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── ϧ𝑒 no honor among kings: chapter 1.ೃ࿔

℘ jj maybank x fem!kook!oc ৴ length: 3k ৴ day of posting: sun, apr. 6

summary: after being publicly snubbed by his father and stripped of any claim to the groff legacy, jj maybank spirals—fast, loud, and vengeful. but somewhere between the smoke and the mezcal, a dangerous idea takes root: if he can’t inherit power, he’ll steal it—and he knows just the girl to help him do it.

chapter content: kook!jj ﾉ not proof read ﾉ language

author's notes: new series! super exciting, I know. here's a little something that I've been working on these past couple weeks. don't worry! i'll still be writing short drabbles and fics between the series postings, this is just something i'm very excited and passionate about. i hope you guys enjoy this series as much as i love writing it. that's it! grab a snack, and buckle in!

if there was one thing jackson maybank was good at, it was disappointing his father. he’d made an art of it, really. from the too-loud parties in their beachfront house to the whispered scandals that followed him like smoke, he never failed to fall short of groff standards. and that was the whole point. he didn’t want the name, didn’t want the legacy. that’s why he used his mother’s last name—maybank—a final middle finger raised in his father’s direction, the one thing he could still control.

it was petty, sure. but it made his father’s mouth go tight every time someone said “mr. maybank,” and jj would take a win where he could get it.

which made today a little ironic.

because after nineteen years of rejecting everything groff, now he wanted a piece of it.

but before the boardrooms and betrayals—before the title was handed to langston fucking groff—jj woke up with his face pressed into someone’s designer couch, the taste of tequila clinging to the back of his throat like regret.

sunlight stabbed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the first thing he registered was the splitting pain behind his eyes. the second was the thud of bass still echoing through the house, like the party had crawled into the walls and refused to die.

he sat up slowly, wincing as the movement sent his skull ringing. someone had scrawled a phone number across his forearm in lipstick. there was glitter on his jeans and someone else’s shoe under his head. classic.

he reached for the warm, half-empty bottle on the coffee table and took a swig, wincing. it wasn’t tequila. it was worse. something syrupy and cheap. he set it down and rubbed his eyes, trying to remember where the hell he was.

then he saw the art on the wall—some abstract horror that probably cost more than most people’s cars—and realized he was still at harlow’s place. or maybe it was diana’s. didn’t matter. they were all cut from the same silk and stitched together with rumors.

jj stood, his joints cracking like static, and padded barefoot across the marble floor. his phone buzzed somewhere in the cushions, but he ignored it. he already knew what it said.

boardroom. 11 sharp. no excuses this time.

his father always texted like a cease-and-desist letter.

jj looked at the clock. 10:47.

well. shit.

he didn’t bother changing. just threw on yesterday’s hoodie, grabbed his car keys, and walked out into the blinding morning like a man heading to war.

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he stood in the back corner of the groff family boardroom, the room his father had once called the "command center of the empire," and lit a blunt he wasn’t supposed to light. the wallpaper had been redone last fall, some hideous deep green that screamed old money, and the table in the center—hand-carved, imported from switzerland, or whatever bullshit origin story his father liked to recite—was surrounded by polished men with thinning hair and black credit cards.

and across from them sat langston groff.

langston.

jj ground his teeth as he took a slow drag.

he could barely look at the guy without wanting to shove him out of his chair. too clean, too polite, too eager to please—exactly the kind of bloodless heir his father had always wanted. the kind that shook hands with donors and never got caught doing lines off a yacht bathroom sink.

“jackson.”

his father’s voice was smooth and empty, like a car commercial voice-over. jj didn’t move from his corner.

“you’ll want to pay attention,” the man continued. “this concerns the family legacy.”

there it was again. that word. legacy. like it meant anything real.

jj took another drag, let the smoke curl out between his teeth. “is this the part where you finally disown me?”

a few of the men chuckled, unsure if it was a joke. his father did not.

“langston will be stepping into a more prominent role this year,” he said, eyes never leaving jj’s. “public-facing. events. speaking engagements. eventually, the board.”

that was it. that was the announcement. jj’s last thin thread to the family fortune—snipped like it meant nothing.

and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered. he’d spent his life swearing he didn’t want it. he’d made a name for himself in parties, chaos, and detentions. he didn’t belong behind a boardroom table.

but still.

still, it felt like being shoved out of a house that was supposed to be his.

jj stubbed out his blunt in a crystal dish that definitely wasn’t an ashtray. “you’re making a mistake,” he said.

“i’m making a choice,” his father replied calmly. “something you’ve never learned to do.”

the words hit harder than jj wanted to admit. because deep down, beneath all the anger and the indifference, there was a part of him that had wanted the damn house. that had wanted the name to mean something because of him, not in spite of him.

he left without another word.

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if his father thought passing over him would humble him, he clearly hadn’t paid attention to the last nineteen years.

jackson groff-maybank—or just jj, if you asked him—did what he always did when he was furious: he got louder, drank more, and made sure the entire island knew about it by sunrise.

by the time he rolled up to rafe’s place that night, he’d already taken two shots of mezcal and told three people at the country club that langston groff looked like he fucked his accountant and cried after. all true. or at least believable enough that people laughed the way they always did when jj was angry and trying to be funny.

rafe’s house was its usual mess—marijuana smoke hanging low in the air, the faint thump of bass from some speaker in another room, and at least four bodies strewn across expensive furniture like centerfolds. jj stepped over a champagne bottle and made a beeline for the sunken living room.

there, on the cream leather couch ward definitely didn’t know existed, was rafe cameron in all his smug, grinning glory. a girl with mile-long legs and bleached-blonde hair was curled up in his lap like a trophy. she was giggling, drunk or high or both, running her hand along his chest like she owned him.

rafe barely glanced up. “took you long enough.”

jj dropped into the armchair opposite him and immediately kicked his feet up onto the glass coffee table, knocking over a half-empty beer can. “you’re not gonna believe this shit.”

rafe licked a trace of whatever powder he’d been playing with off his thumb and looked at jj like a cat who’d already killed the bird. “groff senior finally put you out of your misery?”

jj grinned without humor. “langston. he gave it to langston.”

that earned a laugh—sharp and vicious. the blonde jumped slightly. rafe ignored her. “you’re joking.”

“wish i was.”

rafe shook his head. “christ. that’s insulting even for him.”

“he said langston was ‘dependable.’” jj made finger quotes with a sneer. “because i guess doing coke on a golf course is more respectable when you wear a tie while doing it.”

“sounds like you’re losing your edge,” rafe said, dragging his thumb along the girl's thigh. she responded by kissing his neck, and jj rolled his eyes.

“i’m serious.”

“yeah, so is my dick right now. read the room, maybank.”

jj ignored him and leaned forward, arms on his knees. “i am serious, rafe. this isn’t just about legacy or pride or any of that bullshit. this is about him winning. again.”

“you are him,” rafe muttered.

jj ignored him again.

he looked around the room—the designer furniture, the neon halo of expensive lighting, the way everything here reeked of power that had never been earned. this was what people thought success looked like. this was what his father valued. and jj had spent years laughing at it, spitting on it.

now he wasn’t so sure.

“you ever think about just… taking it?” jj said suddenly.

rafe raised an eyebrow. “taking what?”

“all of it. the power. the seat at the table. doing it better than them. cleaner. louder. our way.”

rafe snorted. “no. i’d rather die pretty.”

jj’s knee bounced, agitated, and the edge of something dangerous curled under his skin. “yeah, well, i’m tired of watching people like langston play king when they don’t even know how to hold the crown.”

“and what, you do?” rafe asked, finally giving him something resembling attention. “you gonna go kiss babies and shake hands, maybank? because i don’t see you in a suit and tie unless you’re attending a funeral or avoiding jail time.”

jj didn’t answer right away. he just looked down at the ring on his finger—a family heirloom his father gave him when he turned thirteen. a pathetic olive branch. he’d considered throwing it into the ocean more times than he could count.

“i don’t have to be him,” jj said finally. “but i can beat him. i just need someone who knows how to play the game.”

and for the first time that night, rafe paused.

it wasn’t much. just the smallest flicker of something—interest, maybe. or something colder. he blinked, and it was gone.

“you’re serious,” he said.

jj leaned back in the chair, fire in his eyes, mezcal in his blood. “deadly.”

rafe looked like he was about to say something else. maybe he was. maybe he thought of her too—kline. leila. but then the blonde girl tugged him back toward her, whispering something in his ear. he grinned and let her pull him down, his interest in jj fading as quickly as it had come.

“good luck with your villain arc, maybank,” he said, voice muffled as he kissed her collarbone. “let me know how that works out for you.”

jj didn’t answer. he was already lost in thought.

someone who knew how to play the game.

he tapped the ring against the side of his glass, the sound sharp and rhythmic.

he knew exactly who he needed.

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by the time jj left the cameron estate, the party had bled into chaos.

someone was in the pool without any clothes on, someone else was puking into a crystal vase, and rafe had disappeared with the blonde into a bedroom that no doubt belonged to his father. the place smelled like weed and chlorine and privilege.

jj walked out into the night with his hoodie half-zipped and a lollipop dangling from his mouth, the mezcal buzz dulling to a simmering throb in the back of his skull. his car—matte black, custom-fitted, a gift from his mother that his father hated—was parked crooked on the curb, wheels kissed up against the manicured hedges.

he got in, slammed the door harder than necessary, and sat there in silence. the cherry sucker melted in his mouth, tongue swirling around the smooth sphere before he bit down on it with a crushing crunch.

his hands gripped the wheel like he could wring something useful out of it.

that was the problem, wasn’t it? he wanted something. for once, he actually wanted something.

not for the thrill of it. not for revenge. but because somewhere, under all the anger and deflection and bravado, jj groff-maybank actually gave a shit. he just had no idea what to do with that.

the thing was—he could do it. he wasn’t stupid. everyone liked to pretend he was, but he’d grown up in those boardrooms, sitting in the back with a game boy while his dad inked mergers and backroom deals. jj knew how things worked. he just had no interest in playing the game on someone else’s terms.

not until now.

and if he was going to play? he was going to win.

but he needed help. not from someone like rafe, who was too volatile and too high to care. not from some nepotism baby with a finance degree and a cocaine problem. no, jj needed someone who was brilliant, relentless, and already neck-deep in that world. someone who understood power because they’d been born into it, but had never really been allowed to wield it.

someone like—

leila cecilia kline.

the name came to him like a reflex. a sharp inhale of cold air.

jj’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

the kline girl. princess of figure eight. she was all pastels and pearls and pointed opinions. sharp as a blade behind that perfectly glossed smile. he’d never spoken to her for more than a handful of seconds—just enough to know she could probably out-debate a politician with a concussion.

she didn’t like him. he was sure of it.

but she wanted power. he’d heard it in passing, in the way people whispered about her behind her back. that she was too much. too bold. that fredrick kline had once called her “smart enough to be dangerous.”

jj could work with dangerous.

he pulled out his phone and scrolled through contacts until he found a number he wasn’t supposed to have. he didn’t remember where he got it—probably from topper’s drunken bragging about how he used to text her during junior year. or maybe sarah. she and leila had been friends once, before sarah bailed on her debutante duties and went full pogue-chaser.

he stared at the screen for a long moment.

> leila kline

jj exhaled, the weight of his irritations not lessening.

everyone in figure eight wanted her. that wasn’t a secret. leila kline was the kind of girl guys talked about like a status symbol—topper used to brag that they almost hooked up, like proximity to her made him worth more. like just having her number meant he’d touched something divine.

jj hadn’t said it out loud, but it pissed him off. not because he believed topper. but because it reminded him that she was out of his league. out of everyone’s league.

she walked through this town like it was hers—and maybe it was. kline stamped across the island like a watermark. her last name was in every foundation, every boardroom, every regulation that kept this place polished and cruel.

and yet, she wasn’t some stuck-up brat. he’d watched her in rooms, read the way she moved, how she spoke—measured, sharp, soft only when it served her. she was a politician’s daughter with a spine made of gold, the kind of girl who didn’t just know her worth—she wielded it like a sword.

she terrified men like langston groff.

jj liked that about her.

it was stupid. it was suicidal, really. but it was also exactly the kind of thing he would do.

jj pressed call.

one ring.

two.

three.

he hung up before it connected.

he wasn’t ready. not yet.

this wasn’t a drunk impulse or some half-baked rebellion. if he was going to do this—if he was going to offer her something—he had to mean it.

and he did.

he just needed to find the words.

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he didn’t go home.

he couldn’t. the groff estate was too quiet, too polished, and too full of ghosts that wore his last name like a curse. the housekeeper would glance up with polite pity, the way she always did, like she knew he was spiraling even before he said a word. and his father?

well. he wouldn’t be there anyway.

instead, jj drove aimlessly, lights blurring past his windshield as he burned a lazy figure-eight around the island. he had the music too loud and the windows down despite the chill, and the now bare lollipop stick kept in his mouth just so his teeth wouldn’t crack from the tension of his jaw.

his thoughts kept drifting back to her.

not rafe. not his father. her.

leila fucking kline.

and it wasn’t just because she was smart. or beautiful. or a better ice queen than half the debs in this town put together. it was because she never once gave him the satisfaction of reacting the way everyone else did.

he’d pushed her buttons. once. a year ago. some fundraiser at the club where she was stuck playing the perfect daughter, all pearls and posture, and he—being himself—had cracked some joke about her last name being the reason she got into yale.

she’d looked him dead in the eye, sipped her drink, and said, “you wouldn’t know an ivy league education if it hit you in the face with a lawsuit.”

and then she’d smiled. so pretty it hurt.

he’d never forgotten it.

because that was the thing about leila—she didn’t try to be better than everyone else. she just was. and that burned worse than the disappointment in his father’s voice or the taste of cocaine on a bad night.

it made her untouchable. untouchable and undeniable.

and now, even in this chaos—especially in this chaos—she was the only person who made sense.

jj pulled up to the marina and killed the engine. the air smelled like salt and gasoline and something old. familiar.

he got out, leaned against the hood, and stared out at the water. dark and endless. kind of like the thoughts racing in his head.

because maybe—maybe—this wasn’t just about sticking it to his father anymore. maybe this wasn’t even about langston groff or the board or rafe or the business.

maybe this was about wanting to burn it all down and rebuild it into something he could actually stand to look at. something dangerous. something his.

and if he was going to do that, he needed leila.

not just because she was smart. or connected. or a name with weight.

but because she was the only person who wouldn’t let him get away with bullshit. the only person who might actually force him to become someone worth taking seriously.

which terrified him.

and maybe, in some fucked-up corner of his mind, thrilled him too.

jj leaned his head back towards the night sky and exhaled slowly, eyes half-lidded, everything forgotten but the proposition he’d make kildare’s princess come morning.

tomorrow, he thought.

tomorrow, he’d go to her with something she couldn’t refuse.

a name, a seat at the table, a crown neither of them were ever supposed to wear.

tonight, though, he let himself imagine it—just for a second. not his father’s empire. not the groff legacy.

his.

built on ashes. dressed in gold. run by a maybank and a kline.

let them try to stop him.

𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

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wxxpingangxls · 1 year ago

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Dirty Diana

+synposis; once again, your husband is too busy for your 16th annerversary, and to add to your dismay, your pipes have bursts. so now you have to call the local plumber to help fix your leaky pipes...

+content/warnings; black reader but no explicit description, age gap( Gojo is 26, reader is 47), whiny Gojo, needy reader, teasing, multiple rounds, creampie, reader is a MILF, Gojo's divorced, slight power play, reader is more on the dom side, Gojo is smitten over reader, oral - fem receiving-, cowgirl

+pairings; Firefighter!Gojo x MILF!black fem reader

being married to a business man who was constanlty at work was fun at first. with yearly strips to ski resorts and monthly weekends away to the smiling and tropical coast. but after your two children had gone away to college and your third and fourth were in the last years of highschool, you became lonely.

"i know i know, i promised but you have to understand that the meeting was pushed back and we still don't have the arrangements for the business trip. i promise i'll-" you cut off the phone before he could make another empty promise. you huffed, groaning as you faced the cold dinner you'd made for the two of you. it was the first meal you ever made for him when you guys first moved in together and unsurprisingly his favourite.

you walked back into the kitchen to pour yourself more of that special wine you saved for this day. you stared at the sink for a bit, letting your mind drift off, the empty night sky bringing tranquility to your mind. however, amoung hearing the sound of rushing water, you looked down to see water from the bottom of the sink rushing to your feet.

you quickly scurried to the far side of the room, silently cursing under your breath. Your house slippers were soaked. you grabbed your landline to phone your local plumber. much to your dismay, he was all booked out for tonight and you couldn't wait until the morning, however he mentioned something about phoning in the local fire station as most of the men were trained to deal with plumbing issues.

you placed your full wine glass down upon hearing the door bell ring. you checked yourself in the mirror hanging on the wall, running your hands through your hair and wiping the lip stik off the side of your cheek, making sure you were decent.

"uh…ms Y/N?" the tired man asks, his eyes hanging low as his peered at your appearance. to say you were an attractive woman was an understatement. your hair hung in loose curls that framed your face and your light blue nightgown accentuated your body shape. your baby blue silk robe seemed to flow and shift in elegance and grace. "this is she, are you gojo?"

"yeah... satoru gojo. i heard you've got a leaky pipe." he gestured towards the toolbox he carried with him. he shlyly followed your lead into the kitchen occasionally leering down watching your ass through the light fabric of the robe, his own shoes thumping to the beat of your own, matching house slippers clicking against the tiled floors.

"just what i thought, a loose pipe." he said grunting as he reached for his wrench. "you want sum' to drink, gojo?" you asked shoving the half empty wine bottle in his face. you were bored, alone and borderline drunk.

he chuckled before shaking his head. "drink on the job? nah, no thank you," he sat up before he looked down and huffed. "oh come on, it's terrible drinking alone," you whine, slightly slurring your words, trying to convince the sexy young man to say a little longer. his sunken blue eyes bore into yours suspiciously. "you're alone? i thought i saw to dinner plates on the dining table," a sour expression immediately replaced your hopeful one.

"oh right. it's my anniversary, but my husband got 'caught up' at work again," you huffed out annoyed.

"you're married?"

"why are you surprised?"

"m'not...just asking," he shurgged.

gojo thought for a while. ever since his divorce, he hadn't come home to a freshly made meal. however he was here strictly for business and he needed to remember that. "well, if your husband isn't here, why let the food go to waste?" he smiled cheekily at you. your eyes lit up. it had been months since you'd ate with someone else. he smiled to himself as he watched you grab the dinner plate and popped it in the microwave. "and about that wine, why don't you pour me a glass to go with it,"

"my eldest was an easy baby. look, she didn't even cry when we pierced her ears," you pointed to the old picture of your daughter as gojo reached over to see your child in her infant years.

"wish i could say the same. last time i saw my girl, she was always crying," he laughed light-heartedly before becoming silent as he saw your puzzled expression. "divorce. my wife got full custody," he shrugged, running his fingers through his hair white hair.

“you’re divorced? you’re pretty young…what age did you get married?” you asked inquiringly.

“i was 19, between me and you, i didn't know what i was thinking," he replied.

you didn't pry further. you moved over to his side, rubbing his shoulders as you bent over, silently reasaurring him. "i'll get more wine. here lemme take your plate," you whispered, taking the empty glass from his hand, your breath lingering around the back of his ear.

as you scrubbed the plate clean, you felt hot breath fan against your neck. "gojo, what are you doing?" you gasped as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist.

"don't act like your legs weren't rubbing agaisnt each other the minute we sat down," his lips moved up and down your neck sensually, moving in a rhythm that had you dripping through your laced panties as he groaned in response. "gojo, we shouldn't, its not right..." you protested, however you made no attempt to get away from his grasp, even as his grip tightened. "i'm a married woman,"

"married to a man who doesn't love you enough,"

"what do you know about my relationship?" you questioned hastly.

"well, for one, you never mentioned a husband yet your all dressed up waiting for company of some kind,"

"hmm, your smart for such a young person," you giggled, feeling caught out.

"you're so under appreciated in your own home. if i were your husband, you'd never feel alone again," he sighed in your ear before planting a kiss behind it. you whined as you subconsciously rubbed against his throbbing bulge. "goj-"

"call me satoru, please," he spun you around with one hand to face him.

his chiselled face moved closer to yours and for the first time you could smell his cologne. hints of sandalwood, spice and jasmine tickled your nose in the most sensual way. your eyes locked for a moment, before you looked away. it had been so long since you'd felt the touch of your husband let alone a man. the sexual tension increased with every second you guys took staring into each others eyes.

he soft lips brushed against yours as he looked you in your eyes, your foreheads touching. "if you don't want this, just say the words. say the words and i'll leave right now. this would be our little secret," he whispered. you searched his eyes, but all you saw was a sparkle. a certain sparkle he hadn't had in years. a certain sparkle you haven't seen in years.

his warm tongue swirled in your mouth as his hand cupped your aching cunt. his other hand was at the back of your head as the two of you sloppily made out. your hands cupped his face, caressing it in your soft hands. you groaned into the kiss as he pressed a finger against your clothes clit. "m'gonna make you feel s'good," he whined as he broke the kiss, moving down to your neck. you whined as he pulled his hand from your underwear. he took of his jacket revealing his broad shoulders and wide chest hidden beneath a white wife beater. his veins popping out with every movement he made. "come here," he whispered eagerly holding out his arms for you to jump in. he lifted you onto the counter, his tender lips somehow making their way back to yours again.

you watched eagerly as he lowered himself, face to face with your dripping hole. "look at you. she hasn't been fucked in weeks, has she?" he sniggered as he watched your face drop. he'd gone from a well mannered service provider to a man with a fucking filthy mouth. maybe you'll keep him around longer.

your thoughts were interrupted by a warm and wet tongue lapping against your clothed cunt. "gojo...!" you squealed instinctively reaching to grab on his hair and shut your legs around his head. he laughed at your reaction, the vibrations stimulating your cunt further. he simply just ripped your legs apart with his big strong arms. "keep still f'me," he demanded. you whined but nonetheless followed his instructions.

his mouth reattached itself to your sopping pussy as he continued lapping. he made sure to suck and nibble on your throbbing clit even through your lacey blue panties. you groaned as his fingers moved to play around and rub your slit. you huffed, your sensitive pussy twitching around an empty space. your legs started to twitch as he moved his fingers towards your clit, rubbing firm circles. "wow, you close already? so filthy..." he whispered condescendingly. "satoru...!" you pulled harder at his hair as his fingered moved faster.

your legs began shaking as it became too much too quickly. "what is it, baby? you gonna come for me, yeah?" he watches as you gasp and attempt to close your legs around his hand. but he was just too strong. you gasped as he moved his hand, leaving on the edge of your orgasm.

"what the hell?" you shot up from the counter. "be patient. i said i'd make you feel good, didn't i?" he raised a brow whilst unbuckling his cargo pants and dropping his drawls. they fell to the floor as his hot bulge made your pussy leak even more. "fuck..." he sighed, finally getting his dick free. curly white pubes dusted his pelvis. he pumped his cock a few times, smearing the pre-cum all over.

he pulled your panties off, slick sticking to your foiled panties. his thumb and index pulled your lips apart, watching as your stringing arousal stuck them together and your hole clench around the cool air. "how long since you been eaten out, babe?" he asks.

"what?" you sigh, too cock hungry to register his question. your whining gave him all he needed to know. he clicked his tongue before wrapping his lips around the sore bud. his large hands held your thighs open, as wide as they could go. you squealed as his tongue lapped against your cunt.

the only time he broke away was to spit on your filthy hole, watching as it dripped down to your clenching asshole. he was sloppy. and messy. and loud. he groaned in encouragement, making sure to make a mess out of your sopping cunt. "yes satoru! just like that... m'fuck! you're so good for me..."you cried out in ecstasy as he brought his mouth to your clit again, this time making sure to suck hard. he shook his head from side to side, eliciting a high pitched moan from your mouth. "satoru!" you moaned out loud at the stranger in your home from the sensitivity of it all.

"fuck...sator- m'so close" he groaned his response as your brows furrowed and your eyes glossed over in bliss. your hips buckled against his mouth despite him trying to hold you still. "stop squirming, pretty lady," he grumbled. "look at the way she's talking to me. she's just begging to cum," he squinted before bringing you right into his mouth again and holding you there. "come on baby," he spat on your cunt before diving in further. "wait- wait- sat-oru..." you wailed, attempting to push his head away.

your cunt wasn't used to the stimulation of being sloppily eaten. the sensitivity was getting to you fast. tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes as you began sniffing. his grip tightened on you as you squirmed harder. your legs shook and twitched around his head.

"gojo! slow down, please!" he smiled as he watched you writhe in his tight hold. your stomach tightened and your breathe hitched. your toes started curling as you arched your back and pulled his hair for dear life. your held your breath as you came all over his face. "yeah...that's it, just like that," he watched as your legs spasmed and your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled mindlessly out of your mouth. "fuck..." you slurred slowly coming back to your senses. he pulled away and closely watched you come down from your high as he slowly rubbed on your sore clit.

"hah...that was s'good..." you breathed.

"i told you i'd make you feel good," he whispered as he took your hand in his and took your shaky figure into the living room. his large hand wrapped around your waist. he sat upright on the sofa beckoning you towards his lap. you sat in between his open legs. "ride me baby, show me how much you've missed having a dick inside of you," he leered at your figure towering over him. you discarded the silk robe and kneeled over his stiff cock.

"now, baby, you ever been ridden so good, you're holding back tears?" you stare into his eyes for a bit. he smirked before rubbing your back. he saw the determination in your eyes, his face dropping at the realisation. "no..." he finally huffed out.

"well you know what they say. there's a first time for everything," you took his hefty cock in your hands, pumping it a few times before sinking down.

you winced in unison, your tight walls squeezing on his throbbing dick. he was thick and girthy. hitting you in all the right places. he had you drooling already. he tapped you thigh, breaking you from your dicked hungry state. "wow, you really haven't been fucked in a while," he chuckled cheekly.

"you know, for someone who can't handle me, you really are mouthy. you know what happens to mouthy boys?" you snickered.

"what..?" he replied, his lips pursing in anxiety and trepidation.

"they get punished, for having a sharp mouth," as you were speaking, you could feel his hips slowing shifting, trying to gain some friction inside your warm walls. "uh-uh, i'm not done with you," you grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks together.

"please...i'll-i'll be good, i'll shut up!" he pleaded.

his negotiations were pathetic to say the least. you hummed in acknowledgement, your own juices leaking down in eagerness.

you started grinding your hips, experimenting with different paces. his hand remained on your hips, before you started to bounce up and down. "thank you..." he sighed, watching your body move up and down, fucking yourself on his aching cock. "you like that, yeah?" you asked, steadying yourself by holding his shoulders. his hand moved down to your ass before landing a heavy handed smack. he rubbed on the sore skin, before squeezing it in his hands. "fuck yeah, i love it," he whined, his hips buckling.

you laughed breathlessly however your pace never faltered. his grip tightened as you began to gain in speed. your gummy walls gripped on his eager dick, clenching tightly. you gasped upon feeling his cock meet your hips. your wet cunt made it easy for kento to thrust up into you and he made sure you knew.

"hah...fuck satoru..." you cried looking down at him. his eyes were glossed over in a cloud of lust and hunger. "you feel so good, thank you!" his fingers moved towards your clit, rubbing firm circles on the bud. he noticed the shift in your pace as your legs started trembling slightly.

"keep going, come on," he huffed sexily moving the hair from his face, with his free hand. you winced as his pace quickened. "fuck, keep squeezing me like that," he whined, throwing his head back. "fuck Y/N..." his fingers continued to play with your clit while his other hand landed another sharp slap onto your ass.

your eyes rolled into your skull as his hips angled towards the spongey spot deep in your cunt. "fuck!" you whine. your legs buckle as he watches you fall. "oh you like that?" he chuckles lowly, visibly taken aback.

"yes yes yes! fuck satoru!" your eyes roll back as his pace quickens. he fucks himself into you hissing every time you clench down on him.

"gojo, m'close!" you gasped, your grip on his shoulders tightening. he watched from below as your face contorted into that of bliss as he kept hitting that same spot. "just like that," your cunt squelched with every thrust he had to give you. your tummy churned as his dick pummelled your gummy walls. your slick was running down your leg as you let out babbles and moans of pure nonsense. you legs began to spasm as you started drooling. "whose pussy is making you feel good?" you said through breaths.

"huh?" he whined too pussy whipped to comprehend anything. you grabbed his face in your hands so his eyes were on you and no one else, "whose. pussy. is. making. you. feel. this. good?" you said firmly in between breaths.

"yours Y/N, your pussy makes me feel so good." he wailed loud enough for neighbours to hear. "there's a good boy," his large arm wrapped around your waist, holding you still against his hips.

your babbles increased in pitch and your legs grew limp. "you close baby?" you asked raising a brow.

he nodded eagerly. "use you words f'me. tell me how bad you wanna cum,"

"uh huh, uh huh, want it so bad ms Y/N!"

your toes curled and uncurled as gojo kept his hips at the angle that had you coming undone. "yes fuck, there's a good boy...!" you babble out nodding your head, tears stinging in your eyes.

"fuck, you're too tight, loosen up f'me," he whined, his hips were stuttering as he tried to move but you were just too tight. you were too fucked out on his hefty cock to even acknowledge his comment. "Y/N, you need to relax.." his voice became higher in pitch as he continued to thrust into your tight hole.

his thrust became sloppy and inconsistant as his legs started to spasm. "m'gonna cum," he huffed, thick cock throbbing inside of you. "do it inside pretty boy!" you instructed.

"inside? you want it inside? what if you get pregnant?" he stammered.

"dammit gojo, just cum inside me!"

he nodded feverishly, sniffling as tears from over sensitivity started to sting in his eyes. his hips stuttered one last time before he came in your sore cunt.

his eyes rolled back as he huffed. his arm around your waist tightened as he began to pull out. your cunt oozed with a mixture of your slick, cum and his cum. "yeah, that's it...look at that. i'm just leaking,"your filthy mouth was back at work as the creampie ran down your leg.

he slid his tip between your folds smearing the mess everywhere. his thick cock left your aching hole gaping as he kissed your forehead. as you leaned in to kiss all over his face, the landline rung. "i'll go get the phone," you sighed that such a sensual moment was being ruined.

"hello?"

"hey honey, how would you feel about a trip to a resort in Bali for a week?" your husband suggested as an apology for missing your anniversary. you thought for a moment before facing the firefighter in your home. he lay on the sofa, smiling goofily to himself, with one hand placed behind his head.

"sure, why not."

"and again, i'm sorry i missed our anniversary, i won't happen again." he chuckled from the other side of the phone. you did start to feel guilty about sleeping with another man when you have a hard working husband, but then again, your own husband was out having his own escapades with various other women you weren't aware about. "i'm sure i won't," you replied slyly before hanging up the landline.

you walked over to the nasty fireman before sitting back in his lap.

"round 2?"

"i thought you'd never ask..."

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Teen Titans Reading List (Pre 52 Only)

Silver Age/Early Bronze Age(Humble beginnings, the stories are really really fun in my opinion, its a good starting point if you wanna know how the team got together, see where the teen titans started out its not for everyone but i love it! )

1964-1973

Brave and the Bold #54

Teen Titans: Year One #1-3

Brave and the Bold #60

Showcase #59

Solo #7/2 "Doom Patrol vs Teen Titans" (just a fun short story)

Teen Titans: Year One #4-6 (if you wanna skip silver age and you dont wanna read that stuff just read teen titans year one and you'll be fine)

Teen Titans Vol. 1 #1-18

Teen Titans Spotlight #21

Teen Titans Vol. 1 #19

Brave and the Bold #83

Teen Titans Vol. 1 #20-33

Brave and the Bold #94

Teen Titans Vol. 1 #34-39

Brave and the Bold #102

Early Bronze Age (I still consider this part of Silver Age as after these issues the series goes on hiatus as this was the 70s and comics were really not doing well during this time period you could conceptually jump here but i recommend jumping at the 1976 revival either way.. this is very very short)

Teen Titans Vol. 1 #40-43

1976 Revival/Bronze Age (the short lived revival of the series, the art is really really nice and introduces you to Titans West who are important to Lilith Clays as well as Gar, Bumblebee and Heralds characters you could jump here if you genuinely want too it gives good context to the Titans break up that leads into NTT)

1976-1978

Teen Titans Vol. 1 #44-53

DC Special Series #11 (1978)

Showcase #100 (1978)

Brave and the Bold #149 (1979)

New Teen Titans Era (One of my favorite eras, Wolfman and Perez do what Chris Claremont was doing with X-Men he revitilazed the Teen Titans it is definitely considered the gold standard, and was DC's most popular book at the time of its running outselling Superman, it is iconic and is really just one of my favorite runs I highly recommend jumping on here..)

1980-1984

Legends of the DC Universe #18 (1999) (just a good raven issue and prequel it is not needed)

New Teen Titans Vol. 1 #1-20 (1980)

Tales of the New Teen Titans #1-4 (a really good mini that is a good way of knowing the characters more)

New Teen Titans Vol. 1 #21-27

New Teen Titans Annual Vol. 1 #1 (1982)

New Teen Titans Vol. 1 #28-#34

New Teen Titans Annual Vol. 1 #2

New Teen Titans Vol. 1 #35-37

Batman and the Outsiders #5

New Teen Titans Vol. 1 #38-#40

Tales of the Teen Titans #41-44

New Teen Titans Annual Vol. 1 #3

Tales of the Teen Titans #45-58

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #1-5 (1984)

Wolfman Era Continued (George Perez Leaves about the time Crisis on Infinite Earths kicks off to write the series this era starts off ok, but like Legion of Superheroes after Crisis, sales did start to slightly tank, when the title changes to The New Titans it begins to get very very bad)

1984-1988

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #6-9

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 Annual #1

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #10-12

Crisis on Infinite Earths #1-9 (You do not need to read Crisis just know Kole dies in #12 of it)

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #13-14 (Crisis on Infinite Earths Tie Ins,you dont need to read it as a whole just know Kole dies in it)

Crisis on Infinite Earths #10-12

Post Crisis

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #15-22

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 Annual #2

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #23-32

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 Annual #3

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #33-46

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 Annual #4 (reminder since this is post crisis.. Diana was no longer Dianas sister as Wonder Woman was rebooted.. i believe its in 48 or 49 where they make it mentioned she has never met wonder woman)

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #47-49 (Stop!! DONT CONTINUE AFTER THIS!!)

The New Titans Era (We kick this era off with Donna Troy Origin Fuckery.. good story tho.. Wolfman admits he wished this had never happened and that they could've been able to keep it as it was before.. you can tell he loses a lot of passion in this series and as a result the quality slips, due to many circumstances Editorial meddling, slipping sales etc. it becomes... awful!)

1988-1992

The New Titans #50-59 (1988)

The New Titans Annual #5 Batman (1940) #440-442 & The New Titans #60-61 (Lonely Place of Dying)

The New Titans #62-68 (GO BACK! GO BACK! BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!!)

The New Titans Annual #6

The New Titans #69-78

The New Titans Annual #7

The New Titans #79-86 (You have begun to reach the point of no return dont say i didnt warn you!!!)

The Bitter Painful End of the Wolfman Era (You can tell he is tired and washed af in these issues... this is your final warning you're fine? you sure? ok!!! here's evil Raven below so you know what you're in for!!)

1992-1996

Deathstroke The Terminator #1-13 (1991)

The New Titans #87-89, Deathstroke The Terminator #14-16, Team Titans 1-3

Titans Sell-Out Special #1 (1992)

The New Titans #90-93

Team Titans #4-6

The New Titans #94-96

Team Titans #7-10

The New Titans #97-100 (You have reached your death penalty these issues are painful to read) The New Titans #101-114

Team Titans #11-24

The New Titans #0 (this is probably where the run begins to pick up again in quality a little bit.. with a whole different fresh line up.. i unironically start enjoying it again i understand if its not for everyone tho)

Roy Harper takes over as the leader in short in #114

The New Titans #115-123

The New Titans Annual Vol. 2 #11

The New Titans #124, Green Lantern Vol. 3 #65, Darkstars #34, Damage #16, New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #125 (The Siege of the Zi Charam)

New Teen Titans Vol. 2 #126-130 (If you had made it this far... kudos to you!!!)

Teen Titans (In 1996 Dan Jurgens created a new teen titans run unrelated to the Fab Five or The New Teen Titans, this followed a new team of heroes all spearheaded by Loren Jupiter from the original run there are actually many references to the original run and also reunites the Fab Five in an arc, all in all it is its own thing it also is the series that introduced Argent)

1996-1998

Teen Titans Vol. 2 #1-11

Teen Titans Annual Vol. 2 #1

Teen Titans Vol. 2 #13-16

Robin/Argent: Double Shot #1

Superboy/Risk: Double Shot #1

Supergirl/Prysm: Double Shot #1

Impulse/Atom: Double Shot #1

Teen Titans Vol. 2 #17-24

Young Justice/Titans Era(The 1999 Revival!! Titans are back after going through 90s hell!! and we also get Young Justice both Titans 1999 and Young Justice are really really good i definitely recommend both)

1999-2003

WF3: World's Finest Three (Superboy/Robin) #1-2

Robin Plus Impulse #1 (1996)

Young Justice: The Secret #1 (1998)

JLA: World Without Grownups #1-2 (1998)

Young Justice #1-4 (1998)

JLA/Titans #1-3 Titans Secret Files and Origins #1 (1999)

Young Justice Secret Files #1

Titans #1-3 (1999)

Young Justice #5-8

Young Justice 80-Page Giant #1

Titans #4-20

Young Justice #9-12, Supergirl Vol. 4 #36, Young Justice #13, Supergirl Vol. 4 #37

Titans #21-30

Wonder Woman Vol. 2 #153

Young Justice #14-19

Young Justice: Sins of Youth #1, Young Justice: Sins of Youth Secret Files #1, Sins of Youth: JLA Jr. #1, Sins of Youth: Aquaboy/Lagoon Man #1, Sins of Youth: Batboy and Robin #1, Sins of Youth: Kid Flash/Impulse #1,Sins of Youth: Starwoman and the JSA Jr. #1, Sins of Youth: Superboy Sr./Superman Jr. #1, Sins of Youth: Wonder Girls #1, Sins of Youth: The Secret/Deadboy #1,Young Justice: Sins of Youth #2

Beast Boy #1-4 (1999)

Young Justice #20-40

Titans Annual #1

Titans #31-50

Young Justice #41-44, Impulse #85, Robin Vol. 2 #101, Young Justice #45 (Sins of Youth)

Young Justice #46-55

Titans/Young Justice: Graduation Day #1-3

Geoff Johns Era (In this Era we get Geoff Johns' Teen Titans Run, as well as Judd Winicks Outsiders run, which I will count here, Infinite Crisis happens, and theres some emotional stuff, I enjoy this era although for Titans personally again im biased as it was one of my first Teen Titans runs, and I love Geoff Johns, Judd Winicks Outsiders is a good read as well, i'll definitely include Infinite Crisis cause Conners death is important to latter issues, and the titans do have a bigger role in it then they do in the first crisis it is an optional read but just adding it)

2003-2006

Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files 2003

Teen Titans Vol. 3#1-16 (2003)

Teen Titans/Legion Special

Outsiders Vol. 3 #1-19 (2003)

Teen Titans Vol. 3#17-23

Outsiders Vol. 3 #20-24

Teen Titans Vol. 3 #24, Outsiders Vol. 3 #24, Teen Titans Vol. 3 #25, Outsiders Vol. 3 #25

DC Special: The Return of Donna Troy #1-4 (2005)

Teen Titans Vol. 3 #26-28

Infinite Crisis #1, Teen Titans Vol. 3 #29-31, Infinite Crisis #2-3, Teen Titans Vol. 3 #32, Teen Titans Vol. 3 Annual #1 (2006) (my favorite issue!!), Teen Titans Vol. 3 #33, Infinite Crisis #6-7

One Year Later (Geoff Johns does write for a little bit longer leaving the title entirely at 46, Sean Mckeever takes over, Cassie and Tim are the only two cour four members left and we get yet another new line up! Eddie and Rose are the best characters in this)

2006-2011

Teen Titans Vol. 3 #34-46, (47 is a countdown tie in and 48-49 are amazons attack tie ins.. skip those they're awful)

DC Special: Cyborg #1-6

Teen Titans Vol. 3 #50-61

Titans East Special #1

Titans Vol. 2 #1-4 (2008)

DC Universe: Decisions #1-4

Titans Vol. 2 #5-10

Teen Titans Vol. 3 #62-68

Terror Titans (2008) #1-6

Faces of Evil: Deathstroke #1 (2008)

Titans Vol. 2 #11, Teen Titans vol. 3 #69, Teen Titans Annual (2009), Vigilante Vol. 3 #4, Titans Vol. 2 #12, Vigilante Vol. 3 #5, Teen Titans vol. 3 #70, Titans Vol. 2 #13, Vigilante Vol. 3 #6 (Deathtrap)

Teen Titans vol. 3 #71-74

Final Crisis: Legion of 3 Worlds 1-5 (Bart and Conners resurrection)

Titans Vol 2#14-18

Teen Titans #75-76

Titans Vol. 2 #19-20 (Do NOT Read Past this.. every Titans 2008 issue becomes unreadable after 20.. just pretend they do not exist)

Teen Titans Vol 3. #79-87

Teen Titans Vol. 3 #88-89, Red Robin #18, Teen Titans Vol 3. #90, Red Robin #19, Teen Titans Vol 3. #91, Red Robin #20, Red Robin #20, Teen Titans Vol 3. #92, Red Robin #21

Teen Titans Vol 3. #93-100

Anyway Happy Reading!!!

And TITANS TOGETHER!!

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