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Spring Fling - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader (Part Five) (18+) / Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Summary: You should have known the âno refundsâ detail on the website for Spring Fling was a red flag. But you paid no mind to it, eager to be assigned a quick fuck for spring break. When the man that walks through your cabin door is none other than Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, your wildly infuriating fellow pilot, you have two choices: bicker the entire time and have a miserable spring break, or fuck.
Contents/Warnings: smut, minors dni. fem!reader, pilot!reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, lots and lots of arguing, could these two people be any less cooperative, sex seven ways to sunday and then some, seriously like so much smut it'll make your eyes bleed, makeouts, rough sex, oral (m+f receiving), penetrative sex, will add as i post
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A/N: Thank you all for waiting for this chapter! I know it took me longer to finish this one than it did the others but it's the longest chapter so far, and I also had a lot of major life events go down in the time between this chapter and last. I appreciate each and every single one of you who stayed patient with me, and I hope that this chapter and that the rest to come are worth the wait :) <3
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Youâre doing a terrible job at paying attention to where youâre going as you take the elevator, jamming your finger against the 12 button so hard it hurts. Pizza is on the twelfth floor, and youâre hoping Daniel will be there early like you so that you can forget about Jake and his tyrannical rule.Â
Itâs clear as day to you; Jake thinks he has control over you just the same way he has control over the girls that drool over him at the Hard Deck. He thinks one glance will melt your brain into mush, but it wonât. It doesnât, and youâre not letting the cockiest man you know believe heâs won you over. Especially one that you work with. If anyone found out- if any of your fellow aviators knew that youâd succumbed to Jakeâs charms⊠youâd risk losing the respect youâve fought hard to earn on the tarmac. Youâre not letting your career take a nosedive because Jake wonât stop bragging about getting his dick wet. He doesnât get a say in your life if he has nothing genuine to contribute to it. You know him well enough to know that caving in and fucking would be the worst decision of your life, and you refuse to let him feel like heâs won you like a prize. Youâre standing up for yourself; if he can shit-talk Daniel, you can shit-talk Miss Melons.
Your skin prickles with annoyance the more you think about the woman that had approached you both- seriously, did she not consider that she was being intrusive and rude? You assume Jake has snagged her away from her roommate by now, and theyâre probably having a better time than you are.Â
Everything feels unfair, down to the coincidental roommate placement. Itâs like the universe had heard you needed a break, and wanted to punish you for it.
Cracking open your book helps, but it takes you a while to get into the groove. Youâre sitting poolside across from the pizza place, eyes glancing from page to parlor every once in a while to check for a certain bearded man. The main lead is compelling, and your stomach soars as you imagine Daniel in a cowboy hat. Youâd save that horse.
Peace is hard to find while sitting poolside on a cruise, but chaos is actually the perfect white noise for you to read, and your concentration isnât broken until a shadow falls over your lounge chair. You glance up, but itâs not the man youâd wanted to see.
âHey.â Jakeâs already frowning, his face apprehensive like he thinks youâll scream at him to get away. You want to, but you donât want to cause a scene.
âWhat, Hangman?â
âIâm not trying to control you.â He pushes despite seeing your gaze back on your book, âI just donât think youâre meant to be with Daniel. But I shouldnât have given you a hassle for doing the same thing to me. I just⊠I do it because-â
He stops short, glancing sideways at a man running despite the clear no running sign on the lifeguard tower. You decide to help him in his moment of need.
âBecause youâre used to women who let you walk all over them. Even if youâre not trying to control me, youâre used to having that control. Itâs familiar for you, so you expect it, even if you donât know youâre doing it. But Iâm not like that. You canât keep me waiting on you.â
The scoff he lets out is accompanied by an expression that looks truly pained, âThat ainât it at all. But forget it. Donât worry about why I do it. I just thought maybe you were doinâ it to me for the same reasons. But never mind. Iâll shut up about Daniel. Truce?â
You glare up at him, book still open in your lap. He extends an uncharacteristically helping hand, and you wait a truly uncomfortable amount of time before taking it and shaking once.
âTruce.â
He takes the chair beside you, stretched out in the sun. Unfortunately, it seems like your reading time is over as his head turns to you, âSo, Dudley showed up yet?â
âHeâs coming for lunch.â You cling to your novel, trying desperately to ignore Jake and his instantly broken promise, âWhat about Melon girl, they werenât ripe enough for you?â
âShe wasnât my type.â He starts, and thereâs a heavy silence before he continues, âI donât like a woman who thinks itâs fun to get between a couple.â
The sideways glance you send Hangman, the âI-told-you-soâ smirk, is lethal.
âAnyways.â He continues, tone more casual now, âFancy a swim, darlinâ?â
âIâll read instead,â You offer, âBut you have fun, Hangman.â
âParty Pooper,â He accuses, standing from the lounge chair heâs occupying and stretching briefly, âYouâre an absolute mood-killer. No fun, the most boring person on this boat.â
âIâm about to be more of one: have you put sunscreen on?â
âNope,â He grins, âYou volunteering to do the honors, you sleazy thing?â
âAbsolutely not. But you can use the stuff in my bag.â You nod at your tote bag, âDonât use it all, though.â
âYes, maâam.â Jake nods, folding into a seat on the edge of the lounge chair beside yours, âSo, whatâs going on in that book, they boning yet?â
âMhm.â You nod absently as Jake begins smearing sunscreen over his arms and legs, âReal sexy stuff.â
âIâve got somethinâ sexier for you.â
âItâs a porn book, Hangman,â You clarify, in case heâs forgotten, âIâm trying to read porn. Leave me alone.â
âThereâs porn right here!â He calls, arms out to show off his impressively tanned and toned chest, a thick layer of sunscreen giving it a sheen that glistens in the light. As reluctant as you are to admire anything about Jake, you canât lie; he has a body worth ogling. But you will not ogle it.
âThis pornâs better,â You hum, glancing up at Jake through your lashes, deceptively inviting, âThis guyâs got a cowboy hat on.â
âIâve got a million and one cowboy hats,â Jake insists, slowly inching towards you and away from the edge of the pool, âIs that really all it takes, darlinâ? âCause I can slap one on in seconds, if thatâs what youâre after. âEven brought one with me in case my roommate was into it.â
âMm, maybe,â You let him get closer, excitement clearly swirling in his eyes as he advances towards your chair. He doesnât notice the shifting of your feet until itâs too late and one is shoving firmly against his chest, knocking him off balance and sending him tumbling backwards into the pool.
Thereâs not anyone in his immediate vicinity besides you, so you take the brunt of the splash, but itâs worth it.
âBut I like it better when the hatâs on a real gentleman!â You call, laughter interrupting your words as Jake emerges from the pool well and truly soaked, shaking water out of his hair. Heâs been thoroughly underwater trained, so heâd been able to catch his breath in time despite the surprise of it all, and thereâs no real harm done besides the initial splash.
âYou dirty rotten minx,â He calls, water dripping from his short hair into his eyes, âYou lured me in with the promise of cowboy hat sex just to push me in the pool?â
âI canât believe you fell for it!â Youâre still laughing, but maybe this bout of giggles is only to annoy him, âThatâs, like, the oldest trick in the book. Well, maybe besides the cowboy hat sex thing. But you shouldnât have gotten so close!â
He braces his elbows on the wall of the pool, the border surely burning his skin. But he stares at you regardless, âI thought you were finally givinâ in.â
âItâd take a lot more than a cowboy hat to make me give in, Jake.â You laugh, turning back to your book, âLike, a full personality transplant.â
Jake hears Danicaâs words repeated back to him in his head, âShow, donât tellâ.
âNoted. Iâll look into oneâuh those,â He quips, smile sarcastic and empty as he resorts to swimming alone, âHey, when youâre done with that chapter, you should join me.â
âNo.â
âAlright.â
You glance away from the bookâs pages at Hangmanâs unusual, immediate acceptance of your refusal. But he lifts himself out of the water- no stairs, no ladder, only his forearms against the deck, and your stomach sinks as you realize he might be playing a game of wills with you.
Instead, he sits beside you again, this time facing away from you, âWill you rub some sunscreen on my back?â
You want to say no. You would, if he were only asking to feel your hands on him. And maybe thatâs part of it, but you also know that as much as he tans, he could burn, and his back is the only part of himself that he canât reach. Youâd want someone to do you the solid too, so you sigh and set your book aside.
âFine. But you owe me.â
âMhm.â He nods, passing you the sunscreen, âIâll rub it wherever you want, Y/N.â
You whack him upside the head with the bottle, and when he hisses in pain and pitches forwards, you squirt some of the lotion onto your palm and begin applying it to the broad, tanned, muscled expanse of his back.
Youâre no masseuse, but apparently youâre rubbing all the right places, because Jake lets out grunts and groans that are borderline pornographic. If they were coming from anyone else, you might have squirmed in your seat, but each one sends your eyes rolling skywards as you cover Jakeâs skin in goopy sun lotion.
âDamn, youâre good.â Jake grunts as you dig into a knot beneath his shoulder blade, âDo that again?â
âIâm putting sunscreen on you, Jake, not working out muscle tension.â
âOh, come on, just a little more?â He pleads, turning so that he can glance at you from the side of his gaze, eyes shining in prayer.
You dig extra hard into his muscle, and you take some sort of wicked pleasure in the way that his resulting groan is more of a pained yelp than something of enjoyment.Â
âThere, Hangman.â You whack the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades, âYouâre all oiled up.â
âArenât you glad you were the one to get to do it?â Jake grins blindingly, and you bury your nose in your book again to avoid answering his question.
âOh, you can stick your face in that book all you want,â Jake drawls, and you hear the displacement of the water he steps in as he lowers himself into the pool, gracefully and by choice this time, âBut I know you liked having your hands all over me, darlinâ.â
You want to gripe something back- something witty and cutting that will tear him down where he stands, but heâs turned away from you, already submerging himself to begin swimming laps. You admire his dedication to exercise even while on vacation- you have no plans to visit the gym in the lower decks.
Jake sees the diving board just as you do, and you keep him in your peripheral vision as he climbs out of the pool to make his way up the ladder. Your novel is begging to be read, but your eyes stick firm on one fitting word- âabdomenâ so that you can watch Jake from the corner of your eye as he prepares to dive.
Fortunately, you donât need to continue the ruse of reading because Jake bellows from across the deck, âY/N, look!â
Youâre met with a grin when you look up at him, his arms raised above his head and joined flush together in diving position, âIâm gonna dive- watch me.â
âIâm watching.â You call, injecting your voice with as much disinterest as you can manage without feeling guilty, âThis feels like babysitting, Hangman.â
He dives instead of quipping back, and itâs an impressive one, not that youâll sing his praises for it. He comes up on the side of the pool closest to you, arms flinging an arc of water onto the concrete before you.
âWas it good?â He asks, panting slightly, hanging onto the wall.
âYes,â You reply, a sickly sweet smile on your face as you condescend to him, âYou did so good, honey.â
âShut up,â He sends a wave of water splashing over your sandals, and you canât be mad at him after all the teasing youâve been inflicting upon him.
âIâve been workinâ on my diving,â He goes back to swimming around, this time more casual as he keeps his head above the water to speak with you, âMy nieces back home are learninâ to swim so Iâve been in the pool a lot lately. Anytime they drag me in there I dive in and splash them.â
His arms cut through the water with strength and ease, confident strokes as you mull over his words. The image of Jake urging a toddler in floaties to cross a 3-foot gap into his arms is- endearing, not that youâll admit it. You hum in acknowledgement, and tuck back into your book.
Thereâs not many people in the pool this early- most are probably still in bed with a hangover and a mess to clean up - and itâs large to boot, so thereâs plenty of room. Your eyes drift left and catch sight of a jacuzzi, and suddenly your beach chair seems to pale in comparison.
Okay, you wonât join Jake in the pool, but youâll relax for a couple of minutes in the jacuzzi. Just until Daniel gets here.
Jake doesnât notice that youâve stood until your chair is empty, and you have a perfect view of him floundering, scanning the entire deck until he spots you half-submerged in the hot tub.
You get to laugh at him again, and he grants you a good-natured grin instead of getting annoyed.
âI thought youâd finally found whatâs-his-name,â Jake swims over to the separation wall that keeps the hot water parted from the cold, âMind if I join you, Y/N?â
âOnly if youâre- careful!â You shriek, trying desperately to protect the pages of your book from his sopping wet skin as he scales the barrier, âHangman, if this book gets wet, youâre replacing it for me.â
âAlright, alright! Iâll take you on a shopping spree, relax. Hey, if Iâm buyinâ you porn books, doesnât that make me somethinâ like a sugar daddy?â
âYouâre not getting any sugar,â You shrug, âBut sure.â
âJust call me daddy, Y/N.â He grins, âThatâs all the sugar I need.â
You hide behind your book so that he canât see the way your face wrinkles into a grimace. The heat from the jacuzzi spreads inexplicably quick all of a sudden, warming your neck, your ears, your face, and Jake lets out a thick, heavy groan as he settles into the warm water.
âThis is nice.â He muses, eyes closed, âReal relaxing.â
âItâs less relaxing when someoneâs talking the whole time,â You peek across the side of your book, âShut up, maybe?â
Jake snorts, leaning his head back against the edge of the pool, âAlright, alright your majesty. Iâll stay silent.â
You donât verbally thank him, but you donât make a scene when his leg drifts across the jet currents of the jacuzzi to brush against yours.
You cover a good chunk of your novel before a voice calls your name, and this time itâs the two people youâd been hoping to see all morning. Danica waves giddily at you and Jake, whoâs picked his head up from where you thought heâd fallen asleep and is already mad-dogging Daniel. You wave back to Danica, and cast a quick glance down at your bathing suit before standing to greet Daniel. Itâs just as tight and showy as you prefer it to be.Â
You pay no attention to Jake where he gets out behind you, too focused on Daniel to care. But perhaps you should have, because youâre two steps from meeting Daniel in the middle when Jakeâs strong arm shoves you sideways, and your book is wrenched from your grasp as you fall sideways into the pool.
Itâs cold, colder even because youâd been soaking in the hot tub. Youâre surprised, but you suppose you canât even really be mad at him considering itâs just payback for what heâd done to you.
Youâve barely righted yourself in the water before thereâs another splash beside you, and when you finally emerge thereâs hands reaching for your waist, Danielâs as you realize heâd jumped in to help you.Â
âYou-!â You splutter at Jake with bleary, chlorine-soaked eyes, attention split between Daniel whoâs trying to ensure youâre alright, and Jake whoâs snickering while holding your book in his thankfully dry hand.
âYou asshole.â Daniel finishes for you, âShe could have drowned!â
âI know how to swim,â You brace a hand on Danielâs chest- startlingly bare, but riddled with coarse, brown hair, âItâs fine, I- I pushed him in earlier.â
âRelax, Prince Charming. Itâs just a bit of payback. And look,â Jake waves your novel in front of you, âDry as a bone.â
âWell I am- uh, not.â You stand half-submerged in the pool, Daniel still holding onto your waist, âSo, I guess I will go swimming.â
âGreat. You can swim with us.â Daniel smiles, warm and inviting as he keeps his hands on you.
âYeah, us.â Jake agrees, taking Danicaâs towel and spreading it over a sunny lounge chair for her.
Jake helps lower Danica gently into the pool, holding her hand while she takes the stairs, before jumping in beside you so that youâre splashed by the wave he creates.
âYou are an asshole,â You laugh, breaking away from Danielâs grip to shove at Jakeâs shoulder. The grins on your faces are bright and genuine, perhaps the first time youâve both been able to laugh with each other the entire trip. It feels nice, and you donât fight when he shoves back at you with strong arms.
âHey- hey!â Danica shouts, standing behind Daniel with a hand on his shoulder, âWhy donât you turn that pushing and shoving into a game of chicken?â
âIâm down,â Daniel seems thrilled to be opposite Jake as he lowers himself for Danica to climb atop his shoulders, âY/N, you okay on his shoulders?â
Jake does the honors himself, dunking himself under the water and coming up between your legs. You barely have time to plant your hands on the top of his head, fingers twisting instinctively into his hair as you accidentally tug it while he stands at his full height again.
âShit, sorry Hangman.â You let go of his hair, hoping you hadnât yanked too hard. Heâs forgiven, for now, so you wonât resort to childish things like hair-pulling.
âThatâs okay, darlinâ.â He grins, craning his neck back to meet your eye, âI like it when you tug on my hair.â
You have to overlook Jakeâs suggestive comment as Danicaâs already reaching for you, and you eagerly engage in a shoving match while the two men beneath you plant themselves into the bottom of the pool. You manage to get a leg up on Danica, and theyâre both pushed backwards by the force of your shove, but Daniel surges forwards and ends up knocking you and his roommate right into each other.
You collapse against Danica, forehead-to-forehead, giggling like little girls. Her eyes are bright and shining with amusement, and her breath smells minty- like gum, not toothpaste. Youâre more than happy to begin pushing at each other again, and though youâre confident your navy-built muscles are going to prevail, she lands a critical shove against your shoulder that throws you off-balance and sends you toppling off of Jakeâs shoulders.
The water is cold, colder than you remember as you splash into it, and when you come up for air, already laughing, Jakeâs facing you, having turned when youâd fallen from his shoulders. Heâs grinning too, a hand already outstretched to help you up, but upon seeing you stand his eyes widen and his face drops.
âShit.â He lunges for you, cutting through the water as his arm wraps around your back to yank you tight against his chest. You protest, grunting with exertion as you try fighting against his grip. But his muscles are impressive, and youâre trapped against his chest despite your best efforts.
âWould you cut it out? Iâm trying to help you. Your top came untied.â
âWhat?â You splutter, water trailing down your face as you quell your instinctive struggle against his crushing hold. You realize that the reason for the extreme cold had, in fact, been because your bikini top had abandoned ship, and you barely have time to process the feeling of your bare tits slammed up against Jakeâs hard, toned chest before heâs fishing the bathing suit out of the water and feeding it around your waist.
âUp,â He instructs, lifting his eyes to the expansive blue sky above you so that you can separate yourself from his chest for long enough to cover your own again. Itâs- a strange gesture of courtesy that you would have expected from Daniel, sure, but not Jake. Perhaps thatâs why youâre so sluggish, why it takes you longer than expected to fit your top back over your tits and grapple with the strings.
âYou decent?â Jake asks, and when you grunt in confirmation he drops his eyes again. He notices you struggling with the ties and reaches for them himself, gently swatting your fingers away as he uses his advantage of sight. It presses his muscular shoulder up against your face, and you turn so that your cheek rests against it instead of your nose. Suddenly youâre held against his chest like a slow dance, and something terribly and inexplicably squirmy happens in your stomach.
âDone. I double knotted it.â He hums, and itâs such a sincere tone, one thatâs completely vacant of all his usual dickishness, that you lose yourself staring at his face when he pulls away. You begin examining it for any sign that perhaps he was murdered and replaced with a poorly-trained doppelganger.
His hair looks right, albeit sopping wet. His eyebrows are growing slightly bushier than usual, but nothing youâd consider a complete and total imposter. His nose is still the same: strong, slightly downturned (though not as far as Roosterâs), and thereâs a tiny patch of sunscreen that hasnât been rubbed in near his right eye. His mouth is set in a determined purse as he double knots the strings of your bikini top together, and his eyes- his eyes are different.
Miles different than youâve ever seen them. The outside edge of his hazel-green rings is softened, like someone has blurred their usual sharp border and lined it with suede. His pupils are huge, and theyâd be eclipsing his irises if those werenât so big and puppy-like. He is, in every sense of the word, gentle, inside and out.Â
Jake has never been gentle before.Â
âYou alright?â He asks, and you snap back to reality with his large hands spread over the expanse of your bare back, the eyes that youâd been examining firmly and concernedly fixed upon you. Only a few meager strings separate his skin from yours, and you nod once, steadily as you gently push his arms off of you.
âLetâs go again,â You call to Danica and Daniel, your voice a piss-poor attempt at strength and nonchalance as it lacks its usual life, âGood hit, Danica. But watch out, Iâm gonna kick your ass.â
âBring it,â She grins gleefully, and her giddy gaze drifts downwards to Jakeâs face when he lifts you onto his shoulders yet again. From the looks of it they share some sort of silent conversation- some inside joke that youâre not privy to.Â
Something about that, something about her excluding you from a conversation with your own teammate makes you shove her, not enough to knock her off of Danielâs shoulders, but enough to show her that youâre not going easy on her. She shrieks giddily as she writhes to stay balanced on Danielâs shoulders, a smidge less broad than Jakeâs. Youâre thankful for that, for the steady mount youâve got, as you resume pushing and shoving at Danica.
Jake is going insane. Not only does the phantom sensation of your bare tits- nipples hard from the chilly pool water - stick to him like a wet t-shirt, he can feel you against the back of his neck, your warm sex nestled snugly against him with only the bottom half of your bikini to separate you. Your thighs bracket his head, close enough for him to reach out and bite at, but he has to focus on keeping his stance sturdy so that you can play properly. Danielâs glaring viciously at him across the few feet that separates the four of you, and heâs not going to let Mr. Mailman win.Â
This time, Jake suspects youâve used that military muscle of yours, because Danica slips backwards off of Danielâs dewy shoulders and splashes into the pool. Your hand cups beneath Jakeâs chin, tilting his head upwards and leaning it back into your lap.
âNice one,â He grins upside-down at you, and you bump your fist against his when he offers it. Then youâre craning your neck down, surely uncomfortable as you leave mere inches between your lips and his, and his ears are ringing.
âBack up,â You murmur, disguising it as a congratulatory speech while Daniel helps Danica back onto his shoulders, âGet them to chase us and weâll use the momentum against them.â
âDarlinâ,â Jake proclaims, pride puffing up his chest that your legs are resting against, âYouâre my kinda woman. Always looking to win.â
âJust do it, Hangman,â You scoff, but your eye-roll is less than irritated, fond if anything due to your partnership as Jake drops his head to face Daniel and Danica once more.
Jake stands in place where heâd been before, but when Danica engages with you he begins backing up. Slowly, carefully, ensuring that his feet are planted steadily each step so that youâre not tipped over, he makes his way towards the drop off towards the deeper end of the water. Daniel follows, taking the bait, and soon enough his predicament becomes obvious: heâs not as tall as Jake.
He stands somewhere close to six feet, surely, but not past it like Jake does. Your partnerâs head is still comfortably above water, smirk in full force as Danielâs beard becomes waterlogged.Â
âThatâs not fair!â Danica laughs, petting sympathetically at Danielâs sopping wet hair, âPoor guy, weâll get you stilts for the next round.â
Daniel lands a teasing pinch against the curve of her ass and she shrieks. You lunge for her, using her momentary shock to catch her off guard as you send her tumbling backwards into the water behind Daniel.Â
You donât have time to celebrate before Jake is ducking down and slipping himself out from beneath you, his strong arms bracing your fall so that you barely sink a few feet into the water. He crushes you in a celebratory hug, his laughter harmonizing with your own. He turns you both to face Daniel and Danica as they splutter to catch their breath, his cheek pressed flush against your own.Â
âChicken Champions,â He declares, holding you tight to his side at his own height, which means your feet float above his own in the water, âIâd offer to go again, but thatâd just be cruel. You ladies wanna chatter in the hot tub while Danny-Boy and I show off on the diving board?â
âI brought a book,â Danica hums, face dripping with water you feel only mildly guilty for submerging her in, âIf you wanna read, Y/N, Iâll do it with you.â
âPerfect.â Daniel nods, already cutting through the water on his way to the diving board, âIâll be careful not to splash you guys.â
âI wonât.â Jake supplies helpfully, his grin turned shit-eating as he eyes you up, âNo point in reading one of them smutty porn books if youâre not soaking wet.â
âSplash me and Iâll throw your room key off the side of the boat, Hangman,â You promise, âYouâll be begging strangers to take pity on you in the elevator.â
âNah, thatâs not my style,â Jakeâs voice is dripping with intent while Daniel takes position on the diving board, his swim trunks dripping steady trails of water. You donât know why until he continues, taking his own bait, âIâll leave that to Daniel.â
You blame Jakeâs comment for why Danielâs dive nearly turns into a belly flop. Itâs instantaneous, really, Danielâs changing of posture as he registerâs Jakeâs biting words, and you have half a mind to admonish Jake for riling Daniel up during a dive- that could have ended badly. As it stands, Daniel does a sort of cannonball, though not intentionally, and you and Danica cringe in unison when he lands, sending water splashing well over the divider into the hot tub. Your book remains mostly unscathed- only a droplet of water lands on the cover and obscures the male leadâs face, blurring out his beard and making him appear clean-shaven.Â
Jake is already scaling the ladder, and when he gets to the top he surveys Daniel emerging from the water.
âSix,â He shrugs, sneering down at Daniel from the highest point on the deck, ââCouldâve clinched a seven if you hadnât splashed the ladies, but your form was still shit.â
He doesnât give Daniel a chance to fire back- or maybe the man is just too smart to take Jakeâs bait - before he sets his arms together above his head, and seamlessly, impeccably cuts through the water. For someone so muscular and bulky, his form is graceful- not that youâll ever tell him that. Water arcs outwards from where heâd landed, one half of the splash practically targeting Daniel where he stands watching.
He swims farther, nearly reaching the other end of the pool before he emerges, shaking water from his hair like a dog as he looks intently at you and Danica in the hot tub for a rating.
âTen!â Your reading companion shouts, blessedly unaware of the tense atmosphere- or again, too intelligent to fall for Jakeâs lowly antics- and you look at the water-stained cover of your novel.
You smear away the water droplet with your dry thumb, and the male main characterâs beard returns.
âFour.â You call, voice deadpan as you lock your eyes on your novel, âFor playing dirty and sabotaging the other contestants.â
Hangmanâs grin is open-mouthed and cemented into place as he stands taller than Daniel in the water, tanned skin standing starkly out from the blue of the chlorinated water, âDirtyâs the best way to play, darlinâ.â
Danica shoots you a look from behind the spread of her novel that youâve sent many-a-girlfriend before. Itâs the wide-eyed, restrained smile that screams âWeâre talking about this laterâ, and you mirror her expression with your own disdain.
âLeave us alone,â You call, grinning apologetically at Daniel so that he knows heâs only a bystander, âWe want to read.â
âLetâs leave the ladies to their smut, Dorian.â Jake calls, louder than he needs to be as he stretches to display his toned abdomen and muscled arms, âWe can find our own fun. Wanna see who can swim the fastest? Place your bets, ladies: pilot or mailman?â
âYou swam pretty slow when you crash-landed in the Pacific that one time,â You muse, fighting to keep a smirk off of your face, âI remember thinking you would die in the time it took for you to swim back to shore.â
âWouldnâtâve gone so slow if I wasnât hauling my RIO back to shore. He hit his head on the way down,â Jake dips his head towards Danica, happily regaling her with the tale, and you realize youâve only fluffed his ego more, âSo he was unconscious. Well I couldnât just leave him there, âpoor guy was only a trainee. So I took him along. It did slow me down, but,â He heaves a disgusting, gaudy, fake sigh, âIt was worth it to send him back home to his mama.â
You taste a hint of blood where youâve apparently chewed through your lip. You let it go and hope nothing escapes your mouth. It would be a shame to stain the pages of your novel red.
Youâre trying very hard not to pay attention to Jake and Danica where heâs engaged her in a staring contest. Well, you suppose itâs not much of a contest that she can win: the point is that youâre losing. Jakeâs showing off his impressive build, still running his mouth with every vaguely self-complementary anecdote he can embellish, and Danica is taking the bait, which means that your rampant attempts to cool Jakeâs ego have failed.Â
You let the warm, borderline-hot water sink into your skin and simmer alongside the building irritation that threatens to blow beneath the surface. Youâre tired. This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation for you- or, if not relaxing, a good way to blow off steam. You were supposed to be bent in half up against the shower wall by now, not bending the pages of your book with the strong grip youâve cemented onto them while you mediate Jakeâs ego and the willingness of so many women to accommodate it.Â
Part of you wants to let loose and have fun- not with Jake, of course. Never with Jake. But part of you wants to act rationally, forget the constant rivalry between you two and let him shack up with whoever will show him her tits first. But the other part of you, the one that cheers every time he places second in a show of skill, wants to knock him down a peg. Itâs why youâre so persistently humbling him- or, trying to, at least. Something about him putting on this cocky persona- erasing all human emotion to make way for pure sleaze puts you on edge, and you pity the fool who believes it.
You canât tell if Danicaâs that fool yet, because sheâs turned back to her book with a smile, but to her credit she doesnât ogle him while heâs swimming. It would be easy to- heâs all tanned muscle and gestures that show off just the right curve or vein. He knows how to preen, but Danica seems to be minding her own business. That makes it easier for you to read your own novel; you donât feel like you have to keep an eye out for her anymore.
Youâre not sure whether itâs a love for the act or a wordless competition to outswim the other that keeps Jake and Daniel occupied with lapping the pool for so long, but as more and more people filter out of their rooms and onto the deck, thereâs not much room for recreation anymore.
âAre you done?â You ask Danica, peering over at her after someone unknowingly sends a wave of water straight for you both, narrowly avoiding soaking your novels.
âI think Iâm done.â She nods sheepishly, rushing to stand and keep her book dry, âShould we run away before the men notice weâre leaving?â
âExcellent plan,â You laugh, but you can practically feel Jakeâs eagle eye upon you as you race for your towel, leaving soaked footprints behind on the wooden deck, âWe should go get some pizza. Theyâre making more now that itâs a little busier out here.â
âYou shouldnât stare like that.â Danielâs irritatingly smooth voice, pitched up slightly from Jakeâs and entirely free of Jakeâs rugged charm, makes Jakeâs lips yearn to curl into a sneer.
Jake pivots in the cold pool water to face Daniel rather unimpressed, a scoff begging to burst from his lips, âLike what?â
âLike sheâs a piece of meat, or something.â Danielâs arms are crossed, and Jake plants his feet firmly against the concrete floor of the pool.
âOh, youâre so virtuous,â Jake drawls, his skin burning and not from the rays of sun hitting it directly, âYou frenched her in an elevator, Daniel, youâve got no room to be talking to me about class.â
âShe wanted me to kiss her. She kissed me.â Daniel insists, and Jake laughs- actually laughs, a grit of his teeth and a forceful exhalation of air, âThatâs different than staring at her ass while she runs away from you like youâd flip her skirt up at a drive-in movie theater.â
âFlipping skirts,â Jake laughs, sadistic grin in full force, âDaniel, Iâm not that old fashioned! Please, sheâs in a bathing suit that she chose, for a sex cruise that she booked, and you know what? She probably wants you to be staring at her ass in it. And you donât seem too concerned with the other people on the deck, Iâm sure a few of them are looking too. And are you worried Iâm looking at Danicaâs ass?â
âYouâre not looking at Danicaâs ass.â Daniel nearly bites his tongue in an effort to keep his voice level, âBecause youâre not interested in Danica. Youâre interested in Y/N and you canât have her. Sheâs not yours.â
âSheâs not yours, either.â Jake spits, and thereâs a moment of silence where both menâs chests heave with barely-suppressed tension. Jake realizes that heâs admitted to Daniel that he has no real claim over you, but the other man doesnât fight back against not having one of his own. But you are his, you are Jakeâs, in the way youâd fallen asleep in his arms last night, in the look in your eyes when youâd stared into his own earlier, in the stain on his pajama pants.
Youâd moaned his name- his name, not Danielâs.
Someone knocks into Daniel from behind, backing right into him and nudging him slightly off balance.
âOh!â The woman shrieks, âIâm sorry! I wasnât paying attention.â
âItâs fine.â He offers her a tight smile, heading for the ladder, âDonât worry about it.â
Jake hauls himself up out of the pool with nothing but his forearms, using his towel to dry his hair if only to show off the expanse of his chest to any who may be watching. He checks- youâre not.
âSo,â Danica leans forwards into your space at the pizza counter, eyes meaningfully wide, âTell me why heâs acting like this.â
âHe always acts like this.â You scoff, and when she levels you with an unimpressed glare, you insist, âNo, really! Heâs just- everything is a competition to him, everything. I met his mom once, and she told me that he used to have races at the dinner table to see who could finish their food first. He kept making himself sick but as long as heâd beat his brothers he didnât care. He always has to win, and right now, heâs competing for us.â
âNo, heâs competing for you.â Danica corrects you, âIs he winning?â
âHell no. Heâs- heâs not really competing for me, not meaningfully. He just wants to say he âgot meâ, you know? That would be major bragging rights on the tarmac. But thatâs exactly why I canât give in- I canât be known as the woman who slept with her fellow pilot! Then they wouldnât see my achievements anymore, just my mistakes.â
âI get that.â She nods, âBut how do you know heâs just gonna dump you?â
âIâve watched him dump the whole of San Diego,â You scoff, âThatâs what he does. He doesnât do love, heâs the kind of guy whoâs only ever interested in something quick and dirty.â
âEveryone does love.â Danica frowns, âSome people just start later in life than others. And I think heâs starting now. With you.â
âLove,â You laugh, and sure, itâs dramatic, but if it gets through to her, you donât care, âA man who loves me would not have tormented me for my entire career.â
She tilts her head thoughtfully, âI think he does. Even if he doesn't act the way you think he should, even if he doesn't act the way you would, I think he does love you. I think he just loves differently. I think he's new to it. What has he done to torment you?â
You huff, grateful for the opportunity to vent, âHe constantly tries one-upping me- again, he canât lose. He just- he pokes and prods and teases me like weâre on the playground or something, and itâs non-stop. Itâs not like heâs sweet most of the time and then thereâs a few bouts of light teasing, itâs- itâs constant, and I canât ever let my guard down, or Iâll lose.â
âSo youâre fighting to win, too.â Her eyes narrow slightly, âWhy?â
âBecause. I can't be second-best, and I canât be known as the woman who slept with her coworker. Iâm not doing that.â You repeat.
âOh," She laughs, "So you're both stubborn. You don't want to lose, either. But second-best is temporary, rankings come and go. And I understand your thing about not wanting to be known for sleeping with him, but even if you did sleep with him, the whole Navy doesnât have to know.â
âThey will, Hangman will brag. He always brags.â
âHe wonât- not if heâs in love with you, not if you want him to keep it private.â
âHeâs not in love with me-!â
âFour slices of Pepperoni, two cheese?â A large tray is placed between you and Danica at the counter youâre both leaning against, and it snaps the two of you out of your debate.
You turn to see one of the employees looking expectantly at you, and Danica stammers, âUh, three cheese.â
âSorry.â He smiles placatingly at her, scooping another slice onto the plate, âThree cheese.â
âThank you.â You take the pepperoni pizza, leaving Danica to collect the cheese. You feel bad for walking away, even if you know sheâs hot on your trail, but you feel frustratingly suffocated, like everyone is urging you to make the biggest mistake of your life and never considering why you simply canât. She doesnât know Jake, she hasnât spent the last decade with him as heâs blown his way through tourist after tourist, bragging all the while. And he doesnât understand what it would be like- even if he wasnât looking to win, even if he did just want to try casual sex for fun, youâd never be able to escape that reputation.Â
You feel like youâre going crazy, and you plop down between Jake and Daniel where they sit at opposite sides of a table, ready to stuff your face with pizza instead of dealing with any of it.
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kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation
I keep thinking "I'm so bad at writing angst and anything upsetting, I hate leaving my stories as anything but lighthearted :/" but then I consistently end up writing angst into everything, including fic chapters that are supposed to be comedic and fluffy so uhhhh lets see how I do when deliberately going for emotional devastation :D !
And since I've been thinking about it lately we'll go with a premise of:
A Jason who knows he's come back from death many times but has no guarantee he'll come back from death again volunteering for a suicide mission and Tim knowing this might be his last chance to confess
There's nothing graphic, but this is all hurt no comfort, angsty as fuck sad shit with an ending that leaves it ambiguous as to whether or not this death sticks. Hope y'all enjoy!
Jason states in a flat, calm tone, "It needs to be me."
They all turn to look at him, their bodies backlit by the glow of the reactor's slowly worsening meltdown.
"What the hell are you talking about," Dick asks, while Tim's blood turns to ice in his veins.
"I didn't survive that plane crash into the meteor. I didn't survive that fall into the ocean. I didn't survive the warehouse. I've been killed over and over and come back from it every time, so if one of us has to die tonight it needs to be me."
"A terrible argument," Damian declares resolutely, standing firm despite his trembling, "We have no reason to suspect that those instances were anything other than circumstance. Random chance and dumb luck runs out. What we need is certainty, and... and Father would bring me back again. We all know it. I can take it."
"I did not come back just to throw another kid to their death! Maybe when you're gnarled and grey and about three hundred years too old to live without a lazarus pit we can talk, but until then I am not about to let you die in my stead."
Damian backs down quietly. He looks relieved, and guilty.
"Then let me do it," Tim demands, trying and failing to sound light and fearless, "Everyone else has had a turn with death, seems a little unfair doesn't it? Hogging all the afterlife experiences for yourselves?"
Jason says with quiet vehemence, "If that's how fairness works, then I will be as brutally unfair to you as I can be."
A long silence stretches between them as they stare each other down. Tim fights to keep the lump in his throat from spilling out into tears and Jason struggles between the need to see himself grieved and the yearning to comfort him and make this all easier somehow.
Finally Dick breaks the silence, "What would you like us to do for your funeral this time?"
"I want to be cremated on the bank of the Ganges with proper rites. Mild preference for a Shaivite or Shakta sect, but I'm not really picky."
And that was it. His fate was sealed.
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Tim grabs his hand before he can step into the airlock leading to the reactor's emergency maintenance tunnels.
Jason glares at him, "You aren't stoppin-"
"I know!" Tim lowers his voice to a whisper, "I know..."
"Then what...?"
"I'm sorry if this isn't anything you want, but I can't let you go without saying it. I- I love you. I'm in love with you."
He looks stunned, shocked, almost hurt. Then he kisses Tim fiercely, pressing every bit of affection he can into him with the slim moments they have left. Salt stings their dry lips and they cling to each other with vain desperation until their arms ache.
When he finally pulls back Jason roughly scrubs the tears from his eyes, "Fucking cruel of you to give a dying man something to live for."
"Promise me, please, if you can, if you get a choice, if you're at all able to, please promise me you'll come back?"
"No. I love you more than bread and wine, but my death is mine and I utterly refuse to allow your feelings or anyone else's to sway me in this. However..." Jason's voice grows soft, and he lifts Tim's hand to tenderly kiss at his palm and wrist, "If I am brought back? I swear that it will be you I come back to. I swear that I will give you my heart and everything else you ask of me; this will be the only thing I ever deny you."
Tim grips him tight, squeezing his eyes shut, tears and sweat rolling down his cheeks as the reactor burns itself ever hotter. Then he shoves Jason away, into the airlock chamber.
"I hope it's quick," He knows it won't be, "I hope it doesn't hurt," He knows it will, "I hope you get what's best for you," Just as long as it's not the end you want.
"Goodbye Tim. I love you."
"I love you too. So, so much..."
The blast door swings shut between them.
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TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, reader and katsuki are in their 3rd year, everyone is 18+, hand kink, this is actually rlly vanilla compared to everything else iâve written GENRE: smut SUMMARY: youâre obsessed with your boyfriendâs strong hands and want his fingers in your mouth. WORD COUNT: 854 đŠâs A/N: sorry for how fucked up day 14 was LMAOOO also iâm sorry this is so short?? iâll make up for it somehow
     for weeks now, youâd been asking your boyfriend to put his fingers in your mouth, or to let you suck on his fingers to soothe your oral fixation, just for him to shut you down each and every time.Â
     and every time, you whined why?
     yet, without fail, he gave you the same response; because i donât want you accidentally ingesting my sweat, idiot. it was out of care for your well being that he didnât cave to a request-turned-demand that he wishes he could indulge you in desperately. but, whether he expressed it or not, katsuki was a caring person. âŠin his own aggressive manner, but anyone who knows him can tell when he cares for someone, as he becomes just the slightest bit softer around them, only has his guard half-way up instead of being on full defense mode all the time. and in regards to you? he more than just cared for you, he was stupidly, disgustingly in love with you. so much so, it made him physically ill.Â
     thatâs how he finds himself awake at midnight three weeks after your initial ask, locked away in his dorm room, the only thing illuminating the darkness being his laptop screen from underneath his sheets. he had gone down a rabbit hole on reddit about nitroglycerin and whether or not it was dangerous if consumed, how it tasted (as he had never⊠i dunno, licked his fuckinâ palms before like a little freak), what a lethal dosage was, etc.
     now, he feels a bit more prepared to yield to your demands next time you plead with him. as long as you donât suck on them for an extended period, you should be fineânitroglycerin was often used to help with chest pain in small doses, after all.
     so, the next time the two of you are getting hot and heavy in his dorm late at night, he finds himself pinning you to the bed, straddling your hips, erection pressing into your thinly clothed cuntâas you were both in nothing but your underwearâhis chest pressing against yours, he finds his mind wandering to how he should go about this.Â
     does he wait for you to bring it up again? or does he surprise you by taking the initiative..? tsk, like itâs even a question.
     pulling away from the sloppy kiss, he takes the opportunity to stick two of his fingers in your mouth when you go to ask him what he was doingâsomething that makes your eyes widen in shock for a brief moment before youâre grabbing at his thick wrist with both hands as you begin to suck his middle and ring fingers.
     katsuki bites his plump bottom lip as you swirl your tongue around and between the digits occupying your wet mouth before he suddenly has the muscle pinned down as he slides his fingers towards the back of your throat.Â
      you canât help but smile, and maybe moan a little, as he starts to essentially fingerfuck your mouth, nearly massaging your slick tongue but being just a bit too rough for it to be considered such. you were just content to finally get what youâd been begging for for weeks.Â
     âmmmgh,â you moan softly, a noise that makes the blond smirk.Â
     âenjoyinâ yourself?â he asks, more rhetorically than anything, but you answer him nonetheless.
     âmmhm,â you hum in response, closing your eyes as you focus on the taste of his fingers. they were⊠almost sweet? in a sense, but also left a light burning and tingling sensation behind in their wakeâprobably just the effects of the nitroglycerin, you think. nothing you hadnât already thought of or considered.Â
     spreading the thick digits, he splays them out to either side of your tongue, allowing you to move the muscle freely againÂ
     âkatsâŠâ you whine, rolling your hips up as you start to grow impatient, the feeling of his fingers in your mouth driving you crazy. nothing could have prepared you for how nice it felt. maybe itâs because it was like a forbidden treat for what seemed like the longest time, and now you were finally getting to indulge in it, and if not for the throbbing of your clit bringing you back to the real world, you think you could be content sucking on his thick and calloused digits for as long as he let you.Â
     âmmâow! you little shit!â he hisses when you suddenly bite down against his fingers, and he all but jerks them out of your mouth. âwhat was that for?â
     you canât help but giggle and smirk at his confused expression.
     âfelt like it,â you grin, looking up at him with nothing but mischief in your eyes.
     âfine, see if i ever let you suck on my fingers again,â he huffs, crossing his well-toned arms as he rolls his eyes.
     âwait, noâ! âm sorry, baby; i was just fuckinâ with you, i wonât do it again, i promise,â you beg, propping yourself up on your forearms.
      fortunately, this time, it only took a few minutes of begging instead of a few weeks to get him to relent to your desperate pleas.
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So Sweet. â P.JS
The one where Jay, in all of his cherry-flavored thoughts, makes you cherry flavored too. requested here, here, and hereÂ
minors dniÂ
PAIRING â park jongseong x afab reader Â
WORDCOUNTâ 3.8k
CONTENTâ Â Â reader is jealous over nothing, NO THIS IS NOT ANGST, mostly just smutty stuff, food play, costume party (jay is wearing cat ears hueheuehue), alcohol is involved but itâs consenting, yaâll fuck in [redacted]âs room and leave the mess for him to clean up.Â
WARNINGâ idk, reader is possessive and jealous, kinda crazy. very me tbh. jay kinda just shoves it in even tho itâs painful for herâŠâŠand keeps goingâŠâŠâŠ
NOTE â happy almost halloween :D this is very short, written with haste, and probably not that good butâŠâŠ.jay, yknow? jay makes it good.Â
nsfw tags under cut
nsfw tagsâ big fat huge cock jay, candy-play, costumes & cat ears, reader sucks his candy like itâs his cock and he nearly combusts over it, pussy eating, cock stuffing, cream pie
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Itâs gotta be the cat ears, you think, as you stare at your boyfriend from across the room. Everyone is a blur, but goddamn something is off tonight. Because, like, why is every fucking woman in this room staring at him like they wanna rip his clothes off?!Â
Or, maybe itâs that faux-freshly-fucked blushy glow across his cheeks, or the blinking out of sync that comes paired with his drunken jokes and words. The atmosphere truly is making the usual, stoic, lame-ass Jay appear as nothing but an endearing cat-man who deserves a mouth on him.Â
And you know, the fact that you came here with him, with matching ears and a fucking tail, should scare off all these little bitches, yet there they are? Suddenly just so interested in your man?!Â
Jake is the first to notice the way you stare, raising a brow in confusion.
âYou guys get in a fight or something?â He asks as his own animal-themed ears flop around when he turns his head to you.
âNoââ You narrow your eyes at a woman who keeps glancing at your boyfriend as you say it, paying Jake little to no mind. âJust wondering why everyone has a hard-on for my boyfriend right now.â
Jake nods, pouting his lip out and raising a brow as if to silently say âAh, makes sense.â
âWell, if it makes you feel any betterââ Jake starts, glancing around the room. âI literally donât see anyone trying to get it on with him. I think youâre making problems.â
Pause.
âPlease. Look at her!â You slightly raise your voice, pointing to a woman who is absolutely not trying to get on Jayâs dick, in fact, sheâs literally eyeing Heeseung like sheâs about to pounce.Â
Itâs really just the fact that sheâs standing right next to Jay, and you caught her looking at him a few times, and also they had a âconversationâ a few days ago. Nevermind that it was a âSee ya after break!â type of conversation, or that she said it to everyone, and not specifically to Jay. Itâs just that he responded alongside everyone else.
âYouâre being annoying.â Jake finally starts to walk away from you, not actually annoyed but more-so amused at how jealous youâve become solely because youâve had a few shots.Â
Itâs not often you drink, after all.Â
âWait, where are you going?â
âGonna go kiss on your manââ Jake laughs, now rushing his way through a crowd of drinkers and glancing at you when he whispers in your boyfriendâs ear.
You watch the way Jay falls into a face of concentration trying to hear his friend, and then see his eyes flick to you.Â
Oh, well thatâs just great. Surely Jake isnât actually trying to hit on Jay, heâs probably over there snitching like a little asshole. Which sucks because this relationship with Jay isâŠ.itâs kinda new, you know? You donât want to come across as the possessive type, or likeâ controlling.
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You find yourself panicking when Jay stumbles his way over to you, a newly unwrapped lollipop hanging half from his lips as he sips his drink around the candy, and only spilling it once solely because he keeps his eyes on you rather than his footing. Jake is left behind, now beside that girl that clearly wants Heeseung to bone her into the next dimension, looking uncomfortable and left out.Â
Good. He deserves it.Â
âSoâŠâ Jay says as he stands next to you, leaning back against the wall and snaking one arm behind you to grab at your waist. âSomeoneâs jealous?â
You fold in on yourself a little bit, feeling that grip he gives to you that forces you against his side.Â
âOf course not.â You mumble, sipping from your cup and still staring out into the room of people. âWhy would you ever think that?â
âJake said so.â Jay laughs now, leaning his head over to whisper under your ear. âYou saying heâs lying?â
His breath sends a shiver down your spine just as the song changes to that of muffled bass, loud enough to have you wanting to cover your ears.
âYesââ You start.Â
âHuh?â Jay pulls back to look at you.Â
âYes, heâs lying.â You try again.
âWhat?â
Before you try to answer again, you feel him pull you. Around a corner, up, up, and away from the booming music one floor up. He lands you in someoneâs room, fuck if you know whoâs.
âHm?â
Your breath catches in your throat when you look at him now. No one else in the room to muffle that croak in his drunken voice, those blushed cheeks, the fucking ears.
âI said, heâs lying.â You say meekly, unable to tear your eyes from the little split in his lip, reddened by the candy hanging from his mouth.Â
His breath smells of cherry and tequila when he leans closer, tilting his head playfully to look into your eyes, as if to check if youâre the one lying.Â
âIs that so?â He says, pulling the lollipop from his lips and sucking the taste down his throat, allowing that scent to waft through your nose yet again. âSo you donât mind knowing Jakeâs ex tried to get my number?âÂ
Your eyes widen before they narrow. You cross your arms and look away from him.
âOf course not.â You lie.Â
âAnd you wouldnât care that I gave it to her?â He says now, hovering his lips near yours, eyes hooded as he plays with his words.Â
That makes your blood boil though, and no longer can you sit here and pretend like you wouldnât bring out the claws and start pulling hair if it comes to it. After all, that bitch was a homewrecker! Totally broke Jakeâs heart and has the audacity to come to parties when she knows he will be here? And she asked for Jayâs number?!
And he gave it to her?! Jay chuckles when he pulls back, popping the candy back into his mouth as he studies the shift in your nonchalant vibe. He stays silent though, amused, waiting for you to argue until he notices the way your eyes fall.Â
No longer annoyed, but hurt.
In all fairness, that silence he gave you after that had you thinkingâŠhe really gave her his number?
âBabyââ Jay soothes now, pushing the lollipop to his cheek with his tongue so he can speak as clearly as he can despite the slur in his speech from the drinks. âIâm joking.â
The relief washes over your drunken mind, feeling better but now back to being irritated. Whatâs with him right now? You donât exactly want to be jealous, but the fact that heâs making damn sure that you were is kindaâŠlike, is he into that? Does he want you to be possessive?
Youâd be lying though, if you said he didnât look hot as hell the other day pulling you closer to his side because a store clerk looked at you for a second too long. You mightâve even swooned a bit.Â
âYouâre a dick.â You finally respond, shoving him back playfully, unable to hide the relieved smile on your lips. âLooking hot-and-bothered all night, leaving me in a random room only for me to see you talking with some girl after finding you again.âÂ
He lends you his own laugh now, wiggling his eyebrows before popping the candy out of his mouth again. âOh, her? The girl who Heeseung basically just finger fucked on the kitchen counter?â
You pause for a second, unsure as to why that sounds hot. Maybe just because sheâs not after your man? Or maybe you like, wish youâd have seen.
âAnd you didnât even take me to see?!â You go to playfully shove him again, but he stops you with his own gentle shove. Straight against the door, getting up real close to your face before whispering.
âSo, you were jealous?â That slur in his speech is nowhere to be found before you taste the explosion of cherry. Youâre kind of just staring at him, nodding out an admittance as his eyes fall lower, to where heâs tracing the bulbous head of that lollipop against your bottom lip. âHot.â
âYouâre going to drive me insane, you know that?â You finally say after the fourth or fifth time heâs swiped that lollipop against you, adding a translucent sheen to your already alcohol-sweet lips.Â
âMhm.â He nods triumphantly, now pushing the candy past your lips and into your mouth. âShouldâve came over and let me finger fuck you on the counter next, would that have made you feel better?âÂ
You roll your eyes playfully, ignoring the throb between your legs at his bold words. Jay isnât typically this feisty, though youâd have totally let him do such a thing regardless of the eyes that could see. You just, like, didnât really think heâd be willing to do something like that.
âI learn something new about you every day.â You chuckle out, noting the way he stares at your mouth and the way you suck on his lollipop.Â
âGot loads of secrets for you, babeââ He smirks, taking initiative now and pressing his palms down on your shoulders, as if to make you lower yourself to the floor. Which, of course you do. You sink down, feeling the wooden door behind you sturdy and strong. As you do, he reaches over, locking the door.
What you think is about to be the best head of his life turns out to be him sinking down with you, slotting himself between your legs on the floor and pinning you there with his hands against the door. His head tilts cutely, the cat ears now looking more realistic than ever.
He doesnât look like a curious little black cat anymore, he looks like heâs hunting for prey as he looks at you.Â
âLook at you,â He says, more serious and without that smirk before he takes the candy back. âSo, so cute.â
Youâre melting against him after those words, feeling his tongue lick against your lips before you can even return to compliment. Itâs sweet, red coated tongues creating a sugary mess, hums and pleasant sounds leave both of you at the flavor, only to deepen the kiss because neither of you can really get enough of it either.Â
You reach up in the kiss, petting the ears on his head despite knowing he canât feel it the way a real feline would, but he reacts all the same. Totally into it, even, nearly roleplaying as he groans. Maybe heâs just amused that you did that, or maybe heâs wondering if youâll pull at his next or something.Â
And in this kiss that seems to never end, he gets touchy. Pushing and pulling you to both give and take control, one hand moving from cupping your face, to gently holding your neck, up until it finds its way down down down, then up your scanty shirt.Â
Totally lost in it, both of you are. With you skewing his ears to scratching at the nape of his neck, to him groping, and suddenlyâ prodding that same lollipop that youâd forgotten about between both of your lips. Heâs amused when you lick it, the dulling cherry flavor coming back into the kiss with full force between you as he pulls back, red salvia stains all around his mouth before the smirk is back.
He watches as you take it back into your mouth, his own hand pushing it in and out, watching you chase it when he tries to pull it out entirely, only to shove it back in, deeper. Thatâs when he groans, pinching your nipple through your shirt particularly hard due to the sheer arousal that rushes to his cock. It lends him a little throb, a dribble of pre-cum messing his pants.
That about does it for him, pulling the candy out of your mouth now despite the way you chase it pitifully. He pops it into his own temporarily so he can go straight for what he not only wants, but needs right now. You watch him, a little dazed with the way his hair matches perfectly with the color of the cat ears, now a little crooked due to your meddling.Â
He goes straight for it too, reaching under your skirt and practically tearing your panties off of you before heâs spreading your thighs wide and re-adjusting himself back between your legs.Â
You squeak a little in response, proud of the unintentional sound because itâs very in character for the whole, you know, matching cat costume thing. And he only responds with another kiss, the sucker now removed from his mouth as he offers the flavor through his own saliva.Â
Drinking it up is easy as you lick into his mouth, feeling the way his fingers toy with your folds, sliding up and down the slippery heat beforeâ
âJayââ You pull back, confused at the new feeling between your legs as you look at him.
His pupils are wide when he looks at you, mouth still slack from the kiss you were in the middle of, shoulder moving in tune with each push inside of you. He doesnât respond, lost entirely in the moment and so fucking horny over what heâs doing to you right now.Â
He kisses against you again, moving his hand faster, deeper, when his lips reach your neck.Â
âCherry girl.â He mumbles mindlessly, kissing down your neck and to the exposed skin on your chest that your shirt offers. âTastes good on you.â He continues to mumble, working his way down as he kisses over your clothes up until he dips under your skirt. âIn you.â
So, yeah, youâre being fucked with a well-abused lollipop and youâre not ashamed to moan about it because, holy shit.
His mouth is on you harder than it was when he was making out with you previously. Chasing the flavor, moaning for it, gripping your ass and pulling you closer against his tongue. You grip at the hard floor under you, unable to grasp anything at all through the sudden and intense jolts of pleasure.
And he doesnât stop moaning, that sucker still being pushed in and out of you, only pulled out briefly for him to, presumably, shove it in his mouth before circling his lips around your clit with a hard suck. And he does that over and over again, like a loop of intended pleasure where heâs just fucking drowning in all of his favorite flavors.Â
To not be into this is insane, to not grip onto something is even crazier. You reach down, pulling your skirt up just to see the way his eyes are rolled back, totally unable to make eye contact with you as he relishes in the red-sugar flavor of your cunt. The image alone makes you roll your hips up, which leads to him moaning louder for you to do it again, and again, essentially fucking yourself both on your boyfriendâs tongue, and his candy.Â
In the heat of the moment, you finally find your grip in his hair, pulling it so tightly between your fingers that you know itâs hurting him, but he seems to like it. Another secret of his, you guess, as you keep doing that, pulling his hair, riding up against the pleasure heâs offering, and thenâ god the fucking ears.Â
So cute on a man doing something so filthy and messy. You canât hold it, you justâ
âFuck, keep goingââ You stutter out in time with your hips, jerking back and forth both towards and away from him. âRight there,â
Jay is beyond pleased knowing he can make you cum this way. It wasnât exactly in the plan to fuck his girlfriend like this tonight, but heâs glad he did. Especially seeing you chase the pleasure like this. Heâs quick to maintain his rhythm, pushing the lollipop in right at the perfect angle, lips and tongue vibrating against your clit in a way that forces your hips forward, unmoving, stiff and you release.Â
He can feel it, that sticky sweet slick dripping out of you, pulsing with each rush of pleasure. It takes everything in him not to abandon your clit and drink it all up, but heâs stronger than (barely). Heâs good to you, waiting until that grip in his hair finally loosens beforeâ
Youâre pulling twice as hard at it now. Feeling the way he gives you no seconds to recover. Heâs immediately pushing his face back down, licking everything thatâs dripped out of you and letting it slide down his throat before finally pulling the lollipop out of you.
And he continues to lick, and lick, and lick, sucking and still fucking you with his tongue, lollipop gripped in his hand, pressing it against your thigh as if itâs forgotten about.
You try to wiggle away from him, the sensitivity too much from the image of him going feral, to the way heâs licking inside of you, to the forceful push of his nose right against your sensitive clit. And itâs so fucking crazy too, the way youâre still throbbing, the way you feel a second orgasm coming far too soon to the point you know itâll hurt.Â
You grip at his hair again, accidentally unclipping one of his ears as you have to force him to come up for air. More for your sake, in all honesty, but fuuuuck, itâs hard to hold him here with the way heâs looking at you now.
Lost, confused, even a bitâŠinsane.
âI canâtââ
He tries to push back down, tongue falling out of his mouth when you keep that grip in his hair.Â
âJay, It hurts.â
âFuck, baby,â He starts in an out of breath groan, totally forgetting about the nearly-disintegrated lollipop as it drops to the floor. âJust really, really need it right now.âÂ
In that action, you see Jay act more desperate than he ever has, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you further down, forcing your legs open despite the sensitivity. You swear you hear him purr when he looks between your legs, witnessing a wet mess of sweetness, only to see even more the truth of his words now.Â
You see the truth of how badly he needs it in the way he takes that sticky hand of his and pushes it down his pants, not even unbuttoning them before aggressively palming against himself, panting out for you to give him more.Â
God. You think you might be in love with this guy. Too soon.
Too fucking soon.
What does it matter if youâre sensitive? Fucking look at him. Heâs dying for it.
And so, you spread your legs wider, embarrassingly wiggling down to lock your legs around your sweet, black-cat of a boyfriend who canât stop furiously jerking off.Â
âTake it then.â You coo out, wiggling your open cunt right in front of his lap.
He doesnât take his time either, shoving his too-tight pants down his thighs, shifting onto his knees, and immediately stuffing his cock into that same sugary slick. He holds his breath at first before releasing an insanely broken moan at the grip of your cunt around him.
The moan nearly sounds like heâs in pain, muttering half-words that canât articulate a damn meaning even if he tried. Totally lost in the tightness, he barely notices you wrapping your legs around his waist, suffering through the way he knows heâs big, and ignoring how usually he always takes it slow so you can adjust.Â
Not this time. No, you feel each pulse try to rip your hole just to accommodate the thickness he offers. And he just moans more at the way you wince, practically drooling on yourself as you clench, and squeeze, and hold onto him as if youâll fall off the face of the earth if you were to let go.Â
His mind is clear enough to hold you in return though, only because he knows itâs about to hurt more before it starts feeling better for you. Unfortunately, his mind is also just foggy enough to give you the short relief of his thick cock leaving you, only to slam in again, harder.Â
You cry out at it, nails nearly digging straight through his shirt as you instinctively try to hold onto him through the pain. He soothes you through each pleasurable sound. Out-of-breath hums and moans right in your face when he presses his forehead to yours, each painful thrust followed with a compliment and a grunt.Â
âSo good, baby, soââÂ
âYouâve taken it so many times before, fuck, just a bit moreââÂ
âJust relax. Please, baby, I know it hurts.â
Eventually, your body does relax, accommodating his size and painful plunges into you. Up until the rhythm is natural and the slapping of where your bodies meet sounds like nothing but a pornographic mess of pleasure.Â
Both of you now losing it, you let Jay be the one to take it. You let him fuck freely, as hard as he wants, as loud as he wants up until youâve had at least two more orgasms and youâre barely able to open your eyes, better yet function.
You donât know where he got this stamina, considering most nights when youâre together itâs a one and done thing. Then again, most nights he doesnât fuck you with halloween candy, eat it out of you, then fuck it back into you.Â
When he finally reaches his climax though. Oh, oh god. You think you mightâve let the word âloveâ slip from your slack lips upon feeling his cum inside of you, pumping out and filling you up beyond whatâs normal for him.Â
You wonder if that little slip of words made him last longer, because goddamn did he hold you closer, and fuck did he kiss you like he never has before through the orgasm.
And when itâs all said and done, the two of you are left out of breath, a sticky mess of pink-tinted cum, salty sweat, and nearly bruised lips. Youâd say it should be embarrassing to walk out of whoeverâs room this is, but you actually find yourself giggling into your boyfriendâs side during the walk of shame.Â
Mostly because you left the room together to find an entire circle of people outside of the door, presumably listening in. Which isâŠyeah, theyâre weirdos. Then again, the two of you didnât really make it into the room before all of this started. You guess youâd probably listen too if someone was getting fucked against a door.
The giggling though, that comes from learning who owns the bedroom you just got candy-fucked in. His wide eyes narrowing upon witnessing who was in there is probably the funniest thing youâd seen all night.Â
Poor Sunghoon. Youâd have cleaned up the mess if your legs were working properly.
But theyâre not, so, good luck to him, you guess.
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Woof, grrr, woof
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Your trip to the vet turns up nothing. No microchips, and none of the staff recognize the wolf-dog. Theyâre the only vet in town too, and he looks too pristine to have come from anotherâŠ
âYouâre a weird little guy, huh?â you muse on the car ride to the pet store.
The vet office was kind enough to make a file for him, standing name âBuddyâ. If you get to keep him, youâre definitely changing it. They also gave you a spare leash so that you wouldnât have to leave him in the car while you shop.
Itâs a pitifully flimsy thing, but the dog seems leashed trained and does tug. Could probably let him off it and heâd stay glued to your side.
The shopping is even weirder. He doesnât seem very distracted by treats or food, only snaps at other dogs when they get into his personal space. Otherwise, he just stays right next to you, tongue occasionally lapping at your hanging fingers.
âBeautiful dog,â a man says to you. An older guy, rugged, looking at toys.
You shift. âThank you.â
âShould really be feeding a beast like that a raw diet.â
âRaw diet?â
âWhat they get in the wild. All that processed shite ainât good for âem.â
You thank him for the advice over the dogâs grumbling. A quick internet search on your phone reveals itâs not a bad idea, actually. Not too expensive either.
âRaw it is,â you muse.
He tilts his head, make a low âwoofâ. You scratch absently at his ears as you continue shopping. Let him pick toys - his favorite a squeaky grenade of all things that he refuses to put down. You get a big matching set of food and water bowls, a cushy dog bed, a parasite repellent. Even some dog pads in case heâs not house trained.
You stall in the leash aisle, a bit overwhelmed by the choices of leashes and collars and harnesses.
âHow do you feel about pinkâŠ?â
Snort.
âYeah didnât think so. I didnât like the rhinestones anyway. Youâd probably end up eating one and shitting glitter.â
A long whine.
âOh, sorry, is that embarrassing? Poor love.â
The gentlest scrape of big teeth at your knuckles. You chuckle and tap two fingers on his sandpaper tongue. His head jerks back, tongue flicking in offense.
âSâwhat you get, dummy.â
Shaking your head, turn back to the selection. The pup huffs, shakes his head, and noses at something lower. Itâs a deep green - army, you think the shade is called - collar with a silver buckle instead of a snap clip.
âNot bad,â you muse. âMatches the whole woodsy vibe weâve got going.â
You find the matching leash and harness set, dropping it in your cart. You receive several more compliments on your big gorgeous dog, though he refuses to let anyone pet him. You awkwardly make excuses that heâs a recent rescue and try to avoid further conversation.
The last stop is at the kiosk for a tag. You canât just let him go without one, but you despise officially naming him âBuddy.â
You end up just putting your name, number, and address on there. A matte black heart engraved with silver.
âWhat do you think?â you ask, offering it for a sniff.
The dog doesnât even pretend to be interested, just takes the opportunity to drag his tongue over your wrist again. You huff and wipe off on your pants.
âGonna have to take another bath at this rate.â
You ignore his grumble - itâs uncanny at this point, how quick he is to respond - and guide him out to the car. He hops into the passenger seat, flops over into your lap first chance he gets. You have to nudge his snout away from your crotch again, but he seems satisfied with a hand smoothing over his head.
Home is warm when you arrive. You set up your new dogâs things, buckle him into his new collar, tag and all.
âThere,â you coo, dropping smooches all over his head. âLook at how handsome you are, sweet boy! Can I have a kiss?â
You yelp as he barrels you over onto your back, well over 100 pounds of wolf-dog stretching over you. You turn your face away as he licks at your mouth, trying to get inside. You remember reading somewhere that thatâs a wolf thing; just another tick in the âhybridâ box.
âGross, gross! Nooooo,â you laugh, covering his snout. You squeal as his tongue flickers between two fingers. âNasty boy! Youâre so rude!!â
He finally lets you up with much coaxing, looking far too pleased with himself.
You make yourself dinner, providing your dog with scraps of chicken and unseasoned veggies based on your online reading. He seems happy with the offering, eats it all up with gusto.
As the evening comes, you stretch out on the couch. Finally feel brave enough to put on a scary movie now that youâve got a big-ass deterrent.
Your dog even climbs up to cuddle, head on your chest while you hug him through scary parts. The really interesting part comes at the end, during the climax.
âHeeeeeereâs Johnny!â
Your new companion perks up, eyes on the screen.
âOh? Is⊠is that your name? Is your name Johnny?â
His head snaps around to you, ears straight up and eyes bright.
âJohnnyâŠâ you croon, trying it out.
He makes a little âboofâ noise and wriggles closer.
âJohnny baby,â you continue, grinning. âJohnny boy. John John the bon bon.â
Itâs utter nonsense, but it makes his tail thump against the cushions, leaving slobbery kisses of excitement all over your neck and jaw.
âAlright alright!â you laugh, dropping a kiss on the top of his nose. âJohnny it is. Thank fuck I donât have to come up with a name. Was thinking of calling you Philip or Simon or something.â
You yelp as he starts to make gagging sounds, nearly kicking him off the couch before it seems to subside.
âGood lord, bud,â you breathe as he grumbles and settles his head on your thigh, puffing out a big breath through his nose. âYouâre gonna be a handful.â
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not a thing l part ii
Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader
part i
summary: You fess up and tell Joel about how Ellie overheard the two of you during the private moment you two had in the woods; Ellie confronts Joel about you while youâre asleep in the truck.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. IMPLIED AGED GAP (no specific age mentioned for reader, Joel is canon age) Joel is kind of an asshole, Ellie is a wiseass, mentions of Tess.
word count: 4.7k
a/n: decided to write a second part to the first Joel fic that i ever wrote! i am so, so stunned that one fic turned into more and that people actually want to read my stuff for Joel/TLOU. thank you all sm for everything and for interacting with me and my content. it means a ton!
âThink this might be a good time to stop?â Joel asked you, quietly.
You hummed, glancing back over at Ellie through the rearview mirror.
Even through the darkness inside the small cab of the pickup truck, it was almost too painfully obvious as to how fucking exhausted the girl was and how much this journey had already taken out of her after only just a few days on the road. Although she was on the smaller side and had an ample amount of space to stretch out her limbs, lay down, and get a decent nightâs sleep in the backseat of the truck while you and Joel both took turns driving through the night, Ellie had expressed to you on more than one occasion that sheâd rather stop to make temporary camp somewhere for a few hours and continue the drive in the morning once everyone had the chance to take a break. You honestly couldnât blame her, not even if you triedâit was taking its toll on you too, a lot more than you let on to both Joel and especially to Ellie.
Being the adult, you kept your complaints to yourself, but the truth of the matter was that at the end of each day, you were also getting sick and tired, so damn sick and tired, of the ungodly amount of time that you were spending cooped up in the pickup, just sitting on your ass.
Sure, it may have been a little bit of extra work and it was keeping the three of you from reaching Wyoming as fast as Joel would have liked given the nature of the smartass, teenaged cargo you two had on your handsâbut you also preferred to stop and make camp for the night.
After realizing that Joel was still waiting for a response, you nodded.
âYeah, we should probably call it for the night,â You told him, glancing down at the map of the country in your hands. The three of you made it to the state of Indiana; Missouri was your next planned stop to find gas to siphon and refuel, and even though it was just a little less than six hours away, you figured an early morning wakeup call could have you all there by tomorrow afternoon. âOnly problem about a state like Indiana is that itâs flat as fuck. Thereâs nothing but wide, open grassy fields around here.â You peered out of the window, then turned back to Joel, frowning. âThink weâll find a safe enough spot?â
âWeâre just gonna have to make do with what we got,â Joel stated as he carefully veered the vehicle off of the highway and to the left, onto the aforementioned grassy field. âYou think about a mile out from the highway is decent enough? Mile and a half, maybe?â
âLetâs make it two,â You suggested. You neatly folded up the map and stuck it into the glove compartment in front of you. âI doubt weâll run into anyone or anything out here in the middle of nowhere, but might be best not to risk being too close to the highway, just in case.â
He looked over at you, nodding his head in agreement. âTwo it is.â
âAww, teamwork,â Ellie teased from the backseat. âHow fucking cute.â
âItâd be real cute if youâd shut up,â Joel quipped. Once he pulled the truck about a couple of miles out onto the field, he came to a stop and then cut the engine. âWeâre gonna take a breather for a few hours,â he said to Ellie over his shoulder. âBut only for a few hours, and not a minute more. Come sunrise, we need to get movinâ again, understood?â
She saluted him. âAye aye, Captain. Whatever you say.â
The second that you hopped out of the pickup, you started shivering. The chilly evening breeze nipped at any patch of exposed skin it could find. The days had been pretty decent, but at night, the temperatures would drop drasticallyâit couldnât have been warmer than forty or so degrees. Instinctively, you reached into the top of your pack, pulling a second jacket you carried for yourself out of it. You handed it over to Ellie and instructed her, âPut this on. Cordyceps infection might not have taken you out, but hypothermia will.â
She took it from you, shooting you a tiny, grateful smile. âThanks.â
Joel eyed the interaction, his lips pursed together in displeasure.
He didnât want you and Ellie getting attached to one another, but he feared it was too late. The girl had taken an instant liking to you and you seemed to have taken a liking to her too. âHere.â He tossed Ellie her blue sleeping bag. âGo lay down on the other side of the truck.â
âIâm already so fucking itchy just thinking we have to sleep here.â Ellie wrinkled her nose down at the grass under her shoes. Lifting her head, she took a glance around before turning her attention to you. It was written all over her face, evident in the way she started to shuffle nervously from foot to foot; she was afraid. âI feel so exposed. Are we really going to be safe? Thereâs fucking nothing out here, not even a single tree. What if someone finds us while weâre all sleeping?â
Before you could reassure her, Joel stepped in.
âNo one is goinâ to find us out here,â he grouched. âWeâll be safe. Now quit your complaininâ and go get settled for the night. And donât even think of askinâ me for a fire in the middle of a goddamn field. Got it?â
Ellie rolled her eyes at him. âOh, itâs fine. You know, Iâm actually kinda starting to get used to freezing my fucking ass off anyway.â
You lifted a hand to your mouth, trying to hide your snort of laughter.
She was too fucking quick for her own good.
Joel glared at you. âWhat? You think sheâs funny?â
âActually, I think sheâs fucking hilarious,â You shrugged, causing him to let out an exasperated sigh. âWhat? Itâs true! Sheâs made me laugh more in the last week than I have in the last two fucking decades.â
Ellie beamed at you. âAt least someone still has a sense of humor.â
âAlright, thatâs enough,â he snapped, irritably. âBoth of you.â
She leaned over towards you, muttering the question right under her breath, âJesus, has he always been this fucking crabby?â She nudged your shoulder with hers. âYou must have the patience of a fucking saint to be able to deal with this on the daily. I would have killed him by now and then offed myself too with that fucking attitude.â
He stepped towards her. âWhatâd you just sayââ
âEllie.â Although you tried your hardest to reprimand her, instead, you found yourself fighting back another laugh. âCome on, letâs go before he strangles us both.â Taking her arm, you started leading her around to the other side of the truck. Dropping her arm, you reached for your own sleeping bag from the bed of it and started rolling it out. Though you were still fighting back a fit of giggles, you found it in you to offer her some words of advice. âEllie, I know Joel is not the easiest person to deal with, but you really have to stop giving him so much shit, kid. The man has enough gray hair as it is. Take it easy on him, will you?â
âBut I need to keep myself entertained somehow,â she replied with a small, innocent shrug of her shoulders. She unrolled her own sleeping bag, laying it out right beside where you had laid out yours; you saw a pensive look cross her face and after a second, she moved it closer to yours, leaving about a one inch gap of space between the two. For as scared shitless as you had been to take someone like her under yours and Joelâs care, the mere fact that Ellie seemed to feel safer being so close to you must have meant you were doing something right.
âJacket,â You reminded her.
âI know, I know.â Ellie tugged on the spare jacket that youâd given her just minutes ago, zipping it up to her chin. She yawned, crawling into her sleeping bag. Before rolling over onto her side, she stopped and a tiny, tired smirk tugged at her lips as she looked up at you. âWait. You and Joel arenât going to bone each other tonight, are you? Because I might actually have to suffocate myself in this thing if you do.â
You sighed heavily. âAnd here I thought you were actually going to do me the favor of never bringing it up ever again.â
âWhat can I say? Giving you shit is almost as fun as giving it to Joel.â
You nudged her lightly with the toe of you worn, brown leather boot, chuckling as you told her, âGo to sleep, you little jerk.â
âRemember. Protection.â Ellie yawned again, rolling over. âGânight.â
âGoodnight, Ellie.â
The minute that you heard her soft snores coming from inside of the bag and you were certain she was asleep, you made your way back to the other side of the truck where you found Joel busy loading up and checking his rifle. Thankfully, hadnât seemed to have heard what Ellie had just said to you. âIâll take watch tonight,â You offered, holding out your hands and beckoning for the weapon. You instantly noticed the all too familiar look of protest on his face. âJoel, you were the last one to drive today and youâre fucking exhausted. Just let me take watch.â
âThe whole damn point of me drivinâ all the way out here was so we can all get some rest without worryinâ about anyone findinâ us,â Joel reminded you. âAnd besides, I wasnât planninâ on standinâ watch. I was just makinâ sure this was ready to go, in case of an emergency.â
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. âJoel, please. I know you like I know the back of my own goddamn hand and I already know that Iâm going to wake up in the middle of the night and Iâm going to find you standing watch, regardless of how safe you say we are in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.â You continued holding your hands out for the rifle. âLook, my arms are getting tired here. Can you just give me the fucking gun please?â
âYou need sleepââ
âWe can swap places in a couple hours,â You compromised. âDeal?â
Knowing that you could be just as stubborn as he was, Joel grumbled something incoherently under his breath before finally shoving it into your waiting hands.
âThank you. Now, was that really so hard?â
Joel scoffed, shoving past you. He reached into the bed of the truck and grabbed his own sleeping bag. âYou really need to stop talkinâ to the kid so much. Sheâs startinâ to rub off on you and I donât like it.â
âSweet dreams, Joel,â You replied, watching as he stalked around to the other side of the Chevy where Ellie was fast asleep.
An hour later, you found yourself leaning against the cab of the truck, the sound of chirping crickets your only companion. You held the rifle gently, but still firmly in your grasp, your index finger gingerly resting on the trigger. You tilted your head backwards, gazing up at the stars in the velvet night skyâyou tried not to let your mind wander off very far, but you couldnât help thinking of what Ellie had said to you earlier that morning back in the woods.
Heâs a guy who doesnât seem to give a shit about too many things or too many people. But I know he does give a shit about you. He cares about you.
She was wrong. She had to be wrong. She was fourteen, she was just a kid, after all. Besides, what the fuck could she possibly know about you and Joel, especially after only having been with the two of you for about a week?
Ellie was sorely mistaken.
Joel only kept you around for his benefit.
And the meaningless sex wasnât the benefit you were referring to.
Joel had always been the brawn, but both you and Tess had been the brains of the operation. Thatâs how it had always been, at least for the better part of the last few years. You might have been on the younger side in comparison to your smuggling partners, but for some reason, Tess had seen something in youâwhat it had been, you never had the opportunity to find out, but it made her take a chance on you.
Against Joelâs wishes, she decided that she would take you under her wing; at eighteen years old, youâd been closer to being a child than an adult, but that only meant your mind was still pliable, and she could work with it. By the time you reached your twenties, it was apparent that Tess had all but molded you into a miniature clone of herselfâsheâd shown you how to think outside the box, taught you how to be persuasive, how to keep trades or deals from going south, and most importantly, what to do if they somehow did go south.
Now that she was gone, you were all that Joel had left. You were what he was stuck with. After Tess died, there was a part of you that had to wonder if Joel felt the wrong person had been infected and killed. Itâs not that you thought that Joel would rather it was you who were dead but the reality was that if heâd been given the choice between having you or Tess at his side for this, you were certain it wouldnât be you.
But he hadnât gotten a choice.Â
It was you he ended up with, and you were his only shot at getting to Tommy and getting Ellie to where she needed to be. He needed help, and now that Tess was no longer here, you were the next best thing.
That was it.
A rustling sound nearby pulled you out of your train of thought. You immediately lifted your head and pushed yourself away from the cab, readying your weapon. You took quiet, careful steps and then sharply turned the corner around the bed of the truck, aiming the rifle at the figure in front of you with your finger still on the trigger.
âFuckinâ relax!â Joel hissed at you, holding his hands up. âItâs me!â
âJesus Christ!â You exhaled a sharp breath, lowering the gun. You narrowed your eyes at him. âYou scared the fucking shit out of me, Joel! I just about shot your head off of your shoulders!â
âYour aim ainât all that good, darlinâ,â Joel stated as he walked up to you, a slight hint of amusement in his Southern drawl. âYou keepinâ watch or zoninâ out over here?â
You ignored his teasing remarks. âYouâre supposed to be sleeping.â
Your heart squeezed tightly in your chest as Joel fell into step in front of you, an all too familiar lustful glimmer in his eyes.
âCouldnât really sleep,â he stated with a shrug of his is shoulder. âHad somethinâ on my mind. But from the looks if it, I ainât the only one lost in thought.â He peered down at you. âWhat were you thinkinâ about, anyhow?â
âNothing,â You fibbed. âJust, uh, just how fucking cold it is.â
Joel reached for the rifle, taking it out of your hands. He leaned over and placed it in the bed of the truck behind you. âAnd you tell me that Iâm a shitty liar?â he asked with a small scoff. âLetâs pretend that for a minute that I actually believe thatâs what you were really thinkinâ about.â With every word that he spoke, his voice became lower, huskier. âIf the cold is whatâs on your mind, I know a couple different ways I can help get your mind off of it.â
âJoelââ
âCâmere.â He hooked his index fingers through two of the front belt loops of your blue jeans, yanking you forward until you came crashing against his chest. He dipped his head, his lips eagerly meeting an exposed patch of skin on your neck. As he kissed and nipped at the delicate flesh, he started to move his hands from the belt loops of your jeans over to the buttons instead.
âJoel, wait,â You mumbled weakly, cursing how your body just always seemed to melt right in his fucking hands. âJoel, stop.â Youâd said it so softly into his failing right ear that he hadnât heard you.
Joelâs mouth left your neck, finding your own mouth instead in a way that made every single nerve in your body light on fire. He started to walk you backwards until your back hit the bed of the pickup, a soft thud noise filling the air around you. He pinned you tightly between it and himself as he kissed you fiercely, hungrily. The physically intimate moments that you two shared over the years had always been relatively short due to never having the time nor the place, but maybe thatâs why he kissed you the way that he didâwith such urgency, with such desperation, as if his fucking life depended on it. Because it never lasted as long as he would have liked and he never knew when he would be able to get his hands on you again.
Breaking away from you slightly, Joel placed his hand on your hip, his index finger grazing the soft skin right above the waist of your jeans as he murmured breathlessly against your lips, âI want you. I gotta have you. Right fuckinâ now.â
It took just about every last ounce of strength that you had inside you to place both of your hands on his chest and gently push him back. âI donât think we should do this, Joel. Not with Ellie being so close by.â
âSheâs asleep.â He frowned, taking your hands off of his chest as he took several steps back from you looking dejected. âUnless you just donât wantââ
You were quick to stop him. âOf course I want you.â You swallowed, your throat having gone dry. âItâs just thatâsee, the thing is thatââ
âFuckinâ spit it out.â
So you do.
âEllie knows, Joel.â
âWhat?â Even in the darkness, you could see the color draining from his face. âHow?â
âLook, I really didnât want to tell you about this. But last night in the woods when we wereââ You trailed off, shifting your weight from one foot to the other almost anxiously.
âShe saw us?â
âShe heard us,â You corrected him. âShe confronted me about it this morning before we left. I pretty much made her promise to keep her mouth shut because I didnât want her saying anything to you about it. I didnât want her giving you grief like she did to me.â
Joel ran a frustrated hand through his hair. âThat little fucking shitââ
âItâs not her fault, Joel. And you know that. We shouldnât have done it with her being so close by.â
You watched as he dropped his hand from his head, his jaw clenched.
âJoel, come on. Please donât be mad about this.â
Joel fixed his eyes on the ground and tightly shook his head. âGo get some sleep. Iâll take over watch.â
âBut Joelââ
âJust drop it,â he said, rigidly, his gaze refusing to meet yours. âGo.â
Knowing better than to push it, you simply nodded. âOkay.â
The moment you crawled into your sleeping bag next to Ellie, youâd tried your absolute hardest to get some shut eye, but what happened with Joel had you much too worried, and rightly so. Still, you prayed for sleep to come, but it never did and the rest of the night dragged on for what felt like a fucking eternity.
Hours later, when sunrise finally came around, you got up to find Joel had already been packing up the pickup truck, getting it ready for the long drive ahead. The second he saw you approaching him, he simply told you to wake Ellie because the three of you needed to get a move on sooner rather than later. After that, heâd hardly said another word to you.
He couldnât even fucking look at you.
Halfway to Missouri, during a quick pitstop, Ellie had noticed the odd tension in the air between you and Joel. Sheâd also noticed how tired you looked. She offered to trade places and sit in as Joelâs copilot for the rest of the day, at least until you reached Kansas City.
âI think heâd actually prefer you as his copilot,â Youâd muttered to her in reply, hopping into the backseat. Between the motion of the truck, the soft country music playing from another tape Ellie found, and the open windows bringing in fresh, crisp air, youâd curled up into a little ball in the backseat and passed out within minutes.
Ellie glanced over her shoulder at you, making sure you were actually asleep before turning to Joel. âShe told you, didnât she?â
âZip it,â Joel ordered. âAinât none of your business.â
Ellie hummed. âWell, seeing as I had the absolute delightful pleasure of having to hear the two of you go at it like a couple of cats the other night, I think it actually is kind of my business now.â She paused. She could physically feel the way he was wincing beside her, though what was causing him to be so uncomfortable was left to be determined. Ellie would imagine that it was getting caught in the act itself, but for some reason, she sensed there was a lot more to this mess than met the eye and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. âShe told me that you guys arenât a thingââ
âWeâre not a thing. Weâre nothinâ at all, alright?â
Ellie blew a raspberry. âYeah, alright. I see youâre both sticking to that story. That youâre not a thing.â She raised her fingers in quotations.
âIt ainât a story, itâs the truth. Weâre nothinâ more than just a couple of smuggling partners tryinâ to get you to where the you need to be.â He glanced at her briefly, then turned back towards the road. âAnd if you want to make it there unscathed, I suggest you shut your mouth and focus on that map in your hands instead stickinâ your nose where it doesnât belong.â
âI think I at least deserve an explanation after you two put me and my innocent little virgin ears through the wringer.â
âEllie,â he warned.
It was almost kind of scary how she was already used him saying her name in that tone already. âYouâve been treating her shitty as fuck today, you know.â
Joel frowned. Even though he knew he didnât need to defend himself to a fucking teenager, he found himself doing it anyway. âThe hell are you talkinâ about? I havenât said a single fuckinâ word to her today.â
âExactly.â Ellie pointed her index finger at him. âItâs bothering her.â
âSheâs a big girl, Ellie. If somethinâ is botherinâ her, then she can come and talk to me about it. She doesnât need some kid helpinâ her out.â
âThatâs the thing. She canât talk to you about it.â
âBeg your pardon?â
âWell, youâre not exactly the most approachable guy, dude.â
Joel gripped the steering wheel tightly. âWhy the fuck do you care so much, anyway? You have other things to worry about. Like findinâ the fuckinâ Fireflies and helpinâ them create a vaccine thatâs supposed to save the goddamn world.â
âBecause,â Ellie said, refusing to allow him to change the subject, not when she felt like she was finally getting somewhere. âI like her. Sheâs a good person.â
Joel glanced up at the rearview mirror and looked at you as you slept soundly. He couldnât deny that. Even in this shit world, even after the things youâd seen and all the people youâve lost, you really were still a good person. You still hadnât lost touch with your sense of humanityâthat was one thing Tess never managed to change about you, the one thing that kept you from being identical to her, identical to Joel. You somehow hadnât let this world turn you into stone, and maybe that is why you meshed well with them from the start. You brought this odd kind of balance that they hadnât even known they needed.
That Joel didnât know he needed.
âShe likes you.â Ellieâs voice caused him to snap back to reality. âLord fucking knows why.â
âThe hellâs that supposed to mean?â
âOh, did I offend?â Ellie quirked an eyebrow, feeling a teeny smirk tug at the corners of her mouth. âListen. All Iâm saying is that sheâs really young. And sheâs really pretty. Sheâs nice, and smart as fuck, too. I bet she could probably have any guy that she fucking wants.â Her smirk only grew noticing how her words had gotten a rise out of Joel. Ellie could tell by the way his fingers had the steering wheel in a death grip, his knuckles ghost white. âAnd yet for some reason, she chooses to stick with you, you old fucker.â
âListen here you little shitââ
She quickly held her hands up. âIâm just saying. Sheâs a good one, Joel.â
The words left his mouth before he could stop them. âI know she is.â
Bingo! Ellie thought to herself. Now weâre making progress.
âSo, then why not treat her the way she deserves? Why justâwhatâs that saying? Hit it and quit it?â
Joel tossed a glare at her. âDonât ever say that again.â
âIâm not wrong though. Thatâs what it is, isnât it?â Ellie prompted.
âNo!â
âBut just a minute ago you said you two were nothing. So if you two are boning, but youâre nothing, thatâs like a hit it and quit it, isnât it? Or is it a fuck it and chuck it? Hump it and dump it?â She scratched her head, wracking her brain as she tried to figure it out. Beside her, Joel was about ready to implode. âWait a minute, that canât be right because you guys do it all the time. Youâre not actually quitting it. So, itâs hooking up, right?â
âI swear to Christ Iâm gonna make you fuckinâ walk to Wyoming if you donât shutâhow the fuck do you know all that? That what they teach you kids in FEDRA school?â
âDonât change the subject.â Ellie grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. âLevel with me, old man. Do you like her or not?â
Joelâs teeth were gritted together, his sights fixed on the road ahead.
âOr do you love her?â She practically sang.
âEllie.â He said her name warningly once again, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror. The last thing he needed was for you to wake up and hear this conversation; thankfully you were still out cold.
Ellie waved a hand at him. âOh relax, the womanâs sleeping like a bear in hibernation. Now, answer the fucking question.â
Joel didnât respond. He couldnât respond.
He willed himself to open his mouth and say somethingâanything.
But he just couldnât. Heâd been stumped by a fucking fourteen year old who was too damn smart for her own good.
âInteresting,â Ellie mused after a minute of silence, curiously rubbing her chin. âHow you canât even deny it. Very, very, interesting.â
Before Joel could even think, the sound of you moving around in the backseat caused him to jump, the internal panic flooding him in one single wave. As soon as he was certain you were still fast asleep, he let out a breath of relief and turned to Ellie. âNow, you listen hereââ
âAh, ah, ah.â She held up her finger to her lips. âLetâs not wake Sleeping Beauty back there.â She dropped her hand down into her lap and glanced out the window, grinning to herself. âBesides, I have the answer I was looking for anyway.â
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This is in no way of hating but i want to know why do you enjoy writing noncon/rape? When I first downloaded tumblr which was couple of months ago i was surprised by the amount of noncon fics here. I eventually came to enjoy them which makes me question myself. Whenever i read a noncon fic and enjoy it i feel like im betraying women who actually went through those traumatic events. Plus I actually don't really like dark romance books? I love cod dead dove and that is mainly because i really love the characters and the authors are so talented. I rambled so much and i hope you don't get this in the wrong way i don't mean to hate AT ALL i love the stuff you write. Maybe i shouldn't think too much and let myself enjoy what im reading lol
first of all, no worries! i wasn't sure about your tone/intentions at first, but by the end i was totally fine with the question.
i actually don't mind talking about this stuff - i just sometimes avoid it on main because i prefer chatting about it privately.
second, i'm no psychologist or sociologist, so i probably won't be able to give you the most satisfactory answer, but i think there are a lot of different reasons. i can only name a few. one thing i should mention right off the bat is that rape fantasies are very normal (and this is true whether you're a survivor of SA or not) and writing/reading fiction can be a safe way to process those thoughts/feelings.
one of prevailing reasons is, of course, that many survivors of SA use noncon/dubcon literature/art as a way of processing their experiences and taking ownership of their trauma.
and look, people are going to go back and forth on this point (i've seen it all before - many people refuse to believe that engaging with noncon lit/art is helpful, and in fairness, it's NOT helpful for everyone because every person is different), but at the end of the day, if a survivor tells you "writing/reading this was helpful in my recovery" then that's that!
additionally, for many women and non-binary folk (i can only speak as a cis woman, but i'm sure this is a shared lived experience across many different people), we're also taught from a very young age to suppress our sexual desires / that being open about our sexuality is morally reprehensible and shameful. and a lot of people carry that shame for years, impacting them well into adulthood. so dubcon/noncon fantasies can be a way of being able to enjoy sexual scenarios where you don't have to be the initiator, thus taking away some of the emotional weight and shame.
plus, at the end of the day (and im sure many people will disagree with this take, it's something that i'm still figuring out myself), there is a kind of weird underlying consent implicit in dark fics. like, you might be reading a fic or novel that's ostensibly noncon, but you're also actively seeking out that literature (hopefully it's not just sprung on you - i do very much agree with tagging to the fullest extent and my lukewarm take is that I think all books, even traditionally published ones, should come with content/trigger warnings too).
there are a medley of reasons why someone might write or read dark fiction/dark romance. again, i'm just one person and i can only speak from my own experience!
i think at the end of the day, the important thing to realize is that fiction is fake, and as long as the writer appropriately tags their work and ensures that the audience is aware of what they're getting into when they start reading, they're not coercing the reader into something they aren't prepared for.
and it's totally fine if you have limits (like, you can read and enjoy dubcon, but not noncon) or can't engage with the material at all, but it's also unfair to say that it reflects someone's real life values - the same way that we don't say that the people who enjoy crime fiction must love murder.
and the last thing i want to say because this got a bit out of hand lol, is that, yes, for some people dark fiction is genuinely harmful, whether or not they're a survivor. it's not for everyone and that's completely fine and i'm aware of that, which is why i agree that you should tag as much as possible (even if you feel like you're overdoing it sometimes), but someone else's discomfort doesn't give them the right to tell you how to process your own emotions/experiences/desires/etc.
as long as no one's getting hurt, there's no issue as far as i'm concerned. and sorry but, no one's getting hurt by reading a fic or a novel unless the author didn't give proper content warnings - if you "forgot" to read the tags or read anyway DESPITE being warned, im sorry but that's life.
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HANDS ON YOU â lee heeseung
IN WHICH; I-LAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIĂRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!
PAIRING: idol!heeseung x idol!fem!reader
GENRE: smau, strangers to lovers, celebrity x celebrity, fluff, donât let the first part of the smau fool you i swear itâs full on angst towards the end, slowest of the slow burnsâŠ
WARNINGS: contains profanities, horrible humour, kys/kms jokes, sexual innuendos, spelling errors, incorrect timestamps, probably some cringe-worthy moments, cyberbullying, racist and misogynistic comments made about reader, death threats, mentions/depictions of overworking, insomnia, eating disorders, not proofread etc. (i am not in anyway romanticising, encouraging or condoning the usage of these topics. purely for the plot and development of the story.)
STATUS: completed! (04/06/2023 â 08/08/2023)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: please read! literally my first attempt at a smau so please don't flame me đ i must warn yâall that the timestamps are really all over the place, so DO NOT pay attention to them until stated. the content and depiction of the characters in this smau do not in anyway represent them in real life. chapters with â(hw)â next to them indicates that they are half-written, in case yâall accidentally skip over it! last but not least, if you do end up enjoying it please like, comment (absolutely love reading comments!), and reblog! without further ado, enjoy!!
p.s this was written way before the actual airing of I-LAND 2 and not meant to be connected with the real show/contestants in anyway. this was also before i found out you can actually put more than 10 photos in one post đ€Ą
TAGS: #tfwy handsonyou
prologue - introducing LUMIĂRE part 1 | part 2
profile. one | two
chapter 1 - number 1 hater
chapter 2 - infant
chapter 3 - #prayersformarklee âđ€
chapter 4 - dog-eater� (hw)
chapter 5 - breaking records(?)
chapter 6 - still employed!
chapter 7 - bad publicity is still publicity
chapter 8 - to hee or not to hee
chapter 9 - the heist
chapter 10 - trigger warning
chapter 11 - soompitydimpity
chapter 12 - chronic insomnia
chapter 13 - to hee after all
chapter 14 - wild pokémon heeseungie
chapter 15 - artists
chapter 16 - that should be me
chapter 17 - bills
chapter 18 - the elephant in the room (hw)
chapter 19 - if you let me
chapter 20 - trouble? travel! (hw)
chapter 21 - caught in a lie
chapter 22 - always on your side
chapter 23 - princess syndrome
chapter 24 - you (hw)
chapter 25 - golden thread
chapter 26 - way back home (hw)
chapter 27 - uh ohâŠ
chapter 28 - fight or flight
chapter 29 - close friends
chapter 30 - paradoxx invasion
chapter 31 - ramen
chapter 32 - 080923 (hw)
chapter 33 - driver
chapter 34 - demure and honest
chapter 35 - p-platonic?!?
chapter 36 - friends donât look at friends that way
chapter 37 - bungeoppang
chapter 38 - back to the way things were..?
chapter 39 - wheel of fortune
chapter 40 - i miss holding your hand (hw)
chapter 41 - sooha (real)
chapter 42 - rizzseung
chapter 43 - project luminescence
chapter 44 - i will go to you like the first snow (hw)
chapter 45 - itâs awfully quietâŠ
chapter 46 - jake pick me era?
chapter 47 - my life without you is a misery
chapter 48 - your honour, iâm innocent
chapter 49 - breaking my silence
chapter 50 - heâs being exploited!
chapter 51 (finale) - number 1 fan (hw)
epilogue - forever ruined by you
bonus chapter!
the exes talk
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Do It For Me
Final Part
Parts 1 - 3 here : Chans Masterlist
All other members : Masterlist
Pairing: possessive bad boy, non idol Chan x Bratty fem!reader
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Explicit sexual content, Strong language, Themes of possessiveness and control in relationships, Public sex
Word count: 2,396
A/N: This will be the last installment in Chans story. I wasnât going to write another one but I felt like I needed a pretty happy entering without making it super fluffy because you all know thatâs not my style. Currently working on a playlist for this series so stay tuned! Also if you have already read this just ignore!! Adding all saved tags to all of my works. If you wish to no longer be tagged just let me know.
You sank into Chan's plush leather sofa, your hands resting on your thighs and your bare feet crossed at the ankle. Your eyes narrowed slightly as you gazed across the room. Chan sat just a few feet away, his dark eyes fixed on you like a predator eyeing its prey.
It had been a couple of days since Chan had whisked you away from the bar to his family home. Initially, you resisted his every move. You ignored or scoffed at his gentle touches and sweet gestures of affection. The only thing you welcomed was the rough sex.
Gradually, however, you began to warm up to his tender sideâa side that seemingly only you got to witness. You stopped flinching when he pulled you close for an embrace. You started reciprocating his quick, spontaneous kisses.
You no longer mocked his affectionate gestures when he offered to cook for you, give you a foot rub, or simply lay with you to read or watch a movie. Slowly, you began to anticipate these moments, and before you realized it, you were opening up to him in ways you'd never done with anyone before.
"Come on, it's just a date. We've been hooking up on and off for years. Let me take you out," Chan said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he looked at you. You rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance, even as the prospect of a proper date with Chan made your pulse quicken. You didn't usually like feeling this wayâyou'd convinced yourself you weren't built for romance or relationshipsâbut Chan was steadily dismantling the walls you'd built.
After much hesitation, you finally answered, "Fine, I'll go on one date with you, but you have to let me go back to Hyunjin's place to get ready properly. I'm tired of being cooped up in this mansion. I'm not your prisoner, Chan." His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching slightly. You could see the internal struggle playing out across his features. Finally, he exhaled deeply, his shoulders relaxing. "Alright," he conceded, "but I'm picking you up at 8, and if you're not ready or you try to slip away... I'll find you, and you won't leave my sight ever again."
Chan's possessiveness was overwhelming at this point, and it pained you to lack your own independence. Yet, you had no intentions of leaving himâyou just didn't want him to know that. You nodded simply and stood up. "I should probably get going then. I need time to get ready." Chan licked his full lips and rose as well. "I'll have a car take you over."
Two hours later, you were gazing into Hyunjin's bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. Your deep blue dress hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating your figure in all the right places. The neckline plunged just low enough to be alluring without being too revealing. You applied a final swipe of deep red lipstick, the color complementing the dress beautifully. As you stepped back to admire your reflection, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness for your date with Chan.
As soon as those feelings began to rise, you shook your head, pushing them away. "What the fuck... get ahold of yourself, Y/n." Just as you were walking out of Hyunjin's bedroom, his front door opened and in stepped a very tired-looking Hyunjin. "Wow, you actually do come home," you said as his eyes met yours. A soft smile spread over his lips. "I'm only here to grab some things. I'm going back to my other place."
You walked over to him, knowing how sad and lonely your best friend had been feeling since his breakup with his ex. Even though you agreed he had been a very bad boyfriend, you couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. He was close to your heart, and you didn't like seeing him suffer. You embraced him in a gentle hug. "Are you okay?" you asked as you squeezed him a little, then pulled back to peer up at him.
Hyunjin gave you a weak smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. "I'm... managing," he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You could feel the weight of his emotions in those two simple words. Before you could respond, the sound of a car horn outside caught your attention, reminding you of your impending date with Chan.
You nodded, "You know I'm still your best friend and I'm here for you. Even if you just want to complain, I'll listen." Hyunjin was the only one who got to see your softer side. "Yeah, I know, Y/n." Hyunjin glanced out of his big bay windows, seeing Chan emerge from his car and begin walking up the sidewalk. "Are you and Chan finally expressing your love for one another?" he asked, surprised as he finally took in your dressed-up appearance.
You sighed heavily and shrugged, "I'm just indulging him." Hyunjin laughed softly and shook his head at you. "You know... we all see it. You love the guy, and it's clear he's obsessed and in love with you. He has been for years." You started to turn away to grab your small handbag. "Hyunjin..." you began, not wanting to hear this.
"Y/n, take it from me, who took advantage of someone that loved me unconditionally... you don't want to give that up." He looked down, trying to hold back the tears stinging his eyes. "Once you damage that and they give up on you... there's no going back. Nothing's ever the same." There was a soft knock on the door. "Let the guy love you... you deserve that."
You swallowed hard, letting his words sink in as you turned to face the door. Your heart raced, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through you. Hyunjin's words echoed in your mind, challenging your carefully constructed walls. As you reached for the doorknob, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the evening ahead.
When you swung open the door, Chan stood there in all black. His suit fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. His dark hair was styled neatly, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation as they took in your appearance. A soft smile played on his lips as he extended his hand towards you, his voice low and warm as he said, "You look absolutely stunning, Y/n. Are you ready?" His question seemed to hold more than just the simple meaning.
You took a glance back at Hyunjin, who nodded encouragingly at you. You gave him a soft smile and turned back to Chan. "Yeah, I think I am." You took his hand and walked out of the apartment with him. As you stepped out into the cool evening air, Chan's hand warm in yours, you felt a flutter of nervousness in your chest. The city lights twinkled around you, casting a soft glow on the sidewalk. Chan led you towards his car, a sleek black vehicle that matched his attire perfectly, and you couldn't help but wonder what the night had in store for you both.
The restaurant Chan chose was an elegant Korean establishment with a modern twist. Soft lighting and minimalist decor created an intimate atmosphere, perfect for your first official date. As you and Chan were led to your table, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbled up inside you. The aroma of sizzling bulgogi and freshly steamed rice filled the air, making your mouth water.
You couldn't help but notice the place was completely empty, save for the staff. As you settled into your seat, you glanced at Chan, looking more than handsome in the dim lighting. "What did you do? Rent out the place?" you joked. Chan's lips curved into a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe I did," he replied, his voice low and playful. A flutter in your chest surprised you at the thought of him going to such lengths for your date. You realized this evening might be more special than you'd initially anticipated.
The waiter arrived with Korean wine and asked if you were ready for your first course. You raised an eyebrow at Chan. "So you've had this all planned out?" Chan simply nodded to the waiter, who disappeared to fetch your meals, leaving your question unanswered.
As you sipped your wine, curiosity and appreciation for Chan's efforts washed over you. The intimate setting and carefully planned menu spoke of a thoughtfulness you weren't quite used to. You found yourself softening, your usual defenses lowering as you gazed at Chan across the table. His dark eyes met yours, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to imagine what it might be like to truly let him in.
Chan leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his dark eyes intense. He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and earnest. "Y/n, I know you've been guarding your heart for so long. But I want you to know that I'm here, ready to love you completely. I've been waiting for years, hoping you'd let me in. I'm not asking for everything all at once, but I want you to give us a real chance. Let me show you how much you mean to me, how much I care." You leaned forward, parting your lips to speak, but Chan cut you off, "And please don't turn this into me acting like a pussy because I'm weak for loving you."
You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his words, feeling a mix of amusement and warmth spread through your chest. Chan's vulnerability, his willingness to lay his heart bare before you, was both touching and terrifying. You found yourself at a crossroads, torn between the safety of your carefully constructed walls and the allure of the love Chan was offering. As you gazed into his eyes, you realized that maybe, just maybe, it was time to take a leap of faith.
When you didn't say anything right away, Chan continued, his face hardening slightly as the possessive man you knew pushed through. "And regardless of whether you want to be here or be with me... you're still mine. You always have been. You can't escape me. I don't need you to love me, but... I do need you with me."
A mix of emotions washed over you at Chan's wordsâa blend of frustration at his possessiveness, but also a strange comfort in his unwavering devotion. You took a deep breath, trying to sort through the conflicting feelings. Part of you wanted to push back against his claim, assert your independence, but another part recognized the truth in his wordsâthere was an undeniable connection between you two that had persisted for years.
You leaned back in your chair as the food arrived. Waiting for the waiter to leave, you began eating before answering Chan. You couldn't help but test his patience. While you enjoyed riling him up, you were also growing fond of his sweet, vulnerable side. "Y/n..." he said under his breath, a warning for you to respond.
You took another bite, savoring the flavors as you considered your words. Finally, you met Chan's intense gaze, your voice soft but firm. "Chan, I can't deny our connection. But love... it's complicated. I'm not promising anything, but I'm here, aren't I? Let's see where this goes."
Your nonchalant response caused Chan's steely glare to falter. He seemed taken aback, having endured years of your rejection. Your words made him question if he'd been wasting his time waiting for and chasing you. Chan's expression softened, a mix of surprise and hope flickering across his features. He reached across the table, his fingers gently brushing yours. "That's all I'm asking for, Y/n," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine emotion. "A chance to show you what we could be."
As the evening progressed, you found yourself relaxing more, genuinely enjoying Chan's company. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by shared laughter and lingering glances. For the first time in years, you allowed yourself to imagine a future where you weren't constantly pushing Chan away. As dessert arrivedâa decadent chocolate creation that made your eyes light upâyou realized that maybe, just maybe, giving Chan a chance wouldn't be so bad after all.
As the night wore on, you noticed a heat in Chan's eyes as he watched you eat your dessert. "What are you thinking about?" you asked when you caught him staring at your lips as they moved around the spoon. A sly smirk painted his plump lips. "I'm imagining how that red lipstick would look smeared around my cock."
You felt a sudden heat rise to your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through your body. Chan's boldness never failed to catch you off guard, even after all this time. You leaned forward, your voice dropping to a husky whisper, "Maybe you'll get to find out later."
Chan shook his head. "There's no later... I want to see it now." Your eyes glanced around the room and then over to the now-quiet kitchen. "You mean here? Where people can see?" Chan's eyes darkened with desire, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "That's exactly what I mean," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "The thrill of getting caught only adds to the excitement, don't you think?"
You licked the remaining chocolate from your lips as Chan motioned for you to come closer. "Come here... I want you on your knees." Even though Chan had been confessing his love, the man knew what he wanted and always took it. You were his, and you would do as you were told... for the most part.
A thrill of excitement coursed through you at Chan's commanding tone. Without hesitation, you rose from your seat, the silk of your dress rustling softly as you moved around the table. Your heart raced as you approached Chan, fully aware of the risk of being caught but unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. As you sank to your knees before him, your eyes locked with his, silently acknowledging the power he held over you in that moment.
You could feel wetness nearly pooling in your panties as his warm hand caressed your cheek and slid over your jaw. His thumb swiped gently across your lips, smearing your deep red lipstick slightly. "So fucking beautiful," he breathed. Chan's eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at you, his fingers trailing along your jawline. You shivered under his touch, anticipation building within you. Without a word, his hands moved to his belt, the soft clink of metal echoing in the quiet restaurant.
You had watched Chan do this many times, but after allowing him to tear down the walls you'd had up for years, it was as if you were seeing him with new eyes. The heat in the pit of your stomach intensified as you watched him slowly unzip his pants. Anticipation built with each passing second, your breath catching in your throat as you waited for him to reveal himself. You marveled at how different this feltâthe same act, but with a new depth of emotion behind it.
Chan spread his thighs wider, the visible bulge in his pants drawing your gaze. You moved closer, your hands sliding up his muscular thighs. "Pull it out," he mumbled. You hesitated, hearing slight movement in the kitchen. "Eyes on me. I'm the only one here with you." He lifted your chin with a finger planted beneath your jaw.
Your eyes rose to meet his glare, filled not only with desire but with a softness you could only discern as love.
Your heart raced as you reached forward, your fingers gently brushing against the fabric of his pants before carefully freeing his hardened length. The sight of him, fully aroused and waiting for you, sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You licked your lips unconsciously, your gaze flickering between his intense eyes and his throbbing cock, ready to pleasure him in this thrilling, semi-public setting.
With a soft exhale, you leaned forward, your lips parting as you took him into your mouth. The taste of him, familiar yet somehow new, filled your senses as you began to move. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the feeling of him against your tongue, before opening again to meet his intense gaze.
Chan's fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as you worked your mouth along his length. The low groan that escaped his lips sent a shiver down your spine, encouraging you to take him deeper. You could feel his thighs tensing beneath your hands, a clear sign of his growing pleasure.
As you continued your ministrations, you could feel Chan's control slipping. His grip on your hair tightened, his hips beginning to buck slightly against your mouth. The thrill of pleasuring him in such a public place only added to your own arousal, your core aching with need. You redoubled your efforts, determined to bring him to the edge of ecstasy.
Chan's breathing grew ragged, his muscles tensing as he approached his climax. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully. Just as you felt his cock tightening and twitching between your parted lips, he pulled you up. His chest heaved as he glanced down at his cock, covered in your saliva. Your lipstick smeared all around the base of his shaft.
"Not yet," he said gruffly as he stood, bringing you to your feet with him. "I want to feel you wrapped so tight around me."
Chan's hands roamed your body, his touch igniting a fire within you. He spun you around, pressing you against the table as his lips found your neck. You gasped, feeling the hard length of him against your backside, your body trembling with anticipation. The thrill of potentially being caught only heightened your arousal, making you ache for more.
His hands lifted the hem of your dress, exposing your panty-clad ass. He yanked them down, letting them fall to your ankles. Chan gripped your ass in his hands. "You drive me insane," he growled.
You moaned softly as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your behind, your body responding eagerly to his touch. The cool air of the restaurant against your exposed skin sent a shiver down your spine, heightening your arousal. Chan's breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "I've waited so long for this moment, to have you fully surrender to me."
And you were fully surrendering. In that moment, he could have all of youâyour body, your mind, your heart. You realized how much you wanted this, wanted him, wanted his love. Chan spun you around, pulling you over to push you against the wall.
His strong hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as his lips crashed onto yours in a passionate kiss. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his desire for you evident in every touch. As he pressed you against the wall, his hips grinding against yours, you knew that this moment would change everything between you and Chan forever.
Chan's hands roamed your body, his touch both possessive and tender. You arched into him, your body responding to his every caress. As his lips found yours again, you surrendered completely to the passion between you. "Please... fuck me, Chan," you could barely speak as you tugged at his shirt, pulling it up to slide your hands against his heated skin, feeling the muscles in his back move beneath his smooth skin.
Chan's eyes locked with yours, dark with desire and something deeperâa vulnerability you'd never seen before. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your core, the thin fabric of your dress the only barrier between you. "I'm going to make you mine," he growled, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.
With a swift motion, Chan aligned himself with your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his length. You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he slowly pushed inside, stretching and filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that made you cry out softly. Chan stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, "You feel so perfect, so tight around me."
As he began to move, you clung to him, your bodies moving in perfect synchronization. The risk of being caught only heightened your pleasure, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through your body. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, your nails digging into Chan's back as he drove deeper, his pace increasing with each passing moment.
The combination of pleasure and the thrill of potentially being caught was intoxicating. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the heat between you building to an unbearable intensity. You could feel yourself approaching the edge, your muscles tensing as Chan's thrusts became more urgent, driving you both towards an explosive climax.
As the tension built to a fever pitch, you felt yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy. Chan's movements became more frantic, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove into you with renewed vigor. The world around you faded away, leaving only the sensation of your bodies intertwined and the impending release that threatened to consume you both.
Just as you were about to cum, you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his head up away from your neck. You wanted to watch him cum inside you, to see just how good you made him feel. Chan's eyes locked with yours, his pupils dilated with desire as he neared his climax. You watched in awe as his face contorted with pleasure, his mouth falling open in a silent moan. The intensity of his gaze, filled with raw passion and vulnerability, pushed you over the edge, and you felt your own orgasm crash over you in waves of ecstasy.
Chan held you close as you both came down from your shared high, your bodies still trembling with aftershocks. As your breathing steadied, he gently lowered you to your feet, his hands caressing your sides tenderly. You looked up at him, seeing a mix of satisfaction and adoration in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat.
"You don't have to say it back, but I love you." His Australian accent was even thicker as he came down from his high. You felt your heart racing, the words echoing in your mind. The intensity of the moment, the vulnerability in Chan's eyes, and the raw emotion in his voice overwhelmed you. Before you could second-guess yourself, you heard your own voice, barely above a whisper, "I love you too, Chan." The words felt right, natural, as if they had been waiting to be spoken all along.
Just as Chan's mouth fell open slightly at the words you had always refused to say to anyone, a crash of dishes came from behind him. You both looked over to see the waiter standing there with wide eyes and a mess of broken dishes on the floor.
Chan's face flushed a deep red, a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire evident in his expression. You couldn't help but stifle a giggle, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. With a sheepish grin, Chan quickly adjusted his clothing and turned to address the stunned waiter, his voice a mix of authority and amusement as he said, "I believe we're ready for the check now."
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Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader
Content tags: enemies to lovers; slow burn; afab!reader; clan issues; LOOOONG fic (check word count), there will be another part
Warnings: slow burn, gojo being a dick (even geto canât save him here), enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, pain :)
Word count: 17.1k
A/N: I need to cope with current manga events and distracting myself with gojo content works best also why do I have the fucking the tendency to never get to the point (at least explains the length of this fic ._.)
There werenât many consistencies in your life, if you were being honest to yourself, after all being a jujutsu sorcerer meant having to predict the unpredictable and be prepared for any possibilities, at least thats what those stupid clan elders drilled into your brain at every possible moment but honestly speaking absolutely nothing couldâve prepared you for Gojo Satoru to be the worst fucking asshole you have and probably will ever meet. You knew since you were a toddler you were promised to this asshole; binding vow infused with cursed technique and what not, basically it meant you keep the promise to get married and stay with Gojo Satoru or the cursed energy will kill you. At this rate though, youâd consider just dying instead of marrying him, thatâs how insufferable he is.
For as long as you can remember all your family relatives would tell you day in and day out that you were lucky, you would marry the person thatâs guaranteed to have a successful life and you should be grateful for that but honestly, the moment this spoiled toddler looked at you like you were a cockroach and then called you ugly you have felt anything but grateful. In fact that was the first time you felt such inexplicable rage that you straight up threw your ballerina shoe at him and all your mother could do was pick you up and carry you as far away as possible from each other all while you stuck out your tongue at this dummy that called you ugly. Once you guys were far enough away from each other you had to listen to your mother rant about how you shouldnât treat the treasure of the Gojo-clan like that or she might get in trouble. It felt unfair and this was only the first of many other scoldings to come.
The second time you meet him, your mother specifically asked you to behave, if not, you wouldnât be allowed to have dessert and god youâd die for that dessert. Keeping the dessert in mind you tell yourself you can do this, heâs just a spoiled baby after all but the moment he looked at you it already felt like he was itching for a punch. He turned around towards his caretaker and actually asked her: âif he really had to marry youâ. This time only the dessert your mother told you about protected him because otherwise he would have tasted both of your ballerina shoes. You almost spat at him that you didnât want to marry this brat either but your mothers warning glance was the only thing keeping your mouth shut. Then Satoru decided he had enough of looking at your ugly face and just turned around without a single word and left you guys. God you really wanted to throw a stone at him. Your mother looked at you and said: ânot to worry because boys are mean when they like you.â. This was the first time you actually contemplated your mothers sanity bc why would someone be mean to someone they like. Thatâs how you decided to hate your future husband and show him exactly that, no matter the consequences.
The third meeting was actually longer than the other two, simply because this time your caretakers decided that a picnic would be nice and good for you two to get to know each other and familiarize yourselves with one another. This time you were prepared for the inevitable, when your nanny asked why you needed a rock youâd simply state that it was a gift for Satoru and she gushed over how adorable you were being, what she failed to realize was, that it was anything but a gift for him but rather a meanie hitter in case heâd be a jerk again. Now you two were facing each other and forcefully greeted one another and the nannies both unpacked their lunch and set it up in the middle for all of you to eat. Now, being the respectful child you were raised to be, you thanked them but Satoru let out a simple âhmphâ and began to eat only to spat it out right into your face. He started to complain about how salty the food was and if it werenât for your shock in that moment you wouldâve already hit him with your âgiftâ but lucky for him your nanny was already distracting you by wiping away the food in your face and then turning to Satoru to apologize since she didnât know his food preference. Satoru looked at her in disgust and complained about how she lacks basic cooking skills for a mere nanny. That was also the last time youâve seen her on your estate and that really made you hate Gojo tenfold. After that day you vow to yourself to make his life just as miserable but the elders decided to stop letting you guys meet until you both were more mature.
The next time you see Gojo, you were both 8 years old and to none of your surprise he still was the same jerk only this time he pulled your hair and called you a pig but there was no one to hold you back from attacking him with a stick to the point you chased him through the entire estate until you actually tripped and hurt yourself and with tears in your eyes you had to listen to Gojos demeaning laughter while he insulted you one more time for good measure.
Thatâs how youâd describe your entire childhood with Gojo Satoru up until you are both in Jujutsu High. After not seeing him for about two years, you could argue that he mightâve changed but itâs Gojo Satoru, your hopes are as low as believing this arranged marriage can be canceled.
The first time you see him again was while your teacher was introducing you to the other teams and just seeing his face gave you shivers of disgust. Heâd grin obnoxiously at you and all you can do is scoff, while the teacher talks about teams and what not. You were so enraged at seeing him you couldnât even listen to what Yaga was saying.
âYo, did ya miss me? Bet ya did, itâs not like you can see a handsome face like this every day.â, Satoru grins and it takes your entire might not to just punch him square in the face.
You grit your teeth at the pest youâd have to see every day now and take a deep breath to calm down: âI might start to miss your face, when itâs actually handsome, Gojo.â you shrug and then glance at the guy with long black hair behind him losing his shit and slapping Gojos shoulder.
âCanât say I disagree, Satoru.â heâd press in between laughters and Gojo would immediately protest, turn around and kick him while he whines about him not having his back.
You just stare at the long haired guy with an amused grin, then look back to Gojo, almost cringe at him, then turn back to the guy standing beside him, âGeto Suguru, nice to meet you, Y/n. Iâve heard a lot about you.â heâd bow slightly and your eyes almost widen in surprise, how can Gojo be friends with such a respectful guy.
âKnowing Gojo, it was probably only bad stuffâ, you chuckle and bow to him as well. You raise an eyebrow, provocatively: ârather it surprises me how Gojo managed to find an actually respectful friend.â you glance at Gojo one more time for good measure, only for him to grin then stick out his tongue at you
âNot all of us are incapable of making friends.â, he states nonchalantly, but the provocative and amused grin on his face betrays him. It really took almost everything in you not to smash his pretty face into the ground and beat it black and blue, but it seems like Geto was one step ahead by smacking him on the back of his head while he scolds him about being respectful to your fiancĂ©.
Gojo in return simply mocks him, then whines about how you two are ganging up on him while he crosses his arms like a child. Youâd just shrug and then say; âitâs not our fault, youâre simply insufferable.â
His pout grows even bigger and you had to giggle because he looked like a bubbling fish, thatâs how ridiculous he was getting. He stopped pouting and kept staring at you, his face neutral. Gojo Satoru always was unreadable to you but in this moment he felt like another mystery of the world. Just what is going on in his head? You stopped asking yourself that a long time ago, there was no point in trying to understand him because you simply never would. The silence between you three was turning awkward very quickly and you decide to pull away from this meeting, deciding that you have much better things to do than have Gojo gawk at your face and most likely start to point out all your flaws and insecurities. You bid them farewell with an awkward smile and head to your designated room for the school year.
With a new place came a sense of loneliness that could hardly be described, itâs comparable to a lack of warmth that flows from the blank walls that have absolutely zero memories attached to them, but you were determined to fill your heart up with beautiful memories in this place as well. This wouldnât remain a blank space; you refuse to allow that. You take a deep breath, your clenched jaw unclenching and your shoulders start to relax; the tension, you didnât even realize had built up, slowly releasing and you felt like you were able to clear your anxiety slowly. This is going to be fine.
You unpack everything from your belongings and decorate the room, make it feel more like yours. The walls slowly are filled with small photos or gifts from clan members and friends. You smile proudly to yourself and put a frame containing a picture of you and your mom and put it on the desk. You hum happily: âI should buy some decorations whenever I have the time to check out the cityâ. You start to plan what youâd like to have and whatnot. Some small plants would be nice but a low maintenance plant would fit your busy schedule more, maybe a cactus, at least you wouldnât have to worry about watering it, you chuckle to yourself.
A small knock at the door interrupts your planning process. You turn around and walk towards the door and open it swiftly, only to be faced with one of your teammates, Haname. She smiles and gives you a small wave: âHeya, I was done with setting up and was bored out of my mind, so I figured I should check out how my fellow mates are doing.â, she winks and basically barges into your room and looks around in curiosity. Your eyes widen in surprise when she pushes you away to enter the room and you canât help but think of a familiar white-haired pest at her boldness, but hers was more adorable, you didnât mind.
You continue to observe her, while she is looking around. Her cheeks seem naturally flushed and she had a round face, she reminded you of a squirrel, but it made her look very adorable. She had a small scar on her chin, it made her cute appearance seem a little more serious. You shake your head at your own thought process, it's rude to observe someone to this extent.
A loud sudden gasp interrupts your thought process, âis this your mother?â, Haname asks wide-eyed, âsheâs absolutely gorgeous, you obviously got those good genes from her, oh my god!â
You widen your eyes for the second time in the span of a few minutes, thereâs a small heat growing on your cheeks at her implied compliment, you knew you werenât bad looking but someone complimenting you so straight-forward was a rather rare occurrence.
âSheâs breathtaking, isnât sheâ, you smile in fondness, cheeks still flushed and you couldnât help but slowly grow fond of this bundle of energy in front of you.
In response she almost beams: âAbsolutely! Youâre very similar to her, yâknow?â
You shake your head a little flustered and grin at her, you mightâve found a new good friend in Jujutsu High: âYouâre also very cute, yâknow?â
She seems to beam even brighter at your compliment and grins and she throws her hair back in an exaggerated manner: âThanks, gorgeous.â, she winks at you playfully. âSo, do you have any plans for today, or can I kidnap you for the day? I heard from a second year thereâs an insane soba noodle restaurant nearby and I canât be bothered to go if Iâm alone.â
You tilt your head at her enthusiasm and seeming extroversion: âJust when did you meet a second year?â, you wonder out loud and laugh. You gesture towards the door: âAfter you.â, you smile looking forward to this unexpected event.
She nods and takes a step forward: âI just met them while I was checking out the training grounds. Theyâre humongous, especially considering the lack of Jujutsu students, anyways they were there training and I watched them. Yâknow get some training ideas by observing and when they took a break I talked to them about the school, classes and so on. They were really nice and helpful! I hope everyone here is like that but you never know.â, she shrugs, as if to say, maybe there are assholes here, too.
You laugh at her enthusiasm and her willingness to talk to just about anyone: âYou really do have a way with people donât you? I bet you could even make Gojo be nice to you.â, your left hand immediately starts to itch when you think about Gojo being rude to her but thatâs a matter for when they actually meet, which will probably be not far into the future, considering that first year students have classes together, despite being in different teams.
She halts in her movements, turns towards you, tilts her head a little to the right and looks at you in confusion: âWho the hell is Gojo? Do I have to know him? Sorry I don't come from a clan or something so Iâm not that good with sorcerer connections.â, she sighs defeated and grabs the back of her neck apologetically.
You furrow your eyebrows slightly, wondering how to explain Gojo Satoru to her, without complimenting his sorcerer abilities and sadly these go hand in hand; that jerk is a confident bastard and he has reason to back it up sadly. âWell, how do I put this,â, your fingers reach for your chin in a thinking manner, âGojo Satoru, is the next clan head of the Gojo-clan, he has inherited two insanely strong Gojo-clan techniques, the infamous Six Eyes and the Limitless technique. He will most likely become the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer in the future, but I beg you with my entire combined pride, donât ever tell him I said this, or I might have to either kill myself or him.â, you explain and warn her. You sigh already feeling a headache forming at the image of his sly grin, if he ever got to hear you say this about him.
She grumbles in response to the new information: âOh god, an overconfident man and he has valid reasons for that?â, she massages the space between her eyebrows, âi can already imagine just how annoying he is.â
âThe. Absolute. Worst. And because of our insane luck, he is also a first year student,â, you smile at her sarcastically, your voice dripping with fake enthusiasm, âand knowing him, when he finds out you hang out with me, heâll also probably try to bother you to no end.â, you grumble at the thought of him bothering Haname, but you know itâs inevitable, heâll probably pester all of the students, itâs just a matter of time.
She sighs: âWell at least you warned me.â, now she grins at you and takes your hand to lead you out of the building and you follow her lead, shaking off the negative feelings that come with Gojo Satoru. At this point itâs really just a buy one take two for free deal.
Soon the two of you arrived in the heart of the city, you were surrounded by crowds, people were walking by, tourists were reading a map, children were laughing and running around. You grin to yourself; now this is definitely the heart of this place, a new city means a new you. You can work towards improving yourself, become a better sorcerer, nothing is gonna stop you now.
You look at Haname and smile seeing that sheâs just as infatuated with the city as you. You link your arms together so you wonât lose each other in the crowd. It would be an immense pain in the ass if you lost each other and you really didnât want that to happen on the very first day. When you link your arms together she seems to snap back to herself and she drags you forward, probably towards the restaurant she mentioned earlier. Thus your first day concludes with exploring through the city, buying some plants and decorations for each other's room and getting snacks for late nights while gossiping and wondering about the following school year.
The first day of classes started off pretty hectic, you were the type of person to prefer to sleep in for longer than you probably should, so when you realized you woke up an entire 20 minutes after you initially planned to get up, all hell broke loose. You cursed at your habit and got up as fast as possible. After all, you should at least try to look decent on the first day of school. You silently praise yourself at doing overnight curls, at least this would save you a lot of time. You brush your teeth quickly and do your make up so fast, youâre finished almost entirely 20 minutes earlier than you usually would. You quickly put on your school uniform and check the time, itâs 7:40 am. At least you were gonna be punctual and not embarrass yourself on the very first day.
While you put on your shoes thereâs a light knock on your door, you can bet itâs most likely Haname. You open the door, smile a âgood morningâ at Haname, take your backpack and step out of your room ready to face the first day of classes.
Soon the two of you arrive at the class, which you managed to find easily because Haname also checked out the rooms yesterday. You find yourself being more and more grateful for her presence in your life; she makes it 20 times easier to navigate through everything.
The both of you step in and are immediately faced with the rest of your classmates, one of them being your new teammate. You smile at him and he gives you a small nod back. Even when you first introduced yourself he didnât seem like much of a talker, so a small nod seemed like a good sense of appreciation from your teammate and you nod back at him. Haname went ahead and sat herself down in a free spot behind him, so you shrug and decide to do the same and sit next to Haname. The pest- Gojo still doesnât seem to be here and you let out a small relief, unsure if you could handle him and his shenanigans this early in the morning. If you were to be honest, if there ever were to be a bounty on Gojo Satoruâs head youâd be the one whoâd have put it up.
The devil seems to work hard today because the moment you thought of this, the door flung open and his pesky voice greeted everyone, his teammate Geto seemed to be with him and greeted everyone in a much quieter tone as well. You grumbled as if someone had just threatened to kill you and your entire family and mentally prepare yourself for the incoming headache which comes kind of hand in hand with Gojoâs presence.
Gojo turns to look at you, probably already having sensed your death stare from thousands of miles away and grins at you and then the seat next to you. You widen your eyes at him and can already imagine his train of thought.
You shake your head at him: âDonât you dare even think about it, Gojo.â, you threaten your voice dripping with the intention to kill him
He looks at you mischievously and hums: âitâs a free country, though? I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.â, he smiles, his eyes glinting provocatively and he pulls up the chair next to you. âBesides itâs not my fault you canât focus in class when youâre next to me.â, he grins slyly and it takes absolutely every inch of self-restraint in you not to push him off from the chair.
âSometimes I feel like you were born just to piss me offâ, you sigh in defeat, knowing that itâs impossible to stop him from whatever he set his mind to.
âPlease, honeyâ, he chuckles and leans closer to you while he rest his head on his hand, you scoff at the nickname and you already knew Haname would have to restrain you in the next few seconds, âyou should stop being so self-centered, not everything revolves around you and that includes my birth.â, now he is fully smirking at you in victory.
You narrow your eyes at him and retort: âhoney, if the world revolved around me, I wouldnât have to marry you.â
The rest of the class who had been listening to your bickering, now visibly widened their eyes in surprise. Out of all the things that were to be expected, this wasnât one of them. Your eyes slightly shifted around and sighed at your slip of the tongue, god you really didnât want everyone to know this early about your predicament. You take a deep breath and start to take out your materials: âLetâs drop this, Gojo, itâs too early for me to be arguing with you already.â, you say almost pleadingly.
Gojo stares at you for a few seconds, which feels like an eternity to you, waiting for his response. Surprisingly he just slightly nods and drops the topic and you almost narrow your eyes at him again in confusion; Gojo never bothers to listen to you after all. You give him a small nod of appreciation and glance at Haname, who is already looking at you as if you had two heads and you almost sigh out loud again and curse yourself once again for already letting everyone know about your engagement with Gojo. She looks at you as if she was expecting an explanation and you whisper that youâll tell her later about it all and soon after the teacher enters the room and the lesson starts.
While Gojo isnât actively bothering you, you can feel him constantly glancing or just straight up staring at you, his constant gaze bothering you, you have enough and take a slip of paper and write down âCan you stop staring at me?â then push it towards his table while still focusing on the teacher.
Gojo almost immediately takes the note, scribbles something down and you can see his spreading grin from the corner of your eyes. He pushes the note back towards you and you read his reply âDoes my attention distract you that much?â.
Your eyes roll almost automatically, you should have expected this, though, he wouldnât have stayed nice for too long, itâs too out of character for him. You scribble down âyes, youâre like a mosquitoâ and push it back to him, this time you were the one grinning in satisfaction.
You can see him pouting and then he suddenly pokes at your side. You let out a yelp in surprise, drawing in the attention of everyone in the room. You grit your teeth in embarrassment and tell the teacher you just hit your knee at the table while adjusting your seating position and as soon as his focus is back on the board you glare at Gojo.
He grins at you and whispers: âThatâs what you get for calling me a mosquitoâ
You glare at him again for good measure and whisper back: âi hate youâ
He smiles and winks at you and then decided to focus back on what the teacher is saying, as if heâs ignoring you and your response, his lack of proper response seems to irk you even more and you kick him -not so hard to draw attention- under the table, this time you were the one smiling and he was glaring at you. Now you tried to focus on the lesson but the smile never left your face. As much as you hated Gojo you did love when you annoyed him.
While you copy the board Gojo slips a piece of paper towards you which states âitâs not overâ and you look at him from the corner of your eyes and start to wonder just what is going on inside his head when he smirks at you but you knew you had to prepare for the worst; when Gojos little head is completely functioning it doesnât do small actions. You turn around the piece of paper to respond âIâm absolutely terrified :oâ and grin to yourself and push it back on his desk.
He gave one small look at the teacher to check if he was still facing the board and then came closer to your face, specifically your ear. Goosebumps ran all over your neck at the sudden close proximity and you had to fight the urge to scream at him and push him away, you didnât want to get scolded by the teacher on the very first day. You turn to face him- big mistake- he was so close to your face, your noses almost touched and you could feel his breath on your face. Your eyes widen in surprise and you gulp, âwhy did he have to have such pretty eyesâ, you start to think to yourself and you almost catch yourself getting lost in them and you flinch back, you turn around to face the board again and put some distance between you, you are more than ready to pretend this never happened. This was completely new territory you didnât wish to explore with Gojo.
While you did put physical distance between you guys he had reached something today you never knew he could and that idea of vulnerability terrified you, this man isnât to be trusted and liked, at least thatâs what you can be sure about. Even if there was something going on you can still pretend it never did you tell yourself.
The only problem is that reality is a bitch and Gojo Satoru is an even bigger bitch and he notices the faint blush on your ears and has to smirk to himself and you really were unsure if you were ready to face whatever is gonna happen next because you knew showing vulnerability to Gojo never leads to anything good.
The class soon ends and you turn to Haname, ready to pretend like the last few minutes never happened. You link your arms together and as soon as you open your mouth ready to say anything, you feel an arm wrapping around your shoulders and a cinnamon like sweet scent fills you.
Gojoâs pesky voice fills your ear: âDidnât I tell you this wonât be the end?â you almost shiver; he is too close.
âDonât you have anything better to do than pester me?â, you try to untangle yourself out of his arm but his steady grip doesnât let you, âoh how you wish you had the strength to crush a man's skull right nowâ, you mentally grumble and pinch Gojos arm.
He whines about how youâre bullying him and that is clearly unfair all while pulling you even closer towards him to the point your entire upper body is touching his and you can feel your heart heavily thumping against your chest; itâs simply because youâre not used to seeing Gojo like this, you tell yourself and decide on your next course of action: Ignore him.
You turn towards Haname, completely aware of Gojoâs arm still wrapped around you, you look at her with a defeated gaze as if telling her âdo you see what I have to deal with?â. She raises an eyebrow at the irony of the situation, for people who hate each other, you sure were close to one another.
Geto seems to join your small circle with a chuckle and you have to sigh in relief: âGet rid of him. Please.â you look at him pleadingly. He was your only chance of getting Gojo off of you. Meanwhile the latter is just chuckling at your demise.
He looks at you with an amused grin and then slightly shakes his head no and you grumble at him; you shouldâve expected this, he is friends with Gojo, he has to somewhat be an asshole as well.
âWhat happened to your inner moral compass?â, you whine while still trying to get rid of Gojoâs death grip.
âIt left the moment, this got a little too amusing for me to interfere.â, he just chuckles and faces Haname, âi feel like we should get used to this, if weâre gonna hang out with them.â, he hums.
You glare at Geto: âand here I was genuinely respecting you yesterday.â, now you turn towards Gojo, âif you decide to do this regularly, at least put on some deodorant or shower regularly, you stink.â.
Gojo scoffs at your words: âIâm anything BUT stinky, and you know that. I bathe in more oils than some people ever see in their lives.â, he brags like the spoiled brat he is.
âAt least something good about marrying you.â, you glint at him in amusement.
The playful mood suddenly changes and he rolls his eyes and whispers something about being a gold digger and suddenly lets go of you and steps away without a goodbye or anything. Geto looks at both of you confused and you wish you could give him an answer but you didnât have one either, âdid you do something wrong?â, you had to wonder to yourself. He follows Gojo after saying his goodbyes with an apologetic smile and your side suddenly feels cold.
You shake your head in a weak attempt to sort your thoughts; this is Gojo, he was never easy to understand and never will be. You have to admit, you hated this, this feeling of doing something wrong but you don't understand what. He knew you were joking, right?
Haname snaps her fingers in front of your face and finally gets you out of your thoughts. She looks at you with concern: âYou alright? You look a little shaken up.â
âYes- no, I'm just confused? Like what was that?â, you say unsure of yourself and about the current situation.
She shrugs: âI don't know, maybe you hit a nerve? I still donât know the guy but he definitely seems like he has some sort of heavy mood swings going on. Anyways I thought you didnât care about him?â, she looks at you as if sheâs hinting at something.
âAnd I still donât.â, you stare at her as if she should immediately disregard that thought, âIt was just an odd situation and I donât know how to interpret it.â
âMhm, sure you donât.â, she hums, âanyways, whatâs the deal with you guys getting married to each other, despite seemingly not getting along?â, she wonders and waits expectantly for an answer.
âClan matters, really. We were promised to one another before we were even born.â, you sigh, âso it wasnât really either of our decisions.â
âHave you never tried to make it work?â, her eyebrows wrinkle up in curiosity and she seats herself on top of one of the desks, âI mean thereâs no way out. Might as well try to get along.â
âWith Gojo?â, you laugh in disbelief and sit down next to her, âhell would freeze over first.â, you grip her shoulder, âbesides, you saw him earlier, heâs ten times worse usually.â, you sigh, still wondering if your little comment actually struck him that badly, Gojo was one complicated human to read, besides you shouldnât care this much about him, it shouldnât matter, you hate him and that will never change.
The only thing you want to know is if what you did was wrong so you decide to ask her.
âAnyways, did I go too far? He seemed pretty offended by my comment.â, you wonder.
âNahâ, she drags the word and makes a âpffâ sound, âyou were joking around obviously, and so was he, he shouldnât get his panties twisted so easily.â
She is making sense, you nod along, slowly getting reassured by her words. âYeah, Iâm probably just overthinking this.â
âYepâ, she smiles, âso donât worry.â.
Soon after the first few weeks of classes pass and not much happens between you and Gojo, instead of annoying you like on the first he simply didnât acknowledge your presence. You couldnât help but welcome this peace but you also couldnât deny that it made you uncomfortable, it was too odd, too out of place, something was missing and you hated that you felt this way and you would never admit that.
Now that the basics have been taught the school deems you all fit to finally go on your own missions with the supervision of a teacher and of course the missions would depend on your skill levels and teamwork. Your first mission went pretty well considering that this was the first time you guys were facing curses on your own. Actually fighting and seeing them was completely incomparable to reading about them, especially facing the ones in Tokyo. They are stronger here, even if theyâre considered a low rank simply because of the quantity of humans in the city. Nonetheless if you wanted to grow your strength as a sorcerer just fighting curses isnât enough, you have to train regularly and evolve your techniques, being weak and unfocused can easily lead to your death, you knew that. Hence why you were sparring with Haname right now, with your other teammate, Shinsuke, observing the both of you.
You both wanted to try out your hand at various weapons and improve your hand to hand combat, even if you donât need a weapon, itâs not bad to have several aces up your sleeve and Haname apparently uses dagger, that she can cut herself with any time, it works best with her blood manipulation technique you only got a small glimpse of it but it seemed to have enormous potential despite being quite self-harming, she mostly only needed a small amount of blood and with further training sheâd be able to manipulate the blood of other curses as well without even drawing their blood.
Ice manipulation was your cursed technique and with your vast amount of cursed energy you have inherited thanks to your bloodline, you barely had any limits. Your biggest problems apparently will be facing drawn out battles and having teammates, you can manipulate the ice easily but it needs more refinement, saving your cursed energy and instead of targeting the entire area you should learn to just target the enemy since it could freeze your mates as well. But you figured this will be easier following with the experience you will gain from your missions. That doesnât stop you from still training in your spare time.
The three of you build up this system where two would spare and and the other observes and gives criticism and possible improvements and then you test them out. Sometimes the seniors or other teams would join and the same system repeats. The only ones who you havenât seen were Gojo and Geto, heck even Utahime and Shoko have joined you all except for them. It irked you, it felt like he was avoiding you and Geto simply followed his nonsense ideas but you shouldnât let his childish behavior affect your state of mind nor your good time at Jujutsu High, at least thatâs what you try to tell yourself; your mood still gets sour whenever you think of him.
At least Geto is still acknowledging your presence whenever he sees you and gives you a smile or wink as a greeting. Heâs like the sunshine that follows your broody mood whenever Gojo is nearby but all in all your interactions with the both of them didnât exceed 2 seconds. On one hand you were relieved and on the other it still pisses you off that Gojo took a small joke this serious and personal when he jokes and pisses you off all the time and you were supposed to get over it.
âThis guy needs to grow upâ, you grumble internally.
You were ready to take up a wooden spear and familiarize yourself with it; this daily training for several hours has helped you immensely with your stamina and focus and it actually helps you relieve some inner pent up anger, you donât even realize you have until you start hitting something.
More and more weeks go by like this: School, Train, sometimes you add a sprinkle of going out and having fun and there are also the occasional missions you guys have and complete with success and only small casualties.
Your team has grown closer and closer to one another to the point you guys spend almost every minute, except for sleeping, with each other and theyâve grown to be your second family; already saving each other more than you can count and a non describable trust has formed between you.
Currently you were seated in the backseat of a car and boredly looking at the constantly changing scenery outside while silently humming along to the music on the radio. The song was just about to reach the refrain when the passenger princess decided to switch the radio channel again.
âFor fuckâs sake, Gojo, this is the fourth time youâre switching the song before it gets good.â, you complain. This guy always manages to ruin any type of peaceful mood you could ever have. âJust connect it to your phone if you donât like the songs playingâ, you offer in hopes you can enjoy at least one song before you have to face your pesky and annoying elders.
Gojo and you were invited to a âsmallâ family dinner involving both of your close family, you didnât know why but you got called and told to bring Gojo with you no matter how and it was no easy feat. As much as you hated your elders or these family gatherings you still could gulp it down and still attend even if youâd rather die than go to one of these. Gojo on the other hand never attends these and they know that, which means this gathering is important as hell and youâd rather face Gojoâs wrath than your motherâs for not obeying the elders.
The deal was: Gojo attends the gathering and you basically get him at least 20 Mochis daily for two weeks. How this man doesnât have diabetes yet, is something you have to ask yourself daily; his daily sugar intake is worse than an unsupervised toddlers.
The grown toddler in question faces you and rolls his eyes: âThese songs are boring, how can you manage to enjoy them?â
You could feel your eye twitching in annoyance: âJust connect it to your phone then, Gojo. Itâs not that hard.â
He shakes his head, and switches to another station, provoking you even further, and he takes a small second to consider his next words, âthen I wouldnât be able to keep pissing you off.â
Your entire body tenses up in annoyance, you can basically feel your fingers tickling, basically demanding to choke him but you have to contain yourself, if heâs dead before you even arrive at the gathering, your mother is gonna scold you. All you can do is scoff and face the window again, if he was hoping for a bigger reaction out of you he wouldnât get it tonight.
For the rest of the car ride, you ignored Gojos shenanigans, except for a few eye rolls here and there; in the end you were also just human and thereâs only so much rage you can keep in.
You guys arrive at your not so humble abode; Gojo rushes out of the car and you have to question his next action, specifically his motive, because not even a second later he is making his way towards your door and you have to hold yourself back from opening the door and hitting him in the face with it. The reasonable part in you, knows a clan member is probably watching you from afar and this is the only reason heâs doing it but it still feels incredibly odd.
Satoru opens the door and holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it, heâs lightly and impatiently tapping his foot, which basically tells you he canât wait for tonight to be over and done with so you take a deep breath and put on a smile before you grasp his hand and let him lead you out of the car. When you step out, he lets go of your arm and puts his hand on your back while simultaneously closing the door.
He leans down to your ear, his lips lightly touching it; you feel tingles run down your spine, physical contact really wasnât your strong point, you almost curse at yourself and at the effect he can have on you.
âLet the show begin.â, he whispers and you have to cough slightly in a weak attempt to pull yourself together at his raspy voice being so close to you.
You nod to reassure yourself and repeat: âlet the show begin.â
The both of you head towards the house, his hand never leaving your waist and you canât help but feel comfortable, at least you arenât the only one suffering tonight; the thought makes you chuckle out loud and Gojo looks at you as if youâre about to go insane. Mischievously you just keep looking at him but itâs only in moments like this you realize just how much he towers over you, heâs almost an entire head taller than you, if he wanted to he could spit on your head and you wouldnât even see it.
This thought makes you slightly mad and you have to narrow your eyes at him: âDonât even think about spitting on me or anything like that or I will get you Mochis only for a week.â
He genuinely looks lost for a moment, âJust what goes on in that stupid pretty little head of yours?â, he shakes his head but then grins as if he realized something, âthanks for the idea, shortcake.â, he hums, now happier than before.
In response you groaned, you just had to open your mouth. Now you wish you could unwrap his arm around you.
âDonât you dare or Iâll spit on every meal youâre gonna eat for the rest of our lives.â, you threaten and you mean every single word.
He hums and pulls you closer towards him before he winks and blows a kiss in your direction. Leave it to Gojo Satoru, to make you feel like youâre on an emotional rollercoaster and have your fight or flight mode activated all the time, and right now, you wish you could fight him, he is basically asking for it, but sooner rather than later you already arrive on the front door and ring the doorbell.
You both take a deep breath and you warn Gojo to behave once more for good measure. Soon the door opens and youâre faced with the clan elder greeting the both of you. Albeit they canât let you guys step inside without a small side comment about how an engaged couple should show up together more often and you have to strengthen the grip on your purse to hold yourself back from either rolling your eyes or pushing the elder away in annoyance. You fake a laugh and respond that you both are very busy people and rarely can make it together to events like this then head inside and greet the rest of your families.
The two of you engage in small talk with the different family members and go from group to group together. Whenever you guys part from one group Gojo whispers small side comments in your ear as if he was a gossiping auntie and you canât help but laugh at some of them, no matter how much you hate him, you have to admit he does make wonderful company for events like these.
During the passing of the night Gojoâs hand never left your body, even if he let go sometimes his hand always found its way back to your waist and you canât help but feel giddy at the realization, if you were in the unknown about your feelings for one another youâd genuinely think the both of you were in love given the plain intimacy between you guys. The worst part is, you could get used to it, in fact you are getting used to it, and you donât like this. At all. Being vulnerable with Gojo Satoru is never a good sign and you dread whatever comes with being comfortable around him. Itâs like you are waiting for the killer to finally catch the unassuming victim and waiting for their impending doom but right now you arenât in a spot to put distance between you guys.
Finally the both of you are done talking to everyone and make your way towards your and Gojoâs parents, after all theyâre the ones who are most likely the ones to be the happiest to see the both of you well and happy together.
Your father looks at the both of you and lets out a small whistle before he looks at Satoru and his face wrinkles up in a huge smile: âDid you finally tame the dragon?â, he asks Satoru teasingly then pulls him into a hug, âI hope she hasnât been threatening you too often. That anger of hers is unstoppable.â
You gasp at your fathers betrayal and Satoru grins at you victoriously, his eyes basically telling you that heâs got your parents wrapped around his finger and you can do absolutely nothing about it.
âDonât worry about her, give her a little affection and all her worries and anger are gone within seconds.â, he hums happily.
You fake a smile, wrap your arms around his waist in a half hug and subtly step on his foot with your heel, âHow can I be angry at you, when youâre this adorable.â, you coo and your mood genuinely brightens up when you see him slightly hiss in pain.
He wraps his arm around your waist again and slightly pinches your side and you have to hold tight onto him to not show a physical reaction towards your parents.
He then looks at your mothers and grins, âsheâs such a catch, isnât she?â
They laugh at the both of you before they stop and start scolding the two of you: âYou should attend these events together more often.â, while the other says: âDo you know how awkward it is to always come up with excuses for why you never attend our gatherings?â and much more until they finally hug the both of us.
Satoruâs father now steps in to greet the both of you and then looks at you apologetically: âI hope Satoru hasnât created any trouble for you.â
You have to genuinely laugh at this, if he only knew, albeit you didnât want to give neither your nor his family a bad impression but still wanted to keep some type of honesty so you simply answer with: âOnly his usual shenanigans, but donât worry, heâs improving.â
This time Satoru gasps, âIâm not that bad, Iâm a fucking delight and you know it, darling.â
âSatoru!â, his mother looks at him pointedly, âno swearing!â, she scolds him.
He apologizes, but you can see from miles away he doesnât feel the slightest bit sorry about the slip of tongue.
You engage in further small talk, answering all their questions about your wellbeing, your stay at Jujutsu High and basically everything else.
At one point the gathering seems so normal, so ordinary that you canât help but wonder why they insisted so heavily on the both of you attending together. Thereâs no way they would have been this adamant about it if this was just a normal gathering.
Satoru beats you to it, though and asks the question youâve been dying to know and skillfully mentions he had important stuff going on tonight, âso, what is the purpose of tonightâs event? I even had to ask my teammate to take my mission for tonightâ
You had to physically restrain yourself from patting Satoruâs head proudly for coming up with this excuse, at least he can sometimes make that brain of his work.
âOh,â, your mother smiles, âwell there are two things planned on today's agenda. First of all we wanted to announce future plans that would follow your guy's marriage in the future, that involve both of our clans and then we wanted to discuss details of your future engagement party, i mean we still havenât officially celebrated it.â, she explains.
You look at her surprised: âI thought the official engagement announcement would be after we graduate?â, you wonder out loud and Satoru nods along.
Now Satoruâs mother chimes in: âPlease, everybody already knows you two are going to wed each other, might as well get the engagement over and done with.â, she chuckles and you canât help but gulp.
You knew it was bound to happen at one point or another but actually deciding on a date and being engaged officially makes this entire deal so real and it feels like you canât hold on to the bubble youâve been living in for the entire time youâve been at Jujutsu High. You and Gojo Satoru are actually going to be engaged and thereâs no actual change to your situation but something about this feels so much more different to your situation before and you canât pinpoint why yet.
You take a deep breath and for the first time genuinely look at Satoru. He has a blank expression and even though you canât read minds you just know heâs going through the same predicament as you right now.
You slightly squeeze him in a weak attempt to get him back to reality, you guys still need to pretend everything is alright between you two. Lucky for you it works and now heâs looking at you. You can see the hidden dark look in his eyes; he didnât want this and your heart feels like it twists in pain, this is probably the only time youâd be the one who could understand Satoruâs thoughts and feelings better than anyone else and you slightly nod and squeeze his arm in a reassuring manner, no matter what, itâs gonna be ok, you try to convince the both of you. This is the only thing you guys wonât be able to change; you two are gonna end up married, whether you liked it or not.
Satoru takes a deep breath then suggests to discuss these matters in a more private setting some time next week and excuses himself before he goes anywhere but near our parents. His mother looks at you confused and worried.
You grasp her hand and squeeze it lightly to reassure her, âheâs fine.â, you smile and follow after Satoru.
He is outside, sitting on the edge of the terrace currently ruffling through his hair, while you slowly walk towards him. The cold of the night breezes against your naked shoulders. Never in your life before have you had to comfort Gojo Satoru nor did you ever think you would but it seems like thereâs a first time for everything. Every fiber in your body is screaming to leave him alone, telling you that itâs not worth it, but you canât, not when you know, not when you understand and you really hated your caring heart in this exact moment so you bite your teeth and swallow down the cold youâre currently feeling and sit down next to him.
He notices you and lets out an annoyed huff: âcanât you leave me alone? At least for now? Before we actually have to stick together side by side for forever.â, you tense up at his sudden rude behavior, you knew he wasnât exactly ecstatic about the current events but you failed to predict that heâd be pissed enough to let it out on you and you suddenly wish you hadnât come outside but you grit your teeth together; you both needed to talk about this, whether you liked it or not.
You sigh in order to somehow gather your thoughts and consider your next words, you need to stay calm.
âI donât like this either, Satoru, just as much as you do. But we canât change the inevitable. It is going to happen and the best we can do is try to get along and make the best out of it.â, you shrug and look at him, waiting for his reply.
He chuckles coldly, his face unreadable, the only thing visible in this dark terrace thatâs only lightened by the moonlight are his furrowed eyebrows, and he snaps: âMake the best out of it? Did you forget all the past years we have spent together so far? I fucking hate you, y/n,â, he stands up and you get up as well, you wrap your arms around your body, is far too cold out here for your type of attire, âthatâs not gonna change any time soon, so stop trying to act all high and mighty as if this doesnât bother you.â, he takes a step closer to you, you two are only a few inches apart now, âDonât fucking lie and say we fucking make the best out of it, when we both perfectly know this is literally the worst shit anyone can pull on the both of us.â
You scoff, ignoring the small peng in your chest, clearly offended and annoyed by his attitude: âIâm not trying to be high and mighty, Iâm trying to fucking deal with this like a mature human being and you snapping at me isnât going to change our arrangement, Satoru. Grow up and accept it.â
His hand runs through his hair and you canât help but let your eyes follow his movement and you gulp, realizing how attractive he looks pissed off and you want to hit yourself for being distracted by this in this type of situation and then the realization hits you, you are attracted to Gojo Satoru and it feel like someone suddenly punched the air out of your lungs.
You are attracted to Gojo fucking Satoru, your future husband, who hates you like the fucking pest and the feeling should be likewise; you almost start to curse out loud at yourself, just why did you have to realize this now out of all moments, while heâs expressing his unending hatred for you, why did you even have to be attracted to him in the first place?
âYou see, y/nâ, you can see heâs clenching his jaw, âright fucking now, iâd rather wish one of us died, rather than grow up and accept it.â, he almost spits out and you know, he is just angry and he just wants to hurt you right now but something about your sudden realization and then Satoru immediately spewing these harsh words out combined makes you snap and you slap him. Satoru widens his eyes in shock and you almost were surprised at your own actions too, at least you wouldâve been, if you were in a normal state of mind.
It's just like you thought earlier, being vulnerable around Gojo Satoru is not a good thing.
You shake your head in disappointment and remark harshly and visibly angry: âOut of all the things I expected when I stepped outside, you stooping this low, wasnât one of them, but I guess thereâs a new low every day for you, isnât there, Gojo?â, you turn around and step away from him. You canât be near him, not now, not like this. You both needed to cool down, before this gets even worse than it already is.
You step inside and take a deep breath, you need a distraction, anything will do, you canât even bear to look at your parents right now, you know when they did this deal, this wasnât what they were expecting for you, and yet you still canât help but feel angry at them. They took your right to love and be loved like you deserved from you, instead you had a future spouse wishing your death rather than be with you. Anger is slowly starting to be replaced with sadness and the urge to cry is growing stronger and stronger.
What a fucking fun night, you grumble and do your best to keep your inner tumult together, you canât afford a breakdown in front of your families.
Your cousin approaches you, having noticed youâre not so okay, she tugs you by your hand and pulls you somewhere more private, âyou okay?â, she whispers and she knows youâre not okay but how else would she be able to approach this?
You shake your head: âI need to leave, before I break down this entire house, either with my tears or my anger, I havenât decided yet.â
She nods, barely following along, âokayâ, she goes and grabs her car keys, âwhere are we going?â, then walks out of the house with you following right behind her.
âBring me back to Jujutsu High, please. And no questions, Iâm begging, I canât form answers right now.â, you plead and step into her car.
She nods affirmingly, âno questionsâ and drives you home.
The car ride is quiet, only quiet music playing through the car speakers, your cousin leaves you to sort your own thoughts and even after the car ride when youâre already at Jujutsu High you still feel lost about everything. You thank her and step inside, youâd take her out to lunch one day but now youâre in no state of mind to properly converse or do anything else other than think.
Why are you even so affected by this, this is what confuses you the most, yes Gojo is attractive, you established that earlier, but he hates you and you hate him, nothing has actually changed between you guys, or has it? You groan out loud in frustration. No matter how much he hates you or how angry you are in a certain moment and no matter how much you actually donât mean it, you donât wish someone else their death, that was a real low blow of him and you donât think you could ever look at him the same again.
You sigh, you had no intention of solving this situation, this wasnât your fault and yet you were still standing in front of Getoâs room. Seems like your feet automatically carried you here while you were deep in thought. You contemplated if you should knock or not but apparently Geto didnât even let you think about that before he opened the door and looked at you in confusion.
âWhat is bringing you here, princess? I know Iâm attractive but Iâd rather not do something with my best friend's girl.â, and now you notice how this might come across but you couldnât care less right now and he winks apparently not realizing that you are here for everything but sleeping with him.
âBad timing for jokes, Geto.â, you shake your head, âspeaking of your best friend, though, fucking fix his dipshit brain or something and give him something against emotional constipation.â, you grumble, clearly frustrated.
He looks at you even more confused before it dawns upon him, something happened and given that you went to him, it was bad, like horribly, only Gojo fucking Satoru could do this, type of bad.
âIâm going to leave it to him to tell you but punch him at least twice for me, please, I already hit him once, but he doesnât care about me.â, you sigh and you swear you could see the gears turning in Getoâs head.
âThat bad?â, he asks genuinely concerned and you only nod, then apologize for disturbing him, wish him a good night. You donât even give him the chance to ask any further questions before you turn around and head to your room.
You were absolutely done with Gojo Satoru, you grumbled and cursed him all the way up until you arrived at your room. Once you reach the small space you take a deep breath. Feelings come crashing down like a barely holding up dam broke loose and you curse Satoru even more.
It hurt, it hurt seeing him so pissed off about this, about you and you canât help but feel like your self worth is completely lacking, thoughts start to spill you never thought youâd think and you know tomorrow you probably wonât care and itâll just be back to Gojo being Gojo but tonight you cared, you let him in even if only for a split second and it was already enough to make your lips quiver and your eyes threatening to spill with tears, Gojo Satoru is your own personal and he proved that to you tonight. You still canât believe his implication; heâd rather choose death than get along with you, what does that say about your personality? Your desirability? Were you that ugly or was your personality that unlovable? Your insecurities grow bigger and bigger and youâve put yourself into a circle of constantly demeaning yourself without even trying to.
You donât even know how or when you fall asleep; only in the next morning when your alarm bell rings and youâre still in your evening dress with completely smeared makeup do you realize you fell asleep. You look like absolute shit and you also felt like it; but you canât go on like this. In an attempt to get rid of your pathetic behavior you slap your cheeks hard and mutter to yourself: âDonât give Gojo Satoru the satisfaction of having power over you.â and you pull yourself together even if itâs out of simple spite, if it keeps you going, it keeps you going.
The dress is being discarded and so is everything else, you take a quick shower and put on your daily makeup and blow dry your hair, youâd simply leave it straight today and out on your uniform; you didnât feel like attending classes but youâd only repeat yesterdayâs events if you stayed in your dorm room, and the circle of toxicity would continue. At least classes would serve as a good distraction.
As punctual as always at 7:40am Haname knocks at your door and invites herself in, she gives you a double take and looks at you, or well, more like analyzes every inch of your body before she simply states: âYou look good but you also look like shit, I canât describe it. Was last night that bad?â, she wonders out loud.
You grasp her hand and lead her out of the room with an exaggerated groan: âan absolute fucking disaster.â, you repeat yesterday's events and she listens attentively and proceeds to curse out Gojo with certain insults you canât even properly pronounce. Now for the first time you genuinely felt like smiling and reassured, your feelings finally felt valid and you were glad you decided to open up to her.
âAnywaysâ, you shrug, âletâs stop talking about this, or him, he is simply not worth it anymore, I learned my lesson, I have to put my guard up before I fall into a rabbit hole I canât get myself out of.â, and you sigh, this wonât be as easy as you hope it will be and you knew that but you have to, otherwise you might actually not make it out of this alive.
The both of you arrive at your classroom and you sit down at your regular seats; the room is quiet, everyone either being occupied with their thoughts or still trying to get a few minutes of sleep before the teacher steps in.
Gojoâs seat is empty, so far, you have to wonder if heâs going to show up today, considering how angry he was yesterday. You werenât sure if you even wanted to see him and yet here you are checking the door whenever it makes the tiniest bit of noise, you really wish you could slap yourself right now in frustration; stop caring about him, you chant like a mantra in your head.
Then the door opens again and you face the sunglasses Gojo wears every single day; your body tenses up and you catch yourself holding your breath, he is looking at you while you are looking at him and everything stops for a few seconds; you really donât know how to face him or what to do. Do you behave like usual? Are you even capable of doing that? Or will you ignore him, god, you hate this uncertainty.
The tension between you guys breaks when Gojo is being pushed from behind, Geto steps into the classroom and youâre finally able to look away from them, from him. Your head turns towards the window while you rest it on your arm and you know heâs still looking at you but you donât think you can handle another fight at the moment.
He seems to be sitting down next to you and you can feel yourself tense up even more, you didnât think heâd actually sit next to you today and thought heâd switch seats with Geto, but it seems like heâs mature enough for that at least, you think to yourself bitterly.
His gaze doesnât leave you this entire time and youâre almost about to tell him to stop staring at you, when jumps up and mutters something along the lines of âFuck itâ before you can feel your chair being pushed back and Gojo right in front ouf your face. He was so close you could see his sparkling blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses and his severe eye bags, to be specific, he looked worse than you this morning and it made you feel some sense of satisfaction, at least you werenât the only one affected by this last night.
He stares at you and then whispers: âWe need to talk.â, the eye contact between the both of you doesnât break and he keeps looking at you so deeply you could almost think he can read your mind.
âClasses are about to start, Gojoâ, you barely mutter out; you donât trust yourself, your voice to properly speak out right now.
âI donât careâ, he says in a hoarse voice, âwhat I care about is fixing this.â, he looked at you almost desperate and pleading and you feel your entire strength leave your body when he pulls you up by your arm and drags you out of the classroom and you let yourself be carried away.
The only thought screaming into your mind is âI donât think I hate himâ, you care for him in a certain way because all he has to do is genuinely look at you and your determination is crumbling at his demand.
When youâre just about to leave the classroom you can hear a faint whistle; itâs Geto probably.
Gojoâs hand is softly wrapped around yours while he still keeps tugging you to wherever he wants to go and you follow him silently while your eyes keep following his tall frame. You donât know what youâre going to face, an apology? An explanation? Neither?
Your entire body is tense, and you doubt the tension will leave you any time soon, before you can even realize you already are in an empty classroom and youâre anxiously waiting for Gojo to say anything.
He clears his throat and takes a step closer towards you, you take a deep breath and step back -you swear you can see a glint of hurt guilt in his eyes- you know that the physical distance wonât actually put distance between you guys but you donât trust yourself being too close to him at the moment, leading to you perfectioning the mask of indifference towards him, even if you feel anything but indifferent towards him on the inside.
His hand grabs the back of his neck and he looks away, probably contemplating his next choice of words. Itâs rare to see Satoru at a loss for words and you didnât think youâd ever be the reason for that but here you were, waiting for him to open his mouth.
Your foot lightly taps on the ground, your pride not letting you even think about being the first to say anything, he was still the one who screwed up so he should take the first step.
After you wait a few more minutes expectantly, youâre starting to grow disappointed, if he decided he could cut you off from classes and then proceed to just stand there and look at you; you werenât gonna have it.
You raise your eyebrow, impatiently before you finally decide you have enough and then make your way back towards the door ready to go back to class.
âWait..â, you stop and look back at him expectantly, âIâm sorry, okay?â, he grabs your hands and slightly tugs you towards him, âI went too far yesterday, I was angry at the world but then let it out on you, that was wrong of me.â
âI know, Satoru,â, you make no motion to move away from him, âand I understand, but even if I understand, there are certain things I just canât overlook.â, you sigh, âIâm not a punching bag nor will I let myself get treated like one.â
âAnd I wonât treat you like that, I promiseâ, he pleads and steps even closer, âI really mean it when I say I regret it.â, his hands cup your cheeks, âIâm genuinely sorry, y/n.â, and he looks at you with so much sincerity you have to genuinely question if you arenât dreaming right now; his hands are warm and you suddenly felt like you needed more of this, more of him.
You need to get rid of this thought, you canât have more of him, no matter how much you want it; Satoru is unattainable like that.
âItâs okayâ, you manage to whisper, afraid that if you would speak too loud, you would ruin this bubble the both of you have surrounded yourself with, âwell, itâs not okay, but I accept your apology.â, he lets go of your face and smiles brightly, on a whim you decide to grab him by the collar and pull him really close to your face, his smile slips a little and you can see him glance down at your lips, then look back into your eyes. âYou pull this shit one more time and I will make sure, there will be no heir of yoursâ, you whisper your face traitorously getting closer to his, he gulps, âunderstood?â
âUnderstood.â, he whispers, the space between your faces getting smaller and smaller.
You let go of his collar and pat out the wrinkles: âgood.â, you back away from him and start heading back to your classroom.
As you make your way back to the classroom you donât spare a single glance back to Satoru, all you can focus on is your heart beating loudly and rapidly as if you had just sprinted through the entirety of Japan, and your mind wanders, you let yourself think about what wouldâve happened if you didnât stop whatever happened in there. Would he have pushed you away? Kissed you back? Those are questions youâll probably never hear the answer to and you have to almost physically fight yourself from looking back at him; you were afraid that you wouldnât like whatever is written on his face.
The class is vividly discussing something and you bow to your teacher and apologize, clearly embarassed for being this late. However the teacher just shrugs you off, someone -probably Geto or Haname- explained why you werenât there despite your stuff lying on your desk, Satoru is a few steps behind you and grins sheepishly at the teacher, he then stops Satoru him and warns him to solve private issues out of class time.
You have to hold back a shit-eating grin at being treated much nicer than him and Geto doesnât even hold his laughter back and you almost start laughing, too. These guys will be the death of you, you can feel it. Geto grins at you, and you know thatâs his way of checking up on you and you feel grateful for him; he was most likely the one to get the stick out of Satoruâs ass.
While you and Gojo sit down Haname explains what you had missed during the time you were gone, apparently you guys would be divided into different teams for the next three months. Itâs basically going to be a rotation system, where two members of each team will go to two different teams every two weeks; The reason for that being that we need to get used to working with different types of people and training our flexibility, after all the teams werenât going to always be the same either when we are grown up.
The two of you look at each other, you knew you didnât want to switch teams so early but their reasoning made perfect sense and you could hardly disagree with them.
They were discussing the importancy of team dynamics and what they need to pay attention to even when you arenât used to your team members yet; they even made a list of the doâs and donâts when itâs the first time youâre working together.
This also led to the big debate going on right now, who would go where in the first round and because the class was being so indecisive the teacher simply decided to draw lots.
While he was drawing the lots Satoru chuckles beside you: âDonât worry, y/n, Iâll take very good care of you, when weâre going to work together.â and you groan in response, but heâs right, youâll have to work with this goofy clown for two entire weeks at some point.
He grins and ruffles your hair, leading to you scoffing at him, while Geto chirps in: âHe is as bad as he seems.â and you have to bury your head in your arms in frustration.
Whatever was out there hated you and loved to see you suffer at the hands of Gojo Satoru. At least they took mercy on you and decided that today wouldnât be the day youâd have to suffer. You almost sigh in relief when your name and someone else's gets called out and it wasnât Satoruâs.
Another few weeks pass and you have to admit, itâs incredibly exhausting to always get used to new team mates once you get used to the ones you just got paired up with, you at first thought, yes it would be mentally taxing but not to this extent. The entire dynamic changes and with new members, one minute youâre the main act and then the other youâre the support and then the next second you have to save your teammate from getting annihilated by a blast they didnât see, and then the same game over and over just with other people.
At one point you work together with Geto and you find out you guys actually get along even better now that you werenât constantly annoyed by the white-haired manchild, they do usually come only in pairs of two, after all. If you were to describe your relationship with one another it would be like two grannies sitting next to each other and gossiping about everyone and everything and you were actually kind of sad when you guys had to part ways but all good things have to come to an end unfortunately.
Just like the good things have to come to an end, the bad things have to show up sometimes too, you think to yourself, while you can only dread your existence for the next two weeks, Satoru is grinning from ear to ear next to you and almost jumping up in excitement. You donât have enough migraine pills for the upcoming weeks, you were 100% sure of that.
âHello, partner.â, he stretches out his hand to you, as a form of greeting, with the same grin as before, reluctantly you stare at it before you take it and he abruptly pulls you towards him; you crash against his chest and almost hit him in the chin for being so rash with you. He lifts his hand towards the other person and waves at them: âYo!â
He has his arms so tightly wrapped around you, that even when you try to push him away, you canât escape his death grip, âat least he smells niceâ, you grimace and greet your other partner. He only lets go when your assigned team leader shows up and even then his arm remains wrapped around your shoulder.
The leader frowns a little upon the physical contact but says nothing and you wish you could bury yourself six feet deep; sadly Satoru will never cease to embarass you.
Even when you guys are on missions he keeps calling you weird nicknames and every time he does, another curse would be sent flying towards his direction but this lucky motherfucker doesnât even have to dodge since his infinity stops them from touching him and it irks you even more, especially when the teacher scolds you afterwards for being reckless and that you shouldnât throw back curses at your teammates, no matter how annoyed you are.
Today you were sent to a particularly hard mission because, obviously, Gojo Satoru was in your team and the elders decided that since heâs there nothing is impossible. Curses after curses were coming at you, it was like an entire army of them, they werenât particularly strong but the sheer quantity of them was what exhausted you - no matter how many times you freeze and crush them many more appear, there has to be some kind of power source but even Satoruâs six eyes canât figure out where its at at the moment; there is so much to analyze, he needs time, is his explanation and you wish his stupid brain could work faster, your output was slowly getting weaker.
Finally he comes up with an idea, he teleports next to you and asks: âAre you capable of freezing the entire area?â, you look around the incredibly large area, it should be doable, but you doubt youâll be able to stand properly after that but thatâs a matter for later.
You nod at him: âJust step behind me.â, you start rushing towards a relatively empty area and wait for everyone else to step behind you. When they are, you freeze absolutely everything, including the walls and ceiling, leaving only the area behind you, where your team is, unfrozen.
Satoru quickly looks around, then teleports away and shortly after the curses that have been surrounding you disappear into thin air; he did it, you smile proudly and then everything starts to spin and you prepare yourself to get down on your knees but you feel strong arms wrap around you holding you steady.
âYou okay?â, Satoruâs voice suddenly appears next to you, he must be the one holding you right now.
âIâm fine, give me a second.â, you hold yourself up against his arms; when everything stops spinning you slowly get out of Satoruâs grip only for your knees to finally give in and at lightning speed he is once again holding you securely.
He puts your arms around his shoulders and lifts you up and carries you piggyback style, you rest your head on top of his shoulder, you blame it on your exhaustion although the faint blush on your face could tell everyone else, it wasnât just because of that. Maybe if you hadnât closed your eyes to relieve the trembling headache slowly appearing you also wouldâve noticed the slight tinge of red on his ears.
Before you even know it, you fell asleep and wake up in the middle of the car ride back to the school, you look at Satoru sitting at the other side of the car, looking out of the window, it seemed like he was thinking about something and you couldnât help but stare at him. Your eyes wander from his drop dead gorgeous eyes, to the slight crease between his eyebrows then towards the frown on his face thatâs usually covered in a smile or grin and it makes you want to frown as well - the mission went well in the end, why does he look so bothered?
âGood work out there.â, you say in an attempt to make that crease between his brows disappear.
He looks at you and then finally smiles: âGood morning, sunshine.â, now he completely turns towards you, âYou okay?â, the crease between his eyebrows appears again, âYou went off to fantasyland not so long ago.â
âYeah, Iâm fineâ, you smile at him, âjust used too much of my powers, too quickly, a little rest and Iâm back to the usual.â
A little longer than necessary he keeps staring at you, analyzing you and then finally spills out in a sing-song tone: âYou went a teensy tiny bit overboard, didnât you?â
Now you were the one frowning: âYou said freeze everything, thatâs what I did.â, you shrug, âbesides at one point I did have to let out all this pent up frustration I get from working with you.â
Suddenly he grins at you like a pervert: âThere are so many different ways to let out your frustration on me and thatâs how you decide to do it?â
Your eyes widen in realization and you hit his shoulder: âI did not mean it like that!â, you grimace, âFucking pervert!â
Unfaced by your hit, he just playfully rolls his eyes and hums: âUh-uh, sure you didnâtâ
Too embarrassed to even look at him anymore you now face the window and have to scoff, leave it to him to ruin any type of nice moment between you guys and you can see from the reflection of the window, he still has that shit-eating grin on his face - how you wish you had slept through the entire car ride now.
When you arrive back at the school you still feel slightly wobbly on your feet but it definitely was better than before, the driver told you to go and visit the infirmary just in case and of course Satoru volunteered to bring you there; if you were strong enough to properly walk on your own, you definitely would have protested with your entire might but you werenât really in a place to argue so you just let it be and used Satoru like a crutch and weirdly enough he let you.
Once you were in the infirmary they did a general check up on you and already sent you back to your dorm telling you, you just need to charge up again.
Satoru insists on walking you back to your room and wraps one arm around your waist, you stare at him in confusion.
âYou do know I can walk by myself now?â, and attempt to wiggle yourself out of his arms.
He doesnât let you go and just smiles: âNo risks; better to be safe than sorry.â, he winks at you and you swear you could feel his arms wrap even tighter around you.
If you or someone else would ask you âWhen did you get so used to him always touching you in one way or anotherâ, you wouldnât have an answer to that; it just happened, when or how, you didnât know either, all you know is at some point it felt odd not having his hand somewhere on your body whenever you were together.
Satoru brought you to your room and when you prepare to thank him and say goodbye to him he walks past you and just sprawls on top of your bed, without a single care and you just stare at him, too shocked to do anything else.
A few seconds later you finally get a grip on yourself and scowl: âOut of my bed, Gojo.â, your eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
He just moves a little more to the side, probably making room for you, âDonât wannaâ, he pouts and pats the spot next to him, initiating that you should just lie next to him.
âHeâs going insaneâ, you think to yourself, there was no other explanation for this random clingy behavior; you were sure that if youâre going to lie down next to him you would be going insane as well and sigh, âdid you hit your head?â, your head tilts slightly to the left in a questioning manner.
He moves his head towards your general direction and opens one of his eyes, he doesnât say anything but his facial expression definitely says âare you being serious right now?â; you look at him with the same expression until you finally realize he isnât going to move any time soon.
âAt least take off your shoes on my bedâ, you grumble and step towards your occupied bed and lie down next to him.
Satoru quickly takes off his shoes and then lies back down facing you, the two of you were so close that whenever you guys breathe out youâd feel the other person's breath on your face and it takes everything inside of you not to freak out or curse at Satoru for putting you guys in this awkward position - two people in a bed made for one person.
At some point you close your eyes and try to sleep but you canât; not when you know Satoru is lying right there in front of you in your own bed. The two of you werenât actually touching but it sure didnât feel like it, instead it felt more like he was touching your entire soul, his presence consuming all of your senses and at one point the only thought you were capable of thinking is âGojo Satoruâ.
In frustration you turn around, your back is facing him now - a weak attempt to escape his presence - you perfectly know itâs useless but youâre tired and your head is aching and all you wish is to sleep.
Finally you get used to the heat and soft snoring behind you, at some point it even seems like a lullaby and you drift off to sleep.
When you wake up the first thing you notice is the lack of warmth next to you. You turn around to the spot Satoru lied in earlier, of course he left, before you could even wake up. It was a weird situation to begin with but you still canât help but taste the sour aftertaste it leaves on your tongue. Satoru isnât the type to stay, you donât even know why youâd delude yourself into thinking he would in the first place.
Your warm feet hit the cold ground and you almost wrap yourself in your blanket again but just put on your slippers and a sweatshirt from your closet until you get ready and dressed for the training ground today - the classes today will focus on physical combat and honestly, you were in need of pummeling something to the ground today.
Haname, as always picks you up and you walk together; you contemplated telling her what happened last night but telling her would mean it is a big deal - and it isnât, you convince yourself. Gojo was just tired after carrying you back to the car and then dragging you to the infirmary so he decided to nap in your room and leave as soon as he got up, itâs completely sensable.
She interrupts your train of thought when she asks: âHow was your mission yesterday?â, she nudges you, âI heard you exhausted yourself completely.â
âIâm okay,â you sigh, âjust went a little overboard. Not really that bad or anything.â, and nudged her back as a comfort.
The look she gives you clearly says that she doesnât believe you and gives you a once over before she decides to drop the topic, noticing that you donât really want to dwell on it.
You look around and see some of your other classmates gathered, some are sitting on the ground and some are warming up and stretching; you decide to follow them and gesture to Haname that you are going to start stretching and she joins you quickly.
You decide to stretch your legs and sit down and touch your toes with your hand, after a few times someone pushes you from behind deeper towards your toes and you curse at them ready to punch whoever is messing with you like this.
Gojoâs wide jerkish grin greets you, you push him away and flip him off - the audacity of this guy. For a second you consider asking why he left but you decide itâs not worth mentioning and you once again push down the tight feeling in your throat.
Geto is right behind him cackling while you glare at him: âPiss me off and youâre next.â, you scowl. They really are going to be the key reasons if you ever switch to the dark side.
These two donât stop, though instead they join you and sit right beside you; one mosquito on each side. At first you try to ignore them and go back to stretching but then they decide to - as childish as they are - make faces at one another and basically yell loud jokes and thereâs only a certain amount of patience you have and youâre running out of it.
You flick the both of them on their forehead: âeither stretch or go somewhere else.â, you glare.
They stare at each other for a few seconds and then they continue to bother you; one pokes your cheek while the other pokes your side and then Gojo asks, while he's digging his finger deeper into your cheek: âWhatâs gotten you so grumpy today, hmm?â
A loud scoff leaves your lips: âHow can I not?â, you slap their fingers away, âitâs way too early for your shenanigans.â
The both of them chuckle and you wonder what you have ever done to deserve this until they both get slapped by someone on the back of their head: âleave the poor girl alone.â, the teacher scolds them and you sincerely thank him before you grin at the both of them in satisfaction.
They both grumble but donât say anything else - they better not- theyâre already on your bad side today, you werenât sure if you could handle more of their relentless pestering.
The class immediately starts after this incident and you can finally let out some of your inner pent up anger.
In your head the training dummy is Gojo and he gets the beating of his life; itâs almost therapeutic to beat up dummy!Gojo and you really wish you could do this more often.
Your life continues the same as always: you attend classes, train, sometimes go on missions, are pestered by dumb (Geto) and dumber (Gojo). Well in Getoâs defense; heâs okay sometimes, especially because heâs the one who stops Gojo from overstepping too much but he sure loves teasing you too and they donât miss out on their daily intake of annoying you.
Now you guys have reached your second year at Jujutsu High, sadly not all of you have made it and when the first one of your classmates died you felt like the world is about to end but you had to recover and continue this path; you knew sorcerers die daily and sometimes itâs the ones you know.
Everything went fine and you had your daily routine, you had improved massively compared to your first year and even got promoted to Grade 1 - youâll probably become a special grade in the future if you manage to get a better hold of your reverse curse technique.
Then the incident happened and you werenât really sure if things were fine by then. Satoru and Geto failed their mission and Geto started to spiral into someone you didnât recognize as Geto. When you first heard of it you tried your best to console him but nothing you ever said really went to his head and you decided to let him; it was something he had to realize on his own.
As it turns out leaving him alone wasnât the best of ideas because not long after Geto steps towards the wrong path and kills more than 100 people and turns towards the wrong path. You wish you could scream at him, beat him, do anything to make him regret his actions but he had chosen his path and now he was considered to be your enemy.
Gojo was even more closed off right after this, even more unapproachable, yes he still talked and bothered you to no end but you knew he had closed off his heart and had his walls up as high as possible. He hid himself behind his mask of cheeriness and dumbassery but you couldnât stop him.
Today was another day you were paired up with Satoru, the only difference now to before is that he didnât bother with team effort; heâd kill the curse in a few seconds and call it a day.
You grumble at him: âYâknow, you can at least try to let us take part in exorcizing the curse.â, you raise your eyebrows in annoyance.
He shrugs: âitâs not my fault, nor is it yours. Iâm simply out of your league.â, he grins and you werenât sure if he just said that to get under your skin or actually meant it.
Your head shakes in response: âItâs still a team effort, Satoru.â, you scoff, âhow am I ever supposed to increase my reverse curse technique efficiency if you always clear the job by yourself.â
He just walks away from you before he turns his head around to face you and smirks: âNow thatâs not my responsibility is it?â, he interlocks his hands behind his head and you wish you could kick his knee caps, âbesides, look at this from a positive perspective - i finished the job for the both of us.â
âI wouldnât be attending Jujutsu High if I wanted others to do the job for meâ, you grumble and slap his arm in offense.
He chuckles and shakes his head: âChill, once in a while you can lie low and let me handle it.â
You grumble at him but donât respond anymore - itâs pointless to argue with Satoru; he'd never bother to see your point of view, not anymore at least. Another thing that had changed; you knew it wasnât really his fault but thereâs only so many times you can excuse him.
At one point you do point out his changed behavior; it was a normal Saturday evening, you were on the way to his family's household to finalize the small details of your engagement party, the car ride was silent - which already was unusual in itself but you expected some complaints from Satoru and it took one faint bitter chuckle on your side for him to question whatâs wrong and you drop the bomb on him.
âYou changed, Satoru, in some ways for the better, in some for the worse.â, you point out.
He didnât take it that well; he furrowed his eyebrows in anger and scoffed: âYeah, itâs called growing up, maybe you should try it, too.â
âYou know exactly, that is not what I meantâ, you roll your eyes, he knows what you mean heâs just deflecting.
âMaybe, itâs none of your business, y/n?â, he snarls and it feels like he punched you right in the guts; you had expected this but still nothing could prepare your heart for this, âNobody asks you to care for me or my -apparent- lack of emotional well beingâ, he snarls defensively.
âBut I do care, Satoru!â, you respond, or maybe even yell back, you donât know, you mostly hear your thumping heartbeat and not your own voice.
He rolls his eyes: âWell then fucking stop,â, he scoffs, âitâs annoying.â
It felt like he stabbed you in the guts, took out your organs and tried to put them back in in the wrong places; you know you relationship to one another is complicated, one time you try to murder the other and another time youâre joking around as if you never had a care in the world and despite these complications you thought he cared -at least to a certain degree- about you, but Gojo loves proving you wrong it seems.
A switch got turned off inside of you and your entire demeanor changed - Gojo wasnât the only one with his walls up now.
You snicker coldly: âYouâre right, caring about you isnât worth it.â
For a faint second you swear you saw something flicker in his eyes but you refuse to believe it was actually real and it was just all in your head - he doesnât care, he has proven that already.
He turns back around to face the front and the car is once again filled with silence.
You donât even want to speak anymore but you had to settle at least one thing: âRemember to act when weâre at your place.â, you sigh, hoping he listens to you for once in his life. âI donât want to hear our parents nagging us because we canât get a grip.â
He doesnât turn around but you can see him nod stiffly - at least youâre on the same page on this matter.
Not long after you arrived at his mansion and you almost felt like hurling out of the car; it felt too exhausting to be in there - it took everything inside of you to wait for Gojo to open the door for you.
When he opened the door, he held out his hand - the same tense expression on his face as earlier and you almost grimaced at him; nonetheless you took his hand and stepped out of the car. You were stiffer than a stick to release the tension, you take a deep breath and try to relax.
âThis is going to be terribleâ, you sigh to yourself and a coldness fills you the same way Satoruâs cold hand is wrapped around yours.
One of the servants greets you and invites you in, you glance at Gojo out of habit but he doesnât even bother looking at you and stares straight ahead. You hold back an eye roll - if this man could be any more stubborn youâd actually blast your own head off.
He puts his arm around your shoulder and you have to tense up, it feels weird to be at odds with Gojo and yet so close to him; you two couldnât be any closer and further apart at the same time.
He silently whispers: âCâmon, we donât have all dayâ and guides you to the dining room.
Once inside you both greet each other's family and sit down to eat; not long after the plans already begin - the choice of flowers, other decorations and so much more, well itâs not like you had much of a choice just like almost everything else that involved your and Gojoâs future. It was incredibly frustrating but you knew it was to no avail - youâd just have to bite your tongue.
The evening is getting worse and worse and the more time passes the more youâre tapping your foot impatiently - you just want to get home as fast as possible and sleep; all you want to do is sleep.
Every time someone commented on something Satoru would give passive-aggressive back-handed compliments towards you, like âweed would look best on y/nâ or âshe should wear something bright to balance out her personalityâ and youâre one comment away from actually slapping him - heâs going too far with his sappiness.
When theyâre finally done with everything you almost jump out of your seat until Gojoâs mother looks at you with those pleading puppy eyes and you curse your nice heart for always bending to other peopleâs wills.
You keep staying for even longer than necessary; to the point your back even starts to hurt and youâre almost close to begging Gojo to leave; gladly he beats you to it when he slaps his thighs and calls it a night - you would kiss him thank you if he wasnât the reason why you were in such a sour mood.
The moment you leave the house you speed walk towards the car - you couldnât handle anymore of his nasty comments nor his nasty attitude; you just want, scratch that, you need to get away from him.
Without a word you sit down in the car and wait for the driver to start driving. You were beyond pissed but mostly hurt, you wanted to scream at Gojo but it wasnât worth it, he wasnât worth it, at least not anymore.
#fanfiction#x reader#author#gojo#gojo satoru#jjk manga#jujutsu kaisen#satoru#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk#jjk x reader#satoru x reader#guiltyreverie
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Bound: Kinkuary â23 by wolfpants
Next up in my tour of binds I made for wolf: Kinkuary â23 by @wolfpants
When I first reached out to wolf to ask permission to bind their fic, I asked if there was anything in their fic that they wished they had bound. They mentioned their Kinkuary fics but immediately said "oh but that's impractical because it's a whole collection" or something to that effect, which of course I took as a challenge. (Authors, be warned. I will almost certainly bind the thing you say I should not try to bind.)
Anyone who is wisely subscribed to wolf's works on AO3 probably had the same delightful experience as I did throughout February 2023: namely, waking daily to a little notification that there was a small kinky gem awaiting consumption at one's leisure. Wolf writes sex incredibly well: the viscerality and immediacy of it, but also the thoughts and turn-ons and how it lights up each character's brain differently. They have a gift for making me love tropes and kinks I might not ever think to read or write otherwise.
All that being said, I felt slightly weird about being like HERE IS A BOOK OF YOUR KINK THAT SAYS KINK ON THE SPINE so (as wolf has noted) I went all Victorian and made a dust jacket to cover up the bind if wolf ever wants to make it look a lot more innocent than it is.
So many firsts in this one for me: first dust jacket, first index, first collection of fics, first table of contents... It was a blast from start to finish and I learned SO MUCH.
Materials and process chat under the cut.
Materials:
Ye olde wooqu bookcloth off Amazon, HTV vinyl, 24 lb cream letter (wrong grain, forgive me) folios, machine-made endbands, black cardstock end papers.
The dust jacket is probably the only newish thing for me: I did a print using Staples' online service (which probably contributed to my choices because I also use this service for actual work things...) It was a poster print on matte paper.
Process:
This was a pretty straightforward bind but the typeset was full of learning curves. I use InDesign for typesetting and figured out how to set up a TOC and index. Wolf is a GREAT tagger so once I realized I'd either have a seven-page run of front matter listing the tags for each fic, or an index condensing them down, it was a no-brainer. And because wolf is so brilliant with tags, this led to my favorite index entries ever under Draco's listing (see photo.) I also figured out how to use styles to make every story have a header of its title, etc.
The great artwork of Eros is from rawpixel.
The other new thing for me was, of course, the dust jacket. I was disappointed to realize I'd messed up the measurements somehow once I printed, but it was close enough, so I went with it. I tried to rub some beeswax into the cover to help preserve it a bit but not sure it did much. If I were doing it again now, I'd use some Mod Podge matte aerosol fixative.
The dust jacket artwork is from the Smithsonian online collection of vintage seed catalogues. (S/O to my librarian spouse for the tip!) I created the spine matching the style as closely as I could, and then I went to town with silliness for the flaps. (This is probably a downside to having a fic writer also be a binder. I have trouble not writing something when the opportunity presents itself in the course of binding...)
The cover design is, of course, just a whole bunch of cursive X's. I'd hoped to have the title and author be a knockout from that pattern but it proved too hard to weed/read, so I ironed black HTV over the red pattern instead.
This is the only one of the set of four binds that I haven't (yet) bound for myself as a personal copy, but I think I will probably do so at some point! I was running out of black bookcloth at the time, so I prioritized wolf's copy for obvious reasons.
#bookbinding#fanbinding#case binding#wolfpants#kinkuary 23#dust jacket#book jacket#drarry fanbinding#fanfic collection binding#stealth fanbinding
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to my joost fic writers some lame ass blog is literally just rbing joost fics to complain abt ppl sexualizing him wahh wahh... just thought you guys should be warned <3
anyways... for those who feel offended by my blog's content, joost will literally never see my tumblr, so there's no need to "feel bad" for him, he literally has no clue who i am, and is living his day to day life completely unaffected by my, and any other writers work... and you rbing it, or bringing the work outside of tumblr is only bringing more attention to it- if he ever says he is uncomfortable with fics being written about him in this manner, i will obviously respectfully take them down <3 as i actually do respect him as a human being! im not some weird gross little freak who is actively trying to make him uncomfortable (and same can be said for the rest of the joost fic writers on here) contrary to what the twt and tiktok fans may believe
rpf has been apart of fandom forever, and i understand that this is definitely a debate that has been going on for awhile and people may absolutely have their own opinions and personal boundaries, YOU are not joost, nor are you any other celebrity- and therefore you cannot speak to what makes them comfortable or not, and it is not your job OR your place to make that decision for them.
please do not act like fic writers are actually being invasive or equate this to any sort of harassment, we aren't shoving this shit into joost's face, or forcing him to read these fics.
but this being said, i always tag rpf as such, and therefore, if rpf bothers you, literally just block the tag. people's tumblrs are THEIR personal space, it is not your job to police the internet for your fav! you literally have to ACTIVELY seek out these works to read it. there's a reason all my content is kept behind the "read more and tag rpf and smut" because i dont want you to see it if you DONT want to!! that's why it's hidden behind tags/read more because those "technically" act as consent for you to see the works.
but creating an ENTIRE blog to be weird abt fic writers is strange behavior! however i assume this person is probably a child and i will give them grace for that fact, and with that being said, you shouldn't be on NSFW blogs to begin with!
also please do not actively seek out content that upsets you!!!! it will do just that!!! upset you
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LIPSTICK STAINS & MIRRORS
CHARACTER: SHOUTO TODOROKI
GENRE: FLUFF, SMUT
TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but written to be afab (shouto calls you princess once), reader is implied to be shorter than shouto, yâall are like 20+, married and live together, mirror sex, kissing, so much kissing, i love kissing, oral (m. receiving), fingering (reader receiving), inappropriate quirk usage (temperature play), shouto is a tease but in a loving manner, cervix kissing, chair sex, riding (reverse cowgirl), cumming inside, and aftercare, also kinda lazy ending?? bc i stayed up til 10am finishing this and wanna be done so bad
SUMMARY: you just ordered a bunch of new lipgloss and canât wait to try it out â subsequently, your husband thinks you look beautiful, but doesnât know how to verbalize it.Â
WORD COUNT: 7.7K
đŠâs A/N: this wasnât actually going to be the first fic i posted here, but i DID just get a bunch of lipgloss i've waited a week and a half for, and would love to do the following <3 anyway shoutout judydoll they didnât sponsor this but i wish they would. // also i pulled like two all-nighters writing this so iâm sorry if it like. starts unraveling a lil at the end i didnt actually proofread this god bless everyone thank you for giving this fic a chance
you had just ordered a bunch of new lipgloss youâd gotten in a buy 2 get 1 free sale, and it had finally come in the mail! after squealing excitedly and startling your poor husband, and highschool sweetheart, you quickly ran up to your shared bedroom and sat down in front of your vanity. fumbling with the box for a second, you get up to grab a pair of scissors from the bathroom before using one blade to cut through the packaging tape sealing the contents inside away.Â
once youâd managed to get your greedy little hands on the new products is around the same time shouto had wandered into the bedroom, where he stood leaning against the door frame, watching as you excitedly looked down at your lipstick and wondered which one to try on first.
hmâŠâŠ. maybe the more natural looking color instead of the red..? probably, since it's less likely to leave a stain, you think to yourself, oblivious to your husband's presence â until you caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, that is.Â
âoh! shouto, just in time,â you grin, waving him over. âwhich one do you think i should try first?â you ask, knowing he had always shown an interest in the process of how you did your makeup. not that he had actually verbalized said interest, rather, it was something you noticed while you were still in highschool. after months into the actual relationship, you two had finally had sex and you had stayed the night at his house. once this became an almost routine of sorts, you'd begin bringing stuff to stay overnight, and get ready for class in the morning, including a few makeup palettes. and so, shouto slowly took an interest in the way in which youâd do your makeup â be it just some eyeshadow/liner, or a fully beat face, he found it to be soâŠ..interesting.Â
that being said, the youngest of the todoroki family takes a step towards you and away from the doorframe to look down at the lipsticks in your hands and picks the one in the shiny silver, almost holographic, tube and says this one.Â
huh, what do you know? he had picked the lipstain! guess itâs meant to be, then.
untwisting the cap, you shift in your seat slightly to better face the mirror as you pull the wand from the bottle, and find yourself face to face with the applicator you had been tweaking over for what felt like ever â a nice, smooth, iron tip! one of a kind, really, as you had never seen anything like it before! looking into the mirror, your gaze lingers on shouto for but a moment before focusing on your own lips and applying the stained lipgloss evenly â and then one more coat for good measure.Â
âwhat do you think?â you ask sweetly, turning around in your seat to face him.
what he thinks? obviously, he thinks you look stunningly, jaw droppingly gorgeous regardless of what youâre wearing, or if you have makeup on or not (save for the times youâve ugly cried around himâŠ), but godâŠ. he canât ignore the way his body suddenly feels flushed as he looks at your lips and the red-ish color currently staining them.
âi think â it looks nice,â he says simply as he takes a few steps closer to you, up until heâs directly behind your vanity chair and planting his hands on the back of it.
âjust⊠nice?â your voice comes out softer than normal, and you sound audibly disappointed. at this, shouto begins to internally panic as he thinks of a way to get his admiration.
âvery nice,â he corrects quickly, and you canât help but let out a little chuckle at how rushed he sounded â you understood that your husband wasnât exactly a stellar wordsmith, so you werenât actually too upset with him.
âthatâs it?â this time, you sound much more lighthearted, as you raise a brow at him and watch him speedrun the five stages of grief through his expressions and slight body language.
â....i think, you look very lovely,â heâs finally able to vocalize. even after all this time, he still got somewhat bashful when complimenting you â it wasnât his fault! you just happened to render him speechless and left his dick hard every time you did anything! fuck⊠how should he go about this? maybe he should just show you what he thinks? yesâŠ. that should work.Â
âstand up,â he says all of a sudden â he didnât sound demanding or rude or anything, but there was a certain firmness to his voice that had you obeying without a second thought. without a moment of hesitation, shouto steps around to the side of the chair so heâs standing almost in front of you, and plants his large, calloused hands on your hips.
âshoutoâŠ.â your voice comes out as a mere whisper as he pulls you closer toward him, left hand coming to cup your cheek as you look up at him.
âhm?â is all you get in reply as he leans in to kiss you tenderly.
tilting his head slightly to the side, he slots his lips over your painted ones in hopes of properly conveying his feelings on how he thinks you look. truthfully, as embarrassing as it may be, shouto wishes youâd put some lipstick on him so he could kiss you all over and leave a physical mark as you so often did to him. maybe one day he would have to sneak some of your lipgloss for himself to surprise you with? perchance⊠(you canât just say perchance!) that being said, he takes advantage of the lipstick youâre currently wearing and hopes it transfers onto his lips.Â
and just like that, youâve forgotten all about your new lipstick, or anything that wasnât your husband, really. when you first met him, it was a little difficult to imagine shouto todoroki as a good kisser, and it was kinda true initially!, but after a little guidance and experience, he very quickly got the hang of it and used his newfound skills to turn you into nothing more than a panting mess.
swiping his tongue over the seam of your lips, he pulls away with a slight grin just as you part them for him.
âheyâŠ..â you whine. âthatâs not fair.âÂ
âwhat isnât?â he asks in a way that wouldâve made you think he was playing dumb if he wasnâtâŠ.. well, like the way he was. you know your husband well enough to know that he was asking an earnest question, as he often teased you without meaning to or being aware of it.
âjust⊠kiss me again, âŠplease?â you ask in such a saccharine voice, shouto finds himself unable to resist for even a moment as he eagerly leans back in for another kiss.
godâŠ. he was just so fucking weak when it came to You. he could never tell you no or deny you of what you asked for â hell, the first time you asked if you could kiss him (when he was still a kissless virgin), he accidentally bonked his head against yours in trying to copy the way you tilted your head to the side. âŠonly, he had tilted his in the same direction as you, making for a very awkward, very laughable (but memorable) first kiss.
âmmh,â he hums quietly, pleasurably, as his lips work against yours â gently and tenderly, full of nothing but adoration for you, his sweet spouse.Â
there just truly werenât enough words in the world for shouto to describe his affections for you, so instead, he often took to showing you exactly how he felt; more often than not, this led to fleeting but heated kisses throughout the day that left you on your toes and wanting for more. jesus, did he even realize the effect he had on you? (he did Nawt.)Â
this time, it was you to take the initiative to swipe your tongue over his plump lower lip before nibbling on it lightly and sucking it into your mouth. at this, the softest little moan slips past shoutoâs throat at the feeling and he pulls you closer to him, so much so that your chest was now flush against his as the hand on your cheek leaves a cooling sensation against your flushed skin.Â
releasing his lip with a wet, almost schliiick kind of noise, you go to pull away from the kiss, just as he had done earlier, just to find the hand on your cheek had shifted to cradle the back of your head, and the hand on your hip had turned into an arm wrapped tightly around your waist as shoutoâs tongue manages to slip into your open mouth.
you canât help but giggle at the almost ticklish feeling of the wet muscle running around the inside of your cheeks before his tongue is suddenly ice cold and youâre squealing and trying to push him away.
âshouto!â you cry with no real irritation or upsetness â all he had done was catch you off-guard, really. okay, so maybe he could tease you on purpose every now and then..! it just wasnât often that he did such a thing! he was typically kind of oblivious to a lot of things â not that it was his fault or anything; he hadnât exactly grown up with the best social cues or âŠ. uhm. family, in general, reallyâŠ.. (touya and enji iâm looking at you).Â
âyeah?â he breathes, looking down at you with stars in his eyes.
âwhat was that about?â you ask, trying to steady your breathing, chest heaving slightly as your hands find their way up to his chest, where they rest on his booâwell defined and muscled pecs.Â
âwhat was what about?â he echoes, tilting his head, actually playing dumb this timeâhe knew damn well what he had done this time around, and he couldnât contain the little smile that tugged at the corners of his plump and almost pouty lips. he loved using his quirk to tease you â given, heâd been extremely hesitant about it at first, worried he might hurt you, or somehow cause some kind of permanent damage. thankfully, as the years went by, he gradually warmed up to it, and now? he couldnât get enough of your reactions! like when he was fingering you, and suddenly his hand started to get a little too hot, or a little too cold, depending on which one he was using; it wasnât enough to actually hurt or cause any damage, just some mild discomfort turned to pleasure once you got used to the feeling. and sometimes, whenever you let him cum inside or somewhere on you, his cum felt hotter than it should â sure, yeah, cum is warm, butâŠ. his was just hot! it didnât scald or anything, but it was definitely an added sensation that wouldnât be possible without his quirk.
âyou know what..!â is what you would have said had shouto not leaned in to kiss you againâeffectively cutting you off and rendering you speechless. so maybe he knew he was a good kisser; he was highly observant after all, and would have to be a moron to not realize that he at least left you breathless every time! sure, he didnât realize the full extent of the effect he had on you, but⊠partially aware is better than completely oblivious, right?Â
this time as you two kiss, the hand cradling your head moves back down to your hip, and before you know it, heâs picking you up and sitting himself down in the chair you were previously sitting on not too long ago.Â
âahâ!â you gasp at the sudden movement and change in position. now straddling his lap, with your back to the mirror, shouto begins trailing kisses down to your jawline and then the column of your neck. now, your husband wasnât a particularly sloppy kisser. no, more often than not, he was very put together in almost every aspect of his life, and the bedroom was no exception. well, save for the occasions shouto just simply could not contain himself, and it was beginning to seem like one of those situations as he runs his freezing tongue over the sensitive skin of your neck, causing goosebumps to form as he nibbles at the junction where your neck and shoulder meet.Â
âshoâshoutoâ,â you breathe as he peppers kisses over your tender flesh. it had taken him a long while to be able to show affection so freely, and even now, he still had some trouble, but compared to the todoroki you knew in high school, he had improved by leaps and bounds!Â
your husband merely ignores your soft cry of his nameâhis dick doesnât, though, and you can even feel it start to twitch to life beneath you. fuck. all you had done was put on a little lipstick, and?? now your husband was glued to your neck, nipping and biting along the way, even stopping in a couple places to suck against the skin there in order to leave a couple hickies!Â
âdonât tease,â you try to chide him, but it comes off weak and a little pathetic sounding as shouto finds a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and takes full advantage of it. jesus christ! his tongue was so cold!! it was such a contrast to the heat of his breath, you couldnât help but pant at the feeling.Â
ââm not,â is the only thing he says, it was more of a mumble, really, as he bites down harder than he had previously, and you canât help the squeal that leaves you as his teeth sink into your skin.
âshouto!â if you didnât know any better, or if you had married someone more⊠aggressive (katsuki)...., you might have thought your husband had drawn blood â he didnât, obviously, as he would never intentionally hurt you, but he did like to toe the line of pleasure and pain often enough to keep you on your toes, just enough pain for it to be able to bleed into an acquired type of pleasure.
âyeah?â he all but hums in response, sounding pleased with himself.
he doesnât give you a chance to respond, however, as he quickly pulls away from your neck to plant another heated kiss to your glossy lips. it doesnât last very long, though, as he pulls away just far enough to look at you properly, and his eyes widen when he sees the way your lipstick had been smudged and it had spread slightly down to your neck (it was more like lightly red-colored patches in the shape of his lips peppered vaguely over your flesh).Â
âwill you put on some more lipstick?â he suddenly asks, sounding out of breath.
giggling quietly at his request, you nod and oblige, shifting to turn around on his lap so that your back was against his chest, and your ass against his steadily growing erection. grabbing the tube of lipstick from your vanity, you untwist the cap and begin to apply more, focusing wholly on your lips during the process, completely missing the way shouto was eyeing you in the mirror.
after putting the cap back on and setting the silver bottle full of what felt watery liquid when you put it on, but wasnât actually, back down on your vanityâs surface, you tilt your head to face your husband, who had wrapped his arms around your waist while you had been applying the aforementioned beauty product, and smile at him.
âbetter?â you wonder aloud, knowing it was much better indeed.
âmhmm,â he hums sweetly, one hand coming up to all but squish your cheeks, just without the pressure, to better tilt your head towards him as he himself leans in for yet another kiss. you swear, the first time you kissed shouto, a switch flipped in that poor boyâs brain, because ever since then, heâs been addicted to them like theyâre crackâhe needs your kisses the same way he needs oxygen to breathe or a therapist for his generations of trauma stuffed into a single, incomplete lifetime. (pleaseâŠ.. please, go to group therapy with the rest of 1-a, iâm begging.)Â
shouto canât help but smile against your lips as he pulls you flush against his chest and rolls his hips, and consequently, his hard-on, up against your ass. neither of you can contain the whimper or little gasp that slips past your throats, nor can you help the way one of your hands comes up to thread itself into his peppermint-colored hair as you part your lips needily, trying to shift around in his firm grasp.Â
despite the quality of your lipstick, it still transferred partially onto his lips, simply due to how fresh the coat was, not that your husband minds. heâd revel in the way heâd get to smear lipstick over your body, and â pause. his hands suddenly find themselves planted on your hips as he manhandles you to face him again, and meets your gaze for a moment before pressing a kiss to your forehead. but in that moment, you could see all the love and admiration in the world swirling around in his beautifully mismatched eyes, and you couldnât control the wide-ass smile that had spread across your faceâso wide, in fact, your cheeks hurt. even though it was such a simple action, you could truly feel his love for you in everything that he did.Â
âi love youâso much, yâknow,â you practically coo, hands moving to cup his flushed cheeks as you simply just look at the man you had married. goddamn! he was so beautiful! taking in all the fine details of his face, you notice the faintest little dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose, and the way even his eyebrows, and even his awfully long lashes (he got them from his mother), are different colors. his perfectly plump and pouty lips to match his overall softer facial features. how could anybody be so perfect-looking? it was just simply unfair! even with his ice burn scar and somewhat sparse left eyebrow growth, it didnât change a thing in your eyes.Â
shouto feels his heart flutter at your words, and his grin stretches to be almost uncharacteristically wide as his hands shift lower on your hips, closer to your upper thighs, and his thumbs begin rubbing tender circles against the plush flesh there.Â
âi â love you more,â he whispers back. the words sound shy coming from him, but you can tell he means his words. you may have fallen first, but shouto fell harder. his smile softens a bit as his hands move up to cup your cheeks tenderly before pressing another kiss to your painted lips. god. he truly could not believe how lucky he was to have you â you, who brought him out of his shell back in highschool, you who showed him love can be tender and soft, you who taught him how to let love into his heart.Â
now, it was shoutoâs turn to show you just how much he loved you.
sliding his tongue over the seam of your lips, he lets out a soft hum as he grips your thighs before sliding his hands slowly upwards and up under the t-shirt you woreâit was his, actually!âand over your bare ribcage. you canât help the goosebumps that broke out over your skin at the feeling of his calloused hands against your much softer flesh, nor the chill that runs down your spine and causes your nipples to stiffen under the thin fabricâespecially with the way he begins to palm and grope at your tits.Â
âmmnh,â you hum at the temperature difference of his rough hands, and let out a soft moan when it increases drastically all of a sudden, your right nipple freezing cold and the left a little too hot for comfortâeven your body was unsure of how to react to such a feeling, but it sure does send a throb down to your clit, and you can feel a damp spot begin to form in the seat of your panties, which is all you happened to be wearing under your stolen shirt.
âshouto, please,â you whine, squirming around on his lap, and dragging your thinly clothed cunt over the erection in his stupid grey sweatpants that always drove you crazy.Â
âplease what, love?â he asks, pulling away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.Â
âgodâŠ. justâ fuck me,â is all your able to get out, but, lucky for you, your husband has something even better in mind than just that. sure, he couldnât wait to get his dick wetâto feel the way your cunt wraps around his sensitive tipâgod, he can feel himself leak pre-cum like heâs some excited teenager again, and he groans at the nature of your request.
âmm, âŠnot yet,â he smirks, and, before heâs even processed what he himself is doing, he had already licked an embarrassingly hot stripe up the length of your neck.
âshouto!â you squeal. âwhat was that for?!âÂ
âfelt like it,â he replies simply before attaching his full lips to your neck once more, where he began nipping and nibbling at all your most tender spots, before he finds your sweet spot and bites down particularly hard and begins suckling against the skin there, determined to leave a mark of sorts. now, while shouto was not one to leave marks in obvious placesâhe was perfectly content with marking you in places only he could seeâhe just couldn't help himself for some reason..! maybe it was because he was feeling rather bold at the moment, or because he couldn't get enough of the sweet, quiet noises you were making as he nipped and sucked at your flesh until you were sure the skin was raw.Â
âshoââ you canât help but wiggle in his lap, cunt grazing over his erection. when he groans at your actions, you repeat your actions, rolling your hips down against his as he marks your neck up in pretty blue and purple and reddish hues.Â
suddenly, an idea pops into your mind, and you find yourself melting off of his lap and onto your knees between his legs, eager hands reaching to unbuckle his leather belt and pull it off of him.Â
âwhâwhatâre you doing, baby?â shouto finds himself breathless with a flushed face as you begin to unbutton his pants and tug down the zipper, exposing his all-too-tight black boxers and the wet spot that had formed on them. you only grin and lick your lips at the sight, of course, eager to get your husbandâs perfect cock in your mouth.
âwhatâs it look âm doinâ, huh?â you look up at him with big wet eyes and pouty red lips. ânow lift your hips fâme,â you instruct him, and he does as told, so you can tug his pants and boxers down in one swift go.
shouto hisses as his sensitive tip comes into contact with the cool air of the bedroom, and he looks down at you a little embarrassedly, biting as lower lip as you kissed his swollen and flushed head before taking it slowly into your mouth.Â
âahâ!â your husband moans as you suckle around his mushroom-headed tip and he canât help the way one large hand falls down to rest on top of your head, long fingers burying themselves into your hair as he begins to set a moderate pace for you to bob your head. unfortunately, poor shouto still had trouble controlling his reactions whenever you gave him head â your mouth and tongue were simply too skilled for your own good! for his own good!Â
tilting his head back to look at the ceiling instead of you, in an attempt to not bust too early, he catches a glimpse of the lewd sight in the mirror andâoh god. his dick fucking twitches and he feels an embarrassing amount of pre-cum leak from his sticky tip and into your hot mouth.Â
âjesus christâfuck,â your husband groansâit wasnât too often that he swore, only when he was especially mad, passionate, or, in this case, especially horny. âtake it easy, honeyâplease,â he whines, hand gripping your hair tighter, forcing your head further down his thick length despite his contradictory words. you pay his actions no mind, however, only doing your best to suppress your gag reflex and hollow your cheeks out around him before swallowing thickly; you even went as far as to deepthroat him all the way, uncaring of the way drool seeped past your lips and all around the base of his cock. swallowing around him again once his leaky tip hits the back of your throat, and shoutoâs hand grips your hair a little too tightlyânot that you minded in the moment. if anything, it made your pussy throb. as did the way he was panting and moaning softly above you. godâŠâŠ his little noises were absolutely divine and each and every one sent a jolt to your clit.Â
much to his embarrassment, shouto is surprisingly noisy in bed â not exactly loud per se, but certainly unable to contain all his little huffs, puffs, and soft moans and quiet groans. but it wasnât like it was his fault! how exactly was he supposed to stay quiet when youâre making him feel so damn good? jesus, it wasnât fair! for him, anyway; for you, his sweet sounds only made you all the more hot and bothered.Â
his gaze falls down to meet yours, and then further down to his dick and the way your glossy lips wrapped around it and the fucking lipstick stains you were leaving around him. how was he meant to last like this? (hereâs a hint: he wasnât!)Â
pushing against his hand for a moment, he lessens his grip as you pull off him with a sickening schliiickk noise and wrap one hand around his base as you pant for air, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.Â
âshouto?â
âyeah?â his heart is pounding and he bites his lip as he looks down at your flushed face that now had a thin sheen of sweat over it, and he feels almost ashamed for the way he immediately craves your mouth back around him.
âi want you to cum in my mouth, okay?â you tell him with a soft smile, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before taking him into your mouth once again, all the way down until your nose was flush against his mix-matched pubic hair and you had to actively breathe through your nose so you didnât hurl. shallowly beginning to bob your head, your tongue laves over the underside of his veiny cock as the hand previously wrapped around him moves to cup his balls, fondling them softly before giving them a gentle squeeze.
âohâsweetheart,â he moans, dick twitching violently in your mouth. âdonât stop,â he all but begs you, rolling his hips up, forcing himself further down your throat. you actually do gag at this, but are able to swallow most of your excessive drool down, only some of it spilling over and out of your mouth and onto to your husbandâs dick, mixing beautifully with your lipstick stains, and poor todoroki groans at both the sight and feeling.
all it takes is a few more bobs of your head and another squeeze to his balls before theyâre tightening and suddenly heâs cumming down your throatâjust like you had asked him to. god, he swears youâll be the death of him!
swallowing around his awfully sensitive length one final time, both to tease him and get his cum down, you pull off of him with another disgustingly wet noise before looking up at him oh-so-sweetly.
the hand that wasnât still fondling his balls comes to wrap around his dick, pumping it slowly as you press a little kiss to his flushed and shiny tip, licking it playfully and swirling your tongue around it for a moment before you actually stopped teasing his cock with your mouth and just with your hand.
âbaby, pleaseââ his voice is uncharacteristically whiney and his hips buck up into your grasp. despite his natural temperature regulation due to his quirk, shouto finds his entire body feeling hot, so hot, thanks to your delicate touch. âjustâah!â he moans softly as your hand begins moving up and down his shaft slowly, moving up and up until you could place your thumb over the slit of his red and swollen head and run it over the horribly sensitive spot.Â
âgodâdamn, sweetheartâgive me a moment, please,â he begs you, hips bucking upwards as his cock twitches simultaneously. shouto feels like heâs losing his mind as you pump his oversensitive length and he has to keep his eyes away from the mirror lest he nut againâno, the next time he came today, it would be inside you, his beautiful fucking spouse. âjust let me breathe.â one of his large hands comes up to run through his hair and push his bangs out of his face just for them to fall right back in place once it exits his hair.Â
with a scoff and a roll of your eyes, you blow a puff of cold air over his cockhead and let out a playful okay.Â
âi guess,â you giggle, looking up at him from your spot on the floor. itâs true that your knees were starting to get a little sore, but you figured you were basically done anyway, so, naturally, you went to standâjust for shoutoâs massive hands to land on your hips, up under your shirt, and turn you around so that youâre facing the mirror before tugging your panties down to your now reddened knees in one swift movement.
pulling you onto his lap, his painfully hard cock pressed into the crack of your ass, you whine and squirm in your husbandâs strong grasp.
âb-baby?â you sound audibly confused and shouto canât help but smile at your reaction as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck.
âshh,â he hushes you gently, one hand coming down between your legs to stop and rest on your clit.Â
âsho-shouto,â you canât help but whine as he applies a slow but firm pressure to your achy bundle of nerves, gently starting to trace teasing circles over it.
âcanât i make you feel good, too?â he whispers into your ear, catching your gaze in the mirror. his heterochromatic eyes are glued to the reflection of yours and you feel a chill run down your spine as he nuzzles his nose against your neck as his middle finger dips down to your dripping slit before bringing it back up to rub against your pulsing clit.
âah!â an airy breath escapes you and your back arches at his calloused touch. âfuck,â you hiss as he begins pressing soft kisses to the already brusing flesh of your neck and finger moves with experience over your slick button.Â
the first several times you two slept together, shouto was rather shy, and not particularly bold â always scared he was going to hurt you somehow or fuck up your pleasure, and then youâd want nothing to do with him; so it took a bit of instruction and teaching him what it is you do and donât like, but shouto, ever the fast learner, quickly caught on and figured out what exactly he had to do and how he had to do it in order for you to feel good.Â
âthatâs what i like to hear,â he mumbles, more to himself than to you, nibbling on the lobe of your ear before blowing a puff of cold air onto it. todoroki could never get enough of the noises you made â the same way you couldnât get enough of his whimpers and whines â and would do anything in his power to elicit such sweet sounds from you.
âsh-shut up,â is all youâre able to get out, unable to think as he brings his middle finger back down to your slit and actually inserts it into you this time â fingering you in the lightest, most teasing manner possible, while he heats up his hand, his right arm wrapping around you tighter to keep you in place.
shouto just chuckles at your poor attempt at a quip as he licks a chilly stripe up the column of your neck, causing you to shiver as a devious grin stretches over your husbandâs usually sweet face.Â
âoh, honey,â his voice is low and deep and admittedly makes your pussy clench around the single finger stuffed in it â god, you wish heâd add a second or third to actually stretch you out. and, almost as if he had read your thoughts, shouto curls his finger inside of you before pulling it out about halfway so he could slide another in untilâhe just stops, one finger half way in you with the tip of another barely poking at your entrance.Â
âshoâshouto?â you all but whine, hips wiggling futilely, wishing heâd just scissor your cunt open already!
âlook in the mirror,â he commands softly. nodding hesitantly, you reluctantly look at your reflection and take in the lewdness of the scene: shouto had your legs spread out over his, keeping them open by borderline entwining your lower legs with his, with his thick ring and middle fingers positioned against your cunt, and his chin now resting on your shoulder, piercing gaze capturing your own.Â
as he finally begins easing his ring finger into along with the one already in there, you canât help but squeeze your eyes shut, and just like that, any movement stops.
âi didnât tell you to close your eyes,â he mutters, right hand coming up to slip under your shirt and pinch a nipple.Â
âah! âm sorry!â your eyes immediately fly open as you try to focus your gaze on the sight in front of you as shoutoâs fingers get progressively hotter the further they slip into you, and suddenlyâyou were burning from the inside out!
âmmh, shoutoâŠ.â you whine, one hand coming up to tangle into his hair, giving it a light tug.Â
your husband merely ignores you as he focuses on pleasing you instead; curling his all too hot fingers at just the right angle, spreading them apart to scissor your pretty pussy, his eyes trained on your reflection and each little way you react to his touchâthe way you flinch and try to close your legs, just for him to effortlessly prevent this by spreading his a little wider. god; he had learned to be a little too good at this for your own good.Â
ânnghâ, câmon baby, donâ be a tease,â is all youâre able to get out as your husband takes his goddamn time fingering you; this couldnât even be considered as finger-fucking! the feeling of the calloused pads of his heated fingertips rubbing against your already hot inner walls as he pumps them slowlyâyour internal temperature felt like it was skyrocketing, when in reality, it was only one or two degrees higher, something shouto could easily remedy should he switch hands.Â
âiâm afraid i donât know what youâre talking about, lovely,â he smiles gently, beginning to pepper kisses along your neck once more. fuck, you coudnât stand when he played dumb like that â he had to have known what he was doing!! (and he did! that just wasnât for you to know.) âif thereâs something you wantâŠ. then youâll have to ask for it directly, my dear,â he tells you cheekily, and you can physically feel his smile against your skin as he begins to suck against the junction of your neck and shoulder.
god! damn him!Â
âf-faster,â you whine, wiggling and rolling your hips against his slow moving fingers, just for shouto to pull them nearly all the way out of you. âshâshouto! goddammit! please donât tease me!â you plead, eyes beginning to lightly water over out of sheer frustration. tugging at his hair, you try to twist around enough to give him another kiss â just for him to avoid your lips, too!
âuh-uh,â he chides, his freezing free hand pinching one of your nipples, and you gasp louder than you would have liked to at the feeling. âwatch yourself in the mirror ân ask nicely and you can have anything you want, princess,â shouto says softly, physically unable to stop smiling. sure, most of the time, his teasing was truly unintentional, the other half of the time (a little less than half, really, it was closer to 60/40) was completely on purpose, as hearing you whine his name or for him to touch you never failed to turn him on or bring a somewhat sadistic smile to his usually stoic face.Â
nodding, you refocus your attention onto the large vanity mirror, with the chair scooted far back enough so you could clearly see his fingers buried in your glistening cunt, and you physically canât control the whimper that slips past your throat as his index and pinky fingers move to spread your slick folds apart so you could get a better view of what shouto thought was the most perfect pussy in the worldâever since youâd first had sex (despite his initial nerves), he had quickly grown addicted to the feeling of your cunt wrapped oh-so-snuggly around him.Â
finally, your husband finally began to finger you in earnest, crooking his fingers in such a delicious way so deep inside youâmuch further than your own fingers could ever reach, anywayâand suddenly you wish it was his dick filling you up, not just his fingers..! unbeknownst to you, this was both shoutoâs brief way of giving his sensitive cock a rest so he could fuck you properly without creaming too early and making sure youâd get to cum twice, too.
âyouâre so tense,â his voice has a saccharine lilt to it, and you feel goosebumps erupt over your skin as he watches the way his fingers pump in and out of you, and he can feel his length twitch and drool pre as he imagines your cunt fluttering around his dick instead of his fingers.
ââs not my faultâyouâre not exactly making it easy fâme to relax,â you complain, shifting around in his grip as you give his hair a light tug.Â
âoh? iâm not?â his gentle smile stretches into a shit eating grin as he slides his fingers out of you entirely before bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick your slick off the digits that had been nearly knuckle-deep inside you less than a moment ago, exceptâhe only sucks off his ring finger, leaving the middle one for you to suck on instead, bringing it up to your plump, glossy lips whilst softly telling you to open your mouth. of course, you obeyed without a second thought, happily, and almost hazily, swirling your tongue around his finger in a similar manner you had done with his cock. the action reminded shouto of such, and he lets out a quiet groan at the feeling.
âmmh,â you hum pleasantly around the digit that was pressing down lightly against your tongue. you werenât too pleased, however, about the lack of stimulation your pussy was receiving, and you decided to make this known to your husband.
catching his eye in the mirror, you let out a little whine and wrap both your hands around his thick wrist as you purposely let the drool in your mouth build up so it begins to seep down his hand and slowly trickle onto his forearm.Â
âbaby, please. please just fuck me,â you mumble, tugging on his wrist to pull his calloused, slick finger from you spit-soaked mouth.Â
shouto really was planning to finger you to an orgasm, honest, butâwhen you asked so sweetly, he just couldnât say no to you!
âfuck,â he groans, both hands quickly settling onto your hips in order to lift you enough to align your soaked slit with his flushed and achy cock. âyâknow i canât tell you no when you ask like that,â he says before letting you slowly sink all the way to the base.Â
âyou feel so good,â he groans out as your puffy pussy wraps around him tightly.
âsâso do you,â you whine out, feeling his head kiss the entrance to your cervix. jesus christ, how was it possible to hit so deep? âs-so, so good,â you tell him, trying to look at the two of you in the mirror and the way your cunt envelopes him andâitâs just too embarrassing to look at!Â
squirming in his grasp, you try to turn around to better face him so you could plant a kiss to his plump lips. shouto, however, simply uses one large hand to squish your cheeks and hold your face in place to watch as he lazily fucks up into in the mirror. no matter how bad he wanted to kiss you (that would have to come (cum) after you), he just enjoyed that flustered look on your face too much to not indulge in it! besides, he was always so sweet to you, heâs sure you can handle some light teasing.Â
âaaâahh! sh-shouto! fuck!â you cry as he begins bouncing you up and down his needy dick. you whimper at the way he throbs inside you and your cunt clenches tightly around himâmaking your husband groan loudly too. âshoâ!â itâs all you can do to look into the mirror at the lewd sight, and embarrassingly enough, it only serves to turn you on even more.
âhmm?â itâs all he can do to hum out a response as he keeps you moving up and down, strong arms moving with ease as he rhythmically rolls his hips up into yours. âwhatââ he hisses from the way his tip hits against your cervix, with nowhere left to go. âwhat is it, love?â he does his best to answer coherently, needing you to be the one fucked dumb first. without a second thought, one hand abandons your hip to slide down your abdomen all the way back between your legs where he began rubbing slow, tight circles against your neglected clit.
âah! fâfuck!â you moan as he soon sets a steady pace against your throbbing bud, steadily working you up to an orgasm, the knot in your stomach tightening.Â
it doesnât take much longer before youâre quivering in shoutoâs grip and whining about how close you were, and he canât help but feel a sense of pride wash over him as he pushes you closer to the edge.Â
as your cunt clenches and flutters around him, shouto feels himself growing uncomfortably close as well, and soon finds himself asking if itâs okay if he came inside.
âyes, please, baby,â you whine and nod your head, one hand moving to entangle itself into shoutoâs hair as he finally allowed you to kiss him once again.
and, with a few more thrusts, you find yourself cumming in sync as the horribly tense knot in your stomach finally snaps and youâre creaming all over your husbandâs cock.
âoh fuck,â he groans, dick pulsing once, twice, before finally squirting his thick, hot seed deep into your womb, leaving you feeling both gross and contently full.
after rubbing your clit throughout the duration of your orgasm, shouto still doesnât stop, even once you began coming down from you high, and you canât help but jolt in his lap from the oversensitivity.
âsh-shouto, you canâyou can st-stop!â you manage to spit out, biting your lower lip as you watch his calloused fingers rub steady circles against your poor clit.Â
âbutââ he pants. âyou onlyâ only came once,â he tries to explain, rolling his hips up into you despite his own sensitivity, desperate to make you cum again.Â
âiâ i know, butââm sensitive, baby,â you try telling him, quickly feeling that familiar knot start to form again. âpleâplease!â
despite your pathetic little mewls, your husband ignores you in favor of your excess pleasure, significantly warming up the fingers playing with your puffy clit.Â
itâs not long before youâre cumming one more time, evening out your total to twoâequal to what you had given your oh-so-doting husband (even if you only went out of your way to actually give him a single orgasmâhe just happened to cum a second time because you felt so good wrapped around him).
âfuck, baby,â you moan, back arching deeply as he slowly lessens the pressure on your throbbing clit. shouto never disappointed you in bed, or in this case, just simply in the bedroom, and for that, you were eternally grateful.
once you were done making a mess around the length of his dick, your back falls flush against his chest, and you both pant heavily for a long moment before either of you are able to recompose yourselves.
afterwards, shouto helps lift you off his softening dick, and into the bathroom so you could piss (always piss after sex, yâall), before going downstairs to get you a glass of water and then returning back to your shared bedroom to wait in your king sized bed. once you re-entered the room, your husband sits up in the plush bed, with his arms extended out to you, your water already on your nightstand.Â
with a smile, you make your way over to the bed, with only slightly wobbly legs, and curl up in your loving shoutoâs strong arms, where he holds you close to him, resting your head against his chest, where you could hear his beating heartâa sound so soothing you were almost lulled asleep by it until you heard the quietest, faintest whisper of, âyouâre so beautiful,â and you canât help the grin that breaks out across your face as you tell him he is too, something shouto has never been too sure of how to process, but over time, as the compliments he received increased, he slowly learned how to handle and accept them properly.
âi love you,â you say in sync, and you let out a little giggle at this before saying jinx! and pressing a kiss to his cheek before nuzzling your head back against his chest and yawning deeply.
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More goo kid and worker drawings for the like⊠one other person who remembers them. If you wanna see my first post and drawings of them plus HCs (theyâre better than these I swear), you can go through the goo kid tag on my blog. And also one shadow kid snuck in
@mjrdm
I guess Iâll sprinkle in a few more HCS
In the third picture I basically just drew my idea of why the goo kid looks like a burnt up hairball covered in tar. They were chased by a worker(s) into part of the factory that had large vats of that weird goo liquid. The worker ended up attacking them, tearing one of their overall straps, and with no other choice, they took the plunge and proceeded to get lost in the sauce. Quite literally.
The goo isnt something that they can just wash off, especially since they kept putting it back on as a way to blend in with the workers. Itâs kind of a part of them now.
The goo ended up blinding them in one eye when they initially fell into the vat
I guess warning for more dark HCs, although I feel like they all align with the darker content in LN
The goo is made up of whatever the workers donât use from the body of a child, oil, tar, melted plastic and other things that you probably donât want to be smeared on your body. After a worker kills a kid, they essentially strip their body for parts like fabric, metal or plastic from buttons, teeth, etc. basically any sort of material they can use. Most fabrics and other materials that the workers canât use are sent up in a dumbwaiter to the chained lady so that she can hopefully find a use for them. Most of the organic parts of the kid canât be used, so they burn them in a furnace thatâs very similar to the one in the maw. It likely has a hand in powering the factory as well. The ash is then processed with some other materials to create the goo. This goo plus some other bullshit or something is how workers are made.
Something something pink sauce McDonaldâs
If you actually look at the factory/stone giant as a whole, a lot of it doesnât actually make sense or should work logically. There are a lot of machines that just shit out their products into god knows where and a lot of them are just needlessly complicated
The reason why goo kid adjusted so well to life in the factory is that they were taken to the nowhere at a relatively young age. The incident with the vat happened shortly after they arrived. They basically grew up among the workers, and while they arenât really friendly towards them, they arenât outright aggressive unless they mess with the machines. They probably see them as a defective worker or something.
All workers have mouths, but not all of them have permanently exposed teeth
Workers are VERY fast and able to react quickly, especially to light, but they do still sometimes get limbs torn off by the machine. All workers are ambidextrous, as in they do not have a dominant hand and can use both with an equal amount of skill, so they usually just use their other hand, but since they sometimes use two tools at once, they might use their mouth to carry it or tie it to whatever is left of their arm. The goo can stick to it, but they will usually tear off part of their overalls (most commonly the leg parts/cuffs which is why a lot of workers have torn short overalls) until it grows back.
Goo kid got most of their food from the upper levels of the stone giant- just eating whatever was thrown down into the trash
Workers do eat- but not for sustenance. They use their stomachs as just a place to store stuff. itâs mainly because not all of them have tool belts or pockets, so they might swallow down some nuts (donât) or bolts or other small objects so they can regurgitate them while working.
Most workers start out decked in the same or very similar clothing (overalls, tool belt, hammer, wrench, etc) but they like to steal from each other, plus itâs a factory setting, and itâs very common for them to get their clothes ripped. Workers do occasionally get new clothing, and while they are somewhat of a hive mind, they do vary in personality, especially when away from others. Some workers also differ visually. They can have all different lengths of hair, unless itâs ridiculously long and gets stuck, which usually isnât a problem though as the goo mats their hair. Different overalls are usually because the person who makes them, (chained lady or the really weird doll with the sewing machine) sometimes use different materials or different styles
Workers are highly flammable, but do not react if set on fire unless the fire is damaging a machine. Unlike shadow kids who are very scared of fire, workers really just donât care. It doesnât hurt them like light does.
Workers are a bit larger than most LN children, itâs just that goo kid is small because heâs younger/just short which might give the appearance in the images of them being a lot bigger
Goo kid wears workerâs overalls but theyâre sinched since theyâre quite short
Workers can climb on all fours on sheer drops while facing downwards since their feet can twist the other way, similar to a few kinds of cats who can also do this
#little nightmares#little nightmares 2#little nightmares 3#little nightmares art#noone the sounds of nightmares#the sounds of nightmares#TSON#the workers little nightmares#goo kid little nightmares#goo kid the sounds of nightmares#the shadow kids little nightmares
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đđđ đđđ đđđđ! bachira, nagi, rin, chigiri
blue lock boys giving you the second button of their uniformâ a way of boys in Japan to express or confess their love for the person they admire. *second button: representing one's love
â± ft. bachira, nagi, rin, chigiri
â± content/warnings: gn!reader, university au, fluff, romance, making out.
â± a/n: my blue lock debut piece! I'd love to write for a lot more of them but since this is my first time writing for the fandom, I'm trying out my skills first with my favorite boys. I really loved writing this one, here's for more!
⥠tags; @tokyometronetwork @blueparadis
⥠bachira
Bachira is a sports scholar of the university, which means he prioritizes his duties in the soccer team over academics. And you were an irregular student, since you came from a different university to shift majors. You have been friends with Bachira since the beginning of the semester because of your shared âweirdâ schedule compared to the other students in your year. When he is in the field, youâre on the benches, waiting for him to finish to attend your special class together, or just simply killing time together at a fast food or park. Bachira genuinely thought that he'd be a loner when he first stepped foot in the university, but you made sure he never was. Which he appreciated in so many ways, so he started returning the favor by tailing you at all times too.
You weren't sure if it was simply a kind gesture, or he was genuinely intrigued with getting close with you. The thing is.. You were catching feelings for the boy. And it will change the course of your relationship. But you were actually the first one to confess.
âFine, Iâll do it.â You turn to Isagi, a mutual friend of you and Meguru. âReally?â He sounded amazed, finally proud that you acted on your feelings towards Bachira. You have been telling Isagi about how you wanted to âconfessâ to Bachira without having to stress on a cheesy message that high schoolers do, until Isagi gave you an idea of giving Bachira your name tag, a form of confession of girls to boys in Korea.
â[ Y / N ], this is for you!â Bachira yelled from the field as he dribbled, then kicked the ball straight to the goal. You smiled at him and stuck your thumbs out to cheer him on. âItâs all going to go well. I think he likes you too.â Isagi said as he stood up. âWho knows, maybe youâll spend Valentineâs together!â He teased before jogging back to the field.
You didnât exactly plan on how you will hand your tag to him. Should you do it like the ones on TV? Call him to a special place and then hand it to him? You tried to think of different places as you walked down the halls, running your thumb over the embroidered letters of your name on the patch.
At the corner of your eye, you spot the lockers outside the gym. You stopped your tracks when you realized that Bachira had one of those. Searching for his name, you slipped your name tag in between the thin gaps of the locker and hoped for the best.Â
That night, you shut your phone off out of anxiety and decided to check it by tomorrow, when heâs probably seen your little gift to him. However, your body froze when his name still didnât show up in your messages. Hasnât he seen it yet? Or, maybe, he did⊠You waited all day for a message, heck, for him to even knock on your door but there was nothing.Â
What if he just didnât know what it meant? Maybe heâll just return it when you see each other again which is⊠in two days. However, when you showed up in the field on Monday, bachira was nowhere to be found. Isagi also mentioned that the boy was barely texting over the weekend, which was the last straw in making you panic.
âI dropped the name tag in his locker! What ifâ what if he saw it and heâs avoiding me now?!â You held onto Isagiâs shoulders. âWait, what?!â He exclaimed. âOkay, maybe I am a pussy for not giving it in personââ You rambled, until you noticed that Isagiâs eyes trailed behind you. â[ Y / N ], someoneâs looking for you.â He spoke. You look at him in confusion before turning to your back. Bachira had just arrived and quietly looked at you, and then went back to Isagi.Â
â[ Y / N ], can we talk?â He finally asks. âYeah, sure.â You were obviously nervous. Youâve never felt this tense with Bachira before, especially when the both of you were dead silent as you headed to the campus gardens.Â
âWell, First of all, Iâm sorryââ For what simultaneously felt like a second and eternity, your mind jumped into the worst case scenarioâ a rejection. However, your mind quickly went back to reality when he continued talking. âThere were lots of clothes in my locker and I believe this got buried at the bottom.â He held your name tag up with a sly smile. âI got sick over the weekend and didnât see it until this morning, so⊠Iâm sorry.â He chuckled.
âOh⊠yeah, no worries.â You casually chuckled. âNo, I definitely made you worried. My bad.â He insisted. You stood for a moment and looked into each other's eyes in silence before he reached for his shirt pocket, and handed you something.
Now that he knows for a fact that you reciprocate his feelings, he was confident. Before he went to you, Bachira called his mom and she gave her just the right push to show you just how much he adores you the same way you did.
You felt your body heat up when you realized it was the second button of his uniform shirt, sitting on the palm of your hand. Bachira had a shy smile as he watched you react to his response. âSo⊠itâs Valentineâs day tomorrow and⊠I was wondering if you want to go out with meâŠâ Bachira thought it was perfect timing and reason to ask you out, something heâd been on the fence for over a while now.
âWell, we always go out, but, I want toââ You reached your hands up to Bachiraâs soft cheeks and offered him your lips before feeling him pull your chin towards him gently and eventually envelop his lips with yours. You kissed fiercely, smiling at each other's mouths.
âOf course, I do.â You whispered and hooked your finger into his belt loop and pulled him into a deeper kiss
⥠nagiÂ
Nagi was quick to realize his feelings for you, especially after Isagi teased him for blushing when you practically threw yourself into him for a hug when the team you were cheering for won the game. He wasnât particularly fond of all the blushing when he unexpectedly meets you in the hallways or trying to speak to you without his heart racing.Â
So he decided on confessing to you, but he wasn't quite sure how. Nagi is a simple man, he wanted it forward, but memorable. The fact that he wasnât sure of your romantic preferences was what makes him nervous and taking quite long.Â
The thoughts of his confession continued to haunt him, he would overthink about different scenarios during practice, and one time he even messed up a level in his game because he thought of you thinking he was too corny. Thankfully, the boys cut him some slack as they understand what heâs going through, at the same time, helping him think of ways to confess and ensuring he is cool enough to pull you.
On the other hand, you were clueless why Nagi started to suddenly choke on his words around you, but you think it was cute. One thing you liked doing for Nagi is watching his soccer matches. He is highly motivated in the field and took the game seriously. But when you walk up to him with a bottle of energy drink after every match, heâs back to being the shy boy, especially when his teammates not-so-secretly cheer and holler at your little interaction.Â
âHey, Nagi? Wanna get something to eat before going home?â You looked up at him hopefully. You lived close to him, but he lived further away from the university than you did. So you often walked each other home for convenience. With the exception of the one incident when Nagi started dozing off and you had to tow him along while he was seated on a skateboard.
âYeah, sure.â
âFried chicken?â You grinned at him. At this, Nagi smiled a little, but said nothing more. You two walked slowly out of the campus, and towards the place. The rest of the time, as you both ate, you spoke about somewhat common subjects like your weekend plans or any antics of his teammates.Â
Nagi was contemplating how he could get the most out of this conversation, despite how much he wanted to hear you exclaim with excitement about your plans. Maybe after all, you were the final push he needed for his confession all along. Your heart felt like it was going to catch fire as Nagi appeared to mirror the sea of emotion that was in your eyes while he carefully listened to what you had to say.
You both finished your meals, Nagi insisted on paying the check, and you left the restaurant into the chilly evening air. âWhatâs the occasion?â You giggle when you put your coat on, and then meet Nagiâs serious expression.Â
If heâs not scared, heâs not taking a chance.
And if heâs not taking a chance⊠then what the hell is he doing?
â[ Y / N ]...â
âYeah?â Nagi now had everything planned out. The dinner was his treat, and tomorrow after class, he'll simply let the button of his uniform speak to you. âIâm going to confess to you tomorrow so wait for me after school, okay?â The anxiety was long gone but most certainly not the honesty. You were equally amazed and perplexed by his words. It was already a confession, wasn't it?
âOi, why are you all smiley?â Nagi still doesn't realize his mistake of blurting out what was on his mind. âBecauseâŠ. You already confessed to me.â You chuckled, looking up at him with a thin smile. âEhââ Nagi recalled the words in his mind and had an internal panic attack. âF-forget what I saidââ
âNo, I refuse to forget that.â You took a step closer towards Nagi before slowly taking his right hand that redeemed all the terror in his system. âTell meâŠâ You spoke softly, toying with the collar of his coat. And so with an exhale, Nagi pulled on the second button of his school uniform before taking it to your hand that was intertwined with his, âoneâs most beloved person.â He decreed.
You felt Nagi's hands raise your chin up, and before you could say anything, you felt his lips on yours. As you moved your lips against his, he waited patiently for your consent before proceeding. At first, Nagiâs eyes were a tangle of turmoil and both of yours were wide with optimism. You move forward towards him and put your hands up around his neck as you close your eyes in happiness.
The risk was worth it.
⥠rin
Three weeks had already passed since you were left hanging by a potential love figure; Rin Itoshi. And up to this day, you still feel like being swallowed to the ground every time you recall the memory. It all started when you happened to share drinks with him at an afterparty, in celebration of the win of their team in the national tournaments.
And with the help of alcohol, you had his number by the end of the night and started talking to him since then. Rin isnât too much of a dry texter like anyone would assume, but definitely isnât talkative either. Your usual greetings and ranting about your professors grew into telling how each otherâs days went, sending pictures of something cool you saw, and even an unexpected shirtless mirror selfie of him in the locker room after a game.
It was like winning the lottery, really. Knowing that other people at campus died to even get his attention.Â
Just when things seemed to go smoothly with Rin, you finally agreed to go on a date together in a simple cafe just around the town. However, when you arrived at the hour you agreed on, he was nowhere to be found. He never arrived that night, nor did you message him ever again; you were too embarrassed and angry to bitch out on him, knowing well that having hard feelings with Rin never ends well.Â
So you ignored him on campus as best as you can. You were doing good with your mission, until the day of your senior trip arrived. You were unfortunately sat next to him on the bus. Rin didnât show it, but he was floored. He didnât dare to spare a glance towards your way, and neither did you. He was the one who stood you up, why is he the one acting smug? Rin remained unbothered and had his eyes peered on the cars and trees passing by, oblivious of the dagger stares you were now throwing at him.
âDo you wanna watch a movie?â He spoke up and offered you an ear bud, still not making sure contact. âOh, so weâre talking again?â You blurt, audibly upset with him. âIâm being nice.â Rin sighed. âI donât wanna watch your stupid movie.â You spat and turned your back to him. âHave fun getting bored for the next four hours.â He spoke smugly. âDick.â You mumbled and threw your hoodie over your head.
Rin knows what you were doing. You had every right to act the way you do towards him, just as he anticipated. He knows that there was nothing he could do about it, so he didnât bother to even plan out a conversation with you. However, He wished that he would have dealt with things differently. You did not deserve to be stood up on that date and it is unfair of him to act like nothing happened. For the first time in his lifeâ Itoshi Rin was conflicted and unsure.
You slowly fell into slumber as the busâ movement rocked you like a baby. However, you shifted halfway through your sleep and fell right onto Rinâs shoulder. He wasnât oblivious of this, but let you get comfortable in his touch anyways. Rin felt tense, startled, even. And you werenât even awake. He was debating whether to rest his head on yours too, but before he could act, the bus was already pulling over at the beach resort you were heading to.
You woke up feeling suspiciously comfortable, realizing where you have been sleeping for the last hour. âThought I had to drag you out of here.â Rin already had your bags in his hand. You threw him a quick thanks before heading straight to your respective room, loathing how you let yourself fall asleep on Rinâs shoulder for god knows how long. He probably thinks that youâre still chasing after him.
Shortly, you were now dipped in the pool with your friends and classmates. You knew you had to emerge when your fingers started to prune. You were surprised that Rin didnât come along, considering that his friends, Aryu and Tokimitsu, were around. You were ready to call it a night until some guys in your year invited you to their room for drinks. Everyone seemed to be headed there right now, but you werenât particularly in the mood for partying.
âIâm gonna have to pass tonight. I hope there's one tomorrow?â You awkwardly smiled at the visibly drunk guys. âCome on, weâll make sure you have fun alright.â One of them spoke and took you by the wrist. âH-hey, I said Iâm fine.â You tried to turn but the other guys were already blocking your way. âScram. Junichi, Keisuke.â A voice coming from the staircase startled the brothers.
â[ Y / N ]âs coming with me. Leave us.â Rinâs first instinct was to cover your soaked swimwear and skin with his varsity jacket. âI totally had that.â You scoffed. âCome on, not even a âthank youâ?â He stuffed his hands in his pockets. âIâm really upset with you, you know?â You blurt with a sigh. âYouâve made that very obvious.â Rin flatly spoke, before breathing out, âYouâre the only one in this university to genuinely get my interest.â âI didnât show up because⊠I wanted to be sure.âHe added. âSure of what?â
He was forward, but you liked how he also conformed into the button-giving confession style. You werenât sure if Rin had picked up on you being a hopeless romantic, but it worked. âBe mine.â Rin said with a heartstopping smirk that showed just enough of his smile, the button to his uniform pinched in between his index and middle finger. You had no words at Rinâs sudden confession.Â
You felt your cheeks heat up as he leaned closer to you, slowly backing you against the wall. âRinââ You whimpered at his touch, but his eyes glistened with adoration and lust, for none other than you. Rin leaned down slowly, his eyes only focused on your lips as he pressed his own softly to yours.
⥠chigiri
The most hesitant. He didn't really feel the need to tell you since he believed that his feelings for you were simply a passing infatuation, nothing more than a silly memory he would laugh about as you grow up. This just gave him the courage to openly express his feelings for you, which seemed to have succeeded given the energy you reciprocated.
However, when his accident happened, it was no secret that it took a toll on his career and relationship, including yours. Yet, it also truly astounded him and made him understand that you weren't simply just a silly crush.
You assisted him with his physical therapy when his family was unable to do so, you didn't get angry when he demanded space, you never missed an opportunity to distract him from his injury even just for the slightest second, and most importantlyâ you treated him in the same manner as before rather than looking at him with pity like other people might have.
You are the calm in the middle of the storm; and something about it just served to deepen his feelings for you. Chigiri believes that you made him better when he was back in the field in no time. However, bittersweet news came when he was offered an opportunity in Blue Lock.
You were often inside his mind during his entire stay in the project; wondering how you fared on your own, and also hoping that no oneâs replaced his place in your life.Â
So when he finished his goals at the project, he wasted no time in coming back home to his family, and you. However, a long time has passed and you have gone off to college in a different city. Chigiri's mother strongly encouraged him to follow suit and get a sports scholarship, considering that the term just started as well.
You missed Chigiri dearly, but proud of all his accomplishments in the Blue Lock project. So when you mother informed you that he had returned and is attending your university, you pulled every string you could to find out which program he took and where the hell he was; bringing you here to room 505 of the boysâ dormitory. âDamnit, itâs real.â The words barely came out of your mouth. Chigiri changed since the last time you saw him; the hair framing his face grew significantly longer, his body grew a more lean frame, and grew some height.
â[ Y / N ]!â Chigiri is floored, to say the least; finding you at his doorstep. He didnât show it, but his heart was racing as you studied each otherâs faces. He had been meaning to look for you but getting settled in took much of his time, but here you were now. âMom told me that you went here and I never really saw you aroundââ
âItâs okay.â Chigiri held you in a big embrace and let you giggle over his shoulder before uttering a quick âHi.â âSo, I heard that you just got in?â You asked âYeah.â âI never knew you were coming home.â You admitted. âWell, we have time before the next cup.â Chigiri explained, rubbing soft circles on your back.
âIâm so proud of you.â You smiled before pulling away. âHow about we get some karinto and Iâll show you around?â You offered. âThey serve karinto here?!â He exclaimed, mouth almost watering at the thought of his favorite dish that he hasn't had in so long. âWhy else do you think I chose this school?â You remarked. âIâll get my coat!â
You didn't seem to run out of things to tell the boy as you walked around the campus while he stuffed his mouth with the sweets. and neither did he; telling you about the friends and enemies he's made inside the project. âEveryone pretty much minds their own business here so youâre free to sleep or cry.â You were at the final stop on your tour and were pointing out the library to Chigiri through the window.
âSpeaking from experience?â He teased. âYes. Simultaneously.â You shamelessly admit, earning a laugh from him. âSo, thatâs about it.â You concluded before tossing the dessert packaging in the bin. âThat was way better than the campus tour the president gave me.â Chigiri mumbled. âYou already had a tour?!â You scolded. âOf course. Iâm a celebrity now.â He winked. âBesides, I wanted a reason to spend time with you.â Chigiri laughed. âYouâre so corny.â You hit a playful punch on his arm. âLet me tell you about the time when an opponent asked me what shampoo I use right before a matchâŠâ
After making another round trip around the campus, you returned to Chigiri's dormitory just as his story came to an end. âSo, this is you.â You smiled as you stopped at his doorstep. âYup. Right where you picked me up.â Chigiri remarked, wishing he could come up with something to stay with you longer. âIt was really good to see you again.â You sighed and embraced him once again.
You almost melted in his presence when he returned the embrace while you felt his muscles hug you delicately. âI missed you.â He chuckled at the sudden affection. âI missed you too.â Your warmth made it impossible to leave. âGood night, Chigiri.â
Chigiri couldnât get himself to open his door without you by his side. All the âwhat ifâsâ haunted him all at once as he watched you walk away slowly. He knows that you have some time together, but he wouldnât let another chance slip again.
So with a deep sigh and a strong pull on his uniform button, Chigiri called for your name.â[ Y / N ]!â
âOh, thank god.â You mumbled to yourself before practically sprinting to the man. âI couldnât stop thinking about you.â Chigiri professed, taking your face in his hands. âIâm scared⊠Iâm scared as hell to want you, but Iâm here wanting you anyway. And the fear means I have something to lose, right? I donât want to lose you.â He stammered and pressed his forehead against yours in a delicate embrace.
âAnd Iâve always liked you.â He opened his eyes and put his button in your own hand. âI like you too,â You gladly accepted his confession before finally closing the gap in between your lips. For a brief moment, he felt relief in his embrace before the kiss turned fierce. Chigiri blindly reached for the door knob before the door gave way and within a second, he already had you pinned on the other side of it.
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a summer in december - grayson hawthorne x reader
wc: 734
summary: love we'll just remember, you didn't think you'd see grayson hawthorne ever again after your fling over winter break, but summer is full of surprises
pairings: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader
warnings: first time writing x reader, probably not that good, use of yn (im sorry I couldn't avoid it), very very light swearing (like once), angsty(ish), no happy ending
tag list: no one yet! lmk if you wanna be tagged in the future!!
You loved the summer. You loved the beach, swimming, vacations, and just having a break. You turned so you could get a tan on your back. You also loved laying on the sand. The beach was quiet, the waves serene and the air clean. It was so relaxing. The sun was hot, but the sea breeze made it bearable. You could feel the heat on your back. You lay with your head down, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of the summer sun. Humming contently, you feel like you could take a nap.
Until some loud-ass family decided to come and ruin the day.Â
You look up, now annoyed. You see a girl with dark brown hair, chasing after a boy with lighter brown hair and green eyes. Another couple follows them. A man wearing a cowboy hat (why a cowboy hat at the beach???) and a girl with blue hair, whoâs laughing. Next was an extremely tall boy carrying a girl with black hair on his shoulders. You softened a bit and were quite frankly jealous of the close group. Youâd only had one relationship before, a fling over winter break with-
Grayson Hawthorne.
Thereâs no way itâs him. Itâs impossible. You hadnât seen him since last winter. You took off your sunglasses, thinking the lighting was playing tricks on you but no, this was Grayson in the flesh. You hated the way butterflies erupted in your stomach looking at him. The way you almost sighed in relief at the sight of no one with him. But you especially hated how he just cast you aside like you were a game.Â
You woke up to Grayson already getting dressed, buttoning up his white-collared shirt and tugging on his pants again. âGray?â you murmur, still groggy. He looks at you, a tight-lipped smile on his face. âSorry, I have to go.â You watch, confused, as he puts on his suit jacket. âGo? Go where?â He had been staying in your hotel room at the ski lodge the whole time you were there together. âI have to go.â You understood now but you wished you didnât. He was leaving. For good. It didnât even seem like he cared. âSo thatâs it?â you ask angrily. âYouâre just leaving?â Grayson looks regretful, but he doesnât deny it. âIâm sorry, but nothing good would come of us together. I did enjoy our time together, make no mistake.âÂ
You were heartbroken. How could he? You thought you actually had something. A bond. A connection. You guess he didnât feel the same. You huffed, laying back down. âGo, then.â You dismiss him with a wave of your hand. Based on his expression, heâs not used to being dismissed. âLeave. But if you do, I never want to see you again.âÂ
That was the last time you ever saw Grayson. Well, until today. Thankfully, he hadnât noticed you yet. You lay back down, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.
Suddenly, you feel something hit youâa volleyball. You sigh, sitting up to look who it belongs to.
Youâve never regretted anything more.Â
Grayson was walking towards you, looking perfect as ever. You hated him a little more for it. That was why the sight of him made you crazy, right? Because you hated himâŠ
He reaches for the ball at the same time as you because of course he did. Your fingers brush and he looks at you. ây/n?â he asks, softly. Your breath hitches at the sound of his voice. You debate denying it, but you know he recognizes you now and wouldnât believe it. âYes,â you reply, coolly. âHello, Grayson.â He stares at you in disbelief for a moment before a voiceâthe boy with the brown hairâcalls for him. âYou good, Gray?âÂ
âYes, one second,â he calls back.Â
âYou should go back to your family,â you respond, tone indifferent. Grayson nods slowly and picks up the ball. He stands up and looks at you for a moment as if waiting for you to ask him to stay. Well, that wasnât happening. You lay down again, putting on your sunglasses and lounging on your back with your arms under your head. You watch Grayson through your peripheral vision as he jogs back to his family, and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. Because of course Grayson Hawthorne still affected you.
And you hated it.Â
Right?
a/n: woo woo! my first x reader fic!! lowk might make it a series if people like it....
requests are open! if i get enough i'll make a writing sideblog!
#venus writes âá°.#the inheritance games#grayson hawthorne#grayson davenport hawthorne#grayson hawthorne x reader#jameson hawthorne#avery kylie grambs#xander hawthorne#nash hawthorne#libby grambs#maxine liu#the brothers hawthorne#the hawthorne legacy#the final gambit
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