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rosesbxrry · 2 years

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The Laundromat

Pairing: Stranger! Heeseung X Stranger Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), college AU, neighbours!

Warnings: unprotected sex (pulling out), Heeseung being a pervert, male masturbation, fingering, panty stealing thing, voyeurism (as in publix sex in the laundromat), reader being a pervert as well, handjobs, lots of cursing, dirty talking, and a bunch of unwash laundry. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else

Summary: Heeseung had just moved into his own place after abondoning his roommate. With a laundromat and you, his hot neighbour in the new building, eveything seemed perfectly good until he open the dryer machine, only to see a baby pink panty.

The problem? It has your name on it.

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Word count: 3, 220 words

Lee Heeseung described himself as an ordinary college student who was just getting by.

He went through the same shit as any graduated high school student does; move out of your parent’s house and get a taste of what the adult world feels like. To say he struggled was an understatement really, because he did move out together with his best mate Beomgyu, whom he made a pact with since high school— sharing a flat together once they’ve escaped from the clutches of their parents.

The freedom tasted sweet, if only Beomgyu didn’t ruined it by having sex with a random chick every night.

Heeseung was no prude— as a young healthy man in their early 20’s, he had he’s shares of hook ups and sexual fantasy evident by the amount of porno magazines and DVDs under his bed.

At first, he was kinda turned on by the voyeuristic aspect of hearing your roommate having sex. With the walls being extremely thin, he could hear every moan and wet sounds that it got him jerking on his white bed, pajama pants down to his knees with a hand on his hard leaking cock. But when he starts to hear it every fucking night, Heeseung wished he didn’t have a dick to get hard.

It didn’t help that sometimes it sounded like it came out of a bad porno. He had to wear noise cancelling headphones just to burn the midnight oil to finish an assignment at two in the morning.

The last draw was when he went to the kitchen one night, oblivious to the fact that Beomgyu was doing the devil’s tango on top of the island bar seat (He was wearing headphones on so he didn’t realize in the beginning). Heeseung crashed at Jake’s place for the moment because ain’t no way he was eating cereal there anymore after witnessing that.

It took him a few weeks just to find a good place when he scored a good deal on a studio apartment not far from his campus.

The monthly rent was reasonable, he didn’t have to share with any roommates and he had exclusive access to all the facilities in the building, including the laundromat at the ground floor beside the gym.

It felt like a reward after all the sufferings he went through.

But this was all just the beginning. You see, there was one tenant in the building that got his attention.

The first day he used the laundromat, it was late in the afternoon. He was minding his own business, learning on how to operate the machines when you waltz in, clad in freshly used workout clothes that were sticking tight to your figure.

Heeseung can’t help but stare at you in the corner of his eyes, your ass peeking out from the leggings you wore, back facing away from him as you used the coin exchanger to get some change. Even with the loud music from his air pods and the blinking lights from the washing machine, he can’t take his eyes off you.

Heeseung hasn’t been indulging himself sexually, which he blames it on Beomgyu and his studies for repressing the need for it, but you were literally the hottest thing he’d ever lay eyes on.

He contemplated introducing himself but he backed off every time due to his cowardly nature, and the fact that he can’t stop the bulge forming whenever you were in the laundromat with him. He was your neighbor in a way after all. It wasn’t like he wanted to get in your pants right? Wrong. He very much wanted to dive straight into them.

It didn’t help that you were always wearing workout clothes drenched in your sweat.

It’s been like this for the past few weeks— he would secretly look at you, run away in embarrassment after finishing his laundry and touch himself with the thought of you, whether it was in the shower or on his bed.

It was so fucking wrong for him to that, but you look so fucking hot wearing that shirt without a bra on, perky nipples visible under the fabric. He was glad that it was one in the morning with no one else doing the laundry except for you and him, enabling him to be the only one who got to witness it.

Heeseung was a routine man. He likes to do his laundry precisely at a spot that no one else would use. He uses the one at the far corner on the left, the lowest row possible that he had to squad down in order to reach it. When he opened the lid without much thought, he closed it back hastily in shock.

No, this can’t be true.

He slowly opened it back, and low and behold, a baby pink panty was just sitting there.

Heeseung stayed in his position while staring at the article of clothing, confusion plastered on his face. He was sure that no one else would use this spot, but he was naive to think that, clearly. Don’t panic, Heeseung. Just move it to the next machine and act as if nothing happened. The male made up his mind, pinching as little fabric as possible from the undergarment before pulling it out of the machine.

He was gonna toss it in the other machine when he noticed a label on the inner seam of the waist. It was labelled with a name on it, specifically yours.

L/N Y/N written clearly.

Heeseung stood there in bewilderment. Fuck, what was he suppose to do now? He could be a good normal person and leave it in the machine and just use another one. You were bound to notice it was missing and come looking for it next time. But the perverted side of him, the one that has been aching for you, wanted to keep it to himself.

And he did. He tossed it in his basket and brought it home.

The things that he did to that article of clothing was unimaginable.

He smelled it first, and it was definitely washed, the faint smell of floral and detergent was evident as he pushed the fabric closer to his noise. The little void inside of him wished that it was a used one, hoping to catch a whiff of your arousal in any way possible.

God, to be able to smell the juices of your pussy, he would do anything to do that.

Heeseung was laying on his bed, pushing his pants and boxers down, pumping his hardened dick with one hand while the other was grabbing your panty, smoldering it on his face.

“Fuck.” he let out a desperate moan, thinking about the curves on your body, and the sweat that was dripping down your neck after you work out. Your scent sends shivers down to his cock, tiny precum trickling down his length before Heeseung gathers it, spreading it across until the tip of the head.

“Your so fucking hot, Y/N. I wanna fuck you.”

Heeseung moaned in pleasure, hips bucking on his hand, imagining that it was yours that was jerking him off, delicate and soft hands with blue nail polish pumping his cock. He swipe the tender head with his thumb, sending shockwaves of pleasure as he hump the air with his back arched, the familiar knot in his stomach burning for more.

“More, please.” His whines filled the room, moving your panty to his shaft and rubbing the cotton fabric of your underwear with every thrust of his hips. His stomach rises and falls, feeling the delicious friction of the panty against his pulsating cock.

“Please, please.” He whimpered. “Y/N, please fuck me.” His desperate request to you was lost in the empty room as he neared his high.

He closed his eyes, imagining that you were on top of him, your wet pussy filled with his big cock as you ride him, hands on his thighs, fucking yourself dumb until you cried his name out. He would have the beautiful view of your tits bouncing with every movement, his hand gripping on your hips to speed up the pace.

Heeseung groaned in agony, biting on his lips as he was close to orgasming. He imagines sucking on your nipples, eating your folds and pounding into you with your head down and ass up, feeling your panty giving him the most beautiful pleasure before he cums, soiling the cotton fabric with his hot seeds.

Strings of moan echoed the room as he pump his cock continuously, feeling ropes of hot semen smearing the fabric of your panty. His breathing was labored, mouth open to savor the last of his delightful high before feeling the evident flush on his skin due to cold sweats.

Heeseung used your panty until your scent was no longer there.

He watches the baby pink panty among his clothes, the bulk of clothing spinning around the machine as he washes his shame away. With his head down, he began to wonder what was wrong with him. He was definitely classified not only as a pervert but also a panty stealer.

He folded your panty and placed it ontop of his side table. There was no way in hell he would return it back to you with the amount of dirty things he did to it.

Heeseung usually does his laundry every Monday, dead in the morning when no one was there. His schedule switches from time to time where he does the laundry at odd times due to restricted time.

It was three in the morning when he decided to do his forgotten laundry, hoping to end his lazy ass for procrastinating on doing his chores.

With his air pods and a basket full of dirty clothes to wash, he stops in tracks when he spots you at the glass window of the laundromat. He backed away to hide himself in case you saw him, peeking at the corner to see what you were doing at this late hour.

You were squatted down in front of the dryer, the one he specifically always uses. Heeseung felt his heart beating fast and throat getting dry, thinking you were there searching for your missing panty. But when you place your bra inside the machine, leaving through the back door of the laundromat, he blinks his eyes in surprise.

To say he was shocked was an understatement.

Did you leave it there on purpose for him to find?

So many questions bombarded his head. He slowly went inside after he was sure you had left, making his way to the machine. He opened it to see the red bra staring back at him, and pulled it away to make sure your name was there. It was.

He decided to grab an empty paper and pen from his place to write a message, telling you to meet him at exactly the same time dead in the morning. He left a message inside the dryer but took the bra with him.

Heeseung was sure you and him were the only ones using that specific machine because when he saw you in the elevator one day as he squeezed through the amount of people, the stare you gave him allowed him to be confident that you saw the message loud and clear.

He was shitting in his pants waiting for you in the laundromat.

He doesn’t know what to say— should he confront you about leaving your undergarments on purpose for him to find? Or should he apologize for taking it in the first place? So many worries cross through his mind when he hears the door opened, turning his head to see you walking towards him shyly.

You wore a blue cardigan with white flowy skirt, in contrast to your usual workout clothes.

The both of you stood there awkwardly, facing each other but with your gaze averted from one another. The tension was tense as neither of you found the courage to speak first, but when Heeseung took the chance to open his mouth to say something, you pushed him to sit on the empty bench; totally taking him off guard.

When you capture his lips with yours, you taste as sweet as he imagines. He tightens the grip on your hips, letting you lean down further with your hands on his cheeks to deepen the kiss— he lets your tongue explore the cavern of his mouth. Your scent invades his senses, the same one that sticks to your bra and panty (yes, he smelled the bra you left him too)

It was at this moment that Heeseung realized that his fantasy was coming true.

A soft moan left your mouth, sending all the blood rushing to his shaft. He was becoming dizzier the more you moved your lips, saliva coating at the edges of each other’s mouth. When you let go of his mouth, tugging at the hairs on the back of his neck, you said something that had him exploding.

“I wanted to kiss you so bad.” Your breath was hot against his cheeks as he saw the lust swimming in your eyes, causing him to swallow down.

“Really?” His voice cracked a bit, not believing the words coming out of your mouth. You now grip on his shoulder, resting your forehead against his as you nod your head.

“Of course. I wouldn’t leave my underwear for you if I didn't want to.” Heeseung flushed when he heard you say that; so you did purposely leave it for him to find. He brings your waist closer to him, standing in front of him with your lips close to his.

“I want you so bad.” He whispered, the lust evident in his voice.

You grab onto one of his hands that was resting on your waist, leading it under your skirt. Heeseung let out a gasp when he felt his fingers touching your wet folds, feeling the dampness between your legs. You were not wearing any panties. Fuck.

The dent on his jeans grew bigger when he rubbed your soaked folds, earning whiny mewls from you as his lanky fingers probed your pulsating hole. You lurch forward when he pushes a finger inside, letting out a high pitch moan when he slowly rubs the inside of your walls. When he moves to enter another finger, scissoring your hole with back and forth motion, you are holding him by the shoulder to regain some balance, feeling your knees buckled at the pleasure that washes over you.

“You like that?” He taunts, liking the way your face contracts with pleasure with each movement of his finger.

“Hmm…love your fingers fucking me.” You move your hips to reciprocate his fingers that were moving in and out of your hole, your juices leaking down your inner thighs. You move down to palm his dent, earning a groan from Heeseung’s pouty lips.

“Want to feel your cock in me.” you unzip his jeans, searching for a way to free his hardened shaft from the confinements. With skillful hands, you pump his dick out of the hole of his boxers, he’s precum coating the palm of your hand as you move to jerk him.

Heeseung hissed at the warm contact but he let out a chuckle, watching you desperately rut your hips against his fingers for more friction. “Your pussy is drenched, you know that yeah? Are you ready for my cock baby?”

You let a string of incoherent words of affirmation, lost in the way his fingers were moving inside of you that tears were starting to form at the corner of your eyes. You move to straddle his waist, holding onto his dick as you slowly push him inside. He aids you by holding on your waist with both hands, watching you choke as he stretches you out.

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” His eyes rolled at the back of his head, feeling you engulfing his cock with your wet and hot walls.

“Hee you're so big, you're stretching me out.” You moan, pushing down yourself as close to his hips as possible, needing to feel him fill you up.

His heart stirs when you breathe out his name. You knew his name.

When you feel yourself adjusting to his size, you start bouncing on his cock, holding onto his neck as you feel him thrust into you as well. The wet sound of skin slapping and the moans filled up the vacant laundromat, echoing in the dead of morning when every tenant was still sleeping.

The both of you were glad that the CCTV inside was broken, making you feel less shameful at how loud your moans were as Heeseung continued to pound into you mercilessly. You burrowed your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his hands wander under your cardigan, hearing him letting out a curse when he pinch your bare nipples.

“Fuck, no bra too?” He growled close to your ear, causing you to yelp when you felt him dick twitch inside. He played with your breasts, thrusting roughly into you to the point where your legs felt like jelly.

“Are you that desperate for me to fuck you huh? Baby wants my cock so much that she puts on a show just for me?” Your fingernails scratch at the skin of his neck, unable to move your hips at the amount of pleasure overwhelming your senses. But Heeseung didn’t mind doing all the work, rapidly ramming into you until you felt the familiar knot in your stomach.

“I’m close.” You sobbed into his neck, feeling him hitting your g-spot over and over again, not letting you rest in between thrusts. His finger snakes into the front, thumb latching on your tender clit, causing you to go haywire at the feeling.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” He coaxed, your pussy clutching onto him tightly and sending him over the edge at the stimulation. All he could think of is his clumsy thrust and your wet pussy sucking him in, feeling dizzy at the amount of pleasure that was about to unfold.

He lets you cum first, the loud whine that emitted from your mouth sends shivers down his spine as he rides you out of your high. When he reaches his own high, Heeseung pulls out in time for the ropes of his semen to drip down his jeans, dampening the area together with your juices.

Heaving breathing filled the silence, and the sound of the flickering fluorescent lamp from time to time. You lay snug on his chest, feeling the aftermath of the orgasm relaxing your muscles. Heeseung pushes his bangs with one hand that was sticking to his forehead, adjusting his legs to give you more space to sit on his lap.

“I guess we’re beyond introduction at this point huh?”

You laugh, the embarrassment evident in your tone. He laughed as well, his chest moving up and down at the thought that you had wanted him the way he wanted you. But the real question was— Heeseung moved to look at you, eyes staring back at you with a cheeky smirk.

“Do you still want your bra and panty or can I keep it?”

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misomiho · 8 months

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𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙪𝙡

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Genre: Sfw, Fluff

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Fem!Reader

A/N: Reader is from Kyoto! Contains two cringey teenagers experiencing love

✩Synopsis: During the annual Kyoto Sister- School Goodwill Event, you were captivated by someone. Now Nobara's mission is to spark Megumi's interest with you, will it fail or not?

"You're here to kill Itadori Yuuji aren't you?"

You didn't had any time to react when his weapon lounge on you straight to your neck, you gasped and your breath hitched but with great precision and calculated movements, you dodged it. Barely.

'That was close. I could've sworn I saw my life flashed before me.'

You glared at him, narrowing your eyes as if you're looking down on him even if you're pretty intimidated already. The boy infront of you is the inheritor of the ten shadows technique from the zen'in clan, you had an eye for him from the very start of the event. He held a relaxed face while composed within a calm demeanor yet you knew there's confidence radiating from him that screams 'Im strong'.

You had no doubt it is true.

You jumped towards a tree and summoned your weapon. Pointing the blade at him in threat that if movements were seen, you will throw it at him without warning.

Curse technique: Conjure, being able to create weapons out of thin air stuffed with curse energy, normal weapons works alike however having the advantage of being able to get it appear and disappear in thin air out of your own will is way better, it's enough advantage to throw off your enemy. Mere seconds ahead can guarantee a victory.

Megumi knew you're a tough opponent too.

"Listen, I'm not here to kill Itadori Yuuji" your head hung low and you lowered your weapon. You glanced at the boy infront of you and distrust was shown in his face.

"I don't trust any of you Kyoto students"

You're not gonna try and reprehend him. Everyone from Kyoto is clearly trying to execute some poor boy.

"Say what you want but I'm only here to fight, to prove myself I have what it takes to be a sorcerer not someone who follows an order like a-

"Sleep"

'Cursed speech?! I completely forgot Kamo's advice wait-'

Your body contradicted your mind while your movements were restricted, it suddenly feels like being paralyzed. Your eyes rolled back in to your head and without a second you were put in to deep slumber.

"Ohh so that's what happened?!" someone's curious gazed stared at you. Recalling everything that happened made your head ache but the girl infront of you with her palms supporting her face and elbows placed at your sheets expecting some kind of backstory made you think harder.

Nobara Kugisaki. The brunette girl was already in your room when you woke up, waiting patiently to return your weapon when you completely forgot to return it back the second you were paralyzed. Megumi asked her to do so.

She explained everything that happened when you were fast asleep, it seems that the black haired boy back then took care of you before the veil was placed.

You were embarrassed, sure, but you were grateful, you could've got more injuries if he completely abondoned you there. There were curses roaming around with the intention of hurting you after all.

You couldn't help but pull the blanket up to your head and squirm under as if Nobara isn't there to witness it. She covered her mouth and gasped in realization while a snap of her fingers was heard.

"Oho you like him don't you? you have great taste actually, Megumi likes people who has-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, you pulled down the blanket and blinked several times, eyes gleamed in anticipation.

"M-megumi?! is that his name?" you were more excited now, your heart thumped from merely hearing his name.

Nobara blinked her eyes the same way and squealed, she was more intrigued than you, here she is witnessing forbidden love before her very eyes. Not completely forbidden but the tension between two schools were enough. Both hated each other's guts.

Not anymore tho.

Megumi Fushiguro is your crush.

You and Nobara just met yet everyone who intends to walk into the room will assume you're two giggling sisters discussing about guys like the usual teenage girls you are.

"Okay girl, I got you!" She crossed her arms and lifted her chin, "From this day on I have a special mission called, Getting Megumi to Talk to You Mission"

You clenched your fist and held them up to cheer Nobara on, it seems like a reasonable first mission for you. You just needed to thank him then the next mission would be to invite him for lunch.

"Yeah!"

It seems easy, right?

"Not interested"

Megumi nonchalantly walked away as if the girl behind him didn't beg in her knees, "But Megumi..! she's literally your type!" Nobara's plea were unheard when Megumi walked further and further away.

Nobara sniffled, she was so sure your wishes were in her command but yet again you're gonna be disappointed. She wasn't gonna back down no matter what. You're her friend now after all.

"You sea urchin...I'm not done yet!" she childishly stomped her foot as she slowly followed the blackette.

The uninterested boy groaned, agreeing to being forced in to a blind date will happen if hell freezes over. He hates being forced into things he doesn't like and Nobara urging him to meet a nobody doesn't make it better.

Getting away from the persistent girl was already hard but with an injury straight to his abdomen from the fight makes it harder. He was limping around the hallway and the pain was unbearable.

"Gojo-Sensei couldn't have waited for me to reco-"

His frustrated banter was cut off when a sudden pain surged through his stomach like being stamped on by burning hot iron. He wobbled and nearly stumbled when an arm caught him, much to his surprise.

"A-are you okay..?!" a voiced called out to him full of worry. It was you who caught him. Your sensei Utahime was calling out for you to talk about your injuries during the event and fortunately for him, Megumi would've face planted towards the floor if you weren't there.

The boy didn't care who it was right infront of him, the pain was getting into him and leaning towards them to hold himself steady was the least of his worries. He didn't care how inappropriate it was, explaining comes later.

You were even more surprised when this boy's body was pressed in to you, your hand didn't know where to place themselves and just decided to hold his back to keep him and yourself balanced. He was larger than you and you considered wether it would make him comfortable or not.

You were secretly thanking the heavens and your sensei while Megumi were secretly cursing his. Unbeknownst to your teachers that they were one of the prime reason for this interaction.

You were snap out of it when Megumi infront of you was breathing heavily, you took notice that he's warmer than usual. You mentally slapped yourself for your 'borderline taking advantage of this situation self' when the boy infront of you is clearly vulnerable.

"I'm sorry, I just-I needed something to lean on and you were right infront of me"

His voice was as clear and his breathing sent shivered to your spine. He's mouth is right beside you ear. You can hear his breathing and the warm air radiating off him. His chin was pressed into your shoulders and his right hand were dangling onto your other shoulder.

If other people approaches the both of you, they would assume you're two lovers having an intimate moment.

"No no, it's okay, at least I was helping, this is also kind of my payback for your kindness back when the cursed speech user made me fell asleep"

Yeah, this couldn't be more worse for him.

Judging from your form, hair and voice, you were the conjure user from that day. He was even more embarrassed, he would've preferred if it was Todo standing right infront of him but no, out of all people, it was you.

He's hiding the fact that he was a bit interested in you. The way you carried yourself elegantly but with pride was enough to keep him up for days. Pity that he wasn't the one to return your weapon because of his injury.

Nobara watched the scene before her with teary eyes even if her role in this story was not important at least she played a major role in the situation before her. Unfortunately for her she had to fled the scene immediately, that was enough for her and she wanted you two to have your private talk. She wanted that forbidden love trope badly.

"Do you want me to..help you go to your room or infirmary?" you asked softly, tapping his shoulders gently to get his attention.

"No"

You were surprised. Megumi was surprised. He did not expect that to come out of his mouth, he didn't mean that in any bad way.

He wanted to stay in your arms longer, your body warmth was comforting somehow but most of all there isn't any other situations where this would happen again.

"Um, I mean I'm in a bad shape right now, I want the pain to be a bit more bearable before moving.." his attempt to make an excuse was the worst, he didn't know wether you'd believe that-

"Sure!"

Wait what.

Well at least his intentions wouldn't be questioned. While he was having his own crisis, you were giddy to hold him for a longer time. The strain in your legs were hurting but his embrace was enough to ignore it completely.

While the others were celebrating the loss and victory of the baseball game. You were busy tilting your head around the Tokyo students to see if a familiar spiky head was somewhere to be seen.

"You looking for Fushiguro? he's behind that building, probably washing his face..."

A familiar looking figure with pink hair whispered to you out of nowhere "H..how did you know I was looking for him..?" you whispered back as if both of you are exchanging valuable information.

"It was written all over your face, like 'where's my lover Fushiguro'"

"Lovers...no! if that's what you're thinking, it's nothing like that!"

"And here I thought you two were dating..I saw you guys standing in the hallway hugging each other"

You gasped as you covered your mouth in shock, now here you thought the others were outside that time. Feeling like you got caught scheming war crimes, you dashed out and located what the boy told you.

"Wait-

You couldn't stand there anymore and hide the panicked face you had, you felt like smacking your face to think straight and forget that unforgettable moment you two had.

'They knew?! what if the Kyoto Students found out? honestly I don't care anymore, if Mai made fun of me for liking her nephew or something or that damn Todo, so be it'

Sweat rolled downwards your neck as you huffed out breathless. You need to hurry up and find that boy, the Kyoto school are departing sooner or later and you won't know when you're gonna have such opportunity again.

You were running like a female lead in a shoujo manga, looking for her male lead who's gonna separate from her when the actual bullet train ride from Kyoto to Tokyo were just 3 hours minimum.

But that doesn't change anything, you don't even know if he's interested. You heard from Nobara about what happened when she was about to introduce you. You were happy your name wasn't mentioned before Megumi said he isn't interested but then again that doesn't change anything-

"Where are you running from?"

"Eek-"

Your steps abruptly stopped when his voice called out to you. Take your chance!

"Megumi!"

"(Y/N)"

'Oh'

You two blinked, one chuckled and the other glanced to his side while a tint of pink spreads out of his cheeks.

"I was about to say something..!"

"Me too.."

"Let's do it together then?"

"Is that even a good idea?"

"Just do it! 3..2..1"

"Do you want to go out sometime?"

"Let's go out sometime"

Nobara's mission was far more successful than you thought.

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funnyexel · 2 months

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delusional water king

“They’ll see you as my goddess.” Shaking your head, you back away from the man.

“I’m not a goddess. I’m an experiment.” You show him the number on your lower back, accompanied by scars along the skin you displayed to him. Staring at your figure, he noticed the scars were pink in your dark skin, most likely scabbed up and picked away by the strong currents. Shoving your shirt down, you cross your arms over your stomach, looking down and away from him.

“I am grateful that you saved me, I am but...I don’t want to destroy the beautiful city you helped build.” His eyes bore into you, even as you’re not looking, the chance of intimidation being too great.

“I can’t control it, Namor.” The way his name moved off your tongue and into the air made him tispy, it echoed in the cave, bouncing off the walls.

“You saw what I did. I killed so many people.” Glossy eyes stared up at the feathered serpent god. He squinted at you with a smirk playing at his lips, was he finally seeing the real, troubled you? Turning to the hole in the ground that leads to the endless body of water, you fully intend on leaving.

“I’m sorry, if this is disrespectful to you. Please understand that everywhere I go destruction tends to follow.”

“Go ahead.” He responds after listening to you, biting your lip and moving a hair from your face, you sigh.

“I will disregard the disrespect. Only because it is coming from you, in reina.” Giving him a shy smile, you nod not quite understanding the last bits of what he said.

Standing off the edge where rock meets water, you step onto the liquid, turning to him and giving him a small wave. Submerging into the water, a small bubble tracing around your body that keeps air flowing while the water propels you through the small tunnels and out of Talokan. The feeling of guilt tugs at you for leaving your savior but the guilt of killing hundreds of people where you were held captive ate you alive. Reaching the surface, the bubble of air slowly deteriorates as you walk up to the sandy shore. Moments to dawn, you catch your breath as you walk away from the beach, taking one hesitant look back before disappearing into the dense forest. You needed time. Time to figure out your powers, time to find yourself and forgive yourself. It didn’t take long for you to forgive yourself for the unfortunate events at the hell hole, in the matter of days you thought and realized that losing your temper had to have been the best case scenario.

You spent time in an abondoned hut alongside the oceanside. It was peaceful, the waves were a natural lullaby and helped with the unease of sleeping. Being self-efficent gave you the chance to fool around with your powers, learn what you can do without causing a catastrophe. Sitting elevated above the waves, you meditated and wondered if he would try to find you.

“In reina.” You whispered opening your eyes, looking across the blue mirrors that connected with each wave, you could’ve sworn you heard someone say it before you.

Refraining from saying ‘hello’ or any of the sort. You’d rather not know if someone is here with you. Moving closer to the edge of the small cliff, you sway your hand in a circular motion, the waters pushing itself into a dance. Watching closely as the water formed a small cone shaped tornado that sunk to the bottom of the shallow floor. In this it showed, the particles of sand and small plants being swept into the current. Putting your hand in your lap, the mini tornado, slowed to a stop and transitioned back to the usual current of the ocean. Looking around your surroundings once more, you get up, dusting yourself off and go back to your hut.

If you could say something different to Namor, what would you say? Ask him what ‘in reina’ means or what he meant by ‘my goddess’. You were so shocked by what you’ve done prior that it didn’t register how handsome the man was, his tan skin, fit physique, raven hair and darkness that hides in his brown irises. A clear portrait of the man was painted onto the walls of your mind, and you were repeatedly looking at the painting, thinking of him after days of being alone. Laying down, you get comfortable on the floor bound cot, closing your eyes, your body relaxes on the soft surface.

“Y/n, in reina.” The voice deep, meaningful and close. Opening your eyes, your rest felt like it only lasted a split second. Looking around, you were surrounded by turquoise looming lights. The scenery definitely unfamiliar. Standing to your feet,

“Nib óolal, waal mía,” you turn to the sound of feet shuffling behind you and catch a glimpse of a blue skinned person leaving. Dark messy hair enters your view as you shake your head. Convinced that you’re hallucinating about this man, this dangerously attractive and hot man.

“What are you doing here?” You say in complete disbelief. A slight furrow in his brows as he gives you a small smile and honestly you could’ve dropped your panties for him right there. Wait what?

“I have changed my mind.” He reaches behind his neck, taking off one of his necklaces.

“Changed your mind?” You relay back to him in confusion, at this he smiles and nods.

“Can’t someone have a change of mind?” Your mind is fogged with confusion and its clearly displayed on your face.

“Yes, but I’m not following. I don’t understand what you're saying.” The small sounds his jewelry made as he rests them down on the nearest surface, echoes in the little pauses of silence.

“Am I not speaking english?” He asks as if you literally couldn’t understand. You realize he’s joking and chuckle.

“You are. I mean- ….What did you change your mind on?” You lose your train of thought mid sentence, his muscles suddenly having more definition now that its no longer covered by the many necklaces he wore.

His masculine stature compliments his collar bone and defined jaw thats hidden under a well kept beard. You need to get a hold of yourself, zoning out while observing his body and objectifying him when given the slightest chance. What would he do if he found out? Something bad you hope. Blinking yourself out the trance, bare chest is in your eyeshot. Looking up through your eyelashes, he’s already looking down.

“You.” Watching as his palm rests along your cheek, steadily tracing down your jaw and stopping by your chin.

All the while your breathing hitches, his thumb rubs along your lower lip. Most alarms are ringing in your head for you to stop but whats a simple kiss? Your hand slides up his waist, toned stomach and rests on his shoulder. His gaze shifting for a moment to your hand and back to you, by then you were already pushing yourself up. His lips pull you into a hypnosis of only wanting him, only wanting to kiss him, wanting to climb in his skin. His lips stray from yours to your cheek and neck in a rushed manner. His arm capturing you in an embrace to keep you from stumbling backward.

Your chest heaves excessively as you realize what you’re going to do. Failing to release you from his embrace, he guides you to a soft patch of the cave. It was odd, grassy and soft as he laid you down. The space made you wonder about the deep sea of unknown even more, if there’s possibility of healthy gardens thriving underwater, what other possibilities are there? Your hands glide over the greenery, feeling the cushiony plants and enjoying the pleasant sound it made as your hands moved through. All your senses were being satisfied, especially your eyes. The sight of him kneeling in front of you can make any women weak. He observes you and your fascination with the scene. His hands compliment your skin, when they stroke your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin. Despite your body growing hotter and hotter with each passing moment. Leaning down, he kisses up to your core. Kisses alternating from right thigh to left thigh, your hips accidentally jerk once he’s two kisses away. His gaze shifts to you once more and he smiles. His dimples peaking through.

Your excitement is getting the best of you as he pulls your pants off, his finger tips gracing your lower stomach. Lowering his head to your core, you close your eyes and he kisses you. One long slow swipe of his tongue from your hole to your clit. His tongue teasingly licking at your clit, small and kitten like. You hum a moan, your hand hovering over your lips in upmost disbelief. Sucking on your folds like a starved man, he hooks his arms under your thighs and his hands grip at your thighs. Sweat beads down your forehead, mixing with a tear of pleasure. Finally opening your eyes, he is totally indulged in your pussy. Your shiny wetness on his cheeks, his head moving from side to side to make sure nothing is left untended to. A broken gasp leaves your chest when he nips at your clit sharply. Fanning yourself, you take in deep breaths at the realization that your body is overheating. You attempt to plead his name but his tongue slips in your hole at the right moment and touches your g-spot. Making you shriek.

“namor…” You mutter, breathing heavily. Your pussy squeezing his tongue and legs clenching on his head, demanding more. Shaking your head, your moans leave your throat in a struggle.

Cumming all over his cheeks and chin, he laps up the mess and unhooks his hands from your thighs. Your eyes follow his stature as he sits up. Your chest heaving up and down, he holds you in a compelling trance.

“What are you doing,” His voice dips in a jagged tone, warning you and stopping you in your tracks. You were scooting away from him.

“take me home, please.” You trembled as he shifted close.

You cross your ankles and shield yourself from him, “we can’t, namor please, listen to me.” He shakes his head, his playful manner gone.

“I hear you, but I won’t listen.” His hands uncross your ankles, opening your legs to him once more, “I’ll fuck you until you beg to stay with me.” You gasp, his hard-on rubbing against you as he raps your legs around his waist.

The waistband of his shorts gone and your eyes dart everywhere. This is what you want, it is, but this is one of those journeys that you can’t turn back from once you’ve begun.

“Look.” He commands your body with a word, this brings a soft smile to his lips.

“I deserve you. I knew I did when I first saw you,” he moans softly when he uses his fingers to part your soaked lips.

“I waited this long, can’t you give me something I deserve, hm?” His attention was on you, his tip moving between your lips and squishing around your come. You moan as nod to the man, cursing yourself at your wordless affirmations.

a/n: don't mind the title I'm just having fun at this point...and here's the translations cause I know some of y'all lazy asf

in reina - my queen

Nib óolal, waal mía - thank you, my child

more of my writing

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The Altar

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Genre: angst, so much angst,

Word count: 650

Warnings: Cursing, break up if u don't wanna see it

A/N: I'm literally so addicted to angst wth, but also, I might write a part 2 as well so lemme know what ya'll think. Also, unedited so...

Today was the day. Your wedding day. The day you had been dreaming of since you found out what weddings were. As much as you knew that weddings technically weren’t a necessity, you wanted the whole world to know that you were marrying the love of your life. But the more you sat in your dressing room in your elegant white dress, looking up at the clock as seconds ticked by terror and dread began to sink in.

It was an hour since you were meant to be called out to walk down the aisle and you couldn’t take it anymore. You burst open the double door and ran halfway up the parted crowd of people before you noticed how everyone was looking up at you in pity.

Your breathing began to pick up and you began to feel dizzy, turning around and being met with his best man, Suguru, looking at you, face coated with pity and anger.

“I’m so, sorry Y/N” he whispered.

“Suguru what the hell is going on”

He just looked down at his feet, apologizing again In an almost inaudible tone, fists gripped around his phone so tightly they were shaking.

“SUGURU WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!” you shouted no longer caring about all your family and friends looking at you with worry.

“A mission came up in Tokyo and he said he’d be quick but-” You didn’t hear the rest of his sentence as your ears began ringing, and tears began to cloud your vision. Sobs wreaked through your body as you ran away. Ran away from Suguru, your parents, and the altar.

You ran from it all, and you never turned back.

“Y/N! Y/N PLEASE! MY LOVE WHERE ARE YOU!! PLEASE!!”

You heard your now ex-fiancé shouting at the top of his lungs, stumbling his way around the apartment frantically looking for you. His heart stopped as he looked down at you, no longer wearing your stunning wedding dress not your engagement ring which sat on the ground next to the suitcase you were frantically packing.

“Y/N STOP! SWEETHEART WHAT’S GOING ON!” he sobbed, running towards you and desperately trying to pull you away from the suitcase but you were too heartbroken and angry to be stopped.

“My love please! Don’t do this! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry!? FUCKING SORRY?! THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF AFTER FUCKING ABONDONING ME ON OUR WEDDING DAY YOU JACKASS?!” You screamed, slapping him clean across the face, but he seemed completely unfazed as he picked up your engagement ring before trying to pull you into his arms as you zipped up your suitcase.

“Y/N please, stop! Let's talk about th-”

“No! I’m done fucking talking Satoru!, You always do thi!, missing a date or anniversary I can forgive! BUT OUR FUCKING WEDDING DAY!?!? I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS ANYMORE! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS, ALWAYS BREAK MY HEART AND I FORGIVE YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND I'M TIRED! I’m so fucking tired Satoru. I can’t- I just, can’t. I’m sorry.”

“But, I love you.” He whimpered, looking at you as you stood in the doorway of your bedroom holding two suitcases and whatever you could fit in your arms. Tears were flowing down both of your eyes and hearts breaking.

“If you did, then we wouldn’t be here, and you wouldn’t have abandoned me at our wedding,” your voice croaked.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, looking into your eyes, the world falling apart around him, ground slowly cracking open to swallow him whole, his entire body shaking, his heart downright disappearing from his chest.

“I’m sorry too Satoru.” You whispered one more time before closing the door shut.

And just like that, it was over.

Gojo folded onto his knees, holding your discarded ring close to chest as he cried.

He cried, and cried and fucking SOBBED.

And then…

He broke

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