Journal To My Crush

content. 18+. soft smut. selina kyle x fem!reader. wlw.

an. eeeekkk i loveeeeeee herrrr. mommyy. haven’t written a lot of wlw but this was fun. hope you like it <3!!

selina kyle moves into the building on a friday and you meet her in the elevator on monday morning.

she’s already in it when the doors open. tanned skin, dark hair cut into a messy pixie, striking green eyes, and a coat that costs more than your rent. she looks at you the way cats look at things they find mildly interesting.

“new neighbor?” she says.

“you are,” you say. “i've been here two years.”

the corner of her mouth tilts. “selina.”

you tell her your name. the doors open on your floor and you step out and feel her eyes on you the whole way down the hall.

you think about it more than you’d like.

it becomes a thing. the elevator, the mailboxes, passing each other on the way out in the mornings. she always looks like she's just come from somewhere interesting or is about to. she remembers small things you mention in passing. she makes you laugh without seeming to try.

Neji didn’t remember how it started anymore.

Maybe it was the way his wife climbed into his lap without a word, pupils blown wide, your cheeks already flushed before he even touched you. Maybe it was the heat pulsing off your body, the way your skin stuck to his, damp with sweat before anything had even started.

Neji’s breath was heavy, his hair stuck to his pretty face, lips parted and trembling like he want to say something, but he can't. His back was pressed against the headboard, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

You were on top of him, still ride him, still moving, still burning hot and so, so wet. Neji's hands shaking, had long since fallen from your hips and now only reached weakly to touch your face. To hold onto something.

“P-please…” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Please, darling…”

Your eyes met his, glazed and wide, desperate. You were panting, soaked with sweat, your thighs quivering from how many times you’d already reached your peak, from how long you’d kept him inside you.

Neji gritted his teeth as your walls tightened around him, again, like your body refused to let go of him.

Neji cum inside you more times than he could count—his cock aching, overstimulated, twitching helplessly every time your hips ground down just right. But your body wanted more. Needed more. Like it wasn’t enough to be filled—it wanted to be bred. His essence, again and again, until there was nothing left.

“darling—wife—I… I can’t,” Neji panted, barely able to sit upright. “You’re—ngh—milking me dry…”

You whimpered softly at his words, hips trembling against his lap. Your movements weren’t rough—not anymore. They were shaky now, your rhythm faltering, needy, like your body was running on instinct and adrenaline and love all at once.

“Neji…” you choked out, voice fragile. “I-I can’t stop—feels too good—I’m sorry—I—”

Neji cupped your flushed cheeks, thumbs gently brushing away the sweat there. “It’s… alright,” he breathed, even as his legs spasmed beneath you. “You feel… incredible… just—”

Your hips rolled again—slow and deep—and he gasped, the sound broken.

“F-fuck—ah—no more—”

You kissed him. Desperately. You tasted like salt and tears and longing, and he kissed you back with every ounce of strength he had left.

You were shaking too now. Your thighs trembled on either side of his hips, and your arms braced on his shoulders as you leaned your forehead to his. Sweat dripped down your neck, between your breasts, down your back. You’d taken him for hours, and still, your body begged for more.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice cracking. "I love you, I just—Neji—”

He whimpered—Hyuga Neji, who never whimpered—and his hands gripped your hips weakly as you sank down again, taking him all the way, tight and soaked and hot. He could barely breathe.

“Wife…” His voice broke. “You’re going to… break me…”

But his hands didn’t stop you. They just trembled against your waist.

Your heat swallowed him over and over, the sounds between your bodies obscene—wet, loud, constant. His cum was leaking out of you in rivulets, dripping down his thighs, down your own, soaking the sheets beneath you. And still, your body begged for more. More warmth. More fullness. More of him.

Your breath hitched—another wave coming. Your head dropped to his shoulder, and your hips picked up again, sloppier now, erratic.

“N-Neji—!”

You cried out as you came again, hard and desperate and shaking apart in his arms. Your walls clenched violently around him, and he let out a sob, his whole body tensing as your orgasm milked him into another release—one he wasn’t ready for, one he couldn’t stop.

His cum spilled into you again, warm and endless, even as he nearly collapsed backward, arms falling limp at his sides.

His body twitched beneath you, his cock still trapped deep inside, sensitive to the point of pain—but you stayed there, unmoving, filled and full and dazed.

Your breath came in hard pants against his collarbone.

Neji’s fingers found your cheek again, slow and trembling.

“You’re burning up…” he whispered, eyelids heavy.

You couldn’t even answer. You just clung to him, forehead pressed to his neck, both of you soaked and exhausted and too full of each other to care.

“W-we need to… we should stop,” he murmured. “Please… just rest now. Let me hold you.”

Finally, you nodded, body sagging against his chest. Still joined. Still pulsing faintly around him. But you weren’t moving anymore. You’d hit your limit, too.

Neji exhaled shakily, one hand pressing to the back of your head, cradling you.

He held you there, whispering soft things, your name, his love, his awe at your hunger, your need, how beautiful you were even when driven by instinct.

Neji didn’t remember how it started anymore.

Maybe it was the way his wife climbed into his lap without a word, pupils blown wide, your cheeks already flushed before he even touched you. Maybe it was the heat pulsing off your body, the way your skin stuck to his, damp with sweat before anything had even started.

Neji’s breath was heavy, his hair stuck to his pretty face, lips parted and trembling like he want to say something, but he can't. His back was pressed against the headboard, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

You were on top of him, still ride him, still moving, still burning hot and so, so wet. Neji's hands shaking, had long since fallen from your hips and now only reached weakly to touch your face. To hold onto something.

“P-please…” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Please, darling…”

Your eyes met his, glazed and wide, desperate. You were panting, soaked with sweat, your thighs quivering from how many times you’d already reached your peak, from how long you’d kept him inside you.

Neji gritted his teeth as your walls tightened around him, again, like your body refused to let go of him.

Neji cum inside you more times than he could count—his cock aching, overstimulated, twitching helplessly every time your hips ground down just right. But your body wanted more. Needed more. Like it wasn’t enough to be filled—it wanted to be bred. His essence, again and again, until there was nothing left.

“darling—wife—I… I can’t,” Neji panted, barely able to sit upright. “You’re—ngh—milking me dry…”

You whimpered softly at his words, hips trembling against his lap. Your movements weren’t rough—not anymore. They were shaky now, your rhythm faltering, needy, like your body was running on instinct and adrenaline and love all at once.

“Neji…” you choked out, voice fragile. “I-I can’t stop—feels too good—I’m sorry—I—”

Neji cupped your flushed cheeks, thumbs gently brushing away the sweat there. “It’s… alright,” he breathed, even as his legs spasmed beneath you. “You feel… incredible… just—”

Your hips rolled again—slow and deep—and he gasped, the sound broken.

“F-fuck—ah—no more—”

You kissed him. Desperately. You tasted like salt and tears and longing, and he kissed you back with every ounce of strength he had left.

You were shaking too now. Your thighs trembled on either side of his hips, and your arms braced on his shoulders as you leaned your forehead to his. Sweat dripped down your neck, between your breasts, down your back. You’d taken him for hours, and still, your body begged for more.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice cracking. "I love you, I just—Neji—”

He whimpered—Hyuga Neji, who never whimpered—and his hands gripped your hips weakly as you sank down again, taking him all the way, tight and soaked and hot. He could barely breathe.

“Wife…” His voice broke. “You’re going to… break me…”

But his hands didn’t stop you. They just trembled against your waist.

Your heat swallowed him over and over, the sounds between your bodies obscene—wet, loud, constant. His cum was leaking out of you in rivulets, dripping down his thighs, down your own, soaking the sheets beneath you. And still, your body begged for more. More warmth. More fullness. More of him.

Your breath hitched—another wave coming. Your head dropped to his shoulder, and your hips picked up again, sloppier now, erratic.

“N-Neji—!”

You cried out as you came again, hard and desperate and shaking apart in his arms. Your walls clenched violently around him, and he let out a sob, his whole body tensing as your orgasm milked him into another release—one he wasn’t ready for, one he couldn’t stop.

His cum spilled into you again, warm and endless, even as he nearly collapsed backward, arms falling limp at his sides.

His body twitched beneath you, his cock still trapped deep inside, sensitive to the point of pain—but you stayed there, unmoving, filled and full and dazed.

Your breath came in hard pants against his collarbone.

Neji’s fingers found your cheek again, slow and trembling.

“You’re burning up…” he whispered, eyelids heavy.

You couldn’t even answer. You just clung to him, forehead pressed to his neck, both of you soaked and exhausted and too full of each other to care.

“W-we need to… we should stop,” he murmured. “Please… just rest now. Let me hold you.”

Finally, you nodded, body sagging against his chest. Still joined. Still pulsing faintly around him. But you weren’t moving anymore. You’d hit your limit, too.

Neji exhaled shakily, one hand pressing to the back of your head, cradling you.

He held you there, whispering soft things, your name, his love, his awe at your hunger, your need, how beautiful you were even when driven by instinct.

this song is sooooooo kang yo han coded. oh my god