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weird shit for you to tell us about tomorrow: what colour do you think your soul is? what sex-related injury are you most likely to inflict? whatâs your dream breakfast? whatâs your nightmare breakfast? what gets you off lately? what makes you feel whole? when you think of someone you hate, what is it about them that makes you so bothered? what were you like when you were four? ok love you goodnight
its far from tomorrow but it is today
my soul is purple. blues and reds billowing against each other, melancholy and passion merging together. serenity, wisdom and reliability fusing with anger love vigour and courage. ya
i bite really hard during sex. i only broke skin once but its because my canine scraped her collarbone
dream breakfast FUCK. honestly. any cabane Ă sucre breakfast forever and ever. classic eggs sausage bacon potatoes toast with jam and butter and a side of blueberry pancakes. nightmare breakfast? huh. i dunno. i love breakfast. probably likeâŠ.oatmeal
what gets me off? im not sure if this has a sexual intent but i shall answer figuratively and literally. figuratively, pretty much everything. i am a very grateful individual. the cracks in my life are filled with gold. as for sexually, being smothered, like, borderline suffocated
ngl when i bike really really fast (and recklessly) on my electric bike and feel like im about to die but i dont. i feel pretty whole then
i dont hate anyone, not really. i kinda mostly feel pity for people, which might be worse. i think ultimately though, the thing i tend to âhateâ the most is when someone tries to manipulate me so blatantly and obviously. even worse when it actually works. anything that bothers me in someone though is kinda silly, in retrospect, because its usually just a personality clash.
when i was four i was polite, charming, dangerously curious and highly adventurous. i would climb everywhere. every time my mom would turn away from me, iâd climb. you always had to look up to find me. i was a bit strange, always thinking. i needed constant stimulation and would get it on my own. i was very very mature. would greet people at the door, offer them water. i had manners. i wanted attention but didnât know how to get it. i was off in lalaland a lot, always making up stories and roleplaying entire movies. i wasnât much different than how i am now, only more innocent.
thank you so kindly for this. it was super fun like holy shit. youâre so good to me đ
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Them doing a photo lineup of the mugis for the battle and when it's Robin's turn she just turns and does a blue eyed stare at the camera đđ
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#i have a question about the heart pirates.... they just look like doctor's assistants... they dont even have weapons and for all we've seen#the only one who maybe can fight is the big guy and he's new... and bepo is the navigator and draws shit maps... how does the crew work.....#well all minks can fight but idk if bepo was trained in zou.... so....#why is sanji's little dance now moving his ass side to side akdhaksk#oh finally!!! shachi and penguin are swordmen and bepo kicks!! we really haven't seen much of them... idr if they did much in sabaody#honestly if law just took his friends for the ride and took care of everything else.... respect#the animation..... JESUS CHRIST!!!!!#there really was no need to bound man now but alas it looks cool#denjiro ITS TIME!!! YEAAAAAAHHH#the wig..... dramatic reveal....#kinemons plan being misunderstood and working becausw of it ajdhajshsj#and what boats did they destroy??? lmaoo??#luffys fit kinda falls apart on his orange jorts... purple and orange okay but red too??? mmm.....maybe red and purple dont match either....#kinemom saying he might die bc he has used up all his life's good luck HAJAHAAJAJ#okay lets finish that last boat but can someone get momo.... please.....#LAW!!! SHAMBLES!!!! GET MOMO!! its so funny how they complain about him not drawing like shit anymore ajdhaks#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 980#sanji can fly come on now....#come on now sanji..... dont let a theatre adult win... well nvm what is that... lmao sanji just taking hits instead of taking nami inside#also the fact that tokis fruit is around now.... who has that power.... or did it go.back in time to appear in her original time???#the orchestral strings version of the first opening as momo flies away..... damn#OMG JINBEEEEE!!!! HE DESTROYS THE SHIP! SERVES CUNT! AND ANNOUNCES HE IS JOINING THE CREW!!! FUCK YEAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!#luffy is so happy akdhsksj ME TOO!!!! FINALLY!!!!!#episode 979#<- fucked up.again#luffy loves jinbe so much i really love their relationship!!!!! that's his father now. shanks who
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hello! i would love to hear the rant about PET scans :3
Holy shit so okay I'm in the train for the next 20 minutes, and I _know_ that's not enough time to get into all of it, but I could rant about this for hours, so. Maybe we cap this at 20 minutes. [20 minutes later] Okay so I wrote a huge wall of very boring text that barely started getting into it, so let me provide way less detail, actually:
It is massively expensive. A PET scanner costs a lot. And it's not a one time purchase, and then you can do scans, no, you wish. You also need some very expensive equipment to create radioactive tracers (which are what is used to do a PET scan) on site, because that stuff needs to be created fresh (under an hour) before every scan. To create the tracers is ALSO incredibly expensive. A single PET scan costs multiple thousands.
This also means that PET research makes use of as few participants as possible. A study with 15 participants is considered big. You simply cannot infer from 15 participants to the whole population. This also means that, statistically, it is highly likely that you don't find an effect even though it exists - meaning if your PET study looks for the effect of A on B, it is highly likely that it will find that A has no effect on B even though it does - simply because you didn't have enough participants (if this explanation doesn't make sense, let me know, and I can explain in detail)
This, together means, that an absolutely absurd amount of money is used for research that, by design, will not find results, because to find results, they would need more participants and even more money.
Because scientific publishing is a shitshow at the moment, research that doesn't find results very rarely gets published, especially not if you can't even be sure whether the result is right. So absurd amounts of money put into research that doesn't even get published.
And I haven't even talked about the results they did find and issues with them. Don't ask me to explain those. Don't tempt me to put hours into writing a multiple page essay that nobody will read.
So, in conclusion: PET is an absolutely amazing feat of engineering that is magnificent in detecting cancer and with it we could learn so. Much. More about the brain and how it works. But to do that, a lot of the basic organisation of how we do science would first need to change. Many labs would have to collaborate and be okay with making the collected data openly available, so appropriate sample sizes (=numbers of participants in a study) can even be achieved (Here's a paper on that). That probably won't happen, though.
Now, obligatory note: one of the professors who taught me about PET is a man who wrote an extremely controversial paper about exactly this stuff, despite also using PET in his research. If you like niche drama in science, look into this paper and all the articles that are responding to it.
#answers#thank you so much for the question!!!#i tried to not go into too much detail and still make sense but let me know if I should explain something better!#don't get me wrong. PET is amazing. we could learn so much with it#but also. i could not do PET research with good conscience because currently it is a waste of a shitton of money#god I wish though. it is such an absolutely cool method.#like - you can look at fucking dopamine. straight up. not just at brain activity but the actual neurotransmitters!!!#that's cool as hell!!!!!#I fucking dream of that being possible and also FEASIBLE#damn reading over this after I hit post and reading 'let me provide WAY less detail actually' and then a long ass post#me @myself: damn man you gotta take your adhd medication#also if you click one of the last two links. I know my profs name is very... unfortunate.#please don't mention his full name in my notes though. i don't want him to google his name and find my tumblr or something#personal#neuroscience
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Cause, I Love Freaks!
Synopsis. The question isnât whether he can make you squĂrt - itâs how and where.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, squĂrting, unprotected, creampĂe, exhĂbitionism (Sukunaâs and Chosoâs), brĂ©eding, Shiu cameo, messy, oral (fem receiving), fĂngering, Sukunaâs thigh tattoos, thigh rĂding chokĂng, overstĂm, finger suckĂng, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.1k
A/N. I think Iâm in some early ovulation week becauseâŠ
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Prove it.
Now, does Toji know heâs the best youâve ever had in bed? Of course.
Is he proud of how heâs done everything and anything - had you folded in half underneath him, stuffed from all ends, and cumming harder than any other loser before him did? Hell yeah.Â
Does it bother him when Shiu makes some off-hand comment about how heâs able to make someone squirt? Well, it was hard not to when the man just laughs right in Tojiâs dumbfounded face, saying something about how your pretty pussy is âmissing outâ and to come to Shiu if you want to have a good time.
Surely, that stupid conversation doesnât bother him, right? Right?
Wrong.Â
He was going to prove that bastard Shiu wrong.Â
âDamn. Not that one either.â
If you could, youâd probably let out a sob - but right now, youâre too cockdrunk to even think let alone cry. Unsure if youâre even breathing as Toji wrestles your limp body - still twitching and sensitive from your nth high - upright on his lap. Whispering a ragged, âGuess we just hafta try again. Right, doll?â
âPlease!â you let out a strangled yelp as Tojiâs big hands snake down to steady your hips, all stuttering and messily sucking up his aching cock. Again. âI-I donât think I can- ah-â
Whatever plea on the tip of your tongue is shut up by Toji pulling your teary face towards his, kissing your swollen lips so softly. Reverent, even.Â
The complete opposite of his hips down below, not even bothering to move anymore, hands on your ass just dragging your sloppy pussy up and down his swollen dick. Up and down up and down up and-
âTojiââ
âAww, câmon, pretty.â Toji groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he spreads your puffy folds further, bullying his cock so impossibly deep. âG-gotta prove it to that f-fucker that Iâm the best, right?â
Ah, there it was - if you were in any better state of mind youâd have cursed out Shiu already. Taunting your boyfriend into this stupid little challenge that had him storming into your apartment and ripping off your poor panties. And you split apart on his cock and cumming over and over again like he wouldnât - couldnât - stop until you squirted. Like it killed him to make you miss out on this little thing.Â
âNow now, doll.â you jolt as he gives your sopping pussy a little smack! Grinning at your nails digging into his thick shoulders, âFocus. Hah- we gotta have her squirtinâ all over me now, right?â
You really canât help the way youâre giving him a delirious little nod. Hips bouncing back pathetically in an attempt to meet the way Toji was bouncing you so sinfully on his cock like his favorite toy. And itâs so cute that Tojiâs murmuring a low, âUse your words, doll.â
âI- ngh-â
Not like he was giving you a chance to, rolling your ravaged clit between his fingers, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. âLouder.â
âGonna- gonna squirt for you, TojiâŠâ
If he was any lesser man (Shiu) Toji thinks he mightâve just cum in your snug pussy right then and there. Filled you up till youâre bloated and forgetting any promise of squirting - but no, thatâs for later.Â
Right now, heâs flattening his feet on the mattress, falling onto his back - two big arms pulling your overstimulated body to rest against his muscles. Not even wasting a second before fucking up into your tight cunt like such an animal.
Sloppy - so, so desperate.Â
Just rough, jagged movements of his hips because shit if Toji doesnât make you squirt this time then heâs gonna lose his sanity. Mightâve already lost it, actually, with each adorable ah! ah! ah! falling from your kiss-bitten lips each time he hits that one spot so easily.Â
âBit- bit more-â he grits out, feeling that familiar way your plushy walls were trying to squeeze him dry. Your cunt too heavenly. The stimulation too much. âJusâ a bit more, pretty.â
âOh my god- Toji- ah- Toji Toji Toji-â Itâs all you can do to whine, writhing as he holds your hips still, rocking harder into you. Clawing at the soaked sheets, his shoulders, his hair - anything to try and hold onto whatever semblance of control you had left. âMâso- close-â
âYeah?â And Toji sounds so utterly wrecked already, looking up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes. Voice strained, awe-struck like he couldnât even believe it. His pretty girl - cumming for him again. âSquirt fâme, doll.â
You donât even realize it when you are at first - just that something snaps and suddenly youâre soaking Tojiâs cock in all your sweet sweet juices. Until it was dripping down the side, onto the mattress.Â
So messy and sinful - gummy walls squeezing his dick so fucking tight it almost hurt, covering his abs till they were glistening. Toji canât bring himself to do anything but watch, for once in his life actually grateful that Shiu goaded him into doing something. Jaw-dropped at the way youâre gushing all around him - like you couldnât stop. Again and again and-
âS-see? Fuck- What- oh shit, doll. All fâme? Good girl.â Eyeing that phone propped up by the bedside, Shiuâs face watching over the obscene mess on the bed. âWhat did I tell ya?â
âHeh, well whatever. Can ya make her do it twice?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Love is blind
Now, itâs not often that Nanami Kento took off his glasses. Rarely when he cuddled, not usually when he was kissing you - his pretty lilâ wife. And never when it was your lips down below that he was making out with.
âSo messy.â Nanami mutters, muffled around your puffy folds. Each word making you arch against the soft mattress. âAre you this messy just fâme? Mâso lucky, my love.â
Itâs all you can do to yelp as Nanami slides his tongue warningly between your folds, flicking at your swollen clit just enough to have you gripping so tightly at his blond strands. Pulling Nanamiâs face up from between your thighs with a strained groan.
And oh you assumed he was exaggerating, but it was so fucking difficult to look at Nanami, too. Glasses slightly foggy, cheeks flushed. Your sweet juices glossing his lips so prettily, dripping all the way down his jaw. Head tilting back ever-so-slightly to let it slide down his throat.
Making your head spin as he reaches over to press a chaste, wet peck to your lips. âJusâ let me take care of it.â
And take care of it he does. Immediately taking his favorite place in-between your legs, stuffing his face nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue giving one, long lick up your folds, just barely dipping between them. The slow torture was delicious.Â
âKento-.â you let out a pouty little whine, one that goes straight to Nanamiâs aching cock. Ankles hooking around his broad shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, âD-donât tease.â
Heâs letting out such a dark chuckle, hot against your sloppy hole. Awe-struck at the way youâre glistening and clenching around nothing - so much so that Nanami almost considers taking off those tinted glasses to see this heavenly view better.Â
But no, instead, heâs breathing out a little, âFine.â Interrupting your soft sigh of relief to continue, âBut you better not get my hah- glasses dirty, darling.â
Nanami doesnât wait for your response - he doesnât have to. Already knowing that youâll be giving him a delirious little nod in agreement. So heâs digging his neat fingernails into your hips, pulling you closer to spread your lips with his tongue. Lapping so obscenely at the slick beading at your cunt over and over and-
It wasnât enough.
âShit. Fuck-â you flinch - maybe from those depraved little profanities hissed into your cunt. Maybe from the cold metal of his glasses hitting your heated core. Probably from the way Nanami was bullying his soft tongue into your tight pussy.
Pushing past that feeble resistance, one hand reaching behind to arch your deeper into his mouth. The other toying with your sensitive clit. Rolling the nub between two long fingers while he dips in and out of your hole at such a ruthless pace. In and out in and out in and-
âOh- fuck fuck fuck, Kento-â youâre grabbing at the expensive sheets so hard you worry they might tear. Thighs shaking and sliding off his shoulders. âSâtoo much- too deep.â
And ah, for how much Nanami pretends to be annoyed as he wraps your legs back around his head - it sends all the blood in his body rushing straight to his cock at how wrecked his cute wife was.
Moaning around your entrance, âRemember what I mm- said.â Your juices starting to drip down the corners of his mouth now. âGet it dirty and-â
âKento! Oh my god-â You buck wildly as he starts drawing lewd little circles on your clit. Nanamiâs little warnings the last thing on your mind as you feel yourself losing more and more of your sanity with each drip! drip! drip! of your slick down onto the mattress below.Â
Glasses completely fogged now, he makes out with your cunt through pure, feral need. Tongue matching in time with each yelp of his name leaving your mouth.Â
âF-fuck.â Nanamiâs smacking his lips against your own. âYou taste so good. So heavenly.â Your gummy walls sucking him up so sinfully that it was almost difficult to move faster, more erratic. âGonna make a mess fâme now? Gonna hah-âÂ
And, well, you did always manage to surprise him.
Because Nanami doesnât even get to finish his sentence, before your slutty pussy is gushing all around him.Â
Everywhere. Making such a mess as he tonguefucks you through your high, letting you use and angle his mouth all you wanted. So so sloppy with the way youâre soaking him in all your juices - down his chin, his tongue, all the way up to his sharp cheekbones and even-
âMy glasses.â Head so fucked-out already, you almost miss Nanamiâs dangerous little mutter. Raising your eyes to meet his and oh. Shit. âYou dirtied my glasses.â
As if to prove his point, Nanami them off, running a long finger down his frames. Slowly. Agonizingly. Pooling all your sweet slick on his fingertips, so tauntingly inspecting it in the dim lighting.Â
In a split-second, those dripping wet glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose, forcing you to peer over them at a dangerously looming Nanami.
âTold ya not to dirty my glasses, my love.â Smiling so dangerously, âThink this naught cunt of yours should be taught a lesson for that.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Favorite part
Geto thinks that this might be his favorite part, whispering a ragged little, âGod, do you know how pretty you hah- look right now?â
You didnât - and itâs all you can do to even try and understand what your boyfriend was even cooing from behind. Too caught up in the way your legs were so pathetically trembling with the need to bounce back on his swollen cock.Â
âHngh- f-fuck Sugu- I-â
Sure to leave such lewd little marks for Geto to ogle at tomorrow, his toned pelvis against your ass, heavy balls on your clit, fingers on your hips to steady your fucked-out self. Sloppy - bruising, even.Â
So it only made sense that your high was the same - and he can only watch, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, jaw falling slack in disbelief at the way your cunt was just gushing all around him. Fucking him over and over through your high.Â
âShit- shit shit shit.â you hear him breathe, fingers toying with your pretty clit desperately. âJusâ like that. Good girl.â
Your sweet sweet juices soaking his painfully hard cock, dripping down, down, down his heavy balls, glistening against his thighs. Squirting so obscenely around his twitching cock and shit- he just canât help but go over the edge as well.Â
âOh- oh god.â Geto throws his head back, giving you one, harsh thrust before heâs spilling all into your quivering cunt. Coating your walls such an obscene white, âThis pussy is ngh- magic, gorgeous. Fucking love her.â
Loved how you were squeezing him so tight.Â
Loved how you were so messy.Â
Loved how it made him think that you could squirt all over his dick again.Â
And he canât stop - couldnât, even if he wanted to. Hips still moving in quick, ragged jabs to your poor cervix, eyeing the way your poor, abused pussy was still drooling all around him. A lewd little mess of slick and cum, forming a pool on the sheets below.Â
And Geto canât even think to bring himself to be disgusted - why would he? After all, this was his favorite part, right?Â
âYou can mm- gimme another one, right?â You shiver as he flattens his feet on the damp mattress, kissing up your arched spine. Keening at the change in angle as his cock bullies impossibly deeper. Stars behind your eyes at how unfairly easily he finds that one spot. âYour slutty pussyâs gonna s-squirt all over me again?â Fat head hitting it over and over and-
âSuguru!â you squeal, and Geto raises his brows. Knowing you were absolutely fucking wrecked already - you never called him by his full name until you were fucked so dumb you couldnât remember his nickname. âSâtoo- much. Mâtoo ngh- sensitive.â
Your hands reach out to grab for the headboard - nails digging into the wood. Getoâs throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls so agonizingly that you almost miss him mutter a quiet, âNow, that wonât do.â
And before you know it, his big hands are prying yours off the bed, intertwining them so gently with his. Romantic - but you knew better, Geto just didnât want his pretty girl to run away.Â
Not when he knew you were so close - could tell by that breathy little ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips.Â
âPlease-â
Huffing in amusement, âPlease what?â
And you donât even know what youâre begging for - maybe for mercy? For Geto to let you fucking breathe? His cock too bruising against your cunt, drawing out incoherent whines with each drag of his tip down all the right spots. Trying so desperately to fuck that second orgasm out of you.Â
âHeh, canât even fuck- talk.â And itâs so dizzing how heâs puncturing each word with such a rough ram of his cock. So mean with the way he dips a hand lower to graze a long finger down your sensitive cunt - so messy and sensitive. Chuckling at your cute lilâ whines - at the way theyâre suddenly cut short when Geto shoves his dripping wet fingers between your lips. âNgh- well, if you donât wanna talkâŠâ
Close. Too close.Â
You mewl at the way he was pressing right at the back of your tongue, feeling the lewd little taste of him and you and him. âMmmpf- what are you-âÂ
âAt least donât try to escape, gorgeous.â he leans in close - so close. Long inky hair tickling your spine, breath hot against your ear, lips grazing yours. You think you could just pass out right then and there as his soft tongue darts out to lick at the mess heâs smeared across your glossy lips.Â
Grinning at the taste, at that look in your eyes that told him your cute cunt was about to give him another show, âCuz this is my favorite part.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Hair tie
If anyone found out why Choso Kamo was never seen without that black hair tie around his wrist, theyâd laugh in your face and tell you what a great joke that was.Â
That inconspicuous little thing heâd take around everywhere, whether he had his hair up or not. Itâs not like he exactly needed it, and most just assumed it was a fashion statement.Â
Only you knew what it meant to have Choso thumbing that little red imprint in public. Hooking a finger underneath, pulling back ever-so-slightly to let it snap! against his skin. Looking you right in the eyes as he does. Something dangerous. Subtle. Something that has you pressing your thighs together.Â
Something that has him pulling you to the nearest changing room in this crowded shopping mall, one hand covering your mouth, muffling your sweet sweet moans. The other, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Â
âSorry, baby.â he gasps, kissing your forehead so mockingly gently. âYou just looked so fuckinâ pretty in that skirt. Needed you so- hah- bad.â
The skirt that was currently bunched at your waist, crumpling at Choso pushes you harder against the cool wall.Â
But Choso couldnât give a fuck about that right now, not as he shoves a knee between your trembling legs. He couldnât have his girl falling now, right? Long fingertips so desperately massaging your plushy walls, searching for that one-
âMmpfh! Hngh-â
Found it.
Without another word, heâs reeling two fingers back - all the way until they were barely kissing your sloppy hole. Plunging back in, hitting that spot over and over like he was addicted to the way your cunt was trying to suck him up so good. High off of every cute lilâ whine that escapes through his palm.Â
âShit, so fuckinâ gorgeous.â Breath hot against your ear, âLook.âÂ
You barely even realize it before you are, gasping at the obscene sight below. Your drenched panties pulled so lazily to the side. Sloppy.Â
âCanât get enough. Shit-â Pulling back to show off your slick glistening on his fingers, dripping down, down, down to that sinful hair tie. âFuuuck, baby. Need you to cum on my fingers. Please. Please-â Puffy folds milking Chosoâs fingers so hard that you wonder whether it didnât hurt - whether his wrist wasnât cramping up now, fingers sore.Â
And if they were, then, Choso didnât show it. Instead, heâs bullying a third finger inside your poor cunt, the stretch too much that you canât help but squeal. So fucking loud.Â
Knock! Knock! Knock!Â
âIs everything alright in there, maâam?â
Oh if the way your heavenly cunt was clenching around him was anything to go by, then Choso wished he did this sooner.Â
So entranced that he almost missed the concerned, âMaâam?â from outside.Â
âWh-whatâs the matter, baby?â he whispers lowly, biting down teasingly at your earlobe. Fingers still relentless, speeding up, even. And you could only pray the employee outside couldnât hear the lewd squelches as he did. âShy? Answer the hah- question.â
And shit, you could cry as he wrenches his hand away from your mouth. Grinning as you let out a broken little, âY-yeah.â Cringing at how unconvincing you sound, âIâm jus-â
Whatever stupid excuse that was to come out of your mouth dies in your throat as Choso runs his thumb over your throbbing clit.Â
âI-Iâm al-right.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
And itâs as if he takes that up as a challenge to prove youâre so utterly not.Â
Not when Chosoâs drawing tight little circles in time with the way heâs hitting that one spot, arching you like such a slut into his touch. Ignoring the concerned remarks from outside as he speeds up his pace, not even bothering to cover your mouth this time because he wanted to hear all your pretty moans.Â
So much so that youâre mentally preparing to get caught - maybe even arrested.Â
But still youâre so close.Â
Halfway through imagining how Choso would snap his hair tie during the trial when that voice speaks up again. âWellâŠplease let us know if you need any help.â
Those footsteps from outside barely even heading away before heâs sighing, âSheâs gone now.â he bites down on your lower lip. âYâcan hah- cum fâme, yâknow? Make a mess?â Grinding down his rock-hard erection on your thigh, already so damp through his pants. âFucking cover me in it.â
And then you are - all over Chosoâs hand. Kissing him hard, to stop yourself from screaming as he quirks his fingers just right. Fucking you through your high as you drench him in all your juices, soaking his hair tie, trailing onto the floor in a lewd drip! drip! drip!Â
Obscene. Exactly the way he wanted it.Â
So fucking pretty with the way youâre squirting all over his hand, thighs trembling, lips wobbling. That new skirt of yours so filthy now that Choso canât help but eye the pile of clothes right next to you. Gritting out a ragged, âWe got so many more clothes to try on.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - X marks the spot
âYouâre going to cum fâme just like this, okay, brat?â
Maybe itâs the way youâre sat so prettily on Sukunaâs muscular thigh, squirming ever-so-slightly as he starts bouncing his leg to the beat of the thumping music. Maybe itâs the way you canât do anything but let out a stifled gasp, desperately trying not to attract any attention towards the two of you in the dimly-lit VIP area of this overcrowded club.
But Sukuna just canât help but tease you.Â
Canât help but trail a finger along your thigh, goosebumps rising so deliciously at the scrape of his nail. Up, up, up to confirm his suspicious and oh-Â
He was right. No panties.
âHeh, such a naughty little minx, arenât ya?â he canât help the surprise that bleeds into his voice, pulling your back flush against his chest. Cradling your neck into his pecs, âActing all innocent but youâre just begging to be used like such a slut, huh?â
The clink of a belt, and suddenly youâre feeling a sliver of skin - warm. Soft, sat right above where you knew he had that sinful little tattoo.Â
âB-but Kuna-â you flinch as the cold air hits you before you know it. Looking over your shoulder to catch that fucking smug smirk as Sukuna flips your flimsy skirt to rest your dripping cunt on his bare thigh. And to anyone else, it would probably just look like youâre just seated on his lap. But you gasp, âHere?â
âWhy not?â
If anyone heard your broken whine, then you didnât have the courage to raise your head and look. Hazy eyes locked with Sukunaâs as he starts rocking you on his thigh. Fingers digging into your hips, dragging your sloppy pussy. Grip tight, bruising almost - like he was trying to hold himself back from doing anything more.Â
âAww, my messy girl.â And fuck if it wasnât difficult to not just fuck you right then and there with the way your puffy folds were spread on his thigh. Drooling all the way down to the gaudy couch below. âWhoâre you this wet for?â
But Sukunaâs skin against your was so hot. Your brain too foggy. His words too mean. And you canât help but let out some incoherent babble.
One that has him wrapping a hand around your neck, nails positioned right above your racing pulse, forcing you to blink tearily up at him. âSorry, pretty. Canât hear you above this fuckinâ music.â Biting down on your earlobe - just a little punishment, âWhat were you sayinâ?â
âNgh- f-fuck-â you moan, clit catching on the curves and dips of his muscles, rippling as he bounces you faster in time with your slutty lilâ movements. âOnly for ngh- you.â
Voice such a low purr in your ear now, âWho?â
âY-you, Kuna-â
âYeahhhh, fuck.â he grunts, angling his head just right to better take in the fucking heavenly view. Back arching, swollen folds spread so shamefully as you hump him like some bitch in heat. Making such a mess all over his thigh tattoo in a way that makes Sukuna so fucking glad he got it. âSâexactly what I like to hear.â
And God, he didnât even have to tell you for you to realize. Because you could feel the way his rock-hard cock jumps against his boxers - so rock-hard and pressing up against your ass in a damp patch.Â
One hand tightening around your throat, the other dipping below to draw urgent, messy little circles on your clit. Over and over.Â
You dare to crack an eye open and look at the room around you, hips still grinding down so pathetically on his thigh. Clenching down so hard on nothing as you wonder how someone - anyone - could see the two of you and-
âOi, look at me, brat.â heâs tugging your head up to his again. Hands getting more erratic - like he wanted to distract you from anything but him him him. âFocus on me. On how fucking good this pretty pussy is feeling.â
As if you could do anything but.
Bucking softly into his angry erection, causing Sukuna to let out a low, drawn-out hiss. âEvil lilâ thing.â he drags his lips down your sensitive neck. Pulling your hips harder against that tattoo. âGuess it ngh- makes sense though becauseâŠâ you blink up tearily at him as he trails off. Barely noticing the trembling in his fingers, both your rhythms getting so sloppy. Untimed. As rough as the look in Sukunaâs eyes as he whispers, â-because youâre mine.â
And then he spits - right into yout waiting mouth. Once. Twice.Â
Loud enough that it definitely makes a few stray onlookers glance, faces immediately burning at the sight of Sukuna kissing you. Just a messy clash of lips and teeth and tears.
Tears as you cum with a strangled gasp, drunk up so greedily by Sukuna as you squirt all over his thigh. So fucking messy. Seeping into his pants, all the way down to the couch below, but especially his tattoo. That ring of ink soaked in your juices - right where Sukuna wanted.
And if you were in any better state of mind youâd have been embarrassed - shy, even.
Instead, youâre glancing down at the way his thigh was glistening in the dim light, delicate strings of slick snapping as you lean back closer.Â
âDonât you have- hah- the same tattoo on your cock, too, Kuna?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Sweeter this way
âSuch a filthy cunt on my sweet, sweet girl.â Gojo has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh - at how breathless and fucked out you were on top of him already. âCâmon, what ngh- happened to taking control?â
Ah, right - you bat your lashes lazily, blinking away the tears in your eyes to be met with that fucking smug smirk on your boyfriendâs face. So much for taking control tonight.
âY-youâre a ngh- cheater, Toru.â you hiss, but you canât stop your hips from grinding down so pathetically to meet with his rough pace. Jolting every time his leaking tip hit that one spot. âIt was sâpposed to be hah- m-my turn to take charge.â
And oh how you had the strongest whining underneath you, two big arms looping around your waist to pull you against his toned chest.Â
âBut, sweetheart~â Craning his neck to graze his lips against your bruised ones - so fleeting, gentle. Exactly what his hips werenât. âIsnât it s-so much sweeter this way?â
You donât know what it is about it - maybe at the dangerous little tone dripping from Gojoâs words. Maybe at the way each one was punctured by a messy, harsh thrust into your tight pussy. But it has shivers running down your spine - all the way to your bulging cunt, so stuffed and ravaged by his cock.Â
Words a bit more breathless than youâd have liked as you mutter, âW-what do you oh fuck- Toru. What do you mean âsweetâ?â
The only response you get is one hand pushing the hair out of his eyes, the other just bruising on your hips. Pulling you up, up, up on Gojoâs swollen cock like you were weightless, the arms in his biceps rippling when Gojo slams you down. Hard.Â
Toned pelvis hitting your ass as he rams his cock into you. Again. And again. And again and again and-
âMâgonna show ya.â he grins, free hand roling your poor clit between two fingers. âGonna show ya how much sweeter fuck-â Gojoâs eyes fly open as you clench so hard around him. On purpose - a warning. âHah, feisty. But just you wait. Mâgonna show ya.â
Having you feeling more and more like some curse heâs out to vanquish with the way heâs fucking you so merciless.
âMerciless?â Gojo cocks his head in a way that almost makes you forget to realize that oh, shit you said that out loud. âMhm, sure did.â he hums, in a tone that was way too proud of himself. âNâ you h-havenât even seen the ngh- best of it.â
You were getting impatient now - and so was Gojo.Â
For all his talk, letting you grind your hips down to meet his rough cadence. So difficult with the way the man was getting impossibly faster. Sloppier.Â
The look in his eyes is so feral. His hands so unforgiving, pushing your knees further apart. So erratic on your clit, drawing quick, messy little patterns in a way that has you wondering whether this is more for you or himself.Â
Heâs whispering, like a mantra now. âGonna show ya- gonna show hah- fuck- mâgonna.â Running only on this and the way you were sucking him up so obscenely. Clit throbbing so fast under his thumb in a way he knew that it was about to be- âNow.â
As if on command, you cum. And not just any orgasm - no, when Gojo Satoru is out to prove a point, he will prove it five times over. Which is why he has you squirting like such a slut all over his rock-hard cock.Â
âOh- f-oh my god. Toru!â
Gojoâs own orgasm just a quick, sharp spike of pleasure, coating your puffy walls an obscene white before heâs pushing your limp body further back to get a better view and shit-Â
That only has you gushing around him harder. So animalistically. Dick twitching wildly at the slick glistening all over Gojoâs abs, dribbling down, down, down to those tufts of white at his base. Some reaching his parted lips, and fuck if Gojo can stop himself from running his tongue along them.
Running a finger at the lewd pool on his abs before bringing them up to his mouth, âOh, baby.â Eyes half-lidded, miles away yet still boring right into yours as he licks up his dripping wet index with a lewd groan. Pooling your sinful juices on his tongue. Heady. Addictive. âSee? Sweeter this way.â
Your jaw drops into a soft oh! as Gojo pulls away with a lewd pop! looking like it fucking killed him to do so.Â
Strings of slick connecting to those pretty pink lips, snapping ever so slightly as he murmurs a dark, âWonder if itâll be twice as sweet if I cum twice in your pretty pussy, hm?â
A/N. Hope yâall have a good day.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Rockstar!gojo x art student!femreader
synopsis- satoru gojo fell in love with you when he was 17. He tried everything to gain your attentionâjoining the student council, participating in every extracurriculars, performing well in academics yet nothing worked. That was until high school. In college, having been forced into a band, he needed to find a new artist for their posters which he requested shoko to take care of. What he didn't expect was shoko to bring you as a volunteerâ
warnings- college!au, satoru being heads over heels for you, heâs so damn in LOVE save my boy, friends to lovers, misunderstanding, SEMI PUBLIC SMUT, fingering, oral fem receiving, PUSSY DRUNK GOJO, dirty talk, creampie, BALL OF FLUFF, ANGST, mentions of smoking and alcoholism, super cute ending
w.c- 8.2k (have faith)
a/n's note- i'd poured out my heart in this (especially the smut). i hope you all do like this. your comments and reblogs are highly appreciated as it helps motivating me for writing long ass fics. taglist is open you can ask me to join. love ya' all!!
When satoru met you for the first time, he was 11 years old.Â
You were the daughter of his motherâs friend whom he heard of so many times. Though the accidental reunion in the mall while grocery shopping was the first time satoru ever had the opportunity to meet you face to face.Â
It was a totally random encounter, coincidental even, you can say when your mother recognised satoruâs mom and both squealed like teenagers. They'd a lot to catch up with, thus having their kids entertain each other in the play section was convincing enough for them to chit chat in a cafe.
And this is how satoru ended up being stuffed, hand in hand with you, to go enjoy in the play section as his mother patted his back, asking him to be good to you.Â
âDon't leave her hand, okay toru?! Make sure you both stay together.â His mom said before scooting herself with your mom.Â
Satoru looked at you, his hand locked in yours as you made eye contact with him before shying away, looking in the other direction. He stood confused before pulling you to the gaming section, without any word.Â
He scanned amongst the box of video games, before pulling out one which caught his eyes with his unoccupied hand. He gave a side look to you, reluctantly asking âyou want to play this?âÂ
You gaze down at the video game he held in his hands, eyes sparkling a bit, if satoru wasn't seeing things, then raise your head to look at him again. âIt has vibrant colours.âÂ
Satoru nodded, feeling a little giddy that you liked his preference. âIt's called mario kart.â
âOh.â Your eyes widened as he revealed the name.Â
âDo you know how to play it?â You shake your head at his question. âThen I can teach you!âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYeah, let's go and install it on the playstation.âÂ
By the time satoruâs mother returns with your mum, they find satoru giggling along with you, hands still locked with each other, as he points to various stacked video games.Â
That day slowly came to an end and satoru didn't get to see you for the next two years till your giggles became a distant echo and your face a blur.Â
By the time he was 14, he almost forgot you.Â
Until that one day when he noticed you, sitting alone with your lunch staring at the sky at the campus of his high school.Â
You were biting on your chopsticks with dreamy eyes as recognition drew in satoru's mind.Â
Y/nâ he thought. His brows frowned, thoughts slowly going in a muddle. How are you here? eating lunch in his high school campus unlessâ you're a student over here too! Satoru felt foolish, his lips slowly curving in a smile lifting one hand, abandoning the basketball in the other to greet you.Â
However, before he can get his words voiced out to you, gaining your attention, a brown haired girl comes up to you dragging you along with her in a hurry.Â
Satoru's hand froze in mid air, awkwardly stretching it above his head before bringing it down and turning towards his friends. He sprinted back to his group resuming the game, yet his mind stayed with you and your dreamy eyes.Â
He wanted to say âhiâ and watch your eyes grow wide before nodding your head just like you did back then. He wanted to show you the basketball he was holding and maybe teach you how to play ball just like he did back then.Â
âOi satoru! Why are you missing the catch?!â one of his friends shouted, breaking him free of his daze. âsorryâŠtaking a break!â He said, excusing himself, before going and plopping himself down on a nearby bench.Â
He recognised the brown haired girlâYura. She often came to him asking for little favours. Did she know you? A friend? You studied in the same school and yet he only saw you today. Where were you all this time? Satoru was the same age as you. So you were bound to be in the same class, maybe different sections but he knew students from the other sections too. How come he didn't notice you yet?
The recess was over soon and he ran back to his class. Before entering the class, he noticed you again, hurrying to the class next to him.Â
Class 1-2.
Satoru felt silly as he read the classroom name in his mind.Â
As the final semester rolled on and a new semester started, satoru found out class 1-2 changed to class 2-2 and this year he was in the same section as yours.Â
He was excited to finally be able to talk to you without any awkwardness. After all, you were in the same classroom nowâ which means you will know him when he introduces himself on the first day of class. You will see him, introducing himself aloud and clear and recognition will draw on your face as you remember him.Â
That's what he initially thought the night before the first class. Until satoru felt the urge to perfect his speech and kept on practicing it, holding the crumpled sheet in his clammy hands, past midnight.Â
As a result he woke up late and by the time he hurried himself to school, the self introduction was half-over. He mumbled his apologies to his homeroom teacher, before hastily introducing himself and going to his assigned seat.Â
With that his perfect speech plan of gaining your attention bombed miserably. He raised his head in the direction of your seatâfirst row second desk, way far than hisâ fourth row last desk.Â
That's when he decided with the determination inclining in his heart to get your attention and make you remember that it's him.Â
The plan was simple. He just have to wait till recess and watch his chances closely. Once you're free and alone he will go make a move saying âhelloâ! Maybe even ask for your number.Â
Recess hour came by and his plan chose to bite the dust with girls and boys swarming around him to get his number and be friends with him. The group kept him occupied for the entirety of the recess and by the time he was done you were no where to be found in class.Â
Similar things happened the next day and the next day and the next day, never ceasing to leave him alone.Â
Satoru eventually came up with another planâ excelling in academics. The more he's good in academics, the more are the chances for you to come up to him wanting his help to understand a problem. And the plan worked exceptionally well with girls frequenting him with a doubt in their lessonâ except for you.Â
This time satoru came up with his active participation in extracurriculars and sports. The more he active he is the more is the chance of you joining the same activity or maybe seek his assistance for the upcoming sports day.
This plan too, was indeed prodigious and did attracted a lot of attention except yours.Â
His last option was of joining the student council. As the spirited member of the top student council, you might come up to him with a problem you're facing or anything you want to change.Â
So, without thinking much he did joined the student council, hoping to finally gain your attention. However the following week, concerns and requests for changes decreased promptly. The other council members sighed, few scrutinizing satoru. After all no one in the entire school would want their so very handsome, energetic and popular Satoru Gojo to have a heavy work load after school.Â
âSince we don't have any work to do now, thanks to gojo-kun, I'd gladly like you all to only maintain the regular class desk arrangement.â the student council president announced before leaving the council room.Â
Satoru sighed, this isn't what he thought. He just wanted your attention not the entire schoolâs. Everyone looked at him, when he walked, when he sat, when he ate, people always turned around to take a second look. Yet you never laid your eyes on him. Even being in the same class you never came up to him to chat.Â
Back slouched, with his tie undone, he slammed the door open of his classroom to pick up his bag.Â
You flinched.Â
Hand covering your mouth, a dust wiper on the other, you looked at him as he froze.Â
One entire year, was how satoru spent to gain your attention, to get you look at him, and when it finally happened the time seemed to halt. The sun rays pooled into the room with slow breezes messing up your bangs and satoru couldn't mutter a word but stare.
Conscious about him gaping, he tore his gaze away from you before shutting the door, this time gently.Â
The council president asked them to take care of class desk arrangements. However, the desks in his classroom have always been arranged, even before he joined the student council.
âyouâŠum arrange the desks everyday?â He said fixing his tie, slowly walking up to his desk, wiped clean by you. âYes.âÂ
Satoru accompanies you cleaning and arranging for the rest of the time in complete silence. Soon you take your leave, and so does satoru but this was the time he was happy like really really happy.Â
He didn't exchange any words of recognition with you, from the day at the mall. He didn't talk. Yet he was beaming radiant, for just being with you, momentarily alone, in peace.Â
That day soon came to an end and another year passed by. Satoru did nothing but admire you from afar. This was the only way he felt the closest to you. He saw how you wiped and arranged the desks everyday; help people without even letting them notice; lend the only pencil you have without a word; and care for the garden whose garish flowers were disregarded by others.Â
The more he saw, the more he knew you. And the more he felt his heart slipping away.Â
You were kind, gentle and soft. You noticed people behind their masks. You regarded the smallest of the things with such care. And your delicate hands, often smeared with paint, held the responsibility of others without complaining.Â
He often saw yura asking favours from you, shoving her cleaning duties to you, sending you to get her lunch from the 7-eleven nearby and never once you said 'no'. You were so so precious.Â
He knew heâd to stop; the way you engrossed him, linger on his mind all day to the point that he was unable to think of anything but you was straight up creepy but his eyes never stopped searching for you.
Even in the midst of the crowds on a random road his eyes would unconsciously seek for you.Â
And by the time he was 17, satoru was hopelessly, absurdly and miserably in love with you.
Another year passed by and he could do nothing but stare. And the fact that you often looked at him too made things even worse.Â
He was so down bad for you that he couldn't keep on going like this anymore. He was so sure he'd confess to you on the day of graduating the high school, not caring about rejection.Â
Satoru stayed up an entire night, perfecting his confession. But by the time the graduation ceremony ended and he went to look out for you, you were nowhere to be found.Â
He asked yura about you, to which she replied that you went back home early and satoru had his heart broken at 18.Â
He couldn't move on easily but giving you up was the only option left. Unwillingly, satoru made his devastating decision of giving you up. He never thought he would see you again until a few years later in college, shoko brought you right in front of him.Â
âWe need a new artist to cover up for this concert.â said geto suguru, stuffing his phone back in his pockets. âWhy? What happened to ren?âÂ
âGot himself into an accident and fractured his right arm.â Geto plops himself back down on the couch beside satoru, before pulling on the fretboard of his bass.Â
âShould visit him then.âÂ
âForget it.âÂ
âWhy?â frowned satoru, geto suguruâhis best friend, the one he went to middle and high school with, was not the type to feign indifference. His behavior indeed had satoru confused.Â
âNanami informed he got drunk at the last concert before getting himself into the accident. Drunk driving it is.âÂ
âDid yaga find out about this?âÂ
âFortunately, he didn't. Nanami covered the case before him finding out,â geto brought his hand, swiping back his string of bangs, âif it reaches yaga, he will ban us from using the campus stadium.â
âlucky I'd sayâŠso what now?â The next concert is in 3 days and the band poster is still incomplete.Â
Shortly after satoru joined his college, suguru started a band along with two other guys. The band was doing well but due to a disagreement they decided to split up. Suguru then suggested satoru join the band and the following year they gained another member named nanami kento.Â
They used to hold performances at random pubs but as its popularity increased, the college decided to give them the campus stadium to hold their concerts. Something they did extra was hiring an artist to do their band posterâ hand-drawn. It'd become a little traditionâ a lucky charm says suguru, and now that their artist had broken his hand right at the eleventh hour before the concert they will have toâÂ
âFind a new one.âÂ
ânanaââ geto shuts him before he could finish his sentence. âNanami is trying his best, so am I. So, you try finding one too.â
âHow am I supposed to?âÂ
âWell I'm sure if you go with a face like this to the art department, people would volunteer in a line.âÂ
âSame goes with you, why don't you go and ask. I'm sure if you could wear your shirt a little loose you can surely get your clingy ex find a good one." Gojo says in a mocking tone, grabbing his guitar and looping it around his back before leaving the club.
He was sure annoyed, but he will have to find one, geto wasn't in a mood to joke earlier either. Rather than going by himself, he decided to ask shoko get it done for him; he was sure she'd agree for a few packs of cigarettes.Â
Walking on his way to the parking lot he texted shoko to meet at their regular cafe.Â
âSup!âÂ
Satoru smiled knowing shoko could never fail him, even if she didn't agree right away a little guilt trip will do.Â
âAll good?âÂ
âYeah, what do you need?âÂ
âJust a little favour.âÂ
âAnd what that might be?âÂ
âGet an appropriate artist from the art department. Ren broke his arm and suguru's so down about going himself, yaâ know about his ex,â shoko started grabbing her cup of iced coffee to retreat when gojo slammed two packets of cigarettes on the table. âI've two more packs to offer.âÂ
Shoko returns to her seat, a big smile on her face. âOkay! Since I'm your empathetic, gracious and compassionate friend, I will try and see what I can get done.âÂ
âYes pleaseâŠâÂ
âI'm not doing it for cigarettes yaâ know.âÂ
âMhmmmâ satoru nods his face dramatically.
âGet the other two packets out.âÂ
âSure.âÂ
Satoru knew four packets would get the job done as he parted away from shoko, driving his way back home.Â
And the next day when shoko texted him that she got a volunteer and is bringing her to the club, he didn't expected it to be you.
Shoko looped a hand around your shoulders âso this is the club,â chewing a gum, âand this is satoru gojo.âÂ
âHiâŠâ you said looking at him, before taking a look at those instruments laying behind.Â
Itâs you. It's really you. He couldn't believe his eyes yet stood unblinking as if you were some mirage and will fade away once he closes his eyelids.
âGojo?â Shoko waved a hand infront of his face and realizing he didn't respond to you, he bent his torso bowing to you.Â
âWoah,â shokoâs face scrunched up, cringing at his behavior, âwhen did you start being all formal?âÂ
You giggled at her comment while satoru hushed her with a series of âshut upsâ.Â
âI'mââÂ
âY/n.â satoru whispered almost as if reminding himself the way your name sounded in his lips. âY/n, i know.âÂ
You chuckle at his words, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
âYou know her?â shoko tilted her head at him, not expecting you to be acquainted with him.Â
âWe went to the same high school.â You say when satoru does nothing but gape at you with dreamy eyes.Â
His heart did a whole somersault at your sentence. You remembered him; you remembered his name; you remembered he was in the same high school as you. The fact that you regarded him made him so giddy that he was practically ready to throw his hands up in the air or kiss the floor on which you walk.
âKayâ I'll leave you guys to talk then.â She smirked before raising a cocky eyebrow at satoru, excusing herself from the club.Â
âSoâŠyou're the only one?âÂ
âHuh?â
âIn the bandâ i meanâŠâ
âOh noâ he dragged, âthere are two more members along with the back musiciansâŠâÂ
You humm, taking a proper look at the club.Â
âYou like it?âÂ
âIt has vibrant colours.âÂ
Your words echoed in his ears, the same which you said to him at the mall. Oh how bad had he wanted to hear those.
âThe jazzies,â you read the name of their band aloud, âwhy jazzies? You only play jazz?âÂ
âNoâŠwe play all sorts of musicâŠit's just a name suguru chose for the band.âÂ
âyou do originals?âÂ
âBoth originals and covers. Anything suguru comes up with.âÂ
Your mouth forms a little âoâ as satoru explains to you.Â
âgeto seems to be doing all the stuff, what do you do?âÂ
âYou know him?â satoruâs brows furrowed. âWhom?â you ask.
âgetoâŠgeto suguru.âÂ
âOfc, he was in the same class as us.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
Ofcourse. Both he and geto were in the same class as you. It was no big deal for you to remember both of them. However, accepting that he wasn't any special was bitter.Â
Satoruâs eyes followed your figure as you went out to reach for his guitar, mindlessly drawing your finger on its printed patterns.
âYou didn't answer my questionâŠâ
âI guess I found you for our band.âÂ
When none of you says anything, satoru breaks the ice, clearing his throat.
âYou know how to play?âÂ
âErrâŠno.âÂ
âI can teach you.âÂ
He slided his index among the few string instruments before pulling out an acoustic one, bringing it to you.Â
âHold the fretboard with your left hand,â satoru pulled the strap over your shoulders, âand bring your right hand over the body, fingers near the sound holeâ yep that's right,â he turned your back to him, gently holding the back of your palms.Â
âNow, pluck the chords for me,â his chest was against your back as he guided you through the strings.Â
âLike this?â you ask him.
âYes, you're doing very well.âÂ
The guitar in your hands, played smoothly as satoru guided you through it.Â
Just like when he taught you how to play mario kart.Â
Satoru looks down at you smiling in excitement. Oh how cute you looked like that. He could admire you twenty-four seven, never wanting to tear his gaze away, for you're that ineffably eesome in his eyes.Â
Time almost ceased when you looked up at him, eyes crinkling with a smile that soon died as red creeps up your cheeks.Â
Satoruâs face was mere inches away from you, his eyes wavering down to your lips.Â
âSATOâRUâ oh,â geto bursted in along with nanami causing you both to flinch.Â
He quickly leaves your hand.Â
âY/n??â Geto dragged out your name, looking at you with his eyebrows knitting and lips forming a silly smile.Â
âHi,â you pull the strap over your shoulders abandoning the instrument on the nearby couch. âI'm here to volunteer.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
âYeahâŠâÂ
âThat's great! I can't believe satoru even managed to talkââ satoru smacked him mid sentence.Â
Nanami, for some reason, found the ceilings very interesting today, totally ignoring his two seniors.
Geto explained to you about their little tradition of hand drawn posters and showed you the posters they used for the last concerts. You, then, asked them to send them a group picture of the three and their preferences for colours and themes.Â
âFor that I might need your numberââÂ
âI- i can send it to herâŠâ Geto passed a suggestive smile at satoru, which he ignored and awkwardly forwarded his phone to you.Â
âYeah that sounds fine. Here's my number, save it and text me later.âÂ
âKky!âÂ
You pull the sling of your tote bag up to your arm, giving them a little nod, before turning your back to leave.Â
âWait!ââ satoru held your arms frantically pulling you back. He hurried to the back near the couch you plopped the guitar and shoved it to you. âT-take it.âÂ
âAhâ no I can't do that.â
âTake it. You can learn how to play and I- I can teach you.â he tried not to stutter yet failed miserably.Â
âNo i reaââ
âconsider it as a giftâ from me.âÂ
You frowned a bit but agreed anyway.Â
âThat's really sweet of you satoru! I will wait for your text! Bye!!âÂ
He waved back to you.Â
âWhat was that?â Geto implies in the direction of the exit door through which you just left.Â
ânothing.âÂ
Later, You sent the photo of the finished banner to satoru. It took you 42 hours to finish it.Â
Satoru on the other hand was practicing really hard, totally different from his half hearted performances from the previous ones which wasn't unnoticed by the other members.Â
He has to be the best. After all, this concert will be different from the previous ones. This time you will be there to see him, cheer for him, and notice him.Â
You soon bring the banner rolled up to the club. âWoah! You really did a great job.âÂ
âThis is much better than renâs.â says nanami before going back to his drum set, giving you a thumbs up.
âSatoru?âÂ
âY-yes.âÂ
âYou liked it?âÂ
âI loved it. It has vibrant colours.â You giggled at his answer, shifting your direction to his gaze. His fingers seemed to flake off any dust on the surface of your work, handling it so gently.Â
It wasn't his fault he felt so overwhelmed. All these years he'd yearned for one kind word from your lips yet he was left starving.Â
And now you'd drawn him with such precision, that it was as if you were accustomed to drawing him for the hundredth time.Â
His heart fluttered at the thought.Â
âI will be there at your concert,â you say, turning your back to him. âAll the best!âÂ
The campus stadium was full with a bunch of students and hippies, it was really hard for satoru to try locating you amongst the sea of crowds.Â
The music rang loud, brisking fiery cheers from the crowd, full of vim and vigor. The spotlight shone on the threeâ geto with his vocals and string of bass; satoru with his acoustic guitar; and nanami with his drum set.Â
The crowd roared in excitement as music coursed through their veins.Â
Will you be cheering too?Â
Satoru raised his head from the guitar, plucking chords effortlessly, to his audience.Â
And as if it was fate that drew both of you together, his eyes found yours. You were there in the vip section, along with shoko and another girl. You were moving with beats, swaying your arms in rhythm to their music.Â
His eyes locked in yours as you waved a hand at him. Oh how, how pretty you looked. Everything except you was a blur to him.Â
The crowd goes even more wild, seeing satoru blush, not sensing it was you who caused it.Â
The concert continued till past midnight as the vibrations thrumming around the air slowed and wrapped up with their ending song: âWhere Our Blue Is.â
As the applause slowly start to dissipate, satoru pulled off his instrument, running to the edge of the stage, and hopped down the raised platform.Â
The college girls shrieked baffled, some even reached out, grabbing on his wrists and clothes. He politely got out of their grip making his way to the vip section, geto and nanami following him.Â
The still air felt electric as he approached you.Â
âyou liked the show?âÂ
âOfc it was amazing!!â The girl beside you answers in your stead, whom he now recognised as yura.
âIt was really good.â you say swallowing a laugh bubbling up your throat at his huffed out appearance.Â
âThanks to your banner, it even attracted more audience.â geto remarked, placing his arm around satoruâs shoulders.
âThank you.âÂ
âYou should thank me for bringing her in.â Shoko reclaims, looping her hand around your arm, âlet's go steal some shots.âÂ
âOh no i can'tâ i don't drink. And I need to hurry back home it's late.âÂ
âKyaahhâ you've let me down y/nniee. Only two packets of cigarettes can get my mood uplifteââÂ
âI will bring it tomorrow.â You say shutting up her whines.Â
âkk bye and text me when you get home the rest are joining me right ?â
âCount me out. I'll be driving her home tonight.â Satoru says sheepishly, ignoring the smirks and exchanged looks of his bandmates, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.
âNo but I was about to go home with her ââ yura interrupts.
âSatoruâs fine. You're coming with us.â Shoko dragged her along with geto and nanami, which satoru was glad of.Â
Finally he'd be alone with you.
He guided you to the parking lot from the back of the stage, before getting his car keys out.Â
It's metallic jingle echoing softly as he presses the button on his key fob. The car responds with a soft beep unlocking as satoru opens the passenger door, holding it open for you.Â
âHere,â he gestures with his other hand, âget in.âÂ
âSure.â You say gulping thickly.
The thick smell of your cologne mingling with the leather scent of the car.
He closes the door before sprinting to the other side, getting himself in. âDon'tâ â he stops you when you reach out for your seat belt. âAllow me the honorâ his finger brushes against your skin as he reaches out for the seat belt.Â
Your heart practically jolts at his action.Â
The click of the seat belt buckle echoes softly in the quiet car, as he straightens back to his former position.Â
âWhere do you live?â He clears his throat, starting the car engine and flicking on the headlights before pulling out the car into the driveway.Â
âIn the downtown.âÂ
âThat's quite far from the campus, how bout I drive you everyday back home?â His eyes suggestive, making you chuckle.
âI can't let you do that.â
âWhy?âÂ
âSince it's far from the campus and you won't be visiting often.âÂ
âWho knows, I might be visiting your place often.âÂ
You turn your face from the window to look at him.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI will have toâ to teach you guitar.âÂ
You crack up at his silliness, finding yourself melting again.
âOkay fine. But that still doesn't counts.âÂ
âWhy not!âÂ
Since that day, satoru did visited you often, sometimes barging in with shoko and sometimes alone teaching you how to play guitar, plucking on chords and notes.Â
And you attended all of his concerts. Their previous artist has recovered now and has resumed his work, so you no longer work with them. However they insist you tag along each time and it's not like you complain.Â
You liked satoruâs company. He was handsome, charismatic and popular. You'd watched him your entire high school. He was the one of most popular students, good in a millions of things, starting from academics to being athletic. He'd win every sports competition and even participate in all the extracurriculars. You'd admired him for he could do the things which you didn't had the courage for.Â
You liked how he didn't judge people, helped them in their need, and even took care of those garish flowers nobody seemed to double take.
You'd previously met him before high school, though he never brought that up. You wondered if he even remembers the day at the mall. You wanted to ask him so bad, howeverâ
Your world was only limited to papers and paints.
So you painted.Â
You painted him so many times that you'd have more than five sketchbooks with paintings full of him.
You wanted to be friends, maybe even more than friends.
But that didn't matter now. He was near you and you would do anything to keep your thumping heart in control and not have satoru cut you out of his life.Â
But how can you?
How can you control it when satoru so gently, so lovingly, takes your hand in his. When he smiles so sweetly at you. When he teaches you how to pull chords and other instruments. When he drops you home from college almost everyday. When he hugs you and tells you to take care.Â
How are you supposed to be just friends when he's so overly affectionate to you?
Or maybe it's just your overthinking.
Satoru was always polite and sweet, he'd always been sweet to others and you were no special.Â
âWhat are you thinking baby?â
You come out of your daze, rolling your eyes at the nickname.
âHow many times do I have to tell you not to call me thatâŠâÂ
âNot my fault you aren't paying attention to meâŠâ he pulls you closer to him, resting his face on your shoulder.Â
âHave you always been this hungry for attention?â you ask, getting yourself comfortable abandoning the guitar beside you on the couchâ of the club.
âI've been starving.âÂ
You cringe at his words. Satoru has another concert today and they just finished practicing an hour ago and now they are taking a break.Â
Geto and nanami and other back artists wanted to get some fresh air so they left you and satoru alone to entertain each other.Â
âAre you really skipping on me?â He looked at you with puppy eyes.Â
âI've a gallery exhibition tomorrow.â You need to scoot back home to get ready for it. It's a big event for you to showcase your arts.Â
Satoru hummed, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck, âI'll be there. You're going to do great.âÂ
An uncertain lump forms in your throat, hard to swallow, you say nothing. Your heart was in a conflict again, no matter what you can absolutely notâ
âI will be going then. All the best for your concert.âÂ
You push satoru away, reaching for your tote bag from the side of a random arm chair. âWait I will dropââÂ
âWho's leaving?â shoko barges in with yura and others.Â
Satoru points at you.Â
âI just got here. You can't leave already.â
âYup! Yup! Please stay a little longer, baby. I'll drop you back home, no worries.âÂ
Shoko exchanges suggestive glances with geto and they somehow persuade you to stay a little longer.
They start practicing for another round when shoko pulls your head closer, âwhat do you think about gojo?âÂ
âHuh?!â You shout over the music, unable to hear her.Â
She grabbed your hand and pulled you outside, with Yura following closely behind you both.
âWhatâ âÂ
âWhat do you think of gojo?âÂ
A burning sensation hits you slowly as shokoâs question registers in your mind.
You ears turn red.Â
âEhâŠum h-heâs a nice guy. A nice musicianâŠandââ
âAnd?â Shoko wiggled her brows at you, a sly smile on her face.Â
âA-a nice friend.âÂ
âJust a friend?â You nod at her, seemingly more embarrassed at her implications.Â
Shoko's face literally radiated disappointment. It was as if someone told her that cigarettes are now banned in the country. âI think he's interested in you,â you choked on air at her remark. âNo?âÂ
Yura shrugged.Â
The music slowed down and then paused, bringing your conversation to a momentary halt.Â
Satoru rushed outside, complaining about why you left in the middle of his practice.
âBruh, chill, I'm not trying to steal her away from you. We're just talking!â Shoko jokes as you laugh all flustered.Â
Just when you were about to leave one of his fangirls suddenly appeared from nowhere and threw herself into his arms, wrapping hers tightly around his neck. He stumbled back a step, surprised, before regaining his balance but he didn't put her down rather he spinned her around before setting her back down, with a polite smile on his face.Â
The other members just saw the scene unfold with amusement. Nanami was surprised at the fanâs boldness and geto simply observed the scene as shoko rolled her eyes, finding it hysterical.
âWhat do you think of shokoâs remark?â said yura, looping her hand around your arm.Â
âWhat?â You say suppressing the slow tinge of jealousy.Â
âAbout gojo being interested in youâŠâÂ
âI-i don't think so.âÂ
You try to laugh it off.
âYeah, he's just polite. To pretty much everyone.âÂ
Her words felt like a splinter to your heart. You shouldn't feel like this. It'd happened beforeâ not now again.Â
Yuraâs right, satoru is just polite and will do the same for everyone what he does for youâ because he's kind. And you're no special.
The entire ride was silent. Satoru kept asking you if anything was wrong but you just guised a smile at him, insisting it was nothing.
The next day at the gallery event, you behaved oddly. You smiled at him but didn't reach your eyes, your answers to his question were of one word, even avoiding his touch.Â
âDid I do something wrong?â he asked warily.
âNo.âÂ
Days passed by and you distanced yourself more from him.Â
Satoru, on the other hand, was almost losing his mind. His world turned upside down. You stopped coming to his concerts, ignored his texts and even refused to let him drop you back home.Â
It was yesterday youâd allowed him to teach you the guitar yet today you behaved as if you'd long forgotten him. You were cold and distant, leaving him puzzled by his own thoughts upon your sudden change in demeanor.Â
He couldn't help but wonder whether he'd done something that made you this upset?Â
You'd said it was nothing.
Then why?
What the fuck did he messed up?
Satoru missed you terribly and violently.
He eyed you from the inside of his car parked a bit far from your department. Today was another day you refused his offer to drive you to class. âI'm kinda sick so I won't be going.â This was what you'd texted him the morning and yet there you were getting off your uber.Â
You lied to him.Â
âCome with me to their concert today.â Shoko urged you, her lips pursed in a thin line.Â
âI'm sorryââ
âNo you're not so sorry. Tomorrowâs Saturday, come with me, gojoâs getting mad without you.â
You suck in a breath at the mention of his name.
âWhat's wrong?â shoko says sipping the last of her drink before plopping it on your tea table.Â
âNothing.âÂ
âThen come.â
You agreed eventually. Attending the concert won't be a big deal.Â
And it wasn't, except for satoruâs piercing gaze burning holes in your back. You accompanied Shoko backstage and casually greeted everyoneâ including him.Â
âGod, haven't seen you in so long.â geto side hugged you as nanami gave you a nod of acknowledgement before running off to the stage for some last minute preparations. âSatoru missed you like crazy.âÂ
You attempt a weak smile in satoru's direction, darting a hesitant glance his way. His gaze was fixed on you, but his expression was unreadable, almost giving shivers down your spine.Â
One of the other members suddenly hurried over to Geto, urgently speaking about some issue, he politely excused himself and exited the room, closely followed by Shoko. Now, you were left alone with Satoru, the only two remaining in the room.Â
âI should go and check what's the probleââ you try sprinting your way out the door, âwaitââ when satoru stops you.Â
His hand on your arm, preventing you to go any further and when you struggle to get out of his grip, he tightens his grip even more slamming you to the wall, pinning you caging your body.Â
âWhat's wrong with you?âÂ
âGojo you're hurting mââÂ
âGojo?â His voice cracked, grip losing before letting your arms go, âwhy? Why must you do this to me?âÂ
âDo what?â You drift your gaze away unable to look at satoru, who's this close tearing up.
âThisâ why must you do this? Why must you ignore me? Why must you be distant from me? Why must you lie to me so that I won't bother picking you up or dropping you home? Why must you reject my affection?â He sucks in a breath âYou know I can't live like thatââÂ
âwhy?âÂ
âDon't pretend like you don't knowâŠâÂ
âno no don't say it,â you throw your hands up in the air frantically, âdon'tâ I canât fall againâŠnoâ I know you're just being polite and you will do this for anyone, but I canât help it if I don'tââ
âI love youââ he whispers, bringing your hand up, placing the palm flat to his chest.
âNo you don't.âÂ
âYes I doâ what do you mean you can't fall again,â he suppresses your struggles of wrenching free your hand from his grip. âYou have no idea how crazy I'm for you. I love you and I've loved you since I was 17. I was about to confess to you on our graduation day but you just disappeared leaving me alone. And now that I have you I'm not letting you goâ make no mistake baby, if there's anyone Iâd ever kneel forâ it'd be you.âÂ
Thick silence covered the entire room, except your heavy exhales. Satoru gojo was inches close to you, your hand still laid flat against his heaving chest.Â
âB-but I wrote you a note confesââÂ
âWhat note? I neverâŠ.â confusion twisted on his face bitterly.Â
âYou threw it in the dustbinâ the one I wrote to you the day before graduation.â
His face told the truth, as he shook his head denying it. He never received any note from youâ nevertheless having the audacity to throw it in the trash when he'd been hopelessly in love with you all these years.
âYura told meââ you shut your mouth as the realization hits you. The person whom you considered as a friend backstabbed you long ago.Â
She lied about him discarding it while it was actually her who had stolen it off his desk before satoru even noticed.
Your head raised in embarrassment, ready to apologize for the misunderstanding when suddenly, Satoru's lips met yours in a tender kiss. The kiss was filled with such affection and tenderness that you felt as if you might melt in his embrace. His arms held you close, firmly yet gently, as he deepened the kiss. Your heart pounded in your chest as you responded to his kiss. All thoughts of the misunderstanding were forgotten in that moment of pure intimacy before satoru pulled away with frowned brows and a dazed smile.Â
âTell me, would I kiss anyone the same way I kiss you?â he pulled you again, smacking his lips on yours as he snaked a hand around your waist, the other, still firm, holding your palm.Â
You could feel his heartbeat going rapid the more he deepens the kiss, sucking on your upper lip.Â
He pulls away again.
âTell me, would my heart beat the same way as it beats around yours?â He smacks his lips again, this time pinching your waist making you gasp as he slips his tongue in.
His hand fumbles with the hem of your dress, pulling away again, a string of drool connecting both of your lips. âWould I be breathless the same way as I'm now?âÂ
His hand travels up your inner thigh, till it reaches the wet blotch of drenched silk. You grasp his shoulders, when he starts drawing circles over the fabric, smirking before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.Â
âSatoru, what if someone walks inââ your body jolts, nails digging into his back as he pulls the fabric to the side, plunging a digit in without any warning. âLet themâŠâ he goes back to sucking your skin while rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit.Â
Your teeth sank on your bottom lips, his finger slowly plunging in and out of you. âNngh âtoru, youâreââ small trembles quivered through your body as he plunged with a faster rhythm.Â
âShh baby! Let me take youâ he inserts another digit as your teeth dug even deeper into your lip, stretching you and filling you so well.Â
He was stroking you, curling his fingers inside until hitting your most sensitive spot. Sweat beaded your forehead as your trembles gave way to full body shudders, shutting your mouth with your hand not wanting to be loud.Â
Satoru drew himself back from your neck, satisfied marking and suckling, withdrawing his digits, slick from you as you wince at the loss of his fullness.Â
He brings them up and sucks your essence off his fingers with a pop. âI want to eat you out.âÂ
Before even you can make out his words he kneels down bunching up the fabric to your hips pulling your panty down properly and latching onto your swollen clit.Â
âFuck âtoru.â he lapped his tongue on your clit, drawing circles, tasting your sweet before drawing himself back, âI am fucking you baby.â He says, licking a fat stripe on your vulva, his rigid tongue swiping back and forth over your clit sending sensations that make your body jolt. âHere and rawâ he hummed against your pussy, his breath warm and hot sending vibrations to your core, before vacuuming on your clit.Â
Your hand grasping his hair, as he worked on your orgasm.
He plunged his digits again, rhythmatic with the little pants escaping your mouth, along with the slick sounds of your hips buckling down his fingers.Â
He smirked internally at your enthusiasm.
âSo fucking nasty for me huh?â He said against your pussy, licking and sucking till you were nothing but withering in mindless pleasure. You were taking it well, suppressing your moans into breathless pants until he sucked, fingers pressing the most sensitive spot inside you.Â
A shriek fell past your lips, knees buckling, followed by a string of moans and whimpers. âOhâ fuck..â you try closing your thighs which he prevents with his iron grip of one hand, forcing it open till he has better access. âDon't even dare closing on meâŠâÂ
The wet sounds of his fingers, plunging in and out of your gummy walls, echoed throughout the empty room.
Something coiled hot and fuzzy in the lower pit of your stomach. You clenched hard around his finger, when the bass-heavy beats of the band's concert began, causing you to involuntarily shove satoruâs face deeper into your cunt as you heard voices from the stage outside.Â
Geto's unmistakable voice rang out, accompanied by the heavy drumming of nanami. They had started performing without satoru.Â
âNnâtoru they startââ your voice died down into a breathless gasp as you felt your pelvic muscles clench, tension looping around your entire body as fiery sensations erupted. You arch your back against the wall, unable to stop your toes curling at the intensity of his tongue lapping, finger fuckin' you, as your vision gets blurry.Â
âYeahâŠcum for me babyâ his velvety murmurs were all it took for you to turn into a mess of sensations, your body erupting as your high came down bursting, dripping and spilling down your thighs, his chin and his neck.Â
Satoru lapped up the drops carelessly strewn about your skin, his tongue tracing a path along the droplets splattered on your inner thighs as he savored everything with anticipation.
âTell me, would I kneel infront of anyone and let them cum this hard on my fingers?â He straightened himself up, âand then drink it up like a pussy drunk male whore?â his gaze never left yours, wiping the leftover slick from his chin with the back of his hand before licking it clean.
The music from outside has now gained its intensity, thrumming even louder.
Noâ you mouthed.Â
Satoruâs gaze was still fixed at you, when he unzipped his pants, his aching cock sprang out red, already leaking precum.Â
You gape at his girth.Â
It was big.
And fucking thick.Â
Leaning in, Satoru brings his lips close to your ear, his voice clear over the blaring music from outside, âLike what you seeââ
You didn't get to answer him before he slammed right in.Â
A cry of pleasure tore from your throat, as you loop your hands around his neck, nails digging on his back.
He hissed out a breath, restraining himself from moving till you adjusted to his size.Â
Only then did he slowly pull it out leaving only the tip inside. You grimace at the loss of fullness until he slams back in causing you to clench around him.Â
He let out a low guttural moan which was almost inaudible to you over the roar of music if you weren't so close to each other, feeling the raw desire of his voice vibrating on your skin.
âTell meâ hahh- would I let anyone clench this hard on me if this weren't you?âÂ
You were at a loss for words.Â
The kind, polite, sweet satoru you knew was gone. In his place was someone who fucked hard.Â
When you don't answer he pulls out and slams right back in harsh, eyes gleaming with wicked intent.Â
Satisfied, satoru guides his one hand to tapping on your thigh suggesting you wrap your legs up around him.Â
He repositions his dick on your entrance, before supporting your weight with one hand, pinning your body completely to the wall, while the other hand grabs your neck, choking you before giving you a sloppy breathless kiss.Â
âYou like it don't yaâ hmm fuckâ so tightââÂ
Your cries came out choked as he pounded into you, in an insane manner, desperate and primal.
âTell meââÂ
ThrustÂ
âdo youââÂ
ThrustÂ
âstill think I'm just being polite?â
Thrust.
The roar of geto's voice singing out aloud different notes masked out the filth of your moans.Â
The sensation was in again, hot and uproar, coiling beneath the core of your consciousness. Satoru sensed you being close to your climax, continued to plow into your pussy, now supporting your weight with both hands against the wall.Â
Your toes curled again, nails digging down his back almost scratching the fabric, âyes that's it love,â your eyes rolled back as you arch your neck unable to handle the pleasure, âcum for meâŠâÂ
Your mouth forming a little âoâ, mind blank as your eyes saw stars. The only consciousness left in your body directed you to the burning of your heat, till it came crashing down.
You came hard letting your head fall on his shoulders too spent for anything.
Satoru too chased his high, thrusting into your swollen pussy, his cock twitching inside you, till you felt him getting sloppy and tense before cumming into you.
The music was still very loud, beats thrumming your flushed veins.Â
None of you said anything, remaining in the same position. Satoru pulled himself out, his cum dripping out your vagina, before walking over and placing you on a nearby chair.Â
He cleaned you up gently tugging your clothes back and fixes himself before cleaning the mess near the wall.Â
âTheyâ they started performing without youâŠâ you huff out, drained still in the very euphoria of your pleasure satoru showed you.Â
âI told them to do soâŠâ he shouted over the noise.Â
You remain stunned for a while, letting out a breath. âI'm sorryâŠI avoided you.âÂ
âHere I thought you were giving me a thousand kisses as an apology.âÂ
You chuckle at him, back to his normal selfâ your sweet, kind and maybe not so polite satoruâŠ
He came over to you, lifting you effortlessly before plopping himself down on the chair with you on his lap.Â
âI missed you.âÂ
âI missed you too.âÂ
âNo but I missed you like crazyâŠâ he pouted. ây/n be my girlfriendâŠplease.âÂ
Tears start forming in your eyes, overwhelmed, you never thought the satoru gojo you met at the mall, the satoru gojo you loved your entire high school would someday ask you to be his girlfriend.
To paint his heart with your love.
âI will.âÂ
âno waitâ marry me instead!â
You dug your face deeper into his chest, laughing at his playfulness. And satoru just smiled.
Finally he would be yours.Â
you and Satoru started dating since then and things couldn't have been any better for him. He practically announced to the world that you were his girlfriend, always picking you up and dropping you off from campus, and claiming a kiss as his reward. Youâd also cut Yura off, not wanting any more negativity in your life. Satoru was yours, and you were his. And He couldn't be any happier.
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Home from my trip, I managed to navigate the city capitol interstate in the dark+rain mostly on my own :D (not without a death grip on my steering wheel the whole time, but that's okay)
Wasn't actually able to take any pictures, which is rare bc I usually come back from trips with at least 20. All I got was a picture of a miniature deck of cards I won in a game and the pretty state welcome sign on my way back in (taken with no other vehicles around me but my dad's, of course) (and theres one of these at every possible entrance to the state so i dont think this really says where i was at). Trip blab in tags but tldr; it was fun :)
#so it was my mom's side of the family (who are all extremely chaotic people) and they loooooove planning games at these get-togethers#one of them was a christmas trivia game we did last year with candies as rewards for getting stuff right#and my grandparents put together the questions this year and pawpaw came out like 'hey these are all really easy but itll be fun anyway'#every. damn. question. was about the story of the birth of jesus.#obscure shit too like 'who was the prophetess that told about jesus' birth in the old testament' (which was unfortunately asked to me :') )#and out of all 35 of us only two people got any questions right#mind you; one family there was a PASTOR'S FAMILY#ive never seen such a look of disappointment from pawpaw; he was losing faith in all of us#I think the only other funny thing that happened was; i went to grab some food and had to walk over people that were sitting on the floor#i guess i stepped over them too dramatically bc i heard my siblings behind me go 'why's she walking all fruity like that' and honestly#i was internally wheezing (I guess they didnt realize i heard them but it was still so funny)#maybe its one of those funny things thats funnier in person/in the moment it happens but still lol#otherwise i ended up dozing while people played cards and its a good thing i did bc i felt great driving home#it started to rain as soon as we got to nashville#i hate going through there bc theres ~4 major lane changes that happen while everyone else seems to forget the speed limit exists#and my dad has one of those big ass trucks so he was kicking up water in my windshield and i couldn't see#i ended up zooming to get in front of him and tried to figure out city traffic on my own (which i did very well and without a hitch :D)#I'll put together the music i was listening to omw home if anybody's interested#six hour long playlist of the most random shit#đ„đ„<-tasty snack as thank you for reading this far#not rb
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â MY SHORTY ALWAYS ON SOME BULLSHIT LIKE CHICAGO â
PART 3
part of the 420 'We Be Burnin' series
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Plug!Choso who ultimately will forgive you but it will be on his terms. He just needed to show you first why the only person you should worry about pleasing was him.
Menacing chuckles rumble deep from Chosoâs chest, bewildering you in your crossfaded state. Seizing you with a firm hold, he forces you to meet his gaze. Choso holds you so tightly against him that your feet barely touch the ground.
Any attempts of wriggling out of his hold are in vain.
âYouâre such a fucking slut.â
His matter-of-fact statement makes you frown. Youâre taken aback by the twisted amusement on his face.
âYou donât love me⊠You love my cock.â
âN-No Iââ
Your already short skirt now bunches above your hips and Choso brings a heavy hand down onto your exposed bottom. The sting brings fresh tears to your eyes as the gems on your fishnets leave distinct impressions on your soft, malleable skin.
âYouâll have to learn to be quiet while daddyâs talking, princess.â
If you were going to act like a childish brat, Choso would treat you like one.
Another harsh spank startles you into hiccups as you sniff away fallen tears.Â
Youâd never been spanked beforeânot by previous lovers or boyfriendsâhell not even your parents growing up.Â
The last person youâd expect it from was Choso.
And yet each swift lick Choso deals you is as terrifying as it is exhilarating.Â
Who knew you would be such a glutton for punishment?Â
You fidget, biting your lip in anticipation of another.Â
âBeen thinkinâ princessâIâve been too good to you. But you donât want that, eh?â
A third smack has you whimpering. Your pelvic muscles clench hard, releasing more of the desperation that had already saturated your thighs.
âYou want one of those assholes outside, is that right? Theyâre good enough for you, huh princess?â
You can only mewl in response from the delightful pain that pierces your senses as he delivers another and another.
âSâwhy every time I fuckinâ come round yâer being a lilâcocktease for some preppy ass frat fuck.â
Choso wasnât wrong.Â
You knew what those boys wanted from you.
Even though you had never really entertained any of them. That was the allure in itselfâto be something unattainable.Â
Yet more selfishly, you liked the attention. Not like youâd even got the same thrill from it anymore since you were with Chosoâbut old habits die hard.
Choso was making damn sure of that now.
âTryna get one of them to fuck you tonightââ
Chosoâs cock twitches in sync with your trembles from every spank.
ââor were you hoping I was finally gonna put that pretty princess pussy of yours in her place?âÂ
Youâre smart enough to know Chosoâs question is rhetorical and how could it not be given all your actions tonight?Â
It was clear you wanted him and his deliciously fat cock backâbadly.Â
Your tongue cautiously peeks out as you try to quiet your shuddering breaths, afraid that any small movement might provoke his anger. At this point you know better than to beg too, almost certain that any attempts would only fuel the unexpected mean streak Choso had developed.
Yet despite any initial apprehension you were quickly becoming puddy in his hands.
âPoor baby, working so hard having to appease everyoneââÂ
SMACK!
ââwell you ainât gotta worry that bratty head of yours no moreâseeing as you wonât be doing none of that shit from now on.âÂ
His threats which should have you cussing him out only make you wetter as your heart pounds in your ears from the thrill of being dominated. Youâd do anything right now to get a little relief for your aching cunt that had gone a whole goddamn month without Chosoâs thick cock plugging her up.Â
Restless in arousal, your entire being just begs to be fucked.Â
Releasing your hair Choso parts your legs with his knee and you collapse onto him, your plump pussy colliding with his thigh. You whimper, tightly gripping his broad shoulders for leverage to rock yourself against his thigh.Â
Choso could feel the intensity of the moist heat radiating from your core dampening his jeans.
âShit, I can feel you dripping⊠pussy drooling just from getting that ass spanked a lilââare you a masochist, princess?â
Choso breathes the question into your ear, his words bringing a chill over your skin fanning goosebumps all the way down to the nape of your neck.
Youâre losing yourself all the more in the hypnotic state of lust swirling from alcohol, weed, pain and arousal clashing within you.Â
You nearly choke on the deep guttural moans that had been held in by his hand still around your throat when he grabs your hips forcibly rocking you harder against him. Your paper-thin thong does nothing to protect you from the rough threadbare material of his jeans grinding against your sensitive lil nub.Â
âWearing these slutty tights with an ass like yoursâŠâÂ
You almost forget to breathe, the sting this time accompanied by him sliding his fingers between the gaps in the material and grabbing the fat of your ass for emphasis.
â...coulda got me in so much shit tonight if I made olâboy who was touchinâ up on you swallow teeth.â
The baritone in his voice lowers to a deadly note, tuning every nerve in your body to the exact pitch of his voice.
âP-Please C-Cho Iââ
âin an instant the hand on your hip coils around your neck.Â
Thumbing your collarbone, Choso slowly applies just enough pressure to activate the euphoric sensation of suffocation, sending tingles down your spine.
âLook at me princess, you better stay quietâmânot gonna say it again.â
You choke back a cry as the elastic on your fishnets snaps against your tender skin when Choso removes his hand from them.
âBut then your lilâcard got pulled when you saw me with that whore, hmm?â
You wince preemptively expecting another hard spanking but Choso loosens his grip around your throat. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.
A sniffly frown complements the pitifulness of your runny makeup as you cling to him possessively.Â
âY-Yeah⊠I-I hated seeing that d-dumb bitch all over you. Wanted to fuck her up.â
Choso is satisfied with your answer but the warmth behind his smile didnât match the heated glint in his eyes.
âThere it is. See? Bratty princesses who are honest get rewardedââ
Any relief you feel is short lived as your despair returns with the words that follow.
ââeventually.â
Plug!Choso who has you so close to release just from rutting against his brawny thigh. Yet just as you feel the hot coil about to snap in your stomach he pulls away from you.Â
Wobbling for stability, your panic that he would leave again subsides when he returns to sit on your bed.
Choso leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees to pack another bowl. The process is second nature to him and his hands move with an instinctual precision, allowing his oppressively dark gaze to remain fixed to you.
âStrip.â
Itâs a rather simple command but it causes a small malfunction in your brain nonetheless.Â
Your intuition is simultaneously screaming at you to be a âgood girlâ and listen to Choso so heâd finally fuck youâbut also to get the hell away from the menacing man before you were actually fucked.
Chosoâs shift in his nature was setting off every internal alarmâalthough at the same time, you couldnât say this still didnât feel like Choso.
Was it really new?Â
Or was this side just new to you?Â
Youâd only ever really known the gentle boyish side of Choso. The side who would blush easily and that was so willing to do anything to please youâthe side that was a dutiful and loving brother.
But this other side?Â
Well, he was a dealer.
Youâd never heard of Choso getting caught out or punked in the streetsânot even once.Â
You also never knew how he conducted his business, as he always stepped out of the car or left the room. When he took a call while you were with him, all you could hear were faint murmurs of conversation over the rumbling bass of music or through a well-insulated door.
You knew he did his best to keep that side away from you and Yuji, as it wasnât always pretty.Â
Instantly you recalled how once when you had slept over he reluctantly left in the middle of the night late saying he had âbusinessâ to take care of. When he came home hours later he looked worn down and even more tired than usual. His knuckles were swollen and there was a rip with small dots of blood on his collar which you would have thought was his own if not for there not being a single scratch on him.
He didnât speak of what happened and you couldnât fuss over his appearance for too longâyour mind being far from inquisitive while blubbering from his cock drilling your body deep into the mattress. You blissfully became a fleshlight of relief for all his frustrations that night until long after sunrise.Â
In fact, Choso had dicked you down so thoroughly when you finally made it out of bed that day it was mid-afternoon. You didnât even question him about the bruises lingering on his knuckles or whose blood he had on himâstill in a daze off his cock.
So this must be how he is in the streets.Â
âGo on now, princess.â
The deep silky dominance in his tone commanded your attention, jarring you from your thoughts. Youâre pouting, but your body, in spite of your more rational mind, wins as it compels you to obey him, convincing you that anything he has planned for you would be well worth the pleasure that follows.Â
Slowly, you begin to lift up your tiny pink top when Chosoâs eyes narrow in disapproval, stopping you.
âNuh-uh seeâthat shit right there won't cut it.â
Youâre puzzled. You did exactly as he asked.
âYou didnât think I saw my lilâ slut playing beer pong and teasing those shitheads with my tiddies? Now do it for meâthe same fuckinâ way.â
Youâre nodding but your delicate hands are nevertheless shaking under his intense smolder.
Swallowing your anxiety and mimicking your earlier actions, you bent towards him. Your chest is lightly heaving by the time your nails begin to slowly drag the hem of the sparkly top down over your breasts. Choso is blatantly palming his cock when you give the final tug that has your tits bouncing forth from their confines, fully exposed to him.
Choso hums in approval, satisfied with your performance. He motions with a finger for you to come to him and you canât close the distance fast enough to stand between his legs.Â
Molding your hips in his large hands, Choso brings you even closer. Parting his lips the smoke tendrils fan over your stomach while his mouth hovers over your skin.Â
Choso looks back up at you and your belly dips, quivering at his dangerously seductive eyes and mischievous grin.Â
You were nervousâgood.
âKnees.â
Plug!Choso who has you shamelessly panting on your knees before him. Not caring for any decorum at this point youâre openly salivating as hearts practically dance in your eyes over his engorged cock throbbing inside his jeans.
Choso releases a whiny hiss when the air hits his swollen glands. His length sways weighted down as an embarrassing amount of pre drips off his reddened shaft, his boxers already soiled.Â
In your right state of mind you might have used this to shift back the power dynamicsâyet alas, you are far too gone now. The need for him to give you his praise and approval winning out over any inklings of sass or disobedience.Â
Your attention is all but zeroed in on how those milky pearls dribbled over his albert piercing and down the thick vein on the underside of his length.
Seeing how your mouth watered just from the sight of his cock, itâs Choso who proves to be the more impatient one as he grips the back of your head with one hand forcing you closer. In his haste, his dick misses your mouth and skids across your cheek, prompting a low growl of curses from Choso.Â
Unconcerned with his impatience, youâre still in your own worldâand that world in question was currently being filled with the carnal smell of Chosoâs scent marking your skin. A long stain of pre smearing across your face mind shuts down now solely driven by your needy cunt.
âIâll forgive you when you show me how sorry you areââ
ââanything!âÂ
Quickly snapping out of your dickmatized daze you look up at him with doe eyes, begging for the go-ahead.
âYeah? Then do it nasty for me, princess.âÂ
The words have scarcely left Chosoâs lips before youâre already parting your own, releasing a viscous well of drool to pour languidly on his dick.
Your saliva mixing with his spilled essence coats his cock and fills the room with vulgar squelches as you obediently pump his hot length. You rotate your grip with a sinful precision while your other hand thumbs his gooch as youâre cupping his balls, kneading them in a manner that had Chosoâs toes curling.Â
Giving thanks for the meal you are about to consume, you never break eye contact as you deliver pillowy kisses to his tip and strum your tongue under his frenulum. Chosoâs abs twitch feverishly when the sultry hollow of your mouth lewdly hums over his piercing. The sounding effect alone is nearly enough to make him bust right then.Â
You arenât holding up well yourself either as your thighs squeeze together soaking your fishnets which had long been sticky with your overflowing arousal. Manifesting that it soon would be the moist suction of your vacant cunt and not of your spit glossed lips that would take him whole as you continue to moan wantonly around his girth.
The memory alone didnât do your mouth justice to Choso, not that he still didnât cum plenty from thinking of your lips slobbering around him in the last month.
Fuck if you didnât always give some crazy ass head though.
However, he knows he has to keep control lest he loses all the progress he made training that lilâ attitude of yours tonight.Â
Weaving his muscular hands through your hair, in one swift motion Choso thrusts his hips forward. He groans loudly from your warm gummy throat now stuffed full with his cock. Gargling his girth you choke when Chosoâs piercing scrapes the back of your throat as he forcibly bobs your head up and down.
Thick tears burn your vision with your running mascara flowing right down your full cheeks. But it's nothing compared to the fiery burn in your cunt thatâs even more jealous than before of your throat getting the treatment it needs so desperately.
âYouâre gonna be my good girl from now on? Yeah baby, I knowâI know ya are. Now open that throatpussy a lil wider for me, got sumâ for it.â
Heart fluttering at his filthy praises, you easily let him coerce your face flush to his pubic bone to take him to the very hilt. Your nose is buried in his dark pubic hair and his balls slap your chin at every thrust. The harsh treatment has your tears mingling with his fluids to coat your face and stain his jeans.Â
This is how you should be.Â
Obedient and pretty while your sobs vibrate around his cock destroying your throat. All you had to do was worry about taking care of himâin turn he would take care of you and the rest.
Shit though, going so long without your bratty little mouth around his dick Choso wasnât about to last too much longer.Â
His blunted nails dig into your scalp as he hunches, curling over your body from the sloppy way he plows even deeper into you.Â
âYouâre gonna take all of it princess. Every last bit, understood?â
Choso takes your unintelligible gurgles and the hands shoving against his thighs as confirmation. A needy grunt is followed by jets of his creamy load spurting down your esophagus.
Teeming with adrenaline, you gasp for air. Your lungs are on fire from sputtering up his tangy spunk that somehow even trickled into your windpipes. Chosoâs fluids dribble down your chin, a show of proof from you having milked his cock so thoroughly.Â
But you're not angry with him for the rough treatmentâon the contrary.Â
Once your coughs subside youâre gazing up at Choso like an innocent lamb and not the nasty throat goat you just proved yourself to be. Praying you have been enough of a good girl for him to finally fuck your lilâ cunt as hard as you needed.
Plug!Choso who rewards you with gentle strokes that smooth your hair back and caress your flushed cheeks stained with his spunk.
Keeping true to his promise of every last bit, Choso thumbs the remaining salty fluids soiling your face back into your mouth, dumping the excess onto your tongue that greedily slurps it down.
Satisfied, Choso straightens and beckons you onto his lap with a pat to his thigh. Smirking at your enthusiasm as you clumsily settle in.Â
âNow doesnât it feel niceâŠbeing a good girl for once?â
Choso affectionately twirls your hair in his fingers and you bob your head eagerly.Â
Your lips are mere centimeters apart.
You want to kiss him but Choso doesnât feel like you earned that just yet, balling his fist to tug your locks taunt when you lean in.
âNot yet, baby.â
You stick your lip out, fussing in aroused frustration.Â
âTskânow, now none of that shit, brats donât get kissesâand they certainly donât get this dick.â
If the look in his eyes were any indication you knew Choso meant business. The searing eye contact had long incinerated all the walls youâd built to keep him out, exposing the very essence of you laid bare in the ashes.Â
You have no more defenses against him, becoming more obedient to his every word.
Seconds pass that seem like achingly brutal hours until he breaks the staredown. His sights now follow his hands as they splay out trailing from your collarbone to your breasts, letting them weigh heavy in his palms.
His lecherous scrutiny has you shivering.
âYou let anyone touch these?â
The question startles you as does the sensation of Choso rolling your stiffened peaks between his knuckles before giving them a cruel tug.Â
You sniffle as you shake your head ânoâ, trying not to whine and still unable to speak from him pounding your vocal cords raw.Â
Choso grins knowingly as his hands fondle your plush mounds, kneading the supple flesh and pushing them together before the steamy cavern of Chosoâs mouth consumes both at once. The bar of his pierced tongue swirled between your hardened buds, lapping, slurping and nibbling. Squirming you arch back deeper into his mouth and grind your soaked lil cunny on his rapidly stiffening length. Your hands cling to his pigtails for any semblance of an anchor keeping you from tumbling backwards.Â
Spurred on by your shuddering cries Choso withdraws from your swollen peaks with a pop and licks up the string of spit that cobwebs between them. His tongue flattens licking each one dutifully as he watches as your jaw slacks from pleasure.
Youâve been so deprived of his touch. You could cum from just a bit more of this.
Yet Chosoâs lips donât stop traveling your body, even higher this time to adorn your decolletage with searing hickies.Â
Uncaring if they actually showed up to brand your skin or not.
Choso only needs you to feel them bruise beneath your flesh.
That way you wouldnât so soon forget exactly who you belonged to.
âAnd what about my bratty lilâ pussy, princess? I know how needy she is. You let one of those frat fuckers inside her?â
His hot heady breaths puff out to curl around your earlobe, leaving the severely neglected spot in between your thighs throbbing at her mention.Â
You think you might actually die if he ignores your cunt for much longer.Â
Your thong is utterly drenched. More arousal trickles onto his lap as his muscular hands settle back on your hips.Â
âN-no!â
Sounding more like a croaked plea, your voice is barely above a whisper from the hoarseness that settled in your throat.
âW-Waited f-for you Cho.âÂ
âThen show me.â
Plug!Choso who has you even more intoxicated off the thought of him giving you a pussy inspection.Â
He has nearly succeeded in domesticating you and your arms wrap around him submissively as you moan unabashedly into his neck.Â
Choso muses he should have handled your snobby ass like this sooner and saved himself some trouble.Â
Lifting you, Choso rises from the bed.Â
You havenât realized youâve moved at all until you crash into the edge of your vanity, shaking the table with a thud. Rattled, you look back, giving Choso the leverage he needs to spin you around. Dizzy from the sudden movement, your arms fly outâscattering bottles of makeup and perfume as you grasp at the wooden tabletop.Â
The items roll on the floor in tandem with Choso rolling his hips up against you. You release a loud mewl from his hard erection teasingly poking into your ass.
Thinking only with your pussy, your impatient pleas are met with another slap to the ass. The increased weight behind his hand this time leaves your nerve endings sizzling.Â
You were gonna be such a sweet girl by the time he was done with you.
However, he wouldnât torture you for too much longer.Â
Despite his cold authoritarian demeanor, the image of shoveling his cock deep into your creamy cunny after so long of only jerking to the memory has him about to lose it. Grasping the front of your hips, Choso jerks you flush against his pelvis. You fall forward until your cheekbone is smooshed into the vanityâs mirror and his thick bulge molding itself in-between your cheeks
âStay just like that for me, yeah baby? Hands on the mirror, they better not fuckinâ leave either.â
You position your hands obediently and Choso, as if praising you, tenderly gifts lustful kisses down your spine while he pampers your reddening bottom with gentle caresses.Â
âGood fuckinâ girl, princess.â
The more feral his nature, the more like his prey you became. Choso licentiously inspects your bodyâgripping, sniffing, and nipping at your heated skin until he is level with your ass.Â
You whimper as Choso rips your fishnets ripping them open, admiring the indents on your skin from the jeweled tights before burying his face between your squishy cheeks.Â
His nose salaciously nuzzles against the soaked material stuck to your barely covered hole and he releases a hot guttural sigh, purring into your pussy.Â
Always a fiend for dining on your cunt, Choso is brimming with contentment from your juices leaking onto his face. This may have been your punishment but it was also his reward as the taste of your filthy lil plum never failed to drive him wildâoften opting to spend most of the night with his face between your hips, heâd still cum plenty times from just thrusting into the air as he let you ride his face.
Licking his lips, Chosoâs tongues traces the pattern of your thong and sucks your juices from the saturated fabric. Youâre both loudly moaning nowâChoso from the saccharine flavor of your cunt and you from the sweet relief of the hot languid strokes of his skillful tongue.
Choso might have lost himself in that moment of finally getting to taste you again. His eyes roll back at how you lewdly leak through your soaked thong.
All for him.Â
You were still his even after all this time.
However, it's your own hastiness that reminds him your penance is worth more than his own pleasure when your ass wiggles impatiently lowering onto his face when Chosoâs tongue piercing starts drawing lazy circles around your sensitive lil pearl.
âC-Cho, n-need youâŠpuh-lease sânot fairââ
Determined to control every sensation he gives to you and holding you in place, Choso scolds you.
âFair? Nah, know whatâs not fair, princess?â
His lips move closer to ghost over your ass causing goosebumps to rise over the warm tender skin.
âYou actin like a bitch for a whole fuckinâ month and keeping all this good pussy away from me.â
You shudder when his teeth sink into your jiggly flesh causing you to yelp and rock against the vanity.
Youâd get more pleasure when he wanted you to.Â
Choso would screw that lesson into you soon enough.Â
âFuckâthe only thing sweet about you is this lilâ pussy. Youâre such a brat but she's so honest. Then againâmaybe it's your slutty lilâ pussy thatâs actually the brat, thinking she runs shit because of how good she is at milking cock, yeah?â
Choso confirms his suspicions upon peeling your soaked thong to the side. Strings of your arousal practically glue the material to your cunt. Not hesitating to make more of a mess of you, he illicitly hawks globes of his spit into your already dripping lilâ hole eagerly winking at him.
âLetâs see what this slutty cunt has to say for herself, hm?â
Choso places a chaste kiss over your entrance before driving two fingers straight in. Your hands leave streaks down the mirror as you perspire, fogging up the glass with your breathy cries.
Speeding up his pace he digs the pads of his fingers into your walls, searching until they run over a spongy hard spot and he has to fight to keep a hand on your lower back to hold you in place.
God you were virgin-tight again.Â
Before ignoring you, Choso had only ever gone three days without fucking you and even then youâd been crying from his tip just stretching the entrance of your taut lil pussy.Â
In the past, Choso would have taken his time with you. He knew he needed to work you open more so you wouldnât be sore tomorrow, and yet his cock throbbed to life again so urgently he couldn't restrain himself for much longer.
Thatâd be something youâd just have to fucking deal with.Â
This was all your fault after all.Â
Plug!Choso who wouldnât let you deprive him of his pussy for any longerâhowever, he was still going to make you beg for it.
âTell me what you want, princess.â
Choso rips the thong clean off your ass cheeks.Â
Leaving you exposed bare in your fishnets he rises up to lean over you. His moist breath trickles electricity down your spine as his bricked length roughly pipes between your cheeks.Â
âNghhâŠw-want your c-cockâŠâ
âWhose cockâso you know me now, princess?âChoso is that it?âÂ
Choso mocks your voice with the hurtful words you hurled at him during the garden brunch. Gliding his girth to prod over your entrance and miss its mark intentionally.Â
âPleeaseeeâC-Choso-C-Choso-C-Choso.âÂ
The pleas of his name slur together as your attention solely focuses on how his leaky shaft lathers your already dripping folds in his pre.Â
âThatâs right princessâŠnow tell me who am I to you?â
Choso reaches around to swat at your swollen clit.Â
You cry out as your body slick with sweat jolts up violently. Choso has to throw more of his weight onto you to keep you from slipping off the vanity entirely.
You could have actually fallen to the floor without noticing as the fuzzy feeling in your brain intensifies, too much is happening all at once. Your intoxicated thoughts swirl in its attempt to work out the finer details of your relationship with Chosoâdetails you likely wouldn't have been able to answer even while completely sober.
Who was Choso to you? Â
Well, frankly, right now he was technically nothing. You had never previously defined your relationship and hadnât had any communication at all over the last month until just a few days ago.
Your dealer? Friend? Casual hookup? Situationship?Â
By and large, it had been your fault that youâd never discussed it. You actively ran from any complicated conversations or pulled away whenever Choso proposed something that would be too close to affirming your status.Â
You also knew how much Choso liked you, especially from how heâd blush when other parents in Yujiâs class would mistake the two of you for a couple.Â
You werenât a couple thoughâeven if you acted like you were behind closed doors.Â
Even so, you knew how he made you feel when you were with him and knew what you wanted him to be to you now.Â
That was enough.
Goddamnit.
Your body threatens to explode from the vulnerability of your exposed emotions pricking at your every nerve while you work up the courage to say it.Â
This admission was somehow even harder than confessing you loved himâwhich had honestly been relatively easy in comparison as you were so upset you would have done anything at that moment to make him stay.Â
Face on fire, you clasp your eyes shutâas if not looking at Choso in the mirror means he somehow canât hear the words that stumble out of you.
âM-My boyfriend!â
Silent tears fall as you fear his reaction, youâve never been the one to lay your feelings on the line first.
Had you really missed your chance to be with him?
Would he just fuck you and leave after?
Choso remains silent as his hands glide up your sides, feeling you tremble under his touch. He lifts your torso, pulling you to his chest possessively. Chosoâs arms encircle you as they weave between your breasts and he licks a stray tear away.Â
Now you have the most lewd, yet perfectly unhindered, view of his hefty mushroom tip as it quickly slots through your puffed folds to ram into your clit.
The wide grin on his features is evident as your face crumples and pleasurable sobs rupture from you. Choso rests the side of his face against your neck as he takes in your smell, giving you a chaste kiss and savoring how much his body is scenting yours.
âOh? You asking me out, princess? Well, Iâm flattered you finally asked, but that's not exactly the answer I was looking forââ
A feverish chill spreads across your skin and youâre shivering as he locks eyes with you in the mirror.
ââas itâs certainly not what you will be calling me when Iâm pushing your kidneys back.â
Chosoâs hands lazily roam your body while he continues to sneak his length through your thighs. You unconsciously arch back to rest your nape on his shoulder, allowing him better access to touch you.
So he wasnât talking about your relationship status after all?!Â
Still the devious smile on Chosoâs face tells you he intentionally misled you with his phrasing nonetheless.Â
âSoâwho am I?â
The cocky tone in his voice makes it clear exactly what he wants you to call himâand youâd say itâyou just need to work up the nerve first.
Unfortunately for you Chosoâs patience for your bratty ass had long since depleted.
âTch, yo we can stop then ifââ
You snapped the moment you felt his hands leave you.
âNO, DADDY!âÂ
âIâll be a good girl DaddyâŠsâgood. I-I promise puh-leaseee put it inâpleaseâneed you, Daddy!â
There was no way in hell Choso would have left without sticking his dick in you but he knew that you were too hard up right now to even dream of calling his bluff.
âThatâs right princess. Iâm your Daddy. Now show Daddy that arch baby.â
Plug!Choso who smirks into your skin as he tastes you. The sting from a tiny love bite blossoming as he manhandles you back down onto the tableâs surface when your already cockdrunk mind doesnât have you moving fast enough.
âBut youâre still actinâ up a lil babyâso you gonna have to put this dick in yourself, got it?â
Choso hums at your dizzy babbles of confirmation, slipping his thumbs over your chubby pussy lips to spread you open. Choso is in awe of how slutty your cunt looked, clenching around nothing but the webs of your own arousal and practically screaming to be busted open wider by his cock.
Catching his tip on your entrance, Choso stalls as he has to chew the inside of his own cheek to resist not thrusting into you completelyâyouâd do the rest from here.Â
Choso was just glad you weren't looking in the mirror to see how hard his abs were trembling.Â
Exhaling shaky breaths, you ease back onto him, gingerly sinking down his length. Your kitten nails fitfully scratch at the table just from the stretch of just getting his wide mushroom tip inside.Â
SHIIIIT-SHIIIT-SHIIITâToo much!Â
You grit your teeth, heâs so big stretching the walls of your cunt to the degree that your walls actually try to push him out when you flex. However, Chosoâs hands are digging into your hips to secure you in place. Heâs not helping nor hindering youâbut he isnât letting you run any either.
Your knees knock against the vanity, trembling this much and he's only halfway in.Â
âCome on, princessâŠâ
Choso coos gently as he rubs circles into the small of your back with his thumbs, coaxing you to relax.Â
The dichotomy between Chosoâs treatment erratically switching in severity leaves you reeling. You're on edge with heightened arousal, never sure if his next words or touch would be rough or soothing yet either way it leaves you wanting more of himâanything heâd give, youâd take.Â
But right now you need him to have a lil mercy on you.Â
Tears brim your wide eyes as you pout and look at him through the mirror, pleading with him.
âPuh-leaseeee ChoâmâdaddyâŠhelp me?â
Your pitiful submission has Choso cracking. His need to ruin you after so long winning over his want to delay your pleasure along with everything else.
Sighing, Choso relents.
âYou know, I spoil you too much, princessâŠsâwhy youâre so rotten now.â
No sooner had he finished speaking did he hastily slam into you. Your wet warmth completely sucks him in whole and wraps around him so sinfully he has to dig his blunted nails deeper into your hips to keep from immediately painting your walls white.
God, he really was so incredibly weak for your perfect lilâ pussy.
Grunting, Choso sets an unrelenting tempo as he continues to rail into your cervix, each bruising thrust was him reminding you of every time you ignored himâpretended you didnât know himâtold people you were just friendsâand for making him even love someone as mean and bratty as you in the first place.
Grabbing onto the clothing bunched at your waist for leverage, Choso pistoning his hard length in and out of you felt like he was ripping your guts out along with it.Â
Gathering together a coherent thought right now was impossible. Itâs so good but so intense your body reflexively reaches a hand back, frantically pressing against his abs to slow him.
Choso growls, stilling your hand behind your back while his other springs out to pin your head on the table.ïżœïżœ
You were blocking his view of how your ass rippled every time he pounds his cock deeper into your cunt.
He just needed you to be good and take it.Â
And take it you did.
Choso fucks you so hard your vanity table creaks and repeatedly slams into your wall causing the entire room to shake. Your mind goes blank as if his cock controls the very flow of blood in your body. Surging tingling sensations electrifying your veins when the curve of his length knocks his albert piercing so aggressively against your cervix.Â
Your gooey walls build up so much pressure around his thickness that white spots edge your vision so very close to your nirvana.
âDonât even think about cumming until I say so my slutty lilâ princessâhold that shit for daddy.â
But there was no way you couldnât and just as you are at the very edge of your bliss Choso rips it away from you, halting once again to still inside of you.
âMmmm no please-please-puhleeease let me cum Choso! Please fuck me right Daddy!âÂ
Plug!Choso, who as much as he wants to edge you past your limits, really pulled out because he also needs to calm down. Choso removes his shirt overhead as the heat in the room has skyrocketed to near sweltering.Â
Even unmoving inside you, your pussy still flexes around him like crazy. You werenât on birth control so he never came inside you, not even once before. Pulling out normally to release over your stomach, ass or tits and wearing a condom on days it wasn't as safe.Â
Although he desperately wants to cum inside you, to really mark you as his, could he risk it?Â
It would be so stupid and so irresponsible, going far beyond any punishment.Â
You still had a year of school left.
He couldn't knock you up.Â
Then again you didn't need to go to classes physicallyâyou could take them online.Â
Pushing his more debased and wicked thoughts aside, ultimately Choso reigns himself in. He didnât even want to put you in that position. Heâd support you regardless, but heâd admittedly die inside if you decided not to have his child.Â
âS-Shit! C-Cho the door!âÂ
Seeing the sliver of hallway light cast into your dimly lit room, you realize now that you must have forgotten to lock it. This was an old house and your door had the habit of coming open easily from just some minor movement in your room if left unlocked.Â
Choso fucking you like he hated you was surely enough to knock it loose. Â
Unfortunately for you though, Choso didnât give a fuck.Â
Abruptly snapped out of his perverse breeding fantasies, Chosoâs feral eyes, tinged red from his high meet your frantic ones in the mirror.
âNo.â
The renewed vigor of his cock plowing through you again strangles any protests, gagging you on them as you feel him back in your throat from the intensity.Â
âNah princess, let them all hear how hard you sob on this loserâs cock while he fucks some manners into you.â
And sob you did. It was difficult to do anything else really as him moving inside you again had your body buzzing more than from your actual high.Â
âIt doesnât matter, cause I am about to fuck you so hard even the walls downstairs start shakingââ
Chosoâs heavy balls slap against your clit when he kicks his thrusts up a notch and hitches your leg up on the vanity.Â
âânâwhen they discover us thereâs no way they will even want a cockdrunk brat who lets her âweirdo burnout stalkerâ get her high and fuck her stupid as a president.â
Your mind, clearly ruined by his dick thinks that might not actually be so bad.Â
âShit, you tightened up baby, you actually want someone to find us? See how good I slut you out, yeah?â
Honestly, the harder he thrusted inside you the less you caredâabout anything.
School.Â
The sorority.Â
Your presidency.Â
None of it made you feel anywhere near as fulfilled as you were right now with Chosoâs thick girth ripping through you.Â
The walls quake even more violently.Â
The soggy clicking sounds from your soaked cunt almost reach the volume of your crazed screams for him to fuck you even harder.Â
Choso was so fucking close again, he was beginning to lose reason.
âF-Fuck itâshould I cum in you, princess? Iâll even let you cum too this time.â
Your brain on a mission to cum, fucked so smooth by his fat cock, could care less as long as you got to cum too.Â
Oh fuck, just a lil more and you wouldâ
ââPREZ! Did you get the goods or not? We wanna start rollââ
On her phone texting, Briannaâwho is pretty fucked up herselfâdid not even register that the sex noises came from your room. Thinking Choso had left already and sure you were up here salty about her âstealing him awayâ.Â
All the color drains from Briannaâs face as she drops her phone as well as her red solo cup filled with spiked seltzer, splashing on her outfit as well as the floor.Â
Through the mirror's reflection, she can see the pleasurable agony painted all over your face from getting your cheeks clapped into oblivion by the obvious third leg Choso was packing. Your eyes to the ceiling, heaving out wails as your tongue hangs out of your mouth waging with every thrust Choso carves into your guts. The clicking sound of his cock stirring up your tight lilâ pussy echoes throughout your room.Â
âOH MY GAWD! So it was true? Youâre actually fucking him??? OHMYGAWDOGMYGAWD they arenât going to believe this!â
Cockdrunk and stupified you couldnât give even a piece of a fuck. Honestly, you wouldn't have even noticed her if Choso didnât stop again.Â
No, No, No. You were so sick of being edged! Not after he finally was going to let you cum.Â
This canât be happening right now.
You couldnât take it anymore.Â
You needed to cum so bad.Â
Your vision is blurry with moisture caught in your lashes as you push yourself up. Grasping onto the edge of the tabletop you used it as leverage to weakly fuck yourself back onto him, doing the work this time if he wouldnât.
You wouldnât let Briannaâs ass of all people prevent you from having the orgasm youâve been fiending over a fucking month for. Â
âI jushh w-wanna cum! Pleasssh, wanna-cum-wanna-cumâŠâ
You chant out shamelessly. Your desperate whines stunning both Choso and Brianna.Â
Candidly, both thought you'd be horrified enough to stop.Â
Choso especially, as even after everything tonight wouldnât have been shocked if the mortification of actually being caught had you kicking him out.
âHeh.â
Are you actually choosing him for once?
Choso wasnât going to let the moment pass without finding outâthatâs for fuckinâ sure.
The smack he delivers to your cheeks grab your attention as you bellow out more cries. Youâre still pathetically trying to get off with your weakened thrusts back. It wasnât nearly enough to get you offâbut better than the burning that threatens to incinerate you whole if you stopped.
âHey Princess, Iâll let you cum just lemme know something first, yeah?â
You nod your head longingly, dizzy with need.
âTell this bitch whose dick is this?â
For the first time that night, you answered without missing a beat.
âM-Mine mâdaddy, its m-mine!â
You pant breathlessly, still trying to rock yourself back on him but you aren't quite hitting the spot.Â
Your eyes lock with Briannaâs through the mirrorâs reflection yet you are looking straight through herâyour eyes vacant as you could only think of Chosoâs cock.Â
Your cock.
âNah donât look at that bitch, look at me princess.â
Not hesitating, your eyes snap over to him.
âGood fucking girlâand whose pussy is this?âÂ
âYouâYOU CHOSO! Please Daddyâplease it's sâgood, I need it! Please fuck me Daddy!â
Choso turns to Briana who is frozen in placeâher eyes are wider than saucersâas she realizes sheâs lost.
Reaching over you he grabs an ounce bag and tosses it near her hitting the floor by her feet. Brianna hesitates though, causing Choso to growl impatiently.Â
Heâd proved his point, now he wanted this bitch gone.
âYo Goudaâyou a voyeur or somethinâ?â
Brianna jumps when Choso addresses her quickly shaking her head ânoâ.Â
âThen get the fuck up outta here bitchâMOVE!â
In her haste, Brianna slips on the spilled alcohol as she scrambles to quickly snatch up the weed and her alcohol-soaked phone. The door slams shut as she scurries out the door.
Plug!Choso who has lost all desire to punish you. He only wants to be able to see your face twist in pleasure when he finally lets you have your sweet euphoric release.
In a flash, heâs moving you again. Choso swoops you up and tosses you onto the bed, hurriedly making sure the door is locked this time before kicking off his pants and crawling on top of you.Â
âShhhh princess, you did so good baby, mâgonna let you cum. Gonna have you creaming so hard on this cock, sâyour cock babyâyou earned it.â
Choso is slurring his words as he peppers your body with blood buzzing kisses to hush your anguished whimpers while he peels the remaining clothes off your body. Not being sheathed inside you is killing him just as much, yet he longs to touch your silky skin unimpeded against his own.
âBeen taking me sâgud baby, câmereâŠâ
The both of you now bare, Choso wastes no time plunging back into your heated core, your heels digging into his back at the intensity.Â
Damnâyouâre so perfect. Â
Allowing himself to let go, his mind shatters as Choso melts into your gooey lilâ cunny.Â
His lips are desperate to find yours and Choso is no longer able to withhold himself from sinking into a pussydrunk state. Uncaring for any more displays of dominance, the kiss you share is hurried and sloppy causing your thoughts to splinter.Â
Your mind fragments into increasingly smaller pieces of incoherency the more frantic Chosoâs kiss becomes. His teeth clash with yours and graze over your swollen lips, unable to control himself as he fitfully bruises your clit from the blunt thrusts of his pelvic bone.
Tears glaze your eyes blinding you from the creamy stickiness at Chosoâs hilt that splash between your bodies. The musky fluids flow all over your puffed lilâ pussy to drizzle past his aching balls to puddle on your sheets.
âL-Live with meâwith me nâ YujiâFUHHCKKpussysogoodây-you ainât gotta be here anymore, princess.â
Chosoâs forehead rests against yours and his dick twitches inside of you like crazy from the ridges of his thick engorged cock scraping against every nerve in your cunt.
âBe with us, baby. Be our family. I-IâSHIIIIITâI love you so-much-so-much.â
All of his bravado strips away and thereâs just the soft Choso you knew once again. The one who would do anything for you, the one who made your stomach flip and your heart stopâyou didnât want to go through life anymore without him in yours.
âY-Yes! I wannaâah fuhhhhâsâgud l-love you D-Daddy!â
Overwhelmed with emotion for you and knowing he would come soon, Choso reaches a shaky hand between you to roughly smash his palm into your sensitive lilâ bud. The soaked slick from your bodies causes his movements to jerk erratically and your hips involuntarily thrash against him.
Choso screws his eyes shut, your bodies so wet he nearly slips off of you in his single-minded focus to make you cum. He has to be ready to pull out of you as soon as you do or he wouldnât be able to stop himself from shooting all of his cum in youâyet thatâs exactly what your fucked out lilâ pussy wants.Â
âC-Cumâcum in me DaddyâŠâ
Your voice is barely above a whisper as you almost fade out of consciousness from the sublime shockwaves that erupt over your body as you are nearly at the peak of your climax.
Chosoâs hips falter, almost in a more fucked out condition than you. He nearly dumped his entire load into you then but his last sliver of sanity held out.
âSHIIIIITâP-PrincessâDo ya even know what yâer s-saying to me right now?âÂ
Time slows, your hand cups his face staring with conviction as best you could into his dark aubergine eyes as your other weakly directs the palm pressing on your clit to rest on your belly. Â
âCum in me ChosoâI-I wouldnât mind having a baby if it's yours.âÂ
Oh fuckâŠÂ
And with that your knees were by your ears and your ankles dangle off his shoulders.Â
Sure, you were intoxicated on many substancesâhis dick included and as much as you may have just been talking shit at this moment Choso doesnât care anymore.
Youâd told him youâd have his baby and itâs all his pussydrunk mind can process.
Like a puppy Choso whimpers his groans keen sharply out of him as his tongue dangles to drip slobber down your neck. Heâs reverting back to the sloppy whiny mess you know him to be when hes fucked himself out from treating your drooling hole like a well-loved pocket pussy.
âMHMMM FUCK!â
The knot inside you twists impossibly tighter, straining your nerves until it finally snaps sending shockwaves through you. You lose yourself in nonsensical cries as your worn battered body convulses uncontrollably, creaming around his cock.Â
If your brain hadnât shut down at this very momentâonly filled with the white noise of your searing orgasmâyou might be worried Choso just broke your bed. The creaking fills the room as the sound of metal bending is apparent although neither of you are concerned.
ââsâgonna be OK, mmm-FUCKâmâgonna take care of you, love youâweâll be a real family then, you, me, yujiânâour baby!â
You donât even hear him as youâre on autopilot now. The red streaks your kitten nails scratch across his muscular shoulders urge him on like the squelching sounds of your squirt gushing out of you and wet smacks of his balls colliding with your ass.
Overstimulating your senses, Choso sweeps you up into another all consuming kiss. The mind-numbing aftershocks of your blissful tremors leaves your tongue limp as his mouth hungrily devours yours. When Choso finally releases, his hot seed pumps into your tummy as his body writhes on top of yours.Â
The mind numbing aftershock of your euphoric release continues as Choso proceed to fuck more and more of his thick ropes of his cum into you. He doesnât show signs of slowing down but your body on the other hand fades, giving into the comforting gratification of sleep after having your guts rearranged.Â
âO-one more time, p-princessâpleaseeee.â
Your thankful at that moment youâve previously told Choso you didnât mind somnophilia and gave him the free use pass to fuck you while you slept. You rarely actually could even stay asleep with how hard he would end up railing you but there was a first time for everything with your cunt finally content and full after so long your exhaustion drags you into a deep slumber.Â
Plug!Choso who tightly cuddles you to him as you both sleep. The two of you twisted up like a pretzel in a mess of limbs with you practically smashed between Choso and the wall.Â
Your XL twin bed clearly wasn't meant to comfortably fit two people like this.Â
Youâre still mostly asleep though, softly groaning as the cheery morning sun pierces through your thin curtains. You move to throw a pillow over your face only to discover you cannot budge.Â
However, you can't say you werenât used to waking up like this. Choso was always a hardcore cuddler. You missed the mornings youâd wake overheated and skin to skin. Your legs would find themselves intertwined just like this.Â
Somehow, Choso would always find a way to fuse the both of your bodies together where every part of him was touching some piece of you.
TypicalâŠ
The sleepy thought drifts through your brain, sensing it's still far too early for you to wake up. Wanting to drift back to sleep you burrow your face deeper into his chest, stiffening when your mind does the very opposite and wakes up enough to recall the events of the previous night.
Sobering quickly in the daylight, a sinking feeling begins to suffocate your heart. The now familiar guilt youâve accumulated over the past month amplifies the hangover etching itself behind your eyes.Â
You canât help but panic as the memories from the night before come rushing back.Â
There was still so much uncertainty.Â
Having been utterly humbled for the first time in your life you canât stop the self doubt that questions if heâd even meant everything he said last nightâyou were both lit as hell.Â
Youâd meant it though.
Your heart seizes at the thought that this might be the last time youâd wake up in his arms. Before you know it you are crying again trembling as you try not to wake Choso up with your silent tears.
You are quiet enough but Choso is also a light sleeper and stirs awake at the small fit youâre having.
âH-Hey, morning princess *yawns*âwait, what's wrong?â
His tired eyes are full of loving concern as Choso cups your face wiping away your tears before bringing you into his chest, tightening his hand on your head.
âShit, was I too rough on you last night princess? Fuck, I know how much all this shit means to you Iââ
You interrupt Choso, you canât let him beat himself up over you any longer.
âN-No, Choââ
Sniffling, you break away from his hold just enough to maneuver yourself to meet his tired eyes.Â
You mentally kick yourselfâyou hated being such a crybaby now but you couldn't help it. You were left feeling so vulnerable after being stripped of all pretenses the night beforeâit all just started pouring out of youâÂ
ââd-did you mean it? W-What you said? Cause IâI meant what I said. I-I wanna be with you and Yuji. C-Cook breakfast and f-fall asleep watching movies and go to all his games with youâIâll never miss another game andâandââ
âBet.â
WaitâŠhuh?
Even after last night you half-still expect him to be upset with you, youâd still expected youâd have to beg.Â
Youâre left speechless.
âBet. Letâs pack up your shit then, princess.â
Chosoâs bright grin is near blinding to your weary gaze.Â
âI meant everything I said, I could never lie to you.â
Giving you a tender kiss on your forehead, he forces you to look him in the eyes. Choso takes in all your looks of uncertainty before melting them away, softly cooing affirmations with his lips fluttering over yours. Youâre so needy for his touch as you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him even closer.
Not being able to resist your bodyâs calls for him, you soon find yourself underneath Choso who rubs his morning wood against your core still soaked with his essence from the night before.
Choso smirks down at you, the cockiness back in his voice.
âWhat I say before? Youâre my familyâFuck those bitches and fuck your parentsâI got you.â
Plug!Choso, who doesnât know what time it is but knows he has to go pick up Yuji from his friends soon. He also doesnât know if he should expect your nosy ass sorority sisters to barge in again. Still, that doesnât stop him from sinking into your sopping heat once more, never taking his lips off of you.Â
Unlike the fervor of last night, his strokes are slow. The anger and intensity are gone, but the passion still remains simmering under your skin. Choso is savoring every bit of you as he devours your mewls, drinking them down along with any lingering unsureties.Â
But, fuckâhe doesn't feel like heâll be able to keep himself from cumming inside you from now on. Not when youâd be living with him and Yuji, acting all domestic like.Â
Images of a would-be future with you swirl in his mindâyou pregnant, giggling at Yuji when he jumps in surprise from feeling the baby kickâyour belly growing so large you had to cradle a hand underneath when you adorably waddled from room-to-roomâthe day of delivery when you both finally get to meet the child you crâ
âMUTHRFUUUUH!
Chosoâs eyes roll towards the ceiling as he whines loudly, his whole body is shivering along with his premature release. Buckets of his viscous seed slosh in your womb with every sloppy stutter of his hips, pushing the mass overflow of his cum out of your swollen hole and down the crack of your ass.
Fucking you through his overstimulation, your cries only fuel his intent to impregnate you. The want for the sensual intimacy that slow fucking brings after a reconciliation being overtaken by the intense primal urge to put a baby in your belly.
There was no need for any additional vocalizations of affection when Choso is so adamantly reciprocating your feelings, his creamy cum filling you with promises of his devotion which he fucks even deeper into your womb.Â
You arenât able to recall the last time you felt this satisfied. Working so hard to meet everyone elseâs standards was exhausting and you didnât regret your choice.
You had no plans now other than being with Choso.Â
And contrary to the dread of what you had previously thought deviating off course would be likeâit frees you. You love and trust Choso enough to let go of all of it and just let life take you where it would.
Youâd be content as long as you have him and Yuji.Â
Choso knows this yet even so, he is still on a mission to add a fourth to your new little family sooner rather than later.Â
He knew you were speaking of the future when you said youâd have his kid the night before butâwhy delay the inevitable?Â
Choso needed to fill you up at least 2 more times before heâd let you leave this bedâno matter how many of your sorority sisters would walk inâthey could watch for all he cares.
Yeah at this rate youâd definitely be pregnant by the start of school next year.
Shit, heâd have to go buy a ring soon.
â how was that? holy hell i think this is the longest fic i've written lol. i wanted to take my time with this because although brat taming isn't hard i still wanted to capture the essence of choso. he can be mean enough to do it he's definitely going to internally struggle a bit and be our whiny feral lil baby gworl at the end lol.
taglist will be in a reblog in the morning. needed to get this out and then go to bed. i might also edit it a bit as well. as some of it wasn't proofed.
reblogs and comments so appreciated, i wanna know what u think, send me asks too!
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‷ summary: the world meets the newest mclaren team member, and they are loving it! it's poor oscars first day and shit's already hitting the fan sorry dude ): LMAO. lando just experienced love at first sight, while y/n is ready to fist fight
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
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mclaren oscar's first day of kindergarten, done. pre-season testing, done. (we'll be even faster soon đđŒ don't worry guys)ïżŒ
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user2 HELLO??? WHO HACKED THE MCLAREN ACCOUNT
user6 we'll be racing past redbull in no time
mclaren a girl can dream
user7 lando is this you??? đ
user8 budget dropped so low they had to hire the drivers for social media
user3 this is haas money behavior
mclaren excuse you i am NOT LANDO
user8 oscar????
mclaren no sir, i'm the owner of this house đ«”
user9 idk if this is a new admin but this is so unserious
mclaren new year new me babe
user9 give her a raise mclaren đđŒ
mclaren REPOST REPOST REPOST
landonorris first day on the job and already asking for more money?
mclaren i'm so sorry lord lando, you forget that us lowly peasantsïżŒ aren't on an athelete salary đ
user10 HUMBLE HIM, WE LOVE TO SEE IT
user11 mclaren admin beefing with lando was NOT on my 2023 bingo card
user12 she really said, "ik we're slow but LET US COOK"
mclaren TRUUUSTTT THAT COMEBACK IS COMING (im manifesting)
oscarpiastri KINDERGARTEN??? i'm nearly 22 mate
mclaren teensy weensy baby basically
oscarpiastri your fired /:
mclaren HAHA YOU CAN'T DO THAT đđ»ââïž
user13 petition for all the f1 team accounts to be run by young admins, this is tooooo good
mclaren screenshotting this for my boss so they don't see these comments and fire me
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
user14 she. looked. up. his. salary. đ ICON
user15 hiring her was such a rare mclaren W
user16 MCLAREN ADMIN HEAR OUR PRAYERS AND MAKE TIKTOKS đđŒ
user17 OMG CAN U IMAGINE
user18 HOW MUCH MONEY DO I HAVE TO PAY MS. MCLAREN FOR THIS OMG
user19 will our team win? probably not BUT AT LEAST WE'LL BE GETTING CONTENT đ
user20 AYYYYEEEE
user21 LANDO MAY NEVER WIN, BUT THE FANS NEVER LOSE đ€đŸ
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
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landonorris don't mind me, just living my lord life on my athlete's salary. bahrain here we come!
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user22 WHERES THE MCLAREN ADMIN
user23 lando nowins flexing on us poor people
user24 someone come get this man's phone
user25 oh i KNOW pr is mad đđđ
user26 daniel ricciardo leaves and mclaren loses it's mind
user27 daniel leaves and all of us lose our minds đ„Č
oscarpiastri jesus christ mate, log out
mclaren i'm not sure he knows how, he might need to pay someone to /:
user28 CRAZZZYYYY
user29 THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING
user30 "f1 is a serious sport." the serious sport in question:
user31 the papaya hat đ«”
user32 HE'S SO FINE IM GNAWING AT THE BARS
user33 BARK BARK WOOF WOOF
mclaren phones. on the table. NEOWWW
user33 holy shit this is actually so embarrassing
mclaren at least ur self aware!
user34 she clocked ur asses đđđ
maxfewtrell lord lando flying economy
landonorris I AM NOT
user35 bro took that personally
user36 me thinks the man doth protest too much
danielricciardo i leave you alone for a few months and this is what you're doing
landonorris i learned from the best
danielricciardo DONT BLAME ME FOR THIS
maxverstappen1 ... that's my plane???
landonorris SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
maxverstappen1 you can't just take credit for my private jet. its mine.
mclaren this just in, little lando norris is a little LIAR
mclaren when he steals a plane and wears bucket hats đ«”đ€Ł everyone point and laugh
landonorris I QUITE LIKE BUCKET HATS
mclaren i quite like bucket hats đŹđ§âïžđ€
maxverstappen1 đ«”đ€Ł
danielricciardo đ«”đ€Ł
charles_leclerc đ«”đ€Ł
carlossainz55 đ«”đ€Ł
maxfewtrell đ«”đ€Ł
oscarpiastri đ«”đ€Ł
landonorris OSCAR????
oscarpiastri đ«”đ€Ł đ«”đ€Ł đ«”đ€Ł
mclaren damn he got you there
user37 this cannot be real
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
There were quite a few things Lando expected to be on his agenda when he arrived in Bahrain after him and Max went seperate ways to their own teams. He figured he would meet with his engineers, spend some time getting adjusted to working with Oscar (especially given he hadn't had very much time to meet or bond with the rookie over the break or during pre-season testing), and doing some press interviews as per usual. However no where on his list was an impromptu meeting with Zak Brown. Oscar seemed clueless as to what was going on as well, and Lydia, Lando's personal assistant of two years, was just as clueless.
Lando and Oscar filed into the board room, bottles of water in hand, only to be met face to face with their team manager. Nothing seemed suspicious which Lando hoped was a good thing, but after their underwhelming performance in pre-season testing he knew anything was a possibility.
"Have a seat guys, it's good to see you both. I hope you've been well-rested since testing," Zak greeted with his usual cheerful attitude. Lando and Oscar looked at each other warily but nodded at their boss nonetheless. Zak was usually more of a 'get to the point' kind of man, so this change of pace was unnerving to say the least. Normally it scared Lando a little bit, but truthfully, right now, Lando wanted to be done with this meeting and to get to race preparations.
"That's good, you need all the rest you can get if we're going to try and put up a fight this weekend. In all honesty, I think within the next two years we have a chance to become real competition here. I think we can give Red Bull and Ferrari a run for their money and earn plenty of points this year. Hell," the older man chuckled, "maybe we can win it all."
Lando didn't want to seem skeptical, but he was definitely skeptical. He did not think the car he was given in testing could win the championship, but he would sure as hell be trying.
"But no matter how hard the engineers work the car, and no matter how many sims we do, the one thing we're lacking in is presence. McLaren is notable, we have a famous team and a long roster of famous, successful drivers, including the two of you, but we don't have the same dominating media presence that Mercedes or Ferrari do. And that's what gets us sponsors, and celebrity visits, and fans, and funding. We may not be struggling for money, but if you guys like your multi-million dollar salaries and you want your car to keep being better, we need more media presence. Which is why we decided we wanted to go a bit of a different route this year, with media and all of that."
Oh god. Lando knew where this was going. This was about the new social media admin that had been ruthlessly harrasing him- albeit teasingly- for days now. Only employed for less than two weeks and already stirring up the pot across platforms. Lando looked at Oscar, noting that his teammate was clearly following as well now.
"I know you both have come to realize this already, but there is a new social media manager who runs all of the McLaren accounts. We wanted someone young, someone trendy, someone who knew what the internet is looking for, and who can help us connect and start getting more eyes on McLaren. We want her to meet with you guys today to share a couple of ideas so you can be on the same page for what we'll be doing online. The new manager is just outside. Let me get her so you can speak with her."
Lando nodded dumbly. Right, ok, he could do that. Lando was young, he was online, he was trendy. Plus, most of if not all of the F1 drivers had some kind of media presence already. Lando streamed, he had instagram accounts and twitter, and he even had Quadrant. Lando steeled himself. This would be just fine. An adjustment, but fine.
Zak greeted someone outside of the door and a small bit of shuffling sounds were heard. Before Lando had a chance to stand, Zak was turning and nodding a quick goodbye. Leaving the office room, as a smaller body replaced the space he had been in.
Lando felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs and hoped he hadn't made a noise out loud. He stared, he couldn't help it. He was sure he was slack-jawed, mouth agape and flies coming in. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that he should be professional and behave like a normal human being. But the other part of his brain, the dominant part of his brain, was in awe.
Lando looked at the girl in front of him up and down, probably far too obviously, and was stunned. He saw jean shorts, a faded and a mid-washed denim. A colorful-tighter cropped shirt and some layered gold jewelery. Rings on her fingers. Sunglasses in her hair, making her look way to cool to ever speak to him. She rocked on the balls of her sneaker-clad feet- sneakers that matched her clothes perfectly much to Lando's delight- and quickly moved to set her laptop down of the table. She left her small colorful handbag on the table alongside a cup of iced coffee that was already melting in the Bahrain heat. She looked as if she had jumped straight from a Vogue cover (or one of his favorite dreams) and landed right in front of him.
Was it the heat that was making it so hot? Because Lando was becoming suddenly aware of the heat beneath his shirt collar. A stifled cough from Oscar drew Lando from his observation- or rather his creepy, stalker staring- and Lando realized this was not the social etiquette that the situation called for.
Before Lando could even take a step, the girl smirked.
"Nice to finally meet you guys. Hello Oscar," the girl leaned over and shook the taller man's hand. "And Lord Lando, is it? It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Y/N L/N, i'm the new social media manager for the season."
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Y/N could now officially say she is not a fan of Lando Norris. The online feud she had cleverly created to generate some conversation about McLaren before the season started had been banter. She had taken no offense to Lando's jokes at all, but now that she was in front of the man and could feel his judgement, her opionions had changed.
From the second she walked in Lando had begun unabashedly staring at her. Looking her up and down, from the shoes she had recently bought to the hair clipped back on her head, and was not sparing a single detail. She felt vaguely like a mannequin on display and it unnerved her.
Oscar smiled at her politely as she set her things down, and she felt thankful for the reprieve from the judgement and critcism she had been recieving since she arrived and was now experiencing again from Lando in full force.
Y/N was aware that her outfit wasn't uniform or professional, but those were not the qualities she was hired for. Y/N had been confident coming in here, feeling like she would likely connect better with people her own age, but was thoroughly dissapointed to find this was not the case.
Oscar ultimately cleared his throat awkwardly, and it appeared as though this finally snapped Lando out of his judgemental stupor, so Y/N decided to finally make her introductions.
"Nice to finally meet you guys, hello Oscar," she leaned over and shook the taller man's hand. "And Lord Lando, is it? It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Y/N L/N, i'm the new social media manager for the season."
Lando groaned loudly and Oscar laughed.
"Lando I don't think you'll ever live this one down," and Y/N forced a laugh and nodded in agreeance.
"No, probably not. But that's good, that's what I was hoping for." Y/N stated bluntly.
"You were hoping to torture me?" Lando stuttered out and Y/N rolled her eyes, "You'll live I promise." Oscar laughed before pointing out, "at least your not a kindergartener."
Lando stifled a laugh but agreed.
"What purpose did Oscar's baby jokes serve?" Lando asked, and Y/N forced herself not to punch the man at his judgemental tone. He clearly didn't believe in her ability to do her job.
"It's funny, that was it's purpose," she stated, gesturing to the table for the boys to sit as she opened up her laptop. She turned to face toward them, lifting herself slightly so was seated criss-crossed in the chair. She never had liked sitting normally. The boys across from her stared at her expectantly.
"So you create jokes the make people look at us more?" Oscar asked.
"In a way yes. My job is to manage the accounts, but I've also been hired to help get you guys more fans. Fans love to be interacted with, they love seeing you guys joke around, they like feeling like they have content to consume," Y/N explained.
"By playing into these desires, you get more fans, because they feel they 'know you" in a way they don't know the other drivers." The boys nodded their head in understanding.
"So the plan is for me to keep interacting with fans through the McLaren accounts, playing up jokes with you too, and for us to give the fans new content in a way they don't usually get it. Livestreams, youtube vlogs, inside internet jokes, TikToks, the works." Y/N stated.
"Essentially," she said dragging the word out, "I'm going to make you guys the internet's little papaya stars," Lando laughed but nodded. Y/N, despite her first impressions and her developing dislike for the driver, found herself smiling. She could see the vision. Both Oscar and Lando would be awkward and loveable and humorous. The perfect mix for internet support.
"So where do we start?" Oscar asked.
"I'm glad you asked," Y/N smirked. "Have you heard the clip of 'Cuffing Season' by SZA? There's a TikTok trend I think will be perfect for you to do."
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user38 can we talk about how gorgeous admin is?!?!? LIKE OH MY GOD
user10 only hot people go to mclaren
user40 that check better be huge for her
user41 oscar was so mf stiff đđ free my boy
user42 who had a gun to oscars head, he was so scared
user43 lando thirst trapping ICB đ I NEED A BIG BOYYY
user44 god admin is so sexy and smart, that was art
user45 CAN WE DISCUSS HOW LANDO LOOKS AT HER
user46 ikr đ get off the floor lando your drooling
user47 i want a man to be that down bad for me
user48 lando loverboy era unlocked
user49 meanwhile admin didn't look him in the face
user50 f1 2023 is going to be a WILD RIDE for us mclaren fans if this is before the first race even starts
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an open fly walking
i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now
TG: hey karkat
CG: YEAH?
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TG: you ever noticed you like
TG: walk weird
CG: WOW, OKAY.
CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?
TG: pff
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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity
TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but
TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man
CG: I DO???
TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault
TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale
TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity
TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it
CG: SERIOUSLY?
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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but
TG: yeah
CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.
TG: im not fucking with you striders honor
TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything
CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.
CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.
TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me
CG: ON IT.
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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude
CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.
TG: dont your feet ache
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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.
TG: damn i didnt think that through
TG: my shades
CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.
TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with
TG: ugh
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TG: guess its karma
CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?
TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor
TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing
TG: just conjecture i mean
CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.
TG: yeah probably
CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.
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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets
TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot
CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.
CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.
CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".
TG: well look at it this way
TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass
TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol
CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.
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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt
TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up
TG: i cant see dick
CG: UH
CG: SURE, I GUESS.
TG: cool
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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right
TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night
CG: YEAH.
CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.
CG: BUT
CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.
TG: see yeah i sound it off and
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TG: wait really?
CG: YEAH
CG: I DON'T KNOW
CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.
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CG: IT'S LIKE
CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.
CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.
TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing
CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.
TG: you think thatd be heroic or just
CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.
CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?
TG: hah
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TG: but uh
TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth
CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.
CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.
TG: oh
CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.
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TG: heh
TG: well get this
TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free
TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues
TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time
TG: take that and some of this
TG: im packin punches
CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!
CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.
CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.
CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.
TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here
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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?
TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given
TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool
CG: PFF⊠OKAY MAN.
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Piece of advice is to always thank people for bring you bad news, so long as it's bad news you need to know to do something about it
Like that's really the only context I can think of bringing bad news in, so like... feel free to ignore if they're somehow just being spiteful with it, but like if they're coming to you like "yeah, you bed turned to goop while you were out and you need to get a new one", yeah that's not the sort of thing you want to hear but you probably need to know about it so you can fix it
The reason to thank them is so that you don't accidentally take your frustration over the bad news out on them, cause if you do that you won't get bad news and that means you won't be able to make accurate decisions when you're missing key info
Always gotta reward the behavior you want people to do if you want it to keep happening
#that's not what this post is actually about#this post is about someone that's not on here doing something that they don't mean anything by but is the wrong thing to do#because while I know that's not how they mean it so I'll ignore it; it feels like a bit of a kick in the gut#so this is me sharing what to do right rather than saying what someone's done wrong#... for a number of reasons; some less healthy than others#but one of the reasonable reasons being that I'd rather focus on what is good to do instead of what's bad#but just... mind your words; cause if you say stuff thoughtlessly you'll find other people's behavior shifts or dries up#so in my opinion it's better to actively affirm that you appreciate stuff rather than even just saying nothing#and this is more shifting back to what I was saying in the post; but that includes when you're annoyed#if someone pissed you off but they're doing something you want them to keep doing... need to reward it#like... lets say that... lets say you've got a kid and they ask annoying ass questions#well bad news; you probably want them to come to you with questions about important stuff later#so sadly the only wise move is to swallow your irritation and be grateful they're asking you; and do what you can to answer honestly#which funny enough is also the polite move#or at the very least as politely as possible explain it's not them it's you; but you're just too damn tired to answer questions#less ideal and more likely to shut things down; but it's still better than being actually nasty; and maybe you just are too tired#...I don't know#it's all kind of just nonsense rambling
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Bf!Sukuna who sometimes calls you 'girlfriend' â and not in a flamboyant way
"Girlfriend, c'mere."
"What do you want, girlfriend?"
"Sure, girlfriend."
Bf!Sukuna who loves having your lips on his; he'll just randomly come up to you and slot his lips against yours without a word
Bf!Sukuna who walks around the house shirtless, and teases you by saying, "You should try it out," only to get a pillow thrown at his head
Bf!Sukuna who would pause his video game just for you
Bf!Sukuna who is actually super clingy, and cannot function without having you in a foot radius â but will never admit it
"I'm going to go get groceries now."
"I'll come with you," he said, immediately standing up from the couch.
"I thought you hated errands."
Sukuna shrugged, "'m bored."
Bf!Sukuna who spits in your food when you're not looking
Bf!Sukuna who, when he can't sleep, will just stare at you â a few times, you've woken up to his creepy crimson eyes staring back at you, and you socked him in the jaw
Bf!Sukuna who claims to hate your music, but whenever you two are in the car, he'll always let you handle the aux
Bf!Sukuna who purposely forgets to do your laundry so he can see you be forced to wear his clothes instead
Bf!Sukuna who is the king of keeping eye contact
Bf!Sukuna who'll hover around while you do your makeup and just ask random questions
"What does that do?"
"Why the fuck is it shaped like that?"
"It's almost as big as my dick."
Bf!Sukuna who steals your things and raises them above his head where you can't reach just to mess with you
Bf!Sukuna who never gets cold, and while that may seem like a good thing in the winter because you have a personal heat generator, it is the absolute worst during the summer â you have to ban cuddling because Sukuna is just too damn warm
Bf!Sukuna who doesn't help you bring in groceries, even if your hands are full
Bf!Sukuna who ignores you for the rest of the day if you forget to give him a good morning kiss, or good morning text (if you guys are temporarily apart)
Bf!Sukuna who is good at everything he touches
â a/n: kinda irrelevant if you ask me, but I just had to include this
Bf!Sukuna who pretends to forget if you guys have planned a date together
Bf!Sukuna who gets a hard-on when he sees your angry face; he loves having you pull on his ear and drag him away to a secluded area to hear you yell at him â he thinks you sound so sexy and look so hot
Bf!Sukuna who isn't above doing extreme pda when he sees someone staring at your ass
Bf!Sukuna who whines about going to work, claiming it's boring, but in reality: he just doesn't want to leave you â or vice versa: he doesn't want you to leave for work
Bf!Sukuna who swears up and down he doesn't want kids and hates children, but when he sees you taking care of his little brother Yuuji, he finds himself doing a mental 180°
Bf!Sukuna who goes into a trance staring at your ass
Bf!Sukuna who has no purpose for an Instagram account: you forced him to make one â he never posts on there, but when does, it's only pictures of you and occasionally him and you
Bf!Sukuna who has a drum set in your guys' shared apartment, but refuses to play it for anyone but you, and even then, he only plays to annoy you or wake you up from your nap
Bf!Sukuna who permanently quit smoking when he saw you plugging your nose near him
Bf!Sukuna who enjoys chasing you around the apartment, sometimes with a knife in hand just to make you extra scared
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#sukuna x reader#ryomen x reader#sukuna x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#sukuna fluff#sukuna headcanons#em writes ËËË
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"I'm Taking That As A Yes, Princess"
PAIRINGS: Ghostface!FratPresident!James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader
WARNINGS: Getting alcohol spilt on you, fingering, a bit angsty? (if you squint), semi-bathroom sex, swering, unprotected sex (darlings, please wrap your man's pig in a blanket), p in v, mentions of cum, handjob, a slight hint of a blowjob and slight fluff? (If I have missed anything, please feel free to let me know đ)
WORD COUNT: 2,922
*not proof-read*
ENJOY!
Walking into the house, you were immediately surrounded by sweaty, sticky bodies. You grimaced at the overwhelming feeling and tried to find a space where you could catch your breath. The kitchen was relatively empty, except for a couple making out on the counter. You decided to mind your own business, reaching into the fridge and navigating past cans and bottles of beer to grab a water bottle hidden at the back.
You twisted the cap off and took a long sip. Everyone was dressed up differently, which made senseâit was Halloween. Instead of babysitting your little cousins, youâd faked being sick to your parents, dressed up, and come to the Alpha Phi house. This wasnât like you at all. The top student in your class, the teacherâs pet, the early-assignment submitter, the girl who became a TA in her junior yearâyou were the âgood girl.â
So why were you here? Because youâd overheard some girls talking about the infamous Halloween party that the Alpha Phi guys threw every year. And you werenât the type who usually went to parties. So why this one? Because youâd heard that Steve Rogers was going to show up, and you had a little crush on the star player of the varsity ice hockey team. Youâd been trying to muster the courage to talk to him ever since you sat next to him in a lab in your first year. That was two years ago, and youâd been harbouring feelings for him ever since.
Your heart did a little flip every time he smiled at you when you passed him in the halls. Finishing your water, you threw the bottle in the recycling bin and tugged your tutu down to avoid a wedgie. The ballerina costume was a last-minute, twenty-dollar buy, but you were happy with itâthe corseted top accentuated your chest, and though the sheer tights were a bit snug, it didnât bother you too much.
You were making your way through the crowd and spotted a tuft of blond hair. Your heart flipped again. This was it, the perfect moment. You were going to ask Steve if he wanted to go out sometime. He was tipsy enough to say yes, and if he said no, heâd be too focused on his hangover tomorrow to remember your question. You took a deep breath and started toward him.
Then you saw them. Youâd thought the rumours werenât true, that they couldnât be real. But the sight of Steve Rogers making out with Peggy Carter would be forever etched in your mind, because the pain in your heart was unbearable. You stood frozen, your heart thudding in your chest as you watched Steve's hands roam over Peggyâs body. You clenched your jaw and sniffled, rooted to the spot.
You only snapped out of it when someone spilled their drink on you. âDamn, sorry, gorgeous,â a guy dressed as Fred from Scooby-Doo winked at you drunkenly before chuckling and moving away. You shook your head, trying to clean the alcohol off your costume.
âHey, buddy. I think you owe the girl a real apology,â another voice piped up. You looked up to see a towering figure dressed as Ghostface, holding Fred by the shoulder. âNow, say youâre sorryâlike you really mean it, and none of that half-assed stuff because youâre shitfaced,â Ghostface ordered, crossing his arms. Fred straightened up, looked you in the eye, and apologized sincerely. Ghostface nodded approvingly and sent him away.
Before you realized it, Ghostface had moved closer to you. You turned to see him looking you over, his mask bobbing as if inspecting your costume. He clicked his tongue and put a hand on the small of your back. âCâmon, letâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â
You both walked upstairs, where the sounds of the party gradually faded, and you were grateful for the quiet. You hesitated when he opened a door and gestured for you to go in.
For the first time that night, you spoke up. âUm, Iâm sorry, but I donât even know who you are.â
The chuckle that followed freaked you out a little, but then he reached up to remove the mask.
James. Freaking. Barnes.
You tried your best to mask your surprise, but you were sure he saw it, because the corners of his lips lifted into a smirk.
James âBuckyâ Barnesâthe captain of the varsity ice hockey team, a good student, a charmer, the president of Alpha Phi, and most importantly, the best friend of Steve Rogers.
Youâve met James a few times here and there. During some of the varsity games. And passed him in the dorms sometimes. He never caused you any trouble. He even offered to help you move-in in your second year when he clearly saw you struggle push your luggage up the stairs.
You were just acquaintances.
You swallowed and timidly walked into the pristine room, surprised by its immaculate condition. âI certainly didnât expect a frat president to have such a clean room,â you muttered, hearing James laugh at your comment as he closed the door.
âWell, I donât work well in a messy environment,â he shrugged and walked closer, his gaze trailing over your corset. You backed up slightly at the intensity of his approach, making him huff a laugh. âI donât bite, princess,â he said, his fingers grazing the edge of your corset.
He gently guided you to the adjoining bathroom. âIâll have to wash it out a bit. So, if you donât mind getting your tutu a little damp, princessâŠ,â he led, waiting for your response. You shook your head, signalling it was fine. He nodded toward the counter, and you hopped onto it.
He wetted a towel and began dabbing it on your clothes. âSo, whatâs a timid thing like you doing at a fraternity party?â he whispered, his focus on cleaning up the stain. You glanced at his concentrated face before looking away. âWhat? Canât a girl come to a party?â you replied, defensively, for some reason.
James chuckled, âOh, a girl can come to a party. But you, youâre not that type of girl, princess.â You raised an eyebrow at him, puzzled by his statement. âI mean, you never come to parties in general. So why the sudden appearance?â He sighed and caged you between his arms.
You tensed, starting to stammer. âWell, I wanted to see someone,â you shrugged, looking down at your hands.
âYeah?â James asked, his gaze piercing. âWho was the special guy?â
You looked up at him through your lashes, then quickly looked away. He used two fingers to tilt your face toward him. âEyes on me, princess,â he said softly.
âSteve. I came to ask Steve outâŠ,â you admitted, spilling your secret.
James looked at you with you look, you couldnât decipher what it was. But you didnât know what to feel about it. He looked into your eyes for so long, you started to tear up due to the lack of blinking.
âSteveâŠ,â he dragged it, and it made you wonder why. But you didnât question it.
He continued to dab the wet cloth to your clothes. âYou didnât have to do that you know⊠The, um, asking the guy to apologize to me,â you broke the silence, because you couldnât take the stuffy air that was in between the both of you.
James shook his head and chuckled as he dabbed on your neckline. âIf I didnât my Ma would scold my ear off if she knew. And, besides, a pretty girl needs to be treated right.â
Youâre breathing stops at that, and you looked up at him with a confused look. He smirked at your expression, âwhat?â You shook you head and asked him, âyou think Iâm pretty?â
James scoffed and nodded, âI would have to be blind if I didnât think your stunning, princess.â
You didnât realise but your lips and Jamesâ were a hair breadths away. âJamesâŠ,â you tried to start but James beat you to it, âBucky, princess. Call me Bucky.â
You gulped and nodded.
âBucky.â
He groaned at they way his named sounded on your tongue. âPrincess, your killinâ me here,â he whispered more to himself than at you. His knuckles gripped onto the counter tight. âPleaseâŠ,â he muttered.
âPardon?â you didnât catch what he said.
âPlease let me kiss you.â
You froze, you didnât know what to do.
You always thought Bucky was hot. Hotter than Steve, but you never had any classes with him to fully judge him. You were a hundred percent sure that if Bucky was your lab partner instead of Steve, youâd totally be crushing on Bucky instead.
And if that were the case, youâd be nodding your head like a mad man. Steve was taken, you were still recovering from that. Bucky, apparently, liked you. Liked you more than you thought he did.
You saw the way his gaze flickered from your eyes to you lips and back to your eyes. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, and saw his pupils dilate at the movement.
âI-,â you started but your thoughts were washed away when you saw Bucky lick his lips too. You heart thuds in your chest as you feel like the whole world is dark and the spotlight is just on you with the way Bucky looks like you. Thereâs a small part of you that wanted to feel how his lips would feel against you.
So, you nodded.
Before you knew it, Bucky was standing between your legs and gripping your hips. He then pulled you close and smashed his lips on yours. You took a second to understand what was going on, but when your conscious did come back to you cupped his face and kissed him back.
He licked at your bottom lip asking your permission to open up your mouth and you allowed it immediately. Soon your tongues were dancing together, yours was meek and shy letting Bucky do all the taking over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and whimpers against his mouth, which just made him groan against you.
He moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw, then to your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access, and the more you let him the more your whimpers turn to moans.
He moves his hands all over your body, âthis okay, princess?â He whispered against your skin, and you nodded fervently and grasped at his black cloak. You felt him palm at your chest, and you sighed and whispered a, âmore, Bucky, please.â He nodded against your skin and moved his hands up your thighs and squeezes the flesh of your thighs.
You felt the heat pool between your things and squeezed them together. Bucky smirked and pushed them away, ânuh uh, none oâ that.â He got closer to you, and you wrapped your legs around his hips and chuckled. His hands moved to your inner thighs, and you gasped out, the wetness pooling more into your underwear.
You felt his knuckles brushed against your core and you whimpered and dropped your head against his shoulder. âPlease, Bucky,â you muttered against his costume. Without any other word he ripped your tights at the centre and felt the wet path of white cotton.
âOh princess, so wet fâme already?â Bucky snickered and you nodded at his question. Â He rubbed his knuckles against your cuntâs lips and pressed his fingers harder when he heard your soft mewl. âYou like it donât you, princess?â To which you nodded again and whispered his name breathlessly.
He pushed your underwear aside and sunk his thick fingers in, and you whined at the intrusion. The sweet stretch felt better than your own meek fingers and soon Bucky was pumping his fingers in and out making your legs shake. âIâm not even rubbing your clit, princess. Your legs are already shaking,â he whispered roughly against your ear. Â
His thumb started to rub at your clit and thatâs when you lost your mind. You mewled and moaned his name as his fingers were rubbing that deep spot in you and his thumb playing with your button has you becoming a wailing mess. He bends down and started to attack your neck. âFuck, Bucky. Please,â you cried out as you feel your impending orgasm start to build at your core.
Bucky roughly rubbed at your clit and within seconds your gushed around his fingers. You sighed and untensed your shoulders. Bucky brought his fingers to his mouth, closed his eyes and licked them clean. You whimpered at the sight.
You both leaned in and captured the other in a deep kiss, Bucky picked you up like you weighed nothing and exited the bathroom and walked until he placed you down on his bed.
He pulled the Ghostface mask down and leaned to tower over you. You bit your lip, and he chuckled, âdidnât know princess was a bit freaky, hmm?â He unbuckled his belt under the cloak, and you took off your tutu and tossed it somewhere in his room.
When he managed to get his cock out of his pants, your eyes widened as the sheer size of him and then looked at him to see the small smirk that was painted on his lips. âSomething wrong, princess?â You gulped and said, âitâs not gonna fit.â
Bucky chuckled and leaned over you once more and whispered into your ear, âweâll make it fit, princess.â The tone he used made you shiver, and you gripped onto his shoulders and readied yourself. Bucky ran his shaft up and down youâre sit and you whined desperately.
âBucky, please. I need you,â you squeezed your eyes shut and threw your head back. He tapped your cheek with two fingers and said, âeyes on me, princess.â And with that Bucky slowly pushed inside you. The stretch was so deliciously sweet and painful it made you lose your mind. You both gasped at the feeling of him moving further into you.
âFuck, princess. Youâre so tight,â he grits out as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of you. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your nails raked down his back and he let out a deep moan which made goosebumps raise on your skin.
The sound of skin slapping on skin wasnâtâ as loud as your wails of Buckyâs name and moans. When the tip of him tapped against that spot in you, your eyes rolled to the back of your mind and you squealed, âBucky right there, oh! Right there!â
Bucky grabbed a hold of the headboard and thrusted harder into you, aiming at that same spot and you felt tears run down the side of face in pleasure. âFuck, princess. Gripping me like a vice,â he purses his lips as he knocked his hips against yours.
You felt the sheer length of him move in and out of you, your walls embraced him like he was meant to be there in the first place. âAttagirl. Take what I give you, yeah?â He huffed against your ear. The coarse patch of pubic hair that rested at the bottom of his happy trail, rubbed against your clit giving your that nice friction and it made you whine even more.
He pressed a hand against your abdomen and pressed down harder and it made the feeling even better. He saw how you reacted and pressed down harder, and you arched your back at the feeling. With that you felt the climax in you start to rise, âBucky, Iâm so close.â You whimpered as you watched the man wearing the Ghostface mask rut into you expertly.
He threw your legs over his shoulders and rutted into your harder, the band at your core bends and bends until it finally snapped and soon you were coming around Buckyâs cock.
Bucky groaned deeply at you squeezing him tightly, he pulled out and you whined at the loss of the feeling. He was fisting his length at the sight of you post orgasmic bliss and it looked so hot from your perspective. You quickly got on your knees and replaced Buckyâs hand with yours. âFucking hell, princess,â he ran a hand through your hair and bunched it up at the back of your head. âThatâs it, making me feel so good,â he sighed and threw his head back.
He groaned when you parted your lips, the mushroom head of his member inches away from your mouth. He tipped his head back, âfuck Iâm so close.â And soon you felt his warm spent spill down your throat. Bucky moaned at the sight, and his chest reverberated deeply when he saw you swallow.
He pushed you down to lay on your back again and he then he laid next to you. You reached up and took of his Ghostface mask so you can his face. âThat desperate to see my face? Hmm?â He smirked at your action. You shook your head and chuckled shyly, âmaybe.â
Bucky reached up and caressed your face. âYou know youâre really pretty right, princess?â You blushed at his comment, âbuy me dinner first, Barnes.â Bucky chuckled and then nodded, âare you free this weekend?â
You froze, âyou canât be serious.â
âWell, I kinda am.â
âYou are a piece of work James Barnes,â
âShould I take that as a, yes?â
You chuckled and shook your head; you gave him a soft smile.
âIâm taking that as a yes, princess.â
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A fic posted during the midst of exam period?!
I would like to thank @buck-star for helping me with coming up with this idea!
This took a while and it's ALOT, but late night productivity hit me like a freight train haha.
I've one more exam in the next week and I'll be done!
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ââââââjeonghan + anonymous sex
â where you discover that behind the scary mask, who's eating you out, is your professor, mr. yoon.
WARNINGS: +18, smut, oral, halloween party setting, penetrative sex, oral [f. rec], dirty talk, edging, taboo, fingering.
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halloween at uni was always a wild timeâlike, the one night when everyone just let loose and acted like idiots without any shame. it was a free pass to look either insanely sexy or terrifying as hell, and youâd seen both ends of that spectrum in past years. mostly, you loved it âcause it was kinda like a game of guess-who after the party, everyone spending the week after trying to figure out who was who under those masks. and thatâs why the costumes just got more and more wild. anonymity? sign you up.
you and jewie, your ride-or-die dormmate, had done the whole horror bit every year, rocking the most messed up, bloodied-up outfits you could think of. but this year you both decided to go full-on sexy for once. jewie was rocking this short-ass witch outfit, all black and lace and pointy hat, and youâwell, you were killing it (pun intended) in your killer bunny getup. thigh-high lacy white socks that clung to your skin, corset cinching you in, and this creepy-ass bunny mask that made you look both cute and dangerous. not to mention, the whole mask thing meant anything could go down and nobody would know.
âyo, you really gonna leave a note in his locker?â jewie whispered, eyes sparkling as the two of you snuck into the staff wing, the sound of your heels echoing off the empty halls.
âhell yeah, iâve been crushing on prof yoon since he walked into his first lecture looking like a whole-ass snack,â you hissed back, your heart racing.
she let out a cackle, almost too loud. âheâs gonna die when he sees it. also, maybe don't bend over like that unless you want your ass out for the world to see.â
you shot her a look over your shoulder, half squinting through your mask. âfuck you, iâm not gonna walk like iâve got a stick up my ass.â
âbabe, thatâs your job,â she teased, slapping your ass as you fumbled with the lock on the door. she was always like thatâpushy, teasing, but down for whatever dumb thing you suggested, no questions asked.
finally, you managed to crack open the door to prof yoonâs locker, and the nervous excitement flared up all over again. âiâm doinâ it,â you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you slid the note into his stuff. just a stupid little flirty note. something anonymous and mysterious. if he recognized your handwriting? well, oops. thatâs a future problem.
jewie watched, leaning against the doorframe, eyes flicking between you and the locker. âif he likes it, we might need to sneak you back in here to leave more. like a killer bunny pen pal situation.â
you laughed under your breath, shaking your head. âheâs not that dumb, but if he was, iâd consider it.â
you straightened up, adjusting your mask before looking back at jewie. the whole night felt like some weird fever dreamâmaybe it was the booze from earlier or just the high of running around campus dressed like this, but you felt unstoppable.
âokay, letâs get outta here before we get caught,â jewie said, pushing herself off the wall. âi swear if we see anyone, iâm pretending i donât know you.â
âbitch, please, youâd totally rat me out,â you shot back, nudging her as the two of you slipped out of the staff room, adrenaline still pumping.
you took a long sip from your pouch, the cheap booze hitting just right as you swayed along with jewie to the beat. then, mid-spin, you spotted somethingâor rather, someoneâthat made you freeze in place, your lips still wrapped around the straw.
âi canât fucking believe it,â you muttered, pulling the straw out and sulking like a kid who just had their candy stolen.
jewie gave you a sideways glance, eyebrows raised. âwhatâs got your panties in a twist now?â
you nodded toward the door, where another killer bunny had just strutted in, looking way too damn good for your liking. âlook at that,â you said, gesturing with your drink. âbunny? okay, fine. but killer too? are you shitting me? whatâre the odds?â
you huffed, feeling your vibe slightly killed by the sight of the other guy wearing basically the same damn thing as youâexcept he had this slutty, fitted black suit, and his mask was just as creepy as yours, that luscious black hair peeking out from behind it.
âwow,â jewie scoffed, following your gaze. âyouâre really pressed about another killer bunny? seriously? it's halloween, dude, chill. everyoneâs doubling up.â
âeasy for you to say,â you muttered, still eyeing the guy. âyou're not the only slutty witch in the room.â
she rolled her eyes, snorting. âuh, excuse me? i've seen, like, five other witches tonight, and one of them even had a broomâa broom, y/n. i just accepted it. itâs halloween.â
it was halloween, and sure, half the campus was probably dressed as witches, zombies, or sexy cops. but still, the nerve of this guy, strutting in like he invented the killer bunny look.
âand, you know what? my panties are in a twist, actually,â you shot back, glaring at jewie, who just gave you an unimpressed look. âlike, literal twist. feels like theyâre strangling me.â
she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. âoh my god, youâre such a mess. thereâs a whole locker room situation going on if you wanna fix it. no oneâs gonna be in there anyway..â
âthe locker room?â you hummed, considering it for a second. âyeah, might as well. better than walking around with my ass in knots.â
you slipped away from the party, the beat of the music fading as you made your way down the empty hallway, heels clacking against the floor. it was eerily quiet outside the main campus area, the darkness swallowing up the noise from the party like you were walking into another world. halfway there, though, you swore you heard something. footsteps, maybe? you glanced back over your shoulder, but the hallway was just as empty as before. shrugging it off, you kept walking.
then againâfootsteps.
you whipped around, heart starting to race a bit. nothing. nobody. great, you thought. either youâre paranoid or some dude in a clown costumeâs gonna jump out at you any second.
you sped up, practically rushing into the locker room, slamming the door behind you like that would keep the creepy vibes out. with a sigh, you lifted your skirt and fixed the tangled mess of fabric underneath. âgoddamn,â you muttered, whistling in relief as the tension eased up. âfinally.â
you made your way to the mirror, fluffing up your hair, adjusting your bunny ears, trying to look like you hadnât just freaked yourself out. but then you heard it againâfootsteps. this time, not so distant. real close.
before you could even react, the door creaked open, and there he was. the other killer bunny. strolling in like he owned the place, chill as could be, like it wasnât the feminine locker room heâd just waltzed into.
âyouâve gotta be kidding me,â you muttered under your breath, shooting him a glare through the mirror. âstole my idea and my spot?â
he snorted, leaning against the sink with his back turned to the mirror, eyes just fixed forward, hands shoved casually in his pockets. âstole your idea? babe, iâve been rockinâ this for ages.â
âyou saw it from me!â you shot back, turning around to face him, pointing at him accusingly. âi should sue for copyright or some shit.â
he let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly like he was amused by your little outburst. âyou can have the bunny part. iâll keep the killer part.â
âreal original,â you scoffed, turning back to the mirror, fixing a stray curl in your hair. âand whatâre you even doing in the locker room? you lost or just stupid?â
âneither,â he said simply, his voice way too smug for someone who looked like he just broke into the wrong locker room. âit was either this, or i piss in a bush somewhere. decided to be classy tonight.â
you rolled your eyes but couldnât help the slight smirk pulling at your lips. âyeah, real classy, creeping around the womenâs locker room.â
he leaned closer, still not turning to look in the mirror. âwho says iâm creeping? maybe you just walked into my locker room.â
âoh, so now itâs your locker room too? boy, youâre bold.â
âwhat can i say? bunny privileges,â he said, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world.
you shook your head, turning to look at him fully now, sizing him up. he was tall, broad, the slutty suit clinging to him just right, his posture relaxed like he didnât have a care in the world. and that hair, black and messy behind his maskâwell, youâd give him one thing. he wore the costume well. too well.
âyou know,â you said, leaning back against the sink next to him, crossing your arms. âif youâre tryna intimidate me, itâs not working. youâre just another bunny.â
he chuckled again, that low, almost lazy sound that somehow made your skin tingle. âmaybe iâm not tryna intimidate you. maybe iâm just waiting for you to admit i look better.â
you scoffed, pushing off the sink and standing up straight, close enough now that you could smell the faint cologne clinging to him. it was⊠annoyingly nice. âplease, i wouldnât give you that satisfaction even if you paid me.â
âweâll... see about that?â he murmured, finally turning to face you, his body looming over yours. his mask obscured most of his face, but his eyes locked onto yours, like he could see right through the sass.
and there it was. that thing on your lower stomach that snuck up on you out of nowhere. âyou really think you can handle me, bunny?â you teased.
he didnât flinch. his lips twitched into a grin under the mask.
âhandle you?â he echoed, his voice dropping an octave. âbaby, iâm just getting started.â
you raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a little closer, testing him, seeing how far you could push. âthen show me what you got.â
his hand was on you in a second, pulling you toward him with a firm grip on your waist, his breath hot through the mask. and suddenly, the empty locker room didnât feel so empty anymore. his other hand slid down, grazing your thigh before hiking your skirt up. âyou sure you wanna play this game?â he cooed, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
you let out a breathy laugh, your hands fisting into the fabric of his suit. âyou started it.â
âyeah?â his grip tightened, pulling you flush against him, your bodies fitting together too perfectly. âthen let me finish it.â
he leaned in for the kiss, but both of you realized, almost at the same time, that the stupid mask was in the way. your lips collided with the hard plastic, and for a second, it was awkward as hellâuntil you both burst into laughter. âyeah, thatâs not gonna work,â you muttered, shaking your head.
âguess weâll just have to improvise,â he murmured back, and before you knew it, he had spun you around, pressing your hips firmly against the cold sink. the chill of the ceramic made you gasp, but it was nothing compared to the way his fingers slid under the elastic of your garter, pulling it away from your skin before letting it snap back on ur skin.
âfuck,â you hissed, as the sting amde your pussy drool. he was watching you through that damn mask, his fingers traced the hem of your skirt before he flipped it over your lower back, exposing the white lacy set youâd chosen to match the whole killer bunny thing.
âfuckinâ cute,â he growled as he took in the sight of your barely-there panties and thigh-highs. âyou really wore this for halloween? shitâs a fuckinâ joke,â
the degradation in his tone made your cheeks burn, you bit down on your lip, trying to keep your composure, he noticed everything.
âwhatâs the matter?â he asked, mock concern as his hands skimmed over your thighs, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp again. âyou like being called cute while i fuck you up?â
you didnât even have time to respond before his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down painfully slow, the lace barely clinging to your hips before he let them drop to your ankles. you kicked them off instinctively, your breath hitching when you saw him bend down slightly, he picked them up off the floor, turning the flimsy lace in his fingers for a second before shoving them deep into his pocket.
âgonna keep these,â he muttered, half to himself, half to you. standing up straight again. his hands, slid up your legs, spreading them just a bit more. the rough pads of his fingers brushed against the inside of your thighs, teasing you, waiting for you to beg, or break.
and god, you were close to breaking already.
one hand held your waist firmly in place, pressing you harder against the sink, while the other slipped between your legs, his fingers sliding against your wetness with an agonizing slowness.
âoh.. all soaked already?â he muttered, like he knew exactly how ruined you were just from his touch. âand we havenât even started. youâve been thinking about this? about me bending you over, fingers deep in this pretty little pussy?â
you couldnât help the whimper that escaped you as his middle and ring fingers dipped inside, your pussy swallow him immediately, even when the skin burns a little with the stretch. his long fingers immediately finding that sweet, squishy spot, for a moment, resting the fingers there.
he kept the pads of his fingers facing down, rubbing slow, tight circles against that sensitive spot, making you clench around him. you've never been stimulated like this, it looked so different and knowing for a college boy. the sensation was enough to make your knees weak, but his grip on your hips kept you steady, held in place as he worked you open.
he leaned down, the mask still in place, but you could feel the heat of him behind you. âyou hear that? hear how fucking wet you are? all for me, huh?â
you did, in fact, it echoed in the empty locker room, as you try to be quiet. but you moaned in response, your head falling forward, resting on your arms as you tried to catch your breath. every stroke of his fingers had your pussy tightening, thighs shaking, and you were half-sure youâd collapse if it werenât for the him keeping you upright.
his other hand moving up your back just enough so he could press his lips against your bare shoulder. you felt him lift the mask just slightly, and then his mouth was on you, kissing, biting, his teeth grazing your skin in a manner that had you arching into him.
âfuck, you taste so good,â he muttered. âso sweet. but i bet you taste even better down here.â
you groaned in frustration when you realized he was still wearing that damn mask, completely blocking the possibility of him going down on you. he noticed the way you moaned extra loud, probably because youâd been imagining itâhis mouth between your legs, tasting how worked up you were.
he cooed, amused by your reaction, shaking his head like you were some kind of innocent mess. âfuck baby, iâd love to, but this mask is getting in the way. you know that.â his voice was so casual, like it wasnât a big deal at all, like it wasnât torture for you. and god, that whimper that left your throat? pathetic. even you knew it. you rolled your hips on his fingers, desperate for something, anything to replace what you couldnât have right now. the wet, slick sound of his fingers working into you echoed around the room, filling the space with a vulgar kind of music that had him biting his lip, watching you fall apart over nothing.
âoh, you really want it bad, huh?â he laughed, and you whined again, the sound so embarrassingly needy that it shouldâve made you blush. but instead, it only made you more desperate. his teasing was too much.
âfuck,â you muttered, half-begging, and he pulled back a bit, thinking for a second before a playful smirk took over his lips.
âletâs play a game then,â he offered, your brows furrowed in confusion, but the second he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, you felt your whole body heat up in response. âwe take the masks off. but,â he paused, his fingers still torturing you, making your hips twitch every time he pressed just right. âwe keep our eyes closed. iâll eat you out, iâll do anything you want, but no peeking.â
you hummed at the idea, already thinking of how good it would feel to have him without the barrier of those stupid masks. but before you could even respond, he tilted his head, adding with a teasing lilt, âbut first... i gotta fuck you. because youâre so fucking tight, so fucking pretty squirming around my fingers like this.â his voice softened into something almost sweet, like he was praising you, and the way he cooed when you shyly squirmed against his hand, embarrassed by his words, had your body tightening in response. âsuch a good girl for me, arenât you?â
you were nodding before you even realized, the words barely out of your mouth before you agreed to it. the mask was yanked off, tossed to the side, and you felt him pull away slightly. you didnât dare look back at him, thoughâyou kept your promise, eyes shut tight, chest rising and falling rapidly.
you felt him shift behind you, the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants filling the locker room with a sharp, exciting edge. his fingers left you with a wet pop, and the sound made you shiver. god, you could still hear itâhow soaked you were, how turned on heâd made you. your body reacted to the absence of his touch with a small gasp, but the moment you felt his warm breath near your ear again, your nerves melted away.
âdonât open your eyes,â he warned in that same serious tone, even though you could practically hear the smile on his face. you nodded, swallowing hard, trying to keep still. his fingers returned, now gripping your hips firmly, and you couldnât help but arch into him, needing more.
âgood girl,â he murmured, guiding you to bend further over the sink. your chest pressed against the cold surface, your eyes squeezed shut, but you could feel everything. you were painfully aware of how exposed you were to him, the skirt flipped up, your wetness on full display.
the blunt head of his cock nudged at your entrance, slick and heavy, and you braced yourself, but he didnât push in. instead, he slid it up, dragging it along your folds, teasing your clit and the leaking hole. the sensation had your toes curling, and you couldnât stop yourself from asking, âyou just gonna rub it?â
he chuckled darkly, pressing the tip against your entrance again but not entering. âthought iâd take my time, make you beg a little more.â
you groaned, squirming under him, your hips moving on their own as you chased the penetration. you could feel him smiling behind you, still teasing, but his hand was firm on your hips, holding you steady as he slowly dragged his cock up and down, brushing against your clit every time. it was maddening, the way he was holding back, making you wait, making you ache for him.
âyou want it that bad, hm?â he asked, and before you could even answer, he pushed in, sliding into you with a slick, deep thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs as you watch pitch black. âfuck, there it is.â
you moaned, the sudden fullness overwhelming, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink as he held you in place, his cock buried deep inside. he didnât move at first, just let you adjust to the stretch, but his hands were still movingâone sliding up your back, the other gripping your ass, squeezing hard as he groaned low in his throat.
âah!âdon' squeeze me like that,â he muttered, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips grinding into yours rolling the dick in and out of you. âtaking me so well... pretty pussy devouring my cock.â
you whimpered at his praise, your body trembling with every slow stroke. he wasnât holding back anymore, his pace picking up, his hand slipped down between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing light, quick circles that had you moaning loudly.
the thing was;
his eyes had been wide open the whole time.
he was practically glowing with the fact that you hadnât recognized him at all. he knew it was you from the second you stepped into the party, making him choke on his own spit, all dressed up in that killer bunny costume, and it made him feel like he was holding onto the biggest secret ever. you had no idea who you were fucking, and that made everything ten times hotter.
as you leaned over the sink, he got a perfect view of your face blushing beneath your expertly done makeup, all those little details youâd spent hours perfecting. the way the light caught the shimmer on your cheeks, the dark eyeliner framing your eyes just rightâit was beautiful. even though you planned on hiding your face with that mask for the entire night.
he pretended to keep his eyes closed, even though he could barely contain his excitement. âi hope you don't open your eyes hm? you wouldn't want to lose me eating you out, right?â heâd said with a smirk, watching as you nodded obediently. you were so good at thisâeverything about you, from the way you shifted on the sink to the way you were biting your lip in need, made him ache to see your true reaction when you finally figured it out.
he could feel your nervous energy as you followed his lead, trusting him completely. it was almost comical how easy it was to manipulate the situation, how horny you were, and he couldnât help but chuckle quietly to himself.
âyouâve got no idea how fucking cute you moan,â he murmured, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he continued to thrust into you. the way you squirmed made him even harder, and he could feel his own arousal rising at the thought of keeping this secret just a little longer.
âshut up,â you whined, clearly flustered by his words, and he couldnât help but laugh softly. god, you were adorable. he kept it playful, teasing you even more as he leaned down to press his lips against your shoulder, kissing a line up your neck as he continued to roll his hips into you. âjust focus on how good you feel.â
every thrust sent a quiver through you, and he could feel you responding to him, getting wetter with every move. you were lost in it, and he was completely taken by the way your body reacted to his touch. he loved how your sounds filled the space, how you couldnât help but moan louder and louder as he picked up the pace, fucking you deeper.
âtell me how good it feels.â
âso good, you feel so goodâyour cockâs'big!â you breathed, and he reveled in the power he had over you. he could see the way your body squirmed beneath him, anguished for more, and it only pushed him to keep going.
âthatâs right, keep saying it,â he encouraged, his fingers curling around your waist, pulling you back against him as he hit that sweet spot inside you. âi want to hear everything, since i cant see it.â
he could feel you tightening around him, your that sweet release pulsing, and just when you were about to hit that peak, he pulled out, leaving you gasping âwhat the fuck?!â you cried, your voice high-pitched with desperation, eyes still closed. he couldnât help but chuckle at your frustration, knowing just how good you felt, but wanting to keep you on that brink a little longer.
âpatience, bunny,â he teased, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. âyouâll get what you want.â
with that, he pushed back into you, driving deep and hard, and the sound of your moan filled the locker room. âyes! please!â you begged, fingers digging into the sink as you rocked back against him.
but again, right when you were so close, he slipped out. âno, no, donât do that!â you whined, the desperation in your voice making him grin. âi was so close!â
âi wonât let you cum on my cock,â he said, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he watched your expression crumble. your face fell against your arms in defeat, sulking like a petulant child. âwhy?â you whined, the sulk evident in your voice, and he couldnât help but scoff at how adorable you looked, all flustered and desperate.
just then, his hand tangled in your hair, tugging enough to make you almost open your eyes. the sudden pressure made a strangled moan escape your throat, and he loved it.
he slowly turned you around, guiding you to sit on the cold sink. you cursed under your breath, your legs instinctively spreading wide as you positioned yourself for him.
âthis is so unfair, i cant see you...â you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you thought about how you couldnât see what he was doing. you could hear the sound of your breath quickening as he dropped to his knees in front of you, the idea of him between your legs making you almost cum on spot.
âyou donât need to see it, babe,â he said, all sultry. fuck you needed to know who he was, and with that, you could feel him get closer, his breath hot against your pussy, making you squirm.
âyouâre such an ass for doing this to me,â you groaned, but deep down, you were practically begging for it, and you knew it. he laughed softly, the sound thundering in his chest as he spread your legs wider, giving himself a perfect view of your pussy, the folds puffy, and flushed, dripping beautifully.
a sudden creak from somewhere down the hallway snapped you out of the fog of pleasure, and, instinctively, you opened your eyes. it took a second to adjust, to blink away the haze clouding your vision, but then you looked downâstraight at him.
andâ
mr. yoon?
âshh,â he whispered, a finger pressed to his own lips, a hint of a smirk twitching as he maintained eye contact with you, even as his head dipped between your legs. you wanted to pull back, to process that your professor was there, settled on his knees in front of you in a locked room, but his mouth had already found your clit.
âoh my god,â you moan, in disbelief, in pure ecstasy. he starts sucking your clit with so hard that makes you dizzy, and your back arches instinctively, the sensations overwhelming. your mind races, but the sight of himâmr. yoon, your strict, no-nonsense professorâeating you out is enough to push you right back over the edge.
you bite your lip to stifle your cries, but itâs no use. the combination of the taboo and the sucking sends you spiraling into the orgasm, and you can feel yourself clenching around his tongue as you cum in his mouth, a whimper escaping your lips.
âholyââ you breathe, panting as he pulls away, licking his lips like heâs savoring the taste of you.
he raises up to kiss you, but you back away instinctively, the shock paralyzing you.
âwait, you didnât like that it was⊠me?â he asks, worry flashing across his eyes.
your mind is racing. so he was the one fucking you? after the letterâoh my god. âi⊠i didnât know it was you!â you manage to stammer.
he licks his cum-covered lips, that sly grin still in place. he steps back slightly, still unsure of what to say. âso⊠you liked it, then?â
âwell, yeah, butââ you start, but the words fail you. how do you even explain this? how do you tell your professor that he just made you come like that, and it was one of the best experiences of your life?
you catch his gaze, and for the first time, thereâs a flicker of worry in mr. yoonâs eyes. he's probably already imagining that expulsion letter or the scandal thatâd blow up his career.
ârelax,â you murmur, smirking as he watches you. âiâm not about to go blabbing to the dean or anything.â he quirks a skeptical brow, clearly not convinced yet, and you give him a playful shrug. âbut only if⊠you get on your knees again and show me just how much you wanna keep me quiet.â
the corner of his mouth lifts. âoh, is that right?â he murmurs, and before you know it, heâs stepping forward, hands sliding around your waist as he leans down, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
âguess iâll have to make sure youâre too busy to even think about talking,â he whispers.
[...]
monday rolls around, and itâs like the entire campus is still buzzing about the halloween party. people are dissecting every detail, trying to figure out who was behind which mask. youâre sitting at your desk, pretending to read the same damn paragraph for the fifth time, but letâs be realâthereâs only one thing on your mind: mr. yoonâs dick.
jeonghanâs up at the front, leaning against his desk, teaching as if nothing happened, and you can barely keep a straight face. every time you glance up, you canât help but picture the way he looked at you, the feel of his hands, his mouth⊠yeah, not the kind of thoughts you should be having in the middle of class.
the bell finally rings, snapping you out of it as everyone starts packing up. your friend pauses by the door, waiting, but just as youâre about to leave, mr. yoon clears his throat.
ây/n,â he says, thereâs that hint of something under it, something only you would catch. âstay a moment, would you?â
you wave your friend off, muttering something about catching up later. she glances between the two of you and, of course, shoots you a knowing smile before shutting the door on her way out. itâs just you and jeonghan now, the room empty and quiet, his gaze pinned on you.
he raises an eyebrow, and his eyes flick towards the closed door. âshould i be worried about that smile she gave you?â he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
you blink, caught off guard. âno! no one knows about⊠us,â you insist, a bit too quickly.
he scoffs, giving you this look like heâs amused but skeptical. âoh, i know that,â he says smoothly, but then he taps his finger on his desk. âbut she definitely knows⊠about this.â
with a dramatic flourish, he slides open a drawer and pulls out the letter. your stomach drops as he lays it out on his desk for you to see, the unmistakable swoop of your handwriting there in all its glory, complete with little heart and butterfly stickers surrounding a mortifyingly filthy sentence.
âwanna feel your cock hitting the deepest part of my pussy until i canât even remember my name.â
you freeze, face heating up instantly. oh, god. did you really write that?
he chuckles softly, watching you squirm as you avoid his gaze, suddenly very interested in the stack of textbooks on his desk. you press your lips together, practically biting down to keep from making any sound, because your brain is malfunctioning.
âso,â he murmurs, âdid you really mean every word?â
#seventeen headcanons#seventeen imagines#seventeen reactions#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen#seventeen fluff#seventeen smut#svt imagines#svt smut#jeonghan smut#jeonghan#yoon jeonghan#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan fanfic#jeonghan x y/n#jeonghan x you#jeonghan fluff#yoon jeonghan x reader#yoon jeonghan smut#yoon jeonghan fluff#yoon jeonghan fanfic#yoon jeonghan x you#svt reactions#svt#svt x reader#svt fluff#seventeen fanfic#seventeen angst#seventeen au
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CONJUGAL VISIT w/jujutsu Kiasen
Description: in which an inmate of a prison or jail is permitted to spend several hours or days in private with a visitors
More: Fem!Reader, explicit content, unprotected sex, some d/s dynamics with Toji, American prison system? (idk if other countries allow this lol?)Â
⟠Ryomen SukunaÂ
He's been in solitary for so long that you start to think you'll never see him again. He finally fixes his attitude enough to come in contact with others and eventually gets some visitation rights. Get used to having sex with him here because the guards inform you he isn't leaving for a long time.
 âsâtoo much Kuna!â You whine into the flat pillow but your boyfriend Sukuna could care less and keeps pounding into you from behind.
âThink I care slut? Been away from this pussy for months now, shut up and take what I give you.â He grits out, pushing deeper into your back with one hand, fisting your hair with the other. Heâd be damned if you tell him what to do after all this time away. Do you know how spineless he had to act in order to get this visit, on his âbest behaviorâ, desperate to finally be able to sink in some cunt after being surrounded by irrelevant men and guards with their heads up their asses?
âFeels sâgood,â you moan when Sukuna hits your special spot. âIâm gonna cum!â
âThat fast slut, it hasn't even been ten minutesâ He chuckles, leaning down to bite your shoulder.
âMissed you, âKuna, c-cant cum âout you.â
âCanât do shit without me, bet you canât even function out there without me,â He groans in your hair, you don't understand half of what heâs saying you just nod mindlessly and slam your hips back on his cock.
âThen cum on my cock, whore.â
⟠Gojo SatoruÂ
He's on a mission that requires him to go to jail. The prison warden is in on it, but that doesn't mean your boyfriend doesn't want to experience the "real deal." He convinces the warden to allow him weekly fuck sessions because he says he can't complete the mission without them.
âi-Im gonna cum âToru!â you whine aloud, to far gone to be embarrassed that your boyfriend is fucking you on scratchy sheets in a bed that probably hasnât been thoroughly cleaned in years or the fact that multiple other girls have probably been in the same position youâre in with other inmates, on the same bed.
âSo tight love, haven't you been using your dildos in my absence?â he questions as he thrusts into your glistening cunt. Watching as you throw your head back, tears running down your cheeks.
âTheyâre too small âToru!â You wrap your legs around his hard ass trying to get him as deep as he can.
âAww, they can't make you cum as hard as I can, can they love?â he pouts against your swollen lips. You shake your head furiously, listening to the sounds your squelching cunt makes when he thrust back in, his balls slapping hard against your ass.
âThink i'll ask if I can get out early on good behavior. I can't leave my girl unsatisfied now.â He chuckles before diving his tongue into your mouth. Â
⟠Toji FushiguroÂ
Your mans got locked up again! This isn't the first time, nor will it be the last. You donât know how he convinces the guards to allow you to visit time and time again, but you won't complain. You always miss him when he's gone every few months. The guard just sighs when he sees youâre here for visitation again
âYou miss me, little girl?â he grins, sticking thick fingers in your already sopping cunt. âYou know I always miss you when youâre gone, daddy.â You gasp, your back hitting the cold concrete wall behind you when Toji curls into your g-spot.Â
âSo so bad.â you whine, grinding your aching clit on his hard stomach, legs tightening around his slim waist when you find the perfect spot.
âYou wanna cum little girl?â he asks while marking up your neck. He needs others to know youâre taken and if he can't be around you at the moment heâll make it known another way.
âYes Toji!â You scream.
âYes what?â He stops his fingers.
âYes daddy,â you whisper, moving your hips desperate to not lose the orgasm you were chasing. âPlease make me come daddy, please!âÂ
âThat's what I thought little girlâ He says before continuing his movements and biting down on your heavy bottom lip.
⟠Choso Kamo
Too ashamed that he ended up in prison to allow you to visit him for a while. After much reassurance from you that you donât look at him differently he finally comes out of his shell and makes friends. Getâs out early on good behavior.
âYou think someones watching?â You mumble, looking back at the camera in the corner of the dark lit room.
âF-fuck baby, donât fuckinâ stop,â Choso whines, gripping your waist, trying to make you bounce on his stiff cock. âWho cares if they are, baby? They wonât touch.â
You turn back around and grin down at your boyfriend âmmm, isn't that how you got in here in the first place Choso, beating up a man for touching me?â You start grinding on his cock again.
âDo anything for you, baby.â He moans gripping your waist when your tight walls start squeezing down on him, trying hard not to bust a nut so quickly.
âYeah,â you moan out, feeling his cock twitch in you. âNow youâre stuck in here for months away from me.â You pout and claw at his chest when Choso starts to bounce you on his cock. God, if only he didnât beat that man up youâd have this every night.
âWorth it.â He looks up at the camera, imagining the security guard looking down at your ass recoil when he slams you down on his cock
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â my girl (c.yj) âĄ
pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader genre: friends to lovers, non-idol au, smut, fluff rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 6.1k warnings: unprotected sex, pwp (6k but most of it is smut tbh lol), softdom!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, oral + fingering (f receiving), squirting, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, pretty girl), daddy kink (yeonjun refers to himself as daddy), spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms (f receiving), light choking but not (he doesnât squeeze), one instance of spitting, itâs established that jun is older than reader so OPPA IS USED AS AN HONORIFIC and idc if people hate it lol as a korean speaker iâm tired of westernizing shit
a/n - pls picture temptation era hair yeonjun đ”âđ« this is inspired by a dream i had.. dreamt every part in his room up until the actual penetration đźâđš cockblocked by my own brain
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yeonjunâs sheets are soft as you sit observing his bedroom, taking note of all the little details that his strong personality shines through, the first time youâve seen the other side of his door â though how you even got to this point in the first place is still something youâre going over and over in your head as you wait for him to come back.
his soft smile is met with your nervous one as he enters the room with two water bottles in hand, shutting the door quietly behind him â your eyes follow his lithe fingers as he turns the lock â and you watch as he places the drinks on his nightstand before turning to you.
the air suddenly feels much warmer when he sits down on the bed beside you, so close that youâre almost touching, and that fond look on his face only serves to heighten your nerves as you remember that he knows what heâs doing, and you donât.
well⊠sort of.
everything happened only a few hours before.
your best friend kai had invited you to hang out with him and his roommates, a chaotic group of guys who youâve grown to call your friends as well; even yeonjun, who you may or may not have developed the hugest crush on ever from the minute that youâd first met him.
itâd been a few months of back-and-forth, sometimes convinced that it must be mutual and other times doubting your judgement completely â has he always been this flirty, or is it your imagination when his eyes linger just a little too long? â and it was on this fateful day at their apartment when it all fell apart.
(or should you say, all came together).
everyone knows to watch out once beomgyuâs got a couple of drinks in him, so it was only a matter of time before your unlucky day came when heâd decide that you would be his glorious first victim of the afternoon; and that was exactly where you found yourself as he took it upon himself to announce to everyone in the room that you and yeonjun needed to admit you wanna fuck each other already, or else heâd âjust have to do something about it himselfâ (whatever that meant).
to say you wanted to crawl into a ditch and die would be the biggest understatement of the century.
your wide eyes were pinned to the floor as the room erupted into multiple reactions; soobin groaning with a smack upside beomgyuâs head as he scolded the younger not to say stuff like that, taehyunâs âdamn,â as he knocked back his beer to cover a laugh, kai burying his head into his hands with a shriek â he swore he didnât mean to spill your secret to beomgyu a few weeks ago, it just slipped out â and of course, the culprit in the center laughing his ass off unphased.
the only one who had yet to say anything wasâŠ
you steeled yourself and glanced up, meeting yeonjunâs eyes that were already watching you from across the living room.
your own widened marginally.
he didnât look disgusted. he didnât look put off. in fact, he lookedâŠ..
your breath caught. there was a small upturn to his lips, a confirmation, the hint of a smile that solidified as he quirked a brow as if in question. as if he was asking you,
âwell? what should we do about it then?â
and everything changed from there.
~
it hadnât taken long for beomgyuâs quick-moving attention span to be directed elsewhere thanks to some faithful effort on hyukaâs part, the others following suit to spare you from the spotlight â and it was only about an hour later when you found yourself alone in the kitchen for a breather, the sounds of your friendâs quarreling and laughter slightly less eardrum-shattering now from where you stood leaning against the sink.
a few minutes passed before the sound of someone else slipping into the room grabbed your attention.
your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.
âhi,â yeonjun whispered, a small smile on his face that read somewhere between gentle and amused.
his hands were in his pockets as he came to lean casually against the counter opposite you, head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes trailed over your expression, and you cursed your mouth for going dry at the sight of him.
his simple black tank top and sweatpants combo had you fighting to keep your eyes on his face â his face, pretty and framed so nicely by silky black hair that was grown out quite a bit longer than usual these days, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously.
ââŠhi,â you whispered back.
he breathed out a small laugh.
âi wanted to talk to you, but i didnât want the others to hear.. figured this was a good opportunity when i saw you get up.â
âr-right..â
why am i so awkward? what the fuck? oh god wait why is he coming closer-
your hands gripped the counter behind you as yeonjun stepped forward. his voice was low, quiet, meant only for you as he stood in front of you with a look on his face that had you melting in more ways than one.
âlisten... i know that weâve never talked about this thing between us. i didnât wanna scare you off by being too forward, but now that beomgyu ran his mouth about itâŠâ
with a feather-light touch, yeonjun reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
âwell, iâm not gonna deny what he said, and iâm pretty sure that iâm right when i say.. i think you want me the same way that i want you.â
you felt heat running down your entire body like a zap of electricity.
your fried brain didnât even have the chance to fully process before you heard beomgyu shout from the living room, âhey, whatâs taking so long?!â and the scent of yeonjunâs cologne was like a drug as he leaned in and whispered in your ear,
âif you feel ready to see where this goes.. stay here with me when they go out.â
and just like that he was gone, random assortment of snacks in hand to avoid suspicion as he called back to beomgyu, âiâm coming, just couldnât decide what to eat!â
and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.
~
you received a chorus of groans and boos when you told the guys you were gonna go home instead of joining them elsewhere for dinner and drinks, earning brief suspicion only from taehyun as he eyed you questioningly for a moment â their focus primarily resting on yeonjunâs uncharacteristic opt-out that heâd blamed on a sudden migraine.
you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the street outside, going out of your way to be believable, rounding the corner towards the subway station until they were well out of sight before heading back up towards the apartment.
youâdâve been lying if you said that you didnât consider leaving yourself; your jittery nerves and quick-beating heart nearly convincing you, until you remembered the look in yeonjunâs eyes and the wetness between your legs returned.
yeonjun, choi yeonjun, one of the most popular and charismatic guys that you know â wants you.
and now here you are on his bed.
when you think about it, in your eyes yeonjun is a lot of things that youâre not; the way he just naturally draws people in, the way he carries himself, always making friends so easily; the fact that heâs genuinely cool, somehow good at everything he does and always looks hot doing it; heâs older than you â not by much, but still â and the number one thing on your mind right now:
heâs experienced.
now youâre no virgin, but your measly 1 past boyfriend is nothing in comparison to the fact that yeonjunâs ability to please a woman is a very well-checked box on his long list of skills (if beomgyu is correct about anything heâs blabbed about, at least. which today so far he seems to be).
and now, as he sits here so close to you with that same look on his face as before, that gentle smile and amused little twinkle in his eyes â well, you know right then that youâre a goner.
âhi,â he whispers, just like he did in the kitchen earlier, and you whisper it back with a shy smile.
this is the first time youâve ever truly been alone with him.
he looks at you for a few moments, and you wonder if this is what amoebas feel like under a microscope until he places his hand on the bed beside you and rests his weight on it, by default leaning in even closer than before.
âi like you.â he says simply.
in panic mode, you resort to sarcasm - ây-yeah-â you clear your throat - âum, yeah, i think we established that.â
his laugh sends tingles through you as a real smile not stricken with awkwardness finally blooms on your face, the ice slowly melting for you as you start to remember that right, okay, heâs a friend and not some unreachable deity (for the most part, at least).
âi.. like you too,â you respond sheepishly, and you bite your lip at the underlying shift in his tone as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and says,
âi know.â
the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.
his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip as he murmurs, âis this okay?â and you donât know when his face got so close to yours but your eyes are already threatening to flutter shut as you hum in response, lidded gaze glued to his full, pretty lips that you want so desperately all over your body.
âwords, baby.â he voice is a whisper, breath warm against your lips, his own so close now that you can almost feel them â
ây-yes.â
and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.
whatever you thought a real kiss was supposed to feel like, whatever kisses you had felt with your ex â
none of it compared to this.
you feel his smile when you quietly moan, his lips even softer than you had imagined, moving against yours slowly, deliberately, expertly, the hand that had been on your cheek sliding gently to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.
his tongue is warm and soft as it traces along your bottom lip, and you donât care how eager you probably seem as you let it in immediately, trying not to moan again as he slips it past your lips to caress yours; you melt as he sucks lightly on your tongue before giving a teasing, gentle bite to your bottom lip as he pulls away.
you canât even imagine how dazed you must look â but his knowing smile tells you enough.
you canât explain it, but in that moment you gain a hunger-fueled confidence. you want to give yeonjun everything.
fuck, you want him bad.
youâre pulling him back to you faster than you can chicken out otherwise, and the pleased noise he makes as you connect your lips again only spurs you on further to do what youâve been so badly wanting to:
you touch him, hands sliding from his shoulders up to his soft hair, pulling at it gently as his lips travel down your jaw to suckle at the skin of your neck; you moan, freely this time, eyes sliding shut and head tilting back to give him all the access he wants as you wrap an arm around his shoulders and keep him close.
his hand slides around your waist to your lower back as he slowly guides you down to lay against his sheets, your legs instinctively widening for him as he slots his hips between them, and you groan at the bulge now resting comfortably against your clothed core.
it doesnât take long before he gently rocks his hips forwards.
you whimper, clutching to his tank top as he continues to kiss and suckle along your neck; your legs tighten around his hips and his lips tilt into a smirk against your skin as your body responds to his like itâs what it was made for, and so he does it again, this time continuing into a steady rocking pace.
the hardness of his cock drags deliciously against your center as he rolls his hips into it again and again, slow enough so that you feel everything, but firm enough that it makes your head spin and your thighs twitch with need.
âoppa,â you whisper, pleadingly, and you donât even know what youâre asking for but you know that you just need more.
âhm?â he hums back, lips still sucking pretty bruises into your neck,
and itâs like he can read your mind as he asks with another smirk against your skin - âwant more, baby?â
you nod quickly with a weak, âmhm,â and your heart jumps as his lips move up to your ear.
âtell oppa what you want.â
the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.
he pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes and you feel like a rabbit hunted down by a fox, but in your case, you never want to escape from his grasp.
âi.. i-i wantâŠâ
you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks, remembering once again how much you havenât experienced, and you want to tell him exactly where you want him to put his mouth â but instead your eyes avert from his as you mumble in admission,
âi-iâve never been⊠well iâve never been eaten out before. s-so.. um..â
in your peripheral you can see yeonjunâs brows lift to his hairline in disbelief. âwhat?â
a finger beneath your chin gently draws your gaze back to his and the genuine bewilderment in his eyes is enough to deepen your blush as he asks, âhow could that bastard have possibly survived never tasting you?â
your body buzzes with electricity as your eyes widen; thereâs a hunger and determination dancing in yeonjunâs stare that youâve never been looked at with before.
his intensity makes you shiver in anticipation and itâs like you can taste the honey dripping from his words when he says,
âlet me make you feel good, baby. let me give you everything that he shouldâve.â
your head spins.
youâve never felt so desired.
the second that you say okay, yeonjun places one last dizzying kiss to your lips before heâs moving down your body, guiding you out of your shirt as he slowly maps out your skin with his lips â you breathe out a sigh at the way his large hands caress you, intentionality in every touch.
eventually he sits up on his knees, pulling back from a kiss to your navel to reach for the hem of your panties. you shiver when his fingers ghost over your hips.
âlift for me,â he instructs softly, and you do, biting your lip as he begins to slowly pull them down, eyes glued to your cunt, and you watch the way his breath hitches in his throat at the strings of wetness that cling to the fabric.
âfuck,â he whispers, practically groans,
âcanât believe no oneâs ever tasted such a pretty pussy before⊠gonna eat you so good, baby..â
youâre going out of your mind with need, his words alone sending another gush of arousal to your heat, your hungry eyes traveling down to trace the imprint of his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants.
teasingly you ghost your foot over it as he slides your panties from your ankles, and his eyes flicker up to yours as you stare back innocently; his gaze narrows and lips quirk up into a lopsided smirk as his warm hands slide up your legs.
âgetting brave, now, are we?â he taunts, stopping at your thighs as he wraps his hands around them and spreads your legs open.
slowly he lowers himself between them, all the while keeping his eyes on yours, and your hips jump at the whisper of his breath against your aching cunt when he says,
âbetter be careful, doll⊠any game you try to play, i can play it better.â
and when his fingers spread you open and his lips kiss your clit, you already know that heâs ruined you for any other man.
how could you even dream of anyone else when the tip of yeonjunâs velvety tongue slips out to trace teasingly up and down your slit, or when the pad of his finger circles so lightly around your leaking hole that you might even be imagining it?
no, thereâs no way you could be imagining this, not as the warmth of his mouth caresses you as he closes his lips around your clit and gently begins to suck, your head tipping back with a shudder as you whine at the feeling.
âeyes on me, princess,â he murmurs against your cunt, and when you manage to bring your gaze back to his, the sight before you is sinful.
his foxlike eyes dark and dangerous and twinkling as he watches you through his lashes, pretty lips forming a smirk that you can only feel and not see as he whispers âgood girl,â - before the next thing you know, his tongue is flattening against you as he licks a firm stripe up your pussy, big hands keeping your jerking hips in place as he begins to ravish you, sucking, licking, kissing, groaning shamelessly at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight through your quivering core as you unravel beneath his touch.
âso fucking good,â he moans, sliding a finger inside of you with ease as he begins to pump it steadily in and out, practically making out with your pussy as you whimper, hands instinctively flying to his hair â you almost pull them away when suddenly he adds another digit, the stretch causing your fingers to tighten in his dark strands as your hips instinctively grind forwards against his mouth.
youâre about to apologize when yeonjun moans even deeper than before.
âthatâs it, baby,â he grunts, âuse my face. want it so bad, donât you? go ahead and chase it, cum all over daddyâs tongue.â
something unholy snaps inside of you at that.
âf-fuck-â you cry, doing exactly as he said; you canât help it as you grind your clit down on his warm tongue over and over and over, hands tightening in his hair as his fingers work impossibly faster, and a new sensation takes over you as the dam breaks and you reach your peak;
you donât realize whatâs happening at first as youâre carried through the most mind-blowing orgasm, until you feel the unusual amount of wetness soaking his sheets and hear yeonjun groaning âfuck, fuck, thatâs it, baby, thatâs it -â and heâs three fingers deep as you realize youâre squirting.
itâs as though he can read your body like a book the way he can tell when itâs suddenly too much, his pace slowing gradually until he gently slides his fingers from your sopping hole, placing a final feather-light kiss to your clit before his lips and hands move to soothe your quivering thighs.
âyou did so good, baby, holy shit..â the bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices as he mouths along your skin, hands massaging and caressing whatever his lips arenât kissing;
youâre still bewildered, and can feel the raging blush on your cheeks as youâre quick to blurt in embarrassment, âi-iâm so sorry, i didnât mean to-â
ây/n.â yeonjun looks up. âseriously, that was so fucking hot, you have no idea.â
you can see in his eyes that heâs telling the truth.
âr-really?â
he laughs, finally sitting up; âbaby, i- fuck, like, you actually have no fucking idea how sexy you are.â he pushes his hair out of his face and itâs only then that you realize how heavy heâs breathing, the bulge straining against his pants somehow a million times more prominent than it was earlier.
ây/n, iâm so turned on right now that i can hardly think straight. please-â
you meet his eyes again quickly,
âplease, i need to be inside you.â
apparently today is the day that you learn just how crazy choi yeonjun makes you, because despite your still-twitching thighs and your pussy so sensitive that youâre sure a slight breeze would send it into overdrive, your body is quick to betray you at his toe-curling words when your walls clench from the emptiness and a fresh wave of arousal gushes from your soaked heat.
âif you donât fuck me right now iâm gonna go clinically insane.â
his brows lift only for a moment before heâs laughing, swooping down to catch your lips in a kiss. âwell we canât have that, now, can we?â
he gets off the bed, your eyes hungrily tracking his every move as he peels the tank top from his torso and casts it to the ground; âfuck,â you whisper as your gaze trails down the defined ridges of his abs; âfuck,â you groan when he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down with his boxers in one go.
his cock is long and slender and flushed pink, the prettiest thing youâve ever seen as you imagine the weight of it in your mouth.
if it were anyone else, youâd wanna slap the shit-eating grin right off of his face, but this is yeonjun, and the fact that he knows heâs all that only makes him 10x hotter.
you canât tear your eyes away from his length as you sit up on your elbows to watch, and he enjoys it, pumping himself in his hand and smearing the pre-cum around his tip with a satisfied hum.
but as he reaches for the condoms in his desk drawer, you surprise both him and yourself when you stop him.
âno.â
he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with quirked brows â
âwant you to fuck me raw.â
his mouth goes dry. you can see the fire dancing in his eyes as he slowly straightens, keeping himself under control as he asks carefully,
âare you sure?â
you bite your lip and quickly nod. âwanna feel you,â you breathe, and that does it for yeonjun as heâs back on top of you in an instant, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as you moan around his swirling tongue.
his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting there as if to say youâre mine, and you whine deep in your chest when you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slippery folds.
âgonna fuck this pretty pussy so full of my cum that itâll be dripping out of it for days,â he rasps as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly over your clit, the lewd noise met with your whimpers as you grasp at his bicep.
âplease,â you whine, âwant it, please-!â
his hand slides from your neck down to squeeze your tit as he sits up and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder with his free hand.
âso good for me,â he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and lusting as he looks down at you, dragging his shaft back and forth along your slick pussy; âsuch a good girl, begging for daddy.â
and when he finally pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open as he sinks inside, stars explode behind your eyes and you nearly cum again right there on the spot.
âfuuck..â he groans in a drawn-out moan, eyes sliding shut and head tipping back as your walls suck him in, mouth falling open before he catches his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks back down at you through hazy eyes, giving another rough squeeze to your tit in his grasp.
he slides his hand down to press against your lower belly as he bottoms out, your hips twitching as you gasp, and with his other hand he grips your leg thatâs slung over his shoulder as he begins to grind his hips against yours.
you canât breathe, canât speak, overwhelmed by how fucking good it all feels, the head of his cock massaging places inside of you that you didnât even know existed as he rolls his hips over and over, whispering fucked-out nothings;
how tight you are, how good you feel, how heâs gonna make you forget your own name by tomorrow.
and when he starts really moving, hips separating from yours only to connect again with a lewd slap of skin on skin each time he delivers a slow, firm thrust to your cunt, holding you in place so you donât jolt up the bed â well, you never knew that something so delicious existed, and now that youâve had a taste, youâre already rendered insatiable.
you paw at any part of him that you can reach, hands finding purchase on his thighs as his pace picks up into a steady rhythm, your lips moaning and pleading and begging around words that you can hardly get out of your mouth.
âlook at you,â yeonjun coos breathlessly, âso drunk on my cock already.. perfect pussy made just for me, hm? taking daddy so well? good baby.â
he looks as blissed out as you feel, face wracked in pleasure as he picks up the pace, his hand so large where it still presses over your lower belly that his thumb is able to reach your clit, and the added stimulation along with the pressure of his palm sends your head lolling as you twitch and tremble underneath him.
âj-jjunie..!â you whimper, and you canât help the nickname from slipping between your lips; youâve never called him so intimately before, never said his name so freely, but your accidental drop of honorifics seems to stir something inside of him as he groans and fucks you harder;
âsay that again,â he grunts as you gasp out from the sudden increase in pace.
âjjunie,â you keen immediately, gripping the sheets, gripping his arms, gripping anything as a muttered curse leaves his lips and his thumb circles faster around your aching clit.
âlove it when you say my name, fuck,â he groans, hips slamming into yours and jolting you like a ragdoll as you cry out for him, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast that you swear itâs about to snap, and when he leans forward with your leg still gripped over his shoulder and his cock pounding into you at a far deeper angle than before, fireworks fill your vision as you cum around him harder than youâve ever came in your life.
âyes, yes, yes, fuck, thatâs it, cream on my cock, baby, fuck youâre so- s-so tight, fuck- just like that, let go for me, baby, good girl-â
yeonjunâs voice sounds far away as you spasm around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as your cunt clenches him so tight that it nearly forces him out; he lowers your leg back down to the bed and slows down a little to let you catch your breath but he doesnât stop, and your watery whimpers are like music to his ears as you clutch onto him desperately.
ât-too much, too much-!â you hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes at all the overwhelming sensations, but you donât actually want him to stop and he knows it too â he coos at you, hand sliding up to rest on your throat again as he leans down and licks a stripe up your neck to your ear.
âyou can give me one more, baby, canât you?â
a shiver rolls down your spine at the devilish smile in his voice, sweet like honey as he catches your earlobe between his teeth.
âone more so daddy can stuff you nice and full.â
your pussy clenches. âw-want your cum,â you whimper dumbly in response, too fucked out to think of anything else, and yeonjun smiles as he leans back and runs his hands down your body until they reach your hips and squeeze.
âi know,â his thrusts are still steady as he watches you with twinkling eyes; âand iâm gonna give it to you.â
your eyes widen in protest as he suddenly slides out of you without a warning, but the words die in your throat and are replaced with a squeak of surprise when he flips you over onto your stomach instead.
âass up for me, pretty girl.â
you obey immediately with what strength you have left in your shaky limbs, a quiet whine escaping your throat over not being able to see or touch him anymore.
his little laugh from behind you indicates that he caught it.
âdonât worry, baby,â he soothes as his hands massage over your ass, âwe have all the time in the world.â
your heart doesnât even have time to skip a beat at the promise of his words when suddenly his tongue is on your pussy, your knees nearly buckling at the heat of his mouth as he licks from your clit up to your fluttering hole, and you gasp as he spits on it before his cock enters you fully in one single thrust.
you cry out, knees buckling for real this time as he holds you up, sheets crumpled in your fists as his hips immediately pick up into a quick, dizzying pace.
âlove the way you fall apart around me,â he murmurs from behind you, squeezing your ass, âlove how you take me so wellâŠâ
you want to touch him so badly, want to see the pleasure pooling in his eyes; you donât have time to respond before he lands a smack on your ass, your surprised squeak spurring him on as he does it again, drilling into your cute little hole like it was made just for him as he breathes out a moan.
from this angle he can see the way your pussy swallows him so hungrily, and his grip on your hips tightens as he drags you back and forth on his cock.
âlove.. l-love your.. love this so much⊠w-wanna be yoursâŠâ
he almost misses your dazed mumbling over the loud sound of his hips slapping lewdly against your ass, but he makes out what you said, heart swelling in his chest and cock simultaneously twitching inside of you as he leans forward, his palm sliding up along your spine to brush the hair from your fucked-out face as he pushes your body down against the sheets, chest pressed to your back now and breath caressing your ear as he continues rocking his hips even deeper.
âyouâre mine, baby, youâre mine..â he whispers between kisses along your jaw, a reassurance, your soft whimper of a response causing him to bite back a smile as he continues,
âiâve wanted you for so long.. canât believe i finally get to have you.â his hand slips beneath you to toy with your throbbing clit, and your ass grinds back against him as a result as you moan wantonly into his sheets.
âiâve been yours since the.. fuck.. since the second i s-saw you..fuck, p-please donât stop..!â
your hips are moving with his now as he works your clit faster, mustering your strength and pushing your weight back as you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, on his fingers, chasing the rising wave in your belly thatâs threatening to break as he meets your quickening movements with his own.
âtouch yourself for me, baby,â he murmurs in your ear before removing his hand and propping himself up on his forearms, allowing for a more concentrated angle as he ruts into you, your choked moan muffled by the sheets as you immediately slide one hand down to rub rapidly at your clit, your other one weakly moving to tangle your fingers with his the best that you can;
âgonna cum, gonna cum,â you whimper, drool pooling at your lips, the scent of yeonjunâs cologne and the weight of his body on yours like pure intoxication as he fucks you harder, breaths heavy and staggering in your ear as he grunts,
âcum for me, baby, need to feel it, cum all over my fucking cock-â
and when your third orgasm washes over you, youâre too weak to do anything but let it, body going limp as it wracks over you in pure bliss, the warm feeling of your clenching walls finally sending yeonjun over the edge this time as he shoots his cum into you with a loud and drawn-out moan, voice breaking as he spews filthy words and incoherent curses; he presses his hips impossibly deep against yours before stuttering into sloppy thrusts to fuck himself through the rest of his orgasm as your fluttering pussy milks his cock of every last drop.
the room grows silent save for your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as his forehead slumps down to rest against your back; you didnât realize how tightly you were holding onto his hand until you carefully untangle your fingers from his.
he hisses from the sensitivity as he slides his twitching length out of you.
you look at yeonjun as he rolls off of your back and flops exhaustedly onto his side next to you, and when he meets your eyes, thereâs only a passing moment of silence before you both giggle.
his smile is fond and blooming with affection as he rubs a hand up and down your back, moving to smoothe the hair from your face and gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek before resting his hand on top of yours.
âhi,â he whispers.
you giggle again.
âhi,â you whisper back.
âso.. would this be a good time to ask you to be my girlfriend?â
your heart skips a beat and you bite back a smile. âi was worried youâd just want to stick to the sex..â you admit.
yeonjun shakes his head, lips forming into an endearing pout as he laces his fingers with yours.
ânah, youâre stuck with me now, princess,â he grins. âi meant what i said⊠iâve been wanting you for so long.â
an indescribable feeling flutters in your chest as you giddily turn your head to bury your face in the sheets, yeonjun laughing as he shuffles closer, rolling you over onto your back despite your giggle-ridden, poorly-executed attempts to fight him off.
you grin up at him and he grins down at you, hovering over you now with a hand on your cheek as his endeared eyes trail over each of your features as if to memorize them.
âmy girl,â he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.
you tilt your head up to meet his lips when he leans in and kisses you softly, your hands playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.
âi meant what i said too,â you murmur against him.
âmine since the second you saw me, huh?â yeonjunâs cocky grin is light and teasing as you scrunch your nose at him, flicking his forehead and sending him into another pout.
âyeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.â
instead of responding he buries his face in your neck in a flurry of kisses as you squeal in surprise, laughing as you wiggle around underneath him;âstop, that tickles!â
âgotta make up for all the lost time when i didnât make a move,â he reasons as his kisses move to your cheeks, your nose, your lips â youâve never seen this side of yeonjun before, so soft and gentle and sweet; the fact that it seems reserved only for you sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy.
you spend your evening like that, wrapped in each otherâs arms as you talk about your relationship, talk about the feelings that led you here, talk about this and that and everything in-between;
âdoes this count as our first date?â you ask quizzically. he wrinkles his nose.
âno way, iâm gonna do the most romantic shit ever for that.â
you snort. âisnât that what this is?â
but you donât have the chance to tease him any further when the beeping sound of his apartment passcode being entered causes you both to freeze.
you were so caught up that neither of you considered the time; nor the fact that yeonjun does indeed have 4 other roommates who would in fact be coming home at some point or another.
that some point apparently being now as the rowdy chatter of your friends erupts into the foyer until you suddenly hear soobinâs tipsy mumble. âwhat the⊠what are y/nâs shoes doing here?â
you and yeonjun turn to look at each other as your friendsâ voices fall silent.
the seconds pass and you almost wonder if youâre in the clearâŠ
but of course, no peace lasts forever with beomgyu in the house.
âOH MY GOD,â he screams.
âTHEY FUCKED!â
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âgojoâs single and getoâs a good friend. good friends share everything.. including girlfriends
pairing: gojo x fem! reader x geto
content: crack, smut, threesome, praise, cum eating (gojo), pussy eating, blowjobs, cream pie, throat bulge, throat fucking, tag team, playful banter, squirting
Geto thinks heâs a great friend. Being willing to share his precious girlfriend with his best friend. Heâs seen the way Gojo looks at you. And heâs not mad, no, heâs quite happy. It makes using you as a gift so much easierâ especially when he knows you get wet at just the thought of a threesome with the white haired man.
âI am not lonely. I could go get a quick fuck right now if i wanted too.â Gojo defended, taking another gulp of the beer in his hand as he leaned back into the couch.
âHmm, i smell lies, youâre very lonely this season.â you teased, giggling softly when Gojo glared at you with the flip of his middle finger. You gasped dramatically, turning to Geto with a pout, âBaby your friend just flipped me off.â
Geto simply smiled at you with the shake of his head, taking a quick swig of his drink before he was wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you into him and placing an especially wet kiss onto your head. âDonât disrespect my girl bro.â He joked along, Gojo only scoffing before flipping him off too. âIâm being targeted by weirdos. Great.â
âWeirdos who arenât single. Canât relate now can you?â you retorted with a grin. Gojo finally letting out a chuckle, âYa got me there.â downing the remaining contents of the bottle. âIâm gonna get another one, you guys want any?â he questioned, standing up to head to the kitchen.
âOo, yes please.â you piped in cheerily, Getoâs head snapping towards you with an eyebrow raised. âUh, no. Sheâll just have a coke or something. But iâll take one.â Geto corrected.
Gojo nodded, making his way past the dining area and into the kitchen to open the fridge.
Geto winced lightly when you pinched his side. âWhy canât i have one?â you whined. Geto pinching your cheeks with a faux frown, âbecause your alcohol tolerance is too damn low.â You simply huffed, fiddling absentmindedly with the hem of your boyfriendâs sweater.
âSo, is it still happening?â you questioned in a whisper, a smirk forming on your boyfriendâs face as he brought the bottle to his lips to empty it out. âMhm.â
Gojo came strolling back into the room with two opened drinks and a cherry flavored soft drink. And you fought the urge to roll your eyes when he handed one bottle to Geto and the red colored drink to you. A smile on his face as he bit back his teasing words about Geto not letting you drink alcohol.
Geto cleared his throat, setting down the drink and placing his hand on your thigh. Squeezing as he travelled it higher and higher, his breath hot on your ear when he leaned in. âThatâs your queue baby.â
Your face heated up, watching as Gojo raised an eyebrow across from you, taking a swig at his drink after mumbling âfucking weirdos i swear.â
Getting off your seat, you bit at your lip as you looked back at Geto. Your boyfriend only giving you a reassuring nod before his drink was at his lips, watching as you almost shyly walked up to Gojo.
Sitting yourself on his lap with practically no warning making the manâs eyes widen. âWhat are you-â being cut off by your lips on his, your ass lightly grinding on his cock as you gripped his shirt. Gojoâs eyes met Getoâs in panic, the latter simply tilting his head, âBetter enjoy it while you can.â
Gojo groaned, your hands slipping under his shirt to run your nails over his hard abs. Slowly bringing them down until you stopped at the bulge in his sweats, groping it through the fabric before smiling as you pulled away. âYouâre already hard?â you giggled.
âShut up.â His face flushing red as you got off of his lap, situating yourself on your knees between his legs. Your hands working to pull his pants down mid thigh, your head in his crotch as you licked a strike along his cock through his underwear. Looking up at him through your lashes before freeing him from the thin black fabric
Gojo nearly choked on his spit, watching as you ran your thumb over his tip. Collecting glistening precum before using it to stroke him, circling your wrist while you moved it up and down. âS-shit.â
Your eyes met his cock with a hard swallow at the length. Taking in a breath before sucking him into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around his leaking tip then taking him in deeper. Bobbing your head up and down as your drool coated his veiny skin.
You could hear Geto standing up behind you, reaching your kneeling frame in two large steps before his hand was stroking your hair. âSheâs good ainât she?â
Gojo only letting out a cracked moan as he nodded. Getoâs hand suddenly grabbing hold of your hair to quicken the pace of your mouth. âBut trust me, she can be better.â Roughly pushing you to take Gojo down your throat before pulling you back up again. Repeating the process as you slobbered onto the manâs dick with muffled moans.
Your eyes pooled with water each time your boyfriend forced you to take his best friend all the way. Gojoâs cock bulging in your throat as your nose pressed at his base. âSee that?â Geto hummed.
Gojoâs mouth hung open in breathy grunts as he began thrusting his hips upwards. Head falling back onto the back of the couch with his breathing speeding up. Basking in the way his best friend used your warm mouth to fuck his twitching cock. âF-fucking hellâ ahh.â
âGood girlâ Geto dragged out. âgonna make him cum already.â he praised, âWonder how long it has been since heâs felt a pretty girlâs lips on his cock.â
Gojo grunted, âf-fuck o-off, shitââ a loud groan sounding in his throat when he began to spill into your mouth. His body shuddering when you continued to suck on his tip while maintaining eye contact. His cock throbbing as the last bits of cum spurted onto your tongue.
âNow what do you do?â Geto asked with a smirk, watching you swallow the thick substance before glancing between the both of them with a smile. âThatâs my girl.â
Gojo panted with heavy breaths, receiving a pat on his shoulder from the black haired man. âThatâs not even the half of it.â
It wasnât long until you found yourself on your hands and knees. Getoâs cock down your throat as Gojo fucked into you from behind. âIs this what you like baby?â your boyfriend groaned, Gojoâs rough thrusts effectively rocking your mouth on and off of Getoâs cock. âShowing this lone fucker how good your pussy feels?â Gojo being too lost in how deep you were sucking him in to even respond.
You mewled, clenching down on Gojoâs cock as he hammered into your g spot. His thick length easily sliding in and out your tightness.
Gojoâs hand groped at the flesh of your ass, the sound of his hips slamming onto your flesh only getting louder when he sped up his pace. Allowing his tip to graze your gummy walls with force. âHaah- think this might just be the best pussy iâve ever had.â
âHear that baby? He loves that perfect pussy of yours.â Geto breathed, his eyes closing as he used his hand to guide your head faster. âShit. Swear that mouth of yours is made of gold.â
You let out a muffled cry when you felt a coil build in your stomach. Your body still being jerked between the two men as you drooled onto your boyfriendâs cock. Your back arching when Gojo leaned onto you, his chest against your back as he brought his hand down to rub your clit. Your loud mewl sending vibrations through Getoâs dick.
Gojo groaned into your ear. âYou feel so good pretty girl. Wish i could fuck into this pussy forever.â His thrusts getting sloppy as he moaned noisily into your neck, his eyes fixed on the way your swollen lips had stretched to fit his best friendâs girth. âO-oh shitâ clenching down on me so tight.â he rasped into your skin, voice cracking into a higher pitch at the feeling of your warmth ready to milk him dry.
Geto pulled you off his cock with a grin, watching as you whimpered before taking in a well needed breath, your chest rising and falling as your eyes lost their focus. âNnhgâ Suguru, ah- Satoru, âm close,â you cried out, feeling yourself getting closer as Gojo continued to rub small circles on your sensitive bud, his cock hitting deep inside you with each movement
âYeah baby? Gonna show him just how good he made you feel?â Geto husked, pulling your head back onto him before you could even nod in response, using your mouth as a wet flesh light to get him off the edge.
Gojo groaned loudly, his thrusts hard and mean as they lost their speed. Rolling his hips desperately into yours to chase his release. âShit, can i cum in ya, pretty?â
You were only able to let out an incoherent babble, feeling the coil in your stomach painfully close to snapping.
âDonât push it.â Geto warned, your chin getting messy as he lazily fucked your face, his head falling back with a string of deep curses.
âSelfish prick.â
âYouâre fucking her arenât you?â
Your body shook as you came, whimpering with a broken cry around Getoâs cock as your pussy spasmed. Eyes rolling back and your head fuzzy as you gushed messily. The force of your orgasm threatening to make Gojoâs cock slip out.
âThere you go baby.â Geto started, Gojo finishing his words as he slowed his movements on your clit, âThatâs it.â
Both men breathed heavily as their movements came to a halt. Geto holding your face down on his cock to spurt ropes of his cum down your throat.
âSuguru- fuck, please let me cum in her. Tight pussy doesnât want to let me go.â Gojo moaned out, pleading blue eyes looking up to your boyfriend.
âYou do that and youâre gonna lick it all out.â Geto growled out, tapping his cock onto your tongue a few times before he was pulling out. Watching as you moaned softly when his cum slid down your throat.
Gojoâs lips parted as his cock ached for a release. Deciding to take his chance at burying himself inside you, his twitching cock pumping thick ropes of cum into you. Looking up to meet your boyfriendâs fake grin.
âBaby, lay down, and you, better get every fucking drop outta her.â
Gojo pervertedly smiling as he willingly crawled in between your legs. Lapping at your sopping folds and swirling his tongue around your clit as you moaned and mewled into the air.
Your fingers tangling in white strands as his tongue dipped into your hole, sucking a mixture of your juices and his cum into his mouth with a groan.
Geto let out a short laugh in amusement, âSo this is what a lack of pussy does to a guy.â Watching as Gojo licked you clean, bringing you to another squirting orgasm in the process.
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