#I am eating pancakes and drinking coffee

[ghwosty]

fear of being perceived nightmare moment!!

I had to go get bloodwork done this morning and normally I'm fine but it was a full lipid panel so I had to fast for 12 hours, so blood sugar is low and I'm hungry and tired

anyways after the blood draw, the lady asked if I was okay and I felt fine so I got up, I passed back through the lobby and still felt okay..ish. walked outside and started feeling lightheaded, leaned with my elbow against a concrete pillar and called my mom to pull around to get me as my vision starts going white and

I start hearing the high pitched hhhhhhhhheeeeee if you know you know

couldnt feel my elbow

I am on the ground

guy in an suv pulls up asking if my okay need water, etc, i managed to reassure "I'm okay just got lightheaded, my mom is right here"

which, hindsight, bless this guy bc there were other people standing around near me just gawking at me but at least he fucking stopped. unfortunately I didn't really see his face bc my vision was still weird, but where ever you are dude I love you may only good things happen to you

but uh

anyways I have had a day and it's not even noon yet

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[yuecrown]

I LOVE YOU — ron kamonohashi

pairings: ron kamonohashi x gn!reader. warnings: fluff. established relationship. 0.9k wc. notes: this is my first fic for rkdd but i had to write for ron bc hello ?! he's such a menace (affectionate) <3

when you wake up, the first thought on your mind is that you haven’t slept this well in ages. usually you’re a light sleeper, roused from sleep by even the smallest disturbances.

this morning however, your eyes don’t open until past 10 am— extremely late by your standards. maybe it’s because this is your first time sleeping over at your boyfriend ron’s place. it’s also the first time in a long while that you’ve felt so loved, so safe.

his bed is as comfy as you’d expect it to be, covered with soft blankets, tons of pillows and platypus plushies. it’s huge too, easily big enough to fit both ron and you— but he’s not here.

you blink sleepily and sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. the space beside you is empty, but the sheets are messy, meaning that ron did sleep here, at least for a while.

you frown. did he find sharing his bed with another person uncomfortable? or did he just have to get up early because toto brought him a case to solve?

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of something shattering. it seems to be coming from the kitchen. you throw the covers back, about to go find the source of the sound, when ron appears in the doorway.

he looks messier than usual, and it’s cute. his long dark hair is damp, and obscuring his eyes, slightly more tousled than what you’re used to. a towel is slung around his shoulders, and he’s already dressed in his usual t-shirt, jacket and jeans.

“good morning, y/n.” his voice is warm and tinged with excitement as he beams proudly and holds out a tray. “i made you breakfast!”

“good morning,” you mumble back sleepily, stifling a yawn. “i heard something break, are you okay?”

he waves a hand dismissively. “it was just a plate. an occupational hazard.”

“of being a detective?”

“of being a prodigal chef,” he corrects, gesturing towards the tray.

there’s a cute mug with a cat face on it, filled with coffee, alongside a plate stacked with fluffy-looking pancakes.

you sip at the coffee, and almost spit it right out when you taste just how much brown sugar he’s put in it.

“i didn’t know how you took your coffee,” ron says apologetically.

you gingerly sip at the drink again and grimace. “so you decided to add ungodly amounts of brown sugar syrup to it?”

ron blinks. “you don’t like it?”

his head is tilted to one side and he’s watching you keenly, waiting for an answer. the embarrassing truth is that you’d do anything to see him smile, so you steel your nerves and say, “no, um, it’s great! really.”

you can’t tell if he buys the lie or not, but he seems happy enough either way. “good.”

he hugs you from behind, arms wrapping around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. his warm breath tickles your neck. “you should sleep over more often.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. i… i liked it. you’re cute when you’re asleep.”

the unexpected comment has you flustered, but ron seems oblivious as he stabs a pancake with a fork and feeds it to you.

you take a bite and prepare yourself for the brown sugar taste to flood your senses, but instead it’s actually balanced out by the other ingredients. “wait, ron— this is really good!”

“i knew it.” his tone is smug as he eats the rest of the pancake you just took a bite out of. “and now we’ve shared an indirect kiss.”

you try not to laugh at how proud of himself he looks. “we can share a real one too if you want.”

the tips of his ears grown pink. he murmurs, “okay,” and leans in to kiss you, eyes closed.

he tugs you closer onto his lap, one hand resting against your back, keeping you steady. despite his inexperience, he’s a good kisser. it makes sense, you think to yourself— he’s an incredibly quick learner, and even more so when it’s something he enjoys— and the eagerness with which he presses his warm lips to yours proves that he definitely enjoys kissing you.

when you finally pull away, he grins. “if you stay over more often, we can do more of this.”

“you don’t have to try and convince me,” you reply. “i’d love to spend more nights with you.”

“you would?”

“of course, i love you.” the words slip out easier than you’d thought. truth be told, you hadn’t even meant to say them, but now that you had, you weren’t going to take them back.

there’s silence for a few seconds. ron’s eyes bore into you, and both of you hold your breath. then he drapes himself over you like a koala, clutching you tightly, and says, “i love you too.”

you try and fail to hide your giddy smile, burying your face into his neck. “oh.”

he pulls himself off you and observes your flustered expression, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “i’d assumed it was a given, but you seem to like it when i say the words out loud. hmm. cute. i love you, y/n.”

you hit him on the arm and huff, “you’re insufferable.”

“but you love me, right?”

you stick your tongue out at him. “actually, i love your cat more, so there.”

he sulkily replies, “well, i love brown sugar more, so there.”

“oh, okay.” you get up, pretending to leave. ron grabs your wrist and tugs you back into his embrace, murmuring, “i was kidding.”

you smile and take his hand. “i know.”

he links his fingers with yours tightly and says, “i’ll always love you most.”

[toxictigertonic]

Alright, I've been cursed with new blorbos (don't worry DJ will always be my number one). Outlast trials has me in a chokehold, specifically Franco, but all the prime assets are running around in my brain causing problems. I'm subjecting you to my stupid food headcanons as a result:

COYLE

- This mother fucker drinks hot sauce. Like. Chugs the shit. You can't take him anywhere without him bringing a bottle of Tabasco.

- Takes his coffee black, but will add a little sugar if no one is looking. Can't let people know that he doesn't like plain black coffee.

- He feels like a big breakfast kinda guy, with all the fixings. If you took him to a diner that'd be what he'd get, no matter the time of day.

- Would he disgusted by energy drinks EXCEPT classic redbull. Now imagine this man hyped up on caffeine.

- Would still eat his scrambled eggs if he got shells in them. Would say some shit like "the shells put hair on your chest"

- Trusting this man to bake anything is a fire hazard, it doesn't matter if it's those pre cut cookie rolls, they're catching fire.

- Says he hates desserts then stares down a slice of pecan pie from across the room like it owes him money.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- The only one I trust to cook tbh, and that's not saying much.

- If you took her to get coffee she'd get the sweetest thing on the menu (and Futterman would bitch and moan about it the whole time) or she'd get a chai latte. Futterman would demand a black coffee.

- I would trust her to make me an apple pie and then she'd put the drill in it bc the crust came out wrong.

- She feels like a woman who really likes jam. Maybe I am projecting but jam is cool.

- She will not touch an energy drink bc they taste bad to her, and bc Futterman would throw a fit about how bad they are for your teeth. No caffeine fueled death sprint for her, but based on her singing and the whole angel dust thing I don't think she needs it.

- I would make her pancakes she seems pretty cool.

- Likes the batter for desserts more than the finished products.

FRANCO

- God help us where do I begin

- On one hand I wanna say he makes some bomb ass Italian food. On the other hand I wanna say he burns cereal.

- Speaking of cereal, he's the kinda guy who let's his cereal turn to paste in the bowl before he eats it.

- Considering what we know about the wolf's milk drink, I'm frightened by this man's palette. Genuinely terrified.

- I think he would die if he tasted hot sauce. I think Coyle is aware of this fact and has plans.

- Give him an energy drink if you wanna see him start doing flips. He thinks they're gross but he's also like "fuck yeah pure sugar I love these"

- Likes his cookies so underdone that they're basically raw (me too chief)

- If you cooked him a homemade meal he'd cry while eating it. Then he'd get pissed because you made him cry.

- He's my little skrunkly doo so I'm feeding him wet plaster ❤️

If I'm wrong about anything bc it's actually stated in the lore I do not care tell Red Barrels to get their facts straight (/J I SWEAR)

I haven't had time to look at Gooseberry's or Coyle's lore so I don't know if they have some super important amazing cooking skills that I'm missing out on. Feel free to tell me if you think I'm wrong or have your own ideas about these idiots.

[yukyuki]

Mornings Like This- GR’63

summary- a lazy yet lovely morning in the Russell house 🩵

warnings- minor things kissing, hugging, slightly suggestive, family, dad George ☁️

a/n- I believe this is so CUTE !! It’s a “thank you” bonus for those waiting on my Charles ff. ☕️

The rays on sun started to appear through the cracks of the curtains making you wake up. Looking up to the clock on your night table it read 7:05 am it was later than usual, and today wouldn’t be a busy day. George was finally home after the Qatar Grand Prix and nothing was better than a cozy morning in bed and spend time together when your twin boys wake up.

Speaking of which you heard soft sounds and baby talking through the baby monitor. Smiling softly you get out of George’s embrace and peck his lips letting him sleep in and get the rest he deserved.

Walking out quietly into the hallway you make your way to the boys room and open the door only to be received by the two little ones crawling up to your arms. Making you giggle you kiss both of their little faces gently and pick them up.

When you three get to the living room you turn on the tv to Bluey as it quickly catches their attention and get their diapers changed. Letting them play for a bit you go to the kitchen preparing some coffee for yourself and giving you some time to plan for breakfast. Drinking some of your coffee you start preparing some of fruits and bring out ingredients for pancakes and bacon.

While setting the fruit bowl to the side you start making the pancake batter with your hands a bit messy you hear Theo start to cry making your mommy senses to look towards the living-room then it hits you, you forgot the bottles!

“oh god…I’m so sorry baby hold on!” yelling in a soft voice you rush to grab the bottles and get their milk ready and a pair of strong arms wrap around you making you squeal.

“ah! George!” you exclaimed hitting his arm gently closing the bottles quickly.

“hold on love I need to give the babies their bottles” you say moving away but he pulls you back taking the bottles from you kissing you gently.

“don’t worry about that beautiful leave that to me…did you change them already?” he asked gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ear making me smile.

“yes they just need their milk…breakfast is almost done as well” you say kissing his cheek thanking him before going back to your cooking.

————

Minutes later you walk in the living room seeing Theo next to George whose feeding him and Oliver was on his chest drinking his bottle all three boys watching Bluey. Going to them slowly your hands land on George’s shoulders whispering boo in his ear making him chuckle.

“Oh darling you got here on the best part” he said with his British accent filling the room joking about the cute kids show as he leaned his head back puckering his lips making your blush.

“There’s distracted love” he said winking at you before placing a delicate kiss to your amazing husband.

“well I’m sorry to interrupt your show but breakfast is ready” you said smiling picking up Oliver kissing his nose.

“oh you’re so handsome my little prince” you squealed happily making Oliver giggle as George followed with Theo in his arm into the kitchen. Sitting at the table you are feeding the twins who are on their baby chairs and have strawberries all over their cheeks. Smiling and giggling with the babies you feel George’s large hand on your waist making you turn around as he fed you a piece of bacon.

“eat love…it’ll get cold” he said switching Oliver to his lap helping him to finish his food.

————

Finally the twins fed and all of you dressed for the day you two leave them in their play area as George went with you to help you clean up, even though you insisted that he should rest after an exhausting race he argued that as long as he spent time with you it would help him gain back his strength, to which you rolled your eyes and he shut you up with a romantic kiss.

“George…” you started while wiping the table he hummed while putting the dirty dishes in the dish washer before going to you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I think we should go out for a walk to the park down by the neighborhood” you said looking up at him giggling gently playing with his expensive watch leaning on him, softly inhaling his cologne. This man just smelled so good.

“I know love, we should do that…” he said seeing the excitement in your eyes.

“okay! I’ll get the babies ready!” you say about to leave but he holds your hand pulling you against his body looking down at you.

“I get what I want later right?” he said teasingly making you hit his arm gently.

“you know there will interruptions” you answer walking away to grab the twins. As he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he couldn’t het enough of your teasing.

————

As you held the twins hands out the door you help them stand as they were already starting to walk. Looking back at the house you noticed George hasn’t come out.

“now where is your daddy?” you ask the babies who just giggled and that’s when you hear the garage door lifting up seeing George pushing out a mini size mercedes making you laugh.

“oh baby where did you get that!? it’s adorable!” you said Theo ran to the car curiously looking at it.

“Right? Present from their Uncle Lewis” George said as you widened your eyes.

“oh god of course he did…remind me to bring the babies to a race so they can thank him” you said bringing Oliver closer as you both got them in the car. Both babies sitting in the car you and Russell walked from behind them happy that the car was slow and easy for the babies to use. George had to help them here and there but the Russell babies were smart drivers they learned it from their daddy of course.

“hmm I think we got the future drivers here my love” you said softly as you walk next to him interlocking your arm with his leaning your head on his shoulder.

“you’re right love! I’ll make sure to teach them if they actually become interested” George said as he walked to the park and you snapped a couple pictures of the babies and daddy of course. You made sure to capture any moment as the beautiful family that you were and just enjoying time with George made it so much better. Most of the time it was just you and the twins since George was busy on his formula one career but you both still managed to be together, which only made the love between you two stronger.

————————————————— the end. 🩵

[nochukoo97]

seven dates a week - monday

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: a series of you and jungkook’s dates throughout the week, jungkook is a sweetheart and spoils you a lot, too much in your opinion.

word count: 1.2k+

a/n: OMG super excited for this i am going to make this a small series, probably just seven parts to this for each day of the week but here’s the first fic! but i may open a taglist and asks for this if i think it does well ☺️

seven dates a week masterlist!

“one touch and you got me stoned~” jungkook’s voice rings throughout the car as the radio plays, you two starting the day early in the morning by going to a coffee shop for breakfast.

you giggle as you point your camera towards your boyfriend who’s currently singing his heart out and driving. when the car stops at the red light, jungkook looks at the camera as he sings with a dramatic expression on his face, causing you to laugh even more.

“your touch blurred my vision, it’s your world and im just in it- oh shit” your boyfriend halts mid-performance when he realises the car behind him had honked for him to go, jungkook was too engrossed in singing for you he had paid no attention to the red light that was now green.

“baby it’s this one, turn right,” you point towards the little coffee shop at the corner of the road that you had searched up for you and jungkook to go.

as you get out of the car, you excitedly grab your boyfriend’s hand, ready to walk into the coffee shop you had been dying to go to.

“jagi, calm down” jungkook laughs while being forcefully dragged to walk two times as fast to the entrance of the coffee shop.

“ohmygosh- baby look this is so cute!” you squeal as you scan the room, pretty flowers adorn the ceiling and there was even a house cat that lived in the coffee shop, according to the website.

even after the waiter had sat the both of you down and given you the menus to place your order, you quickly got distracted and walked towards the cat laying near the entrance.

“hiii cutie, oh my goodness,” you coo as the cat purrs, flipping over on its back to let you scratch its tummy.

“jagi-ah, you want the matcha latte right?” jungkook calls out as he peers over from the menu.

“yeah, you can order whatever food, i can share with you,” you don’t even look back at your boyfriend as you continue to shower the fat grey cat with attention.

—-

“baby, come the food is here,” your boyfriend calls out to you again, you unwillingly walk back to the table as you bid the cat goodbye.

“NO WAIT-” you nearly scream and jungkook who had a fork in his hand, ready to devour the pancakes prettily plated in front of him.

“jesus, you scared me,” your boyfriend grumbled as he leaned back in his chair, forgetting that you always scolded him whenever he began to eat without allowing you to take photos of the food.

“if you had put the fork in the pancake i would have killed you,” you snap a picture of the pancake, angling it so that jungkook’s torso was in the frame.

“okay now can i eat?” jungkook whines as you snap a couple more, nodding to him as he absolutely destroys the stack of pancakes, making the one’s at the top fall all over the place. you decide to let that slide.

“baby, try my drink,” you hold out your cup towards him, but jungkook only scrunches up his face seeing the green drink he always had a strong hatred to.

“you know i hate that thing, its disgusting,” your boyfriend refuses the offer, but you wont take no for an answer.

“just try it, trust me its like sooooo good,” you definitely weren’t exaggerating in your opinion, but jungkook thinks otherwise.

you laugh as your boyfriend hisses as the drink slides up the straw into his mouth.

“urgh, taste like shit,” he groans as you slap his arm.

“don’t say that here! the staff can hear you!” you scold him but he waves you off anyways.

before you can say anything else, your boyfriend is stuffing a huge mouth of pancakes into your mouth as you can only frown at him.

he snaps a picture on his phone.

“baby what do u think about getting matching bracelets, i saw a shop had one and its pretty cute,” jungkook talks to you as you nod, still chewing the huge amount of pancakes in your mouth.

“urgh, you stuffed so much in my mouth,” you say as you dramatically gasp for air after swallowing.

“isn’t the first time i did that,” he’s smirking as if he was very proud of his comment.

“jungkook!” you hiss at him as you look around, thankfully the cafe was not too packed, so hopefully no one heard.

“i wasn’t lying,”

the audacity to give you a sly smile.

——

“babe, why are we at cartier,” you ask, as jungkook drags you by the hand into the shop before you can resist

“what do you mean?” he smiles back at you, “to buy our bracelets!”

your jaw drops as your boyfriend is grinning widely at you.

“baby, nonono- we can’t do this, it’s so much money,” you start to try and pull your hand away from him, but your boyfriend is too strong to let go.

“why not, it can be our anniversary gift!” he pulls you closer to him and wraps his arm around your waist, leading you towards the display cases.

“babe, our anniversary was two months ago and you bought me an expensive handbag, don’t make excuses,” you whine as you want to run out of the store, not wanting your boyfriend to spend so much money on you for the millionth time this year.

“it’s okay baby i want this, even if you don’t want it ill wear both for myself,” he sits you down on the chair at the display case as he tells the staff which piece of jewelry he wants to see.

“we both know you will end up making me wear one,”

“exactly”

so thats how you ended up with two cartier love bracelets, one on each of you, that cost way more than you want to imagine.

but you thank jungkook for it anyways.

——

your last destination for the day is the mall, to run a few errands like picking up groceries for the house.

but your terrible at sticking to the plan as you drag jungkook into the store that caught your attention.

jungkook groans as you begin to saunter towards the giant eevee plushie at the near end of the small shop.

“baby, come on, let’s stick to our plan and go to the supermarket,” jungkook tries to gently coax you away from that terrible giant piece of fluff that you might eventually convince him to let you bring home.

“but baby, i really really need this,” you pout at the huge plushie, pointing towards it as you slowly manage to drag your boyfriend closer and closer to it.

each step was a step closer to victory.

——-

“i can’t believe i have this huge ass thing in the back of my car right now,”

you frown at your boyfriend’s mean and horrible words.

“don’t say that to eevee, you will make her cry,” you smack your boyfriend’s arm as he looks at you in offense

“that thing can’t hear me and it doesn’t have feelings baby, it’s okay,”

“don’t call it a thing!”

in the end jungkook is forced to give your new plushie a big warm welcome into your shared apartment as he sets the huge soft toy down in the middle of the living room.

[hayakawalove]

Test of Love (Chapter Seven)

Chapter Seven

All Chapters

Summary: You find someone you aren't expecting when walking with Suguru. Later, you and Satoru get sneaky.

A/N: Thank you for being so patient. I know it's taking awhile to get to the poly stuff, but I promise we're getting there. Just want it to feel natural as reader doesn't want to rush things. If I was her though I would be taking both at the same time within an hour of meeting them. This chapter made me a bit nervous, it feels a bit boring compared to other ones. I am pumped for the next chapter though, we're gonna get into some poly goodness. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Praise, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Semi Public Sex, Bullying Sort Of, Mild Violence, Slightly Unnerving Feelings, Female Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 7,146

For once, Suguru is up before Satoru. It’s pretty rare for that to happen. Normally, Satoru is up several hours before Suguru, and more often than not he’s out of the house before Suguru’s eyes even open. Suguru likes waking up first, it gives him the chance to cook for Satoru. He enjoys cooking for him as it ensures that Satoru is eating a proper meal. Satoru is a grown man, but you’d never be able to tell with his diet.

Suguru’s looking down at the stove when he hears Satoru pad into the room. His eyes are droopy with sleep and his mouth is open in a wide yawn.

“Hey sleepyhead.”

Suguru likes seeing Satoru like this. A slice of normalcy in an otherwise godly man.

Satoru grumbles back before sitting at the bar, watching as Suguru finishes cooking. Once he does, he makes a plate before sliding it to Satoru. Pancakes and eggs, Suguru would have preferred to make something more healthy but he knew Satoru would have complained.

Suguru leans against the counter with his mug in his hand. He takes his coffee black, letting the bitter taste slide down his throat. The flavor didn’t bother him, he was used to bitter things. It couldn’t be worse than the curses he swallowed on a regular basis. 

Satoru is dousing his pancakes in syrup, eyes wide as he watches it cover the entirety of it. He takes several bites before reaching forward to grab the mug Suguru set out for him. It had coffee in it, the color slightly lighter than Suguru’s. 

He adds a couple more sugar cubes in it, even though Suguru already added some, before stirring the drink. Suguru’s watching with his face pinched up as Satoru downs the drink. 

“It’s not really coffee at that point.” Suguru mumbles. 

“Tastes like coffee to me.” 

“Does it?” 

Satoru finishes his drink and stares at Suguru in defiance as he licks his top lip. Suguru chuckles and lifts his mug up to take another sip. 

The apartment is quiet as Suguru stands next to Satoru while he finishes his breakfast. All Suguru wants to do is drag Satoru back to bed, but he knows he can’t. 

As Suguru watches his boyfriend, he allows his mind to drift.

His mind drifts to you. 

“I’m a bit shocked, Satoru.” 

“Hm?” 

“I didn’t know what to expect from someone you had a crush on.” Suguru folds his arms. “Not that I really expected her to be normal, you like her after all.”

“Feels like you’re dissing yourself, but go on.” 

“She’s better than I expected. You picked good.”

Suguru sees a small grin appear on Satoru’s lips before he sits up, jumping off the chair to stand to his full height. The two are the same height, but Suguru still feels small in Satoru’s presence sometimes. He’s bulkier than Satoru, but his boyfriend's attitude has always been larger than life.

“Careful, I might think you’re complimenting me.” Satoru says.

“God forbid.” Suguru replies.

Suguru’s lips spread into a smile as does Satoru’s. The two stare at each other for a moment until Suguru reaches a hand up, fixing Satoru’s hair. He lets his thumb graze Satoru’s bottom lip, swiping away stray syrup. Satoru allows his cheek to nuzzle in Suguru’s palm, finding peace for a brief second before he’s faced with the reality of the day. 

“I love you.” Suguru murmurs. 

“I love you too.” 

Satoru presses his lips against Suguru, and Suguru begins to think maybe he prefers sweetness over bitterness. 

~~~ 

It’s Monday, the idea of a brand new week was making your shoulders sag. You had a great weekend, but now you were forced to go back to reality. How annoying. The day had gone by okay at least; in terms of craziness it was surprisingly mellow. The students didn’t have any missions, all they had to do was a couple of tests. You were grading them when you got a text message. 

Suguru: hey

Suguru: have any plans for dinner?

You grin at your screen before picking your phone up. 

You: no, I was just going to pick up something from town

Suguru: stop by our place instead, I can make a home cooked meal.

That sounded wonderful. Ever since you had met Suguru, you had been eating exponentially better. Before, you only ate boxed meals and that was only if you were lucky. You never had time to cook, your days were constantly filled with shit that needed to be done.

You breeze through the rest of grading in order to see him sooner. You’re practically jumping up and down by the time you slide from your classroom. 

There was no reason to go home to change. You weren’t sure at what point in time you started to get more comfortable around the boys, but you no longer felt the need to dress up. You’ve already humiliated yourself in front of them enough to now feel at ease with them. Memories from your drunken mishap fill your mind and you try to shake them away. 

Honestly, it was a miracle they still talked to you at all. You were mortified. But they didn’t seem too bothered. 

Although Satoru has teased you about it multiple times so far, even though it happened only a couple days ago.

You’re standing in front of their front door when you see Suguru. He’s wearing a soft smile as he greets you, the smell of his cologne falling over you. 

“Hey.” He says, leaning down as he holds your chin. 

His lips press against yours, and your heart skips a beat. When he pulls away you have to avert your gaze in order to not pass out. 

“You look beautiful.” He murmurs, gesturing you inside. 

“You’re sweet. I'm just wearing my school uniform.” 

“I think you could make anything beautiful.”

Ever the charmer. 

You chuff and set your bags down, wandering to their kitchen. It was remarkably clean, but that didn’t surprise you. Every time you had been over it was almost impossible to find something out of place. It was hard to decide who was the cleanlier of the two. 

Satoru was a neat person. Most people wouldn’t guess it due to his personality. You think it’s because of his childhood. A home that was sterile and clinical. It didn’t seem like a home at all. He had hired help growing up, so there was never a mess. You guess he probably got used to it. 

Suguru just feels like he would hate mess. With his nearly maternal behaviors, it would surprise you if he was unorganized.

“That was smooth.” You respond, smiling as he follows you into the kitchen. 

You can tell he’s been rummaging around, there were piles of food on the counter, none of which could make a comprehensive meal. Honestly, you would have been fine eating a bowl of ramen. Something tells you Suguru wouldn’t want something so boring, though.

“Good. I practiced, you know.” He replies with ease, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Suguru’s beginning to slide the food back into the cupboards, looking at you over his shoulder. 

“We’re out of what we need for dinner tonight. I’m sorry. I was just going to go to the store to pick it up, then I can get started. You can stay here if you’d like.” 

You watch his broad frame from behind. Tendons are lining his arms as he stretches across the counter. You never understood how people could look at art for hours, but you think you were starting to get it. Suguru was sculpted by the gods, you were sure of it. Hand picked features chosen down to the smallest detail. You could look at him for hours.

“No, I can go with you!” You rush out as you watch him. 

You really didn’t want to be alone in their apartment.

His face lights up at your exclamation. How cute. It doesn’t take him long before he’s ready to head out. You follow shortly behind him as the two of you exit the apartment, making your way to the store. He grabs your hand the second he closes the front door. The protectiveness is heartwarming. 

It feels entirely domestic how you go shopping together. Suguru’s large frame is leaned over a shopping cart as you roam the isles. He put you in charge of holding the shopping list, having you read out each ingredient the both of you needed. Suguru wanted to make Dutch oven chicken, which sounded way too fancy in your opinion, but the idea of it did make your mouth water. 

“Is that everything?” He asks once the cart is full, peering over your shoulder. 

The proximity leaves you breathless, and you have to clear your throat to avoid groaning. 

“Yeah. I think so.” When you turn your head he looks much closer than you expected. 

“Alright. What kind of treat do you want?” 

“Treat?”

“Yeah. Everytime I go shopping I buy Satoru something sweet. He complains if I don’t. And it’s cute to see how excited he gets when I do bring something home. Do you want something sweet or salty?” 

Your eyes look up in thought as you follow him to the junk food aisle. It was really starting to feel like you were ingrained in their relationship. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it just felt so right. Part of you was worried they would get tired of your presence, but you knew they wouldn’t keep you around if that was the case. 

Suguru’s browsing the shelves of chocolate in front of him, chin propped between his fingers. He looks deep in thought as he decides which treat to get Satoru, and your eyes constantly flick over to him before looking back at the food in front of you. 

You want to tell him how much you like him, but you can’t find the words. They’re lurking in the back of your throat, seconds from spilling over your lips.

“Are you ready?” Suguru asks, ripping you from your thoughts. 

“Yeah!”

You decide to just get a packet of M&Ms, small and cheap, while Suguru picks out Reese’s for Satoru.

He allows you to carry one bag after much begging on your part, but he does most of the heavy lifting. 

Suguru’s pace is slow as you walk beside him, making your way back to his apartment. He could be walking much faster with those ridiculously long legs of his, so you find it sweet that he’s lingering for you. 

“I’m starving…” You whine, eyes drifting to the street food vendors lining the sidewalks. 

The smell of some of them was causing your head to swirl. 

“I’m sorry, I could buy you something small to tide you over until dinners ready.”

“Really? You aren’t scared it would spoil my appetite?” 

“Yeah, I can't have you starving to death.” He begins. “Plus I can’t say no to spoiling you.” 

Your eyes dart away as he grins. 

“Which one do you want?” He stops in his tracks as you review your options.

You look around to find a vendor that has the shortest line. It's a bit difficult as there were crowds at each one, but there was one close that sold traditional Japanese food that didn’t look too crowded. 

The two of you walk over and wait in line.

You release a sigh and rest your head against Suguru’s arm, beginning to let your mind glaze over. 

“Is Satoru joining us tonight?” You ask, half expecting him to say no. 

“Yeah, he’s just finishing some things up at the school first.” 

An image of sharing a dinner with the two of them flashes in your brain and your stomach fills with excitement. 

You let your eyes wander around, listening as Suguru talks. Admittedly, you were beginning to daze off at the sound of his voice. It was so comforting that your mind was turning off. 

When you look in front of you to the right, you see something. There’s a man who looks strangely familiar behind a woman. His eyes are flicking up rapidly to watch her as he reaches a hand out. 

Fire. 

A small flame bursts from his hands, small enough that no one except you notices. He holds the fire to her left sleeve, causing her head to snap down at the heat. As she does so, he grabs the purse from her right hand while she’s distracted.

“Hey-“ you step forward. 

The man jolts at your attention. You lock eyes for a split second before he’s turning around and running away. 

“What? Suguru, I'll be right back!” Your feet carry you in the same direction of the man. 

He’s fast. He reminds you a bit of a dog with the way he carefully weaves between crowds of people in an attempt to lose you. Adrenaline is rushing through your veins, your throat dry from the chase. 

He turns down an alley and you have no choice but to follow him. The bag you’re holding slips from your hands as you speed towards him. It's dark and dingy as you skid down the alley. Exactly the kind of place where you’d run into unsavory people.

Where was he? 

You turn around and something hits the side of your face. He punched you. Iron fills your mouth as you fly your arm out, making contact with his cheek. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten in a fist fight with someone. He’s bigger than you, so you’re forced to use your speed to your advantage. 

You swear you know him, his name is on the tip of your tongue.

Your elbow darts out, hitting him in the chest. He coughs loudly and you use the short moment of pause to tackle him to the ground. 

It’s hard to tell how many times you’ve hit him. Your arm winds back to punch him again before something stops you. 

Pain. 

Something is grabbing your hair, yanking you back. You shout in agony as you blindly reach behind, trying to figure out what got you. 

There’s another man, his fist holding your hair in a tight grip. The guy beneath you scrambles to his feet as you thrash around. 

Guess it’s time to use your technique. How annoying.

All of a sudden the pressure is released from your head and you’re able to breathe again. 

Someone else is in the alley now. 

Suguru. 

He had used his technique to pin the man holding your hair against the wall. He’s squirming under Suguru’s curses and you can't help but marvel. It was the first time you had seen him use his technique. 

Remembering the other man, you quickly turn around and pin him back down, looking up at Suguru. 

It seemed so effortless for him, meanwhile you were panting from the hard work. 

“Thank you.” You heave out. 

Suguru’s eyes drop to you and you feel your stomach turn. His stare was so cold. So this is what he looked like in battle? It’s a bit scary, he was nearly unrecognizable.

As soon as you catch the glimpse of the Sorcerer side of Suguru, he’s already switched back to the personality you’re used to. He grins at you before looking back at the attackers. 

“Who are you?” Suguru asks. 

You look down to the man beneath you and it finally clicks. It was Mahiro, the fire user you and Satoru had talked about. It was a coincidence you ran into him like this. 

If this was Mahiro, then who was the other guy? 

“Suguru, this is the guy who’s been attacking the school.” 

The two men look at each other, they looked a bit helpless. 

Suguru’s eyes light up as he stares at them, you watch in real time as he makes the connection. You have so many questions to ask the two of them, but more than anything you just wanted to know why. Why were they threatening the school? Why now? 

“We should bring them to Jujutsu High. We can question them there.” Suguru’s pulling out his phone to dial someone, likely an assistant. 

~~~

When you get to the school, it’s completely quiet. Most people had gone home or to their dorms. The only people wandering about were principal Yaga and Satoru, who’s whereabouts you weren’t even sure of.

“Thank you.” Yaga nods you off as he closes the door to one of the rooms holding the prisoners.

As he closes the door, you’re able to catch one last glance at the second man, your eyes locking before the door slams shut.

The two men were locked in different cells, waiting for further questioning. They might have to wait until tomorrow because of how busy everyone was, but you didn't care at all.

Suguru had accompanied you in dropping them off, but left shortly after. I need to take the groceries home, he told you. It almost seemed like he was in a rush to leave the campus. You wonder if it makes him uncomfortable to wander the halls from his childhood. 

The adrenaline was catching up to you now, you could  feel the ache in your body begin to settle. There’s blood running down your nose and you wouldn’t be surprised if your face was starting to swell. The life of a sorcerer was rough, all you wanted to do was relax tonight with Suguru and Satoru, however it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.

You’re standing in the bathroom, dabbing a wet paper towel against your nose when the door swings open. 

Satoru. 

“Hey.” He speaks, looking at you in the mirror. 

It's weird like this. Seeing him in his uniform and blindfold makes you feel separated. He isn't Satoru when he’s dressed like this. He’s Gojo, the strongest sorcerer who’s currently living. The difference in your abilities is glaringly obvious. 

You try to remind yourself he’s just Satoru, your Satoru. 

Even if you weren’t sure if he was yours at all.

“Hey.” You reply, wincing as the towel bumps your nose. 

Luckily, you weren’t as swollen as you expected yourself to be, but there was dried blood everywhere. 

Satoru strolls up to you, hips leaning against the counter. He grabs the paper towel from your hand and tilts your face up, sliding the towel where you were holding it. He’s wiping your blood away, trying not to bump your nose. 

“I can do it myself, you know.” 

“I know.” He says, but doesn’t stop. 

“You were hot out there.” Satoru goes on. 

“You weren’t even there.”

“Didn't have to be, Suguru told me about it. Sexy of you to beat the shit out of a man.”

You chuckle and glance at his face. His hair looked soft to the touch, his skin perfect. 

Focus.

Memories flood your mind of the fight. You didn’t do that good. Suguru had to save your ass, you weren’t sure if you would’ve made it if he didn’t come. At the very least they would have escaped. 

“I don't know about that. Suguru helped.”

“Sure he helped, but you’re the one who noticed Mahiro. And you chased after him. It takes a lot of balls to chase after someone when you don’t know what they’re capable of, or if they’re even alone. And I know you don’t have balls.”

Satoru cracks a smile when he hears you laugh. He’s making it difficult to mope, the heavy weight of inadequacy on your shoulders being overshadowed by his proximity. 

“I'm serious, I wonder how other sorcerers get anything done with the two of you around.”

“We’re strong, but we need people like you too.” 

Satoru tosses the paper towel away and admires his work before washing his hands. 

“Sure.” You chuckle.

“And you’re strong too.” 

“Would you like me if I was weak?” You allow the question to hang in the air.

“You aren’t weak.” 

Satoru holds your hip before he leans down to place his lips on yours. There’s still a faint taste of iron in your mouth, but it doesn't seem to bother Satoru. His fingers wrap around your hips in such a way that makes you dizzy. You knew they were long, but it never failed to make you swoon. 

You run your fingers through his hair and chuckle at the whine he lets out. Satoru was a touchy person. At first it didn’t really make sense to you. He spent a large portion of his life trying to make it so people couldn’t touch him, but then you realized that that was why he wanted it so badly. He craved intimacy in a way most people took for granted. It made you sad. Whenever you thought about his circumstances for too long you got sad, though.

Satoru must notice that your mind is getting off track, his voice comes out low as he speaks. 

“Hey, I’m right here.” It sounds like a jest, reminding you of his presence. As if he’s saying don’t ignore me. But it also sounds like he said it to remind you. Don’t veer too far off track. It's all okay. I'm here. 

His tongue twirls against yours and you’re running out of breath. It’s distracting you from the pain beneath your skin, so you don't care. He places both hands on your waist and lifts you up until you’re placed on the counter.

A clattering in the halls breaks you from the heat of the moment. Yaga must’ve just walked by. 

“Satoru, we should stop.” You reluctantly pull away and look up at him.

Even when you’re sitting on the counter, he’s still much taller than you. 

“Why?” He sounds genuinely confused as he asks this. 

You scoff and look towards the door then back at him. 

“We’re at school.” 

“So?”

His lips are slick with your spit and it’s raising the temperature of your body. You wonder if the six eyes can see that. 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“I'm never not serious.” He replies.

You squint at him as your mouth drops open slightly. You weren’t sure he was ever completely serious. Satoru leans back and locks the door before pushing himself up against you once more. Your head backs away in an attempt to create distance between you two, but you can’t run far as the mirror stops you.��

“Careful, don't wanna hurt yourself now.” He murmurs.

Your throat is dry at the sound of his voice. His hand comes up to hold your face as he presses his lips against yours, sloppy sounds filling the bathroom.

Your body almost aches at the way your heart was racing. 

It’s hard to deny yourself any longer. You wrap your legs around him to bring him in as close as possible. He offers a sly grin against your lips as you fall into his trap. 

Satoru pulls away to kiss down your neck, biting when he pleases. You’re worried the taste of your skin is bitter from fighting earlier, knowing sweat covered your body, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he almost seems drunk on the taste. 

You’re debating how nude you want to get in this dingy bathroom when Satoru steps away, his hands gripping the tops of your pants. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking behind his blindfold. He yanks your pants and underwear down until they hit the floor and you have half the mind to scold him. 

Satoru shuts you up before you even have the chance to complain. He’s crouching in front of you, tongue darting out to swipe through your pussy. He looks a bit awkward beneath you, his frame much too large to be huddled between your legs in this bathroom.

Your hands hastily grip at his hair, your thighs shaking from pleasure. A brief thought crosses your mind, hopefully you weren’t being too loud. You would try to quiet yourself down, but you knew Satoru would only see that as a challenge to make you louder. 

You tilt your head back and let your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation of his mouth latching onto your clit. His fingers dig into your skin, a dull pain throbbing through your thighs. 

You decide you like when he makes it hurt.

Moans fill the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. His tongue doesn’t let up for even a second, gliding from your clit to your hole. He was so good at it, it almost made you mad. Leave it to Satoru to be perfect at everything. 

“Satoru-“ you’re groaning, fingers tangled in a mess of wispy clouds, pulling each time he crosses over a tender spot. 

You aren’t sure where he’s looking, or if he’s even looking at all. You wonder if he was watching the way your face pinches, moans falling freely from your lips as if you were in the privacy of your own home, or if he was watching your swollen sex, needy for him.

Once upon a time he told you that even when his eyes were closed he could still see everything. You weren’t sure if he was being honest at the time, but you were starting to believe him. He was navigating your body too well if his eyes were closed.

The counter is cold beneath you as you fly your hands back to try to keep yourself steady. The discomfort is no match for the way he’s making you feel. You moan out as he pulls his lips away, strings of your slick connecting the two of you. You bite your cheek at the sight, forcing yourself to look away. 

“You getting all shy on me now?” He teases. “It’s a bit late for that.” 

“I'm not shy-“ 

Satoru stands up to his full height before dropping his face in front of yours. He’s so close you can smell the musk on his lips. 

He doesn’t lick them clean. 

“Yeah? I don’t make you embarrassed?”

“No, why would you make me-“ you begin, eyes still facing to the side.

You feel something slide between your lower lips, then you’re met with the blunt tip of his cock pushing at your entrance. Your hands fly up to grab his shirt, looking down at where he slowly slides himself inside of you.

“Then look at me.” He orders.

You moan as he pushes himself fully inside. If you look at him, he’d be able to see how embarrassed you were. You couldn’t let him win. Then again, you weren’t completely sure he couldn’t see how fast your heart was beating now.

When you look up at Satoru, he begins to slowly fuck you. The angle makes it so his cock drags against your gspot each and every time. You think his eyebrows must be furrowed by the crease in his mask, but you can’t be too sure. 

You jump to the conclusion that if he got to see you, you wanted to see him as well. 

“Satoru, your blindfold.” You moan. 

His pace falters before he’s grinning. He reaches up to tug at the blindfold. 

“Want to see my eyes while I fuck you?” 

Satoru pulls the blindfold until it’s laying around his neck. Clear blues look at you, and you have to stop yourself from swaying. You must’ve clenched because Satoru’s laughing. He picks up the speed and holds your waist as he fucks into you. You try to maintain eye contact with him, you really do, but the task is proving to be nearly impossible. 

With every thrust your lids flutter, the pleasure is almost too much.

“So perfect.” Satoru murmurs to himself as he stares at the expressions on your face. ”Tell me how it feels.” He all but begs. 

“Feels so, oh fuck,” 

“Come on baby.” He holds your legs open as he groans. 

“So good, so good.” You say.

Satoru wets his bottom lip with his tongue, and he reaches his hand out to slide against your clit. 

“Wrap your legs around me.” 

You follow his orders and squeeze his hips. 

“There you go, you’re so talented.” 

Is he teasing you? 

You don’t mind. 

His finger brushes against your clit and your mouth drops open. You’re about to moan when his other hand darts up to cover your mouth. 

“I know it feels good, but we can’t be too noisy, right?” 

He’s staring into your eyes as he circles your clit. You shake your head ‘no’ and look up at him with wide eyes, your ankles bumping his back.

You don’t have enough oxygen like this, but you think that’s what makes it feel even better. Satoru keeps his eyes on yours as he rubs your clit, his thrusting starting to get irregular. You rest your hands behind you to stabilize yourself. 

Close, close. 

Satoru speeds his thumb up, trying to make you cum first. 

Your foot rapidly taps his back to warn him of your oncoming orgasm, and he wordlessly promises to guide you through it. 

Your eyes roll back and he watches as you fall apart in his hold, your pussy cumming around him as your body begs him for his release. 

He’s having a hard time remaining quiet himself, small grunts coming out of his filtered lips.

You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him, a lust filled haze settling over you. He maintains eye contact with you as his lips pop open, letting out a grunt that’s too loud falling from his mouth. Liquid fills you from the inside out, a fuzzy feeling over taking you. His body is twitching as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, his breath sliding against your skin.

If only you weren’t in this shitty bathroom. You really want to lay with him, but you have to face the hallways of your work.

He grunts and pulls away, eyes drawn to the way his cum begins to seep from you. Something flashes across his features, a spark lighting up his eyes and a twitch of his lips. Your heart flutters, but you would never admit that to him. He was already cocky enough.

“Guess I need to clean you up again, huh?” He chuckles and tucks himself away before pulling paper towels up to swipe through your folds. 

You cringe at the feel of it and look away. You probably weren’t going to be able to see those the same way again. Satoru tosses the used paper towels in the garbage before offering you his hand, assisting you in hopping off the counter. You glare at your discarded pants on the floor, muttering to yourself as you pick them up. Did he really have to put them on the ground? 

When you look his way again, you can’t find it in yourself to be angry. Satoru has a goofy grin on his face as he pulls his blindfold back over his eyes. You try not to appear too disappointed. The more often you saw his eyes, the more often you felt greedy. You cursed the world for giving him such a gift, only to force him to hide it.

He follows you out of the bathroom and you’re thanking god Yaga isn't near. That was a conversation you really didn’t want to have. 

The halls of Jujutsu High at night are different than they are during the day time. The school isn't densely populated by any means, but when the sun is up you can at least hear distant laughter, or yelling depending on the person, and the atmosphere feels different. It’s light, the sun shines through the windows and you almost forget where you are. 

At night, that all changes. You’re forced to remember where you are, and who has walked down these halls. Faces of classmates and teachers you would never see again, knowing there was a very real chance you would join the ranks among them. The lights don't flicker though, which is a plus, but you almost wish they did. Jujutsu High had enough money that everything was always working. It only added to the way it all felt fake, like it was frozen in time.

A shiver runs up your spine and you nearly jump when Satoru brushes behind you. What were you scared of? You fought curses everyday. Maybe you were scared that there weren’t any curses right now. That usually meant something was lurking behind you.

Satoru’s looking down at his phone, looking at a message.

“Suguru texted.” He tells you. “He said dinner is almost ready.” 

Satoru types out a response before looking back up at you.

There was nothing left for you to do at the school. The interrogations would start tomorrow, and Satoru would be the one holding them.

“Is there anything else we need to do here?” You question, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides. 

“Not unless you wanna go another round in the supply closet.” Satoru says with a smile, slipping his phone in his pocket.

You scoff and nudge him before walking down the hallway, hoping he was following you. 

You hear his soft foot fall behind you and you let your shoulders sag from relief. He’s walking behind you, joking around but you don’t really hear him.

Why are you so uncomfortable right now? 

The school usually made you uncomfortable at night, but it was worse tonight. Your skin crawls as you try to walk straight, keeping your head held high in spite of the fear. 

“There you are. Was wondering where you two were.” 

You jump in your spot a bit before turning your head, eyes meeting Yaga. 

You feel Satoru’s gaze on the back of your head but you pay him no mind. 

“What’s up?” You ask.

“You two are good to go home. The two curse users should be fine overnight.” Yaga seems a bit distracted, you can only assume it’s because the people who’ve been after the school have been apprehended.

Satoru waves off Yaga before dragging you to the teachers lounge. He barely gives you enough time to grab everything before he’s pulling you outside. He’s telling you it’s because he’s starving, which can’t be true. He had half his weight in food during lunch. 

He talks to you for most of the way to his house. You’re grateful as it takes your mind off the interviews that would begin tomorrow.

~~~

“We're home!” Satoru yells. 

You try not to let the way he included you in the same sentence as home warm you up too much. This isn't your home after all. 

But it could be. 

Suguru rounds the corner and you have to bite back a smile. His hair is pulled up and he’s wearing an apron. He looks so domesticated. 

He slides up to Satoru and pulls him into a hug, sharing a kiss. You avert your eyes because really, you didn’t know if you were allowed to look. Sure, you’ve had sex with them, but being with them individually was much more different than being thrust in the middle. 

Once Suguru is finished kissing Satoru, he faces you. He grips your chin and tilts your head up until your eyes meet his. He presses a kiss on your forehead, making you smile. You don't see the way his nostrils twitch and the glance he sends Satoru’s way. 

“It’s ready, why don't you go sit at the table and Satoru and I can bring it out.” 

You bite back a retort of wanting to help, something tells you Suguru wouldn’t have any of it. When you get to the table you can tell that they don't have too many visitors over. The table has four chairs, but only two of them are worn, one more so than the other. 

Satoru comes in with two plates, a large grin on his face. He sets yours down in front of you and digs into his the second he sits beside you. It looked amazing. Suguru really was an amazing cook. The two of the boys were so talented, you wouldn’t believe it if someone told you they couldn’t do something. 

Suguru sets his plate down and sits across from you, his fox eyes settled on your face. Fear, no, anticipation flows through your body as you meet his eyes. 

“How was your day? After we dropped the two off.” He asks. 

He doesn’t start eating until you do. 

“It was good.” You leave out the part where the school made you unnerved. 

“Mahiro wouldn’t stop talking, including after we locked him up. The other one…”

You remember the other man. He was quiet. From the moment you saw him to the moment you chained him down, he was silent. 

“Didn't talk at all.” You pause in eating, staring at your plate. 

“He talked. Only once though.” Satoru says, pushing his plate in front of him.

He was done?

“Hold on, huh?” Your eyes fly up to him. He looks unbothered, head resting on his fist. 

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that, Suguru.” 

Suguru’s eye twitches as he leans back, silent as Satoru continues to talk. 

“He only said one thing. He said he would only talk to you.” 

The table quiets down as the knowledge settles over you and Suguru. Why hadn’t Satoru told you? Then again, it’s not like it would’ve really mattered. 

“That's all he said.” Satoru speaks. “You don't have to obviously, but, I think you should.”

You wonder why he wants to talk to Suguru so bad. Was it because he got his ass kicked by him? Jujutsu users alike all either jumped at the chance to talk to Satoru, or were afraid of him. But something was telling you this guy wasn’t afraid of Satoru. 

“I’ll do it.”

Satoru grins and looks back to you. 

“You can interview Mahiro with me if you like.” 

You think about what you’d like to ask Mahiro as you eat. You aren’t really sure what to investigate. Your job was strictly educational, only leaving the classroom to assist students with missions. It might be a little exciting to do something different. 

Satoru takes turns talking to you and Suguru as you eat, occasionally forcing both of you to listen as he goes on tangents. It was a bit cute like this. Each time he started to talk about a subject he was passionate about, he would grow a large smile and he practically bounced in his seat.

You check your phone as Satoru is talking and you notice the time. It was past 10 pm. Not too late, but way later than you were meaning to stay. 

“Is something wrong?” Suguru asks. 

“Just a bit late is all. I need to figure out how to get home.” You really didn’t feel like walking the streets or sitting in a subway. 

“Why don't you just stay the night?” Suguru proposes. 

He softly laughs at your expression, standing up to grab your empty plate. 

“You’ve done it before. You can also use our shower.” Suguru leaves before you can further debate him. 

You didn’t want to intrude, although it did sound nice. 

“That's a great idea! You’re okay with it, right?” Satoru jumps to his feet and skirts around the table. 

He takes your hand into his and pulls you along, pulling you into the direction of their bedroom. 

“I-I guess so.” You murmur and look around. 

The lamps are low, casting the bedroom in a dim warm glow. You can feel your body growing tired just from being in the presence. 

“You can just use whatever in the shower. Suguru’s got some nice stuff in there, although he won’t let me touch it.” Satoru goes on and turns around to flip the light switch on in the bathroom.

It’s fairly big. There’s a standing shower with see through walls, and a large bathtub to the side. You find yourself feeling jealous as you look around.

“Is it really okay if I stay?” You ask. 

“Yeah, definitely.” Satoru twirls around and looks you up and down. 

“Okay.”

“I’ll let you get to it then!” He exits.

You take your time in sliding your clothes off, carefully putting them on the toilet lid. You had to admit, it would be nice to take a shower here and not have to travel tonight.

The water spouts out from the shower head, coating you in the warmth. You allow your eyes to drift closed as you stand there for several moments, soaking it up. Reluctantly, you open your eyes and search around for shampoo. 

Once you’re done, you step out and wrap a fluffy towel around your body. It was so soft. You nuzzle against it then your eyes fly open. 

You don't have any clothes. 

You could wear your dirty clothes, but the idea made you cringe. 

Maybe Satoru was getting you something to wear?

The room is quiet as you open the bathroom door. Neither of them are there, so you step out, holding the towel tight around your body. 

“Satoru?” You raise your voice. 

There’s shuffling from outside the room, and Satoru pops in. He’s wearing a black shirt with boxers. His eyes are exposed as he looks you up and down. 

“My bad, I was gonna find something for you to wear. Unless of course you don’t want to wear anything.” He taunts.

“A tshirt and shorts will do.” You laugh. 

“Well, it was worth a shot.” Satoru gives an exaggerated pout.

You chuckle and stand still as he goes over to his dresser. Even in his own house, he looks abnormally tall next to everything. 

The view from behind is great. 

He turns around and strides up to you, holding out a shirt, shorts, and even underwear. He’s holding them in his palm, but when you try to pull them away from him he doesn’t let go. You try one more time but he doesn’t budge, instead he’s staring at you with a grin.

Satoru leans down and presses his lips against yours. They’re plush on yours, his tongue slightly sticking out to graze against your lips. 

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down, pressing your chest against his. 

The door creaks open and Suguru walks in. 

“I’m sorry, you don’t have-“ he stops speaking as he sees you and Satoru. 

The room is devoid of any sounds as the three of you stare at each other. You can’t tell if he’s trying to comprehend the situation, or if he’s trying to soak up the sight.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go.” He quickly says, backing away. 

It was sweet. He was respecting your wishes. They knew you wanted to take it slow so you could warm up to them. You didn’t want to drown in them right away. But maybe you were ready.

“Suguru-“ you begin.

“Stay.”

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 17: PERIOD PAIN

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Fluff, Smut

“What is it?” Cillian asked, seeing how you had panicked in a flash.

“I am so sorry. Don’t fucking look” you said hysterically as you quickly pulled away from him and set up in earnest. “In fact, don’t fucking move” you then said just as a few tears shot into the corners of your eyes. “Where are your flannels?” you wanted to know as the tone in your voice changed, which is when Cillian did exactly what you told him not to do.

“Y/N, what’ the…” he asked before looking down and in between where your legs were still engrossed before, suddenly, breathing out a sigh of relief. “You’ve got your period” he then chuckled but you did not think that it was funny at all.

“Yes, and it’s fucking embarrassing” you thus said while covering your face, which is when Cillian pulled your hands to the side so that he could look at you.

“Come here” he then said gently before pulling you in for a kiss, but you were not up for it. “It’s natural, you know” he thus pointed out sarcastically after you pulled away.

“Yes, but it is also such a turnoff” you pointed out, seeing that you had left a stain on the sheets as well as his thighs.

“I honestly couldn’t care less” Cillian said while pulling you close and on top of him which somewhat took you by surprise. “Once we are finished, I will just go and have a shower and change the sheets. It’s really not a big deal” he then said before kissing you passionately but the fact that you had just gotten your periods after a dry spell of eight weeks meant that you were rather uncomfortable.

“Oh no…we are most defiantly finished now, Cill” you murmured against his lips before pushing his hands away from your ass, being much to close to the area you needed him to avoid.

“No round two?” Cillian pouted and you shook your head.

“Absolutely not! Not while I am on my period” you told him firmly before telling him that you could not believe that he was even considering it.

“And I can’t believe that you wouldn’t. It’s not a big deal. Not in my opinion anyway” Cillian said before suggesting to run you a bath while he changes the sheets, which was an offer you gladly accepted.

****

The following morning, after an almost sleepless night of stomach cramps, you rolled out of bed at around nine and were greeted with the delicious smell of breakfast.

“Good Morning Sleepyhead” Cillian said as you walked into the kitchen and you smiled softly at him as he flipped the pancake. Much to your luck, he was making your favourite, pancakes with berries and chocolate syrup, and you wanted nothing more than to indulge in all things sweet when it was this time of the month for you.

“Good Morning Cill” you said while sitting down at one of the tall chairs near the kitchen aisle, waiting for Cillian to pass you a cup of coffee.

“Are you up for some pancakes?” he questioned and all you could do was nod your head.

“Thank you for last night Cill” you then said as he was serving up the most amazing breakfast ever and a cocky smirk played on his lips as he brought you a plate filled with three pancakes and berries. He placed a bottle of syrup in front of you as well along with a cup of coffee for you to drink. He was too kind to you, making you wonder what you did to deserve this side of him.

Just last night, at around two o‘clock he got up to get you some painkillers and a hot water bottle as you were struggling with the cramps. He even handed you some pads from his daughter’s room as you had none with you, making you blush at the time.

“My pleasure” Cillian winked before suggesting a day at home with him, watching Netflix and eating unhealthy things.

“Well, Emma actually just texted me and told me that she is heading back this afternoon. I probably should go home” you said, thinking that, with you having your period, the premise of friends with benefits became somewhat redundant.

Cillian would be bored and you felt like doing nothing but rest.

“Okay” Cillian pouted while watching you eat and, even after a single bite, you felt terribly full. When you had your period,, nausea often came with it so none of this surprised you.

“You know I could take care of you though. I could cook you some food, give your back a massage and fill up your hot water bottle when you need it” he then said, seeing that, clearly, you weren’t feeling too well.

“But that would not be any fun for you, having to deal with a moody crampy woman all day. You did so much for me already” you pointed out, which is when Cillian walked over to you and took you into his arms.

“I like spending time with you and I will enjoy looking after you” he then said and, of course, you couldn’t say no to him. He was too sweet and caring and you enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed yours.

As such, you did indeed spend all day watching movies and reading books. You also listened to some music while Cillian cooked both lunch and dinner, spoiling you with his amazing food.

In the evening, the worst pain was almost gone. Only the mild cramps were lingering now and, just as you sat down again with Cillian and binged watched your favourite Netflix show, he cuddled up to you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“How bad is it now?” he asked while running his hand gently over your stomach, causing you to cringe.

“It’s better than it was this morning, but still painful. I don’t get them regularly so, really, I never know what to expect to be honest” you explained while enjoying the warmth of Cillian’s body against yours.

“You may want to get this checked out Y/N. Women your age should be at least somewhat regular” Cillian then told you and his comment made you worry and laugh all at the same time.

 “Oh, is that right?” you asked. “And how do you know?” you wondered, giving him a questioning look.

“Well, Nina got them last year for the first time and it was a conversation me and Danielle had with her doctor. She pointed out to us that irregularities are normal until you are in your early to mid twenties, but not so much after that…” Cillian explained, causing you to swallow harshly. You were in your early twenties, but of course, he did not know that yet. He still thought that you were turning thirty soon.

“Okay, I will stop you right there” you interrupted him nonetheless, brushing off what he had just said to you. “Let’s not discuss my menstruation, alright? It’s probably just my contraception causing some havoc” you told him, causing Cillian to nod and chuckle all at the same time.

“Alright. I will shut up now” he laughed while looking at you as you were moving around. For the past five minutes, you had been crossing and uncrossing your legs as if you were seeking some friction and, whilst these movements were familiar to Cillian, the fact that you tried to hide them amused him.

“What?” you asked, seeing how he was looking at you now.

“You are moving a lot” he then pointed out with a devilish grin on his face.

“Yes, and?” you asked, wondering what he was on about.

“Nothing” Cillian chuckled while furrowing his eyebrows at you, giving you “the look”, which is when you realised what was going on.

“Just say it” you chuckled yourself, seeing that you had been caught.

“Nope” Cillian laughed, knowing that period sex was off the table. You had said so yourself.

“Yes, I am horny, alright! I can’t help it, which is just one of the reasons I didn’t want to stay here tonight” you then huffed out in frustration, causing Cillian to chuckle again.

“Okay” was all he responded with before making a somewhat unexpected remark. “Did you know that having an orgasm is said to relieve the cramping?” he pointed out and you shook your head.

“No” you said, trying to ignore his rather obvious suggestion to have sex.  

“What I am saying is that I could help you with your cramps and address your urges all at the same time. I could run us a bath and…” Cillian began to say nonetheless and you interrupted him.

“I know what you are saying Cill, but no!” you said again, this time more firmly then before which is when Cillian nodded and moved towards you, bent down, and pressed his lips against yours for a passionate kiss. He then straightened back up and left you wanting more.

You thus pulled him close for another kiss which turned out to be even more passionate than your last and, just as you kissed, you inadvertently began to grind yourself against Cillian’s hot body, causing him to groan.

“Fine” you then murmured against his lips as it was clear to you both that neither of you could resist each other anymore and, with that, Cillian sat up straight and smiled.

“That didn’t take a lot of convincing” he chuckled before standing up, which is when you noticed the large bulge in his pants as his erection pushed out the fabric of his jeans.

“I will fill up the bathtub. Meet you in five?" he then asked and, just as he did, there was a lump in your throat as you nodded and watched him leave the room.

You had never had sex during your period before and, even though your bleeding was generally light, James had always been grossed out by it. Cillian, on the other hand, did not seem to care and you hoped that, once you got into the bathtub with him, that neither would you.

Five minutes later…

The bathroom was warm, humid, it smelled of something nice, something Cillian had put in the water.

You undressed and disposed of the obvious while thinking that, if you were to get into this tub, then the water could turn red or pink at least. It would be embarrassing and you thought about backtracking, but then you heard Cillian come in behind you.

You heard the door close and felt his arms wrap around you. His naked, warm body pressed against you from behind, his cock against your lower back, his chin on your shoulder and his cheek against your face. He smelled of himself and a faint residue of aftershave which, to you, was simply intoxicating.

“You are so beautiful” he whispered from behind just before he let go of you and climbed into the tub, letting himself slowly sink beneath the hot water's surface.

He was moaning satisfied with such abandon that it made you smile, almost laugh.

“You know that there may be some blood in the tub and…” you then began to stammer nonetheless which is when Cillian opened his eyes and looked at you.

“I will survive that" he then chuckled before telling you to come in.

“Okay” you nodded nervously before you climbed into the water and let yourself sink down into his lap.

You had to close your eyes as the warmth of the water slowly engulfed and relaxed you all the while Cillian’s arms came up around you, holding you close to him as you were now facing each other.

Your lips found his and he kissed you with such wanton tenderness, it made you want to cry and then you made out with a lazy passion that touched something deep inside you. You felt safe, secure and desired.

Your teeth tugged lightly at his lower lip. Cillian moaned and moved his mouth down to your throat und pressed featherlight and heated kisses against it. Your head fell back, giving him better access and your hips started rocking back and forth.

You then scooted a little further up his legs while Cillian put his hands on your ass, guiding you closer. He was so gentle with you, so careful not to put too much pressure on your abdomen, so heedful not to hurt.

You soon started grinding your mound against his cock and felt his fingers on your ass, digging deeper into your flesh.

“Fuck I want you so much Y/N. You drive me absolutely crazy” Cillian said as you continued grinding against his hard member.

“I want you too Cill” you confirmed and, then, your mouths and tongues were playing again and your chests pressed flush together.

A low rumble was running through his body as his hands trailed over your back, holding your head to deepen the kiss before wandering back down to your butt, which is when you lifted yourself a little and took his cock into your hand.

You pumped your hand over his shaft several times while you drank in his breathy moans before, finally, aligning his cock with your opening.

“I need go slow” you told him as, slowly, you sank down on him before lifting yourself again and then sinking down a little further.

This worked. The pressure was a lot, more than usual, but not unpleasant.

“Are you alright?” Cillian asked as he held you close to him.

“Hmm, yes…it’s just…it hurts a little” you said and he immediately drew back a little.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked as one of his hands was caressing your cheek and you could see the look of concern on his face.

“No. I want to cum. It still feels good” you whispered in response which is when Cillian dragged his thumb over your cheek and then bent forward to kiss you deeply.

With that, you started to move slowly, rocking your hips back and forth while you moaned into your kiss.

It hurt, but it also felt so good. So safe. So hot. So intimate.

You moved up and down on Cillian’s shaft and held on to him tightly. You let your fingers run through his hair and down his cheeks before flattening your palm against his chest.

He groaned again and you ran your hands up to his neck, tracing a pulsing vein, holding him to you, as you kept grinding and circling.

Tentatively, he started bucking his hips up into you in a slow rhythm.

“That’s it” you moaned as something started building inside you. Growing slowly, fed by every movement, every kiss, every moan of his, every groan, every ragged breath.

His eyes had flickered closed, his face creased with the effort, his mouth open, sucking in air. You closed your eyes to focus solely on the feeling of him throbbing and moving inside you, on his fingers digging into you and on the sounds escaping him. You were a moaning mess now. Only a few more strokes and you would get there, finding your sweet release.

He picked up the rhythm a little although he was still holding back. Cillian was close. Clenched teeth, sweat running down his temples, open-mouthed breaths, some swearing.

“I am close Y/N” he said and you moaned loudly in response.

“So am I. Let go. Let us cum together” you gasped and, with that, Cillian indeed let go of his inhibitions.

“Fuck” he cursed as, suddenly, he came hard and fast with a few erratic last pumps and a rumbling groan as his fingers deeply buried themselves in to your flesh.

Seeing him crash like this pushed you over the edge as well. You lost all self-control and, within a few seconds, you too, were thrown into an all-engulfing, warm orgasm.

Your head was thrown back in a throaty moan as you rode out its waves while your body started convulsing until, just after a little while, Cillian slipped out of you and you opened your eyes.

You saw that the water had indeed turned a shade of pink and the embarrassment was written all over your face when Cillian made you look at him instead. His face carried a smile, satisfied but also incredibly exhausted.

“I love you” he then said while caressing your cheeks and these three words made you gasp. They were not at all what you had expected and you immediately felt guilty for the secret you were still carrying with you.

To be continued…

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picture me better

gwen stacy x afab!adhd!reader (gn terms)

summary; mornings with your girlfriend gwen<3

warnings: none, breakfast making, fluff, flirty gwen

a/n: pretty short, but i haven't been writing for her in a while

♡♡♡

Gwen has her face immediately buried in the crook of your neck as her arms move to wrap around your waist from behind. She smiles againts your skin when she feels you slightly flinch at her embrace.

It was common that you wouldn't notice her until she's right behind you once you have your headphones on. You get so distracted with the music and whatever you're doing. This morning isn't an exception.

Gwen was fully shook out of sleep upon realizing that you weren't in bed when she had grazed her hand to her right and found that you weren't there. The strong smell of bananas and butter fill her nostrils, making her turn her head towards the open door of the bedroom. You must be cooking.

She was right when she wat met with the view of you flipping pancakes, completely oblivious of her existence, the music of Weyes Blood playing loud enough for the sounds to leak out. The noise of the kettle however, is the only thing Gwen truly hears as she watches you continue cooking breakfast, back slightly leaning againts her.

"I thought you were sleeping, you looked really tired." You spoke loudly, unaware you were loud. She shook her head againts your skin. "I am tired, smelled you cooking though." She replied, grinning.

You laughed at that, tilting your head to see her face. "Well, you can go back to sleep after breakfast." You promised. Gwen opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by your quick movement to turn the kettle off as it finishes boiling.

"You making tea?" She asks. You don't respond, hands busy pouring the hot water inside two different cat eared designed mugs before adding teabags and sugar packets. "Babe." She called again.

You twist your neck back, glancing at her. "Hmm?" She shook her head slightly, a small smile filling her face. "Is that tea?" She repeats her question louder.

You nod your head vigorously. "Unless you want coffee?" She gives a quick no thank you before walking towards you to wrap her hands around you again. "Have I told you about my tea collection I had as a child?" You asked suddenly, hand finding her owns that are attached on your stomach, intertwining your fingers as you let your english breakfast tea cools down.

Gwen gives a sound of confusion as she shook her head no. "I use to have multiple fruit flavored tea bags my dad bought for me on his trip to Cameron Highlands." She had no idea what you were talking about.

"I only drank the strawberry flavored ones though, so what i did with the others is I shelved them on the glass cupboard you use to put trophies and stuff, and my mom was extremely confused." Gwen snorted and released you to be able to move the drinks on the dining table, watching you move towards the pancakes next.

"I think I'm as confused as her." She admitted. "Its a collection! Like stamps- or whatever little trinkets people like to keep to show off- I mean, who else can say they have a cupboard full of fruit flavored teabags?" You say, exasperated.

She lets out a laugh at how defensive you are, taking a seat as you present her with a flawless banana pancake. "Except the strawberry ones of course." You added hastily. "Of course."

Gwen frowns as you put a giant bottle of honey in front of her, taking a seat of your own. "Honey?" She look at you. "We're out of syrup." You tell her. "I thought you said you'd buy it last week?" You smiled at her sheepishly as you start to slather your pancake with honey. "I forgot."

The ghost-spider squints her eyes, smiling knowingly at you. "I'll buy it tomorrow." She states before diving in on her breakfast. She doesn't miss the grateful glint in your eyes as you eat your own breakfast, headphones off.

The two of you finished the food quite quickly, Gwen making exaggerated sounds of pleasure everytime she took a bite, fishing a giggle out of you. She also made sure to be the one who did the dishes, pushing you away from the sink when you tried to help.

"You know, if you keep cooking and doing these kind of stuff for me, i might just marry you soon enough." You roll your eyes, placing a kiss on her cheeks while she drys her hands. "How very romantic, don't make those kind of promises though, I'll use them againts you."

Her hands finds yours once they're dried up. She pulls up your right fist to her lips, kissing each and every finger before kissing your knuckles. "You better. Now, speaking of holding yourself againts me-" You groaned aloud, shoving her lightly as she laughs out loud at your annoyance.

"I want to go back to bed, come on." She whines, an arm around your shoulder as she drags you up onto the staircase, leading to your room.

"You're so boring." She hears you murmer to yourself, receiving a slap on your butt l, making you run headfirst into your room as you laugh at her. "I'm not boring." She growls jokingly, chasing after you.

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Indifferent Love

Gojo x Fem reader

Summary: Satoru Gojo’s life gets turned around when you declare you’ve never held any feelings for him, and an arrangement is formed so that you may live the rest of your days in peace with each other. But upon your declaration, something stirs to life inside Satoru.

A/n: I'm so sorry if none or parts of this makes don't make sense most of it was written between Sunday and yesterday with the expectation of about 4k, and I was really not myself Sunday at all. So I want to apologize for the poor writing and all the mistakes this might have.

Warnings:18+. Smut. Oral f receiving. Breeding. Vaginal Penetration. Creampies. Mating press. Prone bone. Dubcon. Fingering. Violence. Stalking.

Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine| Series Masterlist | Wc: 20k

The light pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting light throughout the living room and kitchen. On the counters, there are ingredients scattered on top of them, and mixtures spilled over. The sound of you humming echoed throughout the house along with the sound of pans clanging while you cook. 

Satoru appears out of the corner of your eyes, his hands messing with the collar of his shirt, the top two buttons undone. His hair is brushed to the side, white strands reflecting the light that comes into the room. Turning on his heels he walks into the kitchen, taking his usual seat at the counter.

"Morning," he greets, reaching for the cup of coffee you had set up earlier.

You peer at him over your shoulder, flipping the pancake in the pan, and turning around to start serving him, "Morning." You set his plate in front of him, handed him a few utensils, asking, "Sleep well?"

He nods, slicing the yoke of one of the fried eggs on his plate, "I did. What about you?"

"I did too," you reply, turning back around to finish cooking the last pancake on the stove. You serve yourself a stack of pancakes and two eggs, grabbing the bottle of maple syrup from the end of the counter. You look at Satoru, raising the bottle, "Syrup?"

"Sure," He responds, taking it from your hand and pouring it over the stack of pancakes you gave him. The syrup flows over them, dripping down the sides onto the plate beneath them, becoming slightly soggy as they absorb the liquid. You watch as he cuts into the stack with the edge of his fork, bringing the dripping pancakes to his lips. 

You watch as he chews, cutting into your plate of food, biting your tongue to not reprimand him for putting too much syrup on his food. The two of you eat in silence, listening to the soft clank of your forks and knives on the plates, and sipping your drinks. Satoru is the first to break the quiet, wiping his lips with a cloth napkin you hand him.

"Do you have any plans today?" he asks, looking at you as he lifts his cup of coffee. 

You shake your head, swallowing your food, "Not really. I was thinking of setting up the guest and spare room today and maybe going out to have lunch with Sukuna and Yuji."

He nods his head, taking another bite of his food, pointing at you with his fork as he speaks with his mouth full, "I heard you're sponsoring Yuji's scholarship. How? I don't think I've ever seen you work a day in your life."

"I am. That's because I don't. I used the money my dad would give me as an allowance," you sip from your coffee, "My dad wasn't exactly fond of the idea of me working, he's old-fashioned remember?" I think his exact words when I begged for him to let me attend college were,"- the corners of your lips curve upwards as you start to imitate your father "something like, 'A woman should take care of the house, not fill their head with nonsense.' Though I did pick up a few substitute jobs a few times."

"Substitute?"

You nod your head, not bothered by the fact your husband didn't know what you attended college for, "I went to school to become a teacher. But again, dad didn't really let me get a job at any of the schools. I would have loved it."

Satoru watches your eyes glint as you talk, the corners of your lips turning up sadly, your voice laced with longing. He clears his throat, standing up as he looks at the time on his watch, "Why don't you do it?"

You look up at him, eyebrows raised as you speak up to him, your eyes following him as he rinses his own plate, "What? Teach?"

He shrugs, walking over towards you, leaning on the island, "Yeah. I mean, it sounds like you want to, so why not? What's keeping you from doing it now? Your dad doesn't exactly live with us, and you're not living off of his money anymore, so I say you do it. I'm also not exactly the person to tell you what to do and what not to do. We signed a contract that allows us to live separate lives remember?" 

"The school year already started though," you blink at him, surprised by how supportive his being suddenly is, making you reminisce about your childhood days. 

Satoru shrugs again, "Then wait till next year, substitute meanwhile, I don't know. I don't know exactly how things were in your house, but the y/n I know would just do as she pleases. The fact that we're standing here married is proof of that. You were the one who sought me out after seven years so we could do this on our terms." 

"I guess you're right. I'll think about it," you answer, still shocked by his encouraging words. 

He glances at his watch, "Good. I have to go now or I'll be late. I'll see you later." 

Your eyes follow him as he moves toward the front door, "Okay, bye. Have a nice day."

He waves at you from the door, holding it open with his toe, "You too."

The door slams shut, the sound deafening as you find yourself alone once again. It feels as if life hasn't changed for you much, you still spend your days alone locked between four walls. Four walls that Satoru had just encouraged you to knock down, reminding you were no longer a bird kept within a cage. Reminding you of the reason you had married him in the first place. Being with him meant you had freedom outside the enclosure your father had kept you in. 

After finishing your breakfast you finish rinsing the dishes and placing them into the dishwasher before cleaning the counters of the kitchen, the tasks filling you with a bit of satisfaction. You move on to cleaning the bathrooms, lighting a candle in each of them, before finally opening the door to the spare room. 

There were boxes both yours and Satoru's on the floors, neither of you have still discussed who would get the master bedroom. Both of you still content with sharing a bed for sleep on the days outside of your sexual life. You didn't see a reason to sleep in separate beds quite yet when you still had to produce two heirs, and you were just growing accustomed to him touching you in such a way. 

Taking a deep breath before stepping into the, knowing a long morning cleaning this room awaited you. The first box your open is just towels with your and Satoru's initials monogrammed onto them that you had gotten gifted the day of your wedding. You decide to place them in the master bathroom. From there you continue to open more boxes, finding sentimental items along the way. There's an old box of baseball cards that belong to Satoru, and a doll with half its hair missing from when he had pulled a prank on you, cutting all the hair off your dolls. You find a couple of photo albums with pictures with the two of you in them; a one-year-old Satoru holding you as a newborn, the two of you holding two teeth up, empty spaces in your smiles, you even find a picture you had taken with him when he graduated high school.

He's leaning down into you, holding up a peace sign while smiling at the camera, arm tossed over your shoulder while yours is around his waist. You're both wearing wide bright smiles, and your eyes sparking with the excitement of entering adulthood. Both were unknowing of just how your lives would change in the upcoming weeks. The two of you had been close up until that point. 

Your fingers trace your smile, chest aching for that past, and for the person, you had been. Cracked but not yet broken by the cruelty of the world and your father. Back then you had a bit of hope left that everything would be okay cause you had Satoru at your side, but that quickly changed the week after he graduated.  

Sighing you look around, grabbing one of Satoru's books and shoving it between the pages to be forgotten. You turn back, setting a few photos aside to be placed in frames later to decorate the empty spaces of your home and give the feel that you and Satoru were happily married and in love. 

The stacks around you become less and less as you take out things and place them around the room as decorations, whether they be yours or your husband's. A mixed collection of your books and Satoru's decorates the bookshelves that were built into the closest wall to the door, along with a clock and globe. On the drawer, right beneath the television, you set out a few photos of your families, a vase, and a trophy with Satoru's name engraved. Boxes that still have clothes in them are taken to your bedroom. The spare sheets and covers you find our place in a closet in the hallway on the second floor, you take one though to be placed on the naked bed.

After fixing the bed, you clean all the surfaces, making sure all the dust is wiped off. Your house duties don't end there because then you find yourself sweeping and mopping the entire penthouse, bitterly wondering when help would be hired as you weren't fully accustomed to doing this much labor. By the time lunchtime rolls around all you want to do is a shower and lay on the couch, but a text from Sukuna reminds you still have things to do.

Pushing yourself off the floor you change out of the clothes you're wearing, changing out of the sweats and oversized t-shirt you had opted to clean in for a blazer and white satin shirt; you pick a random pair of black dress pants and some flats, clipping your hair up before heading out the door.

You head out the door, the balls of your feet aching from being on your feet all morning, and your belly grumbling for food. The drive to the restaurant you agreed to meet is short, you could have walked if your feet didn't hurt.

When you walk into the restaurant, Sukuna and Yuji are already sitting at one of the tables. Yuji's back is turned to you, and he's slouched forward, his fingers spinning the straw of his drink around in the glass as Sukuna talks while sitting up straight, elbows resting at the end of the table as he speaks while moving his hands. Even from afar, you can see the girl family resembles from their pink hair to the curve of their noses and their jaws. The only thing keeping them from being confused as twins are the hard line on Sukuna's face and the broadness of his shoulders, taking up much of the room in the small corner table they're seated at. 

"Can I help you ma'am?" the host, a tall man with blond hair, asks, walking behind the desk, eyeing up and down.

"Yes, there's a reservation under l/n, I believe two of my party are already here."

You watch as he clicks a few buttons on his screen, grabbing a menu, "Yes ma'am, let me take you to your table." The man leads you back to the table, Sukuna looking up from his conversation with Yuji, a smile spreading on his face as he stands to greet you. "Here we are, can I get you anything to drink while you're served comes?"

"Um, just a peach ice tea, please," your respond, placing a kiss on Sukuna's cheek before sitting down next to Yuji. The host walks away with a quick nod, leaving you alone with the two men. "Sorry for being late, I was cleaning, \and time got away from me."

"You're fine, we haven't been waiting long," Sukuna responds sitting back down.

You look over the menu, tapping on it as you decide on something quickly, your stomach turning with hunger, "That's good."

 "How are you liking the apartment? I haven't really seen you since I showed it to you," Sukuna asks.

"It's become quite cozy, the swimming pool is fantastic, I swear I could spend all day in it if I could. Though in the three months we've been living there, I just now managed to empty out all the boxes," you respond, turning to Yuji, "What about you? How's school? I heard last week that you made it to nationals for the track. I bet you're excited about that."

Yuji sits up straighter, shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, hostility radiating off of him, "It's been going fine, and I am."

"Well if you need anything let me know and I'll be glad to help."

He looks at you from the corner of his eye, the way he had looked at you since his brother's "accident", "I think you've helped enough. Don't you think?"

"Yuji," Sukuna warns, giving his brother a short glare. 

"Whatever," Yuji sighs heavily pushing his chair back, "I need to use the bathroom."

You and Sukuna watch as he walks away toward the back where the restrooms are. The bottom of your stomach twists as you watch the boy at one point looked up at you with twinkling eyes now look at you with such animosity. But you couldn't fault him for feeling that way towards you after everything he and Sukuna had been through.

Sukuna clears his throat, losing the tie around his neck, "Sorry about him. He's been acting more and more like a teenager these days, which I guess makes sense since he's sixteen."

"It's fine. I understand," you mutter turning back to look at your friend, "How have you been?"

Sukuna nods, raising his glass to drink from it, "I've been alright. Working to keep food on the table, and whatnot." He peers at you over the rim of his glass, pursing his lips, "How's your married life going?"

"We're still married, so I guess it's going fine. We don't talk much outside of having meals together and scheduled sex."

His eyebrows raise, "You schedule your sex life?"

You nod, "I mean, the whole point of us getting married was so that our families could have an heir to the companies, and it's not like we actually like each other. So we schedule it for whenever there is a high chance of me getting pregnant."

"Wow, rich people sure have some weird customs," He teases.

"Shut up," you smile, "If you were married to someone you didn't love, you would probably do the same thing."

"That's the thing, I wouldn't marry someone I didn't love," he replies, turning his glass on the table, "but I have a choice on who I marry." 

The table falls silent for a second, the tense air swirling around it as you both think of the same person. You don't know if you should bring him up or not, it had been months since you last heard from him. Utahime and Shoko are careful not to bring Kenji up whenever you would get together since you returned from your honeymoon. But to say that you weren't curious about how he was would be a lie, he had been the man you had loved since you were twenty-one. Had taken up space in your heart for three years. 

You clear your throat, looking behind you to make sure Yuji was still in the bathroom and that one else was listening, muttering, "Have you seen him?"

Sukuna shakes his head, "Not since we last talked." 

"Do you think he's okay?" you whisper, a waiter approaching your table.

"I can't say. I hope that he is," Sukuna looks at you with worried eyes, the corners of his lips turned down, "for your sake mostly." 

The waiter reaches your table, setting a glass of tea on the table and pulling out a notepad.

"Hello, I'm Jace, and I will be your server this afternoon. What can I get you to order?"

"I'll just the chicken today," you answer, anxiously waiting for them to leave so you could continue your conversation before Yuji returned. Sukuna orders for them both while you stare at the glass of tea, watching as the condensation drips down the sides, wondering what Kenji was up to.

It was unlike him to completely disappear like this. Even during you're arguments where you didn't talk for days, and the times you had been close to breaking up, Kenji always stayed in contact with your friends. But to now hear that Sukuna who he had been the closest to, hadn't heard from him made you panic a little. 

The waiter eventually leaves, and you adjust yourself in your chair, clearing your throat, "Do you think you could try to check up on him?"

"I have," Sukuna answers, glancing behind you, "I went to his apartment and the penthouse you use to rent, and nothing. I can't find him anywhere. I even tried the hospital and no one tells me anything. Does Shoko not know anything about him? They work together don't they?"

You shake your head, "She doesn't bring him up. And why did you go to the old penthouse? Why would he be there?"

Sukuna swallows, "I guess I didn't tell you did I? But Kenji started renting it soon after you stopped leasing it. I don't know what he's been doing with it, but when I asked security when I stopped by they said no one had been there in weeks. I hope your not mad, that I didn't tell you, I just figured you wouldn't want to know."

You shrug your shoulders, "No you're fine. I understand. Plus it's not like you can just go around telling people your client's business. And it's not any of my concern whether he's living there or not. We're not a thing anymore."

Sukuna gives you a sad smile, looking over your shoulder at Yuju who is returning to the table. His return makes the atmosphere even more awkward as he ignores you, and your mind is elsewhere far away from the conversation Sukuna attempts to start to ease the tension. You are grateful when it finally ends and you give your goodbyes, standing by the doors and watching Yuji get into the car first. 

Sukuna stays behind, looking around the crowd as if sensing someone's eyes. "I know I said this last time," he starts, looking over your head, "but be careful. Kenji is still hurt and determined to win you back. The fact that we haven't heard from or seen him makes me more worried about your safety, I think you should let your husband know."

You turn to smile up at him, "Thank you. I'll be careful, promise, but I don't think we need to let Satoru know about any of this. Kenji wouldn't hurt me, no matter how upset he is. He's upset right now and probably just wants some time alone, I'm sure you and the girls will hear from him soon." The sound of Sukuna's car horn honking turns your attention to it, Yuji sticking his head out the window, urging Sukuna to hurry up, "I think you should get going, someone is anxious to get back to school."

"Yeah, I should," Sukuna pats the top of your head, giving you one last smile, "I'll see you around."

"See you around," you wave him off, standing for a few more minutes by the entrance before walking towards your car, and driving back home. Completely unaware of the car following you two cars behind.

~

Satoru's eyes sting as he stares at the screen of his computer, reading over the tiny font of the report that had been emailed to him over an hour ago. The morning at the office already seemed to have dragged on much longer than usual, as soon as he had walked in through the office doors, Yuna had set up a conference call with potential investors from another country, the meeting dragging on for three hours before they were able to reach a stopping point. Afterward, having to read over recent emails, which seemed to be dragging on well after noon.

Which reminded he still had to take a lunch break after responding to the current email he was reading. Or at least send Yuna out to bring him something from the cafeteria. He thinks about you while scanning over the last paragraph, about how you had probably already eaten and were at home either reading over while spread on the couch like you would during the weekends. Ignoring the unpleasant feeling he feels when he thinks about the person you would be having lunch with, unsure of how you felt towards the pink-haired man or how he felt about you. 

He leans back in his chair, clicks the reply button on his screen, and presses the button that calls for his secretary, the doors opening not a second later. Yuna steps up to the desk, holding a vanilla folder in her arms, and speaks when he turns his attention to her, "You called sir?"

"Yes, I need you to go get me something to eat, it seems I'll likely be here late tonight again going over emails and reports. I don't have time to take lunch so just bring me something from the cafeteria and a coffee from the little shop across the street." He sighs, sitting back up to start typing on his computer.

Yuna remains standing in front of him, clearing her throat, "I'm sorry sir, but I won't be able to do that. You're father just asked me to inform you that he would like to have lunch with you. He'll be having lunch in about fifteen minutes and would like for you to join him in his office."

Satoru looks up at her, raising an eyebrow, "Did he give another reason?"

Yuna shakes her head, "No, sir."

"Okay. Let him know I'll be there," he replies turning back to his screen, "and please have that coffee here by the time we finish eating, please. I'm going to need a few coffee breaks if I'm spending most of my night here trying to finish this."

"That I can do sir," she smiles, nodding before walking out of the door. 

The next fifteen minutes pass by quicker than the morning did, and soon he's standing up, groaning as he stretches his long limbs before heading out his office door. Yuna is seated at her desk, answering her own emails, taking calls, and scheduling future meetings. Satoru pauses at the head of her desk, tapping his long fingers on the surface as he waits for her to finish the conversation she's having.

As soon as she hangs up, he speaks, leaning back on his heels, "After you leave the coffee I asked for on my desk, have a long lunch. It's been a long hectic morning for the two of us and one of us deserves to have a break for a bit." 

Yuna doesn't bother arguing back, knowing her boss would be stubborn, and that rejecting his offer would be a mistake made only by a fool. She gives him a smile and curt nod, responding with a, "Yes, sir."

When Satoru shows up at his father's office, the secretary isn't there to greet him and let him, so he knocks on the door. The sound of shuffling travels through the door before his dad opens the door, looking a bit disheveled, "Son, come in. The food's not here yet, but Komi should be back with it soon."

Satoru steps in, eyes the scattered papers and books all over the room, "Is that why she isn't at her desk?" 

"Yeah, she went out to get us some takeout from that little place your mom loves, the one with the bowls," Satoru's father motions with his hands before bending down to clean up the mess on his table and make room for them to eat.

Satoru does the same and starts to gather a few papers, glancing over them, "You seem busy today. The whole office does actually."

"Well yeah, it's been a few crazy weeks with having to the quarter ending soon, and the new projects we getting ready to announce. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't at least try to have lunch together, especially since I don't see you as often apart from our Saturday dinners."

Satoru hands his father the stack of papers in his hand, "Yeah, things have been busy lately. How's mom, by the way, I haven't heard from her in all week."

"Oh, she's fine, busy with her own life. You know organizing her charities, running the women's association, having tea or whatever with her friends. Sometimes I'm surprised we even get to see each other, feels like we haven't even been married for thirty-something years you know?" His father groans as he sits down on the couch with his head resting on the back, "What about you? How's y/n? Are you both enjoying the new penthouse?"

Satoru sits adjacent to him, resting his elbows on his spread knees, "We've been fine. It's like we're living different lives. She stays home, cleans, cooks, and is usually in bed by the time I get home. I think we enjoy having a space of our own, I think she likes it more than me." 

"Little early to be living different lives, should be living the honeymoon phase still, though I guess it's to be expected since you haven't seen each other in years." He sighs, sitting straight up, looking at his son, "A lot of people change once they turn eighteen and become adults, y/n is no exception to that, you'll both have to get to know each other again."

Satoru nods and looks up at his dad, picking some lint from the couch, "Did you know she wanted to be a teacher?" 

His dad nods, "I think Daisuke mentioned it once, but she never did start teaching after graduating. Daisuke can be a bit old-fashioned when it comes to his daughter, reason why he was the one who brought up this arranged marriage. Telling me that he would be more comfortable if his daughter married someone he knew would take care of her. I mostly think it was also because he wanted a son-in-law to take over the station when he retires."

"Why wouldn't he want y/n to take over? She seems plenty capable given the right guidance."

"Again, her father is an old-fashioned man."

"What about you? You agreed to this arranged marriage, does that make you old-fashioned like him?"

Satoru's dad pauses for a minute, looking at his son, "I guess in a way it does, but I didn't necessarily agree 'cause I agree with what he's doing. If I hadn't he might have married y/n off to someone who wouldn't have treated her with the respect she deserves." His dad reaches to move a coaster on the table, "And unlike y/n you got an option to opt out, which I hoped you would after seven long years, and maybe she'd get the chance to meet and marry someone she wanted. I hoped you would make a choice that would make you happy, and not because you thought it would make me and your mother happy. This marriage wasn't set in stone for you the way it was for her. That you would realize no matter what happened in the past, you don't me, or your mother anything,"

"I owe you both plenty. And what would you have done if he had still married her off? There are plenty of other men he could have picked from, like Naoya."

His father laughs a bit, "Yeah Naoya might have been an option if Daisuke actually liked Naobito. What's that saying," he shakes his finger in the air, "One clown can't look at another clown."

The two men laugh, a soft knock coming from his father's office door. Komi walked in a second later with food in her arms. "And I don't think y/n like Naoya very much by the way she looked at him when he danced with her out our wedding."

"I don't think she does either. Thank you, Komi," he says, taking food out from the bags as his secretary leaves, "None of that matters now though. The two of you got married, and now you will start to build your lives together. One where the two of you are happy."

Satoru reaches for one of the boxes, sighing, "Let's hope we continue to get along like we have the last three months." The two men start to eat, switching the conversation from your marriage to business. But Satoru still feels the lack of knowledge he knows about you nagging at the back of his head. A problem he hoped to fix soon.

~

It's Sunday evening when you find yourself looking over the two positive ovulation tests in the bathroom as you undress before climbing into the bathtub. Sighing as you start the long and almost torturous routine you had started in the last three months. Preparing yourself mentally and physically for a long night. You submerge yourself completely under the water, your eyes open, the soap making them sting as you force yourself to watch the air bubbles float up onto the surface. You're able to hold your breath for a solid thirty seconds before your sitting up gasping for air. You blink a couple of times, getting the water and hair out of your eyes, leaning back to relax and enjoy the moment of peace. 

You had been married for four months, almost five, and had been having intimate relations with your husband for three of those five months, yet you had to see a positive pregnancy test. You were particular about when, where, and what positions you and Satoru used, choosing the days with higher fertility, always opting for the bed and setting the right temperature, and choosing to do it in any position where you felt Satoru would reach the deepest parts of you. You even went as far as to hold your legs in the air while placing pillows at your hips to make sure his seed took. Yet you were still barren. 

Despite all the reading you had done on the difficulty to conceive a child, you were determined to fill out your contractual and marital duty. You read books on how to easily conceive by taking care of yourself, hence why you started watching what you ate, how you exercised, how you bathed, and even how you snored at night. You even tried to enjoy yourself when you and Satoru did the deed after reading that if you did it might be easier to get pregnant. It had become almost obsessive. 

You are so lost in thought, doing calculations in your head, that you don't notice the bathroom door creak open until Satoru is standing at the end of the tub, his fingers dipping into the lukewarm water.

His blue eyes find the tests on the counter, "It's that time again?" You nod and relax further into the water, the bubbles around you popping while Satoru traces over the surface of your bathwater, "This could be a little warmer," He says, looking at you through his long white lashes.

You shake your head, chin submerged in the water, "If it's too hot it could make it hard to get pregnant." 

"What if it's too cold? Does that not count?" He teases, submerging his hand beneath the water, long fingers brushing against your knees. 

"It can," you respond sitting up straighter and leaning on the edge of the tub on your arms, chin resting on the back of your hands, "but I'll get out before then."

Satoru drops to his knees next to you, nose almost bumping against yours. His blue eyes search yours while he mutters, "Your bubbles are disappearing. Is that another thing you can use too much of, sweet-smelling bubble baths?" 

"It actually is," you respond, flicking his nose with your fingers, the way it twitches afterward making you smile, "Now if you could leave so I can wash in peace, and get started to get ready since I'll only be ovulating today and tomorrow." 

"God, you're so bossy," he taunts, rubbing the tip of his nose with his fingers, "I'll go get naked for you." He yelps when you splash him with you're quickly cooling water, standing up quickly to get undressed in the bedroom while you finish your bath. 

A few minutes pass before the distinguishable sound of the blow-dyer travels out into the bedroom. You stare at yourself in the mirror while you dry your hair, noting that your skin was shining a bit more and that you didn't look as tired. Putting your hair dyer down you look at yourself from every angle you can in the mirror, scrutinizing every part of your face before stepping back and letting the towel fall at your feet. 

You stand before yourself, eyes scanning the upper part of your body. From the way your breast rest on your chest to the color of your nipples, and their size. You run your hand over the sides of your waist and hips, pinching the fat on your hips. The tips of your fingers find the scars on your ribcage before it finds the large more visible one that runs from the top of your ribs to just below your elbow, the one that Satoru had seen the first night. The jagged texture makes you want to climb out of your skin as your mind is flooded with the sound of broken glass. You had been considered lucky that you had only gotten this a reminder of the day. 

Letting out a sight you wrap yourself back in the towel, tucking the end of the towel beneath your armpit, and reaching to spray the perfume you had found the other day while shopping. A sweet floral scent that has you humming as you spray it onto your wrist to dab behind your ears. 

You walk out into the bathroom finding Satoru sitting at the end of the bed in a pair of boxers, hunched over his phone. Walking into the room you climb onto the bed, finding a comfortable spot in the center. Satoru looks behind him to see you situating yourself like every other time.

"Should we get started then?" You ask, laying back on the bed, towels still wrapped around your body. You stare up at the ceiling feeling the bed shift as Satoru gets on, his knees positioned inside of your legs.

"I guess so," he mumbles back. And so begins the usual monotonous routine of your sexual relationship. Satoru makes his way up your legs, fingers kneading the flesh, and his tongue tasting as much of you as he can before he reaches the sweet warmth in between your legs. In the three months since the start of you're sexual intimacy, Satoru had eaten you out the six times you had had sex, but you had yet to return the favor. Not that he seemed to mind that you hadn't given him a blowjob yet. The sensation of his tongue on your skin always managed to start the fire in the pit of your belly, making you shift uncomfortably in his hold.

Gasps of his name slip past your lips as the tip of the wet muscles circles your swelling clit. There was a difference between the way Satoru would eat you out and what you had experienced more. The warmth of his tongue along your folds always had you craving more. 

You let out a choked moan, body arching off of the bed as laps at your entrance. His tongue teases your clenching whole while his nose bumps against your swollen clit. You don't understand why he insists on doing this, even with the uncomfortable stretch of his cock, you would rather he just used to the lube from your bedside drawer. "Too much," you mumble squirming in his hold as you feel your stomach tighten, your inner thighs getting coated in slick. 

"Just cum once on my tongue," Satoru hums, moving his lips upwards to encircle your swollen clit, nipping at it before gently sucking it into his lips. 

Your hand instinctively reaches down to grab his hair, tugging on the soft white strands as a shiver of pleasure travels down your spine. Withering above him the towel that had been wrapped around you starts to become loose, falling apart and exposing you to the coolness of the room. Your nipples harden when the cold air brushes against them, goosebumps appearing on your skin despite how hot you feel. Satoru's hands travel up your torso, fingers finding the hardened buds and tweaking.

"You taste so good," he mutters, burying his face deeper in your cunt. You can feel him humming into you, his tongue spreading your slick and spit across your folds, the bridge of his nose bumping against your swollen nub,

"I'm going to cum," you warn, tugging on his hair, and pulling him closer. The corners of your eyes start to water, and pleasure overwhelms your body. The knot in the bottom of your stomach is twisting, close to snapping, and the pressure in your ears starts to grow, drowning out the sounds of the running ac and squelching sounds your cunt makes as your suck on your clit.

He pulls away from you for a moment, glancing up as he runs a finger along your slit, pressing down on your clit with his finger. The bottom half of his face gleams in the moonlight, covered in your juices. "Cum on my tongue then," Satoru huffs, wrapping and running his tongue down to your neglected hole, moving his tongue into the warmth of your pussy. That's when you fall apart on at the seams.

You shake in his hold, his hands pushing your thighs up towards your belly, helping you ride out your orgasm on his tongue. Your nails dig into his scalp as your body arches off of the bed, a string of loud moans and wails bouncing off the walls as you release all over his face. 

Your body is still buzzing as he travels up your body, spreading your legs over his thighs. He massages your quivering thighs, thumbs digging into the soft plush flesh. "You okay?" He asks, looking down at you with lust-blown eyes, grinding the hardness pressed against the material of his pants on your soaked folds.

You nod your head, reaching down to tug the waistband of his pants down, "I'm fine. That was just a little more...intense than normal."

"You sure?" he says through his teeth, your hand wrapping around his cock, stroking the shaft steadily, "We can stop if you want. We don't have to do this."

You run your thumb over the pink head, gather his pre, and spread it on the rest of his length. "I said I'm fine. I'm only ovulating a till tomorrow, this is the only time we can do this."

He opens his mouth to argue further, but the words get stuck in the back of his throat as he watches you spit in the palm of your hand and reach down to rub his length more. His head drops back, moans falling from his lips as he feels your smaller hand glide up and down his length. Twisting on the way up and back down. Your warm hand feels good wrapped around him, your fingers barely wrapping around the entire girth. It's the first time you've ever touched him, and he wants to enjoy it as much as he can.

He feels you shifting beneath him, the heat of your cunt emitting off of it. He looks down when he feels the warmth of your slicked cunt on the underside of his cock, biting his bottom lip as he watches you glide the head along your folds, covering it in your juices. The picture of you doing it is erotically divine, your face flustered and drool seeping out the corners of your eyes, and eyes still dazed and watery from your first climax. Satoru feels the need to ravish and ruin you completely. 

Pushing your hand out of the way, he holds himself at the base, gathering both your wrists in his hands, and holding them over your head. He taps the head against your clit, before sliding down to your entrance, slowly pushing into your tight warm walls.

Your mouth falls open, legs spreading further to accommodate him between your thighs. Satoru is by no means big, just long enough for the head of his cock to kiss your cervix and thick enough to stretch you out satisfactorily. The bed shifts as he finds a more comfortable position with your legs pressed to his side, the heels of your feet digging into the dip of his back. The movement causes the head of his cock to brush against your g-spot, your walls fluttering and gushing around him. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, uttering out of breath, "Fuck, you feel so good." His hips rolled into yours slowly, waiting for you to adjust to him. 

You stare up at the ceiling, breathing heavily and letting out short whines when you feel the tip of Satoru's cock brush against your soft spongy spot. Trying to concentrate on enjoying the feeling of your body buzzing with pleasure, and not on thinking of this as a duty. But it doesn't come easy once Satoru starts moving his hips, your mind insists on thinking of another person who made your heart ache. 

The shifts beneath you shift with every thrust of his hips, his breath fanning over your earlobe as he huffs and moans. Your nipples brush against his chest as you move up and down, your legs wrapped around his waist and wrists secured in his hands. The occasional moan from you slips when the head of his manhood kisses the entrance of your cervix, small jolts of pain making the situation slightly uncomfortable. But you wouldn't let him know that knowing that it was likely he would stop if he knew he was hurting when you had a duty to fulfill. Instead, you squirm beneath him until the discomfort turns somewhat more pleasurable. The tears slip from the corner of your eyes.

You look turn to your head to rest on the side of his, groaning when his fingers come down to toy with your clit, slurring out of breath, "Feels good." Your eyes are dazed, shining as you feel your brain start to go foggy with every bump and drag of his length. It's almost criminal how quickly Satoru can get you to fall apart beneath him, that you forget the slight pang of guilt for enjoying the way he fucks you that forms in the pit of your belly. 

"Yeah, you feel good?" he breathes directly into your ear, "You say that every time we do this -fuck- and yet you only insist on doing it when you are fertile."

You can't form a coherent thought in your head, losing your focus on the ceiling, senses overcome with everything that was Satoru Gojo. The faint scent of his cologne, body wash, and sweat all fill your nose, sticking to your skin and leaving traces of his smell on you. The weight of his body on top of yours, lean muscles pressed to your soft body. The warmth of his breath spreading on your skin, making you feel even hotter. There's the drag of his cock as he hits parts that you hadn't even known existed until he showed you they were there. You can't think of anything that isn't Satoru Gojo right now.

Lost to the tightening knot of pleasure in your belly, you barely register Satoru letting go of your wrists, his hand finding the back of your thighs, so that he can push your legs up towards your chest, feeling even deeper inside.

"T-too deep," you cry, reaching between your bodies and pressing on his navel. 

He shifts his position again, his forehead resting on yours, breath mixing with one another. It feels more intimate than anything else, more intimate than you and Satoru were. "Just a little longer, almost there, promise." He groans, moving his hips back again and trusting into you, resetting his steady pace. 

Neither if you stop looking at each other as he moves. His lips brush against yours as he gulps air into his lips, his thighs starting to tremble against the curve of your ass, and his cock twitching in your cunt. He becomes sloppy with his movements his release nearing with every thrust of his hips. He inhales your breath, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing in the sweet scent of the perfume you used, the fragrance filling his nose. There's a ringing in your ear as you pushed closer and closer to the edge of your second orgasm, and your entire body feels as if it's about to snap.

And much like every other time, cum without warning. Your body curving off the bed, juices coating yours and Satoru's thighs and pelvis. Satoru helping you ride it out before he spills into you as your walls constrict around him. He fucks his cum as deep as he can, feeling the spurts paint your fluttering walls as he does. Your leg shakes against his hip, your body arching up and nails leaving scratches on his chest, as you cum all over his cock.

The two of you breathe by the time he stops, your bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat. He collapses on top of you, dropping your legs onto the cum and sweat-soaked mattress, rubbing small circles on the outside of your thigh. Both of you are quiet as the buzzing in your brains stop, his cock still nestled deep inside you. Something shifts this time though, cause Satoru recovers much faster than other times, pushing his weight off your body and sitting on the back of his calves, looking down at your blissed-out face. Getting hard again while still inside you, something you catch on to before he does.

"You're getting hard again," you groan, lifting your arm up to cover your face, your limbs feeling heavy. 

Satoru blinks a couple of times, looking down at where you are still connected, swallowing the spit in the back of his throat. "Sorry," he responds, drawing his eyebrows together when he feels you clench around him, a mixture of your cum and his dripping out around him, he rolls his hips instinctively in an attempt to push it back in. "Think we could go one more time?" He asks, leaning his body over yours again.

You look at him from under your arm, blinking a few times, "I don't know. I'm pretty tired out." 

"You don't have to do anything. I'll do all the work," He swallows thinking of a quick excuse to convince you to say yes," I can't go to bed like this...and maybe doing twice will increase our chances of you getting pregnant."

You bite your button lip while looking up at him, thinking it over, before nodding. "Fine, but don't try anything weird."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he responds, sitting back up on his knees, "Gonna turn you over." 

"Why?" You ask, your body all read being flipped, his cock leaving your pussy.

"Cause I like it this way," Satoru responds, putting both his knees on either side of your body, "Just lay on your stomach, that's all you have to do."

"Okay," you mutter, feeling your asscheeks get spread apart, "you're not gonna...are you?"

"No," Satoru answers, "I see you ever being into that, so I wouldn't even try to do something if it makes you comfortable," he slides his cock along your folds, catching at the entrance of your pussy, "There we go."

He starts to push in, dropping down to the palm of his hands as he slowly stretches you on his cock again. You jump when you feel his lips press in between your shoulder blades, leaving kisses across your shoulders, his hips shallowly moving. His balls slapping against your clit. 

Satoru's chest is pressed to your back, chin resting on the top of your head. He buries his nose in your hair slowly losing himself to the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him. Wet sounds fill the room once more, and your brain starts to feel like mush as Satoru fucks you from behind. Your body moves along the sheets, and your face ends up buried in them as you gasp for air. The knot in the pit of your belly forming again. 

Above you, Satoru starts to mutter incoherent sentences, one slurring into the other as he becomes drunk on the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. 

You can hear the sound of skin slapping on the skin above his grunts and the ringing in your ears. You know that neither of you will last much longer after the intense orgasm you both experienced earlier. In fact, you were surprised that Satoru had managed to recover quicker than you as he was the first to usually fall asleep afterward. 

"Gonna cum again," you moan, raising your head up to look at the bed frame. 

Satoru grunts his hips faltering when you suddenly clench around him. "So soon?" he teases as if he was faring better than you. 

"Huh," you slur your chin being lifted back, so he could look into your lust-glossed eyes.

"God, your so pretty," He mutters before pressing his lips to yours, running his tongue along yours. The back of your neck aches, but you find yourself enjoying the kiss despite it, your tongue tangling itself with his. His pace starts to sputter, thighs quivering against your thighs every single time his hips meet your ass and his length twitching. He continues to talk as he slides in and out of your cunt, his voice stifled and shaky, "Gonna cum. Gonna fill your pretty little pussy up. Gonna give you a baby, I'm going to make you the prettiest mommy." 

Satoru cums first, groaning loudly into your mouth, his hips stopping against your ass. The warmth of his seed spreads along your walls pushing you into your own release.

"Oh my god," you moan, your entire body trembling underneath him. You can feel his cum dribbling out, dripping down onto the expensive sheets of your bed, sheets that you would have to clean tomorrow.

The two of you remain still for a few moments, catching your breaths before Satoru pulls out and collapses beside you. His chest still rises and falls laboriously, his voice strained, "You good?"

You nod, lifting yourself up on shakey arms, and moving around on the bed, "I'm good. You?" 

Satoru watches as you position your legs against the headboard, putting two pillows underneath your hips as you had every time for the last three months. You press your knees together and lay back down on the bed, raising your legs up and resting them on the wall, your hair spread out on the soiled sheets. Not that you were too worried about as you would shower as soon as you were sure his seed would take. 

"I'm good," he huffs out, raising himself higher on the bed so his head rests on an actual pillow. There's a slight ache in his chest as he watches you repeat the same routine, not allowing yourself to enjoy the blissful state of having just cum for the third time in a night and treating having sex with him as a chore. It makes him feel slightly used and dirty. As if he doesn't matter to you, which after all the conversations you had had with him was probably the case. Which makes him slightly angry at you for using him for your personal gain, and bitter because he wanted to have sex outside of when you wanted. 

"Don't you get tired of it?" Satoru asks to the ceiling, the moonlight glistening on his sweat-covered chest.

"Of what?"

"The routine of it all. The scheduled sex, the not eating something cause of the hormone imbalances it may cause, the cold baths, the everything of it all." 

You mull over his question for a bit, fixing the pillow beneath it your butt, and straightening out your legs against the bedframe. You finally respond after a few minutes of long silence, "I don't. Why? Do you?"

Satoru turns to look at you, blue eyes searching your face, "I do actually. I don't think anyone is meant to live like this. Wouldn't you want to have sex outside of our usual routine? Be a real couple?"

"We aren't a real couple," you whisper, bringing your legs down and sitting on the bed, hovering over his face, "We don't exist outside of this, Satoru. We are individuals who just happen to be married because it benefits the both of us in the end." 

Satoru blinks up at you, "I get that, but we are still married, won't it also be normal for us to have sex outside of this?"

"Again, we aren't a normal couple. We have a marital and contractual duty to fulfill. Outside of this fake marriage and the contract we both signed, we are not an item. We are accessories to one another. You say you understand that, but the way your talking makes it seem like you don't."

Eyebrows scrunch up together, and he slides up to rest on his elbows, voice rising and losing the calm tone he had been talking to you in, "I get all of that, okay. I get that you don't love me, that you barely even care for me. That to you all of this is just for show to keep you from thinking about all of your daddy issues and to get away from him for whatever reason. But I am tired of simply the repetitiveness of this relationship."

Your jaw tightens and you glare at him, clenching the sheets wrapped around you, "This isn't a relationship! And if you wanted a relationship you could've married one of your whores!" 

"Maybe I should have! Would have been a lot better than marrying you!" he yells, standing up from the bed with sheets wrapped around his waist, "Definitely would have been more fulfilling than sleeping with someone who's a prude, a control freak, and the most boring person on the planet!"

"I might be a freaking prude and boring, but at least I'm not some manwhore who can't keep it in his pants when he's already engaged!"

His jaw is set hard, clenching and unclenching, "at least my parents loved me enough to give me the choice of marrying you. Yours didn't see you as a loveable enough person that they had to arrange this whole marriage, and had to wait seven years just to finally get rid of you," he leans down close to your face, his breath mixing with yours, "I didn't marry you because you offered me that dumb contract, I married you cause I pitted you."

The world stops for a second, your heart thumps against your ribs as his last sentence repeats over in your head in the span of a few seconds. The corners of your eyes sting as the tears start to form and fall down the curves of your cheeks. Satoru's expression soon switches from one of anger to one of regret as he watches you lose your composure for the first time in his life. The edges of your eyes are already turning a bright red, and the watery gaze of your eyes reflects the light that pours in through the windows. Satoru opens his lips to apologize, but it's too late, his words hit a mark he didn't even know he was aiming for.

"Leave," you huff out, voice shaking as you grab his pillow and start hitting him with it, forcing him to back away from the bed. You follow him, gripping the sheets around your body as you force him out of the bedroom, smacking him with the pillow after every word, "Leave! Leave! Leave! I. Don't. Need. You. Or. Your. Pity." By the time you're pushing him out the door the tears won't stop falling and there's a knot lodged in your throat, and guilt gnawing at him, "I never asked for your pity. If anyone here should be pitted it's you! Cause I might be unloveable, but you, Satoru Gojo, will die alone. Because no matter how many people you surround yourself with none of them truly care about who you are and what you stand for!"

The door slams in his face, leaving the both of you alone on separate sides of the door. You cry as his words replay over and over in your head because even after experiencing the love of many people, it still hurt to hear that you would never be loved by your parents the way parents should love their children. On the other side, Satoru stands with his hands keeping the sheets secured around his waist, and apologies on the tip of his tongue.

 ~

You move around idly in the kitchen, making sure the robe stays secured around your waist as you prepare breakfast for two, the house feeling unnecessarily cold even with the stove and oven on. Your eyelids feel heavy and swollen, and your bones ache as you move around. You think that if you had any self-restraint you would have let Satoru starve this morning, but the grumbling of your tummy half an hour after your alarm went out forced you to drag yourself out of bed. 

Luckily when you had gotten up the door to the spare room was closed shut tightly, no sound traveling through the door. You assumed Satoru was still asleep, and moved past the door and down the stairs, in just your robe. It was probably the first time in your life that you weren't put together before leaving the comfort of your room. The first time in a while that you allowed yourself to look like you felt. You caught a view of yourself in the reflection of one of the pans. Your hair was sticking up on the sides, and your eyes were bloodshot. Your nose, eyes, and lips were swollen.

Rubbing your eyes, you flip over one of the eggs, the sound of feet coming down the stairs causing you to turn. You see the bottom of Satoru's legs coming down. You turn your head away, feeling your anger start to bubble. Keeping your head tilted toward the sound of where he's coming from listening as he reaches the bottom of the steps, pausing to look around the room, and then continuing toward the kitchen once more. You keep your back turned to him when he enters, the sound of his feet stopping at the edge of the island. His eyes burn holes in the back of your head as he waits for you to turn and acknowledge him. The seconds pass slowly, and you don't turn around, serving two plates of food.

"You're really not going to talk to me?" Satoru asks, receiving no response, "I tried to apologize, but you didn't let me. I didn't mean what I said." Still nothing, the plates clank on the island. "y/n please, we're married, fake or not, we still married, and ignoring each other isn't going to fix this."

"And talking to you while I'm angry isn't either," you shoot back, glaring at him through your lashes, "Now eat." 

Satoru pulls his plate closer to him, grabbing the fork you placed on it and breaking the yoke of the fried egg, watching as it spills onto the plate. You turn over and take out the cinnamon buns you had placed in the oven when you first woke up and set them between you and Satoru before sitting across from him. 

You both eat in silence, letting the seconds tick by. Satoru watches you eat while you look out the windows of the living room. He gulps down the last bite of his food, pushing the plate away from him, but he doesn't stand up which makes you curious as to why he hasn't left.

"Don't you have work?" you ask, raising your cup of tea up to your lips.

"I can go in later today, Yuna got the morning off and I really can't function with her, so I have time." He leans on the counter, "I know you're angry with me y/n, but I'm trying to apologize for the things I said, and fix things. And you aren't letting me." He says.

"I'm still ovulating," you tell him, "you want to make it up to me, then keep your end of the deal."

"Really? Even after the fight, we had last night," Satoru asks, his looking at you with wide eyes.

You run inside your mouth, making a popping sound with your lips, "Look Satoru, we have an arrangement, a contract we both signed, you might need to go and read it again. But this is our duty to each other, to have sex when I'm the most fertile, anything outside of this arrangement would need to involve emotions. Emotions that I don't, and will likely never, feel for you." You stand and walk around the table, standing in front of him, "You want sex outside of this marriage, whenever you want, then do your job and get me pregnant, 'cause quite frankly I'm tired of you touching me."

You see his face shift through a string of emotions, his lips forming a thin line. His jaws clench and unclench, while he stares down at you. You can't read what his thinking for a moment you think he might attempt to walk out, not that you would actually hold it against him when you didn't want him to touch you at this moment.

"Fine," He finally responds standing up from the stool, his entire body looming over your body. 

His lips meet yours, tongue licking your bottom lip asking you to let him in. You comply with a moan, slipping your tongue against his. It’s a heated wet kiss with the spit that’s coming out of the corners of your mouth, and Satoru’s fingers tangled in an attempt to deepen it, leading you towards the couch. It’s not long before he’s groaning into the kiss, the back of your knees meeting the edge of the couch, where he pushes you back gently, never stopping his lips from moving against yours.

Gojo’s hands roam along your body, untying the knot tied around your waist, the robe falling open to expose your bare chest to him. He bends down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Nngh,” you moan as his hot tongue swirls around one of your buds, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands come from resting on his shoulders and into his hair pulling him in further into your chest. Biting on your bottom lip when he looks up at you while sucking on your nipple. Gojo switches to your other breast, a string of saliva still connecting him to your other nipple. "Just get over with," you tell him, reaching down to undo the clasp of his pants.

“So demanding,” he looks down at you, bringing his lips back down to your nipple, "but I'm not going to do this my way." Satoru starts moving his lips down to your neck and backs down to your breast, where he nips at the skin between them. Gojo moves his fingers in between your thighs, spreading the slick along your lips. His fingers rub tight circles on your nub. You start to grind down on his fingers, your own weaving into his hair.

Satoru kisses down your torso, pushing your legs over his shoulders and hooking his fingers. He pulls you down to the edge of the couch, bending forward till he’s looking directly at your entrance.

Heat starts pooling between your legs, your head going fuzzy from just having a kiss along your inner thighs. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it gently. With his lips still attracted to your bud, his fingers pinch your lips together massaging them against each other. Your hand comes down to grab onto his wrist wanting him to just finish quickly so all this could end.

Settling between your open legs, Satoru presses a soft kiss to the space between your thigh and mound before teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your back arches off the couch, eyes pinched shut as you fight to hold in a loud moan that comes out as a puff of air. Satoru’s tongue slides along your folds, the tip circling your opening. You can hear the sound of slurping coming from between your thighs. Satoru’s lips enclosed around your clit, gently sucking on it as his fingers prod at your pussy.

The back of your hand slams into your mouth, attempting to block the loud moan you let out when Satoru sinks two fingers into your heat. Satoru does not give you time to accommodate the stretch of his long fingers, tentatively curving them upwards. His blue eyes glance up at you, his pants growing tighter when he sees your face twisted in pure euphoria that only he can pull from you. 

He watches you heave, watching the curves of your breasts rise and fall as he moves his tongue against you, relishing the small satisfied hums you let out. His tongue gathers your juices and spreads them along your folds, trying to get you to finish as quickly as he can.

His tongue circles your clit, lips wrapping around it to suck on it, pulling it between his teeth. His hands keep you spread for him, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs, your hand reaching up to pull on his hair when he starts to lap at your clenching hole. The warm muscle pushes into the warm heat of your pussy, taking all it can from you, as he quickly builds up your orgasm. He wants to savor you, relish the taste of you on his tastebuds. The bridge of his nose bumping on your clit, fingers finding it to help your release sooner

"We need to hurry," you mumble, glancing at the clock on the table beneath the television, squirming in his tight hold. Warmth spreads along your body once more, white flashing behind your squeezed eyes, and the knot forming from the sensation of his tongue, quickly starts to loosen, "I'm going to cum."

 Your body curves upwards, legs trembling around Aki/s head as your release coats his chin. There's no ringing in your ears or wave after wave of pleasure, but you still find your body buzzing from the simulation and your first orgasm.

He pushes himself off the couch, lifting your legs over his waist. Pulling the waistband of his pants and boxers down and pressing a quick kiss to your knee, he praises you, "Just let yourself actually enjoy this for once, y/n." - he lowers himself down a bit, pressing the length of his cock between your thighs, smiling when you squirm and mumble out his name.

He sinks himself deeper into your burning heat, your walls clenching around him. Satoru knows he won’t last long when he tries to move his hips only to feel how tight you’re wrapped around him. But it matters how long he lasts when he doesn’t have much time. He moves his hips into yours, his cock brushing against your soft spot.

Satoru pulls his hips back and thrusts into you, moving your legs to rest on his forearms, the squeeze and warmth of your slick walls making him want to come on the spot. He leans forward, pressing his forehead on yours while his hands find purchase on your hips, guiding you down on his cock with every one of his thrusts, "If you want a baby that badly I'll give you one," he groans.

He can already feel the knot forming in the bottom of his stomach, your walls pulling him in, and your nails digging into his back. He almost feels guilty for cumming so quickly, but he can't help himself when the taste of your juices still coats the inside of his mouth - he wonders if you can taste yourself in his spit- and your walls are so warm and slick. He roughly thrusts in and out of you, moving your body up and down on the couch, the head hitting your cervix each time. He looks down at you to find your tongue sticking out between your teeth, keeping your moans hidden from him, something that seems to displease him. His fingers can circle your clit. "I'm about to cum,” he warns you, thrusting faster into you, the sound of the skin of skin echoing throughout the house. A strangled moan leaves Satoru’s lips as he releases inside you. The feeling of his cum inside has the knot snapping, and your eyes fully go white with pleasure, you repeat his name over and over as you let go. Your heavy breathing bounces off the walls as you come down from the euphoric feeling that courses throughout your body. With your body still tingling you pull Satoru out of you, a mixture of your cum and his spilling onto the floor before letting your body fall back on the couch. You nudge your nose into Satoru’s neck, breathing in the scent of his skin. Your stomach turns and you feel uncomfortable beneath him. You slide out from under him, retying your robe, "We can talk about having sex outside of what we currently do later." You get up and leave him alone, going up to your bedroom to take a bath and get ready for the rest of the day.

~

"You're late," Suguru greets when Satoru walks in through his office doors, Yuna hot on his heels, "Fun morning I'm imagining."

"Shut up," Satoru growls, tossing his jacket on the back of his chair.

"So I was wrong," Suguru laughs.

"Yes you are," Satoru answers grabbing a stack of papers Yuna hands him, "Thanks Yuna if anyone needs to talk to me tell them I'm busy."

"Yes, sir." Yuna bows her head, and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

"So what's got your panties all twisted this fine morning? Problems with the missus?" Suguru looks at Satoru over his shoulder, watching as he grabs the coffee set on his table and makes his way to the couch across from him.

"Something like that," he replies, leaning forward to place his cup on the table, "We had a fight last night, and it dragged on to this morning." 

"About what?"

"Mostly Sex."

Suguru lets out a low whistle, "What y/n not putting out enough for ya'?"

Satoru swallows, drumming his fingers on the table, thinking his answer through, "Yes and no. We only have sex twice a month."

"Oh my god," Suguru laughs, covering his mouth as he laughs, "and of course doing it just twice a month isn't enough for Mr. Satoru Gojo."

"It's not that, it's how she has all of it scheduled out for when she's ovulating, outside of that we don't do anything," Satoru sighs, leaning back into the couch, "when I asked if she didn't get tired of doing it that way...she reminded me that we were arranged to get married." He replies keeping the fact that he had basically insulted you afterward

"You were though, I don't see why that would make you angry. You're lucky enough she even has sex with you." Suguru comments, reaching for the hot mug of coffee on the table. 

"You're my best friend and you're taking my wife's side? Wow, I see how much I matter to you," Satoru tells him, your words from the previous night ringing in his ears, "plus it isn't just that."

Suguru pursues his lips, licking the remnants of his coffee, "Then what else is it?"

Satoru looks at Suguru, thinking of all the good and bad times they had experienced together through high school and college. Remembering the late nights they'd spend drinking, and going to clubs, only to wake up the next morning hungover and covered in sweat. Suguru had been his only other friend after you. Someone he could trust. So why hadn't he told him about the contract you had presented to him? Why had he kept this information from his best friend? He thinks to himself while he contemplates telling him about your arrangement. 

He takes a sip from his coffee, letting the bitter liquid travel down his throat. Placing down the cup he finally voices his thoughts, "We signed a contract. One where we could live our own lives after having a few kids."

"What? You did what?" Suguru sits up straight, leaning closer to his friend, strands of dark hair falling out of their place.

"She was the one that brought it up, saying it would give us both the freedom we wanted to do what we pleased with our lives while also giving me an heir." Suguru's eyes stare at him, motioning with his finger for Satoru to continue speaking, "She told me she...didn't like me," Suguru laughs, forcing Satoru to stop for a few minutes before resuming his storytelling, " I agreed and went to see her father, and from there we planned the wedding and got married, you already know all of this. Everything was going fine until we started living alone and having...sex."

"What exactly changed when you two started having sex?" Suguru asks, laughing behind his hand, "Cause by what you had told me before, she's still the same as always. Still, the girl you wanted to run away from. So what changed."

"I don't know...I guess I just started seeing more of her, and she's not...she's not who I thought she was okay?" Satoru sighs leaning back on the chair, "Honestly I probably realized that when she told me she didn't have feelings for me the first time."

Suguru laughs again, "You mean she's told you that more than once? Oh god, that must have hurt."

Satoru waves his hand in the air, ignoring the sting in his chest as his friend laughs at him, "Yes, yes, all humbling moments for me. But that isn't the problem okay."

"What's the problem, then? Other than you not getting your dick wet enough and your wife hating you."

"She doesn't hate me...I don't think," Satoru tells him, sounding unsure of himself, "The problem is that ever since I started seeing all these different sides of her, I've realized that I want to get her to know her more. That while having sex is great I don't want it to feel like a chore. Like something, we have to add to a schedule." 

"So what you're telling me, and I'm just saying this cause it's what it sounds like to me, that you, the Satoru Gojo who is infamous for sleeping with women with no strings attached, might be falling in love with his wife...who wants nothing to do with him." Suguru throws his head back laughing with his entire chest, "Oh my god, that's hilarious. And here we were thinking y/n was the one who was in love with you. Oh how the tables have turned"

Glaring at his friend Satoru replies, "I'm not falling for her...I wouldn't call wanting to have sex outside of her little schedule falling in love. At least I don't think so."

"You're really out here complaining about having sex with your wife because you think you might be falling for her?" Geto laughs, grinning into the edge of his cup, "Who could've guessed that." 

"Again not falling in love with her," Satoru reminds him, finishing the rest of his coffee, "why would I fall for her? She's arrogant, always thinking she's better than me because she reads and speaks the way that she does. She takes extremely long hot showers. She dresses like she just walked out of a nunnery, with her long skirts and thigh-collared shirts that cover everything. Even her casual clothes are boring."

"Well, I want to see whatever nunnery she walked out of because I've never seen a nun dress in the skirts that she does. Makes me wonder what she wears underneath," Suguru responds, motioning with his hands the outline of your curves. 

Satoru waves him off, "I'll tell you what she wears half the time underneath those: thongs."

Choking on his laugh, Suguru leans forward, his eyes wide with surprise. "Really?" Satoru nods, "No wonder you can never see the outline of her underwear." 

"Yeah," Satoru agrees, "I was surprised when I saw them." 

"I mean I would've been surprised too. Here I was thinking y/n was innocent." 

"Had us all fooled."

The room falls silent after that, Suguru leaning back and staring up at the ceiling of Satoru's office. He's deep in thought about the situation his friend had gotten himself into, and how he was refusing to acknowledge his feelings towards you. Taking a deep sigh he sits up straight and faces his friend, "You're not gonna like what I'm going to say, especially cause I'm not married or in a serious relationship right now, but I think you're lying to yourself about how you feel about her." He raises his hand when Satoru opens his mouth to argue back, "If you didn't at least care for her, you wouldn't be this upset with her. Trust me, you wouldn't be searching for more if you didn't either." 

Satoru groans, falling back on his seat, "I'm not in love with her."

Suguru bites his bottom lip, glancing around the room, "Whatever you say, man. Look I have to go, but I'll see you around later. Maybe you and the missus can invite me for dinner one night, or whatever married couples do," Suguru taunts getting up from his spot.

"Yeah sure, whatever." 

The room falls quiet after the door clicks shut, and Satoru remains seated in his place, ignoring the stack of papers on his desk. He still feels guilty for what he said the night prior and dirty for complying with you this morning. And by the way, you had walked off and the sound of the running water when he went to your bedroom to let you know he was leaving, you probably felt the same. 

Puffing his cheeks and blowing the air he stands up and heads to his desk, sitting down and starting his work. But he can't seem to concentrate on any of the letters or numbers in front of him, his mind occupied only by thoughts of you, and the broken look you had given him last night before kicking him out of your bedroom. 

He thinks about this morning and the angry look you had given him throughout breakfast, the one who wore throughout the who process of him fucking you into the couch. He knows he shouldn't have said what he said to you, but the words slipped past his lips before he could even think about the weight they might carry. He hadn't talked to you in years and he wasn't sure of what made you tick anymore. And he wasn't sure how to get close to you again, or if you would even allow him the opportunity to be your friend once more.

He can still remember how close the two of you had been throughout your entire childhood, you were his longest friend, and it now pained him to know that it had been his fault that he had lost that friendship. The distance that had grown between the two of you had been his fault when he started to distance himself from you the year before his freshman year of high school. All the teasing from his male peers about how you become too much to handle. Along with all the girls he asked out on dates rejecting him cause they thought the two of you were dating pushed him to build some distance from you, and in the process ruined a friendship. He'd still talk to you when your parents planned dinner parties, and when he was forced to dance with you at events. But outside of those situations he pretended that you didn't exist, and would ignore you when you followed him at events and school. Which made people taunt him about how you probably had a crush on him, which in the end made him resent you a bit. So he continued to ignore you and the way your eyes would shine with happiness when he would acknowledge you, proving to him that your crush on him might be real. Up until he couldn't ignore you any longer when your parents announced to the two of you the arranged marriage they had been planning right before your eighteenth birthday. After that, he kept running from the marriage and being tied further to you, and he ended up where he is now. With a hoard of emotions swirling around in his head, that he couldn't make a difference of, some of them new and others old.

The hours drag on and Satoru barely makes any progress with his work. The words in front of him blur into one another, and the front of his head hurts from how hard he attempts to focus on them. It's only then that he decides to pull out his phone and look for your contact number. The icon is just your letter with your full maiden name displayed beside it, another proof to the echo of your words that you and he weren't anything more than two people who simply found themselves married to one another.

He clicks the call button and brings the phone up to his ear. It rings a few times before you pick it up, and the sound of children laughing plays through the speaker before you speak.

"Hello?" you sound slightly out of breath as if you had just been running. 

"Hey," he answers, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk, "Are you busy? I can call later."

You take in a deep breath on the other side, "No, I can talk right now." The sound of children laughing fades into the background. 

"Where are you? I hear a lot of kids in the back," he asks. 

The isn't a reply from your side for a moment not even the sound of your breathing be heard before he can hear your heavy breathing again. Huffing you answer, "I'm at a park. I came to run a bit and there were kids here playing. I'm leaving now though."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Why did you call me?" Satoru can practically see your raised eyebrows and slightly annoyed face.

Satoru chews on his bottom lip before giving you a response, "I wanted to apologize about last night and this morning. I didn't mean what I said, and I should've said no this morning for the sake of both of us."

He hears a car door open and things being tossed onto the seat. He wonders what face you might be making right now as the seconds drag on before your voice travels through the speakers, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said what I said before closing the door, or presured this morning."  

Meaning that while you didn't mean that he would die alone, you still meant that you two would never be anything more than two people who happened to be married. But you also apologizing meant that you were willing to make this farce work for the two of you. 

"You're fine and probably right. I'm sure half my friends won't like the real me if they ever got to know me," he gives a weak laugh leaning back in his chair and listening to your breathing.

"I liked the real you plenty when we were younger," you tell him, "you now, mmh, not so much." 

"Yeah, what exactly did you like about me back then?"

The line is silent for a solid minute like you're trying really hard to recall what he was like when you were children. "You were sweet, and always made sure I was okay when I got hurt while we were playing. And actually funny. Always giving me the better candies even though they were your favorites, and sneaking out sweets when your mom would bake. You actually cared back then."

Satoru takes in a deep breath, "I still care."

"Doesn't seem or feel like you do. Didn't feel like you did for a long time." 

Your words cause a knot to lodge itself in his throat as he wonders how much his growing further away from you hurt you. "I-I was a kid, y/n, you can't blame me for wanting to make new connections."

"I know and I don't, but you could've done it in a much nicer way instead of completely pushing me out of your life. And you didn't have to run away from me for seven years," He hears you let out a deep sigh, "You didn't have to make me question if something was wrong with me."

Satoru swallows down hard, looking around his office which suddenly feels much darker even with the sun shining through the windows, "I'm sorry."

"Doesn't matter now. It's in the past and we still ended up married. We both got to experience life, you more so than me," you laugh half-heartedly, attempting to lighten the mood of the phone call.

"I know, but your right. I didn't have to cut you out of my life like that. Probably would have made this whole thing a lot easier if we knew more about each other if we had changed together."

"I know plenty about you," you comment, and Satoru hears the curve of your lips.

"Really? Cause I feel like I don't know you enough." 

"Yeah," you pause for a second before continuing, "I don't think we have to know everything about each other immediately. We aren't necessarily a normal or real couple, so we can do things our way."

"I guess." He looks around his room, the computer screen shutting off, and there's the faint sound of people walking past his office. "But we need to start somewhere, so we're not walking on eggshells around each other, so maybe adding playing twenty-one questions to your little planner would be helpful," he teases.

"We don't need to schedule something like this," you breathe out, the roll of your eyes evident in the tone of your voice.

Satoru laughs, "So you do have a little planner shoved somewhere way in one of the drawers with your thongs. Hidden away."

"I do have one, but I don't have to hide it, it's in my bedside drawer if you ever want to look at it."

"No thank you, I'd rather not see how meticulously you are about the things we do," he mocks, laughing in puffs of hair.

You return his laugh, "I don't go into detail when I write in it, but can you imagine, I think you'd hate me even more than you do now."

"I don't hate you," Satour answers, "I just want us to have...a little more freedom when it comes to that. Not everything has to be planned y/n."

"I know, trust me I know. But I like we things don't happen unexpectedly. It gives me time to prepare myself for whatever might follow."

"I understand that, but we shouldn't completely force this, especially when most kids are conceived in the weirdest of ways. Thrust me, I wish I didn't know how I was conceived." He laughs, a smile spreading across his face as he hears you return his laugh. The corners of his slips slowly turn down, another question forming on his tongue, "Do you think this - we -will work out."

Your laughter dies down and you hum into the phone's speaker, "It has to. I'd rather be tied to you than locked away in the house my parents call a phone." There you went again talking about how bad your life living with your parents had been, making him want to ask you about it, but that was a conversation to be had in person on a different day.

"Perhaps we'll be free of each other one day," he whispers into the speaker, listening to your breathing.

"Or maybe will we remain trapped in the cage of our own making," you answer, "learning to live with one another within its confinements."

"Maybe." He looks down at his watch noting that the call had gone on for longer than he had expected, "Hey, I have to go, but I'll see you when I get home."

"Okay," you answer, the sound of the car's door opening reaching his ears.

He sits up straight, turning on the screen of his computer, "Y/n?"

"Yeah?" the door slams shut.

"I'm glad we talked things out before they got worse."

Silence. "Me too. I'll see you later."

"See you later. "

The line goes dead, and Satoru stares at his screen, his thumb hovering over the edit icon before he clicks on it and changes your contact name from your full name to just your first name. He then decides to look through his camera roll and look for a contact photo, choosing one from your honeymoon in Paris. You are seated across from him with a cup of warm coffee raised to your lips and foam covering your top lip.

His heart flutters in his chest as he sets it, blue eyes scanning the curve of your lip and the way your hair falls onto your shoulders. And he wonders if he would ever pull a smile like the one you're wearing in the picture that would feel genuine.

The knock on the door pulls him out of his thoughts, Yuna sticks her head in through the door, raising an eyebrow when she finds him smiling at his screen. He glances up at her, raising an eyebrow, beckoning her to come in further, "What is it Yuna?"

"Sorry to interrupt sir, I know you said you didn't want any visitors, but there's a woman outside who would like to speak to you. She says she's an old friend."

Satoru turns towards his screen, "Did they give you a name?"

Yuna nods, clasping her hands in front of her, "She did. She told me to tell you it's Mina."

The world around Satoru pauses, his jaw clenching at the sound of the woman's name. His body tenses as he recalls his time away from home, the woman's name still etched somewhere in his heart. "Tell her am not seeing people," he replies, tearing his eyes away from his assistant.

"But sir, she's insisting she needs to speak to you," Yuna argues, dropping her hands to her sides.

"Just do what I ask, Yuna and if she comes around again tell her I'm on a business trip," he orders, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, "better yet tell her I'm on vacation with my wife."

Yuna nods and lingers by the door, watching her as her boss glares at the screen, the smile he had worn when she first walked in is now gone, replaced by a deep frown, and tense jaw. "I'll do that, sir." she bows and walks out of the room closing the door behind her. Leaving Satoru alone with his stomach churning and fists turning white. 

~

You're moving around your kitchen on Friday afternoon, cleaning all the surfaces of the counters before you start preparing dinner. The television plays an old rerun of an old show that you had enjoyed rewatching countless times, the voices of the actors filling in the silence of the apartment. Quietly humming to yourself, as you make a note to look for someone to tint the windows as the sun hits glares against the screen and in your eyes.

The sun is starting to go down, the sky tinted in orange, with tints of blue bleeding into, that make the pink of your living room walls stand out. The counter of your kitchen reflects the light, making the room brighter as you pull ingredients from the fridge.

Taking out the meat you had left thawing you place it in the sink before taking out two cutting boards, one for the veggies you were planning on cutting and the other for the meat. You move comfortably around the kitchen, enjoying the space as and the calmness that cooking brings you. The sounds of the knives sliding against each other as you place them on the counter, and the soft thunks of the cabinets and drawers when you close them. Despite you being the only one in the house it feels alive and lived in. 

Deciding that you have just about everything ready you take out two tomatoes, wash them carefully, and place them on your cutting board. You cut off the top and bottom of one before slicing down the center once, then again, and then cut one half into fourths before dicing. You repeat the same thing with the second, placing the small chunks into a bowl and pulling out two green and yellow squashes, cutting off the ends, and dicing it also.  

You move towards the stove, humming to yourself, and turn it on, grabbing a pan and some oil, warming it up before dumping your cut squash into it, listening to the soft sizzling. You stir watching the oil form little bubbles that pop on the edges, the centers turn soft, and the color intensifies. You add your tomatoes just as you're phone rings, an unknown number popping up. 

Giving your pan one stir you decline the call turning your full attention back to the meal you prepare, turning the heat down, and opening the pack of meat, dropping the two steaks onto the cutting board to be seasoned. Your phone rings again when you finish seasoning both sides, the same number popping on the screen. You decline to answer again, moving over the skin to wash your hands and take your veggies off the stop and heat your cast iron pan. 

Your phone doesn't ring again, allowing you to enjoy your time alone fully, and listen to the actors on the screen. You peek over your shoulder every few minutes when the scenes you enjoy come on, your lips curving as you mouthed them back, hovering your hand over the iron pan making sure it feels heated enough before you pour oil into it, followed by the meat. 

There's a pause in the air as the meat sizzles, the sound of your phone ringing again echoing throughout the house. The screen lights up at the end of the table, displaying the same number.  You move slowly towards it and pick it up, setting it on speaker, "Hello? Who is this?"

The line is quiet for a second, broken by the sound of heavy breathing. You are about to hang up thinking that maybe some perverted and dialed your number when you hear his voice come through the speaker, "You haven't changed your number."

"Kenji?" You ask glancing around as if it wasn't just you in the house, and Satoru would appear out of thin air and ask you who you were talking to.

"Yeah," you hear him huff out, "Hey do you think you can open your door for me?"

"What? Where are you?" You ask slowly moving towards your door, looking through the peek hole, receiving no response. "Kenji, where are you?" You repeat more harshly.

"Look just open the door, 'kay."

Your hand hesitantly hovers over the knob before you end up turning it, opening it just enough to look out into the hallway. But that's all he needs to force his way into your house, pushing you back and causing you to hang up. Kenji stands at your doorway, smiling down at you, dark bags under his eyes and his hair overgrown. 

"Hey, y/n. Missed you," He smiles, pushing further into your home. You stare at his back, slowly closing the door before walking around him into the safety of your kitchen.

"How did you find me?" You ask, walking around the island, trying to put distance between you and him. 

Kenji glances around the bottom floor, running a hand through his black hair that is curving around his ears, "I found and followed you."

Your eyes flicker around the room, landing on the kitchen knife,  "I told you I didn't want to see you. That we were done." 

Kenji keeps his back turned to you, "I know, but I told you that I would prove that I didn't cheat on you, and I have proof." 

"I'm pretty sure I told you it wouldn't matter, now please leave. Satoru will get home in any second now." You say moving closer toward the knife. 

"Nuh huh," Kenji clicks his tongue, turning to look at you forcing you to stop in your tracks, "Not a good idea. I also know you lying to me. About Satoru coming home soon. He usually works late from what I've noticed." 

You gulp the saliva in your mouth, your heart starting to beat against your ribs rapidly, "How would you know that? How long have you been following me?" 

"A few weeks," he answers, "This place is nice, better than the one we had."

"Kenji, please leave," you beg, moving back until your back touches the counter. 

Kenji shakes his head and stalks towards you, "I'm not leaving without you. I need you to listen to me. I need you to listen to this." He reaches into his pocket pulling out his phone. 

"Kenji," you sigh, "I'm not going to watch or listen to anything, and I'm not going anywhere with you. We're done. I'm married, and I'm going to stay with Satoru. What you or I want doesn't matter anymore. I can't give you what you want. I have too many people depending on me to stay here with Satoru to just run off with you."

"Don't say that!" Kenji yells, his voice bouncing off the walls, making you shrink into yourself, the look of fear making him take a deep breath to calm down his anger, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, I-I just need you to listen to me. I need y-you to believe me." He takes another step towards you, unlocking his phone, "Please, y/n just listen to this. I don't want to lose you over something I never did."

Against your better judgment, you respond to him with a reminder that you were no longer his lover, and would never be with him again, "You've already lost me. Nothing is going to change that."

"No! No! It can't end like this! I love you and you love me!" He yells, closing the space between the two of you, his hands cupping your face, "If show you this, it'll show you that I didn't cheat on you, that I was set up, and we can run off together," he mumbles, running his hands over your face.

"Kenji this isn't just about the cheating. You want too much of me. You want parts of me that I can't give to you without risking things that are much more important than what we feel -felt- for each other. So please, just leave." 

You wait for him to answer, his hands still holding onto your face, his eyes running over your face. "You have feelings for him don't you?" He asks, dropping his hands to his sides and stepping away from you, "That's why you don't want to listen to me or what I have to say. It's because you have a feeling for that pretty boy." 

"I don't have feelings for Satoru," you say, "I'm not listening to what you have to say cause there's no point when I'm not going to drop the life I've started to built because of what you, or whoever is on that recording, has to say." 

Kenji shakes his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes, "No, your lying to me," He turns around, grabbing you by the arm and forcing your back to hit the fridge, "You've been the one cheating on me with him the entire time. That's why you ended up marrying him so quickly after we broke up and why you won't listen to this fucking recording."

"Let go of me, Kenji," you say reaching up to tear his hand off your arm, tears starting to stream down your face, and your stomach twisting with fear, "You're scaring me, Kenji, please let go of me." 

The tears running down your face make something click for Kenji and he drops his hand. His expression softened. "I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just need you to listen to me, I can't lose you like this. I'm nothing without you." 

You rub your arm, stepping around him closer to the counter, standing close to the knife on the cutting board. "Leave! I don't want to hear it!" you cry out, refusing to look at him. 

"Y/n, I'm sorry. You know I wouldn't hurt you." He starts, staying in his spot near the fridge, excuses slipping from his lips, " I just felt so angry for a second at the thought of you falling in love with him when you told me you didn't care for him. You know I would never hurt you!"

"But you did! Twice already!" you yell, taking in a deep breath to calm yourself down for a second, "Now I need you to leave."

"Y/n, please," Kenji starts, taking a step towards you, stopping when you reach for the knife.

"Leave Kenji. And please, stay away from me," you take in a deep breath, turning around to look at him.

He stays frozen in his spot, looking at you, clenching and unclenching his fist. You can see the gears in his head turning, the steam coming out of his ears. The tips of your fingers brush against the knife, ready in case it attacks you. The hairs of your entire body stand up as you wait for his next move. "Is that what you really want?"

You take in a deep breath, exhaling slowly through your nose, looking at him directly in his dark eyes, you nod your head, "Yes. That's what we want."

He taps his foot on the ground, nodding his head, "Fine, I'll leave, but I'm not giving up on you. You're my entire world, y/n. I am nothing without you."

Knowing that you aren't going to convince him of leaving you alone while he's in his current state you point towards the door and sternly speak, "Leave. I want you to leave right now Kenji. I told you I didn't want to see you again and I don't want to see you again. Now leave."

Raising both hands Kenji takes a step back towards the door, "Fine, I'm going." You follow two steps behind him, take two steps once he walks out the door, holding it open just enough to say one last thing before closing the door.

"Before you leave, I won't have cheated on you, ever, especially not with Satoru. And the fact that you think I did, proves how you don't actually love me." You say closing and locking the door a second after. 

Your hand remains on the doorknob, and your forehead remains pressed against the cool wood, your heart beating against your ribs. The tears start following down your face, and your gulp air as you start to sob. You turn onto your back, hiccupping as you look around the kitchen, your skin itching. You slowly slide down the smooth surface of the walls, your fingers running over where Kenji had held onto your arm, wondering how he had changed so quickly or if there had been signs that you missed. Scared of how violent he had been minutes before you got out of his hold crying. 

Making you scared that he would show up again. 

~

Walking into the house Satoru finds the lights of the living room turned off, the overhead light of the kitchen stove the only light illuminating the dark bottom floor. There's a plate wrapped in foil on the kitchen counter next to the stove, he walks towards it, lifting the end to find that the food is still somewhat warm, meaning you had probably left for bed a few minutes earlier. He glances around the silent bottom floor before folding the end back down and heading up towards your currently shared bedroom while undoing the tie around his throat.

He pushes the door slowly, finding the room empty of your presence. The moonlight pours in through the bedroom windows, illuminating the otherwise dark room, and there's a strip of light seeping through the crack of the bathroom door. Figuring you likely showering, Satoru plops down on the bed, arms outstretched on either side of him, muscles heavy from a long day at work. He closes his eyes and lets his body relax against the sheets.

This had become almost routine in the four months of marriage and three months of living by yourselves. Satoru had started coming home later and later on the weeks you weren't ovulating, finding a cooling plate of a homecooked meal on the kitchen counter, and you were either in the shower or already in bed. He'd sometimes eat, shower, and go to bed beside you; and other times he would shower before going back downstairs to his home office to do more work. If anyone were to look at your routine they'd say the two of you looked more like roommates who happened to share a bed than a couple who was married. 

The sound of the bathroom door opening fills the large space, Satoru's eyes fluttering open as the light shines on them. You're standing by the door, towel wrapped tightly around your body, and your hair twisted up on the top of your head. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the dim light, the form on the bed in front of you blurring into an unrecognizable figure, which makes your heart race. Satoru can see a slight panic in your eyes while you frantically look for the switch near the bathroom door.

"It's me," he says, standing up from the bed, putting an arm on your shoulders, "It's just me, Satoru."

Your body relaxes at the sound of his voice, a sigh escaping through your parted lips. Letting your head fall in the center of his chest, mumbling a, "Thank God," before looking back up to him, "I didn't hear you get home." 

Satoru swallows while looking at you, feeling the heat of your body and shower emitting from your body from how close you stand. The smell of the lavender wash you use is strong, wrapping him in the fresh fragrance of it, and causing him to lean in a bit to breathe more in. The light of the moon highlights half of your face, but he can see that you are much more at ease than a few moments ago. "I just got in a few minutes ago," he tells you, hands coming up to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt, "didn't mean to scare you." 

You nod and walk around him, sitting on the stool to the vanity in the room and grabbing your lotion, "It's fine. I just wasn't expecting you to be home yet." You raise your leg and start lathering your skin, Satoru turning his head away as the towel rises up your leg.

"And here I was thinking I was late," He chuckles, sliding the shirt down his shoulders, and tossing it on the end of the bed, "How was your day?"

"Mmh, it was fine. I did a little bit of shopping and then ran some errands," you answer, keeping at the detail of your ex-lover showing up at your home unexpectedly, "What about yours?"

"Same as usual. Signed a few papers and went to a couple of meetings," He says, throwing his belt on the bed with the shirt, and looking at you one last time before stating, "I'm going to shower now."

"Okay," you peek at him through your lashes, securing your towel before getting up, "goodnight then." 

"Night."

The bathroom mirror is still fogged up from your shower, small droplets of water streaming down, drawing jagged lines on the smooth surface. The room is still filled with steam from the hot water you used to bathe, the heat of the room almost suffocating. He runs the hot water, the room feeling with moisture quickly again, and finishes undressing, kicking his shoes near the door along with his socks, pants, and underwear. He lets out a small sigh of relief as he climbs under the shower head, the warm water loosening the tense muscles of his back. 

He watches as the clear water travels down the drain, before mindlessly reaching for his body wash, eyeing yours as he lathers his loofa. Satoru can still smell the faint scent of your skin, it lingers in his nose even though the scent of his body wash fills the space of the walk-in shower. The smell seems to relax him quicker, all the stress of the day washing down the drain with the suds. 

Climbing out of the shower he wraps a towel around his waist, using a smaller one to dry off his skin and hair, before exiting the room. Goosebumps appear on his skin as soon as he enters, and the temperature of the bedroom is lower than in the bathroom. He can make out the shape of your body underneath the covers as he walks toward the closet, quickly walking in to grab a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants before coming back out to the bedroom. Satoru slowly approaches the bed, looming over your sleeping figure, making sure you are asleep and running the tip of his finger along his cheek.

He doesn't understand what or why he does it, but he just knows that your skin feels soft and that he wants to press his lips against it. Suddenly he wonders how many men had touched you like this, how many had gotten to see you sleep so peacefully? Has Sukuna been one of those men? He knows that the pinked-haired man had said otherwise all those weeks ago, but the thought of another man being so close to you made his stomach twist for some unknown reason to Satoru. 

How much had other men gotten to know you in the seven years he'd refused to play a role in your life? How much of you had Sukuna, or any other man, seen of you that he had not? Just who exactly were you, and who was Satoru to you? Was he really nothing anymore? We're you still nothing to him?

He didn't have an answer to any of the questions; the very questions that had been turning over in his head. And he wasn't sure if he ever would.

He quietly turns on his heel and walks back downstairs, turning on the kitchen lights. He puts the plate of food you had left out into the microwave, taking off the foil to reveal a neatly placed steak and side of vegetables, listening to the quiet sound of it buzzing as it heats the food. Realizing just how mundane his life had become over the last couple of months of being married to you. Life was by no means boring, it had just become ordinary.  

He spent his days either in the office or in the comfort of the penthouse, lazying around on weekends. The times he'd go out with Suguru were becoming rarer and rarer as the weeks passed. He was sure he now saw more of you than of anyone else he knew, and he was quickly getting accustomed to the daily routines of your lives. There was the faint thought that things would have been, remained like this if he had married you earlier on. 

The sound of the beeping from the microwave pulls him out of his thoughts, the sound echoing throughout the entire home. It startles him a bit, making him jump and hit his elbow on the counter he was leaning on. 

"F-fuck," he mutters, rubbing the bone soothing the pain before pulling out the plate of veggies and meat. He sits on a stole on the counter, listening to the click of the A.C turning on. Eats in silence, the tender meat melting in his mouth despite being reheated. Another thing he had missed out on in the seven years was your wonderful cooking, it was another thing he hadn't gotten to know about you. He finishes his dinner, rinses the plate, and tosses it into the dishwasher before walking back up to the bedroom.

He climbs under the covers next to you, turning onto his side to face you, watching your eyes flutter behind your closed eyelids. Your lips are slightly parted, small snores now slipping every now and then. He almost wants to laugh at how un-composed you are when you sleep, compared to the well-put-together act you show the rest of the world. He's enthralled by how tranquil you are while asleep that he doesn't notice the shift in your breathing.

"You know staring isn't quite nice," you mutter, nestling further into the pillow and opening your eyes.

Satoru blinks a handful of times, his face feeling hot, "I thought you were asleep." 

"I was, but I could feel you staring in my sleep," you hum back. 

"Sorry. I was just waiting to fall asleep," he whispers, turning on his back to face the white ceiling, "I didn't mean to wake you."

You shift your weight again, laying slightly closer to him, "It's fine. Is something on your mind?" 

Satoru watches the lights of the city dance on the ceiling, swallowing the spit in the back of his throat as he picks one of the questions that has been swimming in his head, "When did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That you didn't love me," he says turning his head to look at you, "I remember you always following behind me. Always hanging onto every word I said, looking at me like I would be able to give you the entire world. I just want to know when you...stopped doing all of that."

"Wow, I was really that insignificant to you and you really were so far up your ass you didn't notice," you smile at him, laughing sleepily, humming as you think it over, "I think it was probably sometime after I graduated high school. You were already a sophomore in college, and we were going to different schools, I was finally getting to experience life outside of my home and you. I don't know exactly when, but it just clicked that what I felt for you wasn't love...just infatuation."

He turns his back to stare up at the ceiling, swallowing down the spit in his mouth, before asking, rather awkwardly, "Did Sukuna make you realize that?" 

Your laugh fills the dark room, the sheets move as your body shakes. Satoru turns to look at you, your eyes are squeezed shut, tears sliding out of the corner, and your hand is covering your lips. "Oh god no! What made you think that?" 

Satoru's cheeks flush pink, and he quickly turns his head away from you, "I-I...since you two are close...I just assumed..." 

You speak out of breath, a slight chuckle at the end of your sentence, "Careful now, Satoru, you're sounding like a jealous and caring husband." You let out a sigh and lean in closer to him "You thought wrong. Oh lord, I can't believe you thought that. Me and Sukuna...I can't even see it myself. I mean he did try and we became somewhat good friends after many failed attempts on his half...we just became closer friends from there." You lean in closer, "Sukuna is more like an older brother to me." 

"How did the two of you meet?"

He hears you hum and feels the bed shirt as you turn to also stare up at the ceiling, "We had a class together and he always hung out in the alleyway of a small convenience store Shoko and Utahime liked to go after classes, and whenever we need a study break." Your head turns to look at him, your lips curving upwards, voice teasing, "Why are you asking all of these questions suddenly?"

Satoru shakes his head, shrugging, "I just realized we've lived with each other for months now, and know each other for years, yet we barely know each other."

"And who's fault is that?" You throw at him, "I think you have only yourself to blame for that. I put in as much effort as I could for four years after our parents announced we'd be getting engaged to each other, though after that first year of college it felt like a chore trying to catch your eye. Meanwhile you...were out avoiding me and doing god knows what and who." 

"I suppose your right, it is my fault...but you haven't made much of an effort to show me who you are now that we're married. All I've learned the last four months about you is that you can cook and that you enjoy reading," 

"And why should I? It's not like you have," you sigh, turning to look back at the ceiling, "We're married to each because we both have a sense of obligation to our families, whatever those may be, not because we actually care or love each other."

Satoru snorts through his knows, "Guess you're right there also, but I think that doesn't mean we shouldn't get to know each other, especially when we'll be spending the rest of our lives together."

"I beg to differ," you mutter, closing your eyes, "There are parts of us only meant to be seen by those we trust or love dearly." 

"So you don't trust me?" he questions, suddenly the few inches between your bodies feeling like miles.

"If I don't love you, what makes you think I would trust you?"

"We've known each other our entire lives, I would assume you would at least feel that much."

"Trust is something that is built and earned, Satoru, and you have not been around enough in my adult life for me to trust you with certain things from my life," you answer, shifting again on the bed, "Anyways it's late, we can have these sort of conversations during another time. You can even ask me whatever you want then. Good night again."

Satoru lets the silence settle over the room, your light snores escaping from your lips. The room feels much colder as he feels his stomach twisting into knots and discomfort in his chest.

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[skeletoninthemelonland]

IM FINALLY WRITING THE SPRINGDAD X READER THINGY RAHHHH!

But I do have a few questions, just for authenticity’s sake :} Some might of been answered already but I hope not-

How would Will react to being hugged from behind?

Is he a morning person?

Does he use pet names? If so, what are some examples?

Does he drive the kiddos to school, or do they ride the bus?

What would he make for breakfast?

How does he react to flirting? Specifically from someone he’s dating.

Does he take testosterone shots? And while I’m not writing smut, I am curious, does he have bottom surgery done? If not, would he ever get it?

Is Evan in preschool or does he stay home during the day?

How does he sleep? Shirtless, pajama shirt and pants, etc.

I might send more, but these are all I have off the top of my head :]

How would Will react to being hugged from behind?

I think he gets surprise hugs a lot from Mike and Evan (y'know when cubs try to surprise attack their parents and they just pretend to be scared of them? Like that) so he might feel amused at first. I'd say he'd have a very tranquil reaction to it. A small chuckle, then stop whatever he's doing to hug the person back.

Is he a morning person?

He's def a morning person! He is exhausted at the end of the day. He's also the kind of person to take naps after lunch whenever he can.

Does he use pet names? If so, what are some examples?

UM. He does use "love" and "dear", but he might as well say "Meu amor" for special occasions :D

Does he drive the kiddos to school, or do they ride the bus?

Bus! But sometimes Springdad and the children walk to school (I'm pretty sure they use bicycles, too). Pretty sure he knows how to drive, though.

What would he make for breakfast?

Springdad and the kids have a fairly common Brazilian breakfast that usually consists of fruits and French bread. Springdad is the only one in the family who loves coffee (Mike HATES it and opts for drinking milk with Nescau). They also eat pão de queijo and empadinhas, and if they're not rushing to start the day, Springdad makes them pancakes.

How does he react to flirting? Specifically from someone he’s dating.

I personally think he does feel flustered, but disguises it by flirting back. He doesn't exaggerate in flirting, though.

NOTE: Expect Springdad to be an affectionate partner. He doesn't express himself with words as much as he does with actions. I can imagine him placing his hand on his partner's shoulder or squeezing their hand to encourage them and make them feel less anxious during stressful situations. He'd also be the kind of person to wait for their partner to get out of the bus after work, especially during bad weather. He does many acts of service, and if his partner is feeling exhausted/sick, he will insist that they should rest while he takes care of the house chores. He enjoys just having someone's presence, even if they're not directly talking. Oh, and he will ask about their favorite dish!

Does he take testosterone shots? And while I’m not writing smut, I am curious, does he have bottom surgery done? If not, would he ever get it?

He takes testosterone shots!! It took a while for Springdad to save enough money for his bottom surgery, but he does have it at some point.

Is Evan in preschool or does he stay home during the day?

While Evan is still too young, Springdad has to take him to work. If he couldn't do that, he'd call a babysitter (usually Henry or Vanessa :] )

How does he sleep? Shirtless, pajama shirt and pants, etc.

During cold seasons? Yeah sure, he usually wears an old t-shirt. Warm season? Nah. He sleeps shirtless. No blanket. No socks on. AND if it's still hot, he will turn on the fan. (He keeps his pj pants on dw)

[pennylanewrites]

sur le fil [levi ackerman x f!reader]

chapter 2: el valse

your neighbours learn about your secret skills; cooking and painting. the latter causes some disturbance. petra makes a scene and you see what levi is actually like when he’s furious.

a/n: this one’s short but hey, flustered levi makes his appearance. the next chapter’s bigger 😏

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you almost jumped out of bed when a loud thud echoed through the second floor. someone giggled and someone else shushed them. groaning, you slowly opened one eye to check your phone. 6:22 am.

“there goes my saturday…” you stretched and got up, pulling your flip flops from under the bed. with heavy-lidded eyes, you dragged your feet down the stairs, through the living room and into the kitchen.

“what the fuck? why are you all up?” levi was sitting down on the kitchen table, newspaper in one hand, a cigarette in the other. zoe and moblit slowly lifted their heads from the counter, looking up at you with guilt.

“i told you you’d wake her up, zoe.”

“that thud was you? i thought the ceiling fell.” you pushed the pair out of your way and looked at your coffee machine. “what did you do?”

“nothing! not yet, at least. we wanted to make coffee and levi wouldn’t help.” zoe scratched the back of her head as moblit sat her down on a chair. levi scrunched his nose and moved away from zoe.

“here.” you poured two espresso shots in shot glasses and placed them on the table. “drink these.”

“and take a shower,” levi added as zoe inspected the espresso shot, “you guys stink of gin.”

as your coffee poured, you took out an array of ingredients; flour, cheese, chocolate, eggs and more.

“breakfast is served in two hours.”

“thanks, y/n. come on, chérie.”

you were glad you took the time to fill up your share of the pantry in the week. you had loved cooking, ever since you were a kid. you always thought cooking for someone, sitting down to share the meal was one of the most intimate experiences.

you could cut the tension in the kitchen with a knife. every so often, you would peek at levi as you dusted flour off your hands, and he would shove his newspaper closer to his face. you still took it as a win; it meant he was already looking.

you were taking reference photos of the mess on the counter, the half-set breakfast table, levi’s newspaper and cigarettes, when you felt a cold hand on your waist. startled, you looked back at levi, who simply wanted you to get out of his way.

“sorry!” you squeaked out and went back to pour the pancake dough into the pan. what the fuck was that?

he chuckled. he actually chuckled as he poured a second cup of tea for himself. the shit was making fun of you.

after two long hours, you finally set the table; a platter of sliced mango and papaya, a bowl of warm pão francês with a side of butter and jam spreads, a plate of tapioca pancakes, filled with nutella. you finished the table with another plate of pão de queijo, cheese-filled heavenly balls of dough, and a ceramic jug of fresh-squeezed orange juice.

zoe and moblit entered the kitchen right on time, eyes lighting up at the assortment of food. levi excused himself, but zoe easily lifted him up and shoved him back in his chair. you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, trying -and failing- to disguise with a cough.

after explaining the brazilian-inspired recipes, everyone digged in.

“ha-ha. levi’s eating balls.” zoe giggled, shoving half a pancake in her mouth. levi shot a glare her way.

“zoe.” moblit pleaded, knowing a simple word from her could result in one of levi’s outbreaks. zoe took one of the cheese-stuffed balls, and when levi opened his mouth to speak, shoved it between his teeth.

everyone stared at him. he was trying to be serious, but it was impossible with a ball keeping his mouth half-open. you muffled a gasp with your palm and looked at your lap, the table shaking from you keeping your laughter in. now it was your turn to be stared at from the rest of the table.

when you finally composed yourself, you looked up at levi. he had already chewed the dough ball and was now, while keeping eye contact, licking his thumb and then his pointer finger tantalisingly slow. a foot found it’s way against your calf, stroking it and gradually heading north. you shoved your legs shut and looked away flustered. he had won this one.

“turn off the porn.” zoe whispered to moblit, but both you and levi caught the comment.

you and zoe were left alone in the kitchen to clean up. she was washing the dishes, you were putting away the leftovers.

“levi and petra are still together, you know,” she started and you gave her a warning look, “but i’m pretty sure it’s over.”

“okay.” you shrugged.

“he wants to have sex with you.”

“zoe!”

“what?” she continued humming a song from an infomercial. you pulled saran wrap over a half-cut mango and sighed.

“levi does not want to have sex with me. we just started getting along.”

“he was about to have sex with your leg.”

“how did you know about that?” you looked at her with horror. zoe had this weird aura around her, and she always knew what you were thinking. at times you thought maybe she was a psychic. a low, evil laugh came out of her lips as she patted her wet hands on her skirt.

“because he thought my leg was yours at first.”

you had a moment where you both stared at the floor before looking at each other and bursting out laughing.

you were struggling to carry an unfinished painting, your easel and supplies to the terrace, when levi stepped out of his bedroom, a female voice yelling behind him in french. he shut the door and leaned back on it with a sigh. he looked so tortured, with his eyes shut close and his chest moving up and down with every sharp breath, as the female screamed behind the door. you pretended not to notice him and headed up the stairs.

“you’re going to fall.” he called out and walked up to you. he was right, but you were stubborn. looking down at your painting, you grinned.

“help me then.” you gave him the canvas. the back of it wrote self portrait and levi was instantly intrigued. you climbed the stairs with levi right behind you. any moment now…

levi stumbled on the very last step, almost falling on the floor. you looked back, and he quickly turned the canvas back around, cheeks rosy and eyes shifting around the ceiling.

“thanks, ackerman.” you placed your easel down and placed the canvas on it, admiring your work. a detailed silhouette on a mattress. the rest of the background was undefined, but the portrait of your naked body was finished, and it was engraved in levi’s brain for the rest of the day.

the afternoon rush hour had gone smoothly, even with levi’s mysterious absence. your mind wandered to petra; they were obviously fighting earlier that day, and she sounded furious. you wondered if she knew about the little…whatever it was, between you and levi. you really doubted it, however; nothing was happening, just a stupid act in the moment. as if on cue, levi stepped in. you suddenly were very interested in the dainty porcelain tea cups you had on display. levi worked around you as he got ready for his shift. you both jumped away when your pinkies touched under the bar.

“you can go now.”

“i’m working for another five hours.” you were not about to lose a day’s pay just because levi didn’t want you around.

“i have this covered.”

“it’s fine, ackerman,” he glared at you at the use of his last name, “i won’t pull any self portraits from behind the fridge.” you took a step back and grinned when levi looked away.

you worked in sync for a while longer, trying not to touch one another. what was this weird tension and when did it start? if levi didn’t basically try to fuck your leg that morning, none of this would be happening; you would still be bickering and muttering curses. you would definitely not be looking at his jean-clad ass and thick thighs. what kind of sorcery was this that they looked so muscly, even under jeans?

“i’m taking my break!” you yelled behind you before leaving through the back door. levi shook his head and even contemplated slapping himself as he watched your hips swing with your step.

you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, eating a sandwich from the deli around the corner, when you heard commotion from inside the café. you grabbed your stuff from the bench and walked back inside.

petra, despite her petite appearance, was making a scene in the middle of the café. levi had his arms crossed against his chest and was staring at her, an empty look in his eyes. you were pretty sure that made petra even angrier.

despite your broken french knowledge, you caught a few phrases; ‘emotionless’ ‘cheap bastard’.

the only words levi spoke at the girl, you understood loud and clear.

“get the fuck out.” a few tears escaped petra’s eyes and your heart broke for her. she could tell she wasn’t welcome anymore, so she gathered her bag and jacket and ran out.

zoe and moblit had a fair share of stories with levi getting mad, frustrated, furious. they all ended in someone getting punched. but no, this. this is what levi actually was like when furious. he appeared emotionless to the naked eye, but if you put him under a microscope, you could see his chest puff in and out frantically, his nostrils flare, a bead of sweat fall down the vein popping on his forehead.

levi apologised to the customers with a polite smile, looking around before his eyes fell on you. you gave him a sympathetic smile before returning to your spot inside the bar.

“take a break.” you told him, but he just shook his head no. “you can’t even make tea, your hands are trembling.”

“i’m fine.” he muttered, hissing when the mug slipped from his hand, splashing the burning liquid all over his front. he slammed the mug down, lifting his hands to his temples and massaging them as hard as he could.

“are you trying to give yourself a lobotomy?” you took his wrists in your hands and turned him around, so his back was to the customers. “let me clean this up.”

you took a damp towel and lifted it to his chest, patting down the stain on his white shirt. you trailed down to his stomach, the pads of your fingers grazing his belt. he swiftly grabbed your wrist, looking at you from behind his black hair.

“stop.” he choked out. you nodded and took a step back, eyeing him from the top to the bottom. “i-i’m going to take my break now.” levi muttered and you noticed he held his bag over his crotch as he walked to the back room.

you danced around with a giggle as you prepared the next order. this one felt a little bittersweet after petra’s outburst, but it was still a victory for you.

levi 1 - y/n 2

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[weird-an]

Joyce didn’t expect Billy living with them would be so hard for him. To be honest, it‘s frustrating and heartbreaking.

He‘s been sleeping on the couch for three weeks now. He‘s always up first, coffee made, table already set. The blanket is always neatly folded as if the couch has never been used. He‘s like a ghost, whenever she enters the living room, he‘s gone.

Joyce can‘t take it anymore. She tries to talk about it with Billy, but he always hide behind a smile and a joke.

So one morning she sets her alarm early. She goes to the kitchen, sets the table and is already drinking coffee when Billy stumbles into the room.

”What time is it?“ His eyes dart to the clock and Joyce can almost feel his panic. He‘s trying so hard, she realizes. He doesn‘t know he doesn‘t have to earn staying with them.

”Time that I treat you for once, Billy.“ She winks at him and hands him a cup of coffee. ”How about pancakes? Chocolate chip or blueberry?“

”What?“ Billy looks from the coffee to her and back in disbelief. ”I can eat either.“

”But what do you want, sweetie? You can choose.“ She gives him a smile.

”Chocolate chip?“ It‘s more a question than a wish, but Joyce will take it.

She starts making pancakes at 5 am in the morning, way too early to start a Saturday, but not too early to show Billy he‘s welcome here.

[mynameistocool]

YOU ARE A PROBLEM…

Part 2

Summary: You were a senior in college and after dropping out for year due to stress and you inability to actually do any work you were behind while all your friends were off travelling the world and moving on with their lives you were left in Cleveland Ohio but it wasn’t all bad you did baby sit a grey haired, jet ski loving single father kids for the money or maybe it was because you just wanted to see him but who can blame you I mean look at him…

Mobius m Mobius/Fem reader

Warnings : age gap

~

It had been about two weeks since you saw Mobius in person and no matter how hard you scrubbed your face when taking off makeup or when you washed your skin in the shower, you still felt his large callous hand against your cheek on your forehead the way his eyes stared at you with care and adoration how his rosy lips held a pout and his soft voice showed care. 

You had heard from him, he text you the other day asking if you could have the boys early in the morning. He had some kind of important meeting at his store to do with employee safety, so here you were stood outside his house in mid-July, the blazing sun and warm sticky summer air on your exposed skin. You did have a cardigan to match your summer dress, but it was now thrown in your small bag.

You pressed the gold bell, waiting for someone to open the door, hoping it to be Shaun or Kevin, but no you heard the faint call off “Shaun eat your pancakes” as the door opened you saw Mobius stood in all his glory his bare chest and low hung flannel pants a coffee mug in his hand his hair tousled and unkept and his constant sleepy eyes.

“Y/n you're early” he smiled at you, but you were busy staring at his body as your face flushed once more as it always did in his presence. “Am I ?” You quickly responded, “you said 8 am in your text. I can go home if you like and come back” you added “no, no not at all” he moved to the side “come in.” 

“It must be my fault, as per usual, the meeting got pushed back to 9 sorry I should have told you” he shut the door, staring at your unknowing self. The light pink sundress you wore with the floral pattern and loose buttons, the way it hugged your body and flown down just passed your knees your hair being slight frizzy and the small sun kissed tan that spread across your cheek and nose as you stared around his home in awe as though you hadn't been there nearly thirty times in the past year he shook his head quickly before walking in-front of your frozen body “it’s so warm. I know they said they’d be a heat wave but this fast and this warm” he gave you a small chuckle as he walked into the kitchen. 

And there it was, his bare back so clear in your eyesight his shoulder slumped before stretching showing ever detail of his muscles and shoulder blade hidden beneath those tight perfectly fitted shirts he usually dawns. Your brain was begging you to look away, but you would not and could not listen, you slowly followed him, your eyes staying on his back. 

“Shaun, your favourite person is here” he spoke to his son who sat at the table digging at his poorly made pancakes “and don’t say she’s not, you admitted it the other day” Mobius quickly added before his son could say anything “I wasn’t going to deny it” Shaun give you a small smile “what a sweetheart you are” you smiled at the young boy.

“Y/N you’re here !” The younger kid came behind you, almost sending you off your feet, hugging you from behind. “Kevin, be careful with the lady.” He scolded him lightly for being so rough. “No it’s alright I can handle him” you laughed, ruffling the boy’s hair. 

“Do you want a drink or anything ?” Mobius asked, leaning against the counter, his legged crossed over one another, “any food ?” He asked more “don’t eat the pancakes” Shaun butted in “those pancakes are great now eat them.” Mobius defended his terrible cooking skills “no, no I’m okay thank you” you laughed “I can’t make chocolate chip” he added, shrugging “Y/n can” Shaun spoke again, making you laugh.

The pair of boys sat at the table eating and colouring in small pictures as you stood near the counter, Mobius stood up and walked over quite close to you, whispering in your ear “be careful with Kevin today. He’s been having nightmares, but he won’t tell me what they’re about, he just seems to be a bit shaken up recently” Mobius pulled away, not very far but just enough to look you in your eyes. “I will” you gave him a small nod, “thank you” he smiled.

You look back at the boys who were staring at the pair, small stupid smiles on their faces. “Don’t you have homework you should be doing ?” Mobius stayed stood close to you, his bare chest mere inches away from your goose bump covered arms. “Don’t you have a meeting you should be getting dressed for ?” you defended the boys and Mobius turned his head to you, a small moment of shock on his face which quickly turned into a sly grin. “You're right” he answered you, placing his cup on the side before scooting past you off upstairs. 

You sat down with the two boys, asking how school was going and what they had been up too, listening to their stories. Kevin asked you to help with homework and, of course, you agreed that what you were there for about twenty minutes later, you heard the quick heavy steps of Mobius coming down the stairs. “I’m got to get going. You two be good to her” he warned the boys, pointing his finger at both, “and if you need anything just call me, I’ll be straight home.” He clicked his finger, giving you a small wink. It was a usual response of his nothing more but Mobius kindness.

You saw the man walk out of the room and as you turned your attention back to the two boys, your eyes saw mobius blue store keys on the top. You stood up and grabbed them, heading to the door just as Mobius was about to leave, “Mobius your keys” 

Mobius ? Mobius ? He smiled at you calling him by your name, a small fluttering feeling arising in his chest at hearing you call his name. You held out the keys, waiting for him to take them, and he did after a moment of pause. “Thank you” he took them off you, his quick touch lingering on your hand “I’ll see you soon I promise” he gave you a smirk before leaving out the door. 

You turned round and there stood Kevin, the small boy staring at you, “do you like my dad ?” His question which caught you off guard, “what ?” you replied so defensively to this little boy as though he accused you of murder. “My dad likes you, he says to us after we tell him how much we like you, he says you're kind and smart and a very loving person. He misses out the part of you being pretty” you were taken aback by the normally destructive boys' word.

“Ohh well your dad is a very sweet man. He’s very kind.” You smiled at Kevin’s words, your stupid cheeks blushing once more at this new information, “do you think my dad is pretty ?” The young boy asked, “well… I think your dad is handsome, if that’s the word you want to use ?” You gave him a small smile, “but I think we should go focus on your homework instead, how about that ?” You grabbed his hand, walking into the kitchen, where Shaun still sat trying to digest Mobius pancakes. 

“Do you want me to make you some chocolate chip pancakes ?” At your suggestion, Shaun’s eyes lit up, “yes please.” He replied smiling “of course” you laughed.

The rest of your day was filled with helping the boys with homework and playing outside. You open the draw at one point, seeing Mobius had hidden the matches from Kevin, which made you laugh. You made some more food while the boys still played outside before calling them in to watch a film.

Kevin nodded off at about eight, which was unbelievable early for him, and Shaun stayed awake laying beside you on the sofa, a knitted blanket over the three of you. You heard the small click of the door open, and you slowly stood up from the sofa, resting Kevin’s head down. 

You saw Mobius toss his keys into the pot before turning to you, “how was your day ?” You quickly asked, seeing his moody face before noticing you “it was all good just some pain in the arse customers” he answered “let me guess they wanted a quad and not a jet ski” you joked “exactly that” he laughed “how were they ?” He asked, nodding to the front room, “they were as sweet as always, got all their homework done with no fuss are some vegetables done some dancing and had some fresh air. Kevin even fell asleep on the couch, Shaun just watching a film, but I reckon he'll be out cold soon.” You explained the easy and loving day you had with two boys, “I’m sorry about you being here all day. I’m sure this not how you like to spend your free days” he grabbed his wallet from his pocket “no, no not at all. I love spending time with the two of them. They are sweethearts” you smiled and Mobius raised his brow, a small smile on his face, “are you sure you have the right kids ?” He joked and you smiled. 

He quickly handed over some money, a lot more than he needed to give you. “Mobius this is way too much” you went to give him it back “nonsense you do way more than needs to be, and you're here in a heart beat any time I call please take it you deserve it” he gave another small smile quickly putting away his wallet, so you couldn’t argue. “I—thank you” you thanked the man for his usual kindness. There was small silence between the two of you, a comfortable and long silence.

“Do you want me to drive you home ?” He asked, going to grab his keys before you even responded. “No worries, I’m getting picked up.” You responded, “who by ?” He seemed curious and eager to know your answer, his shoulders unknowingly tensing at your words “just my mom” you laughed “ohh” a small sigh of relief left his mouth “I’ve got to learn how to drive” you rubbed your head laughing “you’ll be fine don’t worry” he laughed with you.

You then heard the beep of your moms' car, “that’s her. I’ll see you soon Mr M” you pulled your bag over your shoulder “call me Mobius” he cleared his throat “if you want it.” He looked at the floor, “I will Mobius” you smiled at him. Just as you went to leave, he grabbed your hand once in a more loose, gentle lingering grip, “thank you… for all you do.” He smiled, letting go, and you just nodded at him, a stupid heartfelt smile on your face at the small touch he gave you “see you soon Mobius” you bid him a quick goodbye, heading out the door “goodnight Y/N” he said as you left.

He quickly rubbed his face, wondering why he grabbed your hand and why he had to tell you thank you in such a weird and intimate way. You were his boys' babysitter, and yet he felt like you done so much more than you needed to do, as though you were there for them and not just for the money, he shook his head quickly before walking into the living room to his boys. 

~

[s0ulspen]

Chapter 1: What are the Possibilities?

Summary: It’s your first day at Northwestern, despite the rocky morning, You and your roommate [riri] are off to a good start and and even better ending.

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Chapter 1: What are the Possibilities?

5:45 AM

You’ve never truly been a morning person. You wish you were but there’s nothing great about them. The eye crust, the bonnet on the floor, the lopsided hair, the drool on your pillow, and the alarm blaring in your ear. But today is different, you went to bed early last night after celebrating with Riri.

She’s lived with you for the past three months but she nearly feels like family to you probably because you’ve known each other since the last two years of medical school. She reminds you of a sister you never had growing up, always reminding you to study and bugging the shit out of you simultaneously.

Celebrating, meaning drinking beers and talking shit about your old medical school professors.

You feel a tug on your shirt as you turn around.

“Jesus, you look fucking rough.” Riri grins and you toss the pillow below your head at her. She stands to the side and stares back at you, a silk durag wrapped around her braids and her body drowning in a black hoodie to match.

“We got work in an hour, so get yo ass up.” She says again. You see the coffee cup in her hands and imagine having your own.

“Breakfast is ready, I gotta go take Roscoe the third out for a walk.” She reminds you. Her dog, she’s had the German Shepherd for a minute as far as you know and you can tell she cares but you don’t let it on your bed at all, let alone your room. You hear it’s paws against the hardwood floor and it’s heavy breathing as it enters your room.

“Riri, I don’t want it in my room.” You groan, shutting your eyes.

“Aight, my bad, Roscoe the Thir-“

“Do you have to call it that everytime?”

“First of all, Roscoe is a he…And that’s HIS name, get the hell up Y/N, I ain’t tryna be late.” She sasses before walking out. You watch the dog tilt it’s head before joining her out of your room.

You don’t bother making your bed as you get out of it. Your room is still pretty empty, just your bed on the side of it and boxes everywhere. You move one out of the way as you walk down the hallway and towards the kitchen.

You smell bacon, and something sweet like waffles or pancakes. When you make it downstairs, your plate is set on the counter and Riri’s is already in the sink.

She’s always been a good cook and other than the dog, you’ve gotten the perfect roommate. You’re sure she’s out walking Roscoe so you don’t look for her.

You scroll through your phone as you eat.

You reply to texts from your mother who’s wishing you good luck on your first day, and a couple friends from medical school.

You hear Riri’s voice before the door opens.

“Sharon, You’ll be aight, highschool is fun. I had fun-….yes the basketball team was fun, try out, you got the moves for it.” She says, entering the space. You’ve never seen her truly have a soft spot for anyone but her sister or mother , her voice is always softer, more caring.

Roscoe is out and he sits next to you as you hold the bacon to your mouth. You don’t even look at him and you look at Riri instead who ends her phone call with a bye and a low ‘love you.’

“You played ball?” You question as she approaches you, kneeling to removing the leash off of her dog.

“Yeah, for five years in highschool and for two years in college, point guard.” She says while standing across from you, still scrolling through her phone.

“Mhm, why’d you quit?”

“I picked medicine, after my dad died, I wanted to save lives so I dropped ball.” She says casually. You suddenly feel the greasy bacon slide down your throat. She looks up at you when the silence becomes deafening.

“Don’t make it a thing, Y/N, I ain’t mean it for no pity, I’m not offended, and if you thinking about apologizing, don’t. It’s the truth, I saw death and I wanted to learn how to prevent it.” She elaborates. You’ve known her for three years and had no idea she even lost a parent. You wouldn’t know unless she said something.

You hear a high-pitched whine and stare at big wide eyes.

“Boy, go sit, I ain’t giving you this bacon.” You murmur, watching the dog obey and sit eagerly. He actually listened. You cut a small piece off and chuck it into his mouth.

“Y/N! He can’t be eating that!”

…

6:20 AM

You and Riri have been assigned lockers right next to each other and you can’t wait to see your lab coats. The hospital is fucking huge and you can’t wait to get a full your from your attending. Riri grabs the baby blue scrubs in front of her and strips immediately.

“You already changing?” You question.

“Y/N, we gotta be ready, you should change too.”’ She advises. You choose to follow it, changing as well. When you’re both done, you run your finger over the embroidery of your name stitched to your white lab coat.

Most hospitals don’t do this for interns but luckily for you, Northwestern does. Riri closes her locker, pulling her box braids into a bun above her head.

“I guess we wait here.” She shrugs. You sit with her as other interns fill the room. Some are from

Prestigious medical schools, other from ones you’ve never heard of a day in your life. You and Riri remain close, listening to some conversation and tuning out others.

Everyone goes silent and you hear a sharp accented voice speak.

“I’m here to get my interns for the day, I need you to move fast, move slow and you will be left behind. Speak while I’m speaking and you can go home, try again another day. If you think you know something, no you don’t. Ask me a question after this week, everyone got it?” She asks. You can’t tell where she’s from but you can hear that she’s African. You can’t see her due to the sea of interns in front of you.

“When I call your names if you miss it, I will not be repeating myself…Adrien Johnson, Kiara Brooks, George Wilson, Liam Rodriguez, Sophia Porter, Y/N, L/N and Rianna Williams.” She says clearly. You and Riri squeeze your way through the crowd and finally see dark blue scrubs.

Shuri Udaku in the fucking flesh. You’ve read so many articles around her. She’s done so much, completely changed hospitals and medical care.

She’s pretty. Real Pretty. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she’s modeling those navy scrubs. Her name is etched on the lab coat.

‘Shuri Aja-Adanna Udaku.’

Tattoos cover her fingers and your sure they’re up her arm but they’re cut off by the scrubs. Her hair is shaved in an undercut and coils cover her forehead. Her hard eyes stare at yours.

“Staring problem?” She questions and Riri locks eyes with you, waiting for you to answer.

“I-“

“Don’t care, let’s go.” She interrupts.

She gives you all a quick tour of the hospital. You’ve never written so quickly before. She’s quick, stern and she’s assigned you all numbers since she doesn’t know your names.

Riri’s four and you’re two.

You, Dr. Udaku , Riri and the rest of the interns are all in the rather large elevator as she’s about to show you all the trauma bay. You’re sure that Riri’s excited and by the way she’s bouncing on her feet, she looks like a kid on Christmas.

One of the interns, who’s name you haven’t memorized yet speaks.

“Dr. Udaku, I love your work, I’ve seen so many article-“ He begins as her eyes cut over to his.

“I don’t care, I get my ass kissed everyday, I don’t care how many articles you’ve seen, I want to find out if you can do what I’ve done. If any of you have comments on my work, don’t mention it…It won’t get you further.” She says and coincidentally the elevator dings. She walks around the hospital like she owns it, and the surgeons around her know she owns the floor too. She ignores most greetings except for one.

A woman that’s around her height with light skin and long black hair that’s pulled back into a ponytail. Her tattoos are much more colorful that her counterpart, covering her neck and almost all of her arms.

“Wassup, A.J.” She smiles, smacking Dr. Udaku’s arm. She doesn’t have her lab coat on so all you see is her I.D and the first thing you notice is how pretty she looks in her photo. You’ve never seen anyone so photogenic.

Her name reads, Vivian Vision. Trauma Department.

“Hello… I’m working.” Dr. Udaku replies.

“I bet she’s scaring all of you, you’ll be fine, good luck on your first day.” She smiles warmly before a patient is rolled right next to all of you. She immediately begins to her to work, asking for stats and her voice fades as she follows the patients.

All of you watch in awe at the way she went from a simple conversation to beginning to save a life.

“The trauma bay can be very active especially in the mornings and at nights.” Shuri picks her lesson back up.

“That shit was so fuckin’ cool.” Riri sighs.

Yes it fucking was.

…

7: 49 AM

For your first day, you all get to watch a surgery with Dr. Udaku. She’s instructed You all to sit in the front, however she’s sitting right behind you. You see her in the reflection of the glass in front of you. Her legs are crossed, her chin resting in her hand and posture straight.

You force your eyes back on the surgery as she leans forward, placing her elbows on her knees. You can feel her eyes on you.

“Two.” She speaks as all the interns turn their head.

“Yes?” You respond. Riri sits next to you, her eyes glued to the surgery and doing her best not to pay attention to the conversation next to her.

“What’s this procedure called?” She asks. You had no idea what it was, she did it on purpose and you realized it now. But you can figure this out.

It’s Orthopedic. There’s a an incision over the thigh so that rules out anything in any other areas. It’s not a double hip replacement as there’s only one metal stem you notice the metal socket as well. You stare at instrument set, all of those are instruments for some kind of hip surgery.

“A total hip replacement.” You state.

“Yes it is, who’s the doctor?” She asks. She showed you all the board almost an hour again and you barely remember it.

She takes your silence as an incorrect answer.

“Anyone want to answer that?” Everyone is silent. You do your best to rack an image of the surgeon in your brain before Riri cuts in.

“Dr. Wyatt Wheatley.” Riri answers.

“Correct, I suggest you all pay attention in the near future, Dr. L/N And Dr. Williams, you will be on my first case next week.” She replies. You smile faintly and when you look into the glass, her eyes are trained on you.

Riri nudges you and whisper-yells.

“We in this shit..We already for first case.” She smiles. You smile back before the both of you look at the case in front of you.

…

1:00 PM.

You’ve been able to watch 2 surgeries today. They were both the same one and she questions everyone on it afterward. Everyone’s doing great but one person flakes. The same guy that tried to compliment her earlier.

His words get caught in his throat as you all sit in the O.R Gallery.

“You don’t seem very prepared, Dr. Johnson. Did you really go through four years or college and four years of medical school, just to flake?” She asks harshly and you feel hurt for him. He seems like the sensitive type and you sympathize with him. He’s a nervous wreck, similiar to the way you were back in College.

“N-no, sorry, can you repeat the question?”

“Why’re your apologizing?” She asks immediately. He rubs his palms on his scrubs as he meets her eyes.

“I-um-“

“Listen, Johnson. I need you to get some tough skin if you’re going to be working with me in the near future, I suggest you get off early to recollect yourself.” She suggests. He shakes his head before speaking.

“I can stay it’s f-fine.” He murmurs.

“Good.” She says briefly, almost like she was testing him.

..

3:53 PM

You all have a five minute break finally. You and Riri don’t click with any of the interns within your group, so you’ve founded a secluded hallway and managed to sit on an empty bed. She’s munching on some chips from the vending machine while you sip on some coke.

You’re both tired but neither of you have brought it up. Dr. Udaku is extremely strict and your brain has been moving too fast. She’s been testing everyone.

You’ve been awake for about 9 hours and you have 3

more to go.

“How you feeling?” You ask Riri. Her eyes drift slowly from her Chips to your face.

“It’s like God wanted to send the fuckin devil so he made her.” She scowls and you can’t help but laugh. She laughs quietly with you before speaking.

“She’s just so mean, what you think?” She asks. And a part of you finds it attractive. You’ve always liked both men and women and you’ve datee an equal amount but one thing you’ve always liked is someone that has their shit together.

She’s knowledgeable but not cocky. She knows her shit and she’s humble about it too. People gravitate towards her, it’s so fucking attractive and her tattoos and sharp jawline don’t help your case. And lord, her accent damn near makes your toes curl.

“Ion know she’s kinda fine.”

“See I knew you was gon’ say some wack ass shit.” Riri chuckles as she crumpled up her empty bag of chips.

“It’s true.” You shrug.

“Yeah, whatever, I get it.” She shrugs. You want to ask her who she thinks is attractive. You remember in medical school when Riri thought she might’ve like guys too but messed around with one one to realize she actually fucking hated it.

She kissed a friend while she was drunk and caught feelings quicker than she did with the guy she knew for a year.

That’s when she knew she only liked girls. You also know her type since you’ve known her for so long.

She doesn’t care for them being feminine or masculine since she’s a mix of both but she’s happened to date a mostly fems, mostly black women.

“Nobody here is pretty to you?”

“Vision, She coo’.” She shrugs. That’s Riri for ‘I’m trying to not make it a big deal but I really think she’s fine.’

You check your Apple Watch.

3:57 PM

looks like breaks over.

…

6:25 PM.

You feel gross now that you’re in your own clothes. Your team of interns is the first to be released and you watch Riri pull her sweatshirt over her body and slam her locker.

Eye bags are evident on her face and a small frown displays on her face as she grabs her car keys from her locker. She releases her hair from its bun and assess you, you’re still in the midst of changing.

“Meet me at the entrance in five, Y/N.” She rasps and yawning while walking past you. You’re the only one in the locker room and you’ve already changed into your flared leggings.

You remove your top, enjoying the fresh air on your skin. A knock forces you to turn around.

Dr. Udaku stands there, taking long strides before being an arms length away. You swear you see her eyes flash on the upper half of your body.

“Be early tomorrow, 7:20 instead of 8. I want you and Williams on rounds.” She speaks. Maybe your seeing things but the smallest smirk appears on that pretty face.

…

7:00 PM

Riri returns home from taking Roscoe out for a walk. She lays on the couch with him. You’ve both agreed to watch a movie together despite the exhaustion. You fill up your bowl of snacks and one for Riri as well.

“You want hot chips? You question, turning around when you’re met with silence. You find Riri knocked out, on her back and sprawled out on the couch, her arm and one leg hanging off of it.

You’re tired too. You walk towards her, grabbing the pillow against her side and placing it below her head. You cover her in a thick plush blanket that’s ended up on the floor (she probably kicked it off.) she luckily got her durag and bonnet on before knocking out. You turn the T.V off and watch Roscoe sleep on top of her feet. Sometimes you think the dog may be cute.

“Night’ Roscoe.” You say, petting the top of his head.

You turn all the lights off and make sure the door is locked and then go into your room. You still have so many boxes bur the first thing you do is fall straight into bed.

You get comfortable beneath the sheets and let sleep take over. Before you’re in too deep though, Dr. Udaku pops up in your brain. She’s so pretty. And you wonder if she has lean abs below those scrubs. Telling by those toned biceps, she just might.

You wonder where she’s from. You were going to ask till you remembered her no question statement earlier. Was she staring at you earlier? Maybe not? There’s no way, someone like her wouldn’t do anything that unprofessional like that. She’s too…harsh.

You’ll find out. Not tonight, but definitely someday.

[forays-into-fiction]

Rise and Shine

You and Eddie have been dating for a while now, moved in to your own place, really settled in. You prefer to wear as little clothing as possible, especially in these warmer months, but that might not always be the best idea. 

Request fill for Anon, hope you like it.

Minors DNI

Contains: Slight Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Slight Rockstar!Eddie/Reader, Petnames (Babe, Sweetheart), Finger Sucking, Unprotected Sex, Public Sex, Degradation/Name-calling (Slut)

With summer creeping in and the nights getting warmer you had begun to forgo even more of your clothing than usual, not that Eddie had any complaints about it, particularly when it led to most mornings starting with soft, sleepy sex before breakfast.

The freedom of living in your own apartment was a godsend, not that you didn’t like Eddie’s uncle Wayne, but it was beginning to get cramped in that trailer of theirs. Living there also meant donning more clothing than you’d like for the sake of modesty, but all that was a thing of the past.

This morning in particular you had awoken, hands reaching out in search of your boyfriend, but you were met with the empty expanse of cool sheets instead. Groaning and rising bleary-eyed you only just register the faint sounds of a guitar from the living room. Your back pops as you stretch your arms out overhead and make your way to the bedroom door in nothing but your bra and panties.

Trudging past the living room into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes you mumble, “G’mornin Eds.”

The guitar stops suddenly with an unexpected twang of the strings as you’re filling the kettle.

“Uhhh… babe…” Eddie gasps.

You reply without turning, “Yeah? Want a coffee?”

“No… babe.” He persists, sounding slightly panicked

You continue reaching for your mug, the cannister of coffee, going through the motions, “What’s up?”

“Y/N turn around.” He hisses. You do and spot the rest of his band all sitting around the coffee table.

“Oh fuck…” You scramble to duck behind the counter as they chuckle at you, “… uhhhh good morning, guys.” You call out with a wince.

“Oh no, it is a great morning.” Gareth replies cheekily, only to be met with Eddie’s ringed hand clapping him across the back of the head.

“Oww. Hey, geez watch the hardware, Munson.”

“Watch what you say to my girlfriend, Emerson.” He retorts.

“What? All I said was it’s a great morning.” He feigns innocence.

Eddie sends a glare his way in response.

Peering over the counter you see Eddie shrugging off his shirt, balling it up and tossing it over to you.

“Thank you.” You shout out as you slip his shirt over your head before reappearing.

“So, uh… umm sorry for… interrupting. Has Eddie offered you guys anything to eat or drink?” You try to move past the incident without comment.

“No, he hasn’t. Such terrible host that boyfriend of yours.” Jeff answers for the group as they shake their heads.

“I can make breakfast for all of us if you’re hungry, I can do pancakes, or eggs and bacon or French toast-”

Gareth cuts you off, “I think we all know what Eddie would rather be eating.”

“Jesus Christ dude shut up!” He gives him a shove.

In hopes of dispelling the tension, you try a different topic, “So, uh what brings you fine gentlemen ‘round this time of the morning?”

“Didn’t Eddie tell you?” Clarke speaks up for the first time.

“Shit, no I forgot.” Eddie gasps.

“Yeah, clearly…” You gesture down to your torso.

“Sorry babe.” He replies sheepishly, “Corroded Coffin booked a new gig. We wanted to go over some of our stuff, revise the set list, practice a bit you know.”

“Oh my god babe, that’s amazing!” You move to go to him but falter after the first step, “Pants… I need pants. One sec.”

You scurry back to the bedroom and pull on your own clothes, returning carrying Eddie’s shirt loosely in your hand. You pass it back to him and he pulls it on over his head. You lay a kiss on the crown of his head as his shirt settles over him and plop down on the couch beside him.

“I am so proud of you,” you beam at him before turning to the rest of the guys, “of all of you!”

They mutter a bashful chorus of thanks in response.

“Really though, are you guys hungry or thirsty or anything? ‘Cause I’m making coffee and pancakes for me.” You ask before rising from the couch.

They all mumble various words of assent and you get to work as they return to their earlier discussions and practice.

You lay out everything on the dining table before calling them all over. They tuck in eagerly and you begin, “So, tell me more about this gig, guys.”

“Well, it’s at The Patio, we may be able to get a standing gig if this one goes well.” Eddie answers piling pancakes onto his plate.

“I’m sure it’ll be great. You guys get the setlist figured out?”

“Yep, think we got it all sorted, right?” He looks to the guys and they agree.

“Yep, think we’re good, man” Gareth supplies.

“You want some cream with that babe? We all know how much you love your… cream.” You tease with a smirk, offering Eddie the canister of whipped cream.

Gareth snorts as Eddie reaches out for it, “What?” he asks puzzled.

Jeff tries to hide his smirk behind his coffee as Clarke chuckles, “Cream.”

Eddie looks over at you noticing your smirk, “… oh, not you too babe. They got you teasing me now too? You seemed to quite enjoy my fondness for cream just a couple of nights ago.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining babe, I love how much you love… cream.”

“Shut up…”

“Awww, come on Eds don’t pout. So, when’s the show? Am I invited?” You poke his arm playfully.

“Not if you keep bullying me.” He stabs at his pancakes.

“Oh, don’t listen to ‘im y/n, of course you’re invited.” Jeff adds.

“It’s this Wednesday at seven.” Gareth mumbles swallowing his mouthful of food.

“I will be there.”

Wednesday comes around quickly and you find yourself at The Patio in the perfect spot right by the stage watching Eddie and the guys introduce themselves.

The crowd gives an encouraging little cheer as they begin, you cheer Eddie’s name and he gives you a little grin.

You could watch him performing on a stage like this for the rest of your life. He’s always had a flare for the dramatic, but this is where he truly comes to life, losing himself to the music. His eyes always search out for yours in the crowd and when they meet it’s like electricity surging through you.

The way he looks right now sets your heart racing, his clothing clinging to his sweaty body, hair plastered to his forehead and the back of his neck, eyes sparkling, grinning madly, fingers dancing along the fretboard.

And fuck are you wet, he has you dripping every time he takes the stage and by now, he fucking knows it too. All the times he had you bent over a bathroom sink, in the back of his van, once even over the hood of someone else’s car and all right after a Corroded Coffin performance.

When they all stumble off stage Eddie beelines towards you, sweeping you up in a heated embrace, kissing you sloppily. He pulls back breathlessly, “How’d we do, babe?”

“Amazing as always, come on let’s get some drinks.” You tug on his arm leading him over to the bar.

The two of you find yourselves a little booth, drinks in hand and you plop down beside him. The rest of the band join shortly after with their own drinks and you congratulate them on a wonderful performance. 

They’re all chatting, but you can’t focus on what they’re saying, because Eddie’s hand has slipped under the table and is creeping up your thigh. When he reaches the hem of your dress, he pushes it aside and continues until he meets the sodden lace of your panties. 

He teases you over them with a little smirk never breaking the flow of conversation. You try your best to remain straight-faced but when he pulls your panties to the side and slips his fingers between your folds you let out a little gasp. 

Jeff looks over at you, “You ok, y/n? You’re looking a little sweaty, too warm in here for you?”

You grit your teeth and barely manage an answer, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Why don’t you step out for some fresh air?” He suggests.

“Hmm… oh, yeah that’s a good idea. Eddie, you wanna come with me?” You hiss.

“As the lady wishes.” He replies smugly before ever so slowly removing his hand from your panties.

You stand on shaky legs, assuring them, “Be back in a minute guys.”

Eddie slides out of his seat to stand beside you, holding out his hand for you to take… the same hand he just had rubbing at your cunt, still slick with your juices.

You take his offered hand, face heating even more so, how that was even possible you didn’t know.

He leads you outside down an alley by the bar, you hiss at him “You are an absolute menace, Munson.”

He spins around pushing you against the brick wall, leaning in close, his hand moving to cup the back of your head lest you bump it on the wall, “Oh, am I now little Miss ‘You Want Cream With That’?”

His other hand slips back under your dress as he teases, “See, I don’t think your dripping, little pussy agrees with you. Think she wants my ‘cream’ too. Just look at how you’ve drenched your panties.”

His fingers return to your slick folds and he swirls your wetness around your clit, you whimper in response, “Please Eddie… need more.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, sweetheart. What do you want first… my fingers or my dick?”

“Can… can I have both?” You pant desperately.

“Greedy… you want both? Tell me, sweetheart… how d’ya want it?”

“Wan’ your dick inside me and I wanna suck on your fingers… please.”

“Alrigh’, since you asked so nice an’ all. Can you lift up your dress for me?”

You do as he asks, ruching up the fabric of your dress in both hands, holding it above your hips. Hand dropping from behind your head, he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans and boxers ‘til they sit pressed just beneath his balls, heavy with cum. 

His weepy, ruddy cock stands proudly, jutting out from his thatch of curls and he rubs a hand along its length spreading his precum. He tugs your panties down to your knees and guides his cock between your folds, running the tip up and down through your arousal.

He eases in inch by inch and when he’s fully seated inside you, his eyes meet your own and he’s darting in for a searing kiss, swallowing up all the little noises you make. He pulls away panting, “You ready for my fingers now too?”

You nod, humming in response.

His hand comes up to your lips, wet with both your slick and his precum as he begins thrusting shallowly. Your tongue drops out laving over his digits before slowly sinking down over his pointer finger, moaning around it pathetically, eyes fluttering shut.

His other hand returns to your head, tugging on your hair lightly. You’re whining and drooling all over his fingers as he adds another, his hips increasing their pace, slamming into you with abandon.

“You like that huh, dirty little slut you are… so fucking wet, just soaking my cock and balls…”

You clamp down around him arousal flooding through you as he continues, “Yeah, you do… you know anyone could walk down here and see us, what would they think of you, slobbering on my fingers, getting split open by my cock against a brick wall…”

His hand drops from your head to flick at your swollen clit and it sends you into orbit, his fingers muffling your cries as your walls flutter around his cock, hips rising to meet his erratically.

His hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he unloads with a cry of his own, coating your slick channel with his seed. He slips out of you, both fingers and cock, leaving you a quivering mess, he pulls your panties back into place giving your thigh a quick squeeze along the way.

You let your crinkled dress fall back into place as he brushes your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek and leaning in for a gentle kiss.

Pulling away he teases breathily, “So, how’d you like your ‘cream’?”

“Oh, it was quite good actually. You know when it comes to ‘cream’, I am especially fond of creampies.” You tease back.

“Who’s the fucking menace now, huh?” He laughs.

“Should we… should we head back in?” You swipe a hand over your chin, clearing off the drool.

He nods rightening his own clothing, tucking himself away, before leading you back in arm in arm.