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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Not only are you drunk on a Friday night, but you’re a drunk, closeted succubus who is, unfortunately, under the care of the hot neighbor under your roof! Would you ruin the mood if he found out about your little secret? You don’t even wanna know!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab/fem! succubus reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! reader + Toji are neighbors - age difference; reader is in late-20s + Toji is mid/late 40s - crushing/mutual pining - drug/alcohol usage - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping) - Daddy kink - sqǔitïng - anal play (m! receiving) - 69 + backshots + spooning + cowgirl positions - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - creampies - praise kink - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie) - implied marathon sex - mention of drool/spit, tears, and cum - not proofread; will do l8r.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: pulled this story out of my ass; I literally spent a whole single DAY dedicating to writing it. please enjoy, and tysm for 11.9k loveliesss ☆ love and appreciate u all !!

“…shit.”

There’s no way.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit—”

Of all days for this to happen.

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

Tonight was already an eventful night, with the full moon shining brighter than the stars. Life has put you so fast in a whirlwind that you can’t recall the last time you permitted your body to unwind. Can you blame yourself, though? From moving to a new neighborhood and scoring a new job, things have kept you undeniably busy for the past few months. And not too mention,  it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit and lacking a drive for social interaction. 

That’s precisely why your old college besties – Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki – pulled you out of your hideyhole and encouraged you to join them this Friday night to have some fun! “C’mo~n, lighten up! No more thinking about work or whatever; have some fun!” “Yeah, y’know you’re my biggest drinking buddy. Now, hurry up and share this cocktail with me!” The ladies pressure you to relax and enjoy the start of the weekend with some good drinks and delicious food. And, you hate to admit, it worked like a charm – the longer the hours went, the more you felt free as if all the weight holding you down had been lifted.

The only problem is, like all good things, that it had to end and that you had to go home. Now check this out: 1) you left your car at home because, again, you were rigorously dragged out of your abode by your college companions. 2) You were all pretty much drunk, enough for neither one of you to drive on the road. And 3) you guys are in the city, and catching a lift is not only a gamble but SUPER expensive! Guess that’s what you get for choosing a Friday night to free-ball.

However, when hope was lost, and you wouldn’t be in the comfort of your bed tonight, you received a text on your phone, and you could practically hear the angels sing in the heavens above!

Recent Message from: Neighbor Fushiguro

Yo. You home? I’m out in the city picking up stuff for the house. Need anything?

Thank God for neighbors, am I right? The chances of someone you know being within the same vicinity of you may be low, but never zero! Did you feel bad that you texted back saying you needed a ride back to your house? Sure. Did you feel extra bad when you asked a huge favor for him to drop your friends off at the nearest hotel? …Yeah. 

But luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. The only thing you had to endure was him teasing you about your little outing (with the help of your friends in the back of his truck) and your tipsy persona. “Never took you fr’ one who drinks.” He scoffs while putting you down on your couch after slinging you over his shoulder because you complained about your feet hurting. Damn heels! “Neither one who gets drunk.”

“It wasn’t my fauuu~lt,” you whine with a significant stretch while your neighbor roams around. “My fwiends, they forced me to–hic–to do it…”

“Mm, do your ‘fwiends’ always push you over to do things?” He shouts from the kitchen; you can hear cabinets opening and closing. 

“When you’re the youngest of the group, they do.”

“Well, maybe I gotta get to know ‘em so they can push you into goin’ out more. And maybe you can quit avoidin’ me when I invite you over.”

“I don’t try to avoid you!” You sprout defensively. “And quit teasing me, Toji! You’re supposed’ta be on my side; I’m the victim here.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say.” Heavy footsteps draw nearer to where you are, and your heavy eyelids open to see a hand stretching towards you with a glass of water. “I’m here takin’ care of ya now, aren’t I, lil’ victim?”

A smile pulls your lips as you take the glass. “Thank you,” you express before a sip, and your neighbor lifts your feet to sit on the cushion beside you. 

“Y’re welcome,” he places your legs on his lap, grabbing the remote to turn on the television. 

You haven’t been in this neighborhood long enough to say you have friends. Don’t get it wrong; everyone you contacted has been lovely and friendly, and some have opted to help with your move! But aside from the casual greetings in the morning or the nods of acknowledgment, you barely know people who scratch the surface of acquaintanceship. Not to mention, it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit. 

…But, there is one neighbor you could say you’re pretty close with. Someone nice. Someone dependable…Someone attractive that you’re on a mission not to stare too much.

Toji Fushiguro lives two houses down from you across the street. Remember I mentioned you had people assist with your move? This widowed, middle-aged man was one of the nice handymen who aided you and your friends with your boxes and heavy furniture. You remember it like yesterday, seeing this brawny man stroll up your driveway on the sunniest day of June. You nearly mistook him for an Olympic athlete. 

“So, y’re the one movin’ ‘round here?” The calm baritone of his voice was unforced. “Nice to know there’s a cute face on the newbie. Need any help?” It’s how he asked – so sultry and alluring you almost spaced out before nodding absentmindedly to his request for aid, hoping he didn’t notice you watch how the scar of his lip moved as he spoke. “Welcome to the neighb’rhood, kid.” Rarely do you have butterflies running amok in the pits of your guts, but they were challenging to deal with that day. 

And it doesn’t get any better from that day forward. No matter how hard you wished not to run into this immediate crush of yours, he would somehow wheedle his way into your path. It started slow, exchanging hellos or good mornings whenever he left for work or you took the garbage out. Then came the “Want me to do y’r lawn fr’ ya?” or the “House down the street’s havin’ a little barbecue, wanna get to know people?” You thought moving away from the busy city life would die things down. However, Toji making your head race every chance he gets wasn’t a move you could envisage. Think about how you felt the day he asked for your number to keep in contact “fr’ emergencies…or if ya need anythin’, shoot me a call,” how your heart jumped to your throat! Oh, the girls never stopped teasing you when you told…

Nonetheless, you can’t deny how much help he’s been. Well, outside of that, just being a great neighbor all around. Besides being an absolute succor, he’s an outlet you can come to for anything. Whether for the house, the community, or just personal conversations, Toji’s someone you can admitlingly say you’d depend on. With trust built from day one, sharing pieces of yourselves to break down barriers, it’s safe to say that he is undoubtedly a friend who made your decision to move a worthy risk.

…Yet, what’s even more risky is being alone with him, something you do everything you can to avoid. Why? Look at him! Would you trust yourself to be anywhere with this man alone? Of course not! This is why tonight is the riskiest night you’ve ever bestowed upon your drunk self.

“You got somthin’ to say?”

“Huh?” You perk to reality, anxiousness filling you once you realize you had been staring at the man. “N-No, I’m sorry.”

He stifles a snort, grabbing your feet to massage them from the pain. “Oh, wanna act quiet. You were all bubbly in the passenger seat with y’re friends. Now y’re all shy because y’re stuck with me, huh?”

“T-That’s not true!” A lie; he was right on the mark. Your heart has been beating nonstop once he sat next to you. “It’s just that…I’m sorry for making you drive and pick me and the girls up.”

“Nah, don’t apologize,” his focus is on your feet as he kneads and rubs the sole of your foot. “Told ya I was around the area doing some shoppin’, so pickin’ ya up on my way back was easy.”

You take another sip of your water. “Shopping?” 

“Mm, my kids are down here for the weekend, so I had to go out fr’ a bit and grab shit fr’ my daughter.” Ah, yes, Toji is a father; you remember him telling you about his two children in college, a junior and a sophomore. “They’re at the house right now; saw ‘em after I dropped stuff at the house before bringin’ ya home.” 

You hum. “Sorry for stealin’ you from them for a bit.”

He shakes his head with a humorless laugh. “Please, they probably don’t even know I’m gone. They’re big kids. Plus,” your breath hitches when emerald eyes trail to you. “Now I get to finally have you all to myself, no curvin’ me and whatever this time.” 

“I’m not tryin’ to curve…”

“Yeah, yeah.” He goes back to massaging your feet.

“…Thanks again, Toji. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Your abdomen flexes at the use of the nickname. “You know I always got you…Say, did you hit y’r head somewhere?”

You blink, eyebrows furrow. “No? Why?”

He points to his temple. “Because I see like a lump right here.”

You mirror his movements, your hand touching the spot he’s pointing. And your fingertips meet with a lump on a location that sparks too much familiarity. You gasp aloud and cover the lump with your hand, the other covering your other temple. 

Oh, no.

Black eyebrows knit together. “You okay?”

Play it cool! “Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! You’re right; I probably hit my head somewhere while out.” You take this time to remove your legs off the comfort of Toji’s lap and stand up from the couch. “I’ll put something on it to stop the swelling.” You can also sense something aching down your lower back at that moment. Oh, hell no!!

“Ya sure? Need me fr’ any—“ 

BZZZZ!! BZZZZ!!

Toji’s cut off from the vibration of his phone in his jeans, pulling the device out to see that someone called “Megumi” was calling. Good, a distraction!

“N–No, no, I’m good from here.” You say through gritted teeth, the alcohol taking effect and making your stance a little buzzy to uphold. “J-Just stay here, I’ll be back!” You don’t even wait for his approval, turning on your heel and heading out of the living room to the stairs. Your body feels wobbly with every step you take, but you don’t pay it any mind because you can feel the lumps beneath your palms increasing. “God, please, not now, not today…!”

You march as fast as you can to your bedroom, nearly stumbling on the floor as you haul ass to your bathroom door. You do a terrible job watching your footing fall after rushing to turn the lights on, and stuff from the counter falls because of the impact. But you didn’t care, shuffling up so you could look at the mirror. And the sight you see fills you with immediate dread.

Horns are the first thing you see from either side of your head; the tips curl as if to form a crown but point to the ceiling. Your eyes are no longer human-like, pupils shaped like slits as if morphing into a reptile. And your ears get horizontally pointier.  “…shit.”

You then lift your skirt and tear a hole in your pantyhose above the hem of your panties, and your fear quadruples at the sight of something long and slithery protruding out of the hole. A long tail with a pointy end; you lose your mind. “Shit, shit, shit, shit—”

It’s then you realize why this is happening: you had forgotten to take your daily supplements that are meant to subjugate these features of yourself. You’ve been taking them for the longest time before you moved into this neighborhood, so you’re used to your typical human facade. Now, seeing these parts of yourselves is the very LAST thing you need right now! 

And then something hits you, an unsettling feeling that you’re too scared to confirm. Your eyes travel down to your shirt, your hands hesitantly pulling the bottom tucked into your skirt and lifting to reveal your navel. You then tug the top of your skirt to expose a spot you’re honed in on the mirror. And the urge to scream grows tenfold once you see a black marking on the lower part of your belly. 

A womb tattoo!?!? 

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

“YO, HEY!” And just when it couldn’t get worse, you hear Toji coming up the stairs and beelining for your open bedroom door. Wait, no— “I heard screamin’ and a big ‘boom,’ you alright? Where are y—“

Your neighbor stops dead in his tracks once he appears in front of the bathroom opening; his concerned expression shifts to an immediate neutral deadpan. He stares at you, and you stare back at him, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. A ring fills your eardrums, dissociating from this entire scene and all its complications.

You want to cry. Maybe scream, throw up, or just straight up die on the spot. 

Because this wasn’t the night for someone to find out you’re a succubus.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…”

“…”

“…So, what are you?” 

Not even concealing your face in your pillow can hide you from the eventual questions of Toji, who sits idly on the corner of your bed. You cringe internally, never thinking this dilemma would befall you. The point of moving was to turn a new page in your life and leave the past behind with the city. Now, you are shriveling on top of your bed like a moody teenager, and your neighborhood crush is here to witness your depression.

“…What happened to your phone call?”

“It was my kid. I told him to lock the door since I’ll be out a little longer. Don’t try and deflect,” his blunt answer has you descend further to your inner turmoil. “How come I never seen these horns before?”

You sigh heavily; there’s no point in trying to divert now. “…I take supplements that hinder any features of my succubus appearance so I can look like an average human for the rest of the day.”

“Daily?” He sees you nod through his peripheral. “Succubus…the hell’s that?”

“Basically, I’m a demon that…that…” Yeah, no, let’s not finish that. “Never mind.”

“Bullshit. Tell me.” 

“D-Don’t worry about it, it’s not—“

“Look here,” he speaks to you with a stern tone, a hand coming to your waist to shove you a bit. “I went ahead and picked y’re drunk butt up, made sure ya don’t puke up a storm, and now y’re here looking way different from before. The least you could do is explain.”

God, to be lectured by a human – totally humiliating…! “…I’m a demon that gets energy from…se–….sexu, uhh………..sexualactivitywithhumanbeings.”

The silence that trails after your ramble is beyond awkward. 

“Oh.”

…

“Oh.”

God, just kill me right now!

The older man forces a cough. “So, you…have sex every day?” You can practically sense the tiny hint of discomfort from prompting that question.

“W-Well, I used to when I was younger. But I haven’t really…done it in a couple of years.” Jesus Christ, why is it so embarrassing to admit to someone other than yourself? This is the literal worst! 

“Is that bad?”

“It’s, uhh…It can be?” 

“So, why haven’t you done it?”

“Because…!” You snap your face out of your pillow and finally allow yourself to breathe correctly. “I just…I don’t have time like I used to anymore, and using my powers to make people forget afterward can get tiring. Also, the more times I do it, the more my drive gets intense from the last. The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

“…Well,” Toji turns to face you. “Have you ever had the urge recently?”

“I-” Woah. That question came out of nowhere, almost answering it without proper consideration. “Wh–What do you mean by that…”

He shrugs. “Like—you know what I mean—like, even though you try to suppress it, do you still have those urges to do…ya know, it?”

Things get a little uncomfortable here; now you wish you kept your face in that pillow. Tojo’s gaze on you is distinguished — gentle yet stern, matching his demeanor. He's calm and calculating and is waiting for your response to his strangely personal question. 

“I…I, I don’t know.” It was another lie.

“Why’re you lyin’?”

“I’m not…!” Toji clicked his teeth with a face.

“Fine, answer me this then. Have ya ever thought of doin’ it since ya moved here?” 

Yup, this question was far worse than the other. His words echo inside your noggin, bewildered with every syllable relaying. And the widowed man lifts his brow from the lack of an instantaneous answer. You open your mouth, but words fail to aid you, your tail shying away behind your shadow. “I-I…I don’t—“

“Ever thought of me?”

“Toji!” You shout defensively. Sure, it might’ve been out of line to ask. However, it’s the fact that he’s breaking your exterior with every question — because of how on-the-mark he is. You could never prepare yourself for that inquiry, the heat on your face growing more unbearable. How could he know of the frenzy he puts you through just for existing? 

“I’m not dumb.” You peep Toji, turning his torso and facing his entire front in your direction. “You think I don’t notice how often you try to push me off when I invite ya over or know when y’re lookin’ at me when you think I’m not aware’?” He dents the bed with his added weight, and you forget to breathe, watching him inch closer. “Or act all shy and cute when I got you to myself?” 

You gulp, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling of Toji’s palm on your thigh. There have been countless nights where you’ve thought of your neighbor more than once, indulging in fantasies you could never speak of to a soul, especially Toji himself. To let the man know of the dirty things you’d want him to say to you, the names you wish him to call you, the erotic things you’d like him to do to you — death is the only option necessary not to let that happen. Unfortunately, he seems to have a good idea now that he’s cornered you like this, and you’re too stunned to utter a word.

“It’s okay, though,” he whispers low now that he’s close to your face, and you have to hold back on letting out a yelp when his hand comes to hold your face, his index finger toying with your sensitive earlobe. “‘Cuz I love it when y’re all timid, can’t even look me in the face…Like now.”

You try to avert away from him, but his thumb brings your chin back to him. “Toji, please,” his name feels forbidden to say all of a sudden. 

“Tell me ‘no’.” His nose brushes the tip of yours, and you chew your lip. “I’ll stop right now and leave, let you deal with this y’reself��Or,” he ghosts to your ear, and you quiver. “I’ll stay with you and treat you to what y’ve been scared to ask fr’.”

“Toji, wait,” Fuck, you can’t remember the last time you had your ears so keen, his breath brushing it enough to compel you to meltdown.

“Say ‘no,’ princess.” You’re locked under his forest-green orbs, and you swear you could hear your heart hammering your chest. “Or I’ll treat you right tonight.”

Perplexed eyes can’t move anywhere else, and your lips are wet from licking them without knowing. Is this really happening…? An inquisition you had no time to answer for yourself once Toji closes the gap, centimeters nearer with every millisecond.

I…can’t…

His face draws near, and your eyes reflex to close. 

I don’t…want to…

Toji pulls you in for a gentle kiss; your thoughts radio silent after the contact of his scarred lips on yours. No shot. Your neighbor was kissing you right now — there’s no way!? This had to be a dream…! This is truly a wild night: not only are you tipsy to the noggin, but your neighborhood crush has found out your secret, and now you’re kissing that exact crush in your room?? Your muscles go tense at what is occurring. 

He peppers your lips with kisses, forced to catch up with him as he claims your lips, a palm snaking to the back of your head to keep you steady. He licks your bottom lip, chewing gently to prompt the softest gasps out of your mouth. “C’mon, baby,” he coos to your sensitive ears. “Relax wit’ me.” You nearly melt at the lick of your helix as his free hand courses from your chest to your waist. The brush of his fingers onto your tail makes you jolt. 

“Toji, wait,” you mutter under your breath as he nibbles on your pointy ear, your hands gripping the back of his black wife beater. “D-Don’t; I’m so sensi—Nmmm…!” Jesus, the moan you held back! Toji trails his mouth to your chin down to your neck to suck on your skin. And your lower half throbs harder. “Ahhh…hahhh…”

He returns his lips to yours; this time, his tongue runs on your teeth vigorously to seek entry. You submit after a chew to your bottom lip, whimpering as the older man inserts his wet muscle to greet yours. Surreal, isn’t it, to be tongued down by your neighbor? You don’t know whether it’s the alcohol, the twitches between your inner thighs, or the flick of his tongue and the sound of his purrs that have your face getting hotter. 

And fuuuuuuck, he’s such a good kisser — scratch that, he’s an AMAZING kisser! You’re practically turning into putty in the palm of his hands as he lips you, tilting his head to a proper position with a soft push to your face as he deepens the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, and you mewl, helplessly quivering when he teases the muscle with nibbles. Your waist has a mind of its own while it sways involuntarily, rocking as you sink into the zealous kiss. He’s not overpowering you in any way; if anything, he’s so overwhelmingly comforting, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, and soft noises of lips smacking and breaking apart bounce one after the other.

Then, you shrill unexpectedly. “…!! Mmahhh! T-Tojiii, d-don’t—don’t touch…Haahhh…”

“Oh? Well, lookie here.” Your ears perk at Toji’s chuckle. Unbeknownst to you, distracted by the intense kiss, your neighbor sneaks his hand under your skirt and touches your private zone shielded by your pantyhose, fingers pressing up on your vulva area. “All we did is kiss, and ya already got your panties wet?”

Embarrassed? Of course, it’s been so long since you were touched like this and out of practice. Now, your repressed emotions start to crumble out of their straightened form the more Toji’s middle finger rubs on your panties. And let’s not even mention your thighs motioning to ride on the digit, your dignity starting to disintegrate. “Ohhh, Toji…”

“Mmm? What is it, sweetie?” He nuzzles to your neck after licking and sucking on your chin. “Feelin’ good down there?” He curls his middle and forefinger to push. “Got ya all excited?” He receives a confirmed hum. “Tell me how y’re feelin’.”

You gulped thickly, your breathing shaking. “I-I’m feeling—shit…” he laughs lowly at your swearing. “Nnnm! You’re making me feel…so hot.”

“I can tell, you’re twitchin’ like crazy right on my fingertips.” His fingers move into a circular motion, and your mouth goes agape. “Fuck, man…Hey, hold on, I wanna do somethin’.”

Toji removes his fingers from under your skirt before you can tell, the heat between your legs going tepid as he withdraws from your figure to lay his back on the bed. But before that, he unzips and loosens his jeans to his butt. A noticeable tent of his boxer briefs has your lips locked to each other, and your eyes widen when he subtracts the material. Just when you thought this night couldn’t get any more crazier, you are awake to witness the display of Toji’s erection in real-time. 

How long has it been since you’ve seen a real-life, living, and breathing dick before your eyes? You honestly can’t recall that; the responsibilities of human life have made you grow numb to your demon necessities that it no longer feels innate. However, the sight of your crush’s solid, girthy, excited cock is marveling. How your mouth waters as you ogle at it is borderline humiliating, eyes glued to the uncut tip.

“Like what ya see?” He asks smugly, kicking his jeans and briefs off and slapping his thigh. “C’mere, mama.” Oh, fuck, the quirk of your insides was unavoidable at his comment, primarily as he guides you closer to him. “Let’s warm up.” You yelp as he effortlessly moves your legs to where you straddle him. He pushes your skirt up to your waist, and you can hear the tear from your pantyhose. His thumb comes to slide your panties to the side, and he whistles. “Damn, lookin’ all pretty and wet fr’ me.” 

It’s either the fact that Toj’s dick is inches in front of your face or your bare pussy out in the air in front of him; either one of the two has your mind going in a whirlwind. And it all comes to a standstill the moment you sense something wet and firm glide across your labia, and it takes everything in you not to tremble. “Mmm, oh, fuck,” he groans after licking your cunt, throwing in another lazy one to have you holler. “It’s been so long…Shit.”Toji’s hands curl from your legs to cup your asscheeks, keeping your butt near him to lap his tongue around your chasm. You whine as he licks you down, your teeth clattering at the sensation. 

Oh, my God, your head begins to ache. It feels so good, your body finally coming back to the groove of things as you move your butt around. The man under you quickly latches his mouth onto you, a firm grip on your ass to keep you in place for him to service you. Speaking of service, your eyes flick to the erect limb before you, your mouth salivating with the run of your tongue across your teeth. Fuck, it looks so good; you admire internally before inching your face close to the length, your head getting dizzier from the sheer size and musk. Damnit…I wanna taste him so bad…!!

“Go on, dollface,” Toji gives your butt a playful smack. “I know ya need this bad.” 

God, he’s so right — you need this; there’s no point in denying anymore. You blow on it before placing a tender kiss, noticing how it pulsates as your hand wrings around the shaft. You lick your lips before pecking at the uncircumcised tip, and Toji’s hold on you goes tighter. He’s sensitive, you note. Adorable. You stick your tongue out to swirl around the cockhead, bathing it with your saliva before you inhale it with a delighted hum, gradually warming up your loosened jaw.

Fuck, the taste of a cock — something that felt nostalgic the moment he graced your tastebuds. Your eyes water a bit, trembles rocking your figure as Toji sucks on your wetness, and every inch you intake fuels the haze that fogs your brain. You stroke and suck him simultaneously, a forgotten method that rekindles now in this moment. You coat him with your spit the more you relax your jaw, slurping him unapologetically as if a different part of yourself takes over. 

On the other hand, Toji feels the same way. It’s been way too long for the widowed man since the last time he has been intimate with someone, let alone have a bare ass right in front of him. It’s no secret that he’s had the hots for you once you moved here, but having you on top of him like this is like something out of his wet dreams. The way you murmur cutely as you suck his dick turns him on so bad, a guilty pleasure come true as he drinks your nectar off your damp naked folds. His tongue teases around the entrance of your vagina before pushing it in, fucking your opening with his wet muscle. You cry on his girth, your tail cringing in the air from the stimulation. He spots it and grabs it from the base; how your lower half jolts to the grasp is humorously darling to him. So cute.

The minutes go longer as you two keep pleasing each other, and a soft whimper escapes your lips when you release Toji from your lips, lips plastering long and sweet kisses on his shaft as you massage the tip. Your other hand palms and kneads his ballsack, the jerk of his thighs rewarding to see, so you increase the pace of your hand.

“—Thhh, nmm!” Toji curses from behind, sluggishly licking from clit to your slit while succumbing to your touch and mouth. “Shiiit, just like that, baby, suck me off like t—Mmngh! Christ, I’m gonna..fffuckin’ cum…”

But then, you remove yourself from Toji’s member, the cold air instantly blanketing him. Green eyes blink as you move off of his lying body, observing you bending over with your face to the cold sheets.

“Toji,” you plea to him desperately, hooded eyes shining eagerly. “Please, I need it…Here,” you spread your ass, fully exposing your slit wet from your fluids mixed with his saliva. Jesus, you were heathing as if you were in heat. “Do it here, I need it inside…!”

You had the man shook; the cogs in his mind stopped working briefly. The picture of you presenting yourself like this to him was unexpected, but goddamn, did it turn him on astronomically! Toji stands on his knees and advances to you, removing his tank top and discarding it to the floor. “Yeah? You want it that bad?” You nod impetuously. “Words, sweetie. Need you to tell me what to do.”

“Toji, pleeease…!” You wiggle your ass until he cusps it, kneading your flesh lovingly to the point that your tail curls around his forearm. “Please, put it in, I wanna feel it…!”

“Yeah, is that what my princess wants?” You and Toji bite your lips when he aligns his tip to your inner labia, teasing you with grinding motions. “Does my demon baby want Daddy to mess y’r insides that bad?”

Oh, we’re playing that card, too? Holy shit, you were getting so wet from this! “Yess, Daddy, pleasee! Mess me up with that dick, wanna be filled up right nooww…!”

He can’t hide the proud grin. “Good girl. Here,” Toji begins to push the cockhead to you, and your lips flatten at the wince of pain that accompanies the push. “Stay still, and lemme reward you,” his hips move slowly in your direction, you grip the sheets to prepare yourself, and your nerves are dialed to a plane of exhilaration you can’t regulate. Oh my God, is this happening? He’s gonna fuck me? So many thoughts cloud your mind, too excited and anxious for what’s to come because it’s been so. Damm. Long. How’s it gonna feel? Is your body ready enough? How does Toji feel about this; is he just as nervous as you a—

Your train of thought is brought to an abrupt halt at the sensation of Toji’s tip finally inserting itself into your vagina, too absentminded that your open mouth couldn’t say a word. Oh, fuck it’s in, it’s in! Your eyes widen, your muscles tense, and your voice struggles to cry. The older man continues to add himself leisurely, the length sundering your slit and stretching your opening as you take him inch by inch. Your back arches instinctively, wailing silently as you can feel the foreign limb intruding your tightness, quick quirks of your frame as he rubs your velvety texture. Ohhhh, my God…!!

When he slowly starts to rut into you, recurring waves of rapture hit your nerves every. Single. Time! You’re entire body is rocked to the core with every short yet gentle pound; the feeling of Toji’s veiny cock scrapping your channel has you shivering. And once he’s encouraged to push his entire member until the very hilt, you yelp aloud when the tip kisses your womb. “—Oooh??!”

“—Mmngh!” Your quick spasm surprises Toji. “Ohhh, shit, there it is. Hmm? Is this where ya want me, mama? Want me right…here?” He snaps his hips swiftly, the rushed movement and hit to your cervix knocks you winded. And another, you keep wringing his shaft acutely. “Ahhn, God fucking damn i—Iisshhffuck, fuck, I can’t, gonna…Hnghh!”

Toji’s body shudders above you, bucking into your warmth with a jittery pattern. The prolonged reaction of his orgasm claims him now, succumbing to the silky, tight texture and how well you’re grasping onto his girth. He comes inside you, moaning as he ejaculates earlier than expected. You sense it, humming to the immediate filling. So warm, so full of his cock already that your toes curl. 

And Jesus Christ, it felt so. Fucking, Good! You were no longer drunk from the alcohol; now, you were intoxicated by the prowess and pleasure of Toji’s dick. 

“Hah, haaaah, fuck,” he throws his head back with a hiss, his abdomen relaxing from the earlier flex. Then, your tail glides up from his abs, feeling up on his skin and roaming on his happy trail. He snickers at your feline-like comportment, “Heh, actin’ all cute now that you got what ya wanted, huh?” You say nothing, bashful to his words, while your tail curls up to his chin. “Don’t go quiet on me now, dollface; I heard you squeaking and moanin’ seconds ago.”

Toji then returns to rut into you despite recovering from his climax, furled to have you shrieking uncontrollably for him. The smacks of his pelvis recoil the flesh of your ass, his come stuffed inside you now glued to his erection as he rocks into you balls-deep. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s right, baby,” he grabs your tail and wraps it around his hand to pull; you scream louder, and your vaginal walls clamp tighter than ever. “Arch more fr’ me, enjoy me—nmm…!—fuckin’ you real good.”

The pull of your tail makes your senses hypersensitive, perturbed by the stress of it being pulled, yet the enjoyment you feel from it is too inexorable to comprehend. Coherent sentences double down to undecipherable babbles, “—Daahh, hoohhfuuc—D-Daddyyy, Daddyyy…!!” Tears well up in your eyes as he inflicts blows to your ass, the pain too quick to prepare for yet the sting enough to make you rigid. “—Too much, ish t’oo muuuch…!”

Another smack to your butt, and you howl once again. “Huh, ya say that, but y’re milkin’ my cock like crazy.” He bends down to remove your hands that try to hide your face and horns with the pillow. “What, ya don’t like this? Hmm? Want me to stop?” 

“No, nooo!!” You shook your head immediately; your vision blurred for a few seconds. “I loveee iit, I love this, love Daddy’s diick—Ahaaa!! More…I want moreee!” Fuck, this is bad; any more than this, and you’ll be addicted for sure.

“Good,” he whispers to your ears. Good Lord, you weren’t going to survive. “Because I ain’t done wit’ ya yet, princess.”

Before you can register his sentence fully, Toji straightens and lays on his side behind you, lifting your leg to create a suitable angle. He then plunges into you harder and faster, the different positions helping the sporadic cadence achieve deeper penetration while scraping your upper wall with ease. At this point, your body is too hot and sticky to care about anything else outside this room; your head pounding and too misty, your senses corrupted by the constant pokes to your cervix and the increasing haze that you don’t feel human anymore. Your succubus roots flourish, drool escapes your lips, and wanting nothing but this feeling to remain ceaseless.

“Gahh, ohhhDaddyyy, ahhahh,” eyes roll to your skull at the brush of your sweet spots. “Shhoo good, I fweel shoo gooood…! Harder, hardeeerr!” 

“—Khhck, goin’ as hard as I fuckin’ can!!” Toji kisses your cheek after a lick, chewing on it after hearing you mewl submissively. “Jesus, this pussy, out of this fuckin’—Nnngh…world.”

You turn to him and claim his lips, and he reciprocates into your steamy kiss. Vulgar tongues exchange spit and encroach on each other’s mouth, and you helplessly suck on Toji’s after he shoves it, your puffy lips intaking the attractive noises he makes. And you slither a hand down to your clitoris to swipe erratically while your tail goes around Toji’s waist and curves into the crevice of his ass. Suddenly, Toji stiffens at the pointy end of your tail, tickling his anus, and the raven-haired man gasps at the insertion. Too stunned to speak, he can only move his hips rapidly, his white-ringed shaft digging deep into you with the help of stimulating his prostate. 

“—Taahhh, y-you, lil’ minx…!” He breaks the kiss and bites your lip to hear you whimper. “Tryin’ ta make me cum again?”

You nod, breathing heavily. “Ohhh, Daddy, I’m so close…! Gonna come!”

“Me too, mama, me too…” 

Hot moans and groans fly out of each other’s mouths, bodies stuck to each other as you both chase for release. Everything feels so fast, so hot, happening all at once; all you can think about is the grinding presses you push up on your delicate clit. Fuck, fuck! It’s coming, it’s coming…!”

Then, it arrives. Your cunt, aching for the climax, receives the crescendo you’ve been aching for this entire time. The walls of your vulva contract around Toji’s member, milking and wringing him as you come loose to your grounding. A clear liquid exerts out of your urethra, showering out to stain your panties, torn pantyhose, and bedsheets, your breathing losing its steadiness and falling to a jagged tempo. The same goes for Toji, who falls into his peak along with you; your fluttering folds force him to submit and release his second load into you with a hiss. The older man’s heaving frame keeps bucking into you until every drop fills you to the brim, burrowing his face deep into your neck to rest as the shocks rock you both.

Finally, everything goes quiet. The cozy atmosphere pulls you out of your heightened elevation and lays you down with silent clarity. Both you and Toji, sweaty and sticky all over, are still linked to each other as the high dissipates. Shuddering figures begin to calm down and fall at ease with the tranquility.

Toji kisses your neck, and you croon until he comes to lay his lips on yours for a tender peck, then on your soft cheek and your temple. He then removes his flaccid bulge, white fluids oozing out of your hole. “Damn, that was good,” he mutters breathlessly. “Hmm, how ya feel—“

The onyx-haired man couldn’t finish his question because of the sudden change of positions you abruptly conducted. He now lays on his back with you straddling him; the calm tone switched to an unexpected spiking mood. 

You then hand grab his dick and arrange it back to your raised hips. Viridian orbs widen. Wait. The tip meets your labia once more before you descend it down. What the f—hold on— And then, his cock is swallowed back inside your wetness, and Toji grits his teeth.

 “Sh-Shit, sweetie,” Toji’s hands come to your waist. “What’s up, aren’t y—“

“Sorry, Toji,” the man surveys with confusion, watching you strip off and throw your shirt somewhere. Your naked chest is now out for him to see, and his breath hitches when you place your hands on his pectorals while a span of bat-like wings springs out from your back. “…That wasn’t enough.”

Wasn’t enough?? He repeats with furrowed brows, noticing the half-lidded, lustful expression and the sharp dents of your canines. Then, it hits him: 

“The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

…Oh, shit. “Wait, we can talk about—“ You get your answer once you bounce on his cock without notice, Toji nearly choking on his tongue. Nope, no room for prattling.

“You let out so much, made my mind go so crazy,” you grind your hips on his pelvis, squeezing his limp cock while it gets firmer and firmer. “Feel so good…More, I want moreee…”

“C-C’mon now, baby, can’t we take a break for a minute at least—“You bring your face an inch away from his.

“Daddy,” your neighbor shudders at the gentle kiss you place under his chin. “Please take care of me like you promised, ‘kay?”

Your gaze lured him in, a trap he was foolish enough to fall for. Because now, he’s stuck under your bow as you begin to inflict an inescapable rhythm, rebounding on his erection until the base meets your folds. Choked groans suppressed by Toji, but take his lips with yours, enforcing a loving yet salacious spell with your satisfied moans. Now, your crush realizes you weren’t the meek, adorable neighbor he dotes on. 

Tonight, he was yours to play like a fiddle…And shame on him for getting way more turned on than he should be!

Wow. Guess I’m dyin’ tonight.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I should be fuckin’ dead right now.

Toji knew something was up when his eyelids opened, and his emerald eyes scanned the ceiling, instantly recognizing that he wasn’t in his master bedroom. The rays of sunshine are blocked from the curtains, yet the light of day crawls in and basks the room in a low glow. Chirps of birds outside greet him on the basking of a new autumn day, lying comfortably in the cold, silky sheets of the bed.

He wakes to a bit of a headache, mentally and physically groggy. Attempts to move are already tricky and aches all over his body keep him grounded in the mattress. Ugh, feel like I’ve lost all feelin’ in my legs; the man can’t even lift one leg without a grimace. And even his arms are challenging, one so oddly heavy as if it’s nailed down. 

“Fuck, man.” His first words of the day are a curse, irritated by the drum of his head. He tries to lift himself; again, it’s not possible, agitating the man even more. And why the fuck is my arm so hea—

He doesn’t finish his sentence — the answer reveals itself once he turns his head to the left. 

He sees you, surprised to view you in your natural form still. Horns have grown a little larger, yet still small enough for you to rest your cheek on his shoulder. You were sound asleep, faint snores picked up by his ears as he examined your face at ease with a peaceful slumber. Nude, the both of you, a hand wrapped around his left arm to stick close to you while the other is stationed at his chest, your bat wings shriveled together to not get damaged. And judging by the snake-ish feeling, your tail was curled around his bare thigh. 

Strangely innocent to see after the events of last night flash into Toji’s recollection, funny to match such a lewd scenario to such a sweet face. He stifles a laugh, placing his right hand on the vulnerable one on him, his thumb caressing your knuckles as he grasps your fingers. Suddenly, some of the soreness he harbors feels light — glad I ain’t dead, I guess.

Your eyes jit behind your eyelids, a soft groan as you suddenly move and scrunch your face. Finally, your drowsy eyes sheepishly flicker open. Lidded gaze fighting the spell of sleep with every bat of your eyes.

“Mornin’, gorgeous.” Toji greets you.

“…”

“…”

In real-time, Toji watches your somnolent morph into a gradual display of mortification. He’s a little envious to see you spring up with no strain on your body, wings batting out of their relaxed state, and your hand still with his. “T-Toji??” You question directly, eyes surveying the nude neighbor in your bed, doing everything in your power to ignore the fact that you’re naked as well. Speaking of, you notice the subtle pink glow of your womb tattoo, and anxiety spikes to a high. “I–uhh–I’m so so sorry for last night! Sorry you had to bring me back home, and I didn’t mean to act weirdly on you with—Ooof?!”

“Relax,” he cuts you off by pulling you back to his lying frame, his left hand now free to snake on your shoulder. “Don’t talk so fast; my head’s poundin’ like crazy.”

You blink aimlessly, awkward now that you’re fully aware you’re in this man’s embrace. You can’t help recalling what transpired last night, suddenly feeling squeamish. “…You okay?”

“I feel like my life’s been drained by my dick,” he answers bluntly, adding more weight to your embarrassment. “Wakin’ up to a pretty face who nearly killed me with their pussy isn’t somethin’ I’d expect.” 

“……sorry.”

“It’s alright,” calloused fingers glide and intertwine with his yours, stroking your thumb with his. “Had a good time either way. Wild, but good.”

“Really…?” 

“Really.” You probably shouldn’t have peered up to see him look your direction. Albeit exhausted, his handsome face and sleepy grin ignite the heat on your cheeks. And your stomach flips, hearing a laugh when you meekly avert your gaze away. “How many times did we do it?”

“…Not sure,” long enough for my womb tattoo to be blatant. 

“Me either. Does that happen often?”

“Sometimes? I guess it’s because I haven’t done it for a long time, so I went…off the rails because of the intensity.”

“Noted, because I never felt so old until now. I probably pulled somethin’.”

“….Sorry.”

“Y’re good,” Toji scoffs before moving to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and your heart skips the tighter his hand holds your hand. “Tell ya what, I can help you with that cycle of yours, probably…twice a month, so it doesn’t get too crazy like last night. And don’t use y’re powers or some shit to make me forget, either. I don’t wan’ that.”

You lift your face from his shoulder, the heat spreading to your ears. “You don’t have to do that, Toji, I wouldn’t—“

“Nah, I’m down; it’s what neighbors for. Besides, it finally gives me a reason to make ya interact with me more.” Again, his smug smirk causes knots in your stomach. “Like the sound of that, mama? Let Daddy take care of you?”

Your lips quiver, and you hide your face back onto his shoulder. The rumble of his laughter worsens the butterflies in your stomach, and your tail squeezes on his thigh. “Don’t say it like that, Toji!”

“Y’r tail seems to like it.”

“Stop it!”

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[cuntphoric]

utahime’s mouth is already on your neck when shoko walks in — late, like always, the scent of smoke clinging to her lab coat as she drops it on the floor. “already started without me?” she hums, half amused, half annoyed, watching the way your fingers twist in the bedsheets. utahime doesn’t stop. her lips brush lower, warm breath skating over the top of your chest. she’s been like this all evening, needy and clingy.

“you were taking too long,” she murmurs, tongue flicking over your nipple, voice pouty. “she was getting impatient.”

you weren’t. not really. you’d wait hours if it meant shoko would crawl into bed and look at you like that — half lidded eyes, cigarette barely hanging on between her fingers. but utahime's jealousy gets under your skin in the best way.

“aw,” shoko says, sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing her hand along your thigh, “you miss me that bad, princess?”

you nod, lips parted, breath hitching when utahime sucks a mark into your collarbone. shoko’s eyes don’t leave yours. “say it.”

“..missed you.”

“good girl.”

utahime glares, but her hands never stop moving. she’s already pulled your panties to the side, already sliding two fingers through your folds like she owns you. maybe she does. maybe they both do. it’s hard to tell whose name you’re moaning louder.

“jealously looks cute on you,” shoko murmurs toward utahime, finally flicking the cigarette into the ashtray and climbing fully into bed. she pulls you into her lap, letting your back rest against her chest, one hand cupping your breast and the other sliding down your stomach, just barely brushing over where utahime’s fingers are still moving between your legs. “but you’re going too easy on her.”

“she’s already shaking,” utahime mutters, flushed, licking her fingers and pressing a kiss to your thigh like she’s trying to calm herself down. “she’ll cum too fast if i—”

“so?” shoko’s voice is lazy. “let her.”

you cry out when they both touch you at once — utahime’s mouth pressing between your legs, shoko’s fingers tugging at your nipples and whispering filthy things into your ear. you don’t know where to look. don’t know whose name to moan. don’t know how to handle the warmth building in your stomach with both of them all over you like this.

“fuck, that’s it,” shoko purrs. “you take it so well. i wonder how you'd take my new strap.”

utahime’s eyes flick up to look at you - she’s sucking at your clit now, slow and firm. you’re all hers.

you cum hard. and then again. and again.. and again. until you’re panting and crying both names mixed together. shoko’s smiling against your neck. you’re the prettiest little toy she’s ever owned.

“look at her,” she breathes. “you did good.”

utahime kisses your trembling thigh. “we both did.”

[ayyy-pee]

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Pairing: Model!Shoko Ieri x Female Reader, Model!Utahime Iori x Female Reader, Shokohime x Female Reader

Summary: You're a top Public Relations manager covering Tokyo Fashion Week. All the drugs, sex and outrageous going ons never see the light of day. Why? Because it's your job to cover up scandal.

But that doesn't mean you can't have your own risky fun.

Story Warning: Smut, LESBIANS, Reader works in Public Relations, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of hookups, Bath sex, Bathtub Threesome, Cunnilingus, Cum Eating, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Bumping and Grinding, Referenced STRAP usage, Fingering, Secret Flings, Sneaky Sex, Dub-con? (Reader and ShokoHime have a few drinks...but do consent to sex), Sneaking Around, Secret Recordings

Art by: Cake__Sensei (Twitter)

A/N: I FINALLY finished something for my Jujutsu Journal Collab Event! I hope yall enjoy!!! Thank you to everyone participating and for everyone who has helped me to reach 3k followers!!!

You’ve always loved the fast paced feel of Tokyo Fashion Week. The bright lights flashing and catching every crease and detail of the fabrics on display. The music thumping and crowd cheering as the models strut down the runway. The chaos backstage as everyone rushes to slip in and out of the next garment in time for their cue. Yes, you loved being a part of that feeling, you loved capturing that feeling. Because it was your job to catch every crease and detail, the sexy walks of the models, the mayhem that happens behind the scenes while the audience patiently waits.

It’s exhilarating, really. Being invited to such elite and exclusive events has changed your life in ways you could have never imagined. When you first started your career in fashion, you would have never dreamed of making it this far. This was worlds away from filming street fashion on your shitty little cell phone and interviewing small time designers. But you’ve worked so hard, worked even smarter and have networked your way to the top of your department.

And now, you're the head of the PR team for one of the top fashion magazines in Japan, currently assigned to cover the after party of Tokyo Fashion Week to collect enough content for a post show documentary.

The after party is as wild as you’d imagined it would be. The ritziness and glam of the actual fashion show can hardly be found here. It’s all thumping loud music, raunchy dancing and paraphernalia scattered across various surfaces. 

Looking for sweaty bodies bumping and grinding in off the runway Dior? You’ll find it here. 

Want to catch someone snorting a line in vintage Chanel? Just turn your head in any direction, really. 

Can you see a pair of this season’s YSL heels peeking out from around the corner where someone is on their knees giving the sloppiest blowjob? Absolutely.

And it’s your job to make sure that what’s happening here never sees the light of day.

You love scandal, because it gives you a job, pays your bills and keeps your lights on and food in your fridge. As long as some celebrity is getting into shit they’re not supposed to, you’ll always have a job. But outside of work, you loathe scandal, avoid it at all costs because the biggest cost would be your career. Sure, you’ve joined in on the fun, partook in scandalous behavior from time to time, but you’re always careful. There are never any traces, never any receipts, never any damning evidence that could lead back to you.

No one will ever know that you spent a weekend in Bali with famous pop musician Satoru Gojo while his wife waited patiently for him to return from “filming” a new music video.

They will also never know about your brief tryst with his best friend, Suguru Geto in Nara, Seoul and Bora Bora. Not even Satoru.

And your romantic holiday trip with award winning actress Yuki Tsukumo? As far as everyone else knows, it never happened.

See, you were that damn good at your job. That’s why you were the head of your PR team, after all. It’s why you knew exactly where to direct your videographer to point their camera. You spot the rolled dollar bills and white lines before they can react, finger pushing the camera sideways to focus on something else.

Lo and behold, it points to a group of models standing casually off to the side of the party as they mingle with guests. You recognize one face among the crowd, those deep purple bags beneath his eyes highlighted by the flashing neon lights.

It’s Choso, a model, with his hair up in space buns, a part of his styling. He’s dressed to the nines in the most stylish streetwear of the season, his signature Prada combat boots on. 

You’ve known Choso for quite some time, often running into each other at these afterparties. Years ago, in the early hours of the morning, you’d clumsily attempted a drunk hookup. Every kiss, every touch, every attempt to work each other up to something more amounted to nothing. It ended with you both tangled in each other’s arms, falling apart with laughter. And so, you’d decided you were better off as friends, and had become quite close since. It worked better for you both that way. You just weren’t into each other like that.

But Choso has been a good friend to you. You often find yourself hanging out together after the chaos of the fashion show has died down and a new session of mayhem has begun for the afterparty. You haven’t seen him in months, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference because Choso spots you easily behind the camera and waves you over to his group of friends.

“Haven’t seen you since Paris,” he calls out to you as you approach. He slings an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know! I’ve missed you!” You yell back. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, not too bad at all. Dating someone now!”

You lean back in his hold, brows rising to your hairline. “You? In a relationship?” 

You’re shocked. You’ve seen Choso go through different women, but never heard him refer to whoever he was seeing as dating. He nods, just as one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on approaches you two. Her lips quirk into a pretty smile and you can tell right away that she’s not a model. The smile is far too genuine, but that’s not to say she couldn’t be one if she wanted. She’s stunning, with smooth caramel brown skin and braids that fall down her back, and big brown eyes that you can already see Choso getting lost in as he pulls away from you to wrap his arms around her waist. He peers down at her, the awe apparent in his gaze. Like he just can’t believe he’s got her.

“Hey, babe,” he mutters just before his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss.

Oh, he’s in love, love.

Choso introduces you to his babe, Kamila and she’s as sweet as she looks. But you don’t get to talk to her much, because Choso is not willing to spend any time he’s not obligated to away from his love. You don’t blame him. She’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile, watching as Choso and his girlfriend completely forget they’re at this party together, surrounded by people. 

Which is fine, because it’s about time to wrap it up yourself so that you and your crew can also take time to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

Turning to your associate, you signal for them to hand you their camera. They quickly switch it off before placing it in your hands. “Go party,” you tell them, dismissing them for the night. “Nothing crazy,” you add. “And if it gets crazy, make sure there’s nothing that can be traced back to the company. And if something happens that can be traced back to the company, call me.”

They know the rules. They’re the same ones you follow and the same ones the company practically beat into your skull when you were first brought on. So far, they’ve worked for you. No one has been able to outsmart any of you. Your team is solid.

“Got it boss,” your cameraman exclaims. Then they’re off to get into whatever trouble the night has in store for them.

And while you’re pondering what trouble you can get into, it seems to find you first.

“Boss, huh?” A sweet voice questions behind you. You spin around to see Choso and his girlfriend are now nowhere in sight. Instead, you’re face to face with two of the most alluring women you’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re dressed in skin tight dresses that leave little to the imagination, their long legs exposed and damn they look good. You recognize them from the show and from the model roster.

The beautiful slender one with the cute little beauty mark beneath one of her tired eyes – Shoko Ieiri. She’s got a bit of an intimidating aura and a smile that has your heart pounding rapidly behind your ribcage. She’s a bit scary. And admittedly, you find it sexy. 

You’ve never spoken to Shoko. The models are usually too busy working and racing around backstage to have much time to mingle. By the time the show’s over, they’re either back in their rooms or out at whatever party they can get into. But have also never heard anything negative about Shoko from any contacts in the industry, which speaks volumes to you. You hear everything. It’s easy for anyone to get their hands on anything if they try hard enough.

When there’s nothing to find, it means they’re good at keeping their dirt swept under the rug. Those are the types of people you get along best with.

Then, there’s the slightly shorter one, with a rough scar that runs from one side of her face to the other in contrast to her soft features – Utahime Iori. She’s as striking as Shoko – curvy and looks soft in all the right places. 

Again, nothing crazy about Utahime. You’ve heard she’s quite the hothead, which would be quite interesting if it were true. She has a less intimidating air about her. Her big brown eyes make her seem sweeter than the woman standing beside her. It makes her all the more intriguing to you.

Regardless, they both have their pretty gazes on you and for a split second, you feel the roles reverse. In this world, you’re at the top of the food chain. Everyone else is the prey. Because you could spin any story, take any insult slung your way and crush your target. Because no one had anything on you. But for some reason, as these two women stare you down, Utahime with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and Shoko puckering her lips around the butt of a cigarette, you feel like they could destroy you.

And if there’s one thing you love, it’s a woman who feels dangerous.

So when Shoko asks if you’d like to join her and Utahime for some drinks, you really can’t say no. And you don’t want to.

- - - - - - - - -

“What’d you think of the show?” Utahime asks eagerly. You’re all seated on one of the expensive velvet sofas on the second floor of this club. Shoko has made herself comfortable, leaning back against the arm of the chair. And you’ve made yourself even more comfortable, seated between her long legs and leaning against Shoko’s chest while Utahime sits next to you, idly playing with your fingers.

You take a slow sip of your drink. It’ll probably be your last for the night. From the moment you laid eyes on these two, you knew what direction you wanted the night to go. You want to be sober enough to enjoy it.

Utahime peers up expectantly at you with those big brown eyes of hers, long lashes curling cutely and it makes your cheeks heat. The alcohol is not helping with how easily your body is responding.

“It was really good,” you finally answer. Utahime beams, a little smile beginning to grow on her lips.

“Really?” She asks, and you nod. “We did good?”

Behind you, you feel the vibration of Shoko’s chuckle rumble against your back. And as you stare down into Utahime’s eyes, it’s clear why.

Okay. This one likes praise, you note mentally. You nod again. “So good.” And you’re unable to stop the smile forming on your lips when Utahime’s grin widens. She looks over to Shoko, who lazily takes a drag of another cigarette, blowing her smoke out of the side of her mouth to avoid suffocating you. Her long fingers trail absentmindedly up and down your arm as she listens to you and Utahime continue on about the show.

You’ve noticed that Shoko isn’t very talkative. She’s more observant than anything and while that would usually bother you, there’s something about Shoko that puts you at ease. Like you can put your life in her hands and can be confident you would be alright. Maybe it’s because everything around you is always so busy, always so loud. Her silence feels grounding amongst the chaos. 

But you also find her silence a little funny since she and Utahime seem to be so close. Utahime seems more the party type than Shoko does. She’s outgoing and friendly, warm and inviting. It’s such a stark contrast to Shoko, and yet they’re always with each other. Even earlier in the night, if Shoko went to the bar, Utahime was right behind her, telling you they’d be right back before chasing after her. If Utahime wanted to dance, Shoko was next to her. You suppose opposites do attract.

You suspect they’re more than just colleagues or friends and you file that tidbit away in your mind. If the night is headed where you want it to go, where you suspect it’s going to go, you need to collect any pertinent information you can beforehand. 

Just in case.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans, leaning forward suddenly to smash her half finished cigarette into the ashtray on the side table next to her. “All this noise is making my head hurt.”

Utahime nods in agreement. “It has been a long day…” She sits straighter, grasping your hand tightly she asks, “Should we get going?”

Damn, you think. You’re a little disappointed to think the night is ending here. “Are you two heading home?” You’re sure the frown on your face is clear, even in the darkness of the venue. You don’t want them to go yet.

Shoko snorts, shaking her head. She leans back against the chair, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back onto her. “No,” she breathes, and she’s so close to your ear, you can feel her breath ghost along your skin, can smell the faint mixture of nicotine and spearmint. “We don’t live anywhere near here,” she explains, fingers gliding along your skin again. “Hime and I got a reservation at one of those onsen hotels up the street.”

“It’s really nice from the pictures I saw online,” Utahime adds, a cheerful lilt to her tone when she speaks. “Can’t wait to get there.”

You can feel the shift in the atmosphere when those words leave her lips. The air is thick, heavy. You’re familiar with this feeling. You know it all too well, and your heart races in your chest. Behind you, you feel Shoko’s body tense up briefly before she relaxes.

Then Utahime is crawling along your form, moving closer to you, closer and closer, and you think she’s going to try and kiss you. And damn it, you’d let her…if it was you she was aiming for. Instead, you watch, eyes blown wide with curiosity and honestly, desire as Utahime presses her plush lips to Shoko’s. Normally, you’d be elated to know your hunch was correct, that they were in fact more than friends, but you can’t seem to care when you see their lips connect. Their kiss is sweet at first, just a few light pecks, quiet sighs between them. Until Utahime grins into the kiss, pulling back slightly to giggle at the way Shoko’s brows knit together. Shoko frowns, bringing a hand up to grip Utahime’s long chocolate tresses.

“Don’t tease me, Hime,” she breathes through gritted teeth. Then she’s pulling Utahime’s face to hers, smashing their lips together for a messy, passionate kiss. And all you can do is watch as their tongues slip into each other’s mouths, breaths heavy as they quietly moan into each kiss. It’s so sexy, the way Utahime whimpers. How Shoko nips at Utahime’s already swollen lips. How Shoko pulls you tighter against her, pressing your ass against her groin.

You’re not sure if it’s the drinks you’ve had with these girls, the cigarettes or the scent of their perfumes that has your head swimming. Hell, maybe it’s a mixture of it all, but you’re so turned on watching these beautiful women kissing in front of you. All of their lust being poured into each slot of their lips, every groan and whimper between them, it’s all so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together, prompting a soft chuckle from the woman behind you. Shoko breaks away from the kiss, releasing her hold on Utahime’s hair who pouts cutely, sitting back on her knees.

“Don’t look so sad, Hime,” Shoko coos. She turns her attention back to you. “Just seemed like someone wanted to join us.”

And you do. You want to join them real fucking bad.

But when Shoko leans forward, just trying to press a kiss to your neck, your brain suddenly crawls out of the fog. You’re out in the open, in a compromising position with two models, at that. So you move, a hand flying up to push Shoko back a little.

Her brows furrow, head tilting in confusion and she releases her hold on you. “Oh– Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…I just thought–”

“No you’re right,” you reassure them. Your eyes dart around the venue, and while everyone is likely drugged up or too drunk out of their minds to notice three girls feeling each other up in the club, you can never be too careful. “Just…not here. Let’s go back to your hotel.”

Shoko looks at Utahime, who stares at you two with eager eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. “Okay! Let’s go!”

- - - - - - - - -

Shoko checks you all into the hotel, and the room is as beautiful as you’d imagine it would be. There’s a main bedroom with a fluffy king bed ready to be slept in…or not. Off to the side of the room is a small dining area, and through large glass doors is the onsen bath, the water already run by the hotel staff for you. It screams luxury. You can see the steam curling from the water and god, if you couldn’t use a bath to wash away the day.

You set your bag and camera down on the dining table. Stretching your arms over your head, you take in the room, moving across the space. “This hotel is fucking incredible,” you gasp. “I can’t believe your agency spoils you guys like this.”

Shoko laughs, kicking her heels off and setting them in the little armoire by the entrance. “Right? I was surprised myself. Make yourself at home,” she tells you from the other side of the room.

She didn’t have to tell you twice. You couldn’t wait to crawl into that bed and – 

“What’s this for?”

You peek over your shoulder, eyes landing on Utahime fumbling around with the camera and panic sets in. You cannot lose that footage. “Please don’t touch that!” It comes out more forcefully than you intended and Utahime sets the camera down quickly, holding her hands up defensively. 

“Sorry!”

You rush toward her, only to be stopped in your tracks by Shoko, who places her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, relax. She was just looking.” She fixes you with a small smile, running her hands soothingly along your arms. And it does calm you, the earlier fear you felt melting away. “Be glad you caught her before she dropped it.” Shoko shakes her head, releasing your shoulders before she turns, moving towards the other woman. Utahime stands still, watching and waiting as Shoko slips behind her easily. Shoko’s fingers pinch the zipper of Utahime’s dress and drag it along the fabric until her dress slowly loosens around her chest and your gaze falls to the movement. “She can be careless sometimes,” Shoko speaks softly. Her fingers glide along Utahime’s collarbone, dragging down to the swell of her breasts. “Don’t mind her.” 

Shoko spins around, and Utahime follows, gently pushing Shoko’s hair aside. She presses a soft kiss to the back of Shoko’s neck and you watch as she trails kisses along the side of Shoko’s neck, pulling quiet sighs from the taller woman as she pulls the zipper until the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her bare slim form. Shoko turns back around and captures Utahime’s lips with hers, only breaking away to whisper, “Be more careful, okay?” before she’s back on her.

And all you can do is watch, the nerves you felt earlier about the camera now melted away. Beneath the soft lighting of the hotel room, they look like ethereal beings. Too innocent to be partaking in such salacious behavior. Arousal pools in your core as the vision of the two model’s tongues tangling sends you spiraling. Have you ever been so turned on, so eager to touch someone, to feel their body on yours? Even your nights spent with the most famous celebrities never had you so tempted to slip your hands into your panties.

It’s the way Shoko holds onto Utahime’s form against her own. How she reaches a hand up to pull down the loosened fabric against Utahime’s chest. How Utahime becomes exposed, her supple breasts falling gently. Utahime’s soft whimpers when the chill air ghosts along her pretty pink nipples, the buds puckering when Shoko rolls them gently between her fingers.

Shoko sighs, pulling away reluctantly. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers, hands kneading Utahime’s breasts. “So beautiful. My perfect girl.”

You can see the way Utahime’s eyes light up from across the room, a shy smile lifting the corners of her lips. “No, you,” she teases and Shoko chuckles.

Her heated gaze finds yours from across the room, how you’re watching them intently with desire clear in your eyes. Utahime follows her line of sight, and it’s clear to her what Shoko wants. She raises her hand, inviting you over to join. And you don’t hesitate. Like magnets drawn to each other, your legs carry you to them with ease.

Both women welcome you, the anticipation clear. They want this just as badly as you do, and for a moment, you wonder if their panties are just as soaked as yours. They’ve been kissing each other, touching each other, getting to taste and enjoy each other while you’ve gotten the pleasure of watching from the sidelines. Now you’re about to partake in these pleasures with them. You’re more excited than you care to admit.

Utahime takes your hand, guiding you closer and closer until you’re standing right in front of her. “Are you okay with this?” She asks, eyes locked on your parted lips and you nod your consent.

“Yes, I want this.”

Utahime’s bright eyes travel to Shoko, who watches you both with hardly concealed interest. 

“This stays here, though. Right?” 

You want to be sure before moving forward. Not that you were concerned, but better to have heard it with your own ears.

”Of course,” Shoko confirms. She bites down on her lip before looping an arm around your waist. Now she has both you and Utahime in her hold. “Now kiss her.”

The command has your core aching. You’ve wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like, tasted like, to kiss them. Didn’t matter who first or if it was both at the same time. You just wanted to feel their lips on yours.

And you do, when Shoko dips her head down to bury her face in your neck just as Utahime presses her mouth on yours. The moment their mouths connect with your skin, your body ignites with heat. Utahime is an amazing kisser. She has pretty, plush and soft lips that easily mold against yours. And she makes cute little noises when your tongues touch.

Shoko on the other hand, is a bit rougher, hungrier with her kisses. When she cups your cheek and breaks your kiss with Utahime by turning your head, she’s quick to nip at your lips. Her tongue slips into your mouth the second you let out a moan. While you and Shoko are heavily making out, Utahime takes this time to grab your hands, laying them against her large breasts.

“Touch me,” she sighs, squeezing your hands beneath hers and moaning at the applied pressure. 

You oblige, hands running lightly over the hardened buds and you revel in the way Shoko moans a quiet “I love the way you play with her tits…” into your mouth. “I wanna see you play with her pussy later.” You whimper into the kiss, her confession making your cheeks heat. You’ll admit, this is your first threesome. It’s hard to focus, your mind is so foggy with the arousal building in your core. It’s all too much – too much movement, too much touching, too much sound and way too much going on with your own body.

Your lips tingle, almost numb from how hard and greedily Shoko kisses you. Your skin vibrates with the way Utahime is practically helping you to play with her breasts. And your panties are probably dripping with arousal right now. You are desperate to cum.

“We should get into the bath,” Utahime groans when you cup her breasts. She leans forward, nudging Shoko away from your lips. Shoko gives her hardly any space at all, taking one side of your mouth while Utahime takes the other. Then it’s all three of your tongues tangling together in this sloppy, wet kiss. 

Though you’re all reluctant to break away, Shoko moves first, stepping back enough to grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you, forcing Utahime back as well. You’re all breathing heavily, flushed and aroused beyond measure, but you still nod. “Yeah, let's get in bath…” 

++++++++++

“Have you been with a woman before?” Shoko asks, lacing her fingers between yours as she guides you into her lap. You straddle her, though you don’t sit fully on her lap yet.

You’ve all slipped into the warmth of the deep hotel bathtub. Shoko sits half submerged on the bathtub’s built-in bench with her back against the tub’s wall. If your body was burning up before, it’s on fire now, your pulse racing after spending the last few minutes lathering each other’s bodies and kissing until your lips hurt.

“I have.”

Shoko’s brows rise, almost as if she’s surprised by the confirmation. “Two women?”

You shake your head. Nevertheless, Shoko grins as she asks, “Well? The one you’ve been with…How was it?” She pulls you closer, until your lips are hovering barely over hers, breaths mingling. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

The question hangs heavy between you two. It’s not as though answering this question would implicate you in any way, or give them any clues as to who the last woman you slept with was. So you answer honestly, just barely above a whisper. “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

Utahime giggles, gliding through the water to close the distance between you all. “She’s so cute, Shoko.” 

Shoko cups your face, eyes cast down to your lips. “She is, isn’t she?” She runs her thumb along your lip teasingly before she declares, “I can give you something better than pretty good.” 

“Yeah?” You challenge her.

“Yeah, she can,” Utahime confirms. “We can.” She closes the gap between you all, placing her hands on your waist from behind. You feel her wet breasts press against your back and your eyes flutter closed. Utahime is curvy in all the right places. You are no better than a man, more than turned on by the feeling of her pressed against you. Your absolute favorite part about her is her pretty, large breasts. You can’t wait to have her nipples in your mouth.

Utahime places light kisses along your skin, along your neck, moving so that she’s on her knees beside you and Shoko. She adjusts her height smoothly so that she sits a little taller, enough so that she can cup the back of your head and pull you to her chest. Your lips latch onto her nipple quickly, eagerly and she gasps, back arching and pushing her breast further into the cavern of your mouth. You hum against her, tongue rolling the pert bud. She tastes of the strawberry body wash you just rinsed off of her. You’re so distracted, moving back and forth between Utahime’s breasts that you don’t notice Shoko slipping a hand between the other woman’s thighs beneath the water. Not until Utahime cries out, hands coming up to find purchase on your shoulders. 

And Shoko, the bitch that she is, places her other hand on your thigh and guides you to sit down, mouth falling open with a soft moan when your hips connect under the bath water. Shoko rolls hips, brushing her core with yours and grinning as she watches your mouth fall agape against Utahime’s breast. She does it again, smiling wide when a small whimper falls from your lips. Then she keeps doing it, keeps grinding herself against you until your thighs are trembling, and you’re nothing but a puddle clinging to Utahime’s waist.

And Utahime, she’s not any better off. Shoko’s fingers are slowly working her towards her release. She’s already been pent up, teased and turned on since you’d all gotten together at the nightclub. Now, as Shoko scissors her fingers inside her sex, presses her palm to her clit, Utahime only inches closer to the edge. 

The smaller woman pushes you from her chest, her hands cupping your face so she can capture your lips with hers. And you’re so overstimulated, your mind reeling while the water sloshes with every thrust of Shoko’s hips. Shoko gently cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as she feels your clits brush against each other repeatedly. She sighs sweetly watching as you ride her, all while Utahime rides her hand while her lips slot against yours.

“You’re so soft,” Utahime breathes, tongue pushing past your lips to press against your own wet muscle. One hand finds the back of Utahime’s head, fingers tangling in her soft tresses and you hear Shoko moan beneath you, her hips slamming into yours. Your tongue tangles messily with Utahime’s, all saliva and groans as Shoko moves you against her. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. You can’t be bothered to care about the mess you’re all making. Not when this feels so good, not when Utahime kisses you like this, not while Shoko makes her sob into your mouth, not when you can feel the delicious tension beginning to build in your core. 

“Fuck, ah – you’re both so sexy…” Shoko groans. “Love watching you kiss each other. So fucking sexy…Play with my tits while I fuck her, Hime.”

Without breaking the kiss, Utahime grasps one of Shoko’s breasts, tweaking her nipple and grinning against your mouth when Shoko gasps loudly. Her thrusts come faster, head falling back as she moans.

“Ahh…Shoko…you make such pretty sounds, baby.” Utahime coos and you whimper, eyes rolling back when your cunt slides against Shoko’s deliciously. “You do, too,” Utahime tells you, kissing you one last time before breaking away to lean down and kiss Shoko now.

All the while, Shoko never stops her movements. It’s like she’s an expert with her hands because she never loses hold of your hip, guiding you against her while she fucks her fingers into Utahime with her other hand. The room is full of the lewd sounds of you three whimpering, moaning, and whining at the shared intimacy. If there’s anyone in the rooms next to you, they may complain, but you’re not worried about that. You’re more concerned with the way Utahime’s voice rises several octaves, her cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.

“Gonna cum?” Shoko groans. “C’mere. C’mere, baby,” Shoko stops moving, gently pulling her fingers from Utahime’s pussy. She’s so gentle with the other woman as she adjusts herself so that she’s able to lean her head back enough for Utahime to stand between you and her, legs spread as she settles her knees on the edge of the tub, positioning her core over Shoko’s face. You’ve got a nice view of Utahime’s pretty round ass, and an even better view of Shoko pressing a passionate kiss to Utahime’s cunt, tongue running through her folds, lips wrapping around Utahime’s swollen bud.

Utahime gasps, moaning breathlessly when Shoko sucks her clit hard, then teases it with the tip of her tongue. Your hands play idly with Shoko’s nipples, eyes locked on the way Shoko devours Utahime, like she’s never tasted something sweeter in her life. It’s such an arousing vision. Utahime’s thighs begin to tremble and you’re grateful for the platform of the bath, where Utahime falls forward onto her hands. She’s on all fours, riding Shoko’s face. 

“Shokoooo, ooh–,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Gonna fucking cum, babe,” she warns, and Shoko’s lips wrap around her clit again, humming loudly as she gives Utahime’s ass a harsh smack. This has Utahime’s body spasming, a high pitched cry leaving her as she reaches her peak. And as you watch Shoko drive Utahime over the edge with just her tongue, you’re unsure if it’s the water from the bath or Utahime’s release that’s running down Shoko’s face, absolutely soaking the taller woman’s chin.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly, eyes locked on the sexy sight before you. Your clit throbs beneath the surface. Maybe Shoko feels it, because she picks her movements back up after returning both hands to your hips. Your cunt slips and slides against Shoko’s again and this time, after watching Utahime fall apart on Shoko’s tongue, you’re even more aroused and eager to reach your own release. It’s not too far off, only getting closer as you watch Utahime shudder while Shoko continues making out with her pussy.

When it’s clear Utahime is spent, she climbs off of Shoko and slips back into the water, gliding through the liquid to position herself behind you where she begins kissing along your neck again. Her hands finds your breasts and she kneads them gently from behind, the motion such a contrast to the way Shoko is roughly fucking you again.

And once more, you’re all whimpering, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Grabbing soft flesh and squeezing anywhere you can that pulls sweet noises. You’re riding Shoko hard, desperately trying to cum. Each stroke of your clit against hers has you reeling, the sweet sensation pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

“I’m jealous,” Utahime pouts cutely. “Shoko gets to fuck you so good. I wanna fuck you, too.” 

You can’t do anything but whimper pathetically at the aspect of your legs crossed with Utahime’s. Shoko’s moans follow. “I wanna see you fuck her, baby.” She thrusts her hips up, a loud moan rushing past your lips. “You wanna fuck Hime, too? She eats pussy so good.”

“God, yes!” You cry, eyes closed as you focus on your impending climax.

“We have plenty of time tonight,” Utahime assures you. “Maybe we can even do this another time.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Get to see this pretty pussy again,” Shoko grunts, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. “God, even in the water, your pussy is so fucking wet.”

Utahime groans, pouting further. “Stopppp, Shoko. I already said I’m–”

“Gonna cum,” Shoko whines. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

Shoko leans forward suddenly, grasping you by the back of your neck and pulling you close so she can crash her lips into yours. The mixture of Shoko's taste and the tang of Utahime’s cum on Shoko’s tongue has your eyes rolling back, and you’re toppling over. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the tension and build up throughout the night finally snapping the band that had been coiling in your core for the last several hours.

Your arms wrap around Shoko’s shoulders as you keen into each other's mouths, riding out your highs.

“Oh wow…” Utahime rubs small circles on your back. “That was…really hot.”

You’re catching your breath, Shoko still holding onto your hips tightly. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, a sweaty mess that somehow looks even more beautiful this way.

“We’re gonna need another bath,” she chuckles.

The night carries on with much of the same taking place. After the bath (and second bath), the three of you fall into bed, quickly finding yourselves tangled in the sheets.

++++++++++

The next morning, you’re awakened by the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the hotel table. Your head is pounding and you’re not sure if it’s the couple glasses of wine you had, or the dehydration from the many orgasms both women pulled from you last night. Probably a mixture of both.

Speaking of Shoko and Utahime, you stretch carefully in bed, remembering you all fell asleep with you sandwiched between them. But you’re left confused when you don’t feel a warm body on either side of you. You open your eyes slowly, wincing when the early morning rays of sun feel like a punch to the forehead. But even the aching in your skull isn’t enough for you to ignore that you appear to be alone in a hotel room that is not yours.

You crawl out of bed, peering around the room. “Hello?” You call out, and it feels like your voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls of this quiet room. You check the bathroom and find it’s empty. You check the closet and don’t see any evidence that clothes were inside last night. “Maybe they just had to leave,” you murmur to yourself. Because it helps soothe the nagging feeling you have sitting in the pit of your stomach at the moment.

Shrugging off the feeling, you go about your morning as you normally would. You shower, brush your teeth, dress in the clothes you’d come over in last night and plan on heading back home to report back to work.

Your phone is still buzzing when you’re about ready to head out. You finally pick it up, unlocking the device and seeing a plethora of missed calls as well as several text messages from some of your team members and associates.

Associate 1: Where are you?

Associate 1: 911!! Please pick up!

You roll your eyes, wondering what trouble they’d gotten into last night. What mess will you have to clean up this morning?

Associate 3: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE

Director: You need to call me.

Director: NOW.

Slight panic begins to set in, and you continue scrolling through your messages. There’s one from an unknown number, sent in the early hours of the morning. You open the message, eyes practically bulging out of your head when you see the contents.

Unknown: No hard feelings, okay? We really needed the exposure so we could get booked for more shows. Thanks for last night! - H

Another text comes through, and you think you might be fucking sick when you read it. It’s a link to a news article for…Jujutsu Journal? Stupid ass name, but it’s a gossip blog so what did you expect? 

The page has screenshots of a very familiar scene. You and the models in the bath. You and Utahime on the bed with your heads thrown back in ecstasy. A blurred pic, censoring what may be the dirtiest of all – you bent over the bed on all fours, with your face buried between Utahime’s legs while Shoko (and her lilac colored strap) destroy you from behind. 

Where the absolute hell would they get these?!

The headline reads:

TAKING RELATING TO THE PUBLIC TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL! Head Public Relations manager for one of Japan’s top fashion magazines is in quite a pickle! This morning Jujutsu Journal received EXCLUSIVE footage of her in various intimate positions with models Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori! Rumor has it these two are already booked and busy. Meanwhile, it looks like this Public Relations manager may soon be booted and broke! Want to see the tape? Click here to sign up for exclusive members only access!

The pieces begin to connect, your mind flashing back to just last night. The camera is right where you left it the night before. Well, where Utahime left it. But when your fingers push the button to open the tape cartridge, you find it empty. All the footage from the night before is gone! You feel like you may faint. All these years of being so careful, at least twenty steps ahead. All the progress you’ve made…gone.

And not just that! Now there’s a sextape of you three floating around the internet! Is that why Utahime was fumbling around with the camera? Why Shoko went out of her way to distract you? So that she could buy Utahime time to turn the camera on and hit record? Is that why they showed so much interest in you in the first place? Everything is beginning to make more and more sense, while simultaneously making less and less sense. You’re so confused.

“What the fuck?” You mutter to no one but yourself.

Your phone buzzes. You’re scared to look, but you know you should.

“What…the…fuck…” You still can’t believe this is happening. To you of all people.

Your eyes see the name light up on your screen. It’s your boss.

There’s no way you’ll be able to spin this one. 

[xazse]

Erm why isn’t there enough loser Satoru! PART 2 HERE

Loser Satoru who hangs off of you, besides Shoko who can only tolerate him for so long, Utahime who doesn’t like being in his presence at all and MeiMei who only wants material things from him. You’re the only girl who won’t outright tell him to fuck off. You’re the only girl who won’t tell him to shut up when he goes on a rant about the certain kinds of digimon.

Loser Satoru who you allow to touch your boobs only because you feel bad for the little virgin. He takes full advantage when he’s been begging all day and finally when he gets his hands on the mounds he’s groaning about how soft they are beneath his fingers, any attempt at him trying to go underneath your shirt is met with a end of the session and he’s pouting, whining at how it’s not fair.

Loser Satoru who cums way to fast-

He’s practically in tears trying to hold back, you have him completely naked while you remain fully clothed. You’re sat on the bed while he’s on the floor a few steps away from you, for someone so pathetic Satoru is really hung, he’s jerking off his fat cock just to the mere sight of you.

“Oh… god.. can I cum? Please please” his eyes are half lidded threatening to close, when he hears those magic words he’s cumming all over his torso and his cum spilling into his lap, he has a nasty amount of cum.

“Gross Toru,” you say with a quirk of your lip.

[basicallyreigenarataka]

jjk men x streamer!reader

╰┈➤ Collab?

chapter two.

ೃ⁀➷ you and gojo get matched with toji, sukuna, and choso, much to the viewers surprise! ft. everyone thirsting for you + jealousy

* not proofread

masterlist. prev. next.

you tried to focus on the game in-front of you, but the fact that your usual 10-50k audience grew to 300k was freaking you out. just a bit.

not to mention your chat going crazy. usually, it was easy to catch every message and interact with everyone, but now? it was moving so fast, how did gojo put up with this stuff?!

thankfully, everyone was talking about the same thing. the thing being that you matched with toji and his friends.

just like toji, you lived under a fucking rock. yea, gojo was your best friend, but you’ve purposefully been avoiding him since he’s gotten famous. this kinda stuff isn’t your thing- you didn’t even mean to gain 50k without his help, it just sorta happened.

you were a student and you worked at the cutest little cat cafe, you didn’t have time to watch streamers. the only influencers you knew of were gojo and utahime, not because you watched their streams, but because they were your friends. maybe you were a loser.

you tried to act surprised, but honestly you were more surprised with how shit this iron fist was playing.

“chat, which one is the iron fist?” you asked, all of which responding ‘toji.’

unfortunately for you, living under a rock seemed to only bring misfortunes to your life. as the minute you knew his name, you spoke,

“can someone tell toji to swap. he fucking sucks.”

even gojo looked a bit shocked by your comment, but he immediately burst into laughter.

“y/n, you are so lucky you’re streaming with me.” was all he said, and now you were stuck furrowing your eyebrows together and pouting in confusion. even your chat was going crazy over your comment.

who even is toji? you wondered with a huff. when you died, you took the time during your characters respawn to quickly look him up.

oh no. he was hot.

he was also famous, you noticed, but you were more focused on the fact that you just disrespected an extremely hot man!

well, it’s not like you had a chance. you reassured yourself, and once you had finally calmed yourself down, reminding yourself he was just another random man, you realized he is in fact not random.

was this the guy gojo was always whining about? something about him stealing his viewers or something- oh god. you must’ve just woken a wild pack of fangirls, cause you were totally going to be ripped to shreds on twitter after this.

despite internally freaking out about how toji’s fanbase now viewed you, you kept a stoic face, emotions unreadable as you continued the game.

suckunathesenuts: gojo ur friend is funny asf

suckinathesenuts: y/n say something about toji again he doesn’t believe us when we say he’s trash but he will if a pretty girl does

chochoso: pls i can’t keep losing my rank games because of him ):

you couldn’t help but laugh at his teammates messages in chat. you knew your chat would snitch on you to toji, but at least his friends were backing you up. you think.

the comment ‘pretty girl’ had you head spinning, a small blush coating your cheeks. you were going to say thank you, but gojo cut you off.

“don’t respond to these losers,” he spoke, his voice gruff. he sounded uncharacteristically mad.

you just hummed in response, “it’s not a big deal, they’re just messing around. sorry toji,” you waved at your screen as if he was watching, hoping someone in your chat could relay your apology to toji.

toji didn’t believe his chat when they told him you had said he sucked, “yea, nobody thinks i suck. i’m the best iron fist in this server.” he grunted, in which sukuna burst into laughter and called him delusional.

even choso giggled a bit. now that pissed toji off.

“okay, sure. i don’t believe it.” toji grunted. but, the moment he opened twitter, his notification boxed was filled with people tagging him in the clip of you saying he sucks. man, things spread fast.

“yo, toji, play the fucking game.” sukuna yelled into his microphone, clearly upset toji went afk to look at his phone.

“i think it’s better with him afk. now there’s nobody for the other team to farm.” choso giggled, in which sukuna thought that was the funniest thing on planet earth because he legitimately slammed his fist against the desk with each laugh.

“it wasn’t that funny, dude.” toji growled, though his tone seemed uninterested. he was more focused on you in the clip.

not only did you say he sucked, not only did you not even know who he was, but you were hot??? this hurt his ego, a little (a lot).

damn. even his fan page called him out.

grunting as he ran a hand through his hair, he noticed sukuna and choso talking to you in game chat. what the hell? since when did they get all friendly.

and sukuna calling you a pretty girl might’ve made toji grit his teeth.

“everyone shut the fuck up. i’ll change.” he said, letting his character die so he can switch to another character. sukuna looked absolutely flabbergasted, toji was actually going to listen to advice for once?

toji wasn’t about to admit it, but he was totally trying to impress you.

you were surprised to see toji actually listened to your request. you felt kinda bad for making him swap, but he was way better on adam warlock than iron fist.

“wow, he’s going crazy now.” you laughed. it was true, but you were mostly saying that to butter him up. not only did you not want to have one sided beef with a huge streamer, but he was hot as hell! if you had a chance, you were going to take it.

gojo did not seem to agree, as he laughed at you rather than with you. “yea, right. he still sucks.”

you narrowed your eyes at the webcam, confused why gojo was acting so hostile. he was never outright mean. yea, he could be passive aggressive and sarcastic with those he didn’t like, but you’ve never seen him like this.

“says the one who has no team assists,” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but that only made gojo even grouchier.

gojo was also playing really bad, that wasn’t usual for him. he was naturally talented at every game he played, you never knew how!

it was like he was distracted with something, and when you looked down at your phone, you found out why.

he was too busy tweeting instead of playing the damn game!!!!

it crossed your oblivious mind that he tweeted that because he was jealous and upset about the attention you were receiving.

chochoso: y/n… i think we are the only ones left playing. all our teammates are afk ):

whoever this chochoso was, was right. everyone on your team except you and him went afk. even the random went afk!! it was remarkable you haven’t lost the point yet, choso was a crazy spiderman.

y/nissleepy: our friends suck!!! does this by default make us best friends now???

chochoso: yes!

you wondered if choso had a social media too, considering he was friends with toji.

you very discreetly opened your twitter to look at toji’s mutuals, and low and behold, there was choso.

how could someone be so cute yet so sexy at the same time.

you were usually shy about this sort of thing, but without hesitation you followed choso. he followed you back almost immediately.

you looked up at your video call to see what gojo was doing, he was completely immersed in his phone. it looked like he was texting someone- very harshly, by the way he was practically hitting his phone with each tap.

biting your lip, you decided to message choso. your stream just started, you didn’t want to awkwardly end it just because everyone’s gone afk.

playing with choso was fun. he was such a cutie, and after the first two games, he asked if you wanted to video call. you did not hesitate to say yes.

gojo hadn’t even noticed you left the call.

“hi!” you waved at your camera, the confidence you had when you initiated the conversation with choso drowning away in an instant when you saw him appear over the screen. he was even cuter than on his twitter, he had this messy hair held in ponytails! how adorable was that?! your mind started to drift when you wondered how easy it would be to tug on his hair, and that’s when you had to remind yourself it’s truly not that serious and this is a man you just met.

but god, did you have a soft spot for scary men that were actually cute.

you guys loaded into another game, making small talk as you played. both of your chats brought up the chemistry between you two, but both of you chose to ignore it (not without blushing first).

not only did your chat notice the chemistry, but so did your friends.

“since when did y/n leave the call?”

“since when did choso leave the call?”

both gojo and toji questioned this as they looked at their empty voice chats. sukuna realized it a while ago, when they were talking in game chat, and didn’t bother trying to stop choso.

toji on the other hand, looked angry. “what the hell. he left us to play with her! she wasn’t even relevant until today,” toji growled. sukuna raised his eyebrow, though didn’t reply.

gojo had been busy messaging geto. geto is BEYOND thirsty to stream with you, he’s not even trying to hide it to his stream or nanami.

gojo didn’t even know why he was so jealous. you may have been oblivious, but this guy was downright stupid. he had maybe one brain cell and three jellybeans in that head of his. he couldn’t even decipher the motive behind his jealousy was the attention you have been receiving, especially the attention of toji and geto.

and now, apparently choso.

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[kikufufuku]

unconsciously, you

pairings: university!bestfriend!gojo x reader

tags: two idiots pining, mild angst, mild swearing, dumb(?) oblivious(?) gojo, soft!gojo, jealousy

wc: 6.5k-ish? first work! hope u guys like it ᵔᴗᵔ

Satoru considered himself as a smart man, no, he knew. He’s basically the pride of his university, flying to different countries to participate in academic challenges. His name never dipped below number one on the rankings. Ever.

Everybody knew him not only for his ability to answer algebra questions under 15 seconds but also because of his looks. With long white eyelashes, paired with stunning blue eyes—one wink and he could bring a girl to his knees. He did. Flirting with them as he laughed at how they looked. He couldn’t understand what they were feeling. To him, they were just pathetic. He was handsome. He was intelligent. That was a fact. A truth as absolute as gravity.

So why couldn’t he figure himself out?

OR

Emotionally constipated Gojo Satoru who can’t seem to figure out what this specific feeling in his chest is.

Shoko lit up a cigarette.

She’s leaning next to the vending machine, ignoring Utahime’s complaints about how she shouldn’t do that on school grounds and she’ll get in trouble. As if Shoko gave a fuck. What are they gonna do? Expel her? As if. She knew they wouldn’t, no, they couldn’t. She was a top student and they couldn’t afford to lose her for the sake of the university.

“Ugh, fine, do whatever you want,” Utahime rolled her eyes, sipping her milk. “Where’s Geto anyway?”

“Right there, with Satoru,”

Utahime followed her line of vision and squinted, nodding as she saw their figures, standing near the grassy field.

“Geto looks like he's yapping his ass off,” Utahime snorted. “Gojo looks like he couldn’t give a shit.”

Shoko took a drag. “He’s doing it again,” she muttered.

“Hah? Do what? Gojo?”

“Yeah. He’s staring like a love-struck idiot.”

Utahime cackled, “To whom? Gojo? Love-struck? Please. That man flirts with air.”

But Shoko wasn’t smiling. “Exactly. He flirts with everyone. But he never stares.”

Utahime paused.

Gojo Satoru didn’t do romance.

He played with it—joked about it, teased it, weaponized it when it was convenient. But love? No.

He didn’t fall. He hovered safely above it, untouchable and unbothered.

And yet—

There he was.

“I doubt he even knows what he’s feeling,” Shoko exhaled a thin stream of smoke, amused. “He’s doing it subconsciously.”

“You think his feelings are reciprocated?”

“Hm.”

You laugh, running through the field as your friend chases you with a frog.

Satoru watches.

He knows he should be listening to whatever Suguru is saying, what he’s rambling about—maybe philosophy, the problems of the world, academics, who knows. Satoru sure as hell doesn’t know because he’s not paying attention. Sure, the words are there but they’re just background noise, like a low radio hum.

He’s in a trance. Watching you. You’re laughing. You’re happy. And for some reason, it made something in his chest shift.

He didn’t understand it. He didn’t like not understanding things. Gojo Satoru always knew what he was feeling. He could identify an emotion, categorize it, file it away.

But this? What the fuck is this?

This strange, warm pool in his stomach? It was warm. Gentle, almost. Like sunlight filtering through a window on a quiet afternoon.

Only when your head turns to him, beaming as you give him a big wave, before facing your friend as you plead for her to stop, does he snap out of it.

“So, what do you think?” Geto asked.

“Huh?” Satoru blinks, “Yeah, sounds cool.”

“Fucker. I just said I made the decision to go bald.”

“WHAT?!” Satoru yelled, catching other people’s attention as Geto slapped the back of his head.

“I just said that to find out whether you were actually listening or not. And I was right, you weren’t,” Geto deadpanned, like he was tired of his shit, “You were staring at her for 10 minutes.”

“I have not,” he says, a little too fast. Okay, that was too fast.

“You’re obvious.”

“No, I’m observant.”

“You’re whipped.”

“Shut up.”

Geto laughs and claps a hand on Satoru’s shoulder. “You’re in denial, man.”

Satoru scoffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” Geto challenges, still grinning.

“Fuck if I know,” He removes his hands from bis pockets, ruffling his hair, before groaning in both of his hands, “She’s my bestfriend, along with you guys. I care for her,”

“Right… Now I’ll go because the love of your life is on the way here,” The black haired man laughed and went on his way. Satoru gritted his teeth out of annoyance, the defense already in his throat, ready to yell SHE’S NOT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, as he removed his hands from his face, only to look up and see you. The anger died as quickly as it came. Oh, Suguru wasn’t lying about you coming.

“Sup?” You sat down next to the chair beside him, looking up to see him looking down at you. He looked down at you, looking at the way your eyelashes flutter, your forehead shiny with sweat, and the way your chest heaves up and down. Nope. Not admiring. Just looking.

“So you’re also afraid of frogs huh?” He grinned, the ends of his lips curling up to reveal a teasing smile, his hand coming up to brush some strands of hair away from your face.

You rolled your eyes, slapping his wrist away, “No. I’m not.”

“Right.. let me add that to your list of fears. Cockroaches, spiders, heights, and now.. frogs.”

Kicking his ankle, you cackled as he nearly stumbled to his knees. “What are you even going to do with that list anyway? And I’m literally not afraid of frogs! I just ran because it was dead. Dead. I’m not afraid of living frogs.”

“Ouch!” He stood up, pain etched onto his features before he ruffled your hair, making it messy as he laughed, “I’m gonna show up to your house one day with cockroaches, spiders—make it infest your home,”

“You’d be dead before you even cross the gate,” you warned, swatting his hand away as you tried to fix your hair. “And it’s funny how you’re the one collecting this list like some obsessed maniac.”

He tilted his head, grinning. “Well, someone has to remember the details you forget. What if we’re in an apocalypse and I have to protect you from all your irrational fears?”

You narrowed your eyes, “In an apocalypse, you’re the first person I’d sacrifice.”

“Harsh,” he said, hand on his chest like you’d wounded him. “After everything I’ve done for you?”

“Oh? What exactly have you done for me?” you challenged, raising a brow.

Satoru tilted his head, putting a finger to his chin as he listed off things, “Hmm.. Letting you rant at ungodly hours, waiting for you after lectures, sharing my food and hoodies with you.. Holding a tissue up to your nose after you bawled because of—“

“RIGHT!” You screeched, slapping his forearm, “I get it. I get it.”

Satoru laughed at you as you slapped his forearm. Pouting. He wanted to grab your cheeks and squish, play, squeeze them. He didn’t. Instead, he sat back down beside you, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

It stretched into a long, comfortable, silence with both of you admiring the campus field in front of you, students walking by and the sounds of birds chirping present. The silence was nice. Before you broke it.

You sighed and leaned back, your elbows resting on the table behind you. “It’s nice out today.”

“Mhm.”

“Warm. Bright.” Satoru looked at you.

“Yup.” He murmured, looking away.

You glanced at him, catching the way his gaze lingered just a second too long. He looked away, feigning interest in the clouds like they were the most fascinating things he’d ever seen.

“Stop being weird,” you teased.

“I’m not weird,” he muttered. I just feel specific things about you right now and I’m not exactly sure what it is.

“You’re being weird. You’re, like, extra quiet. That’s suspicious.”

“You’re suspicious.”

“That’s not even a comeback.”

He shrugged. “Didn’t say it was.”

“Come on, what’s up, Toru?” Toru. Toru. Toru. You’ve always called him Toru, even Sat, but why does it feel different right now? He curses his emotions. He’d have to study on this later, maybe run a fucking experiment, write a thesis, because he is, unfortunately, still lacking for he cannot even comprehend what he’s feeling.

“Toru? Sat? Hellooo?” God help him. He could feel the warmth spreading to his ears as he forced himself to ignore your curious gaze, and instead opted to look at the grass field and clouds in front of you. What the fuck is happening to me?!?!

He couldn’t just tell you that he was feeling things. Not normal things. But complex things in his heart, his stomach, his ears, his brain—everywhere. So naturally, he panics. And panicking means deflecting.

“Okay, you know what’s actually up? The vending machines.”

You blink. “What?”

“They’ve replaced the lemon soda with some abomination called ‘citrus sparkle’ and it tastes like disappointment and floor cleaner. I’m serious, I think it gave me an existential crisis earlier. Like, if I can’t trust the lemon soda, what can I trust?”

You raise a brow, amused. “You’re ranting about soda now?”

“It’s betrayal in a can! I’ve been loyal to that drink since year one. It’s been there through my academic journey, study sessions, heartbreak—”

“Heartbreak? And as if you study.”

He freezes. “Figure of speech. And I do actually study! I’m literally at the top of the school, duh. Anyway, I just think we should stage a protest. Or a petition. At the very least a boycott. Don’t look at me like that, I’m serious. This is a matter of integrity.”

You laugh, fully now. “You’re the most dramatic person I’ve ever met.”

“And yet you continue to spend time with me. Tragic,” he sighs, dramatically throwing an arm over his eyes like a distressed poet.

“Of course, you’re my Satoru. My bestfriend. I think you’re fun.” You say, nudging his shoulder.

His breath hitches. My. My. My. My. I’m malfunctioning. Help. I have to play it off. He peeks at you from under his arm, expression unreadable for a second too long.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

A breeze passes. His arm drops. He looks at you like he wants to say something else—something real, something not about soda—but instead he just hums, the corners of his lips tugging up faintly.

“Then I guess I’ll keep being fun.”

You snort. “You do that, Toru.”

He looks at you again. Toru.

God, why does that sound like a problem now?

Satoru thinks he’s going insane.

No—scratch that. He knows he’s going insane.

Because how the hell is he supposed to finish this thesis when he hears your laugh in his head like it’s been hardwired into his brain? Every time his fingers hit the keys, he hears it—bright, familiar, cutting through the silence of the lounge like some parasitic melody that’s made a home in the corners of his mind and refuses to leave.

And no, it isn’t even just for today. You’ve been haunting every inch of his mind for how many weeks now, and he can’t—with all his intelligence—figure out why. You’re all he thinks about as soon as he wakes up, brushing his teeth and even on the way to campus. He should resent you for creeping in the depths of his mind but he won’t. He can’t.

You’re sitting across from him in the school lounge, sitting with your legs criss-crossed on the couch, headphones in, nodding along to whatever music you’re listening to, occasionally smiling at your screen like it said something funny. You’re doing nothing. And yet. Why? How? How are you tormenting him like this?

He grits his teeth, fingers smashing across the keyboard in a hurry, before backspacing for the nth time. He’s written the same sentence three times and erased it three times because halfway through typing “The prevalence of fast-food consumption..” his brain replaces it with “Are you hungry? Are you comfortable?”or “why are you laughing like that?” or “you’re so.. knskqjsownakakq” and he malfunctions.

He’s doomed. He knows he’s completely, utterly doomed.

“Hi, Satoru!” A high pitched voice says. Annoying. He slowly looked up from his laptop, seeing a familiar girl smiling shyly at him. She looks familiar. Meh. Probably one of the girls he flirted with before.

“What’s up?”

“Wanna go.. get dinner later?” If he was the same Satoru 4 weeks ago, before you were haunting him, he would say yes. He would say, sure babe, with a matching wink. But now.. now he finds himself glancing over your direction.

He finds you staring at him with an unreadable expression on your face. You meet his eyes as you raise your eyebrow, tilting your head to the girl before going back on your phone.

Satoru feels his throat dry up.

The girl was still waiting. Looking at him like he was the goddamn sun. And yeah, he was used to that. People looking at him like he was untouchable, like saying yes was a given, like they already knew the answer. Because he would actually say yes back then.

But now.. he glances at you.

And for some reason, now, the thought of disappointing you—even just a little—suddenly made his chest ache.

“Nah. Busy.”

He could hear the disappointed whimper of the girl, but he could care less as he went back on to looking at his laptop again. Occasionally stealing glances at you. Satoru couldn’t resist the small smile on his lips, his heart fond of just looking at you. He didn’t understand it—not really. He didn’t have the words or the framework or the damn thesis title that could explain why watching you scroll on your phone made him feel like he was home.

But maybe he’d embrace it.

“Toru,” you giggled, “Look at this. Come.”

“What is it?” He grinned, standing up, but not before deleting the tab.

TAB I. heart does backflips whenever you’re near somebody hELP ME GOOGLE

Deleting…

“Is it a silly cat video, again?” He sighed in exasperation, but it was filled with fondness. He playfully pushed you to give him space on the couch as he plopped beside you, leaning in, giving no regards to your personal space as he watched the Tiktok.

The warmth of your shoulder against his. The way your laugh vibrated through your chest, so close he could feel it. He wasn’t thinking anymore. Just reacting. Just existing next to you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And then you both looked up at the same time.

Face to face.

So close that your breaths tangled in the air between you. Your eyes widened just a little, and his mouth parted like he was about to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

He could see all the details on your face. Your mascara, smudged just slightly under your lashes from hours of wear. The color of your eyes—he never realized they had those flecks of color near the center. The way your pupils dilated just a fraction as you stared back at him.

Even under the mascara, he could count your eyelashes. He could see the way your eyebrow twitched, ever so slightly that he doubted you even noticed. Do you see me too? The words were on top of his tongue, but somehow, he had no strength to say nor whisper it.

Do you see me too? He wonders what you’re thinking about right now. Are you counting his lashes? Do you see the details of his blue eyes? Do you see how his eyes dilate when he looks at you? (Even though he can’t directly see it, he knows. He knows, knows, knows.)

He could see the way your lips parted in surprise, feel the heat rising in his ears again, and for the first time in a long time, Satoru Gojo had absolutely no idea what the hell he was supposed to do.

His ears were warm, so warm that he could feel the warmth radiating from them. His heart had twisted, backflipped, cartwheeled into different directions all at once.

A beat passed. Neither of you moved.

His gaze dropped, unconsciously, to the curve of your lips. Soft. Dangerous. He swallowed hard. He flickered his gaze back to your eyes.

God. You were so close. He could just—

You blinked, a small breath escaping you—and it brushed against his cheek. His heart stuttered.

He didn’t understand this. Not really. But suddenly, understanding felt like the least important thing in the world. It was the least important thing when he’s this close to you. He can see the fine hairs near your temple, the tiny scar on your cheek when a cat scratched you—he remembered that day. He remembered taking a picture and laughing at you, but he also remembered putting a band-aid on top of it, sending you funny memes later that night to cheer you up.

He didn’t understand this shit. All he knew was that he really wanted to fucking kiss you.

If I move even an inch, I’ll kiss her.

And worse—I want to.

Then—

Your phone buzzed, making you both jolt and immediately pull back, laughter spilling between you like it had to make up for the tension.

“Jesus,” you laughed, voice strained. “That scared me.”

“Yeah,” he coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Totally.”

You like Gojo Satoru.

There’s no use pretending. No dramatic denial, no inner monologue trying to convince yourself otherwise. You like him. With all his chaotic charm, razor-sharp wit, stupidly perfect face, and that rare, fleeting softness he only shows when no one’s looking.

Who wouldn’t?

You fell for him. Slowly, then all at once. Not because he was untouchable or because everyone else seemed to want him—but because when he laughed, really laughed, you felt like the world made a little more sense. You saw how he offered you his umbrella in the rain even though he was the one sneezing the day after. How he shared his last kikifuku mochi like it was some divine offering.

You fell for the late-night talks. The ones that started with memes and ended with “Do you think we’ll still be friends when we’re old and grey?”

You fell for how he remembered the smallest things. Your favorite snack. That one show you loved 3 years ago. The way you like your coffee. The way you don’t like bugs or anything remotely small and crawling.

And even though you knew he was too flirty, flirting with everyone in the goddamn campus, you still stayed. Even as he leans too close to some girl in the hallway, says something dumb and flirtatious just to make her giggle. When he winks across the cafeteria and it’s not for you.

You still stayed.

Stayed as his best friend. Because being his best friend was better than being nothing at all.

“He likes you!” Shoko groaned, rolling her eyes as she played with her food. You both were in the cafeteria, getting lunch when suddenly she brought up Satoru. “I swear to god, if I have to watch him stare at you with that love sick look on his face one more time—”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Ieri, he literally flirts with the student librarian. He calls her sweetheart. You think that guy likes me?” He flirts with everyone. I doubt he even knows what love is.

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you trust me? Yes that guy—who didn’t show up to his thesis presentation because of your period cramps. That guy who buys an extra bottle of your favorite drink and pretends it was an ‘extra.’ That guy who literally forgets his own birthday but remembered the exact date of your friendship anniversary and bought you a box filled with gifts. Yeah. That guy likes you.”

You looked away, focusing instead on peeling the corner of your bread like it was the most important task in the world. “That doesn’t mean he likes me. He’s just… like that. He’s sweet. He cares. That’s what he does.”

“Sweet?” Shoko snorted, “He fucking told Suguru his haircut was ugly and that it was a cry for help. He laughed out loud for 10 minutes.”

You tried not to smile. “Okay, yeah, that was kinda uncalled for.”

She leaned forward, tone softening. “Listen. I’m not saying he’s easy to read. Because he’s not. But he’s obvious with you.”

You looked at her. “But I’m just his best friend.”

“Exactly,” Shoko said. “And it’s always the best friend.”

Right. Right. In these cases, wasn’t it always the best friend who ended up with the main character? The one that’s been supporting them and being with them silently. Reassuringly. For God knows how long. You laugh bitterly in your head, as if. As if this was a movie plot. This was your life. But still.. You let the silence hang between you both for a beat too long. Because part of you wanted to believe her. Part of you wanted to take every accidental brush of his hand, every too-long glance, was filed under something more than friendship.

Yeah. Maybe there is a chance.

“Maybe,” You laugh, eyes crinkling up before you paused mid-bite, as your eyes flicked across the cafeteria—and then froze.

There he was.

The bane of your existence but also the love of your life albeit unrequited. Gojo Satoru, with that lopsided grin and messy hair he never bothered to fix unless someone told him to, standing near the vending machines. Talking to someone.

Your eyes flickered to the girl standing in front of him. You feel Shoko follow your line of sight from the corner of your eye but you don’t pay any attention to it, you can’t. Not when he was laughing. That laugh. That stupid, genuine, crinkly-eyed laugh that you used to think he only gave to you.

You watched as he offered her a drink from the vending machine. A citrus soda.

“They’ve replaced the lemon soda with some abomination called ‘citrus sparkle’ and it tastes like disappointment and floor cleaner. I’m serious, I think it gave me an existential crisis earlier.”

He said something dramatic, complete with flailing hands and a look of exaggerated betrayal. The girl laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth.

And you knew.

You knew what he said. You’ve heard him say it.

You aren’t as important as you thought. The voices in your head whisper, and suddenly the wounds of unrequited feelings hit you harder more than ever. It stings. Like someone poured salt on it. You thought it was your own little inside joke huh? Hah, as if.

You tore your eyes away before the ache in your chest turned into something visible. Your throat felt dry. You reached for your drink just to keep your hands busy. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Shoko didn’t say anything, but you knew she saw it too.

And she knew—because she sighed softly, nudging your plate a little closer like that would somehow anchor you back.

“I told you,” you murmured, eyes glued to the table. “He’s just like that. With everyone.”

“I still stand with what I said.” Shoko murmurs back, taking a bite of her food.

You don’t say anything.

Gojo Satoru leans back against the fence, eating a piece of kikufuku mochi, grimacing at the taste.

“Ugh,” He spat it out, throwing the packaging at a nearby trash can. “This brand sucks. They didn’t have the usual,”

“I told you it was disgusting,” Suguru voiced out, not bothering to look up as he played a game on his phone.

“Well, I don’t trust you. Especially with sweets. But I guess you were right this time,” Satoru grumbles, “It sucked. Fucking betrayal in the form of mochi. I miss my usual brand,”

Shoko raises an eyebrow from her spot beside him, pulling out a lighter to spark her cigarette. “You’re such a drama queen. You probably hoarded your usual brand and that’s why they’re out of stock.”

“I’m passionate,” he corrects, pointing a finger at her lazily.

“Sure,” she says dryly. She takes a slow drag and exhales. “Speaking of passions—when are you going to admit you’re in love with her?”

Suguru snorted.

He chokes. Actually chokes. Coughs into his sleeve like she just announced his funeral. The fuck? Unprovoked?

“What?” he gapes, eyes wide behind his sunglasses. “Who?”

Shoko gives him the flattest look known to mankind. “Don’t play dumb. You know who.”

He scoffs. “I’m not in love with her. Jesus, Shoko. She’s my best friend. My best friend.”

Love? He cackles at the idea. Gojo Satoru doesn’t do love.

Not because he’s running from it, but because he’s never really known what it feels like. He’s familiar with affection. That, he is a pro of. He knows how to charm, to tease, how to say all the right things to make someone laugh or blush or fall a little too fast. But love? The deep, shattering, love that he knows from the movies? Loving someone unconditionally? It’s not that he’s cold, or incapable. It’s just… foreign. Like a language he never learned. People say you just know when you’re in love. That it hits you out of nowhere, that it’s clear. But Satoru doesn’t know what that’s supposed to feel like.

“Uh-huh.” She doesn’t sound convinced.

“I just—care about her. Deeply. As a friend. A very important, high-priority, top-tier—platonic—friend. Like with you guys.”

“You’re fucking hopeless,” Suguru pitched, laughing with that infuriating voice of his. Satoru feels the urge to smack the back of his head but fortunately, he doesn’t act on his urge.

“Do you even know what a crush feels like?” Shoko stared at him, raising an eyebrow.

“A crush?

“Yeah. That fluttery, stupid, irritating feeling in your chest when someone’s around. When you look for them in a crowd without meaning to. When their name sounds different in your head. You know… a crush.” She said it slowly, like she was explaining basic math to a toddler.

“Well..” Satoru chewed his inner cheek, “I like people.. sometimes. ‘Specially pretty people, I guess.”

He thinks of you.

“That’s not the same,” Shoko said, huffed, “Liking someone because they’re pretty or smart or fun isn’t the same as catching feelings.”

Satoru raised a brow. “Catching feelings,” he echoed, like the phrase was foreign.

“Damn, so you’re saying with all the women you get, you’ve never actually catched feelings for any of them?” Suguru snorted, shaking his head.

Catching feelings.. He absentmindedly hums. Has he ever catched feelings? He has flirted, teased, women, gorgeous gorgeous women—hell he has kissed a few but he never felt that tight feeling in his chest. Or that weird fluttery thing Shoko is talking about. He doesn't look for anyone in a crowd.

Suddenly, his mind wanders to you. The way his eyes immediately zooms in your figure whenever you’re around in a crowd, the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. The way you roll them at his antics but still always save him a seat. The way your name sits differently in his head, softer somehow.

His lips press into a line.

“Yes, Satoru. Catching feelings.” Shoko snapped him out of it as she groaned, “Do you not realize what’s happening? With her? The way you look at her?”

His jaw tightened, just slightly. “I just care about her, okay? She’s my best friend.”

“Dude, there's nothing wrong with falling in love with your bestfriend. Why are you deep in denial?” Suguru groaned, “Fuck this game,” He scoffs, turning his phone off.

Shoko leaned forward, eyes sharp. “Right. Bestfriend. Look over there,”

Satoru snaps his head, his eyes instinctively flicking over to your figure. There you are. His chest immediately bursts into.. fondness, but it dies down as quick. Because there you are. Talking to some guy. Tall, decent-looking, too comfortable for Gojo’s liking. He can’t hear what the guy’s saying, but you’re laughing again, hand gently touching the guy’s arm.

Something snaps in his chest. His heart. But unlike the other times when he’s with you, it’s not doing cartwheels nor backflipping in multiple directions. This.. doesn’t seem pleasant.

He frowns. His jaw clenches.

Why does it feel like his lungs forgot how to expand?

“Still think it’s just friendship?”

You were curled up on your bed, blanket tangled around your legs, face contorted in a mixture of pain and annoyance. Heat pack pressed tightly against your abdomen, you were barely able to focus on the messages flooding your phone.

“Fuuuuck,” you groan, clutching your abdomen as you curl up on your bed. This fucking sucks. You grab your phone, eyes blinking and trying to focus on the messages. Satoru.

[toru <3 : on my way.]

[toru <3: u want ice cream orrr]

[toru <3: what do u want other than icecream]

[toru <3: my treat 🤑🤑]

You squinted at your screen.

[You: didn’t u have ur thesis presentation today????]

[You: wtf go focus. gl]

[toru <3: otw lol just stay there]

[You: be fr rn. dont.]

[You: hELLLOOO? reply]

[You: holy shit dont come]

[You: ok ure not replying i hope thats bc youre focusing on UR PRESENTATION!!!]

[You: im ok bruh istg]

No reply.

And then, a knock. Three taps, light and rhythmic.

You didn’t even have time to sit up before your door creaked open and there he was—Gojo Satoru, holding a bag of snacks, two lemon sodas and what suspiciously looked like a plushie shaped like a uterus. He walked in like he owned the place, kicked off his shoes, and dropped everything on your desk before coming over.

“What the fuck-“ you rasped, sitting up, “Didn’t you have your thesis presentation today?!”

“Reschedulable,” he said nonchalantly, already pulling your chair beside the bed and sitting down. “You, however, looked like you were about to wage war on your own organs.”

“That’s because I am,” you gritted out, clutching your stomach, “Still! Holy shit, go back right now, I can feed myself.”

“You’re in pain. So I’m here. Duh.”

“So?! You skipped your thesis presentation for me?!” You screeched, debating on whether to throw a pillow to his face or bawl your eyes out.

He shrugged, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you. “It’s not like I can let my best girl suffer alone while I talk about.. well. My thesis. Besides,” He leaned in slightly. “You sounded like you were crying earlier. That kinda overrides all academic responsibility.”

You blink. And before you know it, before you can help it, your face has slowly turned red. You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

My best girl. My best girl. My best girl. My best girl. My best girl. My best girl. My best girl. My best girl. Mybestgirlmybestgirlmybestgirl—

“You good?” He brings a hand to your forehead, “You look red. Flushed. Don’t tell me you also have a fever,”

He was so unfair. So fucking unfair. You looked away, throat tightening. Why say that shit and don’t mean it?

“I’m fine.”

“Mhm.. I brought lemon soda. And ice cream. And, uh…” He held up the plushie. “This little uterus guy because I thought he might help you emotionally, or something.”

You stared at the plush, then at him. “You are actually insane.”

“I prefer ‘endearingly selfless,’” he grinned.

You shook your head, the smallest smile threatening to form. “You shouldn’t have skipped, Toru. Really.”

He was absurd. Irresponsible. Unbelievably dramatic. But in that moment, all you could feel was warmth—a strange, fluttering warmth that had nothing to do with the heat pack on your stomach.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

“Haaahh?” He grinned widely, a glint in his eyes as he leaned even closer, “What’d you say? Say it again, I didn’t hear. You said thank you? Wow! Say it again. Am I dreaming?”

“Fuckface!” You pushed his head away, not making eye contact with him. Because God knows that if you did, you would’ve fallen in love even more. And that was dangerous.

You were already falling so hard.

“Ugh,” You groaned, skimming through the papers of your thesis. “These fuckass groupmates.”

Your room is quiet except for the soft rustle of papers and the occasional frustrated sigh you let out.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, a thick stack of thesis drafts spread out around you like a paper battlefield. Red ink stains the corners of your notes, your highlighter is uncapped and dying, and your group mates are currently the number one reason you’re considering changing majors.

Satoru is on your bed, sprawled out like he owns the place. He’s flipping through one of your pillows like it might entertain him, long legs dangling off the edge, hair a mess from the way he’s been turning over and over like a restless kid.

“You need better pillows,” he says absentmindedly, voice muffled into the fabric.

“You need to go home,” You roll your eyes, fingers flipping through the pages, “You can’t exactly insult my pillows when you’re laying on top of it.”

He chuckles, the sound light and aimless. “You love my company.”

You don’t reply—just glare down at a sentence so poorly structured it makes you genuinely angry. ‘The qualitative data was analyzed in a manner that is significant to the research aim, showing results that may be indicative of patterns which can be observed over time’ Be so fucking for real. Word salad. Did they just jumble words together and hope for the best?

You flip through another page with more force than necessary.

Then, out of nowhere:

“Hey,” he says, softer.

You glance over your shoulder. “Hm?”

He’s lying on his side now, head propped on one hand, the other playing with the edge of your blanket. His gaze isn’t on you—it’s on the ceiling, distant and thoughtful. Unusual for him.

“Have you ever felt like…” He pauses. “Like something’s wrong with you because you don’t know what you’re feeling?”

The question lands heavier than you expect.

You swallow, “What kind of feeling?”

“I don’t know,” he admits, brows furrowed. “It’s not bad. Just… weird. Like my chest gets tight for no reason. And I look for someone without realizing it. And it’s like—when they talk, everything else just fades out.”

You press your lips together. There’s no name, but your mind wanders to the pretty girl he was talking with at the cafeteria. How he laughed, laughing like he does with you. Your heart sinks.

You know that feeling all too well. You feel it when he’s with you.

“That sounds like a crush,” you say lightly, careful to keep your voice from cracking.

He hums thoughtfully. “Shoko said the same thing.”

You force a smile, eyes scanning your paper without reading a single word. “Well, sounds like she’s right.”

You know Gojo Satoru. He doesn’t do crushes, nor love. You know him, too well. He’s interwoven in your soul and you can figure him out like a basic math problem. I guess that’s why it hurts, you think. Hearing him struggle to understand this feeling, realizing it’s real and meant for someone—someone who isn’t you—it hurts like hell. Because you know he’s never liked anyone before. Not like this. And now, for the first time, he actually does. But it’s not for you.

“I don’t really get it,” he continues, unaware of how still you’ve gone. “Like, I flirt with people. A lot. But this doesn’t feel like that. It’s not about how they look or what they say. It’s just… being near them feels different.”

You want to ask. You want to look up and say who? But the question stays lodged in your throat, too scared of the answer. The open wound of unrequited love stings. It’s throbbing. You want to wince, to let the tears fall out but you can’t.

Instead, you nod, flipping a page you don’t see. “Yeah. That’s a crush.”

There’s a long silence.

He sits up slowly, eyes flicking toward you. You don’t meet his gaze.

“Have you ever felt that way?” he asks.

This time, it’s your breath that catches. Your hands are still on the edge of the paper.

You finally glance at him, and he’s watching you now. Closely.

And you wonder—just for a second—if he’s asking you something else entirely.

“…Yeah,” you whisper, and you wonder if he hears the way your voice shakes.

Satoru just nods, almost like he’s relieved you understand.

And you wonder how someone so brilliant can still be this oblivious.

[You: IERI I’m SO FUCKED]

[ieri the loml: ?]

[You: he likes someone. im sure of it. he has a crush. yk that right. he told me u said the same thing]

[ieri the loml: yea]

[ieri the loml: did he tell u who it was

[You: NO but holy shit i feel so.. sad]

[You: i feel like its the girl we saw at the cafeteria ughhh]

[You: he was looking at her like she hung the STARS]

[You: i can do that too :/]

[You: whatever im gonna move on. REAL THIS TIME hahaha fuck this shittt]

[You: he doesnt do crushes! nor love!! i know him!!! so it hurts even more bc he now likes someone!! HE LOOKED SO INLOVE IERI I SWEAR]

[You: hellooooo do u have anything to say]

[You: comfort me pls]

[You: i dont wanna look at his stupid face anymore]

[You: ok im lying i still do]

[ieri the loml: wow that fucking idiot]

[You: ??????]

Gojo Satoru has finally realized something.

He likes you.

Not in the easy, casual way he’s used to. Not the harmless, flirt-and-move-on kind of interest he’s thrown at a dozen others. No—this one’s different. It’s uncomfortable. It lingers. It aches in quiet moments.

He doesn’t know when it started. Maybe it was that day you fell asleep beside him mid-rant, and he just sat there, watching your lashes flutter in your dreams. Maybe it was the way you always saw through him, even when he was hiding behind jokes. Maybe when you scolded him when he skipped his exams, just because.

He can still hear your voice.

“You stupid idiot! You skipped your exams just because?! Huh?! Well just because you’re the top fucking student and the university favors you doesn’t mean you can just— just do whatever you want! That exam was important, oh my god—“

He chuckles.

He doesn’t really get it. He really doesn’t. Not fully, atleast. The way his chest tightens when you smile, or how his ears go hot when your hand accidentally brushes his. How his brain just short circuits when you say something kind. Or worse—when you’re quiet, and he finds himself staring, admiring the little details on your face. He has done that so many times he thinks he can draw your face from memory.

He’s never done feelings. Never caught them. He thought he was immune.

But now?

Now he’s losing sleep thinking about you. Not in a desperate, obsessive way. He wasn’t a goddamn creep, but in that soft, terrifying way where you creep into his thoughts at the strangest times. Like when he hears a song you’d like, or when he passes by a store and thinks, they’d love that.

So this is what it feels like.

He hums, glancing at you. The park was quiet at midnight, cloaked in that rare kind of stillness only late hours could bring. The sky was deep blue, borderline black. Speckled with stars barely visible, and the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the occasional zooooom of cars.

You were seated on the swings, gently rocking back and forth, your sneakers barely skimming the dirt. Satoru stood nearby, leaning against the metal frame. The glow from a streetlamp a fee feet away cast soft shadows across his face. He sighed, pushing himself from the frame and walked to the bench.

“Sit with me,” he says.

“Hm? Okay?”

He hears the tilt in your head, he knows you’re tilting your head even when he has his back facing you. He knew you all too well. He doesn’t hear the creak of the swings anymore, and he knows you’ve stopped. He hears your footsteps and he sits down, spreading his legs wide. You glance at him, before sitting down beside him. He can feel the heat of your body next to his.

He never meant for this to happen.

His eyes glance to your thighs before flickering back to the moonlight. God, he was fucked.

No, this was never part of the plan.

He doesn’t even realize he’s speaking until he hears his own voice, low and unsteady:

“I think I like you.”

The words hang in the air, and for the first time in a long time, he feels exposed. Fuck, say something. The usually confident Satoru, the Satoru who answers algebra questions in under a minute, the Satoru, top of his university, the Satoru, who carries his group in all of his research and thesis, the Satoru, who, for the first time in his life, feels his hand sweat.

He hears your breath hitch and fuck, he wants to run. He wants to play it off. Say he’s joking. That you heard wrong. But he can’t. He won’t. Not this time.

Because suddenly, all the late nights and inside jokes and the way he remembers your coffee order without trying—it all adds up. This equation is clear.

He ignores your look, still gazing at the stars above. “I think I’ve been liking you for a while. I just didn’t know that’s what it was.”

Satoru expects you to laugh, or a disbelieving ‘hah?!’, or hit him on the shoulder. But instead, you’re quiet. That scares him more than anything. His heart’s pounding, his palms are sweating, and he wants to disappear—but he forces himself to stay, because this is the first time he’s being honest in a long, long time.

He sees you stand up from the corner in his eye, and his heart leaps out of his throat. Are you leaving? Fuck. Fuck—

But before he could dissolve into an overthinking puddle, before he could have an existential crisis, he finds himself staring at your eyes. He blinks. You were standing now. Infront of him. Looking down at him as he sits down.

“You said it wrong.”

Your voice is quiet, but it slices through the air like a blade.

Satoru blinks, startled. “What?”

You take a breath. “You said ‘I think I like you.’”

Another pause. Your gaze doesn’t waver. “But you don’t think, Satoru. You do. You do everything at full force. So don’t half-ass this.”

The breath he didn’t know he was holding escapes in a shallow exhale. His lips part—words caught in the knot in his throat.

You grab his hands, fondling with his fingers. His heart stutters as you pull him up to stand. His hands are trembling.

“You don’t need to be sure about everything all the time,” you murmur, squeezing his hand, “but when it’s me… when it’s this… I want you to mean it.”

His eyes finally meet yours. Wide, open, terrified.

So he swallows, shaky and raw, and says again—louder this time, more certain:

“I like you.”

Fuck it, he yanks his hand from your grip and instead brings both of them to your face — warm, trembling slightly. His thumbs brush your cheeks. Your breath catches.

“I like you, and it’s stupid and scary and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” he breathes, leaning forward.

“I’ve flirted with a dozen people,” Satoru admits. “Laughed with them, kissed some. None of it felt like anything. Just noise.” He pauses, “But you… you’re different. And I didn’t know how to name it. Not until recently.”

You exhale. He can’t tell if you’re relieved or scared. Maybe both. God knows he is.

“I started looking for you everywhere,” he continues, the words spilling now, like a dam breaking. “In crowds. In hallways. I noticed how I can’t stop listening when you talk, even when I pretend I’m not. And when you’re not around, I just…”

“I just miss you. Fuck, it’s always been you. Unconsciously, you.”

“Say it again,” you murmur, “but without thinking too hard.”

“I like you.”

You smile, and he thinks, Beautiful, “Good.”

He doesn’t even look at the stars anymore.

Just you. Your eyes are more beautiful than the entire milky way out there.

“I like you too, idiot,” you whisper, and when you lean in—when his lips finally meet yours—his heart bursts.

Under the cold midnight sky, Gojo Satoru finally lets himself fall.

[fgojous]

( read part one here )

it wasn't unusual for your friends that you and satoru don't get along that well. it’s obvious, you make snarky comments about his triumph of the week every now and then but it was unusual for them when satoru wasn't bragging about some girl anymore.

and you weren't even making side comments about how he doesn't have any new “girl” for the week now. at first, it was suguru who noticed it. 

but then come shoko, then of course, utahime. how can they not notice when your petty bickering is part of the group gatherings? how can they not notice when you weren't rolling your eyes anymore everytime that satoru’s opening his mouth?

“what the hell is wrong with the two of you? did you fight?” it was suguru who broke the ice.

can you blame them? they can't take this weird shit that’s happening, whatever it is. 

“huh?” you looked up from your phone, “fight? who?”

“don't play dumb.” shoko says, “you and satoru. did you two fight?”

huh, fight. more like, did you two have sex a week ago and it has been awkward ever since? yeah, more like that. you glance at satoru and he looks at you knowingly, just waiting for whatever you're going to say.

you chuckled awkwardly, “we didn't. i just don't like talking to him, you know.”

and before they could probe even further, you stood up. “i’m heading to the store, do you guys want anything?”

they just raised their brows at you and when they all looked at satoru, he just shrugged his shoulders. 

“nothing? okay.” 

“i’m coming with you.”

and that made them more confused because why the hell would satoru go with you, just the two of you, alone? but they just shrugged it off, and you two walked out of suguru’s condo unit. 

you don't even know why he would go with you. it’s true that you haven't talked since, but you figure that there’s nothing to talk about because it’s never going to happen again. it’s just a one time thing.

“huh.” you heard him say. you stopped walking and glanced back at him.

“what?”

“you don't like talking to me, but you just like sticking your tongue down my throat?”

you cannot believe this. 

you wanna smack that grin right off his face.

“you’re so fucking annoying!” you marched towards the elevator as fast as you could but somehow he just caught up on you.

“hey. i’m sorry, okay. i’ll stop.” he said and reached for your arm, “YN.”

“what? what the fuck do you want?”

“i just want to talk.” you scoff, the elevator opens and you walk in. “can we please just talk?”

“then talk.” you crossed your arm, still avoiding his gaze. you don't know what you're feeling and you don't know how to react, maybe that’s why you’re acting out right now.

it wasn't supposed to be this way, you were supposed to be just friends.

he was supposed to be just your friend who annoys you every now and then with his antics. “how can we talk if you’re not looking at me?”

“just talk—”

he pressed the emergency stop button and now, great, you’re stuck with him. “what’d you do that for?”

“i just want to make sure you’re okay with what happened. and i’m sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable in any way—”

“stop.” you looked at him, “i’m okay. and i think we both wanted that to happen, you don't need to say sorry. i just want to go back to the way it was, okay? it’s not going to happen again, so…”

“okay.” he simply answered, he pressed the button again and just backed up. the silence envelopes the two of you as you wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor. 

you sighed a relief when you heard the ding! but before it opens, satoru says something before walking past you.

“except, i don't want things to go back the way it was.”

now, why the hell would he say that?

( read part three here )

[kyotoseance]

Utahime was shocked, rightfully so. This woman just... how did she even get in her house...? The door was locked all the windows were closed, it should've been impossible. The sorcerer's brows knit together in confusion and slight frustration, not to mention the looming anxiety that came off of her like waves crashing against the sand. Food? This woman—Unbeknownst to her who was one of the Four Horsemen and apparently a Devil had been watching her sleep, waiting for her to wake up just to ask for food...? Surely this was a joke, right? Or some sort of dream she'd soon wake up from. Her brown eyes glanced to the side, the rain still coming down rather heavily. Light flashed in the sky but only for a split second, casting shadows within her room and making it rather obvious this was indeed reality and not a dream. Sirens went off in Utahime's mind, blaring warnings loud enough to cease her thoughts or at least blocking out every thought that wasn't about the Devil in front of her, standing at the food of her bed like some sort of nightmare in disguise. "You're...hungry?" The sorcerer's voice was strained with sleep seeing as how she just woke up and was trying to make sense of the situation she found herself in when she found herself staring at the woman again. Soft and slender fingers ran through raven colored hair, the somewhat awake sorcerer stretching her arms above her head and pushing the covers away from her body, exposing whatever she had worn to bed. Nothing too much, just an old black t-shirt with her favorite baseball team on it along with a pair of grey sweatpants. She pushed herself out of bed, and motioned for her newfound...friend? to follow her into the kitchen. Why was she even doing this? What purpose did this even serve exactly? More over, she was really itching to know how she even managed to find her way in here.

Her eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight that leaked through the cracks of the curtains, a silent sentinel at the foot of Utahime's bed. Her gaze was unwavering, studying the rise and fall of her chest, the gentle curve of her neck, the softness of her features as she lay there, oblivious to the danger that had entered her sanctuary.

Her drenched clothes clung to her like a second skin, leaving a trail of water that reflected the lightning flashes outside. In the flickering glow, Fami's expression remained cold, calculating, her thoughts racing like the storm outside. 

What was she doing here? 

Why had she chosen this moment to reveal herself?

Her eyes, those piercing orbs of darkness, never left Utahime's face. The woman's serene features were a stark contrast to the chaos brewing in Fami's mind. Was it curiosity that had brought her to the sorcerer's bedside? Or perhaps a twisted sense of kinship, a shared fate as beings not quite human?

Then she took a step closer, her wet boots making no sound on the plush carpet. 

She hovered over Utahime, her breaths shallow and silent. The air in the room was thick with unspoken intentions, a silent dance of predator and prey. 

She waited for hours, just standing right there, until Utahime's eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, she seemed to see nothing. Then, as if a fog had lifted, she locked eyes with Fami, her pupils dilating in shock.

"Do you have anything to eat?" She asked, her voice a serene whisper in the tumultuous night. 

Once she knew she was awake, she would speak.

Watching the woman awaken as she blinked, no doubt her mind racing as she took in the sight before her. The Famine Devil, here, in her room, asking for sustenance. 

It was a question that seemed so ordinary, yet it bore the weight of the world. The storm outside was a cacophony of thunder and lightning, but in here, in this bubble of silence, the question hung heavy.

“I’m hungry …”

[fumiliar]

domestic life with kento nanami

✎... just fluff, mentions of starting a family, nanami lives, nanami is not a sorcerer

bf!kento whose first step of commitment was to quit being a sorcerer and go back to the mundane office life. ever since he started dating you, he knew. he just knew you were the one, and he knew he had to leave this sorcerer life behind. he instantly looked for jobs and started sorting his goodbyes, preparing everyone regarding his leave subtly. it wasn't a shock to anyone when he gave his 2 week letter of resignation, in fact, they were surprised he didn't do it sooner.

bf!kento who loathes the office life, but he knows it's the right step. he doesn't want to burden you with a worry or stress on whether he would come home safe or not, or even come home at all. after all, you were his future.

fiancé!kento who got you the perfect ring, asking your friends for opinions, stalking your pinterest boards for rings, even sees your instagram and tiktok likes!

fiancé!kento who flaunts his engagement to everyone, including everyone in jujutsu high. from itadori to utahime, everyone knew that kento was engaged to you.

fiancé!kento who secretly cleans up the scattered papers regarding your wedding plans when you are fast asleep. the once messy desk has now been organised accordingly: wedding organiser, florist, places, caterers, photographers, invitations

fiancé!kento who can't help but be obsessed on your hands, specifically your ring finger, becoming his second favourite spot to kiss. he'd kiss your hands twice as more than he used to. he'd blankly stare at your hand, giggling to himself on how he got so lucky.

husband!kento who cried when he saw you walking down the aisle. all his attention focused on you, as if you both were the only people in this world. when you were at the altar, he couldn't even pay attention to the priest, he was utterly infatuated with you, still in disbelief that by the end of the day, you were his and he was yours.

husband!kento hand's couldn't stop shaking as he read his vows and put on the ring. he prepared, he memorised the vows, spending endless nights to make sure he remembered every single word, but when he was on the altar, everything was blank, he couldn't remember a single word of his vows, fumbling to get out the printed paper in his breast pocket, in case he ever forgot your vows. him needing you to hold and steady his hands to even see the paper with his written vows. seeing a man known for his calm and collected nature unable to even focus was a sight to see.

husband!kento who stuck by your side the whole wedding reception, dealing with all the annoying relatives making sure they don't sour your mood on your big day.

husband!kento who stared at the wedding in awe. everything was exactly how you had imagined. a sense of pride filled his heart when he overhears people comment on the wedding decor.

husband!kento who's never smiled bigger and wider than on his wedding. a real hearty toothy smile was shown to the whole world, thought this was familiar to you, it was odd to everyone else. gojo remembering to tease kento once he hung out with him again.

husband!kento who's been noticeably more upbeat and optimistic ever since the wedding. people in the office were not scared of kento anymore, instead they approached him when they needed help. even jujutsu high students noticed this changed when he visited the school to meet gojo. maybe you were rubbing off on him...

husband!kento who wants a family so bad. but he knows you both aren't ready yet, you aren't financially stable enough to provide the desired life you want to live with your children.

husband!kento who brings you both travelling in the first year of your marriage. he says it's to enjoy life for just the both of you, in the absence of children.

husband!kento who got a promotion to a high level position, allowing him work from home, barely needing to go to the office anymore. the promotion was a big deal, it was the final push as now he could provide for you, your pursuits and his future family comfortably.

husband!kento who supports you quitting your job to start a small bakery, he's always wanted you to start a bakery, ever since he's tasted your pastries, he was pushing you to start a bakery.

husband!kento who juggles his office job and helping to start up your bakery. he was your biggest supporter, never forgetting to mention it to anyone who would listen.

note: i have more headcanons, but i feel like this is already long enough. maybe ill make a part 2

[kakashisacademia]

pairing: alpha Satoru Gojo x you | warnings: knotting, Gojo being a gentle at first…, marking, claiming, obsession

summary; in the middle of the mission you get your heat and now have to decide if Gojo will help you…

ೃ⁀➷ The Way You Burn

It started on a mission. Of course it did.

You’d been fine all morning. No warning signs, no telltale flush crawling up your neck. You’d taken your suppressants religiously, careful never to slip up. But maybe it was the exhaustion, or the residual cursed energy clinging to your skin. Maybe it was just bad luck.

Because now, kneeling behind the mission van in the forest with your back pressed to the cold metal, you were shaking. Your skin was too warm, your thighs slick and trembling. Your heat was coming, too fast and hard, no warning, no grace. No suppressants you could quickly take to dim the pain, the want and need.

And the worst part? He was here, Satoru Gojo. The strongest sorcerer alive. The strongest Alpha alive.

He’d been laughing five minutes ago, leaning against a tree and teasing Utahime about her driving. Now he was quiet, and that what made it worse. Because you wanted to hear him and yet you didn’t.

You tried to stay still. Tried to breathe through it. You could do this. You’d done it before. Alone. Hidden. You just had to hold it off until you could get back to your apartment and-

“Hey.”

His voice. Close.

You flinched. “Don’t come closer.”

“Too late,” Satoru said, softly now.

You didn’t have to look up. You could feel him. He was so close you could practically taste him on the air, sugar and ozone, power and heat. His energy curled around you like smoke. You quickly covered your nose with your hand, like it’d make it better.

“You shouldn’t be near me,” you whispered. “I’m not… I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.” He crouched beside you, his voice dipped low, almost quiet enough to miss. “I could smell it halfway through the exorcism.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, humiliation crawling over your skin hotter than the heat ever could.

“You didn’t say anything,” you murmured.

“You were trying so hard to hide it.” A pause.“Didn’t want to embarrass you.”

God, you wanted to disappear.

“Please, Satoru. I just need time. I’ll be fine.”

Another pause. A silence thick enough to choke on.

“Your scent is driving me crazy.” He growled so low you barely heard him.

But you did and your breath caught. He wasn’t teasing. Not in the way he usually did. Not with that smug, cocky grin, not with the dramatic flair he used on everyone else.

No, this was something deeper. Alpha-deep. So primal and raw you almost lose it.

When you finally looked at him, it nearly knocked the air from your lungs. His blindfold was still on, but his jaw was tight. His throat bobbed with a swallow. His fingers twitched where they rested on his knee.

“I can help you,” he said. “I can take care of it. Of you.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “No,” you said too quickly. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” His voice turned sharp. “I want to.”

You stared and he stared back. Or maybe not stared, fixed. Like he could see through your soul, blindfold or not.

“I don’t want you to hurt,” he said. “And I don’t want anyone else touching you.”

The last part slipped out lower barely above a growl. Your body shivered. A traitor to your pride.

“Please,” you whispered, shaking now. “I can’t think straight. It’s starting to-”

“I know,” he said and then his voice dropped, so low and raw it made your knees go weak. “Let me knot you.”

You whimpered. Your body clenched down hard, desperate and aching.

“Satoru…”

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured. “I’ll hold you through all of it. Fill you up until it stops hurting. You just have to let me.”

And god, you couldn’t say no. Not when your body was begging, sobbing, screaming for it.

You nodded. He moved fast. Not rushed, but urgent, like every second he wasn’t touching you was unbearable.

He pulled you into the van, shut the door, laid you down on the bench seats and stripped off your pants with one firm tug. His hands were shaking. His scent was overwhelming, sharp and dizzying, soaked with restraint.

He pushed your thighs apart and paused, just long enough to meet your eyes.

“Still okay?” he asked hoarsely.

You nodded barely.

Then he was on you and so was his mouth. Hot, wet and desperate, hungry and reverent. He licked and sucked and groaned like the taste of you was holy. Your thighs shook around his head, body wracked with need, slick pouring out of you like a flood.

You were begging before you realized it. His name, over and over, broken and high. “Satoru… Alpha, I- I can’t. Please. Please.”

When he finally pulled away, his lips were soaked and his chest heaved.

“You’re burning up,” he whispered. “I need to… I have to.”

His pants were already unbuckled. His cock slapped heavy against your thigh, flushed red, dripping. He was big, so big and ready for you.

“Let me inside,” he growled. “I need to feel you.”

You nodded frantically, and the second he pushed in, you both cried out. He was so big, so deep and full, and it still wasn’t enough.

He fucked you slow at first, whispering sweet things, stroking your sides, holding your trembling body. But as your slick soaked him, as your cries turned to sobs, his control fractured.

“Gonna knot you now,” he groaned strained. He pulled his blindfold down and let you see the raw hunger in his eyes. “Gonna fill you up. Stretch you open until you can’t feel anything else.”

You moaned desperately and delirious and begging for it. His rhythm stuttered, hips grinding in hard, and you felt the swell. The lock. The heat of him bursting inside you, followed by silence.

Just your broken breathing, and his body wrapped around you, shaking. You didn’t realize you were crying until he kissed your cheeks.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You whimpered. “It hurts, Satoru.”

“I know. I know, baby.” He cradled you, rocking you gently. “But it’ll pass. I’m here. You’re safe.”

Time slipped by in fragments. Your heat slowly ebbed, the ache softened for now. He held you through all of it.

When you were finally calm, when your fingers curled in his shirt and your thighs trembled with exhaustion, he leaned down, breath ghosting over your lips. “I meant what I said,” he whispered.

You blinked up at him dazed. “What?”

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Next time…” he murmured dangerously. “I’ll mark you. Make you mine.”

Your breath caught.

“Is that what you want?” he asked. “Because I swear to god, if you say yes, I’ll never let you go.”

Your heart nearly broke from how hard it beat and you whispered, “Yes.”

The door shut with a soft click, but it might as well be a gunshot. The air changed instantly. Your back pressed to the inside of it, your heart thudding, chest rising and falling in quick uneven breaths. You shouldn’t be here. You should be resting, recovering, keeping your distance from the strongest Alpha alive after what happened.

But Satoru was sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for you, because he knew you’d be coming. Once his eyes landed on you his playful and usual teasing expression was gone. No lazy sprawl of a man who didn’t take anything seriously.

Slowly, even deliberately, he rose to his feet like a predator pulling itself up from its crouch. “I told you,” he says, voice low was deep enough to stir something in your belly. “Next time I wouldn’t let you walk away without a mark.”

Your breath stuttered. “Satoru.”

His head tilted slightly. “You came here,” he murmured and stepped forward. “Not me. You chose this. Chose me.”

The scent of his Alpha hit you like a drug. Sharp, heady, sweet and bitter and overwhelming. It coiled in your lungs and spread heat through your limbs, making your knees go weak. Your eyes turned glassy and you felt the warm slick wetting your pussy lips.

“I couldn’t stay away,” you whisper.

He was right in front of you now, towering, eyes glowing like ice over flame. He braced one hand against the door beside your head and leaned in. Not touching you, not yet, but so close you could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

“You’re still in heat.” His nose dragged along your neck slowly. “You’ve been suppressing it, but your body’s begging me. You smell like sex and surrender.”

A whimper left your lips and your thighs pressed together.

“I’m gonna ruin you,” he growled and then he kissed you brutally. He had been starving for this since he first smelled her. Tongue in your mouth, hands suddenly on your waist, hauling you into his chest.

“Bed,” he mutters against your lips. “Now.”

You stumbled backward, guided by his grip, and then you were thrown onto the mattress like you weighed nothing. He was on you in seconds between your legs, one hand fisting your shirt to rip it over your head.

“Satoru,” you gasped, but he was already pulling your bottoms off, eyes darkening as your slick scent hit him like a freight train.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re soaked. All this for me?”

Your face burned. “Yes Alpha.”

His mouth crashed to the inside of your thigh, biting, sucking, scenting you. And then further up. His tongue slid through your folds, groaning like it’s his first taste of life as he sucked and swallowed your slick.

“Mine,” he panted against your cunt. “Fuck, mine. I don’t care what happens after this. You’re mine now.”

You’re already writhing, moaning, fingers tangled in his hair as he ate you out like a man possessed. One thick finger presses into you, then another, curling, pumping, stretching you out.

His voice drops to a guttural rasp. “Gonna put my knot in this pussy. Gonna knot you for life.”

Your body tensed and you let out desperate, needy whine.

“Mark you. Breed you. Fill you till there’s nothing left but my name in that sweet little brain.”

You sobbed. He pulled away just long enough to unbuckle his pants. His cock was already hard huge, flushed, leaking and the base thickened and swollen with his knot. Your mouth opened to say something, maybe to beg, maybe not, but all that came out was a desperate moan as he pushed into you with a force that knocked the air from your lungs.

“God,” he snarled, rutting into you with deep, hungry thrusts. “So fucking tight.”

Your legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, your body welcomed him deeper, deeper, until that thick swell of his knot was grinding against your entrance.

“You want it?” he growled. “Want me stuck inside you, Omega?”

“Y-yes, please Satoru.”

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Say it.”

“Knot me,” you sobbed. “Please Alpha, need you… need your knot.”

That was all it took.

He slammed forward, hips locking against yours and you felt the stretch. The burn only an Alpha could give you, only Satoru could give you. The incredible fullness of him swelling, sealing you, claiming you.

You screamed in ecstasy and he groaned so deeply it made you shiver. His head dropped to your neck then and then he bit. Teeth sank into your scent gland, sharp and brutal and perfect, and the pain bloomed into something euphoric as the bond snapped into place. You felt it in your chest, your heart, your soul.

You were his, his Omega.

He held you through it, body trembling with the force of his orgasm as he emptied himself inside you with thick, hot, endless ropes of arousal. Your name was a mantra on his tongue, your body a temple he’s defiled and worshipped all at once.

When it was over, when you were trembling under him, skin flushed and lips parted, he kissed the mark on your neck and whispered against your skin, “Next time your Alpha makes you carry his pups.”

[nnnyxie]

“[name]! i need to talk to you! it’s important!” satoru yelled from across the training field. while he ran towards you, you couldn’t help but laugh. he was wearing shoko’s (obviously stolen) purple sweatshirt with the baggiest pair of lime green shorts, and small slippers he’d taken from utahime as a prank.

“what the hell are you wearing?”

satoru looked at the ground with a bright blush.

“i… i was in a hurry and put on the first things i saw…” he mumbled shyly. it was quite the sight— considering how confident he’s always been. “l-like i said, it’s important. really important,” you saw his adam’s apple bob.

“why are you being so serious right now? it’s weird, you know,” you teased to ease the tension that had formed between the pair of you.

“just shut up and let me talk, please,” he looked at you with a small pout. one you always thought was cute.

and with your cue of a nod, he took a deep breath.

“i’ve been thinking about you so much these past few months, it’s been driving me insane. like tweaking and scratching at my skin. i get so sick whenever i think about you—“

“not a bad sick though!” he panicked and lifted his sunglasses. “it’s a good kind of sick— like my stomach gets all fluttery and shit—“ he placed his hands on your shoulders and shook you. “and my heart pounds so fast whenever i’m around you. it’s even worse when you smile at me. i feel like i’m gonna die sometimes with how quick it is! it’s like i’m a damn hummingbird— i was planning on keeping it to myself but— i dreamt of you. i dreamt that you found someone to fall in love with and it made me hurt. i woke up in a cold sweat. that’s when i realized i needed to tell you—”

he took another deep breath, “i’m like— in love with you. i have such strong feelings for you and i don’t think they’ll ever go away.”

okay chat……. should i make this a fic…..?

[chaoisurmaster]

geto can’t take the hint

Wrote this probably a year and a half ago. Kind of proofread. Enjoy!

[9:48 p.m] You: I don’t like where this is going anymore. We’re over Suguru. Do not contact me.

One task for your Friday night was to break up with your current bae. You spent 20 whole minutes trying to type out a quick break up text. It shouldn’t have been this difficult, but you knew that no matter what, Suguru was not going to take it well.

You press send on your screen and quickly go to block his number. “That’s finally done.” You breathe a sigh of relief. “And I packed up all his shit in a box and I’ll give it to Satoru on Monday so he can give it to him. Works out perfectly.” You walk out of your room and head to your front door. You’re in the process of grabbing your coat and purse when there’s a knock on your door.

You’re frozen in place. Your heart rattling inside your ribcage. ‘There’s no way he would show up here that fast, right?’ Slowly and quietly, you move to the front door to look out the peephole, your chest heaves up and down as you open the door.

“Shoko! I said I would meet you at the bar!” You compose yourself. Calm washes over as she starts to tell you that she was in the area and decided to meet you so you can go to the bar together. “Geez, are you okay? You look like someone stomped on your hamster.” She teases as you two are seated and served your first drink. You thank the waiter.

“How would you even know what a person looks like after their hamster gets stomped on?” You quizzically glance at her as you sip your amaretto sour. She shrugs, “I have lore.” She takes a big chug of her beer. You laugh and roll your eyes at her. You two start chatting more about your work week and what each other has planned for the weekend.

“Oh look who just walked in. Over here!” She waves. You’re cursing yourself for being in the seat that has your back to the entrance. ‘Oh God, no.’ A large hand pats your shoulder and you turn, the panic subsides again, “Hey Yuki! Hi Utahime! Oh my gosh, Haibara!” You stand up and hug each one of them. You’re even shocked that somehow, Kento was talked into going out. “Wow, I’m gonna buy you a drink just for succeeding in what we fail to do Haibara!” You giggle.

Kento playfully rolls his eyes. “Have I really turned down everyone’s offer to go out for drinks before?” He asks. You all reply in unison, “Yes!” You’re feeling so much better as you get up to go to the bathroom. As you’re washing your hands, Utahime walk in. “Oh hey, Dumbass and Suguru just showed up. He’s ordering you another drink right now.” She casually mentions as she slips into the stall.

Your stomach drops to your ass. You just nod your head and dry your hands. You quickly rush out of the bathroom. ‘Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!’ You start to tell yourself that you can grab your things and slip out without being noticed. Your eyes widen as you get closer to the table and see Suguru, all smiles and making the group laugh. ‘Oh fucking hell.’ Satoru spots you and waves his lanky arm in a frantic manner, ‘Why is he so fucking insufferable?’ you think.

“There’s your girlfriend Suguru. You can stop crying now.” He laughs and Suguru shakes his head. “Hi pretty.” He purrs at you, as he stands up and kisses you. You’re like petrified wood and stupidly, you kiss him back. “Oh I took your seat.” Satoru throws in. “That’s okay Satoru. I ca—” Geto cuts you off, “Sit on my lap.” He sits and pulls you down. You fit perfectly on top of his thick, muscular thighs.

He snuggly wraps his arms around your waist. Such powerful arms, you know you can’t wriggle away. “Suguru…” you dip down and whisper in his ear, “Did you not get my text?” You ask. He looks up at you and smiles. “I did.” You’re equally confused and shocked. “Then what are you doing?” You ask. “I’m having a fun night out with my beautiful girlfriend and our friends. Oh look, here’s your drink I ordered for you.” He thanks the waiter and hands it to you. “And don’t worry, you can drink as much as you want tonight. I know you had two stressful presentations to finish at work this week. I’ll get you home safely and stay the night with you.”

He kisses your cheek. The group lets out a chorus of “Awes.” You sheepishly smile and sip the Long Island iced tea he handed you. He runs his hand up your back and softly places it on the back of your neck. You freeze. He seductively whispers in your ear, “I know you’re just stressed babe and your text from earlier didn’t mean anything. It’s okay. I’m not mad. Matter of fact, finish your drink and I’ll take you home and pamper you for the rest of the night. You deserve it.” He kisses your temple and you lock eyes with him.

You cannot, for the life of you, read him right now. His body language is relaxed, he doesn’t feel tense. His face has no signs of upset. He genuinely looks happy and unbothered. It’s scaring you. “Would you like that?” He asks as he rubs your back. You nod your head and quickly down your tea. “Ready?” He takes note of your empty glass. “Ye-yes.” You stutter. You two say your goodbyes to everyone. He takes your hand in his and you both walk to his car.

Being the gentleman he is, Suguru helps you in the passenger seat and buckles you in. He places a kiss on your forehead as he shuts the passenger door. Your hands are sweaty and your throat drier than when you and Shoko share two blunts to blow off steam. Suguru places his right hand on your thigh and you flinch a little. ‘Be fucking calm bitch!’ your inner monologue screams. “I’m sorry sweetie. Is everything okay?” His words were laced with concern. “I’m fine.” You quickly smile at him and look out the passenger window. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll take all that stress away as soon as we get to your place.”

He drives quickly and parks in your complex parking lot. You two take the elevator to your floor and make it to your front door. You go to search for your keys but Suguru takes his spare out and unlocks the door. “After you.” He smiles sweetly. You mumble a ‘thank you’ and step inside. He helps take your coat and shoes off. You hang your purse up. He places his hands on your hips as he comes up behind you and kisses the nape of your neck. The shivers that get sent down your spine could have frozen all the circles of hell.

You step forward and turn around. You put your arm out, an attempt to put some distance between you and your ex-boyfriend, er boyfriend? “Suguru, what are you doing?” You wish you sounded confident but your question came out so shaky that it’s pathetic. Suguru feigns innocence, “I’m here to help my girlfriend relax. Honey, I told you, I’ll help you de-stress tonight.” He takes a step forward and you take a step back. You run into the kitchen island and he puts his arms on either side of you, caging you in.

“That text I sent you earlier, I meant it. I meant every word of it!” You try to raise your voice but it comes out as soft as a whisper.

“Oh did you?” He coos, you nod your head. “You meant every single word of it?” he hisses as he presses himself against you, his lips mere centimeters from yours. Your bottom lip shakes and you’re fighting off the tears that threaten to cascade down your hot cheeks. Suguru notices it all and he pouts, he would never cause you harm.

You are the one shining piece he has in his life. He’s so utterly in love and devoted to you. Infatuated with you to the point where some people might think it’s unhealthy. Not him though. He adores you and anyone who says he’s obsessed in a bad way, just has never been madly in love before. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” He gingerly brushes the tendrils of hair from your face, “Talk to me pretty. Is it just work that’s bothering you? Am I not being a good boyfriend? Tell me what I did and how I can fix this?”

His words come out coated in saccharine. You swallow hard and shake your head to free you from the trance he had started to put you under. “This! I hate when you do this! You treat me like a goddamn 6 year old!” You push him away and you only are able to because he lets you.

You walk towards your room and continue, “You think I’m this delicate piece of glass that can’t tie her own shoes! You don’t even let me order what I want when we go out for dinner!” You scream as you turn around to face him. Suguru furrows his brows and puts his hands up, “Baby, I thought you liked when I catered to you like that. You’ve never said anything before,” he saunters to you, “You’re just so important to me, the most important person actually. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of to my standards.” He wraps his arms around your waist and looks down at you. “Wouldn’t I be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t take care of the love of my life?” he questions as he kisses your forehead.

You place your hands on his shoulders, “I didn’t say you’re a bad boyfriend—” he cuts you off “Then you don’t like when I spoil you?” He knows what he’s doing and unfortunately, you’re falling for it. “No! I love when you spoil me. I just—” he interrupts you again. “I spoil you too much then. Okay, I’ll dial it back.” He kisses the crook of your neck and kneads your ass with his hands. “Suguru, no that’s not it.”

A soft moan comes out of you as he pulls your skirt up and palms your ass. “Hmm okay so then I keep on doing every single thing I’ve been doing and don’t change a thing? Got it.” He rips your lace panties off you and you gasp. “I don’t thi—” his lips crashing against yours end your sentence. Suguru lifts you up to lay you on your bed. He discards the remainder of your clothes and his as he settles himself in between your legs.

“Suguuu...” you whine as he harshly spreads your legs wide open. He has a perfect view of that leaky pink pussy he loves so much. His mouth waters and he gets a little upset. Earlier you had believed you had ended your relationship with him and that means you would have taken away this sweet cunt from him. He makes a mental note to punish you another time for that. This time, he has to be sweet to remind you that there’s no one out there better for you than him.

“Mmmm there’s that pretty pussy I’ve been thinking about all day. My pretty pussy.” He places the pads of his thumbs on either side of your throbbing slit and spreads your folds open. He looks at you, “Isn’t that right love? She’s still mine?” He asks in a condescending tone but that’s lost on you cause you’re under his spell. You’re akin to a fly caught in a spider’s web. Fixing to be spun in silk and have life sucked out of you. You arch your back a little and whine. “Yes Sugu, she’s yours. All yours.” You bite your bottom lip. He bends down and softly blows air on your bundle of nerves. A louder whine slips out from your mouth.

“Princess…” he starts as he takes the head of his dick and taps it against your pulsing clit, “did you really mean what you said in that text earlier?” Suguru questions tenderly. You shake your head and whine at the slow taps. “Words pretty girl. Gotta use your words.” He sweetly tells you. “No Sugu. I didn’t mean it.” He slowly slides himself inside you and presses down on your womb at the same time. “Fuck! Ah ahaa!” You whimper at how he slowly fills you up.

“Then why did you say that to me baby? You trying to hurt my feelings?” He fakes a pout as he fully bottoms out. Suguru groans, “God, this pussy feels heavenly. She was made just for me. Only for me.” He breathes out. “Answer me, Princess.” He softly places a hand under each thigh and pushes your knees up by your ears. You moan out, “Sugu! Ngh—ah ah ah fuck!” Your eyes roll back as Suguru starts to propel into you at a snail's pace. You quickly look at him and shake your head, he gets mad when you don’t answer him, “I wasn’t trying to -oh shit- hurt your feelings. I promise.”

Satisfied with your answer, he thrusts a dial harder. “No baby? Then why did you say that? Have these three years meant nothing to you?” He questions again. He takes one hand off your thigh and licks his thumb, he starts using it to rub your clit. You close your eyes and arch your back again, the sensation causing your toes to curl.

Suguru smirks and he presses his thumb harder into your sensitive bud. “Answer me.” He demands. “I was just stressed!” You blurt out as tears pool in your eyes, “Just stressed from work! I’m sorry Sugu! So sorry. Please don’t be mad at me!”

He hums and takes his thumb off your clit and shoves it in your mouth. You comply and suck it, always so obedient for him and you don’t even know it. He takes his thumb out and goes to tweak a nipple of yours with the same hand. “I thought so Princess. I knew that’s what the problem was.” He starts to thrust deeper and harder. You can’t control the sweet sounds leaving your mouth and they’re the most beautiful harmony Suguru has ever heard. The louder you are, the better and don’t you dare try to cover your mouth.

“I’m — aah shit— sorry Sugu. Please don’t be mad —ah ah fuck, right there— at me.” You blubber out as the fat tip of his dick pummels your cervix. “Shhh Princess. I’m not mad at you. Not at all.” He leans down and kisses you sloppily. He can see you’re going crossed eyed. “All you have to do is just quit your job. Okay?” He rolls his hips and you can feel every vein on his dick rubbing against your plush pink walls. The squelching is getting louder and louder. “You hear me Princess?”

He looks at your face. You’re so fucked out already but some piece of you snaps you back and you answer him, “Yes Daddy. Qu—quit my job.” You grab onto his shoulders and he comes down to kiss you again. He presses his forehead against yours. “Feels s-so good. Feel so fu-full.” You moan out as he slams harder into you. “Yeah baby? Daddy making you feel good? You like that?”

He kisses you again. “Yes Daddy. Love it.” You’re babbling and he knows he’s won, “Love it when Daddy fucks me like this.” Your toes curl more and you clench around his thick length.

He groans and can tell you’re almost reaching your climax. “Just be a good girl for Daddy and he’ll fuck you like this every day.” He hisses as you clench tighter around him. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl.” Your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving cresent shapes. “I’m cumminggg.” You whine out and Suguru starts slamming his hips harder into you.

“Cum for me Princess.” and that’s all it takes for you to be pushed over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm snaps and cascades over you in waves. The squelching is embarrassingly loud. “Fu-fuck!�� You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m cumming too princess.” Suguru groans as he sloppily thrusts in and out of you. “I fucking love you.” He kisses you. “Fucking love you so much. God, your pussy feels so amazing. Wanna live in this pussy.”

And he releases his personal ribbons of white inside you. You both are breathing hard and covered in sweat. Suguru slowly pulls out and you whine at the loss of his big dick. He stares lovingly at the mixture of your juices and his. A beautiful mess that only you two get to make together.

He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you. You snuggle up to his chest and kiss it. “I love you.” You softly say. Suguru looks down at you and smiles, “I love you more princess.” He tenderly kisses your forehead.

As you’re drifting off to sleep you swear you hear him asking if you want him to cook breakfast for you both in the morning. You let out a hum that he takes as a ‘yes.’ Suguru smiles triumphantly. You have just, unknowingly, agreed to move in with him so he can always make sure you’re taken care of the right way, his way.

a/n: I had alot of fun when I wrote this! I love Suguru that refuses to accept a break up.

[softlypaintedseafoam]

the summer moon was born from the waves to be loved pt 2

synopsis. you got pregnant and satoru has to put together the pieces five years later.

pairing. gojou satoru x f!reader (afab)

word count. 7k | masterlist

content warning. 18+ (smut with feelings), college au, friends to friends with benefits to co-parents to lovers (what a pipeline), mild angst with a happy ending, use of y/n

reblogs & interactions appreciated.

and finally, part 2 is here! if you'd like to read part 1, click here if you already haven't since you will need the context to build off this one. this series is very near and dear to my heart and it's nice to have it here on this blog as well. fun fact this originally had a co-parent only ending but after writing satoru's pov, i felt so bad i couldn't commit. sorry nanami, better luck next time

o. buoy

If Satoru was forced to use some sort of ocean-related terminology to describe you, he’d say you’re a buoy.

You were the marine biology major. (What was the difference between that and oceanography? Satoru had no idea. You explained it to him at least twice though). Because of that, Satoru heard his fair share of marine terminology from you.

Buoys were those floating things at sea, the ones from Finding Nemo that had all the seagulls on it. You said they were guiding posts, gave heads up for reefs or they could be warnings for hazardous zones.

To Satoru, you were like an anchorless buoy that ー no matter how far he sailed ー he could never reach.

i. halocline

You’ve never felt permanent; not to Satoru.

You sooner felt like one of those quickly formed friendships you thought would last forever only for it to dwindle out as fast as it started. Then that person was just a forgotten name in your contacts list until you’re scrolling down and going ‘Who the hell is this? Delete’ without a second thought.

It was strange.

An oxymoron of the highest degree.

How did someone who was such a constant in his life from the moment you set foot in it simultaneously feel as impermanent as foam on the waves? One minute you were there, the next you weren’t. Satoru wasn’t sure when the fear of you disappearing entirely crept in.

When those looks started appearing on your face.

All he knew was that it started long before he started sleeping with you and it started long before you left.

One moment you’re hanging out ー undoubtedly doing something stupid. Singing the wrong lyrics to a song on the radio, putting Suguru’s hair in pigtails, watching María la del Barrio with Utahime who took one Spanish class and made telenovelas her entire personality for a month ー then you’d grow quiet and this far away look would be in your eyes. Satoru never knew where you went in those moments, but it wasn’t there.

So he’d do something to anchor you back to land. It didn’t have to be much.

A poke to the cheek,

a tickle to your side, 

calling out to you,

sometimes he’d even play with your fingers.

It didn’t matter what he did as long as you’d blink and grin and go “what’s up?” and everything would feel right in the world.

It never would feel right long enough though; the look always came back and the feeling would persist.

When you sang songs in the car.

(“I can do it fast or slow, it really doesn’t matter, though. ‘Cause I’m a pro, what you say? You wanna take me toe to toe? Uh no, dude, I think so,” you’d rap Kel’s verse flawlessly like you’d rehearsed it for hours. “My style is phat and Immature’s got my back on this funky trackー” you pointed at Satoru enthusiastically.

“You want fries with that?” Satoru would point back with way too much passion for a line that went way too hard for what he was actually saying. “Coo coo ca-choo whatcha gonna do?”

Shoko would roll her eyes but she’d still be smiling when Suguru softly brought in the chorus with rhythmic bumps of his head, “watch me do my thing, I like to do my thing, watch me do my thing, everybody sayー”

Your head continued to bump along but you stopped singing along and looked out the window. Satoru remembered he threw his arm around your shoulders loudly belting the rest of the lyrics until you laughed and joined back in.)

When you indulged Utahime’s telenovela personality change.

(“[First], quit zoning out. I’m bored.”

“Hey, unlike you, I’m actually paying attention.”

“Oh yeah, then what’s been going on?”

“Soraya Montenegro is gasping in Spanish right now.”

“Can you both shut u- OH MY GODー”

“IS NO ONE GONNA STOP THIS BITCH?”)

And at parties.

(Satoru always knew you were about to leave when you made that face. Things could start perfectly at the beginning of the night. You’d finally skulk out of your cave like you were Gollum from Lord of the Rings and wave him over. The next moment? You were in deep thought while your friends made joke after joke, rip after rip.

“Sorry gang, but my lips don’t touch anything but Don Equis and Asahi,” you’d say with an air of regality not suited for a party of college students. “Maybe Corona if there’s nothing else. I’m not drinking… whatever this is. So I’m gonna head out, there’s a 24 hour liquor store around here somewhere.”

“You coming back?” Satoru didn’t know why he asked, he already knew what your answer would be.

“Nah, I think I’m done for the night. I’ll catch you guys later though.”

“I’ll walk you back to your place then.”)

He doesn’t know why he looked at your lips that night at the park. 

You were friends, he liked being your friend. That’s all there was to it. It had always annoyed him up until that point when Suguru and Shoko joked the two of you were more like a couple than anything else. That he chased after you like a lovesick puppy, the pathetic but funny kind. He wasn’t sure why it annoyed him so much.

Maybe it was because it felt like it reduced everything about his friendship with you into that shit take that the opposite sex couldn’t just be friends.

Maybe it was something else entirely. He doesn’t know.

You weren’t permanent.

Not while you sat beside him in a park at who knows when in the morning and not even when you reassured him his life would work out the way he wanted and you touched him like he was something precious to you.

“Be careful I don’t disappear for months, spirited away by the sea folk on my Children of the Sea shit. I’ll come back to shore occasionally, mysterious as the sea itself.” You already were as mysterious as the sea itself.

“Even if you got spirited away, I’d just go and bring you right back.” Satoru meant it. Even if, more than anything, it felt more like he was making that promise to reassure himself. It didn’t matter how far off to the sea you went as long as Satoru could bring you back to the shore. “You’ve doomed yourself.” More specifically you said that to him. Maybe he should have taken it more of a warning than a light-hearted nudge.

“You said it first, remember?” You did. He remembered it as clear as day. He’d stumbled onto an unstable boat and you were a buoy far off in the distance.

“There’s no ditching me now, not even at sea.” So stay. That’s all Satoru needed you to do.

The sprinklers that decided to join in on the moment must have been a sign that he was in the middle of a prophecy that was going to be fulfilled whether he wanted it to or not. That’s why he kissed you first in the doorway of your bathroom when you just came to ask if he wanted tea.

Buoys are supposed to have anchors, right? 

Maybe he could be yours.

When Satoru woke up the day after the first time you slept together, he woke up alone.

It wasn’t until he reached out an arm lazily to your side of the bed and he patted the mattress several times that he realized no one was there. The bed had long since gone cold so you had to have been gone for a while. Yes, you called five minutes later from McDonald’s cheerily going “Yooo, Satoru, I’m at Mickey D’s, what do you want?” Still it cemented your impermanence and that was only the first of many times he woke up by himself.

You could be out the house or in; Satoru preferred when you were in. Sometimes you’d be in the kitchen humming some unknown tune, other times you’d be watching TV on the couch. Either way, he could drape himself over you with a tired ‘morning’ and hold you close.

(“What are you wa- is that the new episode of Love is Blind?”

“Um… I only just started it two minutes ago?”

“[First], what the hell!? While I was asleep?!”)

From then on when Satoru saw those far away looks, he’d kiss you since it was on the table now. Satoru put everything into those kisses and you’d kiss him back just as hard.

Don’t go anywhere. He’d thread one hand into your hair and the other would pull your waist closer to his. Satoru didn’t want or need anything else. Stay.

You kissed him like you would.

It’s crazy how easily you could just slip away from everything like a ghost that hadn’t been there at all. It was shockingly apparent that impromptu trip you took to the beach in the middle of the semester.

Everyone had been together in awe of the bioluminescent dots in the sea and it donned on him you hadn’t said anything in a while. You were gone.

He’d painted his panic in his usual bravadoー nonchalant and grinning, claiming he was gonna go bother you for a bit.

It was a relief when he found you.

It was dreadful when he found you.

Satoru couldn’t see your face clearly but he could tell your look was intent on the sea and how it shined with the glow of a billion bright lights. If there was a ghost ship calling you out to the depths, Satoru knew you’d leave in a heartbeat.

You slowly became more noticeably distant from your group of mutual friends after that trip. It didn’t start immediately, you’d acted the same as usual at first. You still sang songs in the car, Utahime had grown out of her novela phase in favor of all of you losing your shit at the editing of Indian serial dramas and in between those moments Satoru found himself in your bed again.

It was around that time you started kissing his forehead; when the kisses started, that’s when you started drifting away from his orbit. You said it was homework, your profs telepathically communicating to increase your workload.

You alright?

What kind of sadists are your professors if you’re this busy?

Just let me know if you need me to come over some kind of distraction. Sorry for coming over earlier unannounced, I shouldn’t have assumed. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.

“Do you think she thinks I’m being clingy?” Satoru mumbled as he stared at your text that you were fine just dying from homework. You definitely thought he’s being clingy. He’d always been a bit clingy with his friends. He was probably more overbearing than usual though.

“Yes,” Kenjaku replied without missing a beat. “You’re gonna get dumped if you keep this up.”

God what does Suguru see in this guy? He’s like a fucking parasite. “I wasn’t asking you,” Satoru glared. “And she isn’t my girlfriend.”

Suguru snorted, running his hands through his boyfriend’s hair, “play nice both of you,” he said lightly and Satoru rolled his eyes. “But if [First] is saying she’s fine, then just trust that she’s fine. She’ll come back around when her workload decreases.”

Satoru glared with a pout, “you’re worried too, don’t act like it’s just me.”

“I never said it was, it’s just that between the two of us I’m handling it better. I sent her a surprise uber eats delivery yesterday.” Asshole, that was a brilliant idea. Satoru wished he thought of it first. Instead he asked Shoko to check on you; maybe you’d be more receptive if it wasn’t him bothering you for the tenth text in a row.

Shoko went to check on you. Apparently you were fine and Satoru was worrying for nothing. She even said that you would come and hang out with them soon. Some people might say it’s a bit petty to celebrate the failures of others. In another universe, Satoru might even agree with them. But in this universe, Satoru was a hater first and foremost. So if he and his friends wanted to go out to eat to celebrate the fact Zenin Naoya was bitching about a failing grade on an essay, he and his friends were going to go out and eat to celebrate Zenin Naoya failing his essay.

Apparently, you were all haters.

It was also just nice seeing you again. If Satoru was more poetic, he’d probably add a bunch of other things to that statement. It was just nice to have you back.

“Karma is probably gonna come back to clap us in the ass for celebrating someone getting a bad grade,” you snickered.

“Sounds like a problem for future us,” Suguru grinned with a twinkle in his eyes.

“We go to school with the Japanese version of Ben Shapiro,” Satoru choked on his strawberry smoothie when Shoko said that. “I think we’re covered on karma.”

“Y’all are terrible people,” Satoru clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disbelief and shame.

“Hey, good neighbor, this dinner was your idea,” you nudged him with a dry tone and a smile.

Satoru nudged back with a grin of his own.

Dinner was fun, lots of drinks and jokes. It was a non-alcoholic beverage sort of night. Shoko said it was because they’d clearly been drinking too much if Satoru of all people had gotten better with holding his liquor. Her point was fair but rude nonetheless yet when Satoru turned to whine for you to come to his defense, the distant glaze was over your eyes and your smile was smaller than it had been the last time he looked at it.

“[First],” your motion to close your apartment door stopped and you hummed with a raised eyebrow. Satoru felt more dread than usual that night. Something about the air had been different. The face you made felt different than it normally did. It was always distant, you were always far away, but tonight was the worst it had ever been. “We’re good, right?”

You look at him like he grew an extra four eyes. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Satoru couldn’t meet your eyes as he shrugged wordlessly. You’d probably say he was being ridiculous and clingy if he mentioned anything but he couldn’t find anything else to say to make himself seem unbothered either.

You rolled your eyes with a grin before stretching your arms out wide. “You’re being overdramatic, you big baby. Come here, big guy,” Satoru pulled you in close, burying his nose in the corner of his neck. Despite welcoming your embrace, it did nothing to soothe Satoru’s anxieties.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Satoru asked without pulling away from you completely.

The way you smiled at him was warm but it still somehow felt unreadable. Satoru knew all of your smiles. Your happy ones,

the sad ones, 

the one you made when Sora finally got into Smash. 

The ones you made when you were mad that he was successfully charming his way out of you being mad at him. 

Satoru didn’t know this one.

Despite that fact, Satoru let you cup his face in your hands and he let you stand on the tip of your toes to place a kiss on his forehead. “See you, Satoru.“

ii. undertow

Sleep didn’t come to Satoru after he laid in bed.

His head was too full as he kept running back through what you told him after he took you home.

You didn’t say you’d see him later.

You’re just being overdramatic, Satoru forced his eyes to close. You’re always overdramatic. It’s my best trait 30% of the time.

No one else said anything that night, it was just him who felt like this, right? It was always just him. If everyone else felt like something was off all night, someone would have mentioned it by now. With that, Satoru forced his eyes closed for all of five minutes before he decided to send, at the very least, a dumb meme. Something that’d make you laugh when you saw it and would make you reply “I’m wheezing” or “that’s so us!”

A quick stroll through his photos was all it took to find something suitable. He can’t remember exactly what it was, only that it was stupid.

It was stupid and didn’t go through to your phone.

A disconnect and reconnect dance to his wifi later and it still didn’t go through.

Satoru’s feet was on the pavement before not even a heartbeat after he calmly made sure his apartment was locked.

He just had to be sure you were okay. It was just him being an overdramatic, big baby. Your phone died or something and that’s why nothing was going through. Or maybe this was like the time you put your phone in airplane mode to narrowly avoid sending Shoko the wrong meme and then forgot to switch it back off.

You don’t answer the door when he knocks and he goes back and forth between knocking and trying to reach you on your other socials.

Twitter? Blocked.

He can’t find you anywhere else.

Instagram.

LINE.

Discord.

It’s like you were never there, gone from all the group chats and servers you once shared.

Satoru stayed outside of your apartment for the better part of an hour before one of your neighbors opened her door tired and annoyed.

“Dude, do you know what time it is?” Your neighbor asked groggily. She’s a nice girl, the reason rent was low enough in the area you could afford an apartment on your own. Apparently she wrecked shit in the neighborhood on the low to keep the rent down. Even better was the fact she was the landlord’s daughter. Not all heroes wore capes. 

“Sorry,” Satoru knew he must look like a maniac with his messy hair and wide eyes. “have you seen [First]? I’m having a hard time reaching her.”

The neighbor gave him a funny look, “she moved out tonight,” she told him like that was the fifth time she told him that her favorite color was orange. “I thought it was weird you didn’t help with moving her stuff out a few days ago. She gave me the key to give it to my dad tomorrow. Didn’t she tell you she was leaving?”

iii. la niña

Satoru didn’t know which was worse sometimesー the fact Shoko kept the fact he had a daughter a secret for five years or how he found out.

It wasn’t like Shoko approached him one gloomy night when memories of the most prominent ghost in his life began bubbling to the surface. She didn’t grimly say that she needed to tell him something and he should sit down for it. She didn’t start off with apologies, saying she felt she had no choice or that if things had gone different she would have told him.

None of that happened.

Satoru found out by accident.

Accident.

All because Shoko didn’t hear him approach her when she was on her phone scrolling through instagram. She was so focused on whatever she was looking at, she didn’t even notice how Satoru quietly snickered to himself and snuck behind her to give her spook. He was just about to say something, ready for swears and ‘you’re so annoying, what are you 12?!’s when he took an instinctual glance at her phone and he saw you.

Thoughts of scaring Shoko went out the window in a matter of milliseconds. He didn’t even feel his body move when he snatched her phone out of her hand.

“Heyー” Shoko started with an offended hiss but when she looked over her shoulder, she looked like she saw an impending storm and her jaw clamped shut.

Satoru took in the photo like it was the last thing he’d ever see. You were dressed in a blue t-shirt and cream colored shorts, some aquarium’s logo stitched into your clothes. You were holding a kid, hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek while the girl was caught mid-giggle. And when Satoru looked at the little girl in your arms, it was his eyes that looked back.

“I- she told me not to say anything,” Shoko murmured, brown eyes looking anywhere but at him. Then the secrets came rolling out one after the other.

“If I didn’t see this picture,” Satoru’s grip tightened on Shoko’s phone to ground himself to the present. “Were you still going to keep this a secret from me?”

Her answer was silence.

iv. el niño

“I have to be honest,” from the corner of your eye, you see Satoru chasing after Itsuki, Nanako and Mimiko. Suguru is watching next to you on the bench, your respective care bags for accidents and playground injuries at the ready between you. “I thought I’d be more surprised you’re a dad now. But it kinda just makes sense. You always had ‘single mom’ energy in school.”

Brown eyes flash with recognition, “you had a dream about me adopting kids once, right?”

“No, I had a dream where you were off a perk and calling people without powers ‘monkeys’,” you correct your old friend petulantly. As if he should have remembered after all these years without contact. “You just happened to adopt children in the process of all that.”

Suguru snorts, “my apologies for getting the details wrong. So you had a dream that I adopted kids once and that I was off a perk.”

“Exactly, thank you.”

A silence somewhere between comfortable and awkward settles over the two of you, save for the squeals of little girls and Satoru’s manic laughter as the evil sorcerer king.

Suguru looks nice. 

He’s still rocking the man bun but he’s opted to let some of his hair hang loose and he’s a couple hundred pounds down a shitty, parasitic boyfriend. Suguru and Kenjaku broke up halfway through the semester after you transferred. “Before you ask, yes, we had dinner to celebrate,” Suguru told you when you saw him for the first time in years a few days ago.

You’ve had your fair share of private updates on the lives of your old friends you didn’t keep in contact with. Shoko kept you up to date on everything. A surprising number of your old friends had gone into the field of educationー Utahime, Suguru and Satoru. You wonder how Satoru’s parents reacted to that information. You have yet to ask; it seemed like too much of a mood killer when Satoru happily recounted stories about his students a few weeks ago.

When Itsuki almost trips you make to stand but Satoru catches her before you can blink. 

“He’s pretty good with her,” Suguru says like he’s a mind reader. “There was this kid we used to babysit, Riko, when we were younger. He said he hated it but he’s always been pretty good with kids.”

You can believe it. There’s plenty of things you remember Satoru complaining about despite his inherent talents in them. It makes you want to cry sometimes seeing how good he is with Itsuki. Your daughter is smart enough to play neutral when he asks but you’re pretty sure your daughter has a favorite parent. Adorable little traitor, you laugh softly to yourself. You’d think five years would give someone an edge.

Five years.

“Are you… mad?” You look at your old friend from the corner of your eye.

Suguru takes his time answering, mulling over unknown thoughts in his head. Playful as you remember Suguru being, he’s always been introspective. He thinks before he acts, lets things slowly come to a boil before turning off the stovetop. “I was more worried than mad to start,” he finally speaks. “It’s not everyday an entire group of people gets ghosted. I’m a little mad you didn’t open up though.”

Your smile is small and your eyebrows knit apologetically. 

“But at the end of the day, this is nothing compared to what went down between Satoru and me in high school. So I guess I can forgive you.” You never did get the story about Satoru and Suguru’s mysterious high school turning point. The itch to know all the details is minor compared to the way your shoulders relax when Suguru shoots you a familiar smile. I missed you too. “Just don’t do anymore disappearing acts.” Smooth as they come, Suguru raises a closed fist just above your care bags. 

Smile a bit more grand, you bump the side of your fist to his. “I can happily vouch that it won’t be happening again.”

“Good. It’s nice to have you back.”

“It’s nice being back.”

v. sea state

“Did you get an undercut?”

“Yeah, a while ago,” Satoru grins. “I look nice, right?”

“Please accept the compliment normally so your arrogance doesn’t rub off on our daughter,” you shake your head but a good-natured grin is plastered on your face. “Itsuki, make sure Daddy behaves. You’re in charge as the honorary aquarist.”

Itsuki’s eyes fill with delight at the duty bestowed upon her. “I will,” she promises, chest puffed with as much pride as a five year old can produce. It’s a rare day off in the middle of the week for Satoru. Normally he’s confined to his school during these hours, but thanks to some school holiday you scheduled in advance for him to take Itsuki around your aquarium. It isn’t the first time Itsuki’s been, you’d taken her there before she could even walk. It might as well be her first visit though from how she’s beaming. “Daddy, you have to be good so Mommy doesn’t get mad.”

“As you command, general,” Satoru salutes playfully, picking Itsuki up in his arms. “Now then, if you excuse us, this father-daughter duo is gonna enjoy the aquarium while you work.” 

“Bup bup bup,” you tut before the man can take off. “At least let me get my goodbye kiss before you run off to have fun without me,” you peck Itsuki’s cheek once, twice before blowing a raspberry and she squeals. “Alright,” you place your hands on your hips. “You two go have fun. Tell Daddy all the names you gave the whale sharks, okay?”

You think that’s that until Itsuki innocently asks, “where’s Daddy’s kiss, Mommy?” You blink once. Maybe you misheard- “You’re supposed to give both of us goodbye kisses, aren’t you?” Apparently you haven’t.

“I think Daddy’s too old for goodbye kisses, Itsuki.”

Itsuki squints, unsatisfied with your answer, “but Grandma always kisses Granny and they’re ancient.”

Why do your parents have to have a long lasting and fulfilling love life?

You and Satoru share an awkward smile as you both wonder what either of you can do to get out of this situation. Kissing Satoru used to be as easy as breathing. He’s always been the more affectionate of the two of you and it rubbed off on you some time during your university days. But you’re not in university anymore and your relationship has most definitely changed since then.

Still with bated breath, you gesture for Satoru to bring his head low enough for you to kiss his forehead, “there. Now both of you go have fun.”

If you think you see Satoru’s expression dim, he’s all smiles the moment you blink. “Try not to be jealous when you see us feeding the stingrays, [First].” He’s gone before you can tease you’re the one of the employees that help with that.

Once a maelstrom, always a maelstrom.

You love your place of work, it always has a familiar noisy sort of peaceful bathed in the light of blue decorated in corals, pinks and purples. Aquariums have a special magic to them. You fell in love with the sea when you were young and never fell out. The magic somehow is renewed every time you clock in, even on the most trying days.

How can you not when you see the dozens of people that stop by with the same love?

How can you not when you see dozens of people that stop by and fall in love with it for the first time?

“Hi, Mommy!” You hear Itsuki call from a distance. You wonder how she can even see you when you look up and see she’s on Satoru’s shoulders. It’s so natural, the two of them together. She’s wearing his sunglasses, if you can really say that. They keep sliding off her face but she holds onto them resolutely and Satoru is smiling widely in front of the tank full of black tip reef sharks, whale sharks and dozens of other fish in between.

You don’t know how your heart can fill with even more affection than you thought possible but it does. “Hi, baby,” you wave back. “I love you!”

“I love you too!” I have to enjoy that before she gets old enough to start thinking she’s too cool to tell her mom I love you. You know Satoru should too when you see her lean over to plant her father an awkward kiss on his head. You can’t hear what she tells him but you can guess she must be saying she loves him. Even from his profile, you can tell Satoru is saying he loves her back from how adoringly he looks up at her.

You see Itsuki giggling and saying something else you can’t hear, looking down at her father in earnest.

Whatever it is she says, Satoru looks over at you with eyes that are wide and somehow reflect all of the blue from tank lights. Despite how it makes your heart twist, you give him another small wave. When he doesn’t wave back, you wonder what it is your daughter could have said that had him in such a stupor.

Whatever he says to Itsuki, his eyes stay on you while he says it.

vi. nearshore

“Do you still like the same brand of honey or no?” You call over your shoulder from the kitchen.

It’s unusually quiet in your apartment since Itsuki is at your parents’ house for the weekend. You only realized you’d forgotten to tell your co-parent when he showed up at your house with sweets in hand. “What Itsuki doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” you told him with a snicker when you invited him inside to eat them. 

“Satoru?” You call out again.

No response.

You turn off the eye your kettle is on and look out into the living room. He’s right where you left him. “Hey,” you sit on the ottoman in front of him. He blinks in surprise when he sees your hand waving in front of face. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Satoru smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Let me rephrase that question,” you start anew. “What’s wrong? Come on now,” you grin crookedly. “You’ve always sucked at pretending to be okay in front of me.”

Satoru’s smile falters for a heartbeat, “yeah?”

“Yes, Mr. Bravado,” Satoru might have been an expert at fooling others, but you know him. He was the guy who never took notes but passed every test because he worked his ass off in the background. The type who’d act oblivious but you realize halfway through a meal that the reason he took you is because he noticed you’d been feeling down lately. It’s one of the things you love about him. “So come out with it, fess up.”

One, two, three seconds pass before Satoru finally cracks.

“I’m mad. More at myself than anything.” Before you can reply, Satoru opens his mouth again but it feels more like he’s talking to himself. “I shouldn’t be upset anymore, right? We made up.” Satoru runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. “We made up,” he says again. “I shouldn’t still be mad about anything. Things have been going great.”

Satoru finally falls silent and he looks tired. You hate you’re the reason for it. “It’s okay to still be mad about Itsuki. I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I… I’d take it back if I could. I know that doesn’t mean anything after five years but I mean it. Even if I was scared I should have told you. I just- I don’t know, it had gotten into me. I was thinking how you couldn’t commitー”

“You thought I was non-committal?” Satoru raises an eyebrow and he looks hurt by your revelation.

“Satoru, you have never been in a relationship with anyone throughout the time I’ve known you,” you rub your finger and thumb together nervously. Five years later is as good as any time to have a conversation you should have had long ago. “You were scared when I asked what our relationship was, remember?”

“I didn’t know what the right answer was,” Satoru argues with his hands raised. “I thought you were tired of our friends always talking about us being a couple.”

“You were relieved when I said that-” you stammer over your words thoughts going much faster than your mouth could. You remember the tormented days of unrequited affection quite clearly. If there was someone who avoided romantic relationships like the plague, it was Satoru. He was a flirt, relished in the attention he received for his well-known good looks. Regardless, he’d never committed to anyone. “You said fucking someone else was a non-issue! For all I knew you were sleeping with someone else, it wasn’t like we were-”

“It was a non-issue if it meant you weren’t going to take off and start avoiding me!” Satoru snaps like you’ve grown a second head. Maybe you did judging by how he looks at you incredulously. Your mouth closes, unsure what to say next and Satoru looks away with a scoff. “It’s the other way around,” he mutters so soft you almost didn’t catch it. “you were the non-committal one.”

“Excuse me?” It’s your turn to look at Satoru like his body has magically sprung additional body parts. When he doesn’t immediately say anything, you double down. “Satoru, you don’t get to say that and then turn around and not elaborate on it.”

“You know, the first day we met, Suguru told me that I acted like the sun shined out of your ass,” Satoru says much to your confusion. But he went on, lost in his memories, “it might as well have, I thought you were so cool. I wanted you in my life so bad from pretty much the moment you said I doomed myself. I didn’t care what happened next in my life as long as you were there for it.

“But you left me,” Satoru croaks with a smile, crystal blue eyes dark and empty. “You left me.” The way he says it breaks your heart. “I’m so gone for you. I’ve always been gone for you. I just didn’t want to see it. Somehow I always knew you’d leave.” He laughs, cold and humorless and completely lost. “And you did.

“You could be right there with me and then suddenly be so far away. It always felt like you would just up and leave one day. You and Utahime always talked about intuition and trusting it. I guess mine was saying from early on ‘this girl is gonna break your heart one day, don’t fall in love with her.’”

“I knew it when you got those far away looks in your eyes. I knew it when I woke up that first morning alone. I knew it when you didn’t say you’d see me later. And just like that you were gone on that ghost ship. You left and didn’t even tell me you were going. Do you know how much that fucking hurt? I wait outside for hours and your neighbor’s the one who tells me you’re gone. I may have purposely lied to myself about how I felt but I never slept with anyone else. I didn’t want anyone else. I was the one who kept reaching out, you never reached back.

Itsuki’s the second tier on the cake and the rest of the frosting. You’ve been gone on that ghost ship for five years and when I finally catch up, I still feel like I’m drowning.”

“… I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I didn’t know.”

“I know. That’s almost the worst part. Guess I didn’t wear my heart on my sleeve as much as you thought.”

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.

“It was the week after our second year midterms,” you recall when you were six years younger and the biggest problem you had in life was a professor was out to get you. Midterms had finally passed and you were on a victorious emotional high after finishing your last exam. At least until some asshole who should have covered their mouth coughed and you were coughing by the end of the day. “I got a cold and just so I could breathe better when I slept, you let me lay on you on the couch the whole time even though you ended up getting sick afterwards.” 

You’d felt so bad, coughing all the while but Satoru hadn’t let you budge an inch, proudly claiming ‘I don’t get sick, I’m built different so cough away.’ When he got sick days later, he said over coughs, ‘This has nothing to do with when you were sick. This is from Suguru.’ “That was when I realized that I’d been stupidly in love with you ever since I met you.”

Gojou Satoru has been called many things throughout your years of knowing him. But for you, the fall child has always been easy to love. He was made for it. “You were a pain in the ass but you were my pain in the ass. I never wanted it any other way.”

“Stop being mean to me,” Satoru leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder just as you wrap your arms around his back. “Don’t you know who you’re being mean to when you’re being an ass?”

You laugh weakly, “the guy I’m still gone for?” When you hear a sniffle in the corner of your neck, you tighten your grip.

“Don’t go away this time,” Satoru hugs back.

vii. ocean deep, seafoam soft

Satoru finds himself in your bed again for the first time in years.

“I confess my love to you and you try to kill me, I’m hurt.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby, I didn’t even know it was there,” you chuckle fondly after the two of you stumble into your bed after nearly tripping on a stray toy on your floor. Satoru loves that laugh. He loves how you look up at him with all the adoration in the world. “Remember that time we forgot that textbook was on your bed?”

“Please don’t remind me, my back hurts just remembering it,” Satoru whines but laughter escapes him despite his apparent trauma. It wasn’t one of your best moments during your shared years of sexual escapades in college. You pull him down kiss his lips tenderly and he practically moans, relishing the feeling. No more forehead kisses, he wants to tell you. You did that a lot before you left. 

“I love you,” Satoru whispers in awe at the words falling out of his own mouth. In awe at the fact you’re even there with him at that moment. “I love you.”

Your hands cup his face like he’s something precious and you thumbs away the tears pooling in his eyes despite the ones in your own, “I love you too.”

Satoru’s had sex with you more times than he can count. 

He memorized everything, refused to forget a single detail. It feels like the first time all over again.

The way one set of your fingernails dig into his back while he envelopes your other hand with one of his own. How your fingers intertwined tightly. How amazing you feel squeezing around him tightly. The speed of your pulse as he peppers your throat with kisses and soft nips. The ache between his legs as he rolls his hips into you gently yet persistently, chasing his high but wanting it to last long beyond the confines of this singular moment. 

It’s not just this one moment anymore though. “[First],” Satoru squeezes your hand tighter. “[First].”

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Don’t leave me this time, Satoru gasps like a man starved for air before kissing you again desperately. Stay.

(When Satoru wakes up the next morning to you in his arms and playing with his hair at the base of his neck, he feels like could cry. He nestles into your chest with a tired grin, “morning.”)

viii. anchor

Gojou Itsuki, that’s the name staring back at him.

Satoru loves when it’s his birthday. Until Itsuki was born it was arguably the best day in the universe. The importance of birthdays tends to titter on the rope of priorities, but it’s the one day of the year when the people important to him would pop up to say ‘hi’. Even people from the past. An old teacher he used to drive crazy but always said he thought Satoru had a lot of potential.

His mom still sent him a birthday text even if most of their exchanges are dry the rest of the year.

Even his students will tip in to get him a card and some sort of celebratory gift on December 7th.

December 7th lost a bit of its shine when you exited from his life. With you and Itsuki both in it, it shines tenfold.

It’s just the light is too blinding when Satoru takes out his last present of a plain envelope and he sees Gojou Itsuki written in bold and clear text.

Gojou Itsuki

Father: Gojou Satoru

v. sea state private ver.

"Daddy, do you love Mommy too?”

“Yeah. Daddy loves Mommy.”

[noodle-is-unstable]

I was asked to do some of the previous JJK Character prompts with the women so here we are lol

The JJK Women finish a little too fast (Established Relationship)

18+ this is more than Suggestive

Ft ~ Utahime Iori, Takako Uro , Nobuko Takada, Mamaguro, Manami Suda

Synopsis ~ The JJK Women finish a little too quickly

Content Warning ~ 18+, Crack as HELL, Suggestive, Language, no real Angst, no real Fluff. I'm autistic IDK

[annievrse]

skirt

satoru x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb c/w: reader wears a skirt, best friend gojo, everybody's in their early twenties (pretending nobody died or went astray, so suguru + haibara are here!!))

"When are the boys getting here?" Utahime asks, smoothing out one of the picnic blankets on the sand.

Shoko throws you a look, one you hate, and you check your phone. Your messages with Satoru are a mix of flirting and faux hatred shared between best friends. "5 minutes."

"Okay," Utahime mumbles, standing on the blanket. "I'll go get the extra snacks from the car."

And then she's gone, walking up the sand. The night is quiet, the only sound being the crackling of the bonfire a few feet down the beach.

"You know he's gonna freak out, right?"

You jump at the deadpan words of Shoko, and you turn toward her. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Your friend rolls her eyes and gestures to your outfit. "You know exactly what I'm saying. Gojo's gonna lose it."

With hot cheeks, you look down at your mini skirt. I mean, yeah, it's rare for you to wear such an item of clothing in the Jujutsu world, but you didn't think of it as such a big deal (you did).

Shrugging smugly, you place your drink in the cupholder of the camp chair. "Not like I planned to wear this since we made these plans."

But Shoko catches the smirk on your face and laughs. "Yeah, okay."

"Hey!" Haibara yells from the carpark. You and Shoko turn to see the boys making their way down the sand, Utamine in between Suguru and Nanami with bags of chips in her arms.

"Hide me," You giggle, grabbing Shoko by the shoulders to force her in front of you.

"You're joking," She whispers, rolling her eyes.

"Can you believe the nerve of these guys?" Utahime grumbles. "They had the great idea to get fast food instead of eating our prepared food!"

Shoko moves to lecture Suguru, who's holding a large paper cup in his hand, and soon rips into the other two. Satoru, however, pays no mind to her ranting.

As soon as his eyes land on you, he's looking at the sky and cursing under his breath. The glow of the bonfire on his face makes his hair orange, which makes you smile while you give him a twirl.

His strides are long as he stalks toward you, hands full of takeout. Your palms rest on his cheeks, and he refuses to look down, his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and gaze on your lips pulled into a smile.

“Can I just kiss you right here?”

You throw your head back in laughter. "No!"

Satoru groans and looks down at your legs where the skirt ends. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

“Good. Might save Shoko from a heart attack.”

“When you two are done, we'd love to start eating,” Nanami calls, eyes narrowed at you.

"Hold on, Negative Nancy," Satoru chirped. "I'm admiring the love of my life."

Shoko scoffs and groans. "Make her your girlfriend before you start yapping."

Satoru shrugs one shoulder, hands hovering at your sides. You roll your lips between your teeth, legs shaky and heart pounding.

"Okay! I'm hungry, I'm eating," Suguru says, the rustling of paper bags following his sentence.

At the sound, the rest of the group start unpacking their dinner, choosing to ignore you.

Satoru sighs, moving his takeout bag to a spare finger on the hand holding his cup.

"Come on," He whispers, his hand low on your back. "Sit with me. I wanna get a better look at you."

[roturo]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI

₊˚⊹♡ I WANNA SEE IT IN MOTION! IN 3D! gojo satotu, geto suguru, nanami kento, yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

tags: sexting, degradation, some of them have sub/dom dynamics, semi public arousal (?), sex videos (do not practice this irl), friends with benefits, established relationships, and more idk.

A/N: such a weird combination of jjk men lol

gojo satoru

he was tired and annoyed once he got to the hotel after killing some stupid curses that easily a grade 2 sorcerer could do the work– but oh how they have been insisting on him to continue doing missions this days. he swears it’s utahime’s fault to finally take control over the tokyo students and make them move to kyoto.

but the true thing is that he was also so pent up after spending a long time without you beside him, he would call it a day after taking a shower and lay in bed– but a notification on his phone stopped him before doing so.

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i bought this new pair, it reminded me of your eyes, i miss you:(

and holy fuck- he swears if he wasn’t in just a pair of black briefs his cock would suffocate because of how fast he got hard– his hand immediately traveling trough and start working nicely to release the feeling. the pre-cum being more than enough to lubricate his cock and make it easier to jerk off– with one hand he opened up the camera and took a video before sending it to you.

sounds of whines and whimpers coming out of the video, making you immediately wet– a visible wet patch forming in your panties, he sounded so pretty– pretty enough to reply to him with another video of you coming –still with your panties on– by just rubbing yourself in the pillow.

“ah fuck it– someone else can take care of this mission”

geto suguru

he’s not a fan of it– he prefers having it in real motion in 3D– and he knows that because when you do send him some risky text or picture is just to piss him off– or maybe he likes to think you’re just a horny slut for him. 

but fuck it, why he couldn’t be the horny slut just for once this time? just one time –that’s what he promised himself– the idea of you going out with your friends today, the dress you were wearing being a lil bit too much short for his liking –not wanting to be the type of boyfriend he wouldn’t let you wear whatever you want– and he knows other men will be seeing you and get hard just at the thought of you, so that’s why he needed you like right now.

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wouldn’t u be so nice to come back home and help me relieve some stress? pls baby, i need you.

and this was surprising as fuck because geto was always so dominant, making you the needy one in the relationship, so this wasn’t an opportunity to waste.

send a video of yourself to show me how much you want me.

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fuck, i’m typing with just one hand rn, all i can think of is your pretty lips around my cock.

you were in the restroom of the bar you decided to go out with your friends, core pulsing, surely there was a wetness coming out of you, trying to release some tension, you tried to find some friction by rubbing your thighs together.

i’m going back home baby, do not cum.

nanami kento

“you fucking horny needy slut.” 

he exhaled, the words barely hearable– he had to re-adjust in the chair he was sitting on, pants suddenly too tight, tie not letting him breathe and time going lower this time.

“Nanami-san, are you feeling okay?”

he wouldn’t admit it outloud but he’s a fan of the risky texts you send him, edging him and make him eager to go back home as soon as possible– but right now, it would be nice if you didn’t send this in the middle of a fucking reunion he had with some clients. this time you wouldn’t be the only one playing silly games– he would take a quick photo of his growing erection in his pants, with no text, no emoji, no nothing. and the reunion was stressing him out, he was so pent up that he’s a millimeter from standing and leaving.

you knew that, you fucking knew he was in a reunion, but you still decided to desobey him and be a needy brat just to be fucked stupid. and ohh he wouldn’t fall for your silly games, he’s not angry, he’s actually pretty excited to get back home and just edge you till you fall apart in his arms begging for release.

he couldn’t wait.

yuta okkotsu

he’s BRIGHT RED. he was supposed to be focusing on whatever gojo-sensei was talking about, but the moment he opened up your message he expected everything else but this. 

and he thinks this was an accident, but no way– the way your body looks, how good your tits looked, damn. 

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why won’t you come and play with me instead yuta~ ;( 

shit, he felt his cock throb and start growing inside his pants– it was so painful to see you like that and can’t have the real thing in 3D to touch, he swears he could just cum if you showed up in front of him like that-

“Are you okay Yuta?”  Maki’s voice brought him back to reality, the sudden pain of his cock searching for release becoming a little bit too much to bear– he needed to do something right now.

He excused himself to the restroom, clear erection showing on his pants– praying to god no one saw it, a wet patch forming in it thanks to the amount of pre-cum he was leaking right now.

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lewd sounds came from the video; panting, whimpers, and moans saying your name– you never thought he would answer back, fuck- you even thought this was going to ruin your relationship with yuta, but holy fuck. 

there he was, fucking his fist in the bathroom at the image of you, sudden cum painting the mirror, loud whimpers came out of him, telling you how much he needed your little pussy wrapped around his cock–

I’m going to your dorm rn, cant wait anymore

megumi fushiguro

okay. you were supposed to be only friends but god damn. he swears it was the time– suddenly the texts turned more risky and now you’re sending him a video of rubbing yourself with your pillow with his shirt. 

and he was never this eager to cum, biting the lower part of his shirt so he could keep his moans back and not wake up Yuuji in the other group (plus he was way too needy to take his shirt off), phone on the other hand on a video call with you while he shows the lewd image of himself fucking at your own movements between a screen.

fuck gojo-sensei, why did he had to send him on a mission? he needs to see you like that but instead of a pillow being the thing you’re rubbing your pussy into, it needs to be his cock instead.

“Ah- ffuck…” small sounds calling out your name came from megumi’s mouth, almost audible thanks to the shirt preventing him from moaning out loud, “sshit, i just wanna be back to see you and touch you baby, i know you won’t regret this.” strips of cum coming out of him, the view making you dizzy and helping you reach your own high too.