heard of the Women In Snow?

There was a wendigo spotted nearby! We have to go and see it!

We should go ghost hunting! I hear that there have been paranormal sightings—

“If I hear another mention of ‘hauntings’ or ‘ghosts’, I’m gonna boil you, throw you out on the carpet, and dance on your body.” Katsuki interrupts flatly, jabbing a ladle dangerously close to Denki’s face. “If you want to be here, make yourself useful!”

Denki dodges the attack, flying behind Eijiro who was standing beside Katsuki scooping rice. Coward.

“Kirishima, save me! Bakugou’s gonna murder me!”

Eijiro sighs with an exasperated look on his face. He’s always the peacemaker, and if Katsuki could find it in him to feel sorry for him, he wouldn’t be here.

“Bakugou—”

“Shut the hell up, Shitty Hair! Stay out of it.”

Denki pouts, peeking from behind Eijiro’s red hair. “If I become a ghost, I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.”

“Out!”

Denki grabs a stack of plates from the cabinets and places them on the counter. Dinner was about done, anyway.

“You’re being pissy!” The blond calls as a parting remark.

“You’re being insufferable,” Katsuki lashes back, taking the plate Eijiro had handed him. Eijiro gives him a concerned expression as Katsuki dumps the curry beside the rice.

He likes Denki’s first horror story best, though.

—

It’s a week until Speech Day and Katsuki feels like he’s going to pop a gasket.

He can handle it-the stress was nothing compared to his first year-but the war has changed him in ways he sometimes wished it didn’t.

Nightmares plague his slumber and between the wrapping up of syllabus and finals ending, he’s so close to degenerate into his old tendencies.

The yelling. The punching. The heat under his collar.

He’s pent up, and he needs someone that can listen. Izuku is there, he always is, but it’s an itch his best friend can’t scratch, because it’s something only you can do.

The quiet of the hall. The hushed conversations. You don’t have a clue what he’s going through, but you try to understand even if he just dropped into your life like a comet from outer space.

That…means a lot more to him than it should have.

He stares at the unnecessarily big doors in front of the hall, debates for a grand total of 5 seconds, decides he doesn’t give two shits about pride and yanks the doors open.

Katsuki manages one step into the hall, before he hears sniffling.

Shit, are you crying? You better not be crying. He doesn’t know what to do with crying people.

Should he go?

He pauses at that.

His shoes squeak on the smooth flooring as he hauls himself on the stage. You’re right where you usually are, splayed on the ground with a book in your hand and tissues strewn beside you.

Your nose is red.

He pulls the curtains away and steps back stage, cautiously approaching you. “Are you okay?”

You sniffle again, blowing your nose.

“Sinus,” you groan, throwing a tissue ball at him. “Been having it all morning. Life hates me.”

And for some reason, that makes him laugh. Low and raspy, genuine and soft. That feels nice.

“Throw that at me one more time.” He replies easily, relief evident. “I dare you.”

You close your book, grinning at him as you unplug your ears. Your eyes light up like a firework show.

“Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a warning.”

He says plainly, flinging the tissue paper back at you so he can create a spot to sit down.

“What brings you here? I thought you hero course students had to—oh.” You put two and two together quick. Katsuki watches you look back at him, and then to your book.

There’s silence for a quick second, before you settle. “Tell me about your patrols?”

And just like that, he’s off like a bullet.

You nod along and listen, balling the tissues in your hand that are wet with tears.

That was too close.

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Choso: My Best Friend's Brother

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He's been watching you for years, enjoying the light that you bring into his life. One day, you decide to ask why he doesn't date...

Well, he's just been waiting for you.

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Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | More Jujutsu Kaisen

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cw: Minors DNI! Breeding, Gaslighting, Explicit Sex, Alcohol, Yandere Choso

“If you’re so obsessed with family, why don’t you just have kids?”

Your question wasn’t meant to come out that way, but your nerves have always got the best of you.

Wide, shocked eyes blink back at you, their surprise making you blush from embarrassment.

You shouldn’t have asked Choso why he didn’t have any kids… shouldn’t even have brought up that he was so obsessed with family. The conversation, thankfully, took a lighter turn as he answered you.

“I never really thought about it until recently…” he says, his fist coming up to rest his chin on as he ponders the thought. “I guess I never really found the right girl to do it with…”

“Ew, Choso- no one wants to hear about your sex life,” says Nobara.

“Oh come on!” Yuji interrupts, slapping his hand across his older brother’s back. “Choso’s just being protective!” He leans in closer, “You’ll find the right girl someday! Then I’ll make the best uncle ever!”

“Yeah, sure Yuji… you’ll just spoil the poor kid rotten, buying them sweets and soda pop,” You say.

That makes the group laugh, the subject of Choso finding a girl seeming to slip from everybody else’s mind.

Everyone but Choso.

In fact, Choso had found the right girl to have a family with. One that already got along with his friends and brother…

You.

You had been the subject of his mind for quite some time, probably ever since Yuji brought you home for a study session with Nobara and Megumi all those years ago. A new face to the neighborhood, you had a lot of schoolwork to catch up on mid-semester, so the teacher assigned the Fushiguro boy to help you along. It was Yuji to volunteer his house for the tutoring, and ever since then you have been inseparable from the trio.

A few years have gone by since then; you all graduated high school and attended the local community college to stay close to both each other and home. Choso was the oldest out of the group by a few years, having to take care of Yuji when their parents abandoned them as children, therefore he was the one with the salaryman’s job.

He had gotten to know Yuji’s friend group quite well over the years, and yet every time he saw you it stole his breath away. From the very beginning, Choso made a point to make himself more available to Yuji and his friends, you included.

He made you all dinner after the late night study sessions, let you all drink alcohol under his roof, and was always there for life advice or a ride home. Choso had made it a point to make sure you saw him in the light- a light of what a good man was like & how great of a husband he would be.

Even he’ll admit it, though… it was more than just a crush. Maybe it started as a crush back when he was a senior in high school and you just a freshman… but now? Now Choso was in love with you- you were meant for him and he for you.

Your comment earlier that day ignited something in him… it told him that you thought of him as a father figure… that a girl would find him appealing and want to have children with him.

Was it you secretly offering him that life?

In Choso’s twisted mind, it was…

He thought of a plan, one to execute after everyone would go to bed that night. It was Friday, which meant the group would come over to he and Yuji’s house to drink the troubles of relationships and schoolwork away for the weekend. It was then he would be able to isolate you, finally letting you know that he was ready- ready to start a family with you. It was set, and he just had to wait.

–

It was finally Friday, you thought as you made your way up the steps.

It was time to let loose- you had your overnight bag and your phone was already off and tucked away. Arriving at the door, you don’t bother knocking or ringing the bell- the door was open and this was practically your second home.

You step inside and scream out, “I’m here bitches! The party has arrived!”

Happy hoorays and yells echo from the kitchen, and as you walk in you realize you were the last to arrive. Everyone already seemed to be 2 or 3 drinks deep, and that meant that you had to play catch-up.

You discard your bag by the steps leading upstairs and immediately start pouring a line of 3 shots- all meant for you.

“Nice of you to join us!” Yuji practically screams as he pounds a beer back.

“Tch- watch it, pink puffball…” Megumi turns his nose up, nursing his own concoction on the rocks as he moves out of Yuji’s spill reach.

“Hey!” Says Nobara. She waves you over to where she sits at the dining table with Choso.

You watch as Yuji’s older brother locks his gaze with yours- making you blush. He was always so straightforward, but you were glad he was drinking with you and your friends tonight. His normal suit and tie had been discarded for a black v-neck and sweats, you notice that his hair is also down in a low bun- a change from the regular two-bun look. It was nice to see him so relaxed around you. You see him bring his whiskey up to his mouth, sipping the glass as he raises an eyebrow at you.

Silently, you know he was beckoning you towards the shots you just poured. Like a champ, you down them in one go- the straight rum burns your throat, making you cough a little. However, you were no bitch, so you take them one after the other, not breaking eye contact with the older boy as you do it.

He smiles when you’re done, enjoying the show and giving you a nod of approval.

That’s my girl, he thinks.

You immediately feel the effects of the alcohol, opting in for a mixed drink as you go sit down next to Choso and across from Nobara. And for the next couple of hours, you enjoy yourself- drinking away the night with your closest friends.

You don’t overdo it- you couldn’t tonight when you knew Yuji & Nobara would be a mess. They would need you eventually, either holding hair back, or making sure they don’t streak through the neighborhood naked. Megumi left eventually, not liking to spend the night at other places but his own home.

After a while, Yuji & Nobara pass out on the couches- their drunken snores echoing through the room and making you giggle.

“They’re something else, aren’t they?” Choso says as he clears empty glasses from the table.

You blush in response, suddenly realizing that it was just the two of you left for the night.

“Yeah,” you tell him, “Normally that’s me though…”

He laughs then, “Not really… you don’t snore.”

“I- I don’t?”

Whoops, he catches himself- I wasn’t supposed to say that.

“I- Uhh, I mean when you sleep on our couch during movie night, you don’t snore then..”

Good save.

“Oh!” You laugh, of course that’s what he meant…

A beat of silence passes before Choso speaks up.

“Hey, Uhh listen- you remember that band you were talking about the other night? Well I got their newest album on vinyl. Did you, uh- want to give it a listen?”

His question shocks you- yes, you were relatively close to Yuji’s older brother, but not like that… you had your similarities and laughs, but you’ve never even seen his room...

Hesitantly, you nod in agreement- leaving Yuji and Nobara to sleep off their liquor.

After topping off your drinks, you follow Choso upstairs and into his room.

It’s not what you expected from a salaryman, the walls were decorated like an angsty teenage boy’s room. Death metal posters and black aesthetics adorned his bedroom, all the things you enjoyed displayed out in front of you as your mouth sat open in shock.

You didn’t realize you had so much in common with Choso, and as he closed the door behind you and turned on his record player, you were kind of excited to get to see him like this.

Sitting next to you on his bed, your legs brushed against his. He was close- almost too close as you listened to him talk about the band’s music.

You listened as best you could- watching the way his soft lips moved with excitement, the way his muscles flexed under his v-neck with his hand gestures, and the way he angled his lap towards your body.

The amount of attention was getting you hot- and you gulped down your drink in an attempt to cool off. Of course, that was a bad idea- alcohol always lowered your inhibitions, and Choso noted the way your blush crept down your face and across your chest.

“Did you hear me?” He says, interrupting your somewhat dirty thoughts.

“Hmmm?” you ask, not remember what he was just saying.

“So do you agree?”

Shit, you thought, agree to what? You panic, nodding your head and saying yes out of the anxiety of admitting that you weren’t listening.

Of course, Choso knew you weren’t paying attention as he watched you check him out moments ago. Using the opportunity, he decided to lie-

He would get what he wanted tonight, whether you were aware of what you were agreeing to or not.

“That’s great! Thank you- I think once we do this, I’ll have a better chance the next time around… and don’t worry I’ll make sure you feel good too.”

What the fuck did you just agree to?

Before you can react, his lips were on yours.

He feels you push against his chest, but not before he realized you were kissing him back.

“Whoa! Choso wait…”

He covers your hand on his chest with his, “I thought you wanted this? Why else would you agree?”

“I- I do agree… I like you Choso, but don’t you think we should do this thing, I don’t know… maybe sober?” You ask him.

He couldn’t believe your words- you actually liked him! He was over the moon, but the older boy knew he couldn’t let sobriety push you away from him.

“I’ve been drinking too, ya know… it’ll be better- our inhibitions are blurred, and I hear alcohol makes you really sensitive…”

As if to prove his point, Choso closes his eyes and leans in. His warm lips are on yours in an instant, softly molding your mouth to his in a passionate embrace. He holds the wrist of the hand that touches his chest, pushing it to the side and then cupping one of your breasts.

You moan into his mouth at the touch… He was right, you could feel each digit as he gently massaged your breast. You still wore clothes- but not for long. As his lips moved against yours, he stuck his tongue inside as you allowed him your submission. Your tongues danced in a sloppy embrace, and you felt his hand creep up under the hem of your shirt.

He moved his skilled hands past the underwire of your bra, cupping your bare breast as you moaned into his mouth. Choso swallowed your lewd sounds with eagerness- loving the way you felt under his skin.

He couldn’t wait to feel you underneath him -- or around him -- for that matter…

Choso was losing his mind over you coming undone against him. He hooked his fingers around your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. Your lips immediately find his once again, and you hold his face against yours.

He smiles into the kiss… happiness consuming him as you move onto his lap to straddle him.

“Mmm… that’s it Princess, come here…”

He buries his hand in your hair, bringing you closer. You can feel the bulge forming at his crotch, you can’t do anything to stop yourself from grinding down on it.

Choso growls into your mouth, his free hand moving to your ass and massaging it over your leggings. The alcohol blurs your mind, he was right- it did feel good. Normally, situations like this would lead to foreplay. But in this case, your body felt like it was lit on fire.

You grind your clothed core onto his crotch, feeling yourself getting wetter by the minute.

“Choso- fuck…” You moan as he pushes himself up against you.

“Shit-”

It’s all he can muster out before he’s gripping you by the ass and flipping you onto your back. His soft bed sheets feel cool on your heated skin, but it isn’t enough to relieve the feeling building up inside of you.

In swift movements, you remove your bra while the older boy takes off your leggings and panties in one go. You're left naked under Choso’s wide gaze- his greedy eyes taking in every single exposed inch of your figure.

“Fuck.”

It’s all he says before he’s on top of you. Your legs fall open as your arms hold him close. His lips smash into yours in heated passion as you lose yourself in him. You needed to feel his skin on yours- needed to be one step closer to relief as you pushed his shirt off his body.

As he kneels up to remove it, he smiles down at you.

Choso was all man.

Hard, chiseled abs from his daily workouts look back at you. His exposed chest heaved with heavy breaths as you took each other in.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” he tells.

You giggle at his reaction, the alcohol still fizzing your mind.

“No- you are.”

He only smiles as he lowers himself back into your embrace.

You feel his soft lips come down your neck, peppering light kisses from your jawline down to your tits. He encircles your budded nipple with his tongue, covering it in his saliva only to blow out cool air onto the erect bud.

“Oh!” you moan out- arching your back into his touch. The change between hot and cold was messing with your mind.

He does the same with the other breast, sucking his way across your chest and leaving dark hickeys that mark his territory.

“Fuck, baby… I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Choso makes his way down your tummy, each kiss like a brand on your skin as he sinks further down the bed. He makes himself comfortable between your thighs, locking both his hands behind your knees and pushing up.

Your mind spins from his actions… normally you would be completely shy and embarrassed at what he was doing, but the liquor gave you liquid courage. You wanted to feel good tonight, so you’d allow Choso to do whatever he wanted to get you there.

In Choso’s mind, he’s never seen anything so pretty.

Holding your knees high up, he lifts your lower body into the air as his face comes inches away from your heated core. Your glistening pink pussy is temptation in physical form.

He drools at the sight of your open cunt- watching the way your exposed hole twitches as if desperate for his cock.

“Holy fuck…” he says, leaning down to swipe his tongue from your asshole to clit.

It makes you buck your hips as you sigh out at the relieving pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good…”

You watch him lean back down, except this time he doesn’t come back up.

Choso buries his face into your cunt, eating out your little pussy like a man starved. He pushes his tongue inside, running the tip of it against the heat of your inner walls.

You moan and mewl against him, your hands coming down to rest on his head. Losing yourself to his touch, you allow him to eat you out with reckless abandon.

He felt the way you ground yourself into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of your cunt on his lips. He used his face to hold your folds open for his taking, burying himself deep and making you scream out into the room. You flood his mouth with your wetness as he slurps and sucks you with vigor.

Bringing two fingers to your entrance, Choso sinks them both into you in one go- massaging your tight walls from the inside.

“Oh my god…” you moan, breathless as you feel him being to finger fuck you. You grip his long hair tighter, forcing it out of his messy bun as you bucked against his touch.

You can hear the way your cunt squelches under his strategic touch- he works you hard, showering you with praise as he watches the way his fingers disappear into you.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this… you hear that? Your little cunt sucking my fingers in… that’s right baby…”

He watches you closely, memorizing each reaction you give him, noting the right angles that make you mewl.

You look down as he plays with you, seeing the smirk he wore spread across his face.

“Choso I- oh fuck!” You cry out.

Warm lips latch around your clit. His heated tongue toys with your swollen bud as he finger fucks you, each flick of his wrist sending you further into bliss.

“Fucking cum on my face baby- you taste so fucking good.”

His words are enough to send you over, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum harder than you ever have before. You feel the way your cunt clenches down on his fingers, his tongue circling your clit fast as he plays you like an instrument.

He slows the thrusts of his fingers, moving his head up to watch the bliss reflect onto your face as he admires your fucked out body.

Covered in sweat, your body tenses as you grip the sheets of the bed. You grind your hips as he slows the movement of his fingers, finishing you off with a sparkle of obsession in his eyes.

Choso has never seen anything more beautiful than you cumming. The pleasure raking through your body as he drinks up your release- he kitten licks your cunt, lapping up your mess as your loud cries turn into soft gasps, your sensitivity high as he brings you down slowly from bliss.

You shut your eyes, taking in his light touches against your inner thighs. He kisses your clit one last time as he moves up and away from your pussy.

He inched his way back up your body, ultimately resting his forehead against yours- the action making you open your eyes and look into his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful you know…” he tells you, leaning down and kissing you deeply on the lips; you can taste yourself on his tongue. “Is it ok to keep going?”

You realize what he was talking about… it seemed too fast -- too real -- as you come to think of how you’ve never really seen Choso in this light until recently.

But as you look up at him with sheer adoration, you tell your best friend’s older brother exactly what he wants to hear.

“I think I’d like that.”

The smile he gives you was all worth the wait. Choso leans into you, molding his lips to yours with newfound fervor as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Your mouths dance together as you both smile into the kiss. You were surrounded with his scent, drowning in the smell of incense and vanilla. He engulfed you with his body, the bulge of his clothed cock rubbing against your bare core.

It was then you realized that he still wore pants-

“Mm Choso- take your fucking pants off.” You tell him, making him laugh lightly as he pushes himself off the bed.

You lean back on your hands, watching as he slowly pulls his pants off. His boxers were black, matching the darkness of his hair and was currently straining under the pressure of his member.

Your mouth watered as you watched his thumbs hook around the waistband and pull down. You watch with eager eyes as his cock springs free from restriction. He had a shaft that curved up slightly, veins decorating the side of his member as they met an angry red tip.

He was fucking hard- Choso groaned at the relief of finally freeing himself from his boxer briefs. As he watched you watch him, he could feel the way his cock leaked- getting more turned on by the second as you eyed his dick like a hungry beast.

Fuck, he wanted to stick it down your throat right about now- but he knew if he did he wouldn’t be able to do the one thing he’s wanted to do since he met you: fill you up.

His fists clench at the predicament, and he takes a moment to make a final decision.

He gets back on the bed, hovering over your body as you lay under him. You wait for him to take the lead, ready to submit to him in any way.

Choso’s hands cup the back of your knees, bending your legs up towards your head. He put you in a mating press- a position so exposed and vulnerable you blushed under his gaze.

He lined his cock up with your entrance- both of you dripping as if your bodies weeped for one another. The tip of his cock nestles against your entrance and he holds it there as his expression turns dead serious.

You whimper under his stare- your hole being slightly stretched from the tip against your opening. After noticing his pause, you open your mouth to ask when he cuts you off.

“I’m going to breed this little cunt of yours.”

Then he slams himself into you, fully sheathing his cock into your tiny opening.

Your scream echoes in the bedroom. It would wake up Yuji and Nobara if they weren’t still drunkenly passed out downstairs- but the noises you made couldn’t be helped.

Choso held your legs up between your bodies, you were folded in half under him as he slammed himself down into you. He fucked you merciessly, and all you could do was take it.

He muttered words filled with promise as watched you scream for him below.

“Mmm gonna fuck you, gonna fill you up- you’ll finally be mine, fuck! I want to breed you, have you swollen with my fucking kid-“

He just kept going- his words not fully registering in your fucked out mind as your cunt sucked his cock deep into your body. The slam of his hips with every thrust sends you reeling, unable to focus on anything he was saying.

“Cho- fuuuuckk…”

Your eyes rolled back, becoming crossed as he pounded into your cunt. You could hear the way his skin slapped against yours, your pussy squelching with each thrust. It felt so good, so raw… you would be sore in the morning, but at this moment you couldn’t think of anything better.

He locked both his hands around your throat, using his body to keep your legs in place. He loved seeing you bent in half like this, your airway slightly cut off as he squeezed your neck lightly.

His eyes were almost feral, pupils blown wide as he felt your cunt clench his shaft tight. Between thrusts, he fed you more words of encouragement.

“You’re so fucking pretty, I love seeing you like this- love you so so much baby. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you tonight, ya know? Gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine…”

You tried to grab him as you processed his words- attempted to speak, but it was no use…

Yuji’s older brother was too far gone- too obsessed with you as took in his amplified emotions.

You had always felt something more for Choso, and even though this felt like skipping ten thousand steps in the relationship, you decided to let it happen. That you weren’t necessarily against the idea of him knocking you up - and oh - the way he was doing it felt so fucking good.

You screamed as he angled his hips downward, the soft curve of his cock rubbing against your g-spot and pushing his tip near your cervix. The force he used to pound into you made his balls slap against your puckered hole with each thrust- he was deep, it was no doubt what his intentions were.

“Ughhh- fuuu….” Your words came out muffled, his hands around your throat cutting off your attempt at words.

He lets up only slightly, “Hmmph- fuck baby…” Choso says, cupping your chin and forcing you to look at him. “Tell me what you need.” He commands.

“I- fuck- I need your cum in me! Fucking fill me up Cho…” you cried.

He laughed at your begging, the tone and desperation in your voice sending pleasure straight down to his cock. He could feel the way his balls clenched up, threatening to spill over at any moment from your wretched cries.

Choso held out for a little longer, he wanted to make you cum one last time.

Removing a hand from your neck, he was able to sneak it between your writhing bodies and hook his thumb over your clit.

Tears sprang from your eyes as you felt him rub circles onto the swollen bud. His movements matched the fervor of his hips, forcing you to succumb to your basic needs for the second time tonight.

He felt it when it happened- the way your hole clamped down on his member and sucked him in. Your hands came up on his bare shoulders, nails digging into his body and leaving a series of red scratches as you cream all over his cock.

Your cunt squirts onto everything- coating his cock, abs, and the bed underneath you.

“Shit- you’re so fucking tight Princess, that’s right- milk my cock baby, make a fucking mess…” he moans out, sounding desperate for his own release.

You’re too fucked out to respond, your face covered in drool and tears as you let him destroy your tiny cunt.

The speed of Choso’s thrusts begin to get sloppy, your tight and wet heat being his end as slams into you one last time. You look up to see his beautiful face scrunch in concentration as he buries his cock as deep as it would go, growling out his own pleasure.

Your warm walls grip him tight as you feel the thick, hot cum fill your womb.

Choso moans as he cums inside of you- your cunt pulling each and every drop of seed he was able to give. He leaves himself buried deep as he reaches out to caress your cheek.

You welcome his tender touch, the intensity of the last few moments getting to you. He wipes away the tears and coos you down from the overwhelming amount of emotion you currently felt.

“Shhh… baby, I’m right here.” He says, letting your legs down and holding you in a warm embrace. “I’ll always be here.”

He finally got what he wanted- and although you’d never outright admit it, you did too…

#Choso x Reader #choso x you #choso jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #queenofcursesjjk #queenofcursesfanfic #jjk imagines #choso kamo #choso #choso imagine

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Dear Dire Crowley,

I am writing this letter in advance because there are responsibilities which you so graciously dumped on me I have to tend to. But I am in desperate need of your help.

You see– you haven't given Grim or I the allowance that you promised to hand us for school supplies and other basic necessities. Although I have been saving up to repair some of the damages *the kitchen sink keeps leaking, the floorboards are creaking, the water pipes are not piping* to make Ramshackle more comfortable to live in, there were urgent matters in the school *totally has nothing to do with some nasty students* that cost us madols/thaumarks.

So oh-so-kind and benevolent Headmage, could you please give us our allowance? I know you are incredibly generous and I promise I will continue to actively work hard on my schoolwork AND meet your high expectations. I will deal with all the crazy shenanigans that the NRC students are up to. I will deal with EVERYTHING even the constant overblots you claim are rare.

From,

Your tired and desperate Ramshackle Prefect/Supervisor: A Shrimp!Yuu

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

The mail ghost had dropped off a letter for you in the morning. Pitch black, with a glossy sheen, reminiscent of a raven's feathers. You broke the golden wax seal bearing Night Raven College's emblem and opened the envelope.

Your heart leaps and seizes in your throat.

It’s correspondence from Crowley.

Dear Prefect,

I hope you are doing well down in Ramshackle. The other day I happened to pass your lodgings while on an errand rushing to aid in an emergency in the Alchemy Labs. My, hasn’t the building been spiffied up! The dorm that was once destitute and in disarray is no more. I hardly even recognize Ramshackle without all the leaks, creaks, dust bunnies, inconsistent electricity, and busted water pipes exceedingly rustic charm.

I’ve heard that many of those that temporarily stayed at Ramshackle for the VDC training camp donated their second place earnings toward its renovation and refurbishment. Isn’t it wonderful what the power of friendship can do for oneself? When you so generously give to others, they will give back a hundred-fold.

I have, of course, taken this important work you do for our Night Raven College into account when calculating your monthly allowance. However, let it also be known that I have also taken note of your new living situation—which is significantly different from what was originally provided for you and Grim-kun. These new accommodations take quite a bit of upkeep. Working water, electricity, wi-fi… those amenities do not pay for themselves!! Therefore, I will have to deduct a portion of funds and redirect those to pay for the newly renovated Ramshackle dorm.

As requested, enclosed is your allotted allowance—meant for your school supplies, living expenses, and other necessities. Do not spend it all in one place, and please do keep doing your urmost to meet my expectations!!

Sincerely,

Dire Crowley

Headmaster of Night Raven College

You closed the note and peered into the envelope it had arrived in. It didn’t feel very thick with cash, but perhaps there were some substantial notes tucked onside. So, inverting the envelope, you shook vigorously.

Out drifted a few thousand thaumarks and a flashy coupon. “500 thaumarks off one item of your choice!” shouts the bombastic text upon it. You recognize Sam’s funky scrawling letters, the colors of the Mystery Shop.

The money and the slip of paper drifted to the floor at your feet. You stared blankly at the pathetic trove. Thinking that you must be mistaken, you checked the envelope again—but alas, there is nothing more left to reap.

Trembling, you squatted down and hurriedly collected your bounty. As little as it is, it was still something.

The reassurance did little to quell your undulating emotions.

You crushed the meager amount of thaumarks—and your 500 thaumarks-off coupon—in your hand. Taking a deep breath, you unleashed all of your pent-up frustration in a single roar, shaking your fists at the skies.

“Curse you, C-r-o-w-l-e-y…!!”

Your voice carried across NRC and up to the headmaster’s office, where he happily scribbled away at a contract. Beside him was a platter piled high with sweet treats and baked goods.

(“Certainly NOT purchased with money pilfered from school funds!! Why, that’s embezzlement, which is a grave crime,” he would scoff if you asked him about it. “I work hard to earn my keep; I deserve to spend my wage as I like, fufu.”)

“Ah, I see that my charitable gift has finally reached its recipient!” Crowley hummed. “Good, good. May the Prefect put their money to use, just as I have.”

With that, he sunk his teeth into a tea cake and drifted off on a cloud of sugar and butter.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Dire Crowley #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #Reader #self insert #Two Ravens at the Writing Desk #book 6 spoilers #book 5 spoilers

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hi! Im not quite sure if your requests are open at the moment, but I was wondering if you could possibly write a Poly! Marauders x reader? Maybe where the reader talks a lot and is ignored by parents and friends of is yelled at often for small nervous habits they do unconsciously? You don't have to ofc!

Love ur work!!

hi guys! i've been inactive for a while, trying to focus on schoolwork and things, but now i have some time so i thought i would write something! i'm sorry if i didn't respond to any requests, ill try to get those done asap. thanks so much! love u guys<3

to anon: ofc! hope i did this one right:) i kind of did it more hurt/comfort cause you guys know i love my comfort trope<3 also if you didn't want it like this, don't hesitate to send me another req if this was too over the top with the hurt, or you didn't like the tropes:)

warnings: implied and referenced abuse, mention of sirius's past trauma & abuse, feeling not good enough, insecurity, shy!reader, introverted!reader, bruises, hurt/comfort, crying

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"(y/n!)" you snapped out of your daydream, blinking your eyes lazily as your focus adjusted to your surroundings. "ignoring us is not okay, (y/n). you need to tell us why you are behind in your classes. you're not doing good enough. we need you to stop getting distracted and focus on your work." your dad scolded you.

"argus, don't you think you're being a bit too rough on her?" your mother said quietly. "i'm sure she's doing her-"

"eleanor, don't interrupt me," your dad said quietly. that shut your mother up, and she said nothing else. you felt for her in that moment, being trapped in a relationship where she couldn't say anything, couldn't voice her own opinions because they would get shut down every single time.

it scared you to think of ever being in a marriage like theirs. because of your parents, you had trust issues, and you didn't think you could let anyone into your heart because of how your parents ended up.

they were high school sweethearts, fell in love at the young age of 16. as a kid, you would look through old boxes in cupboards, filled with old pictures of your mother and father at your age. it was crazy to think that they too fell in love, just like you.

but how their love ended up petrified you. how they thought their love would never end but it did, when you were born. you'd never seen your parents happy, let alone happy together.

playing with your fingers to try and distract yourself from the conversation you were having, you thought of your own relationship with your boyfriends. it was the complete opposite of your parents. they were comforting, respectful, caring and they always loved you no matter what.

your thoughts were interrupted by your father's voice. "for god's sake, stop fidgeting like that!" he yelled, and grabbed your wrists tightly, making you flinch. you could already feel the bruises forming.

"i'm sorry. i'll work harder," you murmured, eyes focused on the floor. you couldn't meet their eyes. you knew you were a disappointment to them. it just hurt too much to even look at them.

THE NEXT DAY

hogwarts was made for gifted witches and wizards. although you were relatively smart, you had to work really hard to get good grades, as opposed to some of your friends who barely studied and still managed to get exceptional grades. it infuriated you.

you had managed to convince two of your friends to help you study, as they were really good at astronomy.

at the library, you were excitedly telling your friends about a new book you were reading. you continued, a huge smile on your face, saying, "and so then, the she finally gets together with him, and it's just so dreamy and i-"

"oh my god, (y/n)! are you done?" your friend snapped at you. she looked extremely annoyed at you, and once you glanced at the clock you saw that you'd only been speaking for a few minutes. you didn't get why she had to be so annoyed with you. you didn't do anything wrong, did you?

your smile dissolved, and you quietly said, "yeah."

your friend then proceeded to tell you guys about her new relationship with cedric, who you didn't care about in the least. "i'm just gonna go up to the dormitories," you said quietly, excusing yourself. your friends didn't even notice your departure.

what kind of friends were they? they hurt your feelings, always making you feel worthless, just like your parents. your boyfriends had told you they were both wastes of time but you had ignored them.

'where are they, anyways?' you thought to yourself as you looked around for your boyfriends. you needed them right now. tears pooled behind your lash line as you thought about what had happened.

you felt almost guilty for wanting to see your boyfriends. you didn't want them to pity you, and so you went up to your dormitory, which was completely empty at this early hour. falling face flat onto your bed, you finally let your tears fall.

a few minutes later, you heard a knock at the door, then a soft, "baby? are you in there?" it sounded like james, and you sobbed quietly at his voice, at the comfort it brought you even without seeing him.

"c'mon, let us in," remus said through the door.

"please?" sirius chimed in. "if you don't, we'll feed you to the rats."

"pads!" james whisper-screamed. "why would you say that?"

you smiled. they could easily cheer you up, even just their voices.

you grabbed your wand off the bedside and undid the lock on the door. your boyfriends came bursting in, not expecting the sudden movement, and they caught sight of you on your bed.

"oh, sweetheart," rem said softly.

making his way over to you, he pulled you into his lap and your legs encircled his waist. you let your head fall into his chest and his hand came up to smooth your hair. "shhh," he cooed into your ear. "it's okay."

jamie was already on the other side of you, thumb stroking your palm, already warming you up. you winced slightly as his thumb pressed on your bruise from yesterday.

siri sat on the bed opposite you, and his eyes darkened protectively when he saw the bruises lining your wrists. "pup, what's this?"

for a second you were confused, then you realised what he was talking about. your eyes grew wide as you said, "it's nothing, siri, I promise." you knew about his past, you didn't want to bring it up and have him do something he would regret.

"no, sweetheart," sirius put a finger under your chin, tilting your head so your eyes could meet his. "who did this to you?"

your eyes filled with tears and the anger on his face softened, but he was still inquisitive. "dad," you mumbled under your breath. "but it wasn't his fault, i was being a brat, and-" your tears came back full force, and you whispered, "and i'm not good enough for them." you laughed wetly, then continued. "my friends ignore me. they probably think I'm stupid and useless. i don't deserve to be here. it's all my fault for being friends with them. it's my fault for not working hard enough for my parents."

the boys exchanged a look over your head. their princess, believing she wasn't good enough? well, they couldn't have that.

sirius lifted his hand from your chin to cup your cheek. you leaned against the warmth radiating from his palm, tears still silently flowing down your face. "it's not your fault," he murmured. "it's never your fault. please remember that, baby."

"you deserve everything and more," james said softly.

remus hugged you tightly against his chest. "don't let anyone ever tell you different, princess."

you cried into remus's sweater, letting out everything you'd felt the past few days. they let you cry, knowing it'd be useless to try and get you to stop. you needed a good cry.

"i'm so-"

"don't you dare apologise." sirius's eyes grew serious. "otherwise we're truly feeding you to the rats."

you giggled, hand coming up to wipe your tears but james did it for you himself. they really treated you like their princess.

"i love you guys," you mumbled, sniffling quietly.

their faces softened. "love you too, bug."

#marauders poly #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #marauders era #fluff #angsty #angst with a happy ending #tw abuse #tw abuse mention #bruises #harry potter fandom #marauders x you

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