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Shang Qinghua is man who has a vagina and Mobei Jun is a demon with a penis and Shang Qinghua is the one who eventually knocks up Mobei
It's definitely his biological child and Mobei Jun definitely carries it himself
Shen Qingqiu spends the rest of eternity trying to figure out HOW but is too afraid to ask
#svsss#moshang#mobei jun#shang qinghua#svsss headcanon#mpreg#kinda#no safe for esmes#shen qingqiu#every time sqq sees the moshang progeny hes just got question marks floating around his head#he saw mobei pregnant#the kids are very clearly SQH's they proved it to the northern court!#and he knows sqh is waiting for him to ask#hes got a shit eating grin on his face#which means the answer is probably something sqq doesn't want to know but also his curiosity is killing him#its a game of wills#sqq is losing
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local man haunts (me) open practise yet again more news at 11
#txt#what an experience#i didnt go alone this time which means shenanigans heightened by 20#and by that i mean we were by the glass drinking mate (that security thankfully let us bring in)#and ___ kept going (lifts mate up to the glass) quieres? to all the players that skated by#and i had to just go STOP THAT#and they went they dont want our mate hmph what do they know about mate and i went. well thats the thing. they dont đđ#theres was a bunch of kids next to me which meant a lot players over to our side and ekky trucked over#and knocked the glass w his stick on a driveby and scared the shit out of me I ALMOST DROPPED MY MATE he had this shit eating grin#maffhew also kept doing little toodle-loo waves at the kids behind him it was so cute đđđ#but anyways i think its so funny ___ kept focusing on ekky too and i didnt realise why until they just drop the bombshell of#âthey remind me of your brotherâ and i went âDONT FUCKING SAY THAT WHAT THE FUCK MAN DONT SAY SUCH SACRILEGEâ#the rest of the convo was in spanish and i dont know how to like fully convey đŠđ· banter in eng but it roughly went#âno he does. he has the same dumb face when he starts shit (because he kept bodily bumping into boqy and forsy)#the same 'was that me? did i do that?' troublemaker face. hes a shit stirrer but never answers to it. hes sleazy in that way.#he has the same beard too dont you see itâ#and then i promptly spent the whole time going god he is just like my older brother oh this is a horrifying revelation oh god#anyways they kept saying look at his dumb face look at it just like your brother the whole time in spanish when he crept near#and i had to go SHUT UP PLEASE HE CAN HEAR YOU to which they snorted and went you said its fine if we spoke spanish here theyre not gonna#understand us and i was like OKAY BUT IM SURE 11 YEARS HERE HES GONNA PICK UP#SOMETHING AND WE KEEP CURSING SO FOR MY SAKE CAN YOU SHUT UP#mikksy and schmidty were super playful with eo. tuomo ruutu kept messing w mikksy. and ekky was like a damn bumper car bumpin everyone#maffhew ofc was very dramatic when he couldnt get a goal in against knighter and he did the horse headshake in front of us#and i went âyou can tell whos number 19 because hes the most dramatic person on the ice alwaysâ#ekky was super vocal i know he wanted to practise against the empty net but aj was practising tipins and he goes#MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. and aj so confused just moves like ???#and ekky notches one in goes over to him and waves his glove at him to move#also dmen + lundy were practising on my side of the ice afterwards (lundy ekky uvis kuli. kuli was practising solo. lundy was feeding ekky#for some slapshots uvis got some passes in with them) and anyways i did not fucking realise swaggy was still out because i was so focused on#the dmen until he shot a puck straight at my face and like man i know its not personal but damn did it feel personal with the lookback
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the quietest csm chapter incoming in 14 hours how y'all feeling about that
#cephy talks#csm part 2#chainsaw man#csm 174#tbh im kinda happy that fumiko's shit eating grin was literally wiped off her face hajdjfjg#jk jk i love sly characters#i think barems totally going to come back though#i like how everyone forgot he was a hybrid when he got his head ripped off lmao
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somehow my class of 2 year olds all seem to realise I feel like shit with 95% of them choosing today to go absolutely feral, 5% are being chill and getting on with things and one gorgeous little kiddo plonked himself on my knee and told me his knee hurt too so we should both go home fuck nursery (fuck nursery heavily implied)
#I miss my old best friend one time I got my period at work and was dying at the art table so he told me he was drawing me the seaside so Iâm#not sad anymore#I can still picture his little face. âyouâre not well. you need to go home and get medicine. Iâm going to draw the seaside for youâ waaaaaaa#anyway special shout out to the two who realised I couldnât bend down or move particularly fast so went to hide/run off so they didnât have#come back inside#just sat in a tree with an absolute shit eating grin like what are you gonna do about it#anyway. normal day at work.#zh.txt
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Y'all. There is nothing. NOTHING. Scarier than someone you've never told you write fanfiction referring to your WIP by name.
I had sat down for the first time today after helping my husband's grandmother post double-hip-replacement, and this man looks at me with both mild concern and conniving cunning before asking:
"Do you need a computer to update Erosion or is it just a copy-paste thing?"
Apparently, after sneaking a peak at the doc name, he's been reading it religiously. He's one of the guest kudos on ao3. I don't know whether to fall deeper in love with him or kill myself over this lol
This is also my way of telling you guys he knows his grandfather's computer password and I'm formatting Chapter Thirteen so it'll drop on time!!
#infamous erosion#y'all the way my heart DROPPED out of my chest holy fucking shit#my dumbass legit looked him in his face with the blood draining from mine and said:#'what fanfiction?'#MA'AM HE DIDNT' ASK THAT YOU JUST OUTED YOURSELF#inFAMOUS 2 was what got us REALLY talking 'cause despite him being my raid leader#inFAMOUS 2 was both of our fav game and we were surprised the other knew about it so like#I think technically I have The Traveler and The Beast to thank for my marriage??? which is weird to think about#His shit-eating grin when he dropped that on me too was unfair#he knew what he was doing
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when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.
being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:
"will you take my virginity?"
maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.
"okay."
and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.
but you canât hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought youâd feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.
still, itâs satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. âyou get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?â
âshut up,â you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. youâre surprised he knows where your clit is, even.
and heâs not wrongâyouâve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.
âpretty,â he licks his lips. âwannna taste her, that okay baby?â
his eyes search yours for consent and youâre stunned for a moment as he waits for âenthusiastic consentâ. you didnât expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarityââuse your words.â
âyes. please, gojo.â
âsatoru,â he corrects you. âwant to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.â
the use of referring to your pussy as âherâ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like heâs dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.
you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that heâll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until youâre shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.
you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didnât think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesnât even stand at full mastâit fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
âletâs stop here?â he asks. âwe could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?â
you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. âiâm okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.â
satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. âtell me if you need me to stop,â he says. âjust relax. iâve got you, baby.â
you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. itâs uncomfortable, but not unbearable. âkeep going.â
one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. youâve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more⊠you wonder if itâs always going to feel like this, or if itâs just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.
he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.
that hurts, but thereâs an odd stitch of pleasure in the way heâs broken you open. âsorry,â he speaks against your lips. âitâs better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?â
you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. âyeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but iâm the only one that gets to see it.â
his arrogance pulls at your lips. âuntil i fuck the next guy.â
snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, youâre letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.
âno,â he dips his head down to bite at your neck. ânot until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but itâs not happening.â
ângh, what do you mean?â
another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. youâre sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced youâre from the heavens. ânot giving you up that easy,â he groans. âyou know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.â
your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. âwait youângh godâyou like me?â
âiâm far fucking past like,â he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know youâre close enough that heâs going to try and time your orgasms. âyouâre so perfect. so much better than i imagined.â
your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.
âsatoru iâm gonnaââ
he cuts you off with a deep kiss. itâs sex and want and lust, but itâs also soft in a way you canât describeâmaybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.
his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. itâs like he already has you mapped out, because youâre both cumming in tandem with each other before long.
a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until heâs ready to overfill you with a second load?
he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion heâll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.
âwhat are you doing?â you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.
âgonna make you cum again,â he smiles against your skin. âdidnât you hear?â
âhear what?â
he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. âthat if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, youâll fall in loooove.â
#gojo smut#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x you#jjk smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru smut#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader
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( P*SSY GOT ) PâWER !?
bad â summary. converting a loser into a munch wasnât on your yearly bingo card ( or was it ? )
content â
warnings. explicit content. mdni. foul language. situationship!gojo. college au. cunningulus. frĆtting. premature ejaculÄtion. fÄ«ngering. eventual smut. gojo pines for like 99% of the fic. he also studies in pornology. reader is kinda bratty. mention of death lightheartedly. a lot of italicized words. lowkey gojo centric? 6.4k words (bye).
renaâs â note. SATORENA COMEBACK ⊠sorta (ă»ă»?)
âgimme a kiss.â
your face scrunches before the words can express your distaste. with your hand on the handle of his carâs door, your fingers tighten around the metal bar, half tempted to leave the man at your leftâ rosy lips puckered into an obnoxious smooch.
his eyelids are shut tight as his brows furrow to the centre of his forehead, face leaned in. you chuckle at his theatrics, lifting your free hand to press your digits at his pucker. his eyelids open as his brows now loosen, âgojo, bye.â
you feel his hands wrap around your wrist, gently lifting your hand off his mouth, though your fingers hover over his lips still, âgirl.â he tilts his head to the side, emitting an aura of sass youâve yet to understand, âitâs satoru to youâ i canât even have a little one? havenât i been good all day?â
you click your tongue, âyou been runninâ your mouth all day long actually,â and before your mind can even process your following words, you focus on the way his plump lips fall into another one of his childish pouts. cute. however he chooses to take your invitation is all up to him. your eyes dart to the rosy flesh as you hum, âmhm, if only you ate pussy as good as you talk shit.â
you feel the hold on your wrist drop, as his frown switches to a blank stare. you cock a brow, watching as the hand his steering wheel tightens.
he gulps, eyes narrowing before glancing over to the leather wheel, âi, uh, donât eat pussy.â
oh. . . oh.
the slam of the car door speaks the rest for you.
âwoahâ hey!â gojo yells after you, though your figure seems to get smaller with the steps you take. in your hold is your purse, bouquet of flowers heâd bought earlier and house keys. âbaby, hold onâ this damn window,â he cusses, removing the barrier between you and him angrily. you hadnât even hesitated to exit the car, as if heâd said the worldâs most vile comment.
youâre not listening, and for some reason gojo feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. what the fuck had he said that made you all upset with him?
he watches helplessly as you insert your key into the hole. the chiming sounds of your keys serve as a reminder that he was definitely in trouble. that and he wasnât getting his damn goodbye kiss.
he sighs instead, albeit defeatedly. âam i at least gonna see you soon?â
the front door opens and you look back over your shoulder, and godâ he really thought he had it. his lips threaten to pull into a smile, ready for your little mood to be over with.
you grin and as does he. you even give him a cute wave, thank fuck, âhave yourself a nice life, baby.â
and the front door closes. damn.
â â
âyou said what?!â
gojo groans into the phone, sprawling himself on his king sized mattress that suddenly feels way to big for him alone. where were you when he needed you? oh thatâs right, âshe ghosted me! iâm blocked on all socialsâ can you believe that?â
he tried reaching out to you through texts to make sure you were feeling okay, but the shade of green told him everything he needed to knowâ especially as an apple user. he then proceeded to go through your social media, to double check his suspicions and there it was, user not found.
âuh, duh?â geto is as judgemental as ever, and gojo doesnât try to suppress the roll of his eyes. âbro, you just told the girl youâre talkinâ to that you donât give head. the fuck dâyou think was gonna happen?â
âitâs not even a big deal!â he argues because his pride in on the line, and he ignores the groan geto gives him across the phone. rude. his fingers pinch at the top of his nose bridge, âwas it really necessary to block me? literally just tell me to kill myself at this point.â
âpretty sure thatâs what she blocked you for.â geto snickers, and gojo realizes heâs lucky they arenât in person because he would have blocked him. instead he whines, pressing the speaker button before stuffing his face in his pillow. heâs probably insane but he swears thereâs a hint of your scent there, and now heâs whining louder.
âquit bitchinâ. you brought this upon yourself,â and out of spite, gojo whines louder. if his legs kick against his mattress childishly, itâs nobodyâs business but his own. the love of his life just walked out of his lifeâ give him a break. âand dude, no shade but do you really not eat pussy? are you gay or somethinâ?â
âi am notââ he cuts himself off once the sound of his own voice echoes loudly in his lonely room. geto winces and gojo bites down on his tongue before sighing. âiâm not gay. i love women only. seriously. how does not eating pussy make me gay?â
the line goes quiet, and gojo can tell getoâs making that face he makes whenever heâs finding the right words to say without offending gojo. it ticks him off. âalright, lemme counter that question with one of my own. why donât you eat pussy?â
gojo pauses. he tightens his fingers around his pillow as the question ponders. he thinks about having received head in the back of his car once, the other time in the bathroom of some frat party, and another in some girlâs bedroom. from all memories, he draws a similar conclusionâ they always come onto him first.
âi dunno.â his lips fall into a pout, tracing patterns into his pillowcase with his index. âthey never really ask, so i never bothered. that canât be weird, right? all of my hookups have consisted of them pulling my pants down. why would i refuse? i get my nut and thatâs that.â
and because geto is genuinely never on his side, âsatoru . . . eugh.â some kind of best friend is he.
âwhat?!â he hisses in retaliation, glaring at his phone as if it would solve his issues. thereâs nothing he hates more than feeling judged. âyou fucking asked!â
âcalm the fuck down,â he hears geto rolling his eyes. the white haired man huffs, the blow of air pushing his bangs up before they fall back down. okay, maybe he should calm down. whatever. âso essentially what youâre saying is youâve never been put in a position where you could eat pussy?â
something like that, âsure.â gojo nods, and he doesnât understand why geto sighs.
âwhy do i even bother?â though the answer is clear, heâs pretty sure geto was talking to himself. gojo clicks his tongue, ready to bark back but geto beats him to it. âso tell her just thatâ itâs not that you wonât give head, itâs just that you havenât given head. which still blows me, but whatever.â
âhow? remember she blocked me on everything?â the thought makes gojo whine again, throwing his limbs all over his bed. he hits his phone, then opts to grab it. âis that not entitlement? i have to bend my back all over the damn place just to get her to talk to me again?â
âsatoru, youâve literally done the same thing. donât act like youâre above it,â geto chuckles and gojo hears shuffling in the background. the ravenette sighs in relief, and he assumes heâs now in his own bed. âbesides, you fuckinâ love women who give you challenges.â
and fuck, heâs really not wrong. âyeahhh, you know me so well.â he wipes a fake tear from his eye. he rolls over onto his back, âwelp, iâm gonna log into your insta to stalk her account. i miss her so much iâm literally gonna die.â
âsatoru.â geto warns him, but gojo is quicker than that. heâs already typing your name into the search bar, username memorized as if it were his cellphone number.âi swear to god if you accidentally like her shitââ
âthanks bestie, love ya lots!â and he hangs up the phone. and with a shit eating grin, he giggles, âtime to start lurking.â
â â
so itâs been months (read: four days) since he last seen you. heâs thankful youâre at least in two of his courses, so he has some sort of opportunity to reach you. heâd spent the last months (hours) stalking your page, viewing your stories to see if thereâd been any indicator that you missed him as badly as he missed you.
and all heâs gotten so far is that you spent friday out to dinner (with him) (it was just a mirror pic of your outfit but an outfit you wore on a date with him) (you love him so bad), you had a girlsâ night on saturday with shoko and utahime (he barely registered they were in the selfie) and sunday was a study sesh you had at the cafe across the college. he had to screenshot and zoom in to ensure there were no signs of living souls in the same booth as you.
he was still in the clear. whew.
and so monday morning falls, and heâs actually rushing to get to class for once (late but as expected). the one of two classes he shares with you. he hopes heâll find you sitting in your habitual seat, not too far up close yet not too far back, and he might pull the fire alarm if he spots anybody next to you.
heâs a man on a missionâ heâs going to talk to you today. he needs to be back in your good graces. there were many things he wanted to yap to you about, many places he thought of taking you over the weekend, many moments he wanted your soft lips back on his and your gentle hand back in his own.
he misses you, damn it.
there you sit, in all your glory, shining so bright in the middle of this depressing ass psychology course in the early hours of the butt fuck morning. he sees you twirling your pen in between your fingers, your cheek leaned into the palm of your handâ and nobody by your side.
if he rushes and trips over his feet momentarily to get to you in time, itâs nobodyâs business but his own (and the girl whoâs backpack laid useless on the floor. hazard much.)
he so much as plops into the seat as he does actually sit in it, and he watches as you jerk in surprise. though, the look of surprise is quickly replaced by aloofness. you feel differentâ not entirely closed off but not as welcoming as you usually are. youâre probably still done with him.
well itâs too damn bad heâs not done with you, âgood morning, princess.â
you blink at him, before nodding your head curtly. âmorning, gojo.â and you turn your focus back onto the professor. just like that, you shut down another conversation.
he doesnât like that, and so he pokes at your side and chews at his strawberry gum. âyou blocked me on everything.â
âi did.â you answer shortly, though your eyes never leave the professor. he cannot be that interesting, who actually gives a fuck about cognitive dissonance?
âseen this new bakery shop down the street.â he tries again. âwanted to take you but that was impossible because somebody blocked me.â
âi mean, you know where i live.â you shrug, writing whatever the fuck the professor had mentioned in your notebook. wait, what? you turn your head to see him gaping at you in confusion, and you smirk at his silence.
âcat got your tongue?â you quip, amused by his stillness. your eyes sparkle mischievously, though your smile isnât entirely full. donât tell him, youâve beenâ âtoo bad itâs not mine, though.â
ohhh, you cheeky brat.
âso. . . you were never really mad at me?â gojo blinks, his mind running miles a second. nothing was adding up, he was positively certain you were cutting ties with him. âthis whole time. you werenât mad about the pussy eating comment?â
âdonât get it twisted,â you raise a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. you lift a finger in the air before pointing at him, âyou,â and then pointing at yourself âand i are done. we can still be cool but iâm not wasting my time with no bitchârespectfully.â
âso you are mad?â he asks again, disregarding the bitch comment. he knows what heâs supposed to sayâ to clarify the situation, to make it known that itâs not like heâs repulsed by the idea of giving headâ but you make it so hard to stay on track when youâre acting defiant.
suguru was rightâ he does love a challenge.
âmad?â you giggle, and gojo leans back in his seat. damn, youâre confusing. stone cold one minute but all giggly the next. itâs cool, heâll figure you out. âi ainât trippinâ babyâ if you donât wanna eat it then donât. another man definitely will.â
huh, âoh?â his eyes narrow just slightly, though the smirk on his lips never falter. he ignores the way his stomach just dropped to his ass at your implicationâ there is no way in hell is he letting another man have you. not when heâs still alive and breathing. âif you think iâm letting that happen, youâve got another thing cominâ.â
âeverything seems to be coming but me,â you bat your lashes, and damn he fell right into that one. you drop your pen down, giving him one last smile before redirecting your focus to the professor before you. âthe real question is what do you plan on doing âbout that?â
you give him no time to respond, and itâs not like he thinks he would be able to, as you begin to pack your belongings into your tote bag. youâre leaving and he barely got to say what heâd been memorizing all weekend. oh well, at least he now knows you havenât entirely cut him off.
if he doesnât knows better, it feels like you want him to chase after you.
god, he thinks heâs in love.
â â
gojo satoru is amazing at everything. there truly isnât something he can do that wonât come out spectacular. heâs gifted, that he knows much, and itâs difficult to stay humble when heâs constantly reminded of so.
âi can easily do this shit.â he mumbles to himself, cerulean eyes narrowing into focus at the bright lit screen of his ipad. his airpods are in, and heâs gonna be completely honestâ the pornstarâs screaming is starting to get on his nerve. however, heâs always been an exceptional student and when itâs time to lock in, itâs time to lock in.
his legs feel as though theyâve fallen asleep in the criss-cross position heâs been sat in on his bed for the past two hours. irrelevant, he decides as he picks at his bottom lip with his fingers. his device is running hot with how long itâs been since it last caught a break, but he had bigger issues to worry about. so, basically all he has to do is spread open her lips and go to town until she squirts? sounds simple enough.
he watches as the guy begins motorboating into the girlâs pussy andâ âdamn, that looks like it hurts.â a grimace creeps onto his face as the guy repeatedly goes ham on swollen red lips. heâs got half a mind telling him that the moans the girlâs letting out are entirely out of agony and not pleasure.
âaaaalrighty,â gojo speaks up, though to himself. ânext video, that shit was ass. pussy hurts just thinkinâ bout it, eugh.â
he finds an amateur video, and the thumbnail seemed intimate enough. after an agonizing ad of âwant a quick break from the ads?â, the video begins. the upper half of the womanâs body is cut out of frame, but sheâs laid onto her side, her backside in view. her top leg lifted just slightly, the man lays on his stomach and spreads them apart further and begins to lick.
he dives his tongue inside her cunt, not too sloppy, and gently works his way in. his thumb is caressing at her puckered forbidden zone, always gently, as his tongue glides up and down her labia.
gojo gulps. the girl makes soft sounds, hand coming down to play her the manâs hair, and he proceeds eat her out skillfully. her back arches, she whines and begs for more, and he never loses control. at some point, the hand that focused on her asshole moves up to grip at her cheeks, thus spreading her pussy lips further. sheâs already wet from a mixture of fluids, and the sound it creates is so damn obscene.
gojo gulps again, and his sweats feel tight.
before his mind can even allow it, heâs thinking of you. he thinks of you on your side, legs spread open for his disposition as he brings you this same pleasure. as he lays himself on his stomach, munching at your pussy in ways thatâll have you squirming all over his bed, squeezing your plush thighs around his head and begging for him to give you more.
he thinks of how good youâd smellâ how good youâd taste. he thinks of how nice you smell whenever you wrap your arms around his neck and he follows suit around your waist. he thinks of how sweet your lips taste when youâre straddling his thighs and slipping your tongue in his mouth.
pheromones are a crazy thing. your scent lingering in his car alone drives him insane. heâs so prone to boners around you, itâs like heâs a dog youâve trained.
and now heâs thinking he wants you in this very bed at this very instance, ipad be damned, pussy spread open so he can feast. so he can relish the sounds you make as you call out his name, enamoured by the way his tongue would flick at your clit and break open that dam of water right onto his face.
âshit.â he chucks his ipad onto the floor, cradling his head into the palms of his hands. how had he not ever wanted to do this before?
â â
he doesnât expect you to pick up. itâs far past two in the morning on a thursday night, and heâs missing you. badly. he misses you and your sweet smile. he misses you and your smart mouth. he misses you and the way your lips move so fluidly against his own, as if they were made for one another.
he really doesnât expect you to pick up.
itâs around the fifth ring that he hears your honeyed voice, âhi.â his eyes widen as he sits up from his bed in a hurry. talk about a damn surprise.
âhey.â he says back lamely, because of course he does. he feels the corner of his lips tugging into a smile and his heart is beating wildly against his rib cage. âdidnât think youâd answer.â
âmhm. so whatâd you call me for?â you sound tired, and he wonders if youâd been sleeping when he called. somehow, the thought makes his stomach churn at the implication you cut off hours of sleep for him.
âjust wanted to hear your voice.â gojo answers as honestly as he can, leaning down to rest his back back into the mattress of his bed. he shuts his eyes and imagines his arm falling asleep underneath your head, using him as a pillow. âbeen missinâ you.â
âyou literally see me every other day at school,â heâs graced with the harmonious sounds of your giggles, and he can already picture the way your shoulders shake as dimples curve into your cheeks. âyâre so fuckinâ clingy.â
he supposes he is, canât even find it in him to disagree. youâve been plaguing his mind since you cut him off (question mark) last week. he wasnât sure what kind of ban you were putting on him, but heâs been tiptoeing around his relationship with you for too long. the absence of your presence in the way he craves is driving him nuts. he misses you, damn it.
a longing sigh rips from his throat, âcanât help that i miss that ass,â he jokes instead because talking about feelings and vulnerability is wrong. âyou still owe me a goodbye kiss, yâknow? just left a poor guy hanginâ, rude.â
âhmm,â you hum lazily and he isnât sure what to expect. heâs just talking out of his ass, wants to restore that playful banter you guys had prior to this whole pussy eating messâ which heâd gladly now get on his knees and rock your fucking world. âlike i said already, you know where i live.â
âyou got one more time to say that before i show up at your doorstep for real,â gojo tests the waters, and swings his legs off his bed. heâs waiting for a sign, confirmation, anything to ensure you were being serious. late night be damned, he will show up to your door and flip your shit right then and there.
âthe fuck i gotta repeat myself for?â you sigh, and gojoâs slipping his shoes on. heâs wasting no more time, he wants you right now. âif you really missed me you would have been come see me. youâre all talk.â
âso when i yell at your doorstep to lemme eat it, donât start lookinâ at me crazyâiâm warning ya.â and with that he hangs up. heâs not leaving any more room for debates, enoughâs enough. and shit, when the fuck had he gotten bricked?
he grabs his keys and slams his door close.
â â
youâre looking at him like he grew an extra head on his shoulders overnight. heâs looking at you like the tee you have on your body decimated his entire bloodline. thereâs a heavy silence between you both, as if either one of you are expecting the other to make the first move.
âyou actually came.â you blink in mild shock, neck craning up to look him dead in the eye. heâs panting heavily, he mightâve ran here the second he could, but how could he not have?
âenough games, baby.â gojo answers instead and takes a step into your apartment. you back up in retaliation, and he takes another close step. you stay still this time. his hands sneak below the hem of your shirt and slide up to your bare waist, grabbing onto the plush flesh. you feel jolts of electricity imbedded into your skin with every lingering touch. âlemme eat it, come on. please?â
âoh?â you cock an eyebrow, raising a hand to press your palm flat against the plane of his chest. you feel his heartbeat thudding wildly. âand here i thought you were too good to stoop as low as giving women head.â
gojo clicks his tongue and tightens his hold on you. âi never said that.â
âyou basically did.â you bite back, tilting your head to the side. you see his nostrils flare a bit, âor does that rule apply with just me?â
âif it did, would i be here at three in the morning begging to eat your pussy?â gojo rolls his eyes. you open your mouth but snap it back shut and gojo decides you conceded. he lifts you from the ground and places you on his shoulder, ignoring your âput me down!â and opts to shut you up with a firm slap on your ass.
your cheeks jiggle from the impact, and his dick twitches in his briefs. as he suspected, youâve got no bottoms onâ just a cute pair of pink lace panties he wants to tear apart with his teeth. animalistic is what you make him.
âso. . . which one is your room?â he finds himself in the corridor, arm wrapped around the back of your knees. you fall limp in his hold, defeatedly as your arm lifts to point at the door at the end of the hall. he smirks and rubs at your booty, âatta girl. look at ya beinâ all obedient and shit.â
âshut up.â you huff, and he would bet a million dollars youâve got that adorable pout on your lips. the one you make whenever you donât get something done the way you planned.
your bedroom is everything he expected from you, fits your personality just about right. butârespectfully, fuck your bedroom. heâs got bigger issues to address, and that can only be done with your panties on the floor and a mouth full of your cunt. his dick is twitching uncontrollably at the thought of it alone.
âif you drop me on this bed, i swear iâm gonna kill you.â tilting your head, you warn him once he stands next to the edge of your bed frame. though a moot point, because if you know gojo as well as you think you do, youâre about to meet your duvets face first.
âmhm, what was that?â cupping a hand behind his ear, he pretends innocence then proceeds to do exactly what you warned him not to do. him and his long ass limbs, manhandling you all over the damn place as if its in his birthright. and no, it does not make your cunt clench, despite your thighs rubbing one against another. âsorry shortie, think i missed what you said.â
when youâre finally able to gain composure, you sit up on your elbows and furrow your brows in the nastiest scowl you can muster. he stands right above you, his frame so large it both annoys and turns you on. âgojo, you stupid fuckingââ
you want to slap the smile off his face. âyeah, yeah.â he cuts you off, before leaning down to hover over you. his arms are pinned at your side, upper body pressing against yours. you feel the weight of his hips pressing into your legs, and so you widen the space. he fits in just as perfectly as youâd imagined he would. the tip of his nose brushes yours, biceps flexing in your peripherals. you feel his breath fanning at your cupidâs bow, warm yet it leaves shivers creeping at your spine.
âthink you owe me somethinâ, princess.â his voice comes out in a low growl, from the depths of his chest. his presence is so dominatingâ his bulge pressed right up against your aching cunt, the feel of his heartbeat right against yours. it all feels dizzying, the scent of his cologne filling up your nostrils and clouding any better sense of judgement.
heâs teasing youâ leans in, brushes his soft lips against yours and watches as you lean forward to capture them but pulls away just in nick of time. he loves every one of your facial expressions, especially that adorable scowl of yours. he canât wait to see the faces you make when youâre in absolute bliss.
he tilts his head just slightly, practically mouthing the words into your parted mouth. and with a low chuckle, he speaks, âif you want it, take it.â
you mightâve folded first, but he kisses you back just as eagerly, lips moulding into one another. you feel him sigh into your mouth, as if youâd relieved him of all stresses weighing on his shoulders. you lift a hand to cup at the back of his neck, fingernails scratching at the undercut at his nape.
gojo shudders beneath your touch, rolling his hips deeper into yours and relishes in the way you moan softly into his mouth. he wants to drink up every single sound you make, wants to discover your bodyâs sensitive spots and maneuver them into making a mess out of you.
your neck soon begins to ache, and almost as if he can read your mind, pushing deeper into you as you fall back onto your bed. he never takes his lips off of yoursâ not when the hold in his hair lowers in favour to grip at his biceps or stroke his back, not even when your legs wrap tightly at his waist. at a particular grind, you moan louder than any other sound youâd made all night, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
âgojo,â you whine into his mouth, fingers clawing at his compression tee. he continues to roll his bulge into your clothed cunt, aiming at that spot that has you arching your back off the bed and into him. he grips a hand tightly at your plush thigh, his hold so hard youâre certain heâll leave bruises. âyou said y-youâd eat it. be a man of your, ngh, word.â
âyeah, thatâs right,â he pulls away finally, a thin string of saliva connecting both your lips. he pecks at your kiss bitten lips, the dazed look in your eyes igniting a fire deep in his gut. âgotta keep my promiseâ canât keep my baby waitinâ too long,â you feel his lips trail from the corner of your lips to the slope of your jaw, âshe gets all cranky anâ pissy.â from the column on your neck to your collarbone, âstarts gettinâ all mean with me.â
âoh my gosh, shut up!â you complain, though your hold on him tightens. you feel the vibrations of his chuckles at your jugular, followed by a deep plunge on his teeth at the thin layer of skin and another agonizingly slow grind against your clit. âfuckinââ shitâ hurry up already!â
âtsk, see what i mean?â gojo tuts, hands sliding down the curves at your torso. you feel his large fingers play with the material of your panties, rolling the lace between forefingers. the contrast of the coolness of his rings against your heated skin adds a strange stimulation to your senses. âso mouthy, âm gonna have to do somethinâ about that.â
âiâm mouthy?â you squawk, watching as he lifts your tee up from your body. he taps wordlessly at your waist and you understand to remove the article of clothing. you chuck the tee across the room, before redirecting your focus on the man peppering wet kisses all over your stomach. it leaves butterflies rattling inside. âyou literally cannot shut the fuck upâ whatâs the hold up? awe, donât tell me you canât walk the talk?â
he pauses for a bit. he doesnât let himself fall bait for your words. youâre just being brattyâ all hot and bothered and canât properly ask for what you need. you donât have to worry, heâs here entirely for your pleasure. he isnât even thinking about the way his cock throbs painfully in his boxers, doesnât even attempt to relieve it at all.
and so, he kneels at the edge of the bed. with two large hands cupping at your hips, he pulls you closer to him and rests your thighs on his shoulders. he watches as your chest rises up and down, and you prop yourself back onto your elbows.
your eyes are misty, your lips swollen and wet, your hair a mess and your neck littered in marks that scream gojo. you already look fucked out and he hadnât done shit. god, he canât wait to stuff his face between your thighs.
âi got you baby,â he drags his index finger right in the center of your cunt. he can both feel and see the material dampen with your arousal, your hips squirming as you chase for more. he licks his lips as he narrows in on the treasure, he swears he hears his stomach growling. âpromise i do. just relax for me, yeah?â
âwhatever.â you mumble, and comply to his order. he calls you a good girl, before stroking at your clit some more. the reactions you give will forever be imprinted in his mind, fleeting touches already granting him the opportunity to hear your delicate voice once more. you may be impatient but gojo is worse, and he decides that he wants to see your cunt now. he pushes your panties to the side, and the sight heâs rewarded with nearlyâ nearly, had him cumming right on two knees.
gojo gulps. âholy shit,â he feels his voice waver in excitement, eyes widened as he stares dead on. your cunt clenches around nothing from the switch of temperature, oozing more of your arousal down to your sheets. your pussy lips are puffy, clit sitting atop so prettily and damn, he wants to hump something.
he isnât sure why but you try to close your thighs together, rude much, though gojo is much stronger. he keeps them spread wide, and shoots you a look. âdo not.â
âtsk.â you click your tongue, looking away. and, oh, are you shy? âstop staring, you fuckinâ weirdo.â
heâs too far enamoured by the slick dribbling from your tiny hole down the crack of your ass. it trickles so tauntingly, that he finds himself nearly jealous. he wishes he could be thereâ oh wait, âjust appreciatinâ my meal before i eat, sue me.â
the pad of his thumb collects your juices before popping it into his mouth. âwow,â he mumbles, more so to himself, at your taste bursting onto his taste buds. itâs so undoubtedly you, a raw and truthful you, and he gives you no warning before diving right in.
âfuckkk,â you throw your head back, hand flying to grab at the nearest thing in your vicinityâ which so happens to be tousled, fluffy hair.
so, first time for everything right? but gojo maneuvers his way into your pussy as if heâd done this before. he starts off with kitten licks, teasing you some more before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down your lips. he swallows and moans into your cunt, fingers digging deep into the back of your thighs.
heâs practically making out with your pussy. he doesnât neglect any area, not even the clit surprisingly, as he latches his lips to the bundle of nerves and lightly nibbles. now that has your back arching and pushing his head deeper into you. if there was a way to go in life, heâd gladly take this death.
heâs so painfully hard it hurts, unable to control the way his hips grind against the bed frame. your scent is driving him feral, the way you tug on his hair harshly has his balls tightening and the way you cry out his name makes him want to imprint his name inside of you.
âs-satoru!â oh god, youâve done it. you finally said his first name and heâs this close to painting his briefs white in shame. he continues to flick his tongue inside your hole and similar strokes to his humping. âyouâre doinâ sâgooddd baby, shit!â
keep praising him and heâs gonna bust. he lifts himself away from your pussy, eyeing the gooey center almost offensively, âwhy the fuck do you taste so good?â he lands a wad of spit down, as he brings two digits to properly rub his saliva into your essence. the sounds it produces are so wet, itâs damn near filthy. he clicks his tongue, âseriously. âs makinâ me mad almost.â he slaps at your cunt twice, watching how your spray down his wrist.
âyou s-sure this is your first, hnng, time?â you accuse, to the best of your abilities, as you feel him slip a finger in. youâre so lubricated, the slip inside was easy. pushing past that first ring of muscle, heâs pumping in and out of your cunt with precision, curling his digit as if heâs aiming to find a specific area. âyâknow too muchâ mmph, fuckinâ liar.â
when he thrusts into a specific angle, your thighs tremble terribly around his head. he smirks, found it. âwatched a lotta porn.â and he isnât lying, he thinks back to how he studied the arts of cunningulus, and recalls the double combo. he has to try it, so heâs back to sucking and nibbling at your clit while adding an extra finger inside.
âoh my goddd,â you whine, feeling your limbs liquify in heat from every extremity. he pushes your knee further into your chest, and so you grab ahold of both your thighs. he hums approvingly, dragging his free hand along the soft skin of your legs. âdonâtâ donât stop, please donât stop,â
your toes are curled, back off the mattress and the pain in his scalp is shooting straight down to his cock. heâs rutting and rutting into the wooden frame, the flat surface painfully teasing though it does do the job. or maybe he has you to blame.
he feels saliva dripping down his chin, the way his tongue slides into your folds and feels his knuckles in there. his fingers move in scissoring motions, rotating circles, in and outâ all the while repeatedly attacking your golden spot.
you severely underestimated him, and can barely process the orgasm that rips through you when he presses a hand onto your lower belly, ââm cumming, fuck, ngh, donât stopââ and you wail, fingernails clawing intensely into his tresses, torn between pushing him away and pulling him in closer. he decides to make that decision for you, stuffing himself as deep as possible to not miss a single drop, and your thighs clench against his ears.
so, gojo satoru is a shameless man. as you flood into his mouth and onto his face, grinding out your orgasm and using him as nothing but a toy for your own highâ somewhere along the lines, he feels his briefs are sticky. he moans sluttily into your pussy, hips twitching incessantly as his cock shoots loads of nut into his boxers.
it feels like an eternity yet simultaneously a second when youâve come down from your high, body twitching as gojo slows down his movements, his finger pumps gradually lessening in intensity and the kitten licks on your abused clit coming to a halt.
his face is soaked. his skin feels moist and damp, a thick air of humidity beginning to grow in the room, but he genuinely couldnât care less. his eyes are stuck on you, limbs sprawled out limply against your bed, your chest heaving, tiny breaths coming out of your mouth.
he slides out his aching fingers, and pops them back in his mouth, tongue wrapping around his digits so eagerly, basking in your taste once more. absolutely divine,
âchrist, iâd make a nasty pornstar.â
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Lying To Himself
Content: in which toji is left alone and how he deals with your temporary absence
You have to leave for two weeks, something about a mission in another city. Your boyfriend, Toji, swears it'll be okay, even insists that time will pass by in a blink of an eye.
ââm not a fucking child, ma. Iâll be fine. Just take care, yeah?â
And so, you peck him on his lips and wave goodbye before you get in the car. Then youâre disappearing in the distance. Toji shrugs, going back in feeling pretty excited to have the house to himself for two weeks â this has never happened before. As he sits on the couch, bottle of beer in one hand and tv remote on the other, he thinks about all the things he can do now.
The toilet seat can stay up, the bins will be full for longer, same goes for the dirty dishes in the sink, and he can watch whatever he wants; no more of those sappy romcoms with predictable plots and cheesy lines.
ââs gonna be fun,â he mutters, a growing grin on his face.
A couple days pass in relative silence, he stays out late, sleeps till noon and eats all the junk youâve banned from the house. Toji cooks all the steak he wants and leaves the beer bottles to collect dust on the coffee table. And he accepts every invitation from his buddies to go out for drinks, watch basketball at the bar, and plays a couple games too.
He stays up all night, on the evenings he's not getting stupid drunk, playing videogames -- the violent ones you cringe at. During the day, he walks around the place in just his boxers, sometimes not even that, and it's liberating. All a man needs is to be free to be balls naked in their own kitchen.
"You're not missing her at all?" Shiu asks, smoke blowing in his face as they stand in the back alley, leaning against the wall of the bar.
Toji snorts. "What am I? Five years old? I can last a couple weeks without being sappy."
His friend gives him a look, half amused, half disbelieving and a hundred percent smug. None of them miss the death grip he has on his phone, the way his knee is bouncing, and how he isn't even looking at the hot chicks that sway their asses as they walk by.
Itâs been great. Really fucking great.
You havenât been texting much. Sure, you check in here and there, letting him know youâre alright, youâre safe, and making sure heâs watered your plants. However, there are rarely any opportunities for phone calls longer than five minutes, no FaceTime either, and sometimes he goes to sleep without a âgoodnightâ from you.
Itâs fine.
At least, he can sleep at whatever time he wants without you whining about needing cuddles.
More days pass just like that.
And now heâs rarely leaving the house, finding his drunk friends boring and obnoxiously loud. Itâs like he's suddenly realised theyâre kinda fucking stupid. He starts to get sick of all the steak and fried chicken and takeaway, and instead heâll text you for the recipe of your lasagne or that smoothie you make him in the mornings thatâs always greener than the last.
His feet tap on the floor when you donât reply straight away. And when his phone lights up, he practically dives for it and grips it tight in his palm, screen threatening to crack when itâs not from you.
âGod fucking dammit, Shiu. Donât fucking talk to me if itâs not important.â
The movies heâs been dying to watch are pretty shit. Thereâs no depth, no proper pacing, and the dialogueâs cheesy as fuck. Usually, youâd throw popcorn at the screen and complain about all those things, but he finds that he has to mutter them to himself for white noise. Even smirks when he thinks he got it exactly right, guessing what youâd say as if youâre yapping right in his ear.
âSheâd totally find that shit stupid. And that blood looks fake as fuck. What was the fucking budget for this shit?â
Most of the phone calls on his history log are from him, more reds than greens. What the fuck have they got you doing over there anyways?
When you do reply to his âgânightâ and âhey, sleep well?â, heâll have a go at you for taking so damn long. Itâs just fucking ridiculous that youâre clearly sleeping well when he has to hit the gym and tire himself out to even get an hour of shut eye nowadays. Sometimes, he canât even get any and he just paces the length of the living room waiting for a notification from you to pop up.
âFucking come on! Y'r phone better be dead or something.â
Toji hates having dinner on the table; the seat opposite him is empty, the placemat bare and he feels a freaky fucking soreness in his chest. When that happens, he never finishes his dinner. Must be a symptom of early heart disease. Gotta talk to the doctors about that.
Instead, he eats on the sofa or in his car.
Eventually, you find time to speak to him for an hour, recounting all the crazy things youâve seen and had to do. He doesnât interrupt, he just grunts here and there, not even really listening but he urges you to keep talking when thereâs a pause, like youâre unsure if youâre talking too much. And when you try to turn the conversation on him, asking about his day, he gives one word answers and then throws you another question.
âYeah?â He grunts. âWhat else? Speak up, ma. Wanna hear ya. Dâya go to that shop? Yeah? Yâ buy anything? Send me a picture.â
He gets two nights of decent sleep after that.
But thenâŠ
The guys at work know better than to open their fat mouths around him when he turns up with an extra wrinkle and a ticking in his jaw. Toji is somehow even more sadistic and violent and eager for blood. Even finally accepts their invitation to go out for drinks and drowns himself in the extra strong shit. Assuming he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, they donât question his sour mood.
But what they donât know is that you texted, just a day before youâre set to come back, to let him know youâre staying another week.
Fucking texted.
Didnât even get to hear it from your own voice.
He buries himself in more work and stays at the gym for even longer, pushing his body so far, his mind quiets down and he donât gotta think about the fact that heâs started sleeping on your side of the bed, that the house is losing your scent, and that divot on the couch where you always sat has flattened out.
Everyone knows heâs losing his mind. They can tell by the dark circles under his eyes and the fact that heâs started snapping at women who are either flirting or just doing their jobs. And sometimes they even have to block his view of couples practising PDA. Thatâs the closest to hell they ever want to get around Toji. Suddenly, everyoneâs hoping you throw the guy a bone and send a nude or something. Literally anything to rein him back in.
The day comes, though, when youâre finally returning home.
âYâ sure? Not gonna flake again? Be fucking sure, ma. Alright, get back safe.â
Toji throws all the rubbish out, washes the dishes and dries them, double checks that the toilet seat is down, and heâs followed your recipe for beef stew to the letter â itâs cooking in the oven, and it looks fucking great. Even exfoliated in the shower like youâve been asking him to, almost took off an entire layer of skin. He doesnât want to admit he feels pretty fucking fresh.
The door handle rattles.
He sits up. And then stands. Walks over to the front door, arms crossing and then uncrossing.
Youâre here.
âHey, Tojiââ
Your greeting is smothered in his chest as he threatens to suffocate you with the hardest bear hug in the whole world. And though heâd never hurt you, if you werenât a sorcerer, youâd have been in big trouble.
âYâ hungry? Or yâ wanna shower first?â
His hands are all over you, lifting your chin to search your face for any scratches, even squishes your cheeks to be sure, and heâs patting you down for bruises or just to make sure all your limbs are intact. Thereâs a frown on his lips and itâs pretty darn cute.
âAw, Toji, baby. Did you miss me?â
âNo.â
You roll your eyes. âYeah, yeah, I know. Youâre not a child, blah blah blah.â
Walking past him to take your shoes off, hang your coat and roll your suitcase to the side, youâre inhaling the air and moaning about the delicious food in the oven. Oh, God. Youâve been craving homemade food for so long now. You might actually die if you donât eat.
âCome here.â Your eyes dart to him, still standing by the doorway, fists clenching and unclenching. Toji looks furious. You look closer. No, he looksâŠembarrassed? âSaid come here, ma.â
âWhy?â You ask, head titling in curiosity and slight suspicion.
He grunts. âWhat? I gotta spell it out for ya?â
Laughing, you tap your foot on the ground and retort back, âYeah, you might because you need to have a good reason for keeping me from both a good shower and a warm meal.â
Toji rolls his eyes and stalks over to you, yanking you back to his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and keep you still. Itâs much softer than before, but you feel the same sense of passion, something that verges on desperation.
Itâs almost likeâŠ
No.
It canât be.
Oh, but when you feel his face bury itself in your neck and you hear that long inhale, followed by a deep groan vibrating through his chest, youâre absolutely sure.
Toji missed you.
An overwhelming feeling of love fills you, so does a sense of victory, and you just hug him back, inhaling deeply too. He smells like home, like reluctant cuddles, pats on the ass, and early morning sex. You thought youâd have the most trouble in the two weeks, which turned into three, but as it turns out, he didnât fare much better.
Though heâd never admit it with his own mouth, his body betrays him.
Toji doesnât let you get very far without a hand on you somehow, whether thatâs a hand on your thigh as you eat dinner side by side, instead of across from each other, or you sitting on his lap as you watch the movie you want to watch. He even waits on the toilet lid as you shower, though that only lasts a couple minutes before heâs stripping and joining you.
âYâr not washing yâr hair right,â he tuts.
Getting into bed is even worse because heâs practically lying on top of you the whole night, still sniffing your neck, and with his hands exploring your body. Not really in a sexual way, which is odd for him, but as if he just wants to feel you. He wants to feel your warmth, your softness, and reassure himself youâre home.
Soon, heâs out cold and you mumble a goodnight against his forehead.
He wakes up feeling completely refreshed, like a newborn, stretching and grinning about getting ready with the day, and frowns when youâre still fast asleep. Part of him wants to make sure youâre getting your rest, but that part doesnât win for very long and the much bigger part is shaking you awake.
âCome on, ma. Fucking bored here. Wake up, yeah? Letâs get some breakfast. Wanna talk to ya.â
And when you do wake up, grumbling at how loud heâs being, he ignores the glares youâre giving and the swatting of his hands. Toji gives you a rare, wide, toothy smile and he says,
âThereâs my gorgeous girl. Good morning, baby.â
Yeah, this man totally missed you.
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This is some shit Johnny would say, it just is I'm sorry.
Johnny hates your new boyfriend. It burns in his loins every time you come over and complain about something stupid the git said. So often that now when you take a particularly large sigh, he's immediately asking "fuckin' 'ell, what he do this time eh?"
It hurts even more when you gush about something "good" your boyfriend did, even when it's just the bare minimum. Yeah he opened the door for you on a date? Did you know that Johnny would have lifted up the globe had you asked him? Do you have any idea the things he would do if you so much as asked? No you didn't, because he was fairly certain you only saw him as your good friend, as you had been for years.
And Jesus did it infuriate him when you "laughed" your boyfriend's pitiful excuses for a joke. It wasn't your real laughter, it was a kind of controlled giggle. Johnny knew a couple words from him could have you full on belly laughing, gripping onto the nearest surface (usually his arm) to steady yourself. The worst part of it was, the sorry excuse of a man that had wormed his way into your life looked so proud of himself when you gave that fake laugh. Johnny wanted to wipe that grin off his face so bad. But he behaved himself, for you...most of the time, but this is Johnny we're talking about, he's nothing if not petty.
He pretends to like your sorry excuse of a boyfriend in front of you so that you invite him on your dates because you hope they can be friends. Johnny just wants to ruin things
When you make food, Johnny is there. Reminding your boyfriend he would never be the first person to try your recipes.
"Added some pepper since las' time aye lass?"
He then proceeds to taste test form the same spoon as you, side eyeing your "man".
And when you do serve the food, he eats 10x more than he usually does which is saying a lot for him. Just has to mention how many calories he's been burning at the gym lately. Does your boyfriend work out? Oh he doesn't? Hm, interesting.
Also the king of flirty jokes but turns it to 100 when he's around your new boyfriend.
"Jesus, you eat like a horse"
"Aye 's not the only thing about me thas' like a horse"
All said with that shit eating grin he knows pisses your boyfriend off.
Johnny knows this "relationship" (he refuses to believe you actually like the tadger) isn't going to last long anyway. He's the only person who could ever make you truly happy. The only person you'd wait for at the airport every time he got back from deployment. The only person you'd text out of no where at 3am to tell him you were hungry. He just had to help you see it was all and scare off your pathetic partner. If he couldn't manage it, he knew a couple big scary guys that could follow him home at night.
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Like A Fever
Synopsis. What was sweeter - you or the aphrodĂsiacs that they just so happened to take? Well, only one way to find out.
Pairings. Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, brĂ©eding, aphrodĂsiacs, cĂșmplay, needy desperate boys, oral (male + female receiving), spitting, overstimming, Geto is kinda mean, voyeurĂsm (Chosoâs), semi-public (Nanamiâs), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.6k
A/N. Gojoâs came out accidentally a bit fluffy whoopsies.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Like candy
âYa better clean your act up, doll.â he chuckles darkly in your ear, lips dragging down your neck. âSâbad manners, yâknow?â
Telling you to clean your act up when he was the one making such a mess of you? Oh you could just smack him for that little comment - well, if he didnât have you folded in half and split apart on his throbbing cock, that is.
And maybe he senses it - you wouldnât be surprised. Because Tojiâs giving a playful bite to your bottom lip, humming into your open mouth, âWhat? Got something to say to me?â As if to support his point, he pulls out - just enough that his cum dribbles down your shaky legs. âHad me eat that damn chocolate nâ now youâre giving me attitude?â
Only a souvenir from the way heâd gone so feral with just one bite, filling you up over and over until you were left wondering whether it was more the aphrodisiac or that Toji just liked seeing your poor pussy so overfilled and bloated.
âN-no.â you manage to get out.
âGood. Because Iâm not done yet.â
Itâs all thatâs said before heâs pulling out. Completely.
A disappointed little whine leaves your lips before you even realize whatâs happening. And youâre left clenching so greedily around nothing, thick globs of cum landing in a pool on the drenched sheets below.
âNo- come back-.â If you were in any better state of mind youâd almost be embarrassed about how pathetically you were begging for something- anything. Just anything but for Toji to pull away, kissing down your body until he was face-to-face with your dripping cunt.
But did he listen? Of course not. Because it you were such a fucking vision down there, it was almost hard to look - your pretty pussy all painted white with his cum, seeping into your skin.
And Tojiâs so fucking hypnotized that he doesnât even give you a warning before plunging nose-deep, unable to even think about bringing himself to be disgusted. No, the only thing on his mind was to bully his tongue through your swollen folds, dipping just into your sloppy entrance and ah-
He groans into your cunt as he tastes himself. Tastes you.
Sweet. You were so fucking sweet.
So pretty falling apart on his tongue as he laps up your juices like a man possessed. All your cute, broken little moans going straight to his aching dick. All that cum from before? It wouldnât go to waste.
âShit.â you flinch as he hisses out little profanities into your sensitive pussy, âYâtaste so good, so mine.â Words slurred and unfocused, like the chocolate was getting to him - or maybe it was how pussydrunk he was now.
Toji is grinning, you can feel it on your throbbing clit as he wraps his lips around it - clearly having way too much fun with this. And shit you could almost cry from the overstimulation - walls fluttering sensitively around his relentless tongue.
âCâmon, doll.â Tojiâs grunting and smacking his lips against your own. âGive it tâme. Wanâ it all.â
And he was so fucking messy with it too - Toji always was, but right now it was like he couldnât decide where to go next. Stretching you out, dipping inside your slutty hole, swirling his tongue against your ravaged clit over and over and-
âYes! Yes yes yes-â your body jerks violently. Shaking, bucking your hips into his touch so desperately. âFeels so fucking good- donâ stop-.â
âSo demanding.â he tuts mockingly around your dripping entrance, the vibrations sending white-hot jolts of electricity up your spine. But heâs becoming frenzied now, drinking in your cute little whimpers like he was addicted. It wasnât enough - it never might be and fuck Toji wanted more.
To taste it more. To have you like this - big fat tears dripping down your cheeks, pussy trying to suck up his hot tongue so needily, so hard that it was almost difficult to tonguefuck you into insanity. Half-lucidly, you wondered whether his jaw wasnât tired, tongue cramping up.
And honestly Toji could stay here on his knees for hours, just teasing you with his tongue - but no, there was something else more important.
âShit- Toji, mâclose mâ-â
Without another word, heâs pulling away. Disappointment quickly turning into anticipation at the sheer sight of his face glossed so prettily with your juices, messy and dripping all the way down his chin. You gulp as Toji swipes his tongue across his lips, savoring every last drop of you.
âYouâre welcome, I cleaned up your act.â His fist wraps around his still-achingly hard cock, eyes locked on you like a predator cornering his prey, âNow sâtime fâme to mess it all up again.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Impatient!
âMy love,â he whispers against your ear, barely audible above the bustling office party. One hand reaching down oh-so-covertly to cup your ass against that sinfully thin dress. âIf I donât fuck you right now, I think I might just fuckinâ lose it.â
Oh.
Which is how you found yourself shoved against the wall of the nearest bathroom, the tile cool against your skin. Barely even fully inside before Nanami - desperate and already fumbling with his belt - is swiftly locking the door.
âK-Kento- ah-â you gasp, the words dying in your throat as he shoves your dress up. Bothering just enough to pull aside your panties before spitting on your poor pussy from behind. Once. Twice. Missing on purpose to let a steady stream of saliva and slick trail filthily down your quivering thighs. âPeople are gonna- hah- wonderâŠâ
God, your head was spinning - Nanami was so fucking filthy right now, all sloppy desperation where he was usually suave kisses, playing you like a fine instrument during sex.
âLet them.â he groans against your ear. Smearing his spit all over your pussy, toying with you in a way that was so maddening. âI jusâ need you right- fuck, right now. Jusâ relax fâme, darling.â
You scoff, both as impatient and needy as you were confused. âKento, you ngh- drag me out here and tell me to relax?â Clenching so desperately around nothing as he drags his swollen tip up and down your folds, sliding it so lewdly in-between. âWhy donât you just fuck me alre-â
Because the words are barely out of your mouth before heâs pushing in, inching inside just slow enough that he wouldnât hurt his pretty girl.
âOh! Shit- ah fuck fuck. Sâtoo- nghâ you can barely form coherent sentences at just the stretch.
âBig?â heâs huffing out a laugh as you keen at the stretch, as if your walls arenât sucking him in so obscenely, hips bucking up mindlessly for more. âYâcan take it, I know- you can-â
Thrusting only in quick, shallow little jabs of his hips, like he was trying to stop some utterly depraved part of himself from fucking into your cute pussy until you were screaming his name. Not even wanting to give you time to adjust because shit he needed this- wanted this so bad-
Smack!
A hand comes down on the wall just inches away from your head, like a desperate attempt to collect himself.
âMmm- Kento.â you groan, drunk off the way he was filling you up so good. Full. So full - and he wasnât even halfway in. wanting more. Veins pulsing against your walls in a dizzying thump! thump! thump! to which your sanity was slowly dancing away from you.
âY-yes?â
You turn around to bat your lashes at him, âJust fuck me the way I know you want to.â
Itâs like something snapped - maybe Nanamiâs restraint, maybe his sanity, definitely you by the end of this.
âWell then,â he hums, dangerously low. Looping two strong arms around your waist so you canât escape. Tight, grip almost bruising. âWhat mâgirl wants, sheâs gonna-â Immediately reeling his hips back all the way till his weeping tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance. â-get.â
And God Nanami might be pussydrunk out of his mind, but whatever was left of that rational part of his mind had him shoving his fingers inside your mouth. Muffling the delicious little moan that rips from your throat as he finally bottoms out.
Stretching you to insanity, heavy balls smacking your ass so hard you were sure it would leave marks.
âYâknow, thank fuck for Higuruma. Didnât think youâd be taking it like such a little slut in the bathroom if he hadnât slipped me that chocolate.â Not even giving you the time adjust before he was ramming his cock into you, whispering in your ear in such a mean little tone. âBetter be thankful now, since mâgoing easy on you-â
A shiver runs down your spine - maybe at his words, maybe at the way he was fucking you liked he hated you. Not even letting you breathe with the way he had his hips smacking yours, tip kissing your cervix, fingers poised on your throbbing clit.
Ready to break - to ruin you.
â-because we havenât even gotten home, yet.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - "Shut up and cum."
âItâs probably not even that bad, right?â
Oh, you shouldnât have said that - you really, really shouldnât have said that.
Because now, not only was Geto Suguru reeling from the after-effects of swallowing some damned lust curse - he was also going to make you bear the brunt of it. And the words have barely left your mouth before heâs pushing you onto the nearest flat surface - eyes dazed, hair untied, looking miles away as he all but rips off your shorts and drenched panties with it.
Whispering hotly against your ear, âYouâre going to fucking regret that.â
That was over an hour ago. Probably, you were too far gone to keep track of the time at this point.
Because what you certainly didnât expect was to still have Geto buried in your poor, abused cunt, ramming into you from behind like a fucking animal. So hard you were sure it left marks - your thighs on his, his balls on your ass, fingers on your hips.
So debauched and merciless that all you can do is let out a pathetic little ah! ah! ah! each time his angry tip kisses your cervix. Words cracking as you manage to get out, âS-Sugu-â
âShut up.â Voice so jagged and hoarse that it takes you a second to realize that itâs your boyfriend. Hips only getting sloppier as he speeds up - his only response.
You were getting fucked by your boyfriend - but it didnât feel like your boyfriend. Just a madman out to ruin your ravaged pussy. Heâs been teasing you this whole time - toying with your pretty pussy like his favorite fucktoy. Always stopping just when you were about to cum. Driving you mad so torturously slow.
âBut Sugu~â you yelp, and he gives your ass a sharp smack. A warning - but you still plow on, hoping to speak some sense back into the man. âA-all I said was-â
âDidnât I fucking tell you to shut up?â
Honestly, Geto doesnât even know why heâs mad - he loves you. He loves when you talk. He loves when youâre all needy for him. But itâs just that his cock was so hard it felt like he was about to fucking explode - and that there was no better cure for that than seeing you all breathless and crying to cum.
Is he being a bully? Yeah. Does it make his balls squeeze so painfully hard watching you try and play with your pretty clit? Only for him to smack your hand away? Fuck yeah.
Which is why he canât take his eyes off the heavenly sight of you spread so shamefully, sloppy and wet enough that youâre dripping all over him. Face scrunched into such an adorable pout while he massages your plushy walls, trying to milk something delicious..
So fucking pretty. It almost makes him wanna play nice.
âA-all ya gotta do- ngh-â you were milking him so good it was almost impossible for Geto to form coherent sentences. â-is shut up and take it. Sâthat so hard? Hah-â Hips are erratic now, fucking any and every thought out of your mind. âRunning your mouth for what? Just lemme take care of you, gorgeous.â
Itâs all you can do to not sob in desperation, hips grinding down traitorously on his cock in an attempt to meet his merciless cadence. You donât even have to think about it - just some primal, pathetic part of yourself trying to get off.
Surprisingly, Geto lets you - maybe heâs reached his limit, too.
Because heâs letting you reach out an angle his hips, nails digging into his slutty waist. Just trying to fuck yourself deeper. Harder - the way you knew would have him hitting just the right spots that have you-
Heâs stopped.
âNow now, what did I say?â Getoâs tutting mockingly, lips curling into such a cruel little smile. And when he looks down at you, you donât know whether itâs the aphrodisiac or that sadistic little part of himself taking over. Lips ghosting so gently over yours, âIf youâre that impatient then make the both of us cum. Now. Or youâre not cumming at all.â Oh. He definitely hasnât reached his limit - and you think he wonât stop until heâs broken yours.
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Not enough (never is)
âPlease, baby.â Choso lets out a broken little grunt, milking his base tighter. Back arching off the bed each time his fist flies up and down his swollen cock, âC-canât hah- cum without you.â
God, fuck you and your secret âspecial chocolateâ stash.
Well, Choso wishes he could fuck you right now, because only one bite of that little pink chocolate that heâd found all the way in the back of the refrigerator and thatâs all he could think about.
So here he was - pants thrown across the room, boxers shoved down to his ankles. One hand wrapped around his cock, the other trying to muffle those pathetic moans leaving him each time he came at the thought of you. You, looking so unfairly pretty, flashing him that sultry smile before you left for work. You, how much better youâd look on your knees with that smile wrapped around his cock. Looking up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you choke around him - oh, how badly he just wants to steal you away from your workplace.
Trying so desperately to chase- which orgasm was it this time? He didnât even know, doesnât even think his fried brain could count right now.
Ah, who gives a shit - Choso just canât help himself, okay? It wasnât enough. Never will be - he could cum at just the thought of you over and over again until he physically couldnât anymore.
âShit.â Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Choso fights back a groan as he reaches a hand up to teasingly thumb under his slit. âWanâ your ngh- sweet lips w-wrapped around me.â
âIs that so, Cho?â
Your thighs squeeze together at the way Choso twitches so sensitively in his hands just at the sound of your voice. So red and so so angry, hard enough that you wondered whether it was painful. Eyeing everything from the way he was sprawled so pretty across your bed, a delicate flush spreading all over his body. Fist stalling - but still not stopping - at the sight of you.
Your boyfriend manages to grit out, hips stuttering as he fucks his fist faster and faster, chest heaving, eyes locked on you. âY-youâre early?â
âMhm. Seems youâve been busy?â you purr, walking ever-so-slowly into the heady room. Giving him a big, pouty look you knew heâd like. âWithout me?â
And oh he lets out a broken moan of your name. Only getting sloppier - precum glistening all the way down his wrist, erratic with no rhythm like he was desperate to fuck something so delicious out. Something you really wanted to see.
âNgh- didnât mean to, baby.â But he didnât mean it, too focused on the way you were walking so agonizingly slowly towards him. âC-couldnât stop mm- thinking of you.â
Ah, Choso was so pretty - delicate tears streaming down his face, cheeks flushed, hair undone. So overstimulated and needy that you just couldnât not tease him. Just a little bit.
âGuess you snuck into my secret stash, huh?â You get down on your knees between those thick, muscled thighs, running your hands up and down his milky skin. âWhat do we say then, Cho?â
Heâs letting out a throaty moan of your name, balls squeezing so fucking painfully at the heavenly below him. What heâs wanted for so long.
So pathetically needy the way he inches his aching cock closer, precum dripping down your tongue, sliding all the way down your throat. Drip! Drip! Drip! So sweet and addictive - but still not giving into what he wanted so badly. âS-sorry-â
âLouder.â
âMâsorry- hngh- baby.â
âThen cum, fâme, Cho. All over mâface.â
And with that, Chosoâs painting your pretty face white with him cum. Untouched. At the mere sight of you on your knees. So fucking messy with the way he was pumping out thick, hot cum. Rope after rope on your tongue - so hard and violent as if he hadnât spent the last hour cumming all over his fist.
Because shit nothing was better than seeing you suck him dry, swallowing every drop like you couldnât get enough. Especially when youâre letting his seed drip all the way down your chin, looking up at him with delirious, cockdrunk eyes as you spit on his length. Once. Twice.
Palms smearing the saliva and cum along his throbbing length. Making him feel so fucking dirty as you give his pretty pink tip a chaste kiss. Swirling your tongue under the slit just the way heâd done before.
Letting out a muffled little, âStarted without me nâ I think you gotta pay the price, hm?â
Yeah, itâll never be enough with you.
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Easy girl
âOut.â
At first, everyone froze.
It wasnât unusual for the king of curses to rasp out a command, let alone tell everyone in his throne room to leave. But it was the way he said it - like heâd fucking snap anyoneâs neck if they didnât. And only one look at you - standing doe-eyed and uncertain at the doorway, thighs quivering ever-so-slightly - had everyone running out the room before Sukuna decided to wipe them out. Or worse.
âKunaâŠâ you huff, shuffling to sit so prettily on his lap once you two were left alone. Nuzzling the crook of his neck, âMissed you.â
Ah, he loved you like this.
You feel Sukunaâs muscled chest rumble with a laugh, pushing you to rest against his pecs as large hands come to rest on your ass. Squeezing and kneading with no care for any marks. âIs that all, brat?â He hums lazily, rocking your hips lazily right where his twitching cock was. âCuz I can feel how wet that lilâ pussy is nâ I think she has something to tell me.â
And it was true - God, you were so needy and dripping all over Sukunaâs lap. Grinding your hips deliriously to meet his, not even realizing those broken little whimpers leaving your mouth. Shit, you were so far gone. And he knew that.
âI-â you choke, feeling Sukunaâs cock swelling and hardening beneath your throbbing pussy. â...mightâve snuck into the kitchens. Uraume gave me some chocolate and Iâve been feeling so weird ever since.â
Oh, you were so cute. Big fat tears clinging to your lashes while you humped him like a bitch in heat - Sukuna just canât stop himself from pulling aside your drenched panties. In awe at the way the flimsy fabric barely did anything to hide your pretty cunt, sticky and glistening so sloppily.
âThat explains it.â
Rip!
And itâs all thatâs said before Sukuna is just tearing your poor panties off, looping it around your neck to pull you closer with it.
Losing his patience with each pathetic little whine spilling from your lips, the way he could feel your pulse around. So delicate and urgent. The way just one tight pull could have you gasping breathlessly.
âMy pretty baby was needy, huh?â he chuckles, breath hot against your skin. Letting out a cruel laugh as he thumbs your swollen folds open, circling Ăżour sopping hole, âTell me.â Biting down your neck, âWhat do you want to do about it, brat?â
You bat your lashes up at him, fabric tightening around your neck. âWanâ your cock, Kuna.â
Sukuna didnât have to be asked twice - because what his cute lilâ human wants, sheâll get. And before you can even react, heâs shifting around his robe just enough for his cock to spring free. Already soaked with precum - or maybe that was your slick.
And shit it doesnât take him even a second to stuff your tight cunt so full. Have you keening at the sheer stretch as he fucks you in shallow, mindless little grinds to squeeze himself inside your plushy walls. Desperate.
Because Sukuna was big, so big that you never got used to that no matter how many times he played with your pretty pussy. Used to a few tears, a few lilâ whines of âSâtoo big, Kuna!â.
But, now, you were sucking him up so well. Milking his thick cock so well with no preparation, head thrown back and fucking yourself in mindless little bounces to meet his. Like the perfect little slut that Sukuna knew you were.
Sukunaâs mouth drops into a soft little oh! at how quick he bottoms out - the fastest he ever has. You were taking him so good into your sloppy pussy.
Shit, did you even know what you were doing?
âF-fuck, maybe you should have those chocolates more often, huh?â Sukuna mutters with a strange sort of reverence.
Of course, the only response he gets is an incoherent little babble of something - something that went straight to his heavy balls. Too busy with fucking yourself onto his thick cock, already buried so deep inside you, but still pushing relentlessly.
Hips stuttering and leaking your sweet, sweet so sloppily juices all over his thighs. So good but still not enough - still trying to take him deeper. Faster. Needing this more and more by the second.
âCâmon now.â he muses, fucking his hips to meet your filthy cadence, grip tightening around your panties, a signal to answer. And you gasp - both for air and because you feel like youâre literally burning from the inside.
âAh- fuck fuck fuck I- wanââ Nails raking down his shoulder, messily kissing his lips. A desperate attempt to try and tell him what you really want - and he understands. Of course, he does. âPlease.â
Which is probably why Sukunaâs laughing at your pathetic state. Too cockdrunk to speak, huh? Spreading your thighs even farther, so much so that it burned. Hands so bruisingly tight on your hips. âYa did well, brat.â he grins, âNow, let me be the one to take care of you.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Wonât get out alive
âSweetheart, fuck fuck fuck, please- Mâgonna-â Gojo doesnât even get to finish the sentence before heâs spilling all over you hand. Milking his aching cock as he keeps cumming and cumming so much that you wondered whether heâs okay - whether heâd make it out alive, even.
âThis is all because of your own stupidity.â you grumble, but still letting him fuck your first through his high - for the nth time today. Hands much smaller and softer than his - shit, was he glad he teleported to your apartment in the middle of class for this.
And as Gojo blinks back his vision, heaving to regain his breath, his orgasm-addled brain finds it in himself to mutter out a pouty little, âSânot my fault.â
Youâre so irritated by him and his stupidity that you pay no mind to the way heâs playing with the hem of your panties, fingers sliding so sneakily underneath. Huffing out a sulky, âIâm serious, Toru. If the elders find out then-â
âThen they can suck my dick.â your boyfriend cuts you off oh-so eloquently. Much more interested in just how sinfully drenched your panties were, all messy and sticking to your swollen folds. âBut Iâd rather this pretty pussy take care of me before that.â
Thatâs all that is said before Gojoâs immediately pressing his angry, leaking tip into your sloppy pussy, groaning when you clamp down on him so deliciously. God, he was so sensitive he could cum from just this. Hell, maybe he does, a creamy little ring of white forming at the base as he keeps pushing in. Inch by fucking inch.
And he doesnât stop - canât stop - until youâre all the way flush against those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.
Gasping breathlessly at the hands all on your hips - your sensitive clit - your face - just everywhere because Gojo just canât get enough of you. Especially when heâs so needy and desperate like this.
âWho let himself hah- g-get hit with a fucking aphrodisiac technique? On purpose?â
Your tone makes him flinch - and for his swollen cock to start twitching so dangerously exhaustedly inside you. So addictively that Gojo canât even wait too long for you to adjust. Starting up quick, jagged thrusts into your snug pussy. Grinning quietly, âWhoopsies.â
âAh! Hngh- Fuck. Y-you deserve to suffer the consequences alone, you dumbass.â you scold, tightening your legs around him. And you can do nothing but buck up deliriously as he speeds up his pace - thumbing your swollen clit, like a little apology.
âI know.â he hums into your skin, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of you he could reach. Gasping at the sheer overstimulation. It hurt so good. âDonâ deserve you.â
âThatâs not what I-â
Gojo shuts you up with one, harsh thrust. One that knocks all the air out of your lungs and has you worrying whether heâs pushing his massive cock into your organs. You can only take it as his heavy balls smack your ass harder, throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls over and over and-
âDonât deserve this heavenly pussy-â getting sloppier now, no rhyme or rhythm. Licking long, languid stripes up your neck. âDonât deserve those cute lilâ moans, either. Or the way you put up with me.â
Fingers getting frenzied on your clit now - the way they did when he was getting close. Moving in sloppy little patterns that were so eager to get you off.
Broken little profanities leaving him every time his hips stutter inside of you. Too much to handle at this point that Gojo thinks he might just explode.
And then finally, heâs pulling away. So fucking sensitive and overstimulated that tears cling to his long lashes, delicately flushed all the way from the tips of his ears down, down, down to where you couldnât see. Lips so pretty and pink as they say, âBut donât you think for a second that mâgonna let you go, sweetheart.â
âCum fâme, Toru.â
And Gojoâs so far-gone that he doesnât realize when he is - pumping thick, hot ropes of cum into your poor pussy with a strangled groan of what sounds like your name.
Filling you up to the brim like heâd just been waiting for permission. Too proud, too fucking embarrassed to show off this vulnerable little side of himself that was gasping and clawing breathlessly at you. Eyes screwing shut, head thrown back, holding on for some semblance of sanity as he cums harder than he has his entire life.
Babbling out barely-lucid moans of how heâs gonna âget payback for making him cum earlyâ and âmake you cum double next timeâ.
Promises he well and fully intended to fulfill - if the way his cock was still twitching so ferally inside you was anything to go by. Hips fucking up deliriously - strained, like it hurt but he just had to. Like he couldnât just not fuck your pretty lilâ pussy. Desperately starting up a pace that made you wonder - yeah, he was going to be the death of you.
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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âOFFICER! TOJI F. x F! READER
á§âĄá§ in which your officer boyfriend catches you at a party that you lied about going to
á§âĄá§ content: rough smut, age gap (reader is in college), angry sex, jealous sex, possessive toji, handcuffs, breeding, choking, hair pulling, ass/tit/pussy slapping, praise, degradation, daddy kink here and there, begging, orgasm denial, passing out, pussy eating, semi-public sex, sex in police car
á§âĄá§ requested by @valleydoli đ
á§âĄá§ wc: 3.1k
Toji couldnât fight the annoyance on his face as he pulled up into the small neighborhood. Loud music blaring through the air as colorful lights beamed onto the dimly lit street. There had been a number of complaints. The neighborhoodâs residents ringing 9-1-1 one after the other.
To say he didnât care was an understatement. Out of the whole department Gojo Satoru just had to dispatch him to break up a stupid college party. His police vehicle came to a stop a little down the block, the tall man stepping out with stonic features and a sigh as he made his way closer to the source of vulgar tunes which seemed to shake surrounding houses.
Toji stalked up to the front door, the smell of hard alcohol and weed hitting his nose as he banged on the door. Forceful enough for the sound to ring throughout the noisy inside. A drunk boy no older than 19 swinging the door open with a grin. âHey man! O-oh shit. Hey officer, what can i do for you?â He cleared his throat, swallowing hard under Tojiâs harsh gaze as he tried his hardest to appear sober.
Toji peered over the boy and into the room. Sweaty bodies grinding against each other while others made out, almost every hand nursing a plastic red cup. âDo me a favor and just keep the noise down alright, if not shut this whole damn thing down.. what the fuck.â The officer spat bitterly, jaw clenching with a scowl when his eyes landed on someone. His someone.
You.
He couldnât believe it. You had been so persistent on spending the night at home. Claiming that you had piles on piles of work to complete. Did you crave attention that badly? One measly night he had to work overtime and this was the shit you pulled? Clad in a lacy dress which had a deep v cut and barely reached your mid thigh. Your body, his girlâs body, on display for everyone to see.
He could see the eyes roaming your figure top through bottom. His blood boiling as he visibly seethed, shoving past the lanky teenage boy to make his way over to you. You were grinning happily, one hand in your hair and the other ghosting over the hand that rested on your hip. Giving the girl behind you the dance of her life.
The music lowered, Tojiâs eyes twitching at all the loud gasps that echoed through the room. All eyes on his large frame as he towered over everyone in the room. Muscles bulging through his tight shirt with each hard step that he took. All eyes but yours. You were too into what you were doing, and your boyfriend couldnât help his rising anger as he got closer and closer. Spotting familiar brunette and green hair sat on a couch with their lips on each otherâs.
Of course. You were dragged here.
You giggled loudly, taking a swig from the girlâs cup and letting the bitter tasting liquid scrape at the walls of your throat when you swallowed. Your friendsâ eyes widened as they pulled away from each other, desperately trying to get your attention as you swayed your hips. Those hips that only Toji was allowed to see move.
A hand grabbed the flesh of your arm tightly, your head whipping around to snap at the stranger before your brows furrowed. Taking in that broad chest that youâd gotten to know by heart. Your eyes timidly trailed upwards, a small whimper caught in your throat when they met his darkened ones. The manâs head tilting to the side as if daring you to not comply. He would not hesitate to get you out of there over his shoulder if he had to.
âT-toji.. h-hi i-â you stuttered, looking down at your feet as you shuffled nervously. Eyes darting to the girls who eyed you apologetically.
âShut up.â His voice was firm, and your thighs clenched as you held back another whimper. You could feel everyoneâs eyes boring into you. âFuck. You know what? Everybody out.â His voice raised at the end. The bustling college teens wasting no time before they scattered, afraid at just the mere sight of the man. âAnd you.. oh youâre in for it now.â
All the alcohol seemed to leave your system when Toji pulled your arms behind your back. Cuffing your hands as your face heated up in embarrassment. âT-toji w-wait.â The man ignored you as he pulled you out of the room, not caring about how you stumbled over your own two feet to keep up with his large strides.
âShe really disobeyed you this time huh?â A familiar voice rung out, a teasing smirk on Gojoâs face as he walked up the few stairs that youâd just descended from. âGood job Y/n.â He winked, a deep chuckle leaving his throat as he thought back to exactly why he had sent Toji out here.
It didnât take long to reach the vehicle with the speed you were being pulled at. Tojiâs hold on your arm never loosening in the slightest. âGet in.â Toji spoke meanly, holding the door open with a gesture for you to get inside.
âBut-â
âGet the fuck in Y/n.â He never called you by your name often, only when he was mad. It was always some sweet petname that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. Sliding into the vehicle you kept your head low, the door slamming behind you not too long after.
You squirmed in your seat. Giving into the tension filled silence as you watched his grip on the wheel tighten until his knuckles were pale. Thoughts of you letting any other man touch you coursing in his mind.
Toji undid the first two buttons of his shirt, using his fingers to prod the tight fabric open as he rolled his neck. Taking the pair of handcuffs off his suited pants before rolling the vehicle to a stop.
âToji âm sorry.â You mumbled almost shyly, face getting hot as your arousal dampened your lace panties.
He ignored you. Taking a step out of the car and into the nightâs darkness. The vacant road scarce of any sources of light. Your door swung open, eyes widening in a doe-like pout as you looked up at him.
âDonât. Not after that shit you just pulled.â He warned, expression still hard as you climbed out, the slam of the door making you jump with a yelp. A small whine left your throat as you were flipped around, chest pressed into the vehicleâs side with your hands still bound behind your back.
He roughly pushed your dress up to your waist with a scoff. âGoing out dressed like you want to get laid. Am i not enough for you baby?â His fingers found their way to your clad folds. Brushing over your clit with a hum. âDo i not fuck you enough? Is that little pussy so desperate to be filled?â He didnât give to a chance to answer, his palm landing heavily on your pussy making you jerk with a cry. âLook at that. Sheâs all wet fâme. Such a greedy fucking cunt yeah?â
You whimpered loudly, Tojiâs voice deep and husky in your ear as he kissed up your neck. Allowing you to lean back onto him with your head on his chest. Soft moans falling past your lips as you let yourself grind on his fingers. Another loud cry filling the air when he landed it hard on your ass instead.
âI shouldnât even be touching you.â He whispered venomously, voice laced with clear disappointment as he pushed his fingers past the thin fabric, pressing the pad of his middle finger onto your clit before rubbing small circles. Watching the way your lips parted in sweet noises as you let your eyes flutter shut. âShould just drop you home and leave you all desperate and needy.â
That made you whine with the shake of your head, pushing your ass back onto his crotch in want. âOr will you just call someone to come fuck you like a little slut?â You cringed at the sound of your panties tearing, Tojiâs muscles straining against the confines of his shirtâs fabric as he rolled up his sleeves. Quickly working to free his hard cock before pushing you into the back seat of the car with a smirk. Handling your body until you were face down, with your ass up on display for him.
âLook at yourself.â He forced your head up to gaze at your reflection in the window. âGonna fucking destroy you baby. Do you want that?â
You nodded, eyes prickling with tears as you clenched in anticipation. You wanted his cock so bad. âAhh f-fuck.â Another slap to your ass.
âSo you do have a mouth.â
Words. He wanted to hear you say it.
âP-please fuck me daddy.â
âYou can do better than that princess.â
âPlease. Please fuck me. Need you so bad. âM aching fâ you. Want you to fill me up.â You begged.
âThatâs it. Thatâs my slutty girl.â You mewled loudly at the intrusion of Tojiâs thick cock. The man bottoming out inside you with one quick thrust making your knees buckle underneath you while your back arched. Feeling Tojiâs fat tip immediately prodding at the increased tightness near your cervix.
âShit.â He cursed, breathing getting heavy as he nestled his cock within your warm walls. Forgetting just how much he loved that little cunt of yours.
He started off rough, forcing his cock deep as you rocked harshly against the soft seat. Loud moans dripping off the tip of your tongue as his cocked kissed meanly at your g spot.
Your pussy stretched to accommodate the quick thrusts of his girthy length. Feeling his veins scraping deliciously against your gummy walls as he hammered into you.
You cried out when Tojiâs hand found its way around your throat, pulling you up to his chest with your hands flush between your back and his chest. Drool filled babbles spilling messily onto your skin at the force of his hips.
âHaahâ T-toji f-fuck,â you keened loudly, your chest riding and falling rapidly as your brain turned to mush. Unable to think of anything but how good he felt inside of you. Lewd squelches mixed with skin slapping burning its way into your brain. A constant reminder of Tojiâs abuse to your sensitive cunt as your vision blurred.
âThatâs it baby. Take it real nice nâ deep. Youâre practically swallowing me in right now.â He breathed. Hand tightening around your throat as the other travelled down to your chest, barely having to tug at the black fabric for your tits to spill into his large hand. Rough fingers twisting at your pert nipples as he palmed the soft flesh.
âAhhâ so good. Feels sâ good daddy.â You cried, Tojiâs hand landing two consecutive slaps onto your breasts.
âGonna stuff this pussy real full. Breed her with my cum till you know your place.â He growled lowly, his frustration seeming to reemerge as he stroked his cock with your tightness. Allowing himself to poke at every corner of your warmth, ruining your slutty pussy to your tears.
âWanna go out dressed like youâre available. Single. Like you donât have me taking care of that ache between your legs every single night.â His pace quickened with every word. Snapping his hips up mercilessly till his balls reddened your puffy clit, mouth hung open in whiny mewls as your stomach tightened.
Your tears flowed freely as you were shoved back into the carâs seat. Your mind dizzy at the plowing of his cock into your sweet spot. Tojiâs hand moving to grip at the delicate flesh of your hip with other torturing your clit. Rubbing mean, hard circles onto the swollen bud.
âTojiiâ âm gonna, ahh- âm gonna cum.â You whimpered, catching sight of the traces of mascara staining your cheeks alongside your messy hair. The sight being enough to make you call out his name incoherently as your eyes rolled back. Legs shaking violently as you clenched around him. âOh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohââ you chanted, letting out a broken scream as you squirted messily. Completely drenching Tojiâs cock in your wetness.
Tojiâs movements stilled, his fingers digging into your hair with a sharp tug upwards. âOh iâm sorry? Did i say you could cum baby?â
âSorry, nngh- c-couldnât hold it.â You hiccuped, knowing that you were in trouble.
Toji shook his head, pulling you back so you lay flat across the seat. Shoving one of your legs up beside your body with a grunt. A shiver raking through your body as the cool air breezed through your sopping pussy.
You let out a groan, your attempt to close your legs stopped by Tojiâs strong hands shoving them apart. Groping at both sides of your ass before his palms made contact with the skin. A bubbly whine catching in your throat when you tightened around nothing.
Toji sunk to his knees on the ground outside, the forest to his back as he began pressing soft kisses to the sides of your thighs, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit.
He groaned, grip tightening on your thighs when his tongue darted out once more to lap at your sweetness. Sloppily running between your folds before swirling around your clit. It didnât take long to get you where he wanted you. The overstimulation going straight to your foggy brain as Toji got lost in your heat. His eyes fluttering shut with a hum as he tried to pull you impossible further onto his tongue. Your constantly flowing slick mixed with his saliva dripping sloppily onto the ground below.
Your fingers clawed at nothing as you began to tremble, crying out loudly as your eyes closed shut. Your tear stained cheek pressed into the seat as you drooled adorably. A smirk adorning Tojiâs face when he curled his thick fingers into you.
âAhhâ âs too muchh. Gonna cum again.â You mewled desperately, toes curling as another coil tightened in your stomach. Toji stopped sucking at your clit, pulling away from you while his fingers sped up. Paddy tips poking directly into your spot with ease. âYeah? Gonna cum for me already?â
You answered with a high pitched moan and a small âuh huhâ, feeling yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge before it all came crumbling down. Toji removing his fingers before standing up, and only then did you notice how much of his chest was on display. He leaned down to kiss away your tears, brushing away any hair stuck to your forehead. âOnly good girls get these privileges baby, iâm a cop, you should know this.â He cooed.
His cock prodded at your hole, sinking into his rightful place deep within your warmth before beginning to fuck into you. He knew your orgasm had barely just died down, and he was going to fuck you to another just to leave you hungry.
Your boyfriendâs head found its place in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your ear before he grinned against your skin. âYou wonât be leaving the house for days when iâm done with you.â He promised, tone gruff as he felt his cock twitch in indication of his own high.
âHaahâ âs so muchh.â You breathed as you melted into him, his touch hot on your skin leaving short quivers in its wake. âTojiâ o-oh fuckk.â You were sputtering out strangled noises of pleasure, Tojiâs husky groans in your ear adding fuel to the fire as you let out a cry. Your pussy gushing onto him before your orgasm could even hit.
Toji cursed loudly, his grip on your hips allowing him to pull you back onto him as roughly as he was slamming into you. âThatâs it baby, pussyâs gripping me so fucking tight.â
ââM so closeâ so so close.â You gasped, basking in the small skin to skin contact of your hands on his exposed chest.
âGotta fucking earn it. Tell me, who do you belong to princess. Who owns this slutty little pussy hmm? Who fucks you this good every night?â He questioned darkly, rolling his hips in a way he knew would drive you crazy.
âY-you. You do. âS all y-yoursâ fuck. Please can i cum? Need to cum so bad.â You almost sobbed, Toji kissing your cheek sweetly with a breathy moan. âAll mine. All fucking mine. Go ahead slutty girl. Cum fâ me.â
You let go noisily, vision clouded as your moans spilled uncontrollably past your lips. The burning sensation in your stomach slowly easing as you allowed yourself to let go. Making a mess on the manâs cock while he worked himself deeper inside you. Burying his cock as far as he could before pumping you full with a contented sigh.
âLet everyone know that youâre taken. Get you pregnant with my kid and keep you locked away. Only for me.â His cum painting your walls in hot spurts as his abs tensed. The throb of his cock slowly dulling as you milked him dry.
You whimpered, feeling the thick substance slowly seep out of you when he pulled out. All the alcohol finally catching up to you as you slipped in and out of consciousness. Letting your eyes blink shut before you went limp in his arms.
Toji groaned with a stretch, smirking down at you and your fucked out form.
So pretty.
He tugged down your dress and tucked himself back into his pants. Removing your hand cuffs before taking you into his arms gently. Laying you down more comfortably with a quick kiss to your forehead. Watching as your chest rose and fell softly, face contorted into a peaceful one despite how stained it was from your tears.
He slipped into the driverâs seat, allowing the car to reach the perfect temperature for you to rest it. Finally pulling off from the side of the road. He laughed shortly when he checked the time, contemplating whether he should even bother going back to work. Heâd much rather stay home with you.
He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, rolling his eyes when he saw the name written across the screen. Satoru.
âHello.â
âSo, fucked her good didnât ya? Made your girl cry huh Fushiguro.â The white haired man laughed into the call. Gojo had been tempted to say it over the radio, but he didnât know if youâd be awake or not.
âThatâs why you sent me out there isnât it?â Toji scoffed, one hand on the steering wheel turning it into your apartment complex while the other worked the gear. If you were awake youâd be going crazy. Him driving was one of your many weaknesses.
âYes, and youâre welcome. Tell her i said hi when she gets up. Bye Fushiguro~â The call beeped to an end and Toji shook his head, trying to hide the small smile creeping up onto his face. Fucking Satoru.
Glancing back at you he allowed himself to openly smile, he could never stay mad at you. It was time to show you that.
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The JJK men want YOU to wear their jersey
Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, college au, sports au, mostly fluff and/or crack, suggestive only on Tojiâs (nasty bitch), itafushi makes an appearance
An: This has been heavy on my brain recently đââïž Also, I donât know if this concept is only in like my area, but basically, the concept is that on game days, a common thing for highschool/college players to do is to wear their jersey to class, and their sweetheart wears their home/away jersey. itâs just a cute thing to show support. Another thing, I know Kamo is not Chosoâs last name, and I know Sukuna is not Sukunaâs last name. Sukuna might not even be Sukunaâs name at all. idk and idc. this is a no curse au anyways so who cares! let me know if i should do more sports au :)
Incl - Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna
SATORU
Girls will literally hunt Satoru down to get his jersey from him, and if you were the lucky girl who got to wear the jersey of the star quarterback⊠you either became instantly popular, or every girl in the university wanted to kill you.
âIâm sorry, ladies. I already have someone in mind.â Satoru flashed a grin towards the crowd of girls surrounding his seat. Disappointed sighs and whines emitted from the group as they slowly dissipated from his desk.
Satoru couldnât care less. They could be mad at him if they wanted to. They were no where near as special as the girl he had his eyes set on.
Class had yet to start, and Satoru was growing tired of just staring at the back of your head. He finally got up, and he slumped down in the chair next to you.
âIs this seat taken?â He asked with a bright smile. He hadnât interacted with you much, but he always had his eye on you. You were the one of the few girls who didnât dumb down their intelligence for him to make themselves more appealing.
âItâs not.â You replied shortly. You werenât rude, just incredibly matter-of-fact.
âWanna make a bet with me?â Satoru asked as he tried to catch your eyes from your book. He was really pining for your attention, and you wouldnât pass him a second glance.
âNot really.â You replied, not looking up from your book.
âI bet the professor will be twenty minutes late.â Satoru went on anyways, not taking your rejection to heart.
âHmm. Doubtful. Heâs normally prompt.â You say finally looking up at Satoru, which causes him to flash an easy smile. Heâs happy to have your attention â now he wants to keep it.
âIf he isnât here within the next twenty minutes, you have to wear my jersey today and every game day for the rest of the season. If he makes it here before twenty minutes is up, Iâll buy you as many books as you can carry.â Satoru proposes as he taps on your book with a cheeky grin.
You think for a moment⊠all the books you can carry?? âDeal.â You say with a smile, offering your hand to him to shake on it â thinking you just easily won yourself a free shopping spree. Satoru takes your hand, and he gently shakes it before bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
Heâs already won.
Satoru knows that youâll be wearing his jersey today, and youâll wear his colors for the rest of the season. Heâll make more bets⊠win you over slowly with false bets. Oh, heâll buy you all those books you want too just because he can.
Heâs already set Geto in motion to go run into your professor with large cups of coffees in his hand. Your professor ended up cancelling class after being 25 minutes late.
When the group of girls sees you with âGOJOâ written on the back of your jersey, their faces contort in utter disdain, but Satoru looks at it with a shit-eating grin on his face. He won.
SUGURU
Suguru really didnât get the thing about giving a girl his jersey on game days. Basketball season is pretty ruthless. While football teams only have 12 games in a season, basketball teams play over 30. Thatâs 30 days in one season that heâd have to find a girl that he gave enough of a shit about to give his jersey to? No thanks.
Of course, if he had a girlfriend it wouldnât be too big of a deal, but the whole attitude around giving a girl your jersey was just something Suguru didnât subscribe to.
Well, he didnât think he subscribed to it until he saw one of his teammates offering you their jersey.
Maybe on a more psychological level, this was territory marking, and Suguru would be damned if he sat back and let another man mark you as their territory.
Even though heâs not proud of it, Suguru immediately marched straight up to you and his teammate with his away jersey thrown over his shoulder. He placed his hand firmly on the small of your back, and he gave his teammate a piercing look with his violet eyes. His lips curled into an easy smirk.
âSorry man, sheâs already agreed to wear my jersey today, isnât that right angel?â He asked in such a condescending tone, and his fingertips dig into your skin with just enough pressure to make your face flush.
Luckily for Suguru, you were into it â and not his teammate. âYeah, sorry. I almost forgot.â You agree, giving his teammate an empathetic smile.
So no, Suguru doesnât get the idea of giving his jersey to a girl on game days, but he does get the idea of giving you his jersey. He loves how he towers behind you in the halls, seeing the name âGETOâ written on your back with his number. He loves remembering the way you easily went along with his plan. You just fit him.
NANAMI
Nanami doesnât need antics to get you to wear his baseball jersey.
Plenty of girls pine for Kento. Who wouldnât? He was the leading star of the baseball team⊠whoâs ass just so happened to look so good in those white tight-fitting pants.
Your college certainly played into it, giving Nanami the big screen when he takes off his helmet and shakes out his messy blonde hair that a bit damp from sweat. His cheeks are smeared with his eye black smeared on his cheeks (the charcoal black lines that athletes sometimes have).
They knew what they were doing when the yearbook crew took professional level pictures of Nanami looking absolutely jaw-dropping while delivering the nastiest pitch.
He was like eye candy that enticed a bunch of girls to buy tickets to the baseball games, and dammit, it worked.
Despite his celebrity status at the school, Kento didnât act above anyone else. He didnât flaunt money or act posh and sophisticated like a lot of the wannabes did at your university.
He was down to earth, smart, caring, and humorous to the right group of people (the dry humor enjoyers). Kento was the type of man to be able to reject someone without them even feeling rejected, which he did a lot when girls would ask for his jersey.
You often came to baseball games to watch (to watch nanami lets bffr), but you werenât bold enough to ask Kento for his jersey on game days. You had witness girls before you, pilgriming the way to Nanami before they turn back empty handed. You couldnât risk the heartache.
It wasnât until one day after class you and Kento were the only two still packing up after a lecture, he casually strolled to your desk. âWill you be at the game tonight?â He asked with a genuine air of curiosity to him. This wasnât awkward forced conversation because you two were the only two people in a room together.
You hadnât even known that Nanami noticed you, much less noticed your attendance at games. You could feel your heart start to thud obscenely loud in your chest as you came to terms that youâre not invisible in Kentoâs life.
âYeah, I think Iâll show upâŠâ You try your hardest to sound casual, but you just sound terribly nervous.
âIâll look forward to seeing you.â He said politely before he reached into his bag and pulled out his spare jersey. âHopefully wearing this..?â
Your eyes widen as you realize he was offering his jersey to you. âThat- are you sure? Me?â
âYes, Iâm sure.â He gives an honest laugh. His multimillion dollar smile makes you swoon, and he hands his jersey out again. âYou should put it on now. Thatâs the tradition, right?â
You slowly slip the jersey on over your long-sleeved white top, and it definitely hangs loosely on you, but with a few tucks and adjustments, it finally sits on your body appropriately.
âIt looks good on you. Iâll see you tonight.â Kento smiles before leaving the classroom.
You had never gotten more shocked stares than when girls saw you with âNANAMIâ printed across your back.
CHOSO
âHey Yuji, why does Megumi wear your jersey on game days?â Choso asked his teammate as he sat down on the bench in the locker room.
He had seen quite a few people - guys and girls who werenât on the basketball team wearing the jerseys of his teammates, but he didnât understand it. He figured heâd ask the one teammate who he considered to be more of a brother to explain.
âBecause I make him.â Yuji laughed as he dried his pink hair off from the shower. It was a pretty brutal practice, even Chosoâs raven hair was down, messy from sweat.
Choso furrowed his eyebrows. âWhy would you do that-? I thought you liked him.â
Yuji laughed even harder as Choso clearly didnât understand the dynamic he had with Megumi. He also clearly didnât understand the concept behind giving someone his jersey.
âI do like him, so I like seeing him wearing my jersey on game days. I think he looks good in it too, even if he pretends to hate it. I know he likes showing his support.â Yuji explained, but he went on, âPeople give their jerseys to someone they like. Itâs like a courting gift, and it lets everyone know your intentions with that person.â
Choso nodded as he began to understand. He should give his jersey to someone he liked - to someone he wanted to court, and his intentions would be made known.
Thatâs how shy, timid Choso ended up at your dorm door late one evening. After much encouragement and convincing from Yuji, he finally gave your door a soft knock, and Yuji ran around the corner to hide.
When you opened the door, looking at Choso with those big pretty eyes, he completely clammed up and forgot the mental script he had prepared about how he really liked you, and itâd mean a lot to him if you wore his jersey.
Instead, âI want my intentions known.â He nearly shouted as he gestured his jersey to you.
Yuji facepalmed around the corner.
You blinked a few times, looking down at the jersey then back up to him. He was lucky that youâre very good at filling in the blanks. âYou want me to wear your jersey, Cho?â You asked with a small laugh before taking the jersey from his hands.
His cheeks were flushed, and he gave you an awkward smile before nodding his head vigorously. âAnd uh.. I want to court you.â He finally added all in one breath.
To Chosoâs delight, you agreed, and now, he finally understands the real reasoning behind giving his jersey to someone he likes because seeing âKAMOâ on your back makes him feel all dizzy with love and adoration.
TOJI
It started off as a small prank amongst girls. A prank that really pissed Toji off. A group of girls decided it would be cute to steal Tojiâs spare hockey jersey and wear it without his knowledge.
When Toji saw one of the girls wearing his stolen jersey with his appalling last name printed on the back, he was livid.
Needless to say, he got his jersey back, and the girl couldnât even look him in the eye after that whole experience.
He hated his jersey. He hated how his last name was on the back, and he hated how anyone else would want to wear it.
He couldnât just get rid of his spare jersey. Then, heâd owe the school even more than what he already owes them. He couldnât trust to keep it in his dorm because he didnât put it past those bitches to try to sneak into his dorm to get their filthy hands on it. That was when he had a genius idea.
âWear my jersey.â His gruff voice demanded as he dropped the fabric on the table in front of you, his too responsible friend.
âNo, it probably stinks.â You pushed the jersey aside, trying to focus on the homework in front of you.
âNah. It smells like the last bitch who stole it.â He remarked as he plopped down in a chair in front of your desk.
âEven worse.â You respond back unamused, still not giving Toji the time of day.
âDo you remember who hunted down the fuck who stole your headphones?â
You sighed, finally looking up at Toji to show that you were paying attention. âWhy do you think me wearing your jersey will deter them?â
âMaybe theyâll think youâre my girl and piss off for a while. I donât know, but if I see another preppy bitch wearing it without my knowledge, Iâm going to burn it.â Tojiâs voice sounded stressed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
âAnd you donât mind them thinking that?â You inquire, raising your eyebrow.
âDoll, you know Iâve spent the last three years trying to get you to hop on my-â
âEughhh, give it.â You interrupt Toji before he can go into any further detail, snatching his jersey up and putting it on over your clothes. âThere. Happy?â
Toji didnât expect to have such a reaction to seeing you in his jersey. He knew he was serious about liking you, no matter how much you liked to believe that he didnât actually like you, but seeing you in his jersey â the way it swallowed you whole. He figured heâd still hate seeing his last name on you, but there was something satiating those deep primal urges when he caught a glimpse of âZENINâ across your back.
SUKUNA
Sukuna is much comparable to a dragon. He sees something pretty and shiny (you): he wants it all for himself. He wants to hoard treasure (you) to keep, and he definitely does not like the idea of anyone else looking or touching his treasure.
So, how does he keep wandering eyes off his treasure? He cloaks her in his favor, making her brandish his last name on her back along with his number. Yes, Sukuna demanded for you to wear his football jersey.
There was just enough satisfaction of seeing you walk around campus with âSUKUNAâ written on your back that kept him from trying to hoard you in his room.
Oh, heâs also like a dragon in the sense that heâs absolutely devastating out on the field.
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ââ â the way of the househusband â
âŸââ§âș...cw : househusband!fushiguro toji x fem!reader, you are megumi's mom, flirting, playful banter, just overall silly and cute domestic life
âŸââ§âș...lunar's note : just some simple lil toji hcs of him as a househusband! i need some sweet stuff of him without a lot of sexual stuff in it bc let's be real, in a domestic setting he's probably just a big clingy and mildly annoying bear husband
f. toji is never going to complain about being the one staying home, watching over the little gremlin that is megumi. he's got his own ways of bringing in money with that friend of his, shiu, but he's more than content to being the one in the frilly pink apron, cooking for you and the lil' man.
toji didnât ever expect to get married, especially after how he was treated as a zenin. he didn't know much about love or how to connect with people, let alone you. but when you handed his ass to him with no struggle and a pretty smile on your face at the gym, he knew he wanted you. two years later and a shit load of aggressive flirting, toji ends up with you as his spouse and he wouldn't have it any other way.
so imagine toji's surprise when he's genuinely excited when you tell him your pregnant. he's excited but scared. him? a father? there's no way in hell he has any idea what to do, his own father was nothing but a piece of shit...so what if he turns out like him? but the moment you pop that big headed little fucker out of you, toji can't help but grin, that excitement of being a father and creating memories with this tiny little thing erasing all his fears.
whenever you come home from work, toji's usually in the living room with little megumi, who forced him to take part in the exercise part of his favorite kids show. you don't know how megumi, your one year old baby who still talked in little babbles, forced his massive giant of a father who could kill a man with a look to do 'exercise for baby,' but you know better than to question it when you see the two touching their toes in front of the tv.
sometimes, he's in the kitchen, however, wearing that 'kiss the cook' apron you got for his birthday. toji always wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into a kiss, muttering a 'welcome homeâ against your lips before poking your side and going back to what he was doing, proud grin on his face at the little screech he gets from you.
he's started to get better at dodging your hands when you go to poke him back, skirting around the table before going to scoop megumi up. âyou would never do such an act in front of 'gumi, would you? what if he starts going around poking girls in their sides, hm? then i'll have to explain to his teacher that his mama can't keep 'er hands to herself.â
toji's got you there...so you back off, opting to press a kiss to babygumiâs little forehead, taking him from your husbandâs arms when he makes grabby hands at you. you savor the betrayed look on toji's face, sticking your tongue out at him. he scoffs, rolling his eyes before going back to make sure dinner wasnât burnt. heâll get you back for stealing his son from him.
despite what people might think, thereâs not really a 'dominant' person in the relationship. when together, the two of you give off some of the most intimidating vibes because of the sheer power the both of you carry. it's not even put off by little megumi, because if he notices his parents looking at you in disgust, he's gonna give you one that's even worse.
toji will never forget the day the three of you went to the grocery store, him in his usual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, you in one of those same shirts and leggings with megumi in the kiddie seat in the shopping cart, eating from the little snack pack toji made for him. toji swears he walked away for three fucking seconds, and he came back to some...fucker getting ready to chat you up. itâs no surprise anyone that he gets pissed, ready to storm over there and make it clear you're taken.
however, it's clear you don't need him to step in, and damn, you look...really hot telling this dude off, angrily flashing your ring when he wouldn't back off. god, he wishes he could marry you again. toji doesnât even know what you told the guy, and he's tempted to playfully ask megumi what happened, knowing his lil' man would try to respond in babbles and coos.
âhe said you crawled out from the trash, toj, i can't stand for that! he couldâve done you some justice and said you crawled out of the deepest pits of hell, so I had to educate him on that. besides, he called you my boyfriend and I almost punched his face.â âyeah? hm, iâm glad you didnât, babe, we donât want to get kicked out the store.â âi donât know, i think an imprint of my ring in his forehead would get the message across.â âwell, next time, how about we just kiss like we haven't seen each other in 15 years? not a fan of showing out to some dude, but i'd do it for you, sweetheart.â âmmn!â âright, lil' man? mama's so mean t' me, it's a good idea.â âgumiiii, you're supposed to be on my side!â
occassionally, when you're at work, toji'll just talk to megumi, the little one nice and comfy on his chest.
one habit he'll never get out of is randomly calling you throughout the day when he's particularly bored and missing you. if you don't answer, toji will just leave you a message, usually about how badly he wants you to come home, groaning about how tired he is but he can't sleep without you in his arms, without you playing with his hair until he falls asleep. he's so in love with you, it's almost makes you dizzy.
you'll never forget the day you come home to toji and baby megumi in the front yard, crouched down around...something. parking in the driveway, you make your way over and see what they're looking at. it's...a kitten and a puppy, two tiny little things playfighting with each other. neither one of them say anything, just looking at the two creatures. you sigh, knowing exactly what this means.
"...give them appropriate names and make vet appointments. we aren't naming the dog 'hot dog' and we aren't naming the cat 'kitten'." "i told you it would work, lil' man."
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Part One Pairings: PornStar!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Themes: Sexual Innuendo/humour,Guy next door, situational comedy? Sexual Themes 18+ ONLY: fingering, cunnilingus, Bucky loves tiddies, dirty talk. Summary: Though you've become oddly close to SergeantBarnes, it's still difficult to act normal around him. A/N: I didn't think many would ask for a part two but here you go. divider by @cafekitsune
It was a peaceful evening in the apartment gymâor, at least, it was supposed to be. You had your plan: thirty minutes on the stair climber, some stretches, and youâd be out of there before any awkwardness could find you.
But then you heard itâthe unmistakable sound of weights clanging, followed by a deep, low grunt that made your entire body freeze.
You glanced up, hoping against hope that it wasnât who you thought it was. But, of course, there he was: Bucky, over at the hip thrust machine, setting up his weights directly in front of you. Perfect, you thought. Of all the machines in here, he has to pick the most⊠suggestive one.
Your eyes flicked back to the tiny screen on your machine. Stay focused, you told yourself. Donât look. Just ignore him.
But the moment he started his set, you heard itâa low, powerful grunt that practically reverberated through the gym. You immediately bit down on your lip, forcing yourself to stare straight ahead, pretending you werenât having flashbacks to his other kind of workouts.
Another deep grunt.
Your hands clenched the stair climberâs handles like a lifeline. Do NOT look, you told yourself, the mantra echoing in your mind. But your treacherous eyes slid sideways, just for a second, and you caught a glimpse of him, face focused, breaths heavy as he powered through each hip thrust. The guy was practically a one-man gym commercial.
You looked away, focusing on your stepsâyour very uneven, slightly panicked steps. Itâs just a hip thrust, for crying out loud! Nothing unusual here, you told yourself, trying to stomp out the heat creeping up your cheeks. But every time he exhaled, your mind filled with images of⊠well, his other performances.
Then, in the middle of one of his reps, Bucky let out a particularly deep, guttural grunt that nearly threw you off balance. Your foot slipped, your rhythm stuttered, and in a moment of pure panic, you clutched the handles and stumbled forward, practically throwing yourself onto the machine.
âShit!â you yelped, fumbling to regain your balance as your legs moved faster than your brain, desperately trying not to faceplant.
You heard Bucky chuckle, that low, infuriatingly amused laugh, and felt your cheeks practically ignite. You looked up, heart pounding, only to find him smirking in your direction, eyes dancing with mischief.
âCareful there, Y/N,â he said, raising an eyebrow. âStair climbers are brutal.â
âOh, yeah, totally!â you squeaked, straightening up, trying to look like you meant to almost eat it. âJust⊠keeping things interesting. Got to keep the cardio exciting, you know?â
âLooks like itâs working,â he replied, wiping his forehead with a towel, his grin widening as he noticed your death grip on the machine. âYou sure youâre good over there?â
âOh, Iâm⊠Iâm great,â you lied, your face flaming as you tried to regain your composure. But he wasnât done with you yet.
âGlad to hear it,â he said, voice way too smooth. He paused, then tilted his head, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âGotta admit, though⊠this machine setup does feel a bit familiar.â
Your brain nearly exploded. Did he justâ? He couldnât mean⊠But his eyes sparkled with that infuriating, knowing look, and you knew exactly what he was hinting at. Your face went beet red as your foot slipped again, but this time you managed to catch yourself, narrowly avoiding another disaster.
âUh-huh,â you said, laughing nervously, desperately trying to hold it together. âWell, enjoy your⊠uh, workout!â
âOh, I am,â he said, chuckling softly. âEspecially with the view.â He winked, setting up for another set while you tried not to spontaneously combust.
With one final, mortified glance, you turned your attention back to the stair climber, mentally swearing youâd never step foot in this gym again after this.
Since you survived the stair climber ordeal without faceplanting (barely), you decided it was time to move on. Somewhereâanywhereâthat didnât involve Buckyâs hip thrusts or his incessant, maddening smirk.
You zeroed in on the bench press. Safe, you thought, relieved. Just a standard exercise. Nothing suggestive, no chance of stumbling, tripping, or looking like a klutz. You grabbed the bar, took a deep breath, and mentally prepped yourself. Easy-peasy.
And thenâbecause the universe simply refused to give you a breakâyou heard that all-too-familiar voice right beside you.
âNeed a spot?â
You looked up and almost swallowed your tongue. There was Bucky, looming over you with that same damn smirk, wiping his hands on a towel like he was gearing up for some personal training session from your worst/best nightmares.
âOh, uh⊠Iââ you stammered, already feeling the heat creep up your neck. Youâve got this, you told yourself. Just let him help you. No big deal. Youâre a mature, fully-functioning adult.
âYeah, sure!â you squeaked, trying to sound normal as he stepped closer, positioning himself behind the bench. You laid back, gripping the bar, and immediately realized what a horrible, terrible mistake this was. You were now lying flat on your back, Bucky leaning over you, his face far too close as he focused on making sure you could lift the weight.
âYou ready?â he asked, his face all business, but his lips still had that mischievous curve.
âReady,â you mumbled, eyes darting anywhere but up at him, trying to ignore how absolutely awkwardly intimate this felt. You started your set, breathing steadily as you lifted the bar, determined to act as if this were a completely normal workout.
But then, midway through the reps, he leaned down a little closer. âBy the way, did you check out my new video?â
Your hands nearly slipped. You fumbled the bar, barely catching it as your brain short-circuited.
âW-What?â you managed, voice strangled, heart racing.
âMy new video,â he repeated, casually reaching out to help guide the bar back into place as you struggled not to lose it. âThought you mightâve seen it by now.â
Your cheeks flamed, but you somehow managed to choke out, âN-No! I⊠I havenât seen it!â
Bucky chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow as he straightened up, his voice taking on a teasing, almost disappointed tone.
âOh. Thatâs a shame,â he said, smirk lingering. âDidnât have a costar this timeâjust me, actually. First time Iâve ever done that.â
Your mouth dropped open. Just him? Your brain skidded to a halt. Suddenly, you were far too interested in a video youâd just denied seeing.
âOh, um⊠interesting?â you squeaked, trying to keep your face neutral but definitely failing.
âYeah,â he replied with a shrug, looking at you with twinkling eyes. âGuess youâll have to let me know what you think⊠whenever you get around to it.â
âActually, I⊠uh⊠I kind of stopped watching⊠since we, you know⊠know each other. Just⊠feels awkward.â
Buckyâs grin widened, his eyes lighting up with amusement.
âOh, so youâre telling me weâre too close for you to watch my work now?â He raised an eyebrow, looking mockingly offended. âI thought we were supporting local artists.â
Your cheeks practically combusted as he said it, and you fumbled with the bar, desperately trying to pretend you hadnât heard him. Supporting local artists? Was he serious right now?
âOh my god,â you mumbled, absolutely mortified. âThis is notâ Youâre notâ I meanâŠ!â
But he just looked down at you, that smug grin firmly in place as he leaned in, clearly enjoying every second of your flustered state.
âWhat?â he asked, feigning innocence. âDonât you believe in supporting the arts?â
Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, words completely failing you. âThis⊠this is not the same!â you finally blurted, clutching the bar like it was your only lifeline.
âOh really?â he replied, chuckling. âBecause it sounds like youâre saying weâre too close for me to keep doing what I do. You know, my passion.â
You practically choked, waving your hands around in frantic denial. âNo! No! Thatâs notâ Iâm not stopping you! Iâm justâ I donât know, maybe supporting from a⊠distant, supportive spiritual place?â
He laughed outright, shaking his head. âSo, whatâyouâre like cheering me on⊠but from across the street?â
You nodded vigorously, still trying to save face. âExactly! Just⊠supportive⊠but in a non-participatory kind of way.â
âGot it,â he said, smirking. âSo, Iâm officially your guilty pleasure now.â
You groaned, covering your face with your hands as he chuckled, clearly far too pleased with himself.
Note to self: Avoid all future conversations with Bucky Barnes for the rest of eternity.
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That evening, you were finally settled at your dining table, a bowl of pasta in front of you, determined to put the entire gym disaster behind you. Youâd survived another encounter with Buckyâbarelyâand now all you wanted was some quiet, non-embarrassing time with carbs.
But as you twirled your fork in the noodles, your brain betrayed you, replaying his words from earlier.
âDid you check out my new video?â
You paused mid-bite, the fork hovering near your mouth as you stared blankly at the wall, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and dread bubbling up. What could he have meant by âjust meâ? You tried to shake it off, forcing another forkful of pasta into your mouth. Nope, not going there.
But the thought lingered, nudging you, until you found yourself setting down the fork, fingers hovering over your phone. Just one quick search, you reasoned, glancing around your empty apartment as if someone might catch you.
You typed in the familiar site, thumbs hesitating above the search bar, nearly typing âSergeantBarnes new videoâ before you snapped back to reality, dropping the phone like it burned.
âOh, no,â you muttered to yourself, horrified at how close youâd come. âAbsolutely not. What am I, insane?â
You shoved another forkful of pasta into your mouth, shaking your head furiously. âI am not doing this.â
But as you continued eating, your eyes kept darting back to the phone, the curiosity gnawing at you, leaving you torn between common sense and the very persuasive power of nosiness.
You took a deep breath, clenching your fists. âGet a grip, Y/N. You are absolutely not watching that video.â
...But maybe just a preview?
You groaned, stuffing your face with more pasta, determined to win this internal battle.
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The next morning, just as you were heading out the door for work, you spotted something bright and obnoxiously neon-colored taped to the wall near the mailboxes. Curiosity got the better of you, and you stepped closer, squinting at the bold, glittery letters.
POOL PARTY THIS WEEKEND! it proclaimed. Food, drinks, music, fun! Donât miss it!
You raised an eyebrow, debating if youâd actually brave a building-wide party when suddenly, the quiet hallway was shattered by a loud, unmistakably ecstatic moan. The kind that could only mean one thing.
From none other than Buckyâs apartment.
You froze, eyes widening in disbelief. Is thatâ? Is heâ?
A second moan, even louder than the first, confirmed it. This wasnât just any moan; this was the sound of someoneâsome womanâhaving the time of her life. At what had to be eight oâclock in the morning.
âOh, seriously?!â you hissed under your breath, glancing down the hallway as if there might be witnesses to this auditory ambush. Just then, the womanâs voice hit a pitch so high it practically reverberated off the walls.
You winced, clutching your bag like it could somehow shield you from this. Who even has that much energy in the morning? You took a step back, hoping to escape the sonic nightmare, but the moans only got louder, each sound more animated than the last.
You threw your hands over your ears, eyes squeezed shut as you muttered furiously to yourself.
âNope, nope, absolutely not. Not today, not right now.â You spun on your heel, practically power-walking down the hall, doing your best to drown out the soundtrack blaring from his apartment.
âYES, SERGEANT! OH MY GOD!â
You practically stumbled, muttering an alarmed, âOh my god, stop!â as you picked up the pace, pressing your hands even harder against your ears. It was like some kind of cruel gameâthe closer you got to the elevator, the louder it seemed to get, echoing in your ears like a siren you couldnât escape.
You winced, feeling your face burn as you all but sprinted down the hall, chanting, âNope, nope, NOPE!â under your breath like a mantra. It was as if your feet couldnât carry you fast enough, each step a desperate attempt to put some distance between you and⊠whatever was happening in that apartment.
Finally, you made it to the elevator, slamming your finger against the button with more force than necessary, glancing nervously over your shoulder as if the sounds might follow you. The doors mercifully slid open, and you dove inside, leaning back against the wall and pressing your hands over your ears one last time, breathing a sigh of relief.
But just as the doors began to close, one last triumphant shout echoed down the hallway, loud and clear, like the universe had decided you hadnât suffered enough.
You groaned, staring up at the ceiling as the doors shut, wondering if this building had any quiet hours, or if you were doomed to start every morning with a full-blown soundscape of⊠Buckyâs extracurricular activities.
Note to self: Invest in earplugs. Maybe some noise-canceling headphones. Or a new apartment altogether.
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You arrived at work looking like youâd barely survived a natural disaster. Traumatized, sleep-deprived, and still hearing the morningâs very loud soundtrack echoing in your mind, you slumped into your chair, hoping to quietly blend into the office scenery and get through the day in peace.
Naturally, that was too much to ask.
âWhoa,â Trish said, swiveling in her chair to eye you like you were a science experiment gone wrong. âYou look like you just spent a night in a haunted house.â
âOr⊠like you had a wild morning,â Amy added, raising her eyebrows. âYou okay there, Y/N?â
âFine,â you muttered, barely making eye contact as you set your bag down, trying to erase the vivid flashbacks of Buckyâs⊠extremely enthusiastic co-worker.
Before you could even recover, Trish leaned in, her grin spreading like wildfire. âSooo⊠did you finally get around to watching Sergeant Barnesâ new video?â
Your head snapped up, heart stopping in your chest. âWhaâno! Why would I⊠I mean⊠Iââ
âOh, come on,â Amy said, nudging you like sheâd just caught you in a guilty pleasure. âYou donât know what youâre missing. Heâs alone in this one.â She leaned closer, adding in a stage whisper, âThe man has talent.â
âUh-huh,â Trish agreed, nodding like a sage. âNo costars this time. Just him, going all in. Itâs⊠impressive.â
You clutched the edge of your desk, mentally scrambling for any kind of response that would shut them down without revealing the secret you swore youâd take to the grave: that Sergeant Barnes was actually your neighbor.
You swallowed, managing to squeak out, âYou know weâre in an office, right? As in, the place we do work?â
âOh please, donât act like youâre all professional now!â Trish smirked, crossing her arms as she gave you a knowing look. âYou were all too eager to do some âresearchâ when we told you about him the first time.â
âYeah!â Amy joined in, her grin absolutely diabolical. âYou should be thanking us! The way youâre looking right now, Iâd bet you already took a look this morning.â
You spluttered, mortified. âNo! I mean, of course not! Itâs justâthis is⊠inappropriate.â
Amy snorted, clearly unconvinced. âUh-huh, sure. And here I thought you had a little curiosity.â
You glared, fully prepared to tell them off, but Amy cut in first, smirking as she leaned over your desk.
âCâmon, Y/N, itâs just us girls. Tell me you donât have some curiosity about what the man can do when itâs just him and the camera.â
You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, struggling to keep your cool. âNo, Iâm not curious! Not at all. And maybe you two shouldnât be either, because, oh, I donât know⊠WE ARE AT WORK!â
They both cracked up, sharing a delighted high-five as you buried your face in your hands, praying for the ground to open up and swallow you.
âOh, weâre just messing with you,â Trish said, barely holding back laughter. âBut seriously, girl⊠you look like you need to unwind. Maybe with a drink or⊠you know⊠a little quality screen time?â
âOr maybe someone live and in-person?â Amy chimed in, waggling her eyebrows.
You groaned, face down on your desk, cursing the fact that they would never, ever know the full story.
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You stepped into the lobby, utterly drained from the day, just as the elevator doors began to slide shut. Without a second thought, you bolted, slipping in right before they closed. Only then did you realize the universe was playing tricks on you.
Because standing right there, with a half-smirk on his face and way too much knowing mischief in his eyes, was Bucky. Alone.
You froze, instantly regretting every choice that had led to this moment. But it was too late now, so you plastered on a polite smile and tried not to look like a deer caught in headlights.
Buckyâs eyes twinkled as he took you in, leaning casually against the side of the elevator as he said, âTired?â
You laughed, and before you could stop it, the laugh turned into a borderline deranged chuckle.
âOh, yes, thank you very much,â you replied, sarcasm slipping out before you could rein it in. Then, muttering under your breath but clearly audible, you added, âMaybe keep it down too⊠in the morning.â
He chuckled, looking way too amused. âSorry about that. Work, you know? She, uh⊠went home right after, donât worry.â
Your face went flaming hot, and you whipped your head to look straight ahead, pressing your lips together like that would somehow save you from this horror.
âOh, you donât⊠you donât have to explain it to me,â you stammered, feeling like your cheeks were practically on fire. âIâm not worried.â
The smirk only widened. âGood to know.â He leaned in just a little, adding, âI wouldnât want to keep you up⊠unintentionally.â
You choked, your hand flying up to cover your mouth as you let out a mortified laugh that you could barely stop from turning into a squeak. Just get to your floor, just get to your floor⊠you chanted internally, keeping your gaze laser-focused on the elevator doors.
But you could feel him watching you, could practically feel the amusement radiating off him as you tried to pretend that your life hadnât just devolved into a rom-com nightmare.
Finallyâfinallyâthe elevator dinged at your floor. You stepped out, sighing with relief, only for Bucky to step out right behind you.
âHey,â he called, making you pause and turn reluctantly. He was smiling, hands casually shoved into his pockets as he looked you over. âAre you coming to the rooftop pool party this weekend?â
âNo,â you replied flatly, the answer escaping before you could even pretend to think about it.
He laughed, clearly not deterred. âAw, come on. You sure? Itâll be fun.â
You shook your head vigorously, waving him off. âNo, no, Iâm good. Iâm⊠not much of a party person.â
âReally?â he replied, stepping a little closer, his smile turning into something dangerously persuasive. âItâs just neighbors hanging out, not some crazy nightclub thing. Good music, food⊠probably no loud⊠work, either.â
You glared, suppressing an eye roll as he gave you a wink. âIâll pass, thanks.â
âOh, come on,â he said, still grinning. âIf you donât show up, who am I going to talk to about all the âworkâ complaints?â
You stifled a laugh, trying to maintain your resolve. âPretty sure there are other people you can bother with that.â
âBut none of them have your⊠constructive feedback,â he replied, his gaze dropping to the floor as he pretended to look shy. âAnd honestly, I need someone to keep me in check. Iâm a handful at parties. Who else is going to stop me from climbing onto tables?â
You snorted, crossing your arms as you tried not to crack a smile. âI highly doubt youâre a handful at a pool party.â
He raised an eyebrow, challenging you. âCome and find out.â
You looked away, shaking your head but feeling the corners of your mouth tug upward. âBucky, Iâm not going.â
âSo, youâre saying youâll leave me up there with all these people who⊠donât know me as well as you do?â He tilted his head, giving you a mock-pout.
Your face turned red, and you sputtered, âI donât know you! I barely know you!â
âOh, so all those research sessions werenât exactly getting to know me?â he replied, grinning as he watched you turn an even deeper shade of crimson.
âYouâugh, youâre impossible,â you muttered, finally laughing despite yourself.
âThatâs what everyone says,â he said, his voice softening just a little as he held your gaze. âCome on, Y/N. I promise, no loud work. Iâll even save you a spot.â
You sighed, feeling the last bit of resistance crumble. âFine. But only for an hour.â
He beamed, triumphant. âDeal. And who knows? Maybe weâll find something to actually talk about⊠outside of work.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart did a little flip. This is going to be a disaster, you thought. But somehow, you didnât mind as much as you thought you would.
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The weekend took forever to arrive, but somehow, you survived itâmostly by avoiding Bucky and doing your best not to think about that ridiculously intriguing video heâd hinted at. Nope, not even a peek. It was your own personal victory, though it took every ounce of willpower you had.
And now, here you were, standing at the rooftop entrance, mentally psyching yourself up. Youâd put on a two-piece swimsuit under a white sheer cover-up, feeling only slightly self-conscious as you stepped out. Only because you hated drawing attention to your body.
The party was already in full swing, a mix of upbeat music and laughter filling the air. You scanned the crowd for a certain troublemaking neighbor, but no sign of him. Great, you thought, rolling your eyes. Bucky drags me up here, then vanishes like an ass. Typical.
You made a beeline for an empty lounge chair, setting down your bag and towel, hoping youâd have a chance to relax before anyone else noticed you. But just as you were about to sit, a deep voice called out.
âHey there!â
You turned to see an equally impressive figureâa tall, muscular guy with a sun-kissed smile, striding over with a confident swagger.
âIâm Johnny,â he said, flashing a grin as he handed you a cold glass of beer. âWelcome to the party.â
âOh! Thanks,â you said, taking the glass, feeling only slightly overwhelmed by all the testosterone on this rooftop. âNice to meet you, Johnny.â
âLikewise,â he said, eyes flicking over you with the appreciation of someone who knew exactly what he was looking at. âDidnât expect to see a new face up here. I know most of the regulars.â
âYeah, I⊠usually keep to myself,â you admitted, suddenly feeling awkward under his gaze.
âWell, glad youâre here,â he said smoothly, gesturing to a chair beside yours. âMind if I join you?â
Before you could answer, another familiar voice cut through the air, low and unmistakably amused. âJohnny.â
You turned slowly, bracing yourself for whatever cocky look Bucky had in store, but when you finally laid eyes on him, your brain just⊠stopped. No thoughts, head empty, because the second he strolled into view, you swore you heard the sultry opening saxophone of Careless Whisper start playing, echoing dramatically in your head like some corny, slow-motion rom-com entrance.
He moved in perfect sync to the imaginary music in your head, each step more absurdly cinematic than the last. This canât be happening, you thought, but somehow, there he wasâtan skin, swim trunks slung just right, and that damn casual shirt hanging open over his shoulders. The man looked like a vacation ad, except he was bringing you dangerously close to a heatstroke.
As he got closer, the sax solo in your mind reached ridiculous, life-altering levels of intensity. Why do you have to look like this? you thought, nearly choking on the vision before you. Buckyâs smirk turned into something almost smug, like he knew exactly what effect he was having, as if he, too, could hear the George Michael anthem of seduction playing in your head. You half-expected him to whip out an actual saxophone and start serenading you right there.
You swallowed, barely keeping yourself from drooling, and willed yourself to stay composed. Get a grip, you told yourself, though you were about 98% certain your jaw was on the verge of dropping.
âSorry, Johnny,â he said smoothly, not even glancing at the other guy. âI think she already has company.â
You quickly tried to compose yourself, forcing a neutral expression as you willed your face not to betray the sheer catastrophe your brain was going through.
âOh, hey, Bucky,â you said, hoping your voice didnât sound as strangled as you felt. Inside, you were practically screaming. Why do you have to look like a freaking Greek god, Barnes? Itâs rude, honestly.
Johnny raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking between the two of you, clearly picking up on the tension. âYou two know each other?â
Bucky leaned casually against the lounge chair next to yours, flashing a grin that practically oozed mischief.
âYou could say that. Sheâs my neighbor,â he said, his tone implying⊠well, all sorts of things. You immediately knew that everyone within earshot was definitely getting the wrong idea. âAnd Iâve been trying to get her to come out of her shell for a while now.â
Come out of her shell? You wanted to throttle him. But before you could retort, Johnny, ever the gentleman, just gave you a knowing wink and clapped Bucky on the shoulder.
âWell, guess Iâll let you take over, then,â he said, sauntering off with an amused smile.
You sighed, turning to face Bucky, who looked all too pleased with himself as he settled in beside you, stretching out like he owned the place.
âSo, you made it,â he said, taking a leisurely sip of his drink as his eyes did a once-over that was a little too thorough.
âYep,â you replied, your voice barely concealing your exasperation. âI showed up, just like I said I would. Where were you?â
He shrugged, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face. âWas just giving you a chance to make some new friends,â he said, his tone way too casual.
You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the beer Johnny had given you. âPlease. You just love making an entrance.â
He chuckled, clinking his glass with yours. âCanât say youâre wrong about that.â
As he leaned back, his gaze lingered a little too long, making your cheeks heat up.
âNice cover-up, by the way,â he commented, smirk widening. âItâs⊠modest.â
You shot him a look, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the sheer fabric draped over your swimsuit. âWhy, thank you. That was kind of the point.â
âYeah?â he replied, his voice dropping just a notch. âShame, though. Bet that swimsuitâs got a whole lot of personality under there.â
You practically choked on your drink, coughing as you glared at him. âYouâre such a flirt, Barnes.â
He chuckled, clearly unbothered by your reaction. âHey, just saying what everyoneâs thinking.â
You settled back in your chair, determined not to let him get the upper hand. But as you sat there, pretending to ignore him, you couldnât shake the feeling that, despite everything, you were enjoying this game just as much as he was.
You took a deep breath, narrowing your eyes at Bucky, who was looking far too pleased with himself.
âLike I said, just one hour,â you told him firmly, crossing your arms as if that would somehow fortify your resolve against whatever mischievous plans he undoubtedly had.
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning even more devilish. âOh, Iâm sure an hour will be more than enough.â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. âFor what? So you can drive me insane and then sit back and enjoy the show?â
He chuckled, leaning a little closer, and you felt your heart rate spike. âMaybe. But I was thinking more along the lines of just⊠keeping you entertained.â
âOh, Iâm plenty entertained, thanks,â you shot back, trying to sound unimpressed despite the heat creeping up your neck.
He shrugged, unfazed, and settled back into his lounge chair.
âGood. Then letâs make it the best hour of your week,â he said, flashing you a wink that sent a new wave of exasperationâand, annoyingly, a bit of excitementâthrough you.
You huffed, shaking your head as you took a sip of your drink, determined not to let him see just how much that smirk was affecting you. Just one hour, you reminded yourself. What could possibly happen in one hour?
As you and Bucky settled into a strange, almost comfortable silence, you heard a booming voice from across the pool.
âCHICKEN FIGHT!â Johnnyâs voice rang out, loud and enthusiastic, immediately grabbing everyoneâs attention.
You whipped your head around, eyes widening. Johnny was wading into the pool, rallying everyone like some kind of pool party commander. âCome on! Everyone in! We need two teams!â
âOh, no,â you muttered under your breath, instinctively shrinking into your lounge chair, hoping youâd be overlooked in the shuffle. Absolutely not happening, you thought, clutching your drink like a lifeline.
But Bucky, of course, was already grinning ear to ear. He turned to you, his eyes gleaming with excitement and mischief.
âYou heard him,â he said, patting your shoulder like this was some team-building exercise. âWeâre going in.â
âWhat? No!â you hissed, clutching your drink tighter as if that would save you. âI didnât sign up for a chicken fight. Iâm just here for moral support.â
Bucky laughed, standing up and stretching in that way that only he could pull off without looking ridiculous.
âOh, come on,â he said, flashing you that smug, challenging grin. âAfraid of a little friendly competition?â
You shook your head, digging your heels in. âNope. Not happening. And itâs not friendlyâitâs dangerous!â
âOh, donât be such a chicken.â His smirk widened, and then, with a theatrical sigh, he added, âGuess Iâll just have to find someone braver.â
Your jaw dropped. âOh, youâre really going to play that card?â
He shrugged, glancing around with feigned disappointment. âGuess so. Shame though. I thought you could handle it.â
It was the final straw. With an exasperated groan, you threw down your drink and stood up.
âFine! Iâll do it.â The second the words left your mouth, you instantly regretted them, especially as you saw Buckyâs smirk morph into full-blown satisfaction.
âPerfect,â he said, clearly thrilled with himself.
You sighed, slipping off your sheer cover-up, feeling a sudden self-consciousness as you stood there in just your swimsuit. Buckyâs gaze flicked over you with open admiration, his grin widening just a bit. You forced yourself to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, rolling your eyes at his blatant staring.
âEnjoying the view?â you deadpanned.
âOh, absolutely,â he replied without missing a beat, his eyes twinkling. âBut weâve got a fight to win.â
Before you could second-guess your decision, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the pool. Johnny spotted the two of you and cheered, pumping his fist in the air. âYes! We got a team! Bucky and⊠Y/N, right?â
You forced a smile, giving him a thumbs-up while silently planning your escape route. But before you knew it, you were waist-deep in the water, Bucky hoisting you up with surprising ease, positioning you on his shoulders.
âOh my god, this is insane,â you muttered, gripping onto his head for balance as he adjusted to your weight. âI feel like a five-year-old at a theme park.â
âJust hold on,â he chuckled, steadying himself under you. âIâve got you.â
Your heart skipped a beat as his hands firmly held your thighs, and suddenly, this was a whole new level of intense. Focus on the fight, not the incredibly attractive man holding you in the pool, you told yourself, cheeks flaming.
Johnny waded over with his partnerâa muscular, tattooed guy named Jake who was definitely taking this way too seriously.
âReady to lose, Barnes?â Jake taunted, grinning up at you.
Bucky chuckled, his hands tightening on your legs just slightly. âNot a chance.â
âAlright, youâre up top!â Johnny yelled, clapping his hands. âLetâs see what youâve got!â
You barely had time to brace yourself before Jake and his partner charged at you, water splashing everywhere as they made their move. Instinctively, you shrieked, grabbing onto Buckyâs hair for dear life as the force of the impact sent you both wobbling.
âEasy on the hair!â Bucky grunted, though he was laughing, his shoulders steadying beneath you as he held his ground.
âOh, sorry!â you gasped, adjusting your grip. But before you could even catch your breath, Jakeâs partner was lunging at you again, arms flailing as he tried to knock you off balance.
âOh, no you donât!â you muttered, your competitive spirit kicking in. You threw your hands out, grabbing his wrists and pushing back with everything you had, determined to hold your ground.
âYeah, thatâs it!â Bucky cheered from below, his laughter bubbling up as he shifted to help keep you steady. âShow âem what youâve got!â
Fueled by his encouragementâand a surprising amount of adrenalineâyou leaned forward, pushing against Jakeâs partner with all your strength. The guyâs face twisted in concentration, but with one final shove, you managed to throw him off balance. He teetered, arms flailing, before finally toppling backward into the water with a massive splash.
âYes!â you shouted, punching the air triumphantly as Johnny and Jake went down in a flurry of water and defeat. âSuck on that!â
The words had barely left your mouth when reality crashed back in. You blinked, suddenly realizing that maybeâjust maybeâyouâd gotten a little too carried away. Oh god, did I really just shout that? you thought, the heat rushing to your cheeks as your triumphant grin quickly turned into a sheepish smile.
âWell, look at you,â Bucky chuckled from below, clearly amused by your victory-induced outburst. âDidnât know you had it in you.â
âYeah, well⊠neither did I,â you muttered, feeling the embarrassment settling in as you tried to slide off his shoulders, desperate to save whatever shred of dignity you had left. But as you started to wriggle down, you realized Buckyâs hands were still firmly gripping your thighs, holding you in place.
You froze, looking down at him. âUh, Bucky⊠you can, you know⊠let go now.â
He glanced up, smirking. âOh, but youâre comfortable up there. Why rush it?â
You huffed, your face going a deeper shade of red. âBecause Iâm very much done being the human flagpole, thank you very much.â
Buckyâs grin only widened as he kept his hold, clearly enjoying the situation far more than he should. âNah, I think I like you right where you are. Adds a bit of⊠height to my reputation.â
âOh my god,â you groaned, feeling your mortification level spike. âIf you donât let me down, I swear Iâllââ
âFine, fine,â he laughed, finally loosening his grip, letting you slide back into the water. But just as your feet touched down, he didnât back awayâinstead, he shifted closer, his hands still lingering on your waist, his gaze locking onto yours with a look that sent your pulse racing.
You took a half-step back, but there was no real room to escape, not with the edge of the pool just behind you and Buckyâs broad frame in front, all mischief and steady, unbreakable eye contact.
âYou know,â he murmured, his voice low, âyou could stay longer.â
Your breath hitched as Bucky leaned just the slightest bit closer, his hands still warm and steady on your waist, his smirk turning softer yet somehow more intense. Every nerve in your body seemed to jolt to life as he held your gaze.
You cleared your throat, attempting to find your voice amid the chaos of your thoughts.
âUh⊠stay longer? For what?â you managed, trying to sound casual, though your pulse was anything but.
His smirk grew, the corners of his mouth lifting in that way that was dangerously charming.
âFor the victory lap, of course,â he murmured, his voice just above a whisper. âAfter all, we did just crush the competition. Wouldnât want you running off too fast.â
âOh, right, a victory lap,â you muttered, trying to regain your composure but finding it difficult with his hands still lingering on your waist. âBut I think the whole pool just watched that âlapââŠâ
âThen they got a good show,â he chuckled, his voice warm with that teasing tone you were starting to know all too well. âBut the best part of winning is savoring it⊠right here.â
Your face went hot as his fingers brushed slightly against your sides, sending a little spark of energy straight up your spine.
âBucky,â you said, the word barely a whisper. âYouâre⊠awfully close.â
âOh, am I?â He didnât back away; instead, he raised a brow, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. âDidnât hear you complaining when you were up there, champ.â
Your cheeks went impossibly warmer. âThat was different. That was, you know⊠competitive. Strategic.â
âCompetitive and strategic?â he echoed, his grin turning almost wicked. âWell, in that caseâŠâ He shifted his hands slightly, bringing you even closer as he leaned in. âLetâs see if youâre still competitive outside the game.â
He hovered just a breath away, his gaze flickering to your lips for a moment that felt like an eternity. You felt yourself leaning in almost on instinct, your pulse racing, and for one wild, heart-stopping second, it seemed like he might actually kiss you.
But then, as if on cue, someone nearby let out a loud, obnoxious cheer, snapping both of you out of the moment. The sound jolted you, and you quickly took a step back, breaking the tension as reality crashed in.
Bucky chuckled softly, looking slightly too smug as he let his hands fall from your waist.
âGuess that victory lap will have to wait,â he murmured, giving you one last look that promised he wasnât quite finished with his teasing yet.
You swallowed, desperately trying to get your heart rate back to normal. âYeah, guess so.â
As the night went on, youâd lost count of how many concoction drinks had been handed to you, and at this point, your usual sense of caution was practically nonexistent. The rooftop was a haze of laughter, lights, and music, and the whole place felt like it was buzzing with energy. Any embarrassment from earlier had dissolved into pure, uninhibited confidence, each drink making you feel bolder than the last.
One minute, you were in a drinking game, cheering Bucky on as he took down a round of shots like it was nothing. The next, you found yourself in a game of truth or dare that had somehow escalated into body shots. Youâd laughed, nearly choking on your drink, when you saw Bucky sprawled out on a table, daring you with that infuriating grin to take your turn.
âOh, come on, that's not fair,â you slurred, trying to wave off the dare as he raised an eyebrow, that smug look firmly in place.
âBack out now if you canât handle it,â he teased, lying back and folding his arms behind his head, acting like he hadnât a care in the world.
The crowd cheered you on, and fueled by liquid courage, you rolled your eyes and leaned down, pressing your lips to his abs, feeling his warm skin under your touch as you took the shot in a quick, heated moment. His laughter mingled with the cheers around you, and you couldnât help but feel a rush from the attention, from his gaze, from the heat spreading across your face.
Before you knew it, you were in a round of flip cup with Bucky as your teammate, and he downed his drink, slamming his cup down with a victorious shout. He grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing so hard you could barely stand straight when he finally set you down.
Somehow, you ended up on the makeshift dance floor, music thumping as the party around you roared on, the lights around the rooftop pool casting a glow over everyone. Youâd danced with other people throughout the night, but Bucky seemed to have a way of drawing you back, his energy magnetic, his laughter contagious. It was like he was everywhere you turned, keeping pace with you, matching every laugh and smirk with one of his own.
The music thumped, lights flashed, and the DJâs voice blared over the speakers, âAlright, party people! Hereâs the dealâfind someone you want to⊠get close to tonight and give them a kiss, a hug, heck, even a lick if youâre feeling bold!â
Everyone around you burst into cheers and laughter, the partyâs energy wild and reckless. By now, you were buzzing on so much liquid courage that everything felt like the best idea ever, including the fact that you were swaying against Bucky, whoâd somehow stayed by your side all night.
He leaned in, his smirk way too mischievous, and the alcohol made it feel impossibly close.
âDid you hear that?â he slurred, barely keeping the laughter out of his voice. âI think itâd be a shame if we ignore the DJâs request donât you?â
You rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off, but he just grinned wider, leaning in until his cheek was practically pressed against yours.
âHold still,â he whispered, a laugh lurking in his voice.
Then, in a move so outrageous you could barely comprehend it, he dragged his tongue slowly from your chin up to your forehead.
âBucky!â you shrieked, stumbling back and half falling over yourself, laughter bubbling out of you as you clutched your face in shock. âOh my god, you did not justââ
He stepped back, looking beyond pleased with himself, the grin on his face pure, unfiltered pride.
âWhat? Iâm just being⊠obedient,â he slurred, raising his hands in mock innocence.
âYou are the worst!â you squealed, laughing so hard you could barely keep it together, grabbing his arm as you steadied yourself, still half in disbelief. He just chuckled, clearly reveling in your reaction as he pulled you right back into the rhythm, your laughter mixing with the cheers around you as the dance floor pulsed with music.
They cranked up the music, and suddenly, the beat was all around you, pulsing through the crowd, as if daring everyone to let loose. The energy was infectious, and you found yourself moving in sync with him, laughing as you danced together, every touch and sway between you crackling with a chemistry that had been simmering all night.
Without thinking, you stepped closer, your hands drifting to his chest, letting your fingers splay against the warm, solid muscle. Your movements grew slower, more deliberate, and his hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you against him until there was barely any space left between you. His gaze dropped, glued on your lips, and you felt a shiver run through you, your breath hitching as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. His nose brushed yours, and you looked up to meet his gaze, seeing the same surprised intensity reflected in his eyes.
Bucky held your gaze, his breath mingling with yours, and you could feel the tension building, electric and undeniable. He was waitingâleaving the next move up to you. If you wanted him, you knew heâd let you take him.
đ¶Just let me know, can you be the one to hold and not let me go?đ¶
Heart pounding, you somehow managed to press yourself even closer, feeling the swell of your chest against him, igniting a flush across his cheeks. But it wasnât embarrassment you saw in his eyesâit was heat, a look that sent a thrill down your spine. His hand shifted, his fingers tracing along the curve of your hip, and you could feel the strength of his grip as he held you.
đ¶I need to know, could you be the one to call when I lose control?đ¶
The tension was unbearable, and as you tilted your face up, your lips brushed his in the softest, most hesitant caressâa question, an invitation. His resolve crumbled instantly. His hand slid to your waist, gripping the flesh there as his other hand threaded into your hair, guiding your head back so he could kiss you deeper, tasting you with an intensity that left you breathless. You let out a startled, breathless sound, and he responded by pulling you closer, cradling your face as if you were something precious, something he couldnât bear to let go of.
Your lips parted for him, and he kissed you with a hunger that had been building for some time. His tongue traced yours, swallowing your quiet moans, anchoring you to him as his hand kept you steady. It wasnât forceful, just⊠tender, like he was holding something priceless.
Your breaths came heavy, your cheeks flushed, but you barely noticed; all you could feel was him, his touch, his heartbeat pounding against yours, and the fire in his veins matching your own. In that moment, propriety, the crowd around you, everything else faded into oblivion. If he wanted you to take him right there, you couldnât even think of saying no.
Every nerve in your body was alive, tingling with an incredible sense of lust and need as his arms held you close. His lips pressed harder, deepening the kiss, his passion and intensity only spurring you to match it. You melted against him, completely consumed by the heat and need between you, and for those moments, it was as if nothing else existed. Oxygen became secondary; the only thing that mattered was the connection between you, growing more fervent with each second.
Finally, when the need for air became overwhelming, you both broke apart, gasping, your faces inches from each other, breaths mingling as you took each other in. His lips tingled, mirroring your own, and every beat of your heart seemed to urge you back into his embrace.
âLetâs get out of here⊠yours or mine?â Bucky stammered between breaths, his voice husky, his eyes still filled with fire. His body radiated heat, and he looked like heâd dive into the pool at any second just to cool down.
âMine,â you whispered, your voice breathless, cheeks flushed, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you held his gaze.
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You both barely made it down the hallway before the urgency hit, the tension that had been building all night finally snapping. Buckyâs hands were everywhereâgripping your waist, pulling you against him as you fumbled for your keys, the both of you practically tripping over each other in your haste. As soon as you managed to unlock the door, you pushed it open, stumbling inside, his mouth crashing into yours before it even closed behind you.
Wetness pooled inside you, the need for him overwhelming as you pressed back against the door, his body meeting yours in a frenzy of heat and desperation. His stubble scraped against your skin, rough and deliciously manly, a reminder that he was all raw power and intensity. You loved it, the way it scratched against your cheek, adding to the thrill and making your skin tingle wherever he touched.
His lips found the side of your neck, warm and insistent as he kissed his way down, nipping softly, each touch leaving you breathless. You tilted your head back, giving him more access, exposing the full length of your neck to his hungry mouth. His hands slid up your sides, his fingers pressing in firmly, possessively, as his teeth grazed your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through you.
âGod,â he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with desire. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this.â
You could only gasp, clutching onto him as his mouth moved up to your jaw, his hands never stilling, gripping you as if he couldnât bear to let go. Bucky reached a hand up and placed it on your left breast, over the bikini top, and then brought his hand up to the back of your neck to pull you in closer to him. You undid the straps of your top, and down fell the top, exposing your naked breasts to him.
Holy shitâthis canât be real. Am I hallucinating? Is this actually happening? Waitâoh god, is he about to put my boobs in his mouth?!
Like a hungry child desperate for milk Bucky suckled on your nipple, squeezing the bottom of your breast passionately with one hand, and holding the other breast in his other hand. You looked down at him, licking, sucking, rubbing, and he looked as though he was transported to paradise.
He worked himself into a frenzy playing with your breast, until he wanted more. He lifted you up under your thighs, off the floor, and pressed your back against the wall.
Oh shit!
He kissed you again, his hand sliding down to press against you over your bikini bottom. With a quick, desperate motion, he tugged the fabric to the side, his fingers brushing bare skin, making your breath hitch.
As his hand cupped you, he began to move slowly, his fingers exploring, teasing. âDamn,â he murmured, his voice thick with surprise and satisfaction. âYouâre so wet. Is this what happens every time you watch my videos?â
âM-maybeâŠâ you stammered, cheeks heating, barely able to meet his eyes as a grin spread across his face.
His fingers slid inside you, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each motion sending sparks through your entire body. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he asked, âHow many times have you touched yourself thinking about me?â
You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as he continued, each movement intensifying the heat pooling inside you.
âMmmhâwhy would I tell you that?â you managed, trying to sound teasing but barely able to keep your voice steady.
His grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his fingers pressed deeper, his thumb brushing against you just right. âBecause I want to hear every filthy detail.â
He kissed your other nipple, the one he missed when before. Bucky always gave equal time to the breasts. Suckling on one nipple, fingering you harder and harder, you were getting more and more excited for the moment he would penetrate you.
âOh my godââ You swallowed, feeling your face heat up and you could feel yourself slightly sobering up. With a nervous laugh, you finally gave in, your voice soft but steady.
âFine⊠sometimes, late at nightâahâIâd imagine you between my legs, devouring me like your life depended on it,â you whispered, feeling your cheeks burn. âIâdâfuckâIâd think about your hands, the way theyâd feel inside me, moving exactly like thisâŠmmmh,â you gasped as his fingers pressed deeper, your own words sparking the desire between you.
His fingers never stopped their steady, torturous rhythm, each movement deliberate, coaxing you toward the edge with a patience that was as maddening as it was intoxicating.
âAnd? Thatâs it?â he asked, his tone thick with amusement, daring you to reveal more. His thumb brushed against you in just the right way, as if encouraging you to keep talking, to give him every last detail he was craving.
âAndâhahâIâd picture you⊠spitting in my mouth while youâre turning me on, youâd put your hand on my neck while I beg you to i dunno? reorganize my gutsâbecause youâre so big Bucky. . . I donât think youâll fit inside me.â
âOh the innocent looking ones are always the dirtiest.â Buckyâs smirk turned darker, his fingers pressing into you with a newfound intensity, his digits hooking and pressing into your most sensitive spot, causing your hips to jerk against his palm.
âAnd was I just as good in your imagination as I am now?â he murmured, voice low and rough, sending shivers straight down your spine.
âYes⊠yesâŠâ The words left your lips almost involuntarily, your hands gripping his shoulders as your nails dug in, grounding yourself against the overwhelming sensation. Your face twisted with pleasure, each stroke of his digits making it harder to catch your breath.
Buckyâs eyes darkened with a fierce satisfaction as he watched you, his smirk deepening. âBetter than you imagined?â
"Mhhm," you tried to respond, but it came out more like a needy moan, your voice barely a whisper under the intensity of his touch.
Bucky's smirk grew at the sound, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in every reaction, every tremble. "Thatâs what I thought," he murmured, his voice dark and teasing.
Bucky carried you through the open door of your bedroom, his movements purposeful, every touch sending sparks across your skin. When he reached the edge of the bed, he lowered you onto the mattress, but before letting you go, he bent down to capture your lips in a kissâa kiss that felt as intimate as it did electrifying.
You couldnât help but notice the difference; this was something he never did in his videos. Bucky never kissed anyone on the lips on screen. But here, he kissed you slowly, deeply.
His hands moved to your shoulders, firm but gentle as he guided you back into the soft downy mattress. âThere you go, baby,â he murmured, his voice warm and low. âLean back.â
He knelt down at the side of the bed. He pulled off your panties, the final barrier to your sex. He pushed your legs apart and back, and gazed at your pussy, already wet for him.
He stared at your exposed pussy for ten seconds, admiring it like it was the greatest work of art he had ever seen.
"Your pussy," he said, his lips nearly brushing your sex. "It's beautiful.â
You lifted your head up and looked at him. Your jaw was dropped and you were already starting to feel tingles up your body, even though he hadn't licked you yet. You heard his breathing get heavier and heavier, he was so excited to put his lips on your pussy.
Two large fingers of his left hand spread your lips. Two large fingers of his right hand rubbed your clit in strong circles. Each circle sends a shock wave through your body.
"You smell fantastic," he declared, and he dove his mouth right on top of your wet and stimulated clit. Up and down he licked. Up and down, his mouth clasped tight against your pussy.
"Oh," you moaned, as your eyes rolled up to the back of your head. Your armsâwith a mind of their ownâgrabbed the back of your thighs and lifted them back, presenting yourself to this man who used to be on the screen and was now bringing you to ecstasy. He'd only just started to lick you, but even so you felt ready for him to enter you and never leave.
As Bucky continued to eat you like youâre his last meal, each suction sending thrills through you, a sudden wave of doubt crashed over you, freezing you in place. Images flooded your mindâwomen heâd been with, all effortlessly beautiful, the kind who exuded confidence and allure. How could you compare? This had to be nothing more than another fleeting thing for him, a âfriendshipâ that would end the moment the night was over.
You tensed, your hands moving to gently push him back. âBucky⊠wait,â you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.
He looked up from between your legs, his expression softening instantly as he met your gaze.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice gentle, concerned.
âI⊠I justâŠâ You stammered, the words getting caught in your throat before you finally managed, âI donât want to be⊠one of your girls.â
Bucky blinked, taken aback, his expression shifting as if the words had struck something unexpected, almost offended.
âOne of my girls?â
You nodded, biting your lip as you searched for the right way to explain. âI⊠I donât do one-night stands,â you admitted, feeling vulnerable.
Bucky nodded slowly, his tongue pressing into his cheek as he rose to his feet. "Mhmâno, I get it... it's because of my job," he said, his tone carrying a hint of defensiveness.
You sat up, noticing the shift in his demeanor. "Are you mad?" you asked softly, uncertainty creeping into your voice.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not mad," he replied, though his clenched jaw suggested otherwise. "I just didn't think you'd see me that way."
"See you what way?" you pressed gently.
He met your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "Like I'm some guy who just goes around collecting flings," he explained. "I thought you knew me better than that."
You swallowed, choosing your words carefully. âIt's not that I think poorly of you,â you said. âIt's just... your work makes things complicated for me. I don't want to be another notch on anyone's belt.â
He took a deep breath, his expression softening. âI understand where you're coming from,â he admitted. âBut believe me when I say that thisââ he gestured between the two of you ââis different for me.â
âHow do I know that?â you asked quietly.
He stepped closer, his eyes sincere. âBecause I don't share moments like this with just anyone,â he said. âYou think I go around kissing people like that? Off-camera, in my real life?â
Buckyâs expression shifted, his brows knitting together as he crossed his arms, clearly growing more frustrated. âI thought you knew the difference between who I am on-camera and who I am off it,â he replied, his tone clipped.
You sighed, trying to hold your ground. âBucky, youâre the one who kept teasing me to watch your videos, practically encouraging me to make it my new hobbyâhow am I supposed to ignore what you do?â
He scoffed, running a hand through his hair in irritation. âBecause those videos arenât me,â he said, voice rising. âYouâre acting like everything I do there is just some extension of my personal life, but itâs a job, Y/N. I donât go around living like that off-set.â
You crossed your arms, not caring that the blanket had slipped off, leaving you bare before him.
âAnd Iâm supposed to just... pretend that all of it doesnât mean anything?â you shot back, feeling a twinge of vulnerability but refusing to let it show. âYou kept making those jokes, those commentsâyou have to see how confusing it is for me.â
He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. âAnd you think I just do that with everyone? That every person who walks into my life gets these... moments with me?â His gaze softened slightly as he gestured between the two of you. âIf that were the case, do you think Iâd be here, right now, trying to convince you?â
You opened your mouth to reply, but the words caught in your throat. His intensity was throwing you off balance, forcing you to question your assumptions. Youâd expected him to brush this off or laugh, not take it to heart.
He shook his head, a frustrated laugh escaping him. âYou donât get it, do you?â He looked at you, his eyes full of something you couldnât quite name. âI donât have to be here, fighting for this. I could have walked away and yet here I am.â
You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat as the weight of his words settled heavily between you. The intensity of his gaze, the raw honesty in his voiceâit was all too much, too fast, and yet it tugged at something deep inside you, making it impossible to brush off. But your heart was pounding, confusion and vulnerability swirling together, and you werenât ready to face everything his words were unearthing.
âI⊠I think we should call it a night,â you said quietly, barely able to meet his gaze, the words coming out softer than you intended.
For a moment, he looked at you, his expression unreadable, and you could see him processing your response. Then, with a quiet sigh, he nodded, stepping back to give you space.
âAlright,â he replied, his voice subdued. âIf thatâs what you want.â
The room felt suddenly colder, the tension between you now tinged with a quiet ache. You could tell he was holding back more that he wanted to say, but he respected your decision, his expression guarded as he looked away.
You bit your lip, your mind racing with things you couldnât bring yourself to say, with emotions you werenât quite ready to admit.
âThank you⊠for understanding,â you managed, feeling the weight of your choice settle over you.
He gave a small nod, his jaw tight, before he turned toward the door.
âGoodnight, Y/N,â he said softly, pausing for a moment as if hoping you might change your mind, before finally leaving your apartment, the main door shutting made you flinch even though Bucky closed it softly.
The silence that followed felt heavier than you expected. The tension that had filled the room moments ago lingered, and a wave of frustration washed over you, mixing with regret and uncertainty. You took a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair before letting out a long, exhausted sigh.
Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest pillow, buried your face into it, and let out a muffled scream, releasing all the emotions you couldnât quite put into words. The pillow absorbed the sound, but it did nothing to ease the twist of emotions churning inside you. Finally, you pulled the pillow away, feeling just as conflicted as before, wondering if youâd made the right choice⊠or a terrible mistake.
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TELL ME AGAIN, R. SUNA
sum. sequel to one last time. you visit suna after listening to the voicenote he sent you, just to talk, and end up doing a little more than that.
feat. rintaro suna
cw. cheating/infidelity, suna really got on my nerves while i was writing this and he'll probably get on yours too, arguing, choking (m. receiving), edging, cunnilingus, a little manhandling kinda, missionary, multiple instances of "i miss/ed you"
wc. 2k
Suna tries his best to keep the shit-eating grin off his face when you text him to ask if heâs home.
He knew that voice message would get you. There was a tiny voice in his head that told him it would be a monumental embarrassment if you didnât, but it was drowned out by all the other voices in his head telling him to send, send, send, send.
His stomach turns with anticipation. He doesnât even answer your question, just orders an Uber and sends you the car make and model and how long it will take to get to your apartment. 6 minutes. And then 12 minutes from yours to his.
He fishes out the fancy santal candle he knows you like from beneath the bathroom sink and lights it in his bedroom. Then he brushes his teeth and puts some music on and waits.
He jumps when the doorbell rings.
Thereâs a moment of silence when he opens the door, the two of you just looking at each other. It hits Suna that this is the first time heâs seen you in person in months. He used to see you everyday. There's a part of his chest that seems to ache at the realization. He ignores it.
âHi,â you breathe.
He blinks once. Twice. âHey.â He opens the door a little wider and shifts to the side so you can come in.
You take one step closer and then stop, eyeing him with unjust suspicion. âI didnât come over here to fuck you.â
Suna takes one look at your outfitâshorts that are definitely too short to be comfortable in this chilly fall weather and a sweatshirt heâs pretty sure is hisâand knows youâre lying. He doesnât call you out, just grins and shrugs and ushers you inside anyway.
You lean against the kitchen counter to survey the living room, pleased to see that it looks exactly the same as the last time you were here. Sunaâs still standing by the door when you look at him again, arms crossed.
âSo whyâd you come over?â he asks.
Itâs your turn to shrug. âYou said you missed me.â
âDid I?â
You give him a sideways look. âYou did.â You drag out the two words, nodding slowly and widening your eyes as if youâre speaking to a child.
Suna tilts his head to the side, smiling a little. âWhat else did I say?â
Oh lord. You shouldâve known heâd be annoying about it. You shift your gaze up to the ceiling, pretending to struggle to remember even though you listened to his message several times, including once on the car ride over.
âYou said you werenât happy for meâŠwhich is pretty fucked up.â
Suna just rolls his eyes. âWhat else?â
Eyes on the ceiling again. âYou said you liked my Halloween costume. And that if I had sex with you it wouldnât count as cheating because I havenât been with him that long.â You put air quotes around his claim, sliding your eyes back down to meet his.
Heâs standing closer to you now than he was a minute ago, looking like heâs holding back a laugh. âNow that partâs fucked up. Where is the boyfriend, by the way?â
You make a face and look at the time on the microwave. âProbably home. Probably asleep.â
âYeah? Howâs he doing?â He closes whatâs left of the gap between you and tugs on the drawstring of your (his) sweatshirt to even out both ends.
âFineâŠâ you whisper, breath hitching when his hand brushes your ear on the way to your hoodie.
He hums after fixing the string and walks towards his bedroom, tapping your bare thigh as he passes you as a silent cue to follow.
You realize that he doesnât believe your intentions for coming over are pure, which is true, but you donât like that he didnât even pretend to believe you.
You follow his lead anyway, resting your head against the doorframe and watching him fish his phone out of his pocket and dump it on his desk. He sits on the edge of the bed and looks over at you with his eyebrows raised.
âI told you I just came over here to talk,â you snap.
Sunaâs response is automatic. âNo, you said you didnât come over here to fuck.â
âRin.â
He puts his hands up in mock surrender. âSorry.â He leans forward, setting his elbows on his knees and his hands beneath his chin. âAlright. Talk.â
âYouâre so fucking annoying,â you mutter. âI shouldnât have come.â You twist your foot to turn around and immediately hear the bed creak with relief. Suna wraps his hand around your wrist before you can fully turn your back.
âWait, Iâm sorry,â he says. âStay. Please?â
He sounds like heâs begging. He looks like heâs begging, with his slumped shoulders and pleading eyes and desperation written all over his pretty face.
Itâs not enough.
âMy boyfriend doesnât taunt me like this, you know,â you tell him, indignant.
Sunaâs grip on your arms loosens as his face falls a bit.
You continue. âHeâs actually nice to me. And heâs romantic. Treats me like royalty.â
You watch Sunaâs jaw tick. His hand returns to his side. âHeâs boring.â
âHeâs steady.â
Sunaâs tone grows terse. âDull. Stale. Bland. Vanilla.â
âStable and secure and safe.â
Suna snorts. âSafe,â he repeats, sarcastic. âI seriously donât get how you can date him.â
âBecause heâs my boyfriend who I love and not just some guy I used to fuck when I was lonely.â
Itâs a low blow. You and Suna were friends long before the benefits came along. Good friends. Close friends.
If heâs offended he doesnât show it, just latches on to the first part of your sentence. âYou donât love him.â
Heâs right. âYouâre wrong.â
âReally? Why are you here then?â He narrows his eyes. âAnd donât say itâs because I said I missed you.â
Youâre not sure when you started taking steps forward, or when Suna started moving backwards, but his calves hit the edge of the bed and suddenly heâs sitting again, looking up at you with that infuriating self-righteousness that makes your eye twitch.
And then your hand is squeezing his throat and your lips are on his and youâre straddling him and moaning into his mouth.
You feel him start to smile against you before he pulls away.
He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. âDonât fucking say anything,â you tell him, before tugging his face towards you neck.
You can tell Sunaâs still smiling, but he obeys, sucking the tender spot right above your collarbone without another word. His hands find the bottom of your sweatshirt and he pulls it up.
His lips leave your skin and your hand leaves his neck so you can take your arms out of the sleeves and he can yank it over your head and drop it on the floor. Then he rests his hands on your hips and just looks at you.
Goosebumps dance across your shoulders and arms. Suna wants to comment on how you're not wearing a bra but he doesnât, just continues to stare.
âWhat?â you ask.
He takes in the sight of you on top of him, the rise and fall of your chestâquicker than normal, a side effect of him riling you up. He revels in the weight of you on his legs and tries to recall the last time you had him beneath you like this. Your birthday? His birthday? Or maybe it was that time he tried to cheer you up after you got laid off. Either way, itâs been a long time and he hates to think about how youâve probably been doing this with your boyfriend instead of him.
He canât help himself. âYou straddle the boyfriend like this?â
You huff and press your palm to his chest, shoving him onto his back. Your face hovers over his. âWhat are you gonna do if I say yes?â
Suna studies your face and puts his hands around your waist and beams. Itâs the only signal you get before he flips you, putting your head on a pillow and taking his own shirt off before he drops it on the ground somewhere near your hoodie.
You prop yourself up on your elbows, glancing at the hard outline growing in his sweats as you trail your fingertips up his thigh. He leans into you and rests his forehead against yours.
âI missed you,â he says softly.
Your heart beats at a concerning speed. âI know.â
He gets up from the bed and snaps the waistband of your shorts before telling you to take them off and removing the rest of his own clothes. When he crouches over you again, you place the sole of your foot flat against him and tut.
âYou also said youâd do that thing I like with your tongue.â
Again, Suna chooses not to comment. He wonders how many times you listened to the message, because itâs sounding like more than once, more than a couple. He grabs your ankles and drags you down the bed, forcing a giggle out of your throat before he plants his head between your legs.
He circles your clit, avoiding making contact with it directly and making teasing strokes with his fingers until youâre panting and quivering and making shaky demands for him to let you come on his tongue. When he does, you scream his name.
âMusic to my fucking ears,â he says under his breath, licking your slick off his lips. âYou scream this loud for him too?â
You can't believe you forgot how aggravating he is. âShut up and fuck me.â
He looks so smug. You start to think that the desperation from before was too short-lived, until heâs inside you and youâre filled with him and that familiar need that makes you wrap your legs around him and claw at his back.
All you can think about is how you miss him and you missed this, and youâre telling him to fuck you harder, and then his mouth is right below your ear and his hair is tickling your cheek and a stream of yesâs and Rinâs are tumbling out of your mouth like dominoes and youre trying to pull him impossibly closer and youre so surrounded by him that its dizzying and youre whispering i miss you in his ear and hoping it doesnt sound like i love you and hes saying i miss you too and youre wondering if he really means i love you too and then youre biting into his shoulder andâ
You lose count of how many times you come. Both of you do. The two of you are coated in sweat, laying on damp sheets in a room that now smells like sex and sandalwood. Neither of you speak, busy catching your breath and being lost in thought. You donât want to say anything, afraid youâll break the spell.
You didnât have to worry about that, though, because you hear your phone ping loudly and realize itâs on the floor, still tucked away in the front pocket of your sweatshirt. Suna turns his head towards you.
âYou should break up with him.â
You raise an eyebrow at the seriousness in his voice and sigh. âI know.â
âToday.â
A pause. âOkay.â
Thereâs another moment where none of you speak. And thenâ
âYou should date me instead.â
You turn to face him and the earnestness in his expression catches you so off guard you have to look away again. Itâs not that you never expected him to bring it up, you just hadn't expected him to sound so sincere when he did.
You had toyed with the idea before, a handful of times even, but everything between you two was so easyâwhy would you mess it up with a what are we? conversation? Although, you suppose you messed it up anyway by getting a boyfriend and ditching Suna without warning.
It takes you a long time to respond, long enough that Suna starts to game plan an exit strategy, but then you meet his gaze again.
âOkay.â
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No cause I can imagine everyone in the 141 having a big appetite so GOOD LUCK making enough food for them all when Simon invites his mates over đđ
the thought of eating rn makes me want to shit in my hands and clap but iâll power through to write this
when simon came home to find the kitchen to find bags of food dotted about the counters, he knew he made a mistake inviting the lads over. starts rifling through the bags like heâs airport security, glaring at you when you smack his hand away
âyou donât have to cook for them. weâll order somethinââŠâ he grumbles, ignoring the childish jealousy he feels at the idea of his lady cooking for his annoying friends and the look you give him shuts that idea right down
âIâm not serving your friends takeout! take out isnât made with love!â you say with a grin, beginning to prep the feast you clearly plan on serving
and as much as he wants to sulk, he canât help but feel a sense of pride warm his bones as his friends constantly praise you. he would never rob you of any compliments because he knows youâve earned them
just ignore the fact that he makes you eat your dinner sat on his lap, plate directly next to his. one arm wrapped tightly around your waist whilst he uses the other to scoff food down his face like he always does
you canât help but laugh at how genuinely upset he gets when johnny takes the last helping of his favourite dish or when heâs gotta drink kyleâs favourite beer instead of his own
he gets over it quick when you remind him that heâs got a special dessert waiting for him after the lads leave :)
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