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It was the death of a rude boy
#fancied doing his side profile#i always give him a long nose#despite his nose being like#deadly pointy in canon#but whatever i can take artistic liberties#anyway this song slaps please listen to it#very mic#man could drop a killer move#bnha#hizashi yamada#present mic#mha#going on ponytown is a real wildcard#cause either im going to see the worst thing ive ever seen#or im going to have a very wholesome interaction#like I met someone dressed as Midnight and we had a 'no u' back and forth about whos was best#we both thought the others was better#but i've also seen someone dressed as jeffrey dahmer#horrid game tbh#fun though
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something simple to try to get out of art block (it didn't work)
#alek art#ninjago#zane julien#2024#i am very unhappy with this and sooo in order to feel better i am going to talk about him#system zane is very real to me. i always give him six main alters (but i do believe there is more lol)#systems cannot just pick and choose who front depending on the day i am very aware (i am a system) its more on the nose symbolism#the fifth one crossed out is the ice emperor. in canon he exists in zane's mind as an âalter egoâ of sorts which is crazy to me#character has canon dissociative episodes... amnesia... and several different âpersonalitiesâ / identities? sounds familiar idk#i talked a lot about this hc on my long ass zane hc post thanks for the ask btw npderzane#its not an au its just how i see him so just imagine every zane i draw as system zane. ill only specify it in the tags if its system related#that one post thats like. 'being a did system sucks which one of us poured instant coffee in the bathtub!' thats the average zane experience#he wakes up and everyones like âmannn zane you were going crazyyy on prime empire yesterdayâ and hes like ??? i did not play any video games#and then he looks at the calender and 6 months have passed. semi true story that happened to me#also alters having incredibly different food preferences is funny. zane doesnt eat anything ever vs boone who eats raw meat sometimes#zane having really weird characterization? and its very inconsistent / bad writing uhhh alek explanation is hes a system and nobody can mask#man its 1 pm :|#i hate this drawing so much i dont even want to look at it but it took time so ill post it#i also have another zane drawing in my drafts i should post. from like 2 months ago???
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boba date doodleeeee
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#one of shuichis likes is boba tea and i am CLINGING TO THIS#tired of always giving him coffee smh give him variety.... let him have a little fun........#can u tell what this post was really about. i just rly rly rly wanted an excuse to draw shuichi in this outfit NGKSGKADFJK#which led to me not knowing what to do for kokichi. luckily i have outfit gacha games for that#i just slapped an outfit tgtr and called it a day#n e ways hiiiiii im still alive hiiiiiiii . drops this n crawls back into the abyss#shuichi saihara#kokichi ouma#kokichi oma#saiouma#oumasai#breeze art#is ur bf ever so hot u clench ur drink so hard it shoots out ur nose#hes lucky a boba pearl didnt get sucked up in there.........#we're not talking about the embarrassingly long time it took me to remember how to add a read more
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a lot of people already did this before but i'm curious about which celebrities/actors/people remind you of the long walk characters?
i've always struggled with "fancasting" and stuff because when i read books my mind is kinda foggy and i don't have a perfect idea of what each character looks like
that being said i was trying to find someone who reminds me of garraty and i realized brad renfro is kinda what i assume he would look like? i always pictured garraty to have a boy-next-door charm to him, yknow?
so anyways please share your opinions and such. if you can't find anyone who looks like what you imagined the walkers then share which physical traits/aesthetic you associate with them
#elias speaks#the long walk#tlw#ray garraty#fancasting#i associate peter mcvries with teenager jack kerouac and i used to jokingly fancast tom cruise as the major#when i draw barkovitch i always give him a hooked nose because it looks sharp (?) and its my favorite type of nose to draw#and of course he needs his hooded eyes (me and my mother also have them)
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Why, is he so pretty (Patreon)
Bonus Max â„
#Doodles#SCII#Damned#Helix#ZEX#Max Vyer#Doodles between studies and playing with hair how could this have happened hehehe âȘ#Hghhghgh every time - Every Time!! Every time I see sketches it Makes Me Want To Draw and then I do and it's great and I love it#Inspire!! My favourite âȘ#Helps when the subject is as cute as ZEX is hehe <3#First one was before that but I'm still counting it because he's still just as cute lol#Back him into a corner do it (and also give him kisses he deserves it)#He's just so popular! All eyes on him!#The more experienced in the leader role â«#The rest are all inspired-bys lol - the studies were quite fun as well! They always are#I hadn't really given much consideration to his hair to be honest :0 Other than feeling like I make his hair too long and fluffy lol#But to me fluff = fluff = fluff so seeing the shapes broken down was really neat :D#How it would react to being up or down or different weights and thicknesses and curliness - very cool! Like it a lot :D#I really like his bangs covering his closed eye hehe <3 Weighted or otherwise! Just seems like it'd be convenient for him#That way that hair in your eyes limits your visibility and/or blink a bunch but he just keeps his shut haha#There's also something nice about it being out of his face and you can see his closed eye so clearly as well âȘ#Conversation starter hehe#And one that's not a style study but /is/ from after doing a couple haha - nose ear and eyes seem to be the big factors there hmm#It's interesting :3#And fun! :D#And then a bonus Max for funsies because I'm Love Him and he's So cute <3#Cannot draw this man without a pillow he embodies pillows to me he needs a pillow that is His Prop in my head lol#If/when I make that Max plush (it's still on my mind) definitely gonna have to make him a pajama set with pillow and blanket#Needs the cute sleepies! It's required!!!
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the higher-ups (and Yaga) immediately trying to leverage Gojo & Ieri's absence to put Yuuta on the roster??? God that's such a stark moment. Thank god Nanami and Gojo saw through that one immediately, because Yuuta wants to justify his own survival so badly he would've fallen straight into it.
That whole scene, with Yuuta immediately jumping on the opportunity to help people even though something is Extremely Wrong with him and he's on the brink of physical collapse--this boy is selfless to the point of self destruction and I am chewing the drywall about it. I love him so much.
If only he was able to summon his newly found homicidal rage in defense of himself, the higher-ups would no longer be a problem. Alas, this boy is Extremely Unwell.
(Sea Glass Gardens is absolutely incredible and i am obsessed with it in a way that is totally and 100% normal. I'm so normal about it, trust me <3 )
The thing about Yuuta is that he really is prime to be taken advantage of right now and the higher ups know it. They had him try to kill himself for them--they know that there's a window of opportunity that they can use to get him under their thumb and avoid The Problem of Gojo, which is, namely, having a human weapon who you cannot fully control. Gojo nailed it from the beginning: they want a magic gatling gun with no personality or free will. They learned their lesson with Gojo and are trying to rob Yuuta of his agency before he learns how to protect himself.
And Yaga's part in that scene really was meant to kind of emphasize how, even with the best intention's, he just doesn't work to protect the kids. Like. everything he said was technically true, and he meant it with the best of intentions. He's the guy who has to think of everyone's needs. he has to manage this crisis. he's got a lot of people hurt badly who just came out of a war, and a lot of people going into fights with some very aggravated curses spawning without sufficient manpower to address the danger and no healer to save them if they cut it a little too close. He didn't have the intention of manipulating or sacrificing Yuuta, but he was aware that it would come to his detriment and risk.
The issue is the higher ups. They don't give a shit about the people in their workforce. They should be the ones doing whatever it takes to solve this crisis and save their people--and if that means giving up on their machinations? They should have already done it. It's their responsibility.
They just don't care. They want Okkotsu Yuuta under their thumb, and their society hemorrhaging is treated like an opportunity, not a dire problem to be solved. They don't care if half a dozen of their own people need to die to do it. Hell, it's better if they do die--they can put it straight on Okkotsu for not being willing to sacrifice himself, when they should have been making whatever promises they had to in order to make this work.
Gojo's done this before, is the thing. He was Yuuta, a long time ago. Nanami was right there watching it happen. They both know what the higher ups do: They let society get to a crisis level and put all the responsibility on you to save it. they let you maneuver yourself into a vulnerable position as a result, and then they use it as leverage to put their goddamn boot on your neck.
The thing is that Gojo adopting megumi all those years ago really did put them into a crisis state. the zenin pitched the mother of all bitch fits trying to secure his unconditional return, and they were a huge percentage of jujutsu society's labor force and resource pools. instead of the higher ups managing the problem at all, they took advantage of the situation and shoved more and more of its weight and responsibility onto gojo, until he was dropping off his own kid at his abusers' compound thinking it was the only compromise that could resolve things. megumi paid the price for gojo not calling bullshit, and right now, with him in a hospital bed? gojo's less willing to repeat mistakes than ever.
he knows that they're going to use the safety and suffering of everyone else as the leverage against him, and he knows that as terrible as it is, he cannot blink first. He's played this game before, and he knows that the only way to get the higher ups to back off on something like this is to dig in your heels.
I think what happened to Megumi all those years ago and how bad it got before they put a stop to it is something that haunts all three of them. When they first started raising him, they were very young, and they were very broken, and they loved him very, very much. He was their little boy, and he was never the same after the Zenin. They were supposed to protect him, and they didn't, and not a single one of them has forgiven themselves for that.
Megumi was sort of sacrificed for the greater good when he was a kid. None of them thought that that was what they were doing when it happened, but that's what happened. His happiness, safety, and wellbeing were sacrificed to pacify the Zenin and make it easier on everyone else.
Megumi and Tsumiki had to become their non-negotiables after. They had to become the things they refused to compromise on. The Zenin would take miles and miles if you gave them a millimeter, let alone an inch.
Gojo didn't think he was compromising them when he left them on their own to deal with Geto's war. They were disgustingly self-sufficient kids. They had been alone for longer stretches of time when they were practically toddlers--they should have been fine on their own for a couple of weeks.
But they were still his kids, and he still left them alone for everyone else's sake, and now his kid is blind and half dead in a hospital bed. It's like being punched in the face by old mistakes.
So they're off the roster completely, all of them. And they're not compromising an inch on what their focus is, and they're not letting anything happen to any of the other kids in their care.
It's terrible that their coworkers are suffering, but it wouldn't be happening if the Zenin hadn't fucked with Gojo Satoru's kid, of all the goddamn people. It wouldn't be happening if the higher ups would actually do their job and start managing shit.
And if they use Yuuta as an anxiety riddled bandaid on the bullet hole in their society? Then they'd be sacrificing him the way they sacrificed Megumi all those years ago. And they have never been less willing to do that.
I'm so so glad you like the story! Thank you for talking with me!
#i think gojo has such a big emphasis on giving kids the tools to protect themselves because no one ever did that for him or geto#geto snapped under the pressure and was lost to gojo forever#Gojo repeatedly focuses on giving the kids the tools to enjoy their childhood without being hurt#like with yuuji--he doesn't want him to sacrifice his youth and happiness with the others#so he focuses on giving him the strength to protect himself when gojo isn't there#in my mind that's also why gojo was always trying to feed yuuji the fingers#like when i first started the series it seemed kind of weird to me because gojo very obviously didn't want yuuji dead#until i realized that yuuji canonically had a good chance at suppressing sukuna even at 20 fingers as long as he had them spaced out#if yuuji had sukunas power level and had gotten it in increments eventually the higher ups couldnt touch him and hed still be under control#honestly none of the adults are doing well right now#a little under a decade ago the issue with the zenin came to a head and megumi ended up being very small and very hurt in a hospital bed#and they promised him that it would never happen again#now he looks very small and very hurt and he's in a hospital bed and the zenin put him there#as much as he's an angry teenager who hates displays affection he really is their little boy and they adore him#nanami was the one who took him from the zenin the final time all those years ago and he personally promised megumi that he would never eve#go back to that place. he feels like a complete failure right now.#gojo always blamed himself for not digging in his heels and refusing the custody compromise and now he's FURIOUS that this happened under#his nose a second time. i think gojos really interesting in the hero role because he's canonically low empathy and struggles with homicidal#impulses and let me tell you he thought about just killing all the zenin back then and he's REALLY thinking about it right now. there's one#fucking way of making sure this never happens again.#shoko generally feels like shit because this is supposed to be the one thing she can do to help and she /can't/ do it right now to help#megumi. also she privately thinks she had the most opportunity to realize how bad it was with the zenin back then and /didn't/.#she was going through a lot of her own issues back then and the zenin had some kind of believable excuses for why megumi was always banged#up. like. he was already getting into fights at school. its not like the zenin had issues procreating. they said he was picking fights#with other kids and that's where he got hurt. they actually blamed maki more than once. and some bruises here and there is expected for a#kid in combat training even at what was meant to be a very preliminary level. he was supposed to be in like. kiddie karate classes and they#didn't realize the zenin were training him like a fucking marine. it was SO obvious in hindsight and that tortures them.#protecting yuuta right now kind of feels like a chance to get it right the first time and all of them need that now that they feel like the#fucked it up with megumi a second time#sea glass gardens
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pre-canon spn to me is just Azazel having to show up to parent Johnâs kids for him so they donât die a la the Maleficent movie until he starts feeling partial towards Sammy as his favorite of the special children
#spn#Azazel spn#I just like scenarios in which Azazel is stuck being sam & Deanâs weird Other Dad#he did not come here with the intention of getting this involved but here he is anyway#like to be clear I mean this in both the funny hijinks way of âancient evil being has to deal with the mundane reality of childcareâ#but I do also mean this in an evil âAzazel slowly insinuates himself into their lives in a way that is weirdly protective in the way that#someone would guard an expensive painting they bought. or an exotic pet.â way#you know. sure heâll possess a maid and stock the cupboards of their motel room with food.#heâll also possess a cps agent long enough for John to smuggle the boys out of town so that they arenât separated from him.#he picks out Samâs prom date and specifically instructs the demon to make sure Sam has a fantastic time and he does and that makes it worse#when he canât be there to watch them he has Meg on guard dog duty#John chases Azazel across the country. Azazel is right under his nose possessing some old lady who gives Sam & Dean bread to feed the ducks.#do you see my vision. do you see it. heâs always There#creepy fucker. I love him. I will make him do more fucked up things. <3
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Randomly decided I wanted to draw out my König face design bc I got a TikTok about the glitch with his face model again!!!
After seeing it I actually really liked the facial features of his model and incorporated that into how I imagine his face
(I also always knew I wanted him with really short hair but I didnât go as far to make him bald bc that would b too much like his VA lol)
#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty mw2#cod mw2#konig#konig mw2#konig call of duty#konig cod#my art#Gina do one of ghost eventually and horangi bc I also love them both heehee#I like the idea of making them look like their VAs since their voice actors r actually cool lol#also I love Sam and nick#my version of konig has reddish hair he keeps short bc otherwise his head would bake under that hood and he has droopy and long eyebrows wit#with a big straight nose (just like in his face model) and only a couple of facial scars that I based on the kind boxers typically get and#also a cleft lip scar (I saw someone give him one before and I was like!!!! love) and idk y but I always imagine his with freckles and like#the kind that are allllll over#gave him also a lil cleft chin bc it looks like his model had one and I was like wow I donât hate that lol
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when choso first learns about what facesitting really is, he brings it up after a make out session thatâs left you both hot and heavy. heâs tugging on your hand, practically begging you to take a seat.
âi-iâm not sure,â you stutter, unsure. âwhat if you suffocate or something? i donât wanna hurt you..â
the look he gives you is one of pure need and longing. âi donât care, just sit baby. please.â
for good measure, choso gives you a little pout, breaking into giggles and a smile once you slip your panties and shorts off. your thighs tremble as you hover above his face, eyes squeezing shut at the heat of his breath against your sticky cunt.
âmmm, thatâs no good,â he remarks, large hands rising to your hips and settling lightly. âi told you, sit down.â chosoâs strong, yanking you down hard onto his face; you feel and hear his muffled moan when your pussyâs all over his whole face.
âchoso!â
âso, so fucking good,â choso gasps against you, holding your squirming body in place as his tongue laps and laps at your sticky cunt.
beneath you, his bodyâs sweltering with heat, racing through every nerve like electricity while tight pressure builds in his cock. with a glance over your shoulder, you notice his hips rutting into the air as he searches for friction.
âcho,â you sob, so overwhelmed you actually feel tears building in your eyes, âi-i wanna suck you off, âs not fairââ
he easily lifts you and peers up at you from between your thighs, face flushed and shining with your slick. with a shaky finger, you nudge some of his hair away from his forehead.
âdonât want you to,â itâs painful to say, because he really does, but thatâs simply a distraction for the both of you. âbaby,â he murmurs gently, âi want you to focus on cumming for me, âs all, okay?â
you nod quietly, and the gesture is met with a mild slap to your ass. âokay, cho,â the moment the words leave your bitten lips, heâs pulling you back down and greedily drinking all of you in, taking whatever he can get.
chosoâs ministrations encourage you to roll your hips against his face; a light bump of his nose to your clit has you crying out and grinding all over him. thatâs right, he thinks, stars in his closed eyes. he wishes he could tell you to use him to get off, but heâd have to lift you up and he doesnât want to even breathe.
unconsciously, he matches your pace, his hips rising into the air in synchrony with your own. one of your hands slips into his silky hair and tugs; heâs your anchor, keeping you somewhat steady although heâs the reason you canât stop shaking.
âchoso,â you wail loudly, angling your hips to let him take your clit between his lips and suck, âoh, iâm so close, âm gonna cum soonââ
from between your thighs, choso sees everything: the parting of your lips, the way your face crumbles in absolute pleasure, the brief moment of stillness as you fully fall over the edge.
itâs too much and not enough, but he cums too.
âc-cumming, choso,â is all you can muster, riding out your orgasm on his face and tongue while his hips buck wildly into the air.
the muffled moan you feel deep in your cunt makes you gasp, pulling away at the feeling of overstimulation, but heâs holding you tight. a look over your shoulder at the right moment, and you watch as his clothed cock explodes, gushing cum and soaking his boxers.
after all your squirming and pulling away, choso finally lets you go with crescent moon indents in your plush skin and a loud huff.
âi wasnât done,â he heaves, skin smeared with your cum. itâs glossy and messy, but he wonât think about washing it off until youâve cum at least three more times.
âbut you came and everything, iââ
choso silences you by sealing his lips against yours, and you can briefly taste yourselfâ sweet, just like heâs always said.
âa few more times, please?â
#kurooh#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk imagines#jjk x you#choso x reader#choso smut#choso x you#jjk choso#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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talk baby âïœĄÂ°â©
{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}
summary: itâs the season of the world series!â your little life with megumi absolutely warm and loving as you spent every waking moment together, the both of you never failing to hang out or speak to one another since the very moment you two made it official. but when the higher ups start demanding more of megumi to bring the world series home, tiring him out and causing him to lose sleep? a wedge is driven between you both as megumi tells you words he wished heâd never said.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, cursing, FLUFF, ANGSTYY, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it yall), SMUT, baseball talk, megumi LOOVESS YOUU my goodness, DONINANT AF MEGUMI OBVIOUSLYYY, creampie, shower sex, DIRTY TALK megumi has a filthy mouth, megumi and reader get into a fight, itâs the world series, all characters are aged up.
word count: 12.5k (IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY-)
authors note: THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVERRR FUCK i cannot thank you all enough for the support with these series. i saw all of your AMAZING suggestions and sprinkled them all over THANK YOU!! i POURED my heart into this and i really hope you all love itttttt :,( STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT FIC OF THIS SERIES AAHHH!! I LOVE YOU MWAHHH <33
i highly highly advise you to read the first part of this fic or else you wonât be able to understand some of the storyline and references :( you can find it here!
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megumi fushiguro loved how much you talked.
ââand then i went to the bakery down the street from my campus to get that one coffee cake i always get? the one you brought me after my class?â
âmhm.â
âbut they were freaking out of it itâs like they knew i was coming to take their stock man. it was seven in the morning how the fuck are you out of coffee cake?â
megumi laughed softly and pressed a slow sweet kiss to your cheek, readjusting his arms around your waist as he scooched your body closer to his on his lap, the both of you on his huge black bean bag that sat in his living room as he leaned the side of his head back on your shoulder, relaxed and a little sleepy.
âso then i had to go to the one on campus, even though i already know it doesnât taste the sameâŠâ you sighed sadly. âwhat if they did that on purpose? what if they want me to stop coming?â
megumi huffed an amused breath through his nose and shook his head gently against your shoulder. âdonât think so baby. i feel like you keep them in business with how much you go.â
you huffed and crossed your arms, grumbling. âyet they treat me like this...â
tilting your head down then to get a better look at him, you peeked at his sleepy face and tired eyes as he tried his absolute hardest to stay awake for you, wanting to listen to everything you had to say and more, but his eyelids drooping every couple of seconds before opening back up again just not letting him.
you smiled softly and carded your fingers through his black hair, pushing the front strands back and giving him a cute peck on his forehead.
âtake a nap gumi⊠youâre so tired i can see it.â
âuh uh.â megumi hummed.
he lifted his head groggily and propped his chin up on your shoulder, eyes closed.
âkeep going.â he murmured, his words a little slurred. âdid you end up getting your coffee cake from the other bakery..?â
âi did.â you responded softly, caressing your thumb over his warm cheek as your soothing voice lulled him. âit was nasty. the end. câmon baby you have practice tomorrowââ
âno.â
âgumi itâs late i donât want to keep you uuupp.â you whined, nudging him.
âif you sleep over.â he mumbled.
âbut i have class tomorrow.â
âiâll take you.â
âbut you always do and i feel badâŠâ you pinched his cheek softly. âitâs okay i canââ
âdonât care.â
you giggled. âwell i do. i want you to get more sleep gumi, your practices are crazy long now and you have them like everydayââ
he groaned loudly and ushered you up, you complying as you watched him lazily stand from the bean bag and grab you, baggy eyes half lidded as he picked you up from around your legs and threw you over his shoulderâ something he always did ever since the day he confessed, and something you absolutely floored over whenever he did it.
your giggles rang through his quiet and spacious apartment that made him sleepily smile as he lazily carried you down the hall and to his room, setting you softly to sit on his plush bed as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head, though nearly almost missing, him leaning back up and grabbing the hem of his black shirtâ pulling it over his head and carelessly tossing it somewhere in the room before climbing into bed.
you felt so so bad. the teamâs schedule was released just two weeks prior, and seeing as the world series was coming upâ the most important segment of competitive games they could possibly ever have, the coaches and managers were grinding and overworking their players to pure fucking filth, them wanting to keep their streak as the number one baseball team no matter what it took.
and because of that, megumi was always so tired and stressedâ holding on day by day as the higher ups demanded so much of him because he was the most skilled on the team, him spending his days trying to stay awake and make time for youâ picking you up from class and taking you out to lunch like he always did, but your worried gaze always on his dark under eyes as you insisted and told him already that you understood, that he didnât need to right now if it was over the subject of his career.
and especially if it was for the world series.
âlay down.â he murmured, patting the pillow next to him as he peeked at you with one eye open.
you stood, pulled the covers back and hopped in, megumiâs arm immediately snaking around your waist and pulling your back to his bare chest, his face nuzzling in your hair as you noticed how quickly his breathing deepened, falling asleep almost the minute you got settled in his arms and fitting like a little puzzle piece.
it had been almost an entire year since you and megumi started dating, and you have never ever been happier in your life as you thanked your lucky stars over and over again for being such a dumbassâ wholly believing that if one thing had changed, it wouldnât have played out the way that it did.
and you adored the way that it played out.
megumi was so affectionate. everyday. his love language being physical touch as he literally never left you alone and always had to be touching you in any given situationâ like his hand on your thigh whenever he drove, playing with your fingers from across the table while out at a restaurant⊠and like now, his toned body literally engulfing you into his that it made you feel so cared for and warm and loved, something you always wanted to feel for the rest of your life as long as it was with him.
the next morning he drove you to school like he said he would, and then went straight to practice after, you telling him that you would be there once your classes were over.
and when you did get to the stadium later that day, megumi was mad.
âwhat the fuck happened?â you quickly sat next to your best friend on the sidelines, her snickering as you both watched megumi tell off another player for fumbling a double play on the field.
âtheyâre making more errors today,â your girl friend sighed. âtheyâre all nervous since their division series game is tomorrow and theyâre getting closer to the big thing⊠but megumi is not having it.â
âyou bobbled the ball go to first fucking base and eat it what the hell are you doing trying toââ
you gnawed at your bottom lip.
it was common for megumi to bark out orders and take charge on the field, that wasnât out of the ordinary, but it was only here and there where he was yelling and insulting the rest of his teammates like that (mostly rarely). a sign you knew was because he was stressing the fuck out.
âwhat you just did was a kiddie fucking error we wonât make it to the world series like this dingus the fuck are youââ
you covered your face and groaned. âi canât watch⊠i donât think iâve seen him like this since that one day he asked me to come here.â
âyou mean the day he ate you out inââ
âshuuushhh!â your hands shot out and slapped over her mouth as she let out a muffled laugh, your eyes wide and cheeks pink as you frantically looked around to see if anybody had heard her.
she took your wrists then and pulled them away. âhave you guys even had sex yet? how many times am i gonna ask you until you say yesââ
you nudged her away. âno! we havenât yet.â
you didnât know why you hadnâtâ the topic just one that was never brought up by either of you.
but youâve definitely done other things though.
megumi was like a dog, not knowing the meaning of âkeep your hands to yourselfâ as he was always groping your ass in public out of no where just to hear you squeak in surprise, shoving his hands down your pants and making you cum repeatedly on his fingers when youâre both innocently just watching a movie on his couch, pressing his face into your tits and sucking hickeys whenever you wore a low cut shirt, and bullying his way in between your legs to lick and devour you up whenever he felt like itâ all things he did with zero hesitation nor self control.
you werenât complaining though, definitely notâ you were just as freaky.
because every time megumi wore those gray sweatpants after practices that you loved oh so very much, no shirt on with his perfect toned body out only for your eyesâ your mouth was on him, licking his chest all the way down to his pelvis, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down until all that was left before you was his mlb dick, you taking him into your mouth and sucking the absolute life out of him until he was shaking and breathlessly chanting your pretty name like a prayerâ
âbreak!â
you pulled yourself from your thoughts and stood, your eyes already watching the way megumi walked over from across the field with his head down, chest heaving and his face glistening with sweat against the setting sun, his baseball uniform covered in dirt.
both you and your girl friend walked down the steps and towards the bullpen, you quickly grabbing a clean white hand towel from the gatorade jug rack beforehand and catching up, spotting yuji and megumi already seated inside on a bench.
upon megumi noticing you coming up, he smiled softly, tiredly.
âyou guys are sucking today.â your best friend deadpanned, and you elbowed her.
âno. you guys just look really nervous⊠is everything okay?â
you took a seat next to megumi and silently offered the clean towel, him gently bringing up your extended wrist and pecking it in gratitude before taking the towel and wiping down his face, your cheeks flushing in response.
yuji sighed deeply and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. âeveryoneâs literally losing it. we win every year but each year that comes is extra added pressure to keep that up.â
megumi nodded wordlessly in agreement, his head hung.
âwell this is your first bad practice isnât it?â you softly mentioned.
âyeah⊠maybe itâs just today and you guys will be okay tomorrow.â your girl friend added, smiling comfortingly at yuji, him giving her the same smile back but with apprehension in his eyes.
âwouldâve been fine if it was yesterday.â megumi cut in, voice monotone. ânot today. not when itâs the last leg for the world series.â
he leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms with closed eyes, yuji nodding next to him.
you pulled your lips into a thin line, heavy anxiety brewing in your chest at the thought of them possibly losing before even getting into the league championships, something their team has never done before as theyâve always just gone straight through.
in order to get through to the world series, their team has to win the division series and the league championships, then they earn their rightful shining spot of playing in the world series and winningâ something megumi has been a part of for almost three years now, and something the team has dominated over for five consecutive years straight.
but what if this year was different?
âhow are you feeling?â you gently asked megumi after a bit. âi saw you were a little mad today on the fieldâŠâ
he slowly pried his eyes open and looked at you, sighing softly through his nose.
âmâfine pretty baby.â he murmured. âtheyâre just not playing like they should be.â
megumi took his cap off and scratched the side of his head, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. âand neither am i to be honest.â
your eyes softened.
âwhat do you mean?â
âmâjust not meeting the standards i set for myself.â
âbut you play well in every game gumi..â you mumbled. âdonât overwork yourself please. just keep doing what youâve been doing⊠itâs been going great so far, hasnât it?â
he gave you a little smile and lazily reached up to delicately caress and run the ends of your hair through his fingers. âi need to amp it up though. i need to try harder.â
âtry harder when youâre already winning?â you quirked a confused brow.
he nodded.
âwhatâs the reason behind that?â
megumi gave you a sly smile. âbecause youâll be watching me.â
you gawked, shaking your head at him. âgumi, you know anything that you do makes me freak out and itâs embarrassing...â you subconsciously tugged a bit at the sides of his jersey. âthe way you tied my shoes for me the other day made me freak out. the way you pumped my gas last week made me freak out. the way you stuck your fingers inside my puââ
his eyes bulged open as he shot forward and muffled you with a kiss, you kissing him back and laughing cutely once he pulled away.
ânasty mouthâŠâ he mumbled, but the little grin on his face made you giggle as he put his cap back on over his head and nudged it down, trying to conceal his eyes and the blushing of his cheeksâ but you catching on anyways.
âhow was class?â he asked quietly, readjusting his cap. âdid you get your coffee cake after i dropped you off?â
you shook your head. âno because iâd rather die than get the one on campus. they need to close that place down.â
megumi snorted, but his eyebrows pinched momentarily as he took your hand in his and started playing with your fingers. âyou shouldâve told me. i wouldâve drove you to the one you like.â
âno gumi i wasnât gonna make you do that... i wanted you to sleep in as much as possible.â
âiâll take you after practice.â
âno! you need to nap after donât waste timeââ
âmânot wasting time.â he replied, but before you could get another word in, his coach called all players back on field.
âiâll see you after.â he stood and pecked your forehead. âi love you pretty baby.â
you smiled shyly, your cheeks a cute pink.
âi love you too.â
thankfully, megumi didnât seem as pissed off for the rest of practice, and you hoped it was because of the little chat you had with him in the bullpen prior and that it cheered him up in some wayâ the team playing a lot better and actually working together this time instead of being at each others throats over feeble mistakes.
and when they were all finally back at the locker rooms packed up and ready to go, you organized his clean uniform for tomorrow and hung his gloves neatly inside his locker, closing it once you were done.
âyou donât have to do that baby.â he murmured, gesturing to his locker as he swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and extended a hand. âorganize. i can do that.â
âbut i like doing it...â you took his offering hand and interlaced your fingers with his. âit helps you find things quicker.â
you both stepped out, quickly bidding your girl friend and yuji goodbye on the way as you walked down the echoey hallway together.
ââyou also donât have to drive me to school every morning but you do that anyways.â
he smiled. âtouchĂ©.â
he led you out of the arena and over to the private parking area for players and crewâ him opening the passenger side door for you to step inside and shutting it after, throwing his duffel bag to the back once he got in the drivers seat.
and like he always did, megumi buckled you up himself, grabbing the seat belt strap and pulling it over you to click on the other side with a kiss to your cheekâ him never letting you do it yourself since the day you two properly met.
âdo they sell food at the bakery?â he looked over at you as he pulled out. âthey do donât they.â
âthey do!â you nodded sweetly. âbut weâre not going.â
âwhy.â
âbecause you need to sleepââ
âno.â
âmegumiââ
he shot you a glare and you squeaked.
âgumi! i-i meant gumi!â
he fixed his glare and broke out into a small smile instead, laughing lightly as he set his big hand over your thigh and squeezed lovingly.
you giggled softly.
âlunch first and then iâll sleep.â
âoh myââ
you reached over for the door handle and pulled, brows furrowing once the lock wouldnât budge after multiple frantic tries.
âyou still have child lock on?!â
megumi shielded his mouth to hide his snicker, eyes to the road.
âuh huh.â
âwhy?!â
he gave you a deadpanned look and pointed to the door. âexhibit a, baby. the car is moving.â
âgumi if you hate me just say that.â
pulling into the bakeryâs parking lot, he playfully rolled his eyes at your comment and pinched your cheek gently.
âbe quiet.â
the bakery was a cute little place that was a frequent pit stop for the both of you to pick up breakfast on the way to the things you had to do in the morningsâ always cozy and warm and filled with little trinkets and postcards of places from around the world, you always gushing when you or megumi would spot a new souvenir on the walls or on the shelves, and him sometimes having to stop you from snatching some for yourselfâŠ
âthey have a million!â you whispered. âthey wonât notice this one. please itâs from greece itâll look cute on my fridge!â
megumi sipped his lemonade and gave you a half lidded look as you both sat in a booth.
âi donât know if anyone has ever told you this but.â he gently slid the coffee cake closer to you, silently ushering you to eat. âthatâs called stealing.â
ânot if they donât notice.â
megumi gave you an amused smile.
âiâll take one for you too!â
âfor me?â
âyeah!â you put your elbow on the table and propped your chin on your palm, tilting your head with the cutest expression megumi has ever seen in his fucking life.
âiâd do anything for you.â
his cheeks flooded pink, and he swallowed thickly.
megumi would do anything for you.
âi appreciate that pretty baby,â he murmured, tenderly tracing the pad of his index finger mindlessly around the back of your hand.
âgreat! so can i do it?â
âno.â
âmaaannnn!â you slumped over the table and pouted. âyouâre no fun.â
he chuckled and took a bite out of his ham and cheese deli, your mannerisms sometimes reminding him of his dad.
he swallowed.
âgojo wants to meet you.â
you froze. âreally? he does?â
megumi nodded.
âokay! thatâs okayâ wait no! waitââ you groaned and leaned against the booth. âi donât think heâs gonna like me very muchâŠâ
âhuh?â his eyebrows furrowed. âwhy do you say that?â
you peered up at him sheepishly. âbecause i talk too much⊠iâm not gonna notice and end up telling him my lore, my school gpa, and my social security number.â
megumi laughed, and your heart fluttered at the sight of his crinkling eyes and gorgeous smile, the sound of it making you swoon.
he shook his head and rubbed his sleepy eyelids. âno baby... heâd love you. i know he would.â
âi donât know gumiâŠâ you sighed, looking down at your lap. âi want to meet him of course! thatâs a given⊠but..â
megumi quirked a brow. âbut?â
âi just donât want to look stupidâŠâ you laughed nervously. âitâs happened before where my friends parents say iâm a blabber mouth and i donât want to embarrass youââ
his tired eyes narrowed. âblabber mouth? whoâs saying youâre a blabber mouth?â
âmyâ my ex boyfriend in high schoolâŠâ you cowered a little. âbut itâs okay because i was over sharing!ââ
âno.â he said firmly, his gaze looking directly into yours. âyouâre not a blabbermouth. thereâs a difference between being really open and friendly with people right off the bat and being a blabbermouth.â
megumi shook his head in annoyance. how could someone ever say you were a blabbermouth? he had never heard something that was so far from the truth.
you were too sweet for your own good, that was your only fault. you considered everyone you met a close friend of yours and werenât afraid to tell them whatever came to your precious mind and made them feel welcomeâ something that megumi adored so much about you⊠so much, and something that made him borderline violent when people berated you for it.
âthey just canât handle it when someone is actually genuine. like you. and thatâs not your fault.â
the shiniest smile grew on your face then, your eyes sparkling and feeling like a million fucking butterflies were fluttering all over your tummyâ internally screaming at his words.
âthank you gumiâŠâ you spoke softly. âiâm glad at least you donât see an issue with it.â
âi donât.â he shook his head. âi donât at all.â
he loved it.
the rest of your lunch date was spent with megumi still not letting you steal the greece trinket magnet from the wall, you scolding him for the bags under his eyes, and him buying you two more slices of coffee cake to go no matter how many times you told him it was okay, the both of you gathering your things and going back to his car after a bit for him to drop you off back home.
âiâll be here in the morning to take you to class.â he said gently, turning the corner and nearing your street.
âwhat? isnât the division series game tomorrow?â you asked, taken aback. âgumi no just get as much sleep as you can itâs a big day. i can take myself.â
he looked at you boredly.
âno.â
âguumiii!â
he pulled into your driveway and shifted his gear into park, the corners of his mouth turned upward into a little goofy grin.
âi can take you baby itâs fine,â he pushed gently. âdonât worry.â
âyouâve been stressed though⊠and tired.â
you unbuckled your seatbelt and reached over, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in as he immediately leaned in and tucked his face into your neck, breathing in your honeyed perfume and letting himself slump into your soft frame.
âplease promise me that after the division series, youâll rest up like crazy before the league championships.â he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes nearly closing as he sleepily blinked. âokay?â
âleague championships? didnât know we already won.â he murmured.
you giggled. âobviously. youâre my cool baseball man, are you not?â
he tiredly grinned and pressed a sweet sweet kiss to your cheek, him biting down on it after and making you yelp before snickering and pulling away.
âbye gumi,â you quickly grabbed a slice of coffee cake and placed it on his leg. âhere eat this on the way home so you donât fall asleep.â
he chuckled and watched as you grabbed your things, hopped out, and ran across the front of his car, leaning your head in through his open window once you reached him and pressing your soft lips to his, megumi fucking melting at the feeling.
you pulled apart and he pecked you one last timeâ a series of i love youâs iterated before you backed away and waved excitedly from your front door, him waiting until you were inside to reverse, his engine roaring and his black car shining against the moonlight as he sped down the street.
the next morning you got up around the time that you usually did, showered and did your hair and got ready for class, packed your school bag and made your bedâ
but megumi hadnât texted you. like at all.
he usually sent you a good morning text, followed by him letting you know when he was leaving the house, followed by when he was on his way, and followed by when he was just down the street and pulling up.
except you got nothing.
you figured maybe today was just one of those days where he maybe just simply forgot and was already on his way, but as you stood literally outside of your house, gnawing on your thumb and the time coming painfully close to the start of your morning class as you still got nothing from megumi (even when you had texted him multiple times at this point), you started shitting it.
just as you were about to run inside to get the keys to your car, your phone buzzed as a picture of you and megumi flashed across the screen.
megumi!
âhelââ
âbaby!ââ he breathed out, frantic. âbaby iâm sorry iâm so sorry iâm coming okay im down the streetââ
âwhat happened?â you breathed out worriedly, your heart hammering against your chest.
âi overslept!ââ he explained quickly. âiâm late to the teamâs call time andâ and youâre late to class and iâ fuck!â
you heard his horn blare and his tires screech as muffled curses flew from his mouth, you jumping at the noise.
âsorry sorry someone cut me off iâm almost thereââ
âno gumi go straight to the stadium youâre late!â you spoke firmly. âi can take myselfââ
âno but i wanted to see you before the gameââ
âitâs fine we can see each other after the game okay? when you winââ you grabbed your keys from the coffee table by your door and ran out, unlocking your car and getting in. âyouâre late baby so fucking late please turn back this isnât good coach is gonna chew you outââ
âshit! i know i knowââ
âgo gumi hang up itâs okay!â
âokay.. fuck okay okayââ
you heard rustling on the other line before he spoke again.
âi love you iâm sorry ill see you after!â
and the line went dead.
you slugged through the rest of your classes as the day felt way fucking longer than it normally did, you desperately just wanting to see megumi and know that he was okay, that he wasnât in trouble with his coach and the management team for being over an hour late to the division series call time, you on the verge of literal tears multiple times over him.
your best friend and you had planned to get ready for the game together and sport your menâs jerseys from the standsâ a girlâs night you were agonizingly looking forward to all freaking month, and so so excited that the day was finally here to support and be present for the making of yet another year for the boysâ team.
âand then he hung up. i thought he was gonna get into a wreck manââ
you ran your fingers through your styled hair in your vanity mirror, your best friend readjusting her jersey behind youâ âitadoriâ in big capital letters on the back.
âmegumi is the most hard headed mean stubborn man i have ever come across in my life.â she searched around in her makeup bag, pulling out her lip liner and reapplying next to you. âi donât know how many times you told him to sleep and get some rest. and yuji too! he hasnât stopped talking about him since the schedule change and now iâm starting to think heâs in love with him.â
you laughed loudly.
âi knowâŠâ you sighed anxiously through your nose, nervous clammy jitters in your chest. âhis eye bags have gotten so bad this past week.â
âi think itâs because heâs been practicing over time.â
you stopped.
âwhat do you mean?â
she looked at you quizzically. âi thought you knew? yuji told me that the higher ups had a meeting with megumi and told him that they were expecting him to bring the world series home.â
she popped the lid back on her lip liner and threw it in her bag. âhe practices all night on the field until like four am.â
âwhat the fuck?â your eyes narrowed. âhe never told me that? he picks me up for my seven am class everyday⊠that means heâs only been getting whatâ like two and a half hours of sleep this past week?â
she stopped. âhe didnât tell you?â
âno!â you exclaimed. âwhen was this meeting?â
âat the start of last week.â
âoh my god.â you grumbled.
why didnât he tell you?
âthatâs fucked up.â she shook her head. âtalk to him about that after babe⊠i donât know why this man didnât tell you something like that.â
âi wouldâve never let him pick me up for class if i knew this was going onâŠâ you gloomily fiddled with the buttons on your jersey. âor hang out with me after practice.â
and why the hell were the higher ups demanding so much from megumi? why were they burning him out with a responsibility so huge as to ensuring the success of the team for the world series? that wasnât fair to him. that wasnât fair at all.
your girl friend hugged you comfortingly.
âitâs fine donât worry about it okay?⊠just talk to him after.â
once at the stadium, you and your best friend squeezed and pushed through the crowd to get to the v.i.p. section, the both of you sweating and panting over having run across the stadiumâs parking lot and the main area, all because your best friend couldnât decide which way to do her hair, and because you couldnât decide if you should wear a skirt or jeans.
you ended up choosing for each other and calling it a day.
âhey! you guys!â
you both snapped your heads up and you recognized the source of the voice as one of the assistant crew members of the team, jogging up to you guys with two devices in his hands.
âyou guys want these radios or are you good? theyâre connected to the announcers and have earbuds!â
âoh iâll take one! thank you!â you answered politely, smiling as he passed you and your best friend a radio.
you pushed the earbud into your left ear and sat.
the crowd was buzzing and cheering with excitement, flashes of light shimmering throughout the sold out stadium as many held up posters and signs or bobble heads, you smiling wide every time you spotted a few of megumiâs face and name.
the air was warm, and every kind of news reporter, publicist, and journalist was present on the sidelines as they filmed and interviewed several players from the opposing team.
âletâs play ball!â
the crowed roared, claps and whistles ringing through the air as yuji walked out from the dugout, the both of you screaming as the rest of the team followed suit, your shoulders evidently relaxing at the sight of megumi jogging out into position looking absolutely jaw dropping in his clean cut uniform and cap, serious and focused.
as the game ensued, it was no surprise that the boysâ team was absolutely demolishing the opposing players, megumi doing fucking stellar out on the field as he caught ball after ball with his glove, the announcers commentary certainly helping with explaining the context of the game due to your lack of knowledge, but you trying your hardest anyways to understand on your own.
and finally after a while of switching sides and megumi hitting like a greek god, the teams switched sides what seemed like the final time since it was almost the nine inning, his turn to hit.
âwalking up to base now⊠number eighteenâ megumi fushiguro!â
the crowd went fucking insane as he walked up, you immediately standing and screaming over the railing as he took his position up thereâ swinging soft faux hits before properly adjusting his footing on the loose dirt, fans waving around their fushiguro banners or his baseball cards as he settled.
the bags under his eyesâŠ
you gnawed anxiously at your bottom lip. his team was so close to moving on to the league championshipsâŠ
âand the pitcher throwsâŠ.â
hit!
âstrike one!â
megumi screwed his eyes shut and grimaced, shaking his head furiously as he shook the nerves from his body and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
âoh!â the announcers groaned. âlooks like megumi fushiguro missed a hit for the first time in history!â
for the first time?
you whipped your head around to face your girl friend. âfor the first time?â
she looked at you with the same terrorized expression.
âfuck i knew he always hit but i didnât know he never missedâŠâ you whined worriedly. âheâs exhausted man i can see it lookââ
megumiâs footing slightly slipped from the dirt as he positioned himself, getting ready for the next swing.
âand the pitcher throws againâŠâ
hit!
âstrike two!â
âfuck!â megumi roared, walking off the home plate and chucking his bat to the wallâ the wood flying and clattering as it hit the ground, your eyes widening in horror.
âwoah looks like fushiguro got another strike and.. needs to take a breather off the field..?â
âif megumi doesnât get this next hit, theyâre done!â your girl friend shook her head, eyes wide and afraid. âthe other team is gonna take it!â
you ran your fingers through your hair exasperatedly, frantically looking at the scoreboard and back at megumi who was pacing a little off the plate with his head down, his hands on his hips.
âfushiguro!â you spotted yuji yelling from the dugout. âget back on the plate! we could get flagged!â
megumiâs chest heaved as he picked up his bat and wiped off the dirt, walking back over to the home plate and repositioning himself.
cameras flashed and recorded as he tried to get back into focus, news reporters talking their asses off and journalists scribbling god knows whatâ as they just earned themselves their biggest headline of the season.
megumi fushiguro missed his first hit in playing history.
âand the pitcher throwsâŠâ
hit!
âoh there it goes! looks like a fair ball!â
the crowd rallies as megumi books it over the first two bases, everyone watching as the ball hits over the outfield fence as he fucking dashes across the remaining two bases like nothing, earning himself a home runâ
and scoring a spot in the league championship games for his team.
you and your best friend jump for complete joy, throwing your arms around each other and swaying as fans all around you celebrated and cheered just like the both of you, you happily watching the players from the dugout run up and engulf megumi in a group hug, jumping and laughing.
as the crowd began to disperse and take leave, you both quickly ran down the steps and to the field, you immediately spotting megumi and running up to him with your arms out.
âgumi!â
he noticed you and extended his arms, but his face read nothing as you jumped into them.
âgood job good job! you did so amazing!â
ânice fushiguro!â yuji nudged his shoulder. âyou brought us through!â
âi missed the first two hits.â
he set you back down.
yuji shrugged. âso? it happens. i do it all the time! you made a home run and scored us the league.â
megumi only silently nodded, his face to the ground as you told yuji and your best friend that you would see them in the locker rooms with everybody else.
and once everyone had cleared out from the field, you turned to him.
âheyâŠâ you started. âwhatâs wrong?â
his eyes remained glued to the dirt.
âi missed the first two hits.â
your shoulders deflated. âyou heard what yuji said⊠itâs okay. it was bound to happen but itâs fine because you fixed itââ
âwe were on thin fucking ice today.â
his snippy tone took you by surprise a bit.
âyes⊠but you made it...â you responded softly. âyou all pulled through. especially you.â
he scoffed and shook his head, him finally raising his baggy eyes and looking to the side, pissed.
âi almost cost us the league. thatâs what i did.â
âgumiââ you exhaled a frustrated breath. âyou literally played like a machine the entire time and had other hits that were amazing? i donât understand why two little strikesââ
his eyes snapped to yours. âtwo little strikes?â he shook his head again. âtwo strikes too fucking many.â
âwhat is your issue?ââ
âmy issue is that if i fucked up that third hit it wouldâve been all over. we wouldâve lost the division, lost the league, and lost the world series, all because i donât know how to fucking play ballââ
âyes you do! youâre being way too hard on yourself baby you need to take a breather and restââ
âhow many times have you nagged me about that already.â he spat.
you froze.
ânagged?â you repeated softly.
âyes. youâve told me enough times i get it i need rest, i need sleep, i need this i need thatââ
âiâm saying that because look at you!â you motioned with your hands, feeling potential tears prickling at the back of your eyes at the way he was speaking to you. âyour under eyes are dark and purple, your eyes are red you look exhausted!â
âand i told you iâm fine!â he raised his voice a bit. âyou wouldnât understand the shit that i have to do for this team the shit i have to pull and i gave them absolute garbage todayââ
âoh my god megumi!â you snapped. âyour team is a team effort! itâs not just you! youâre not the only one pulling the stops so enough with trying to take on this load and overwork yourself! please you played amazing today everyone was cheering so loud for you andââ
âstop talking.â
you paused.
âjustââ he rubbed his tired eyes and turned to the side. âjust please stop talking.â
stop⊠talking?
he struck a chord, and you felt your heart literally break at his words, an aching heavy pit in your chest as you recounted his yelling and snappiness when all you were trying to do was help him.
thats all youâve ever tried to do for megumi reallyâ help him, support him, and love him. but for him to throw it all back in your face and say you didnât understand? for you to basically shut up?
tears were slipping past your eyes at this point, and when you felt like megumi finally bothered to look at you in the face, his eyes widened and his shoulders dropped.
âbabyââ
âand what about you?â
he stopped. âabout meââ
âyes about you. youâre saying i donât understand anything youâre fucking going through, as if i havenât followed you through your career since the moment we met and before that, like i havenât supported you on the sidelines and asked you question after question about your games just so i can fucking understandââ
âno iââ
you cut him off. âand then youâre hereâ yelling at me, telling me off, and telling me to shut up when iâm the only one fucking standing here with you after the game trying to be there for you?!ââ
âbabyâ fuck iâm sorry okay i didnât meanââ
you laughed bitterly. âyou didnât mean it. didnât mean what? to accidentally let it slip that you actually do think iâm a blabbermouth?â
he was taken aback as his eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head desperately. ânoâ no thatâs not what i meant at all y/n iâm sorry. iâve been so stressed and tired and iâm taking it all out on you right now andâ and thatâs not okay and not an excuse.â
megumi quickly stepped forward and placed his hands on your face, but you pushed him away, hurt flashing across his eyes as you did so.
âand why didnât you tell me about the meeting huh? the one with the higher ups last week?â
surprise crossed his face. âhow did youââ
âdoesnât matter how i heard it. why didnât you tell me? do you understand how that makes me feel when i have to find out through someone else and not my own boyfriend?â
he ran a hand through his spiky black hair and sighed exhaustedly.
âi didnât tell you because i knew you would be upset about it and i didnât want you to worryââ
âso you just chose to keep it from me thatâs real nice.â you spat. âof course i wouldnât be happy with it theyâre stripping you down and exploiting you! how could they say that itâs all on you to bring it home for the world series? do you understand how insane that sounds?â
âi know but i canât tell them anything i just have to say yes!â he explained.
âyou have every right to tell them something! and if you wouldâve communicated this with me like you shouldâve done, i wouldnât have let you lose so much sleep over me and maybe you wouldnât have played the way you think you played, and you wouldnât be standing here shitting all over me!â
he really struck a chord.
ây/nââ
âbye megumi.â
his breath hitched.
ânoâ hey donât do thatââ
he scrambled after you as you made your way out of the field, him quickly catching up and tugging you into him with his long arms around your shoulders, bringing your back to his front as he ducked his face down.
âletâs fix it please we need to fix thisââ
âi want to be alone right now, megumi.â you mumbled.
god he hated how many times youâve called him that already tonight, feeling like the biggest asshole to ever grace your precious life.
âno i donât want you to be upset with me pleaseââ
âwe can talk later on the phone.â your tone was lifeless. âi just need to be alone.â
he faltered, feeling gutting pain cascade all over his body as he hesitantly, slowly, slipped his arms away and released you.
âoâokay.â
he watched you walk up the stands and to the exit as you clutched yourself, his eyes catching the back of your jersey reading his last name that sent an immediate pang through his chest, your frame disappearing from his view and leaving him in his stupid thoughts as he snatched his cap off from his head and threw it to the side in frustration.
that night megumi tried to call you but you didnât pick up, you barely even answering his texts as he wallowed in self pity alone in his apartment.
and you hadnât stopped crying since the moment your tears hit on the fieldâ hurt and exhausted and guilty as you settled into bed, unable to bring yourself to call him and go through with your word, deciding to text instead.
(you): iâm really tired iâm sorry. iâll see if i can call you in the morning.
megumi took no time at all to respond.
(gumi <3): can i take you to class tomorrow?
(you): i donât think thatâs a good idea
he swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the urge to fight it, wanting to respect you and your space.
but you only kept crying.
(gumi <3): okay
(you): goodnight
(gumi <3): goodnight pretty baby
just as you were about to place your phone back on your nightstand, it buzzed again.
(gumi <3): i love you iâm sorry
you sniffled and put your phone away officially, choosing not to respond.
the following week leading up to the league championship game, megumi spent every waking moment trying to make it up to you, trying to fix it, but you only seemed to stay away from him and distance yourself, something that hurt megumi like no other.
you felt like it was your fault he played the way he did that day. if you had been smarter, more mindful, you wouldâve noticed that the intensity of his exhaustion was extremely abnormal, and perhaps you couldâve done something about it before it was too late and saved yourself the dreadful fight you had with him.
you hated the way you spoke to him, and you fully convinced yourself that you only served as a distraction for him, opting to keeping your distance as far away as possible so it allowed megumi to get his head focused again and ensure a promised route to the world seriesâ something you had hoped to be there to witness, but deeming his success way more important than your needs at this point in time.
so you stopped going to all of his practices following that day, the fact tormenting megumi as you always went to each and every single one and was there for him without faultâ rain or shine, always waiting for him in the locker rooms when he was finished.
but you werenât there anymore. and each day you werenât was another day megumi would spend angry and frustrated with himself that he did what he did. he knew your defense mechanism was pushing people away, and your current behavior gave him flashbacks to the time last year when he was falling for you and you kept running away from him, scaredâ those actions a carbon copy of whatâs happening now, except far worse.
and he did that to you. he yelled at you and snapped at you, told you to stop talking for some fucking reason that he still couldnât find the proper explanation for⊠and he made you cry. so much. your usual sweet honeyed voice you spoke to him with long gone since that day.
and he missed you. more than anything.
âyou stupidââ throw âself absorbedââ throw âassholeââ throw ânarcissisticââ throwâ
âokay thatâs enough thatâs enough!â
yuji pulled your best friend back as she chucked towel after towel at megumi following one of their practices, her absolutely fuming.
he took every hit, not bothering to dodge. he deserved it.
âshe told me what you didââ she shook herself away from yujiâs grip. âwhat the hell is the matter with you? how could you yell at her like that on the field? when all sheâs ever done is love youââ
âi know.â megumi mumbled, rubbing his eyes. âi know iâm really sorry. i regret it.â
âfuck yeah you should,â she scoffed. âthat womanâs been cooped up every day in her room bawling her eyes out over you!â
yuji nodded sadly, and megumi let out a pained breath as he closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands, propping his elbows on his knees, leaning forward.
âfuck meâŠâ
âyeah fuck youââ
âokay! okay. heâs already down let him bleed out.â yuji muttered to her as he rubbed his hands over her arms soothingly, an attempt at calming her down.
he looked at him. âmegumi, you and i both know that she understands you were frustrated that day. the both of you. if you just talk to herââ
âyou think i havenât tried?â megumi picked his head up, and the both of them froze at the way his eyes glossed over.
âiâveâ iâve called her, iâve texted her, i drove by her house but sheâs never there, fuck i even went to her campus at seven in the morning but couldnât find her.â
he took his cap off and roughly rubbed over his eyes again.
your best friend sighed then after a moment, slowly stepping forward and sitting down next to him on the bench.
âsheâll come around megumi.â she mumbled. âjust give her some time. i know itâs hard, but she really really loves you.â she sighed deeply. âsheâll come around.â
megumi nodded solemnly, and yuji stepped forward, patting his shoulder.
âyou okay man?â
he nodded again.
missed phone calls, lagging dry texts, and last minute cancellations from you all happened for a week straight.
and when the time finally came for the league championships, megumi wanted nothing more than for you to be there as he stared at his messy fucking locker when prepping for the gameâ another reminder that you hadnât been around, and another reminder that you wouldnât be here tonight to see him, something he completely did not blame you for.
luckily, the league championship game was at their home base once more, and as the crowd got settled to watch, energies heightened as the players all got settled over the field to play ballâ megumi shook the nerves from his body as he focused with the game, and you, on his mind like a religion.
and as the game ran on with the team scoring run after run, another win was blatantly obvious for themâ megumi entirely unaware of your presence that was watching him the entire time in the stands.
you couldnât help yourself. you needed to be there to watch him, needed to see him take home another achievement like that, regardless of where you both stood as you watched from just above the v.i.p section, shivering like an idiot because you forgot to bring a jacket after deciding to wear a flowy tube top for the day, but excited for him nonetheless.
you didnât tell a single soul you were coming, not even your best friend as you just wanted to see megumi again before running off into the shadows of your embarrassing despair, missing him like fucking crazy and nearly sobbing when you saw him walk out on the field at the start, but even more emotional to the fact that they were actually going to move on to the world series by the looks of it.
and the crowd hollered eventually as the speakers blasted megumiâs teams signature songâ
finalizing their spot in the world series.
your eyes glowed as you watched his team run up on the field and tackle each other down, literally rolling in the dirt as you giggled to yourselfâ sighing contently and about to turn and walk out of the stadium to go home when a strong rough hand wrapped around your bare upper arm.
âyouâre fushiguroâs girl! arenât you?â
you snapped your head up and saw someone you recognized as one of megumiâs crew members for the team, and you relaxed, trusting him.
âoh! yeah i am!â
âsweet! i just got hired to be on the crew a couple of weeks ago.â
âthatâs great!â you answered politely, smiling. âhow isââ
âlisten i was wondering if i could get any tickets to the world series from you?â
what.
âumââ your eyes darted around awkwardly. âforâ for the world series?ââ
âyeah! i took this job so i could get some but apparently i need to be working longer than three weeks. dumb.â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek as your eyes drifted downward to your arm.
he still hadnât let go.
âoh iâm sorry.â you mumbled. âi couldâ i could maybe get you one? one for sure!â
he shook his head. âshit sorry, i need like five.â
âfive?!â you gawked. âi canât get you five iâm really sorry⊠i can only maybe get you one.â
his eyes narrowed. âwhy not? youâre fushiguroâs girl are you not?â
âyes but what does that have to do with me getting you tickets to the world series?â you spoke nervously, trying to put on a brave front as his height literally towered over you.
âwhy donât you ask him for tickets? heâs literally megumi fushiguro iâm sure he can cough up someââ
you scoffed.
âiâm not gonna ask him anything for you just because you want to use me to get tickââ
âso then what the fuck are you with him for?â his grip tightened around your arm as he pulled you a little, and you winced.
âlet go of me!ââ
megumi considered himself a relatively calm person throughout his life.
he knew he had his explosive rude moments here and there, him also accidentally offending people unknowingly with his words, but that behavior only stayed on the field as it pertained to the game at hand or with baseball itself, his life outside of that a treasured tranquil one as he spent his days with you and only you, something he looked forward to every waking moment since the day he met you.
but as he heard your little voice through the yelling of the crowd, instantly recognizing it and picking up on its distressed demeanorâ his body did a full one-eighty as his eyes frantically searched for you through the mass of people.
and once he did spot you? your breathtaking little self being manhandled by some fucking moron who had his hand around your upper arm?
he didnât consider himself a relatively calm person anymore.
megumi quickly snatched his cap off and passed it to a confused yuji and your best friend, sprinting at the speed of light across the field and to the fence of the v.i.p. section before hoisting himself up and climbing, jumping over once he reached the top and landing on the standsâ him running up a few steps before finally reaching you and tearing the guy off.
âget the fuck off.â
he gently pushed you behind him, his chest heaving.
âthe shit are you doing hurting her arm like that for huh?!â megumi stepped forward.
âhey! hey iâm sorry man iâ i didnât know i was hurting herââ
âsure you fucking did she was literally telling you to let go and you were throwing her around likeââ
âmegumi pleaseââ
âare you part of the crew?â
âyâyeah?â
âyouâre gone. youâre fired youâreââ
âwait iâm sorry! i was just trying to get tickets to the world seriesââ
megumiâs eyes blew open, wild and infuriated.
âthatâs why you were grabbing her like that? you were harrassing her for some fucking tickeâ you know whatââ
megumi stepped forward before you could stop him as he reeled his fist back and knocked him straight in the jaw, the guy stumbling back a bit and the crowd gasping before megumi spun around and grabbed your legs, throwing you over his shoulder.
âget the fuck out of my way.â
the small crowd that stuck around for the altercation parted with no questions asked, his long legs striding over across the exit and to the teams now vacant locker roomâ kicking the door open before gently setting you down on your feet.
he ran his hands over your soft hair frantically as he grabbed your cheeks and checked you over, your teary doe eyes breaking him apart.
âhey are you okay? are you fine?â
megumi let go of your face and gently lifted your upper arm, his eyes hardening at the purple forming bruise from that dickwads hand.
âheâs gone heâs goneââ
you lunged and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly as he started to charge back out, pulling him back.
âno! stop itâs okay you already hit him i think he got the message.â you mumbled, letting him go.
megumi turned to you then, his eyes softening over your timid sad frame as you played with your fingers, gaze down.
ây/n.â
âhm?â
he frowned.
âcan you please look at me.â
you listened reluctantly and peered up at him.
he exhaled. âbaby iâ iâm sorry. iâm so fucking sorry for everything that i said to you that night. i meant none of it. nothing. i was just angry at myself and stressed and stupid and i hate that i talked to you like that and took it out on you. you didnât deserve that at all.â
you hurriedly wiped your silent tearsâ nodding, but saying nothing.
he leaned down to look at you at eye level.
âare you okay?â
you nodded again and sniffled.
âtalk baby.â he pleaded with you gently, eyes sad. âtell me, please.â
you cowered a little as you finally broke into tiny sobs, your hands hovering over your face to hide your tears as he placed his big hands on your upper arms, megumi feeling like he just got run over by an entire military tank at the sight of you crying because of him.
âiâiâm sorry i yelled at youââ you hiccuped. âi was so mean and i fâfeel really badââ
âbaby why are you apologizing?â he shook his head. âitâs me itâs all me iâm the one who was mean to youââ
âno butââ you sniffled. âyou were just stressed from the game like you said and thatâs fine i shouldâve been more aware. i didnât mean to upset you with me talkingââ
âoh pretty baby..â he breathed out, agonizingly, megumi literally beating himself up. âremember when i said one time you were too nice for your own good?â
you nodded.
âthis is one of those moments. you should be yelling at me and throwing things at me like your best friend did.â
your eyebrows furrowed as you sniffled. âsheâ she did?â
âshe did.â he nodded. ârightfully so.â
you giggled a little, and he smiled softly.
âiâm sorry i distanced myself the way i didâŠâ you mumbled, a waterfall of tears coming down again. âi just thought that i was a distraction andâ and i wanted you to focus.â
âa distraction?â he murmured. ây/n you are never a distraction.â
âno but at the end of the day i wasâŠâ you sobbed. âyou need to be there for your team you haveââ hic! âyou have responsibilities and i donât want you to put me above that andâ and keep hanging out with me when you have so much to doââ
âsomething you need to understand is that iâm replaceable.â he cut you off, tone firm. âthe minute they find some other dude thatâs way better than me and quicker than me and they draft his ass over to the team? they are going to replace me faster than you will ever think. thatâs just the way jobs are. iâm replaceable no matter how much you wanna think itâs not true.â
he shook his head, his face pained. âbut you are not. youâre not fucking replaceable there is no other you. you are my life now baby. yes my career is a priority, but so are you, and i would rather them replace me than lose you entirely.â
he wiped the tears from your cheeks, your doe eyes wide.
âi appreciate that you care so much and you support me and that you want me to devote all of my time to only thisâ youâre an angel on earth for all of that⊠but as your man iâm telling you that all of my time is devoted to you now, not just baseball.â
you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him closer to you, tight, him immediately reciprocating and snaking his arms around your waist.
he could finally breathe.
âdo you understand?â he murmured softly, rubbing his hands over your back soothingly.
you nodded.
âbut you canâtâ wear yourself out like you did okay?â you sniffled. âyou canât let them push you and tire you out⊠and please listen when we say for you to restâŠâ
âi know iâm sorry. iâll listen next time baby i promise.â
âi get you trying to improve for yourself and push your limits⊠butâ but thereâs a difference between wanting to better your play and straight up wearing yourself down.â
you pulled back a little to look at him, wiping your tears and hiccuping. âand i worry man⊠i worry so much because iââ hic! âi love you and i always think about if youâre eating right orâ or getting enough sleepââ
his heart literally melted as he felt the remains of it ooze and spread all over his body and insides, your pure sweet concerns tugging at him and turning him into absolute putty before you.
he tightened his grip around your waist and lifted you, gently rocking your bodies as you sniffled and cried, his eyes screwed shut and feeling every possible emotion a human being could ever feel⊠but feeling love most of all.
love for you. love for who you are.
megumi kissed your wet cheek delicately and let his lips linger there as he spoke.
âiâm in love with youâŠâ he murmured. âi hope you know that.â
your heart fluttered and you nodded, a little smile playing at your face.
âiâm in love with you too gumi.â you hummed, pressing a sweet kiss of your own to his cheek.
he set you back down and cupped your cheeks, slowly leaning in and pressing light tender kisses to your lips, his mouth completely savoring over the taste of yours as he had been deprived of them for a freaking weekâ feeling like his dried up soul had been rejuvenated and made anew.
and you felt the same way⊠because you deepened the kiss, picked up the pace, pulled him closer until his chest was flush against yours and your hot breaths were mixed together in a misty cloud, megumi breathing heavily through his nose as he ran his needy desperate hands over your delicious body.
he trailed wet open mouthed kisses on your cheek, jaw, and all the way down to the side of your exposed neck, his hand supporting the other side as he feverishly licked a slow long stripe of spit up your neck with his rough tongue, your fists gripping the sides of his jersey as he nibbled and bit, his lips finally coming to enclose and suck around a certain spot as your breath hitched at how frenzied and sloppy he was being, drool practically running down your neck as he ravished, bit, and sucked over multiple areas.
you shoved your hands down his pants suddenly, and he choked in surprise as his hips thrusted forward, your fingers pumping and palming his hardened cock slowly as his breath shuddered against your neck.
âbaby...â he murmured.
âhm?â
âhow would you feel if i turned on the shower and fucked my cock in your pretty little cunt for a bit in there huh?âŠâ
a needy whimper slipped past your lips against his ear, and he grew weak.
âis that okayââ
âmore than okayââ
you squealed as he wasted no time in picking you up again and walking over to the showers, the both of you clumsily tearing off your clothes as megumi fumbled with the shower switch until luke warm water spritzed from aboveâ entrapping the both of you in a humid trance as megumi squeezed your bare thighs and ushered you to jump, you doing so immediately and wrapping your legs around his waist.
he stepped in and literally slammed the shower door shut, the two of you giggling a little as the soothing water washed over your panting bodies, the sight of his handsome bright face making your cheeks flush and bury your face in his neck in response.
he chuckled softly, gently setting your back against the wet tile wall before kissing you again and again, his mouth messy against your puffy lips as he tried to drink up all that you gave him, the tip of his cock slipping past your folds and brushing against your swollen clitâ each time making you squeak and jump.
you didnât care about anything, your mind reeling and just wanting megumiâs dick inside of you as soon as possible, knowing that youâd never really had sex before and literally not giving a single shit because it was himâ someone you trusted the most out of anyone in your life, and someone you wanted to give your all to no matter the circumstance.
he lined his fat tip then against your drooling hole.
âwait! wait the doorââ you gripped his shoulders for support. âthe door did you lock it?â
ânope.â
megumi pushed his cock in slowly and gently, your choked gasps and moans echoing inside the shower as his head fell to rest in the crook of your hickey covered neck, him groaning in ecstasy as your gummy warm pussy strangled his dick to the tightest degree, already previously so wet and gushy that it thankfully barely hurt you at all as he bottomed out.
âfuuuckkâ youâre warm.â he murmured, gripping your hips like a vice and softly caressing his thumb against your slippery skin to soothe youâ hoping (but not really), youâd maybe release the clutch your pussy had on his dick to stop him from already shooting his cum all over your insides like a loser.
he slowly drew his hips back and fucked into you again, you jolting at the force as you fumbled to keep your grip steady on his shoulders, his cock fucking thick and massive as his little curve poked deliciously at your cervix, him gradually increasing his pace as you shuddered over the quick pat pat patâs echoing through the walls.
âgâgumiii..â you whined.
âwhat baby?â he mumbled breathlessly, his eyes glued to where his dick connected with your hole as it slipped in and out lewdly, your pussy literally squelching and screaming for him with your bouncing tits in his face that made him clench his jaw in self restraintâ trying his hardest not to fucking ram into you like nothing and take you.
âyâyouâre biigg!â you hiccuped, your little gasps of breath enticing droplets of cum to leak out of his tip and ooze out of your little wet folds, megumi moaning at your words.
âyeah?â pat pat patâ âsâtoo much for you baby?â
he picked up the pace, on purpose as he meanly bounced you on his cock and shot his hips up against your pussy, his big heavy balls slapping against your ass and making your eyes fucking cross at the feeling.
âtell me you love me.â he panted. ânow.â
âiââ hic! âi love youââ
megumi grabbed your cheeks with his fingers and mushed them together, grinning deviously at the way your pouty lips pushed out cutely.
âhow much.â
âsâso- ah!â so much gumiââ
âmoreâ shit!â he choked, a particular squeeze from your abused cunt almost making him finish. âmâ more than anything?â
slap slap slapâ
âyâyes!ââ you could barely even speak due to the erotic hold he had on your face. âi love you i love you i loveââ
you squealed as he let go of your face, gave into his desires and rammed into you, both hands on your bruised hips as he gave your pussy no room to breathe with how fast he was shoving his fat cock inside of you, pounding and pummeling into your guts as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your release build up in your tummy.
âwhy were you asking me about the door earlier huh?â he panted. âyou donât want anyone to see how much of aâ thrust! âslut you are? your legs spread for me like this and your pretty pussy creaming on my dick?â
you whined and moaned so fucking loudly, it ringing through megumiâs ears like a wicked symphony.
he pinched your nipple when you didnât respond.
âanswer me.â
thrust thrust thrustâ
ânâno i didnât!â
âno?â
he gripped your neck and sloppily ran his mouth over yours, feeling his cum on the brink of shooting out.
âmâgonna cum inside.â
âinâ mmphf!â inside?â
âyou donât want it?â he let go of your neck. âcause i wonât give it to you if you donât want itââ
âi do i do!â you scrambled and cupped his cheeks, bringing his lips back in and kissing him messily.
âgive it to me gumi please!ââ hic! âeeekkk!â
hot sticky cum pumped out of his tip and into your gushy walls, your high making your toes curl as you creamed around his heavy cock feverishly, megumiâs entire body fucking shivering at the way your pussy felt like it was entirely made and molded for him.
he softly pumped himself inside and out of you, his mouth hung open in a daze as he watched his white cum slide out of your pretty hole and over his still connected dick, gently easing out after a minute and carefully setting you back downâ not completely though, as he knew youâd be sore as he leaned most if not all of your body weight against him.
you held each other in a tight embrace then, your heavy breaths trying to find its normal rhythm as the warm water continued to cascade down your bodies, comfortingly.
âwhy donât we have sex more often...â you mumbled.
he laughed softly, pecking the side of your head. âi was waiting for you to tell me baby. i didnât want to pressure you.â
âi was waiting for you to tell me.â you emphasized. âi didnât want to jump on you and just violate youââ
megumiâs chest vibrated as he laughed again, a cute boyish one that made you bite your lip.
âviolate me?â he murmured, an amused smile on his face. âiâd want you to.â
âyeah?â you tilted your head, and his cheeks grew hot.
âyeah.â
finally you and megumi were in sync again, going back into each otherâs routines as if the week long hiccup never happened, the both of you officially unraveling the aching knots in your chests that you hauled for seven tormenting days straightâ together and attached to the hip once again as he started picking you up for your seven am classes every morning like before, you going to his practices straight after, and spending your hours sleeping in his dark cozy room this time around, snoring your little life away so megumi could recover.
and eventually, the world series arrived.
âmy camera! my camera! my digital one did i bring it?!â
you flipped your purse upside down and dumped all of your things on the floorâ your lip combo, compact mirror, snacks, random receipts, and small perfume bottle rolling around on the ground until your digital camera was finally in view.
your best friend cackled as she crouched down and helped you pick up your things. âyou were taking pictures up megumiâs nose on the two hour drive over here yes you brought itââ
âi know i forgot iâm so nervous what if they lose what if someone fumbles what ifââ
you both stood as you rambled on and she placed both of her hands on your shoulders, shaking you. âcalm down! theyâll be fine! win or lose they still made it to the world series!â
the crowd roared much like the past two games, except much heavier, louder, more drilling as the music drummed through your body, the air windy but refreshing, and high pitched whistles echoing from around the stadium as everyone anticipated for the biggest game of the season.
you had lost count how many different news stations were here broadcasting the game, how many reporters you saw scrambling across the field trying to interview certain playersâ you too busy taking pictures of every single little thing and the both of you reapplying your lip liners over a million fucking timesâ even flagging down a crew member so you could take a picture with just your best friend, your backs to the camera showcasing the last names of your boyfriendâs on your jerseyâs.
and when the game officially commenced and the players all went out on the fieldâ megumi and his team did what they always do best, taking control of the scoreboard and earning runs like chump change as they worked professionally to take the trophy home, you constantly snapping pictures of megumi that your digital camera ran out of fucking storage before you even got the shot that you wanted.
eventually after a while of playing, it was megumiâs turn to hit.
âfuck! record for me please record! my camera ran out of storage oh my god use my phone please i love youââ
your best friend laughed as she took your phone from you and did what you asked, your hands on the railing and leaning over it as you anxiously watched him walk up to home plate and take position.
but instead of doing his usual faux swings and repositioned footing, megumi stepped to the side and turned his bat downward, you unable to tell what he was doing as his frame was blocking, his arm moving in various directions before he stepped back again on the home plate and repositioned himself.
your eyes trailed to the ground.
megumi had carved your initials in the dirt.
your girl friend gasped and cooed. ây/nnn!â
as megumi now did his faux swings, your bottom lip only wobbled as your eyes stayed trained to the carvings in the dirt, your heart skipping a thousand beats per minute as the thought of megumi thinking about you out there during one of the most important nights of his life, made you question repeatedly how you ever landed a man like him when all you do is talk and cry.
hit!
your eyes snapped up and you quickly wiped the corners of your eyes, megumi already running across the first two bases as the crowd roared.
âbring it home fushiguro!â
several of his teammates were cheering him on from the dugout, megumi running four runs with just one fucking hit?â
a grand slam.
and suddenly you were taken back to the day you noticed megumi for the first time, just like now with your doe eyes wide and cheeks pink, recognizing the only piece of baseball terminology you knew besides a home run.
except then he was just a stranger you were hopelessly in love with that knew how to play ball like no other.
now though, heâs a man you couldnât ever imagine your life without. and you didnât want to.
so as the game reached nine innings, megumiâs team running on the field in a bundle of absolute tears and yells and hollers that they won the world fucking series, all clustering together as they hoisted several players up on their shoulders, including megumiâ
you and your best friend instantly booked it down there in a fit of tears.
you had no time to get your personal belongings together as you sprinted across the field like your life fucking depended on it towards megumiâ him being put down by his teammates and him frantically looking around after until he spotted you, the brightest smile spreading across his face as he chucked his cap to the side and opened his arms out wide for you.
you jumped in and he spun you around, holding you tight as the screaming crowd surrounding you drowned itself out as you cried into megumiâs neck.
he pulled back, panting.
âdid you see how i did a grand slam?â
you nodded rapidly.
âi did it because i knew its the only thing you would recognize!â he yelled over the noise. âso you would feel included when we won!â
oh my god.
he still remembered when you told him that?
âguummiii! how did you even calculate that?!â you cried harder, and he laughed as he spread tiny kisses all over your teary face, his eyes glimmering with absolute unadulterated happiness and bliss, the reality of having the two things he wanted most in life settling into his mind.
megumi didnât really have a stance on religionâ whether the factor is real or not something he didnât really care about nor mind as he simply just chose to live.
but as he held you on the field, you crying for him and embracing him the way that you were, kissing him the way that you were, megumi only wanted to be covered in your favor. megumi only wanted to devote his entire life to you.
megumi only wanted to believe in you.
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âHAVE YOU SEEN MY PANTIES?â
pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader
summary: in a lazy, hot summer afternoon, itâs your boyfriendâs turn to do the laundry. but why doesnât he respond when youâre asking whereâs your panties?
warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, gojo is your boyfriend, needy! gojo, cute! gojo, fluff, nipple play, panties sniffling, masturbation (m), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, sex (p in v), also based on a @/yunonoaiâs comic!
wc: 2,128
âBabe, can you do the laundry? I have a call.â
âSure,â Satoru replies, standing up from the couch where he was lazily lying down, chilling out in front of some tiktoks.
He steps towards the bathroom, the laundry hamper waiting for him to be emptied and washed. With a resigning sigh, he looks down at the heap of dirty clothes. One of them overhangs them all: your favorite panties â the one he bought you last month.Â
The lace surrounds with finesse the satin fabric of your favorite color.
So how can he not be hard at the only sight that reminds him how long you both havenât had sex?
Fuck.
His breathing becomes heavier, each inhaling being a trial to not pay attention to the prominent bulge swelling down his gray jogging pants. Of course, the memory of your whimpers will always be like music to his ears, the fwap sounds of his cock buried deep, so deep, inside of your wet pussy, and his balls, so much filled with his cum and tightening when he's about to climax, slapping against your ass at each pound into you.
He is grouching now, at the edge of whining in need of your full attention â but of course, you needed to have a call at this very moment.
His hand twitches to his crotch, palming his already hard erection through the soft fabric of his pants, electricing at quiet moans, Satoruâs beautiful face wincing in pleasure. He swallows thick, his Adamâs apple bobbing, and gives in. With messy movements, he lifts up his black shirt to grab the hem at his watering mouth and muffle his cute sounds between his clenched teeth and jaw. The fresh air blow at his hard abs, making him tensing his belly with scorching skin.
His big, calloused hand fiddles with his erection, so ready to free himself from the torturous sensation of your pretty panties, which he holds between his fingers and brings to his nose to inhale your scent, which makes him like a little puppy for you. Satoru utters a desperate whimper and finally buries his hand under his clothes to release his quivering cock.
Itâs much bigger than usual, beads of precum glistening on the angry red tip, and veins sinuating the flesh. Of course, itâs perfect. Thatâs why it will never seem strange to anyone to see him stroke himself. He lazily fucks his tight fist, picturing your sweet pussy as he closes his eyes, beads of sweat leaking from his temples a flush spreads all over his cheeks.
His length girth throbs between his digits, coursing waves of lust through him as Satoru quickens the pace, as the same as his heartbeat. Saliva damps the fabric of his black shirt, and the idea of substituting the hem of his shirt with your panties carries out straight away, increasing his arousal until itâs twitching in a maddened way. With each stroke, the pre spreads along his shaft to allow it to be lubricated, at the point that if you all of a sudden show up in the bathroom, you both can skip the foreplay but damn!
âToru? Did you see my panties?â Your voice echoes through another room.
But he doesnât answer anyway.
âFuck,â he grunts in a quiet whine, âmiss you so much, babe.â His balls tighten, following the next moment â and it doesnât take that much time he expected, because a few seconds after he twists his wrist in an upstroke movement â the exact way youâd do to him â heâs already cumming on the heap of laundry, dirtying them even more they already were, puddles of a viscous liquid, spreading out in droplets as the orgasmic peak subsides.
Panting heavily, he doesnât hear you burst into the bathroom as you exclaim, âSatoru? You serious? Look at the state of the laundry now!â
With a swift gesture, he removes your panties from his mouth and turns his head suddenly towards you. Heâs unable to justify himself and simply watches your disapproving pout ruffle your pretty lips. âSorry babe, I'll clean it up.â He also notes how your mere presence makes him hard immediately despite having softened a moment earlier with the moment of âreliefâ he wished to provide for himself.
âWhere are my panties?â you ask a second time as you rummage, eyebrows furrowed, through the basket of dirty laundry.
Satoru rubs the back of your neck nervously and hesitates to hide your underwear in his palm. âUh... here,â he murmurs softly, slightly discomfited as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
âYouâre that much needy?â
Satoru looks down, a little boyish pout on his lips that breaks your heart. âSorry...â
Your frown softens. âOh, umâ No, Toru, please donât gimme that look,â you whisper, walking over to him, your hands instinctively cupping his cheeks to make him look down at you. âIâm sorry, my love. You need to tell me when you need me, okay?â
Satoru nods slowly, still guiltily pouting. âCan I have you? Please? Just one round, I swear Iâll be gentle,â he murmurs.
His request makes your lips curl up. âMy boy does want me? Youâre cute, almost begging like this.â You graze a kiss on his cheek. âGet on your knees.â
âLike that?â His knees make contact with the floor, his cock still outside his dangling jogging suit. He so fucking cute, listening to you so obediently.
âGood boy,â you coo, sliding pants down your thighs. Your black panties hug the swell of your hips, your intoxicating scent spreading toward Satoruâs nostrils.
He moves towards you using his knees to grip your hips and sniff your scent once more. The action makes you giggle so much that it makes you suck in a breath when he pulls down your underwear to kiss your groin. âLove you,â he whispers. âI want to taste you, please.â
âSatoru, just wait Iââ But he cuts you off, darting out his tongue to lick a strip enough to feel your bundle of nerves. A moan escapes your lips, driving your breath as crazy as heâs doing with his skillful mouth.
âYouâre dripping,â Satoru comments, kissing your lower lips swiftly before grabbing you by the thighs and lifting you up, dropping you off the washing machine. âSpread your legs,â he mumbled, all needy and flushed to eat you out.
And how long he hadnâtâ
Itâs like heâs drunk on you, ignoring your moans and whimpers as he rests his cheeks on your inner thigh to wrap his wrist around your thighs. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your thighs, trapping you firmly. âKeep âem spread, baby,â he purrs, lapping your soaked core and sensitive, puffy clit. âIt tastes sâgood, Iâve missed you.â
His dick twitches and throbs afterward, your sweet sounds re-hardening him and making him more swollen than he was even after the few rubs he did to relieve himself.
âHmm, ah, Satoru, youââ you trail off, throwing back your head against the wall, your hands grabbing the washing machineâs edge until your knuckles turn white. âIâll be close, Iââ you babble, and the realization of how much not having sex with him for so long is turning you into a virgin-like. And also, the clenching feeling of your pussy, lips parting and closing around nothing hits you so hard.
You need to cum on his cock.
âSatoru, stop,â you gasp, your fingers snaking gently through his white lock and tugging them carefully.
He stops the moment after your whine reaches his ears â a sound ringing like music to his ear. âBut⊠I havenât made you come yet,â he murmurs, rubbing your clit slowly with his forefinger and middle finger. His cute pout is now begging you to give him grace.
âI want to cum on your dick,â you clarify, leaning in, your lips pressing down a gentle, loving kiss on this beautiful forehead of him.
âYou sure? I havenât stretched you beforehand.â He rises from his former crouching position and holds his sensitive length closer to your core.
âI donât mind, I just want you right now,â you blow out, kissing his free hand.
Satoru blushes â and oh, how can anyone fall in love with this cute little face you want to madly shower with cuddles and kisses? âCan we put it in while I kiss you?â he requests, bringing his lips closer to yours.
You let out a little laugh, pressing a first kiss on his lips. âYouâre so cute.â
But something makes your eyes drop lower, and you feel it. Satoruâs hand holds his shaft enough well to tap the tip and the length below on your core, teasing your squelching cunt.
âCâmon, donât tease me, I want you nâ Ah!â He shuts you down by crashing his lips on yours and sliding himself easily in you, stretching you impossibly wide. âS-Satoru, youâre bigger than usual,â you whimper.Â
Your hands grab his broad shoulder, nails sinking in his compressed black shirt, lips moving on their own to taste yourself on his wet lips. His tender tongue asks to enter you, and you allow him, soft strokes on each otherâs tongue.
Satoru moans in the melting kiss, waiting for you to adjust, and starts gentle back and forth hips moves, hissing through his teeth by the sweet, delicious tightness of yours. âYou feel so good,â he squeals between kisses. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You gasp, swallowing hard because of the different paces your brain canât focus on â stolen kisses and perfect pounds into you. Itâs so deep, so mastered, that itâs driving you mad and making you see stars.
Breaking the kiss, Satoru wraps his muscled arms around your back and encircles you flush against him, your heartbeat matching with his, and your fingernails slide down his back as you almost lose strength and balance every time his tip brushes against your cervix, etching red scratch marks for sure on his back as soon as he will remove his shirt.
With another buck before pulling out fully, he slides back in and manages to reach your deepest point, making your back arch and cry out. âSatoru, please, Iâm so close,â you whine, wincing because of his hips rocking in you faster and harder.Â
The washing machine sways to the same rhythm, threatening to give way under your weight. Your heavy, ragged breaths fill the air in a kind of steam room. Blood beats at your ears, your gummy walls clenching around his long, big dick without ceasing and have mercy for you.
But as if that wasnât enough, Satoru slides your top off with a swift movement of his hand to free one of your breasts and taste the nipple. He sucks hard, tongue pulling and swirling at the nub like no other. The action makes you roll your eyes, the overstimulation engulfing you like a wave would.
He then uses his head to tease your nipple with a gentle tug, his cerulean-blue eyes captivated by your curve. You squeal, your walls swallowing up his thrusts inside you, tightening more and more until he gives in and takes you back into his arms, but this time with a hand under your thigh to lift it up and enable him to reach an even more precise and deep angle, making you scream out his name.
âBaby, Iâm gonna cum,â Satoru warns you, his Adamâs apple bobbing up and down, and his jaw tense from clenching. âPlease, whereââ
âInside me, Satoru,â you whimper in the hollow of his neck, closing your eyes before the following ride crashes the two of you.
Pussy clenching around his length, you squirt on him with a small cry, and Satoru does likewise, twitching as he grunts and his hips jerk to reach your womb and fill you up with his cum.
Muscles trembling from the aftermath, you pant against him, as weak as after an intense workout. âIâve missed you so much,â Satoru whispers in your ear, in the same state as you. His large, quaking hands stroke your hair, soothing you.
White strings escape from your full, swollen-lipped pussy, the sound of trickling filling the silence of the room.
âI promise Iâll do the laundry, but please, can we have cuddles?â Satoru demands, blinking down at you with puppy-dog eyes.
You rest your cheek on his shoulder and nod, a smile stretching your lips, as you reach out to stroke his cheek.
âOf course, my baby.â
DING DONG.
The ringing of the front door echoes in your ears and a memory pops into your head, slapping you in the face.
âWasnât Suguru supposed to come to borrow the washing machine here because his is broken?â
Satoru froze, flickering his eyes. âHuh?â
a/n: feelin to write something cute and smutty haha! i think writing things easy like this is unwinding me.
see how heâs so cute? đ„č pls God give me oneâŠ
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â TOO SWEET! â
geto, toji, gojo, nanami, choso. jjk men who canât get enough of your sweet taste â& becomes needy for your touch.
total wc. 3.0k
warnings. fem!reader, aphrodisiacs, whiney men, unprotected sex, mating press, cowgirl, doggystyle, nipple play, eating out through your panties, dry humping, praise
an. request thank yew aiii, using this req as an excuse to make the jjk men whiney.
CHOSO â KAMO
âbaby w-wait,â he swallows, and chosoâs panting heavily. heaving practicallyâŠ
he just couldnât keep his hands off you â ever since he told you in that soft, shaky red-handed voice that he âaccidentallyâ swallowed and eaten your freshly new bought sugary-coated sweets. âi feel soâŠâ he murmurs, spinning you around before planting a kiss on your neck, then another, then another. âi need you. y-you smell sweeter than usual.â
âoh..is it that bad?â you stare up at him, a single eyebrow of yours raises, and he whimpers. youâre teasing him. the pout that curls down his lip is just adorable.
choso doesnât give you a answer. heâs so starved of your wanted touch, all he does is drag a few inelegant awkward steps towards you, bringing you into a deep kiss.
choso cups your face with his big hands, his tongue swipes against yours and he backs you up against the glass cold refrigerator door.
he lets off a delicious moan inside your mouth and you gasp, feeling him spread your legs apart with his knee and your own whimper slips out as heâs kissing you. his body heat against yours was so warm, and every few seconds he broke away to repeat your name underneath his breath his shaky needy whispers. oh⊠maybe..
it really was that badâŠ
âare you sure?â you faltered with a shy smile, massaging the nape of your neck with your fingers. choso sat on the bed, his face remained flustered and plastered which nothing but whole heartedly lust and thirst. âthisâll help you um..stop feeling allâŠ.you know.â
âbaby, yesâplease,â he whines, his eyes plead. chosoâs entire body felt so hot-tempered, warm.
it was cute seeing him grow frustrated, yet he was still as whiney as always, pink lips of his pursing and pouting as you teasingly and slowly made your way to sit on his face. ât-thank you, thank yâmph..â
your panties were still on but choso could care less, as you plopped down gently on his face â he couldnât take it.
one single stripe lick between the crevices of your underwear was enough to make you moan out his name, hovering over him while giving him that same timid gaze. âcâmon. i need this, need you,â heâd speak, his own breath was racing against itself, jittery.
he gives your thighs a quick pry with his right hand, spreading your legs and you moan as heâs literally eating you out through your laced panties.
âride my nose, baby. pleasepleaseplease. wanna savor my pretty girlâsââ and he pauses to breathe, almost forgetting to before moaning out. â..pussy.â
âc-choso..â you panted, starting to ride against his nose. he looked so pretty and submissive underneath you, a smile never leaving his lips as you were continuously starting to cover the lower half of his chin with your sweet slick. âfuck, fuck.â
his tongue was sloppy, never ending with the way it slurps your folds up. teasing your puffy clit with numerous sucks, his headâs swiftly moving and jerking as your hips moved and moved against him. choso reaches down to rub against the brick hard bulge building up in his shorts and he whines.
âc-can i touch myself?â he whimpers, and your heart swoons at him even asking. ââŠ.god, iâm so hot for you, baby. you make me so dirty. your taste⊠âs doin' this to me. just.. wanna please you, all night long baby.â
SUGURU â GETO
âm' serious, princess,â geto mutters, gripping onto your shoulders. he looked like heâd just came back from his hourly workout. heâs staring you dead in the eyes, some strands of long black hair sticking to his forehead, and it appears as if heâs nearly out of breath. âiâŠate your uh candy. but itâs not like you labeled it or anyt-â
geto freezes for a moment. he grows dramatically stiff, before staring down at his pants then at you. âshit.â
âïżœïżœïżœsugu, are you hard?â you giggled.
and oh, he grows so embarrassed. getoâs facial expression turns into a cute scowl, his ears grows hot the more he stares at youâand indeed he is.
getoâs boner was sort of hard to ignore. him wearing grey sweats didnât make things easier either.
âcan..can you help me or not? yâdonât know how painful thisâŠis,â he huffs out and seconds later after you comply with a sweet little âokayâ heâs got you sprawled out all pretty on the bed. âmore hornier than u-usual..â he swallows, leaning in to plant kisses straight down your chest to your stomach before he slides your panties off.
you stared at geto, and he licks his lips, panting. his chest heaved back and forth and heâs sweating a bit, heâs so turned on he feels so hot once heâs easing his way inside your pussy with his dick.
âm-mhm,â he bites his lip, keeping one hand resting on your tummy. you never heard him this whiney before and it was so cute. he doesnât wanna rush but he canât help it but start to create a pace with his hips. you moaned once he leaned into you, whining in his low voice, âkiss me, please. kiss me, princess.â
he was so thick. you felt him everywhere, his thrusts were so sloppy against you. more sloppier than usual but he was so driven.
his mind raced and his heart heated ten times faster than it regularly does.
âcome here, baby.â you playfully smiled, moving his long dancing hair strands from his face and he deeply kissed you with tongue. hearing you say âbabyâ got him more turned on.
the candy, your taste, and just your smooth sweet voice alone was gonna be the death of him.
âokay, okayâŠâ he pants, you wrap your arms around him as his body weight lightly lingers against your chest. heâs so sensitive, warm as he leans in to kiss you for a second time.
itâs more quick and steamy. your tongue collides against his and you taste the sweet tang of the intoxicated candy residing on his tongue. you moaned at his hips smacking against yours at such rhythm. geto lets off a soft whiney purr at the way you comb a hand through his hair.
his lips were connected to yours for what seemed like forever. his warmth radiates against your skin as his body rocks against you.
âso sweet,â he murmurs, breaking away for a brief moment, his cock taps against your most sensitive bits and you whine. getoâs gentle but canât help but be a bit crazy with thrusts, his strokes that made you dizzy. âi-i need more,â he huffs out, kissing the side of your mouth, then your neck, then your chest.
getoâs still huffing and puffing as heâs inside of youâeach stinging slap he creates with his hips, you run into him and he moans, raising your right leg up, the leg that was wrapped around his waist to lick a long stripe up it while keeping direct eye contact. âcanât get enough.. ân itâs all your damn fault, princess.â
NANAMI â KENTO
âsweetheart..â
is all your boyfriend says. youâre bent over the counter, and he pauses, you slip off a moan as nanamiâs pressed up against you. his voice sounds lower than usual, raspy and somewhat whiney..? he intakes a breath before lifting the fabric of your sundress up. âi donât want you to..see me like this.â
âkento, baby,â you shyly smile, not even facing him. âi told you yesterday not to eat the candy. the side effects are umâŠstrong.â
with one hand, nanami tugs on his tie back and forth, heâs hot. âiâm aware of that now,â he grunts and you let off a gasp, feeling his hard boner rub against your ass. he grabs onto your waist and starts to make you grind your ass against him and he swears underneath his breath.
âfuck me,â he mutters in frustration. âforgive me, s-sweetheart but i justâŠi really wanna take you right here over this counter. restrain your cute hands with my tie and..â
âwhatâs stopping you then?â you teased.
and that was all it took nanami couldnât hold back anymore, the lust overtook him and it was too strong. your cloying fragrance alone had him so tipsy. youâre perfectly arched over the sleek shiny, granite kitchen counter. nanamiâs ruthless with his hits against your core. âk-kento..â
youâd moan out, your own hands pinned against your back with the neatly tie restraining your wrists, not too tight but just enough. youâre just bent over with the most perfect arch.
heâs so warm as he sloppily thrusts against you, again and again. his tip brushes against between your folds and you whimper out from how good heâs hitting you from behind. heâs got an exquisite tempo of roughness but also very gentle.
nanami grunts with the way your ass kisses against him each time. he purposely grows quiet to hear the hard hits, yanking on your pretty sundress. âjusâ like that, baby,â heâd moan out, barely able to contain himself. âthrow yourself backâŠagainst me, jusâ like thatâŠgoddamn, girl.â
you were hunched over, wrists still restrained with his striped tie, a good grip of you as youâre being pounded ruthlessly against the counter. heâs never felt this horny and aroused before, hot and cold describes his heat and he groans at the way you move against him.
his dick reached you in each crevice, each spot with such ease youâre whining. you covered his base with your slick, he gets so hard from the recoil the more he stares down. nanami eyes the way the pretty sundress you woreâthe one he bought you for valentineâs day, was all wrinkled and lazily pulled up to your waist. âs-so good, kento. more..â
âgood, want you to feel good,â he rasps, caressing your bare ass once more. once his fat tip reaches your g-spot with a single hit you choke out his name and it sounds so pretty. âarch that pretty back just a more for me, pretty.â
you do and he gives you a soft encouraging spank, just to hear you whimper out kentooo. it drives him crazy, you drive him crazyâheâs so obsessed with the way your ass jerks back against him.
one swift smack and you moan, he slides a tongue across his lip, grunting at the way the recoil just bounces against him. heâs so dizzy, holding on to your hips, a firm grip and making you move back and forth before he starts panting.
âa little more, sweet girl,â and you do, moaning once his hefty base smacks against your ass. he starts to get a bit whiney, despite his low pitched voice, heâs completely losing composure. âall the way down, bend for meâŠ.y-yeah,â he stutters, and you get shivers, feeling nanami teasingly run two fingers down your spine.
âfuck, youâre gonna milk me, honey. make aâŠdamn mess out of me.â and you doâbecause not even moments later, nanami ends up spraying thin ropes of of his cum all over your pussy, painting it like a canvas. âgot me all messy just for you, p-princess.â
FUSHIGURO â TOJI
tojiâs hungry ass genuinely doesnât care.Â
the moment he spots a pocket-sized, untouched velvet box of tasty sweets with cute neat handwritten of a sharply that wrote âDO NOT EAT ME!!â he pays no mind.
eating it, savoring the rich taste of caramel and cinnamon. heâd probably eat in front of you just to spite you.
yet, the last thing youâd expect would be to return home to a needy whiny toji.Â
âheyâŠgirl,â you hear from behind you. he sounds worn out, as if heâd run a marathon.
he greets you with an awkward hug, which is more so just him feeling on your ass, his boner poking against your leg and he intakes your sweet scent before grunting into your neck.
âiâŠi ate the fucking candy. and all of a sudden you smell sweeter than..than usual and, shit.â he sighs, feeling your soft lips kiss the side of his mouth, his scar. âlook. i just..i need you, bad,â and he sounds embarrassed, not even presenting you eye contact.Â
his eyes hide underneath his long uncut strands before he continues, picking you up while gripping down on your thighs. âbut..maybe thisâll fuckinâ help..â
and by thatâŠhe means putting you in a simple mating press, tojiâs stuffing you full of cock, heâs doing more moaning than you which is surprising.
his weight that lodges over your pussy just smacks against you each and everytime. heâs treating you like a rag doll basically. youâre just dumbly being stuffed full of inches, holding onto his beefy arms while heâs thrusting in and out, smack after smack it makes your ears ring.
âmhm yeah babyâgirl,â heâd choke out, and youâre squeezing down on him so tight it makes his jaw clench. âso damnâŠhot, fuck i need moreâŠgotta overflow this pussy sâgood itâs drippinâ out.â and you whimper at him clamping down on you.
his thrusts became so nasty and sloppy, barely any rhythm.Â
toji looks so pretty when heâs needy. deranged, but pretty. heâs sweating a bit, beads race down the sides of his forehead, toned muscles were tense, including his back muscles. yet he blinks twice again.
slowing his strokes just a bit before groaning. âf-fuck, nasty bitch yâer tryna milk m-me?â and he whinesâa gasp wretching from his mouth before thatâs when toji realizes.Â
he came early.
toji stares at you, panting heavily, bottom lip quivering as heâs still got you in a mean mating press. your legs were just dumbly in the air, twitching and you moaned at feeling his cum trickle down your slit, oozing out of you.
âtoji baby, did you just whine?â you teased, heaving yourself. and toji showcases a glare, bringing a swift spank towards your pussy and you moan.Â
âsayâŠsay that shit againâŠâ he murmurs, all out of breath. he sits up, still stuffed deep inside you, his thick sheeny triceps flexed as he had them pressed against the sides of you.
âsay what?â
heâs so embarrassedâa sheepish expression washes over him, tips of his ears were fuming with hotness before he grumbles, pulling out just to avert his eyes towards your messy pussy. âfuckinââŠ.call meâŠbaby again...please.â
âcall you baby, yeah?â you teased, and he glares, a cute scowl on his face
ââŠyou heard me, whore.â
GOJO â SATORU
âhey, youâre back,â he utters, hugging you from behind. he smells so goodâpeppering your neck with a variety of chaste kisses, he sounds a bit shaken up and heâs far more clingy than usual.
the minute you hug turn around to hug him, softly running a finger down his undercut he lets off a moan. ây-your touch. âs been so long since-â
âtoru i was only gone for three hours,â you mumbled, and he stared at you.
his entire face was flushed, his usual fluffy and well was all in his face. messy, ruffled, and he was sweating just a bit.
âwhy-â then you pause, moving your eyes towards the night stand to see the empty wrappers of candy scattered everywhere. âyou- did you eat those?â
âno,â he immediately says, with a swift head shake, before letting off an ashamed, âyes.. i couldnât help it. i thought you were just joking about the umâŠhorniness.. but baby, i-i need you on top of me.â
he was so desperate.
you decided to 'help' him, in his way he wanted you to ride him so the lust could wear off, hopefully.
gojoâs so loud, slouched back against the squashy pillows of the sofa.
his head goes back before gripping your waist, whining at the way your hips rollicked against him. âf-fuck me more, touch me more. kiss me..baby please, âm so hot, pussyâs making me burn up, fuck..â
âsatoru,â you mumbled, bucking your hips against him and it makes you suck your teeth. he was so big, easily stretching you out, molding out your pussy with such grace.
âstop talking.â you moaned, rocking back and forth. his cock, the girth of it stretched inside of you and you bite down on your lip.
gojoâs hair nearly covers his eyes, and heâs panting and whining each second. the way you clamp and squeeze around him makes his head spin.
âm-make me, girl.â he pouts.
you rolled your eyes, leaning in to kiss him and gojo moans in your mouth. the slim tip of his tongue ran against yours and he was so sloppy, breathing out his nose. he squeezed your ass with his left hand before whimpering once he started to bottom out.
he pulls away, simultaneously grabbing one of your breasts to latch his lips onto your perky nipple, a sweet attempt to hide his moans but he was still loud.
âmph,â he muffled, blue eyes staring up at you as you rode him so good his eyes nearly starts to roll back and you moan from the stimulation. his orgasm came so hard that heâs almost seeing stars. he painted your insides whiteâso much came out, itâs like heâs been saving his old just for you, he couldnât stop tottering while being beneath you.
thatâs when he lets out a sharp breathâtapping you lightly with his bottom lip visibly poking out.
âcan..can you praise me?â he pants, you slow down your rhythm and gojoâs pupils dilates a bit, he swallows before moaning once you lean in to kiss near his neck. âyour voice gets me so..tingly.â
âyou did so good, satoru,â you hummed, kissing his nose, then his neck, then his chin, heâs still buried inside and he canât stop moaning from your touch.
you run a finger down his v-line and he whimpers, his eyes following your movement and he was indeed warm. ââŠgood boy.â
âjusâ hearing you talk âs gonna make me cum again, baby.â he choked out.
his soft shaky moans go against your ear the minute you start to ride him again, a slow yet sensual pace and heâs about to lose his mind. âdonât s-stop fucking me please. âm your good boy. all yours...fuck.â
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normally toji prides himself on being the perfect guard dogânot that he would ever tell you that. but you never have to worry about guys coming up to you when your hulking monster of a boyfriend remains at your side, continuously glaring down his nose at everyone he sees.
this usually works pretty well.
on adults.
but now, as you and him wait in line at the counter of the grocery store, he can only let out a huff of irritation as he watches the little brat in front of you both stare over his motherâs shoulderâbig wide eyes locked on you.
at first you donât really notice, too busy blabbering about something silly as you look around the store. but when you finally lock eyes with the child, you notice the way he seems to go shy, pressing his cheek deeper into his momâs shoulder. his eyes flick away from your face for just a second, before timidly looking back. as soon as he does, you break into the sweetest, most giddy smile.
(toji would move mountains for a glimpse of that smileâand yet here this kid is just getting it without a shred of work.)
you tilt your head, raising a hand to gently wave at the boy, who flushes further under your attention, but lifts his cheek a little more. chubby fingers come up to meekly wave back, and you hold back a silent coo of affection, eyes filled with honey-like sweetness. with every little giggle and silly face you make at the boy, he seems to get more and more comfortableâtoji watches you melt.
the unlucky little brat then quickly peeks at the giant man looming beside you, and toji canât resist. his face pulls into a evil smile, teeth on full display as he wiggles his fingers sinisterly. the expression has its desired effectâthe kid recoils, eyes going wide before burying his face into his motherâs neck. in a few minutes, the boy and his mom are heading out the store and you and toji start loading the groceries onto the belt.
âi saw that, you know?â
toji glances up, seeing your semi disapproving frown, and he cocks his head in faux innocence. âsaw what?â
âyouâre mean,â you shake your head, crossing your arms. âscaring little kids like that. quite literally the object of their nightmares.â
âah, heâll be alright,â toji grunts, taking the bags from the cashier in one hand and reaching for your palm with the other. âitâll build his character.â
you snort. âheâll have trauma.â
âlike i said,â he grins, a canine display. âcharacter.â
you roll your eyes as he tugs you out of the storeâyour grip on him unwilling to falter.
toji lives just like this, successful in scaring off any other person who considers giving you attention, whether thatâs an adult or a little kid. and despite your exasperated complaints to at least lay off the children (theyâre harmless), toji has known for a long time that he can be nothing but selfish when it comes to you.
so forgive him, if he quickly turns to this evil little tactic to scare away kidsâitâs all he can really do. besides, it always works.
until now.
youâre sitting under a tree at a small park, working on some dumb assignment for one of your lectures. toji lays on his back next to you, arm draped over his eyes in a momentary respite from the normal danger of his lifeâeerily content.
the peace is broken by the rustling of tiny footsteps in the grass.
âhere you go.â
toji pulls his arm away to peer at the owner of the voice. a boy stands there, hair tousled as he waits in front of you with his arm outstretchedâin between his chubby fingers is a singular dandelion.
your eyes widen, cheeks splitting into a wide smile as you coo out your affection. âaw for me?â
the boy nods mutely, cheeks flushed as he thrusts the flower further into your view. you delicately pluck it from his hands, inhaling the fragrance with a grateful smile. âwell thank you. itâs beautiful.â
he shyly kicks at a spot of grass, lips pulling up into a giddy smile under your sweet praise. âjust like you,â he mumbles under his breath and you squeal softly, giggling at how adorable this kid truly is.
toji sits up before you can say anything else, lips pulled into a displeased frown as he crosses his bulky arms across his chest. âhey.â his voice comes out low and tense, even as he stares down his nose at the boy. âwhat are you doing?â
you turn to look at your boyfriend, at the exaggerated sneer that normally works wonders in scaring kids away, and you hold back an exasperated sigh. âtojiââ
âwho are you?â the boy frowns, sass appearing out of thin air as he looks toji up and down like heâs nothing but dirt under his colorful sneakers. you gape at him, eyes darting back and forth between the two as a smile threatens to make its way into your face. tojiâs lips part in surprise, a tingle of heat crawling up his neck as he hears your hushed gasp of held back laughter.
âher boyfriend,â he grunts back, eyes narrowed in a way thatâs oddly similar to the expression on the kidâs face.
âno way!â the boy huffs, pouting indignantly. his cheeks flush as he glares at tojiâunfazed.
âuh, yes way.â toji realizes how petty he sounds, but heâs adamantâunwilling to stand down in anything that involves you.
the boy crosses his arms, mirroring tojiâs pose. he rolls his eyes emphatically, lip curling as he sneers down his nose.
âisnât she too pretty for you?â he asks bluntly. you smother another disbelieving gasp, and toji suddenly feels an unfamiliar thrill rush through his veinsâthis kid had guts.
âwhat do you know, brat?â thereâs a smirk evident in tojiâs voice now, and he uncrosses his arms to lean back on his palms, eyes shining with feral mirth.
âi have eyes,â the boy snaps back, putting both hands on his hips to appear more intimidatingâit doesnât work, he just looks cuter. âi can see her.â
âwell quit it,â toji huffs in return. ânot yours to look at.â
the kid narrows his eyes. âyouâre mean!â
âand youâre nosy!â
âhow am i nosy?â
âyouâre cominâ over here and givinâ my girl flowers!â
âshe deserves flowers!â
âof course she does! from me, you little brat!â
âyou suck, old man!â
âwhat did you just call me?!â
a shout from across the park disrupts the heated bickering, and you all turn to see an older woman waving the boy over. he looks down at you, a sweet smile washing over his face as he tilts his head innocently. âthatâs my mom. i have to go home now.â
âheh, sure thing. get home safe, okay?â you shoot toji an amused glance as you speak, and he sends a displeased glare back as he stubbornly crosses his arms again.
the boy nods, beaming at you. âokay! see you later!â he chirps. but just as heâs about to leave he turns back, eyes fixated on toji. âi hope your boyfriend learns how to be nice!â
and then he runs off.
you snort out another laugh, which only gets louder when you catch a glimpse of the way toji is practically sulking in the cornerâscowling at the kidâs back with narrowed eyes.
the whole thing is so unbelievably endearing, and you canât stop grinning as you pack up your things and stand up.
âletâs go home, toji.â you hold your palm out for him, and youâre rewarded with a pointed glanceâhe takes your hand anyway. even as you both exit the park, toji has an unamused pout on his face, glaring ahead.
you canât resist.
âdonât tell me you actually feel threatened now,â you giggle, grabbing his bicep and pressing close. toji glances at you from the corner of his eyes, unamusedâwhich only seems to make you laugh harder. âoh come on! he was so cute!â
âlittle brat,â he grumbles in return. âcouldnât take a hint.â
âyouâre mad because the eight year old kid at the park didnât want to believe you were my boyfriend?â
âthe fuck do you think? of course i am. what do i look like if not your fucking boyfriend?â
you chortle, practically falling on him with the weight of your amusement. he sighs, disgruntled.
âitâs not funny, kid.â toji rolls his eyes at youâinternally, heâs trying not to grin.
âitâs so funny, toji.â you straighten up, smiling at him with stars in your eyes. âyouâre ridiculous and itâs so cute.â
he scoffs, giving you a sidelong glance before reaching up to tug at your cheek. âiâm definitely not the cute one.â he murmurs offhandedly before internally smirking at the way you seem to be caught off guard by his statement.
âwhatever,â you mumble, holding his arm as you both continue walking home in relative silence. from the corner of your eye you can see tojiâs expression as he mutely stares ahead, deep in thought. you decide not to disturb him, content on just feeling his warmth bleeding into your palmâalways at your side.
toji replays the incident in his head multiple times as you head home. the bickering, the sass, and the unfiltered adoration that little brat seemed to have for you.
something clicks.
as youâre pushing open the door of your apartment, you hear toji quietly chuckle from behind you, and you turn to look at him over you shoulder. âwhat?â
he shakes his head slowly, eyes shut even as an uncharacteristically soft smile tugs at his lips. âjust thinkingâŠâ
âabout what?â you ask curiously.
toji grins at you, cocking his head fondly. âwhen we have a kid, i want the little brat to be just like that.â
#he's such a pathetic wet dog i love him#menace to society#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen drabbles#fushiguro toji x reader#toji headcanons#toji zenin x reader#toji fushiguro#jjk fluff#jjk headcanons#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#toji x you#toji x y/n#zenin toji x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk drabbles#toji drabbles#fushiguro toji#jjk
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Sukuna has never said no to you.
It didnât matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, youâre sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list.Â
And you were curious how far you could go with it.
The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.
You were starting to change that.
"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.
"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.
"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary.Â
And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.
"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look.Â
You blink at him in surprise.
"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing.Â
Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time.Â
You were on one of the most luxurious brandâs websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary.Â
Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"
"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."
He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.
"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."
You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.
Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.
It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didnât mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.
You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.
You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.
He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"
"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"
Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.
It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you.Â
He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"
You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.
"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day.Â
"You know what's ridiculous?â His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."
You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.
"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."
You canât say no.Â
At least it was mutual.
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Hmmm... thinking very amorous thoughts about overworked!Gojo right now...
Satoru's eyes show his slow aging; they're so narrowed and tired when he comes home from work as he's kicking off his shoes in the entrance â but then the corners of his eyes soften when they catch on your face. Oh, you. Oh, his sweet-faced baby.
His stress-induced scowl after a long day disappears and he shines his pearly whites at you. "Baby," he feathers, coming down to kiss you, spine arching at an almost hilariously exaggerated curve. You're liplocked by a pair of eager, wet lips right after welcoming him home. He melts against you. "Fuck, today dragged on forever... missed you so bad..." and you giggle in reply, "Yeah? Does my choo-choo train need a massage?"
He groans; you've nicknamed him 'choo choo train' because when he arrives home from work, he always lets out this sigh like a steam engine. If you listen closely you can hear the brakes squealing to a halt.
Overworked!Gojo doesn't want to do anything when he comes home from work except hold you; in the hallway, his big hands are squeezing tenderly at your hips and massaging up your back while he kisses you with a slow tilt to the side â totally zoned out on the feeling of his lips gliding over yours, you trail your delicate touch up the back of his neck and graze over his undercut. He lets out a whimper of relief, like all he's needed all day was your loving touch and now he finally has it.
Overworked!Gojo's voice has a crackly rasp when he's tired that tickles your brain; he's teasing you about how despite being in your thirties, you still giggle the same as you did when you were 16. And with that, he's getting all nostalgic. "I remember being too shy to approach you, so I'd ask Suguru to initiate a conversation â don't laugh at me! Yeah, but I was just pretending to be cool. When I was around you I was always burning up like I had a fever. Yeah, actually..." he lowers his voice into a flirty purr and brings you close, nose tip nudging your temple as he grins down at you, "... now that I think 'bout it, you still get me burnin' to a fever."
You giggle and shake your head at your silly husband, "You're so fucking cheesy, 'Toru."
"Cheesy?! I'll show you cheesy, c'mere."
"Ewww!"
"Hold still."
"Gross! 'Toru â 'Toru stoppit!"
He's giving you purposefully wet kisses all over, leaving slick trails all over your face â something he's always done as a sort of 'punishment' when you call him cheesy or psycho or diabolical.
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anyways, as i was saying about older bf!simon and his willingness to please learn
pt 2 to this
âyou ever heard of a nut video with sound on?â
obviously, he hasnât- far as heâs concerned, if you havenât told him about it then it doesnât exist to him.
no skin off your nose, youâd spend the rest of your life teaching him about the âlatest trendsâ if it meant he kept sending those filthy fucking videos to your phone.
(your favourites on tiktok were purely filled with ideas)
heâs holed up in a remote location, killing time till he can be home and actually do something to you rather than send you a bloody video about it.
your instructions come through clear and concise, just how he likes:
âitâs whatâs written on the can, si- you can pick the setup but i just want to see you cum and, most importantly, i want to hear itâ
youâre lucky simon is such a practical guy and maybe you could thank price one day for making him so good at following orders.
when heâs got his alone time heâs setting his phone up to record on the edge of the window sill, moonlight fighting through the curtain to illuminate him.
heâs lost the bulkiest of his gear, down to his tactical trousers and a compression t-shirt. the images in his tattoo sleeve almost move when the light catches them right.
balaclava on (the one that just shows his eyes above the painted image of a skull) and heâs standing up to undo his belt (that you think looks like an airplane seatbelt).
you can hear his boots against the floorboard as he steps back to give you the full view of him undoing his trousers, taking his sweet time because he knows it drives you fucking batty.
heâs so big that the phone is working overtime to get all of him in the frame but you see exactly what you need to- thick thighs at your eye line and massive hands drawing down his fly.
on (you assume) the other side of the globe, youâre at home in your shared bed and youâre propped up right in the middle with the smell of simon engulfing you as you watch the video play out before you.
(if youâd thought about it you shouldâve cast it to the bedroom tv, hoping the neighbours didnât mind)
simon sits back down with his legs spread wide, one hand gripping his thigh as the other rubs himself over his boxers. his eye contact with the camera was fucking intense, like youâd hoped, just like when heâs on top of you.
heâs dressed in all black and the moonlight is obscured but you can still see him firming up in his pants. his eyes flutter, an infinitesimal amount but youâve been tuned into his every move since you met him.
your thumb leans hard on the volume up button and you can hear the diegetic sound of the building expanding and that usual technical hum that comes with a video. but at this pitch, you could hear him.
his breathing was chopped, chest expanding visibly as he pulled his cock out into clear view. jeeeeesus christ, it was never something you just got used to.
long, reasonably straight, fucking thick. even his hand struggled to make it look smaller as he wrapped around it, giving one dry tug.
as he closed his palm over the tip, you saw him make a swipe before he brought his hand back down considerably smoother than before. youâd had your hands down his pants enough times, man leaked like a fucking faucet.
simonâs head tipped back as he started to pull himself off, balaclava raising just enough to expose some of his throat. if you were there you would be perched in his lap, letting him do the work but running your tongue under the lip of the fabric.
one of the best things about the videos simon sent was, he didnât really understand how sexy he was. he didnât think any of the videos particularly watchable so heâd just send them on first take. if you liked them, you liked them- yours was the only opinion that mattered.
what that meant was, you never got b-roll. everything he sent you was unbridled perfection. captured exactly as it happens with no faffing about.
always whatever youâve asked for, whenever you ask.
(simonâs nothing if not inexplicably obedient)
he brings his hand under his chin to spit into the wide span of his palm, wrapping back around his cock and tugging. his foreskin moved over the head, rolling back down and thick veins bulging under his grasp.
youâd almost forgotten the conditions of your request, totally fucking enamoured by the sight in front of you when it caught you off guard.
a guttural moan ripped out of simonâs chest as he twisted his wrist.
his free hand moved to cup his balls, big and heavy, he rolled them in his palm as another groan sounded out of him. what you wouldnât give to be knelt between his thighs with the whole lot in your mouth.
you knew how much of an ask this was, you really had to work him up to making noise when it was just you two in bed. these days? you couldnât shut the man up when he was balls deep and his face was buried in the crook of your neck.
but this was another step, this was him on his own with his crew just through the walls. heâd be a plain liar if he said there wasnât that rumbling trepidation in his chest. heâd put it to bed though.
all he had to think of was you, one hand gripping your phone and the other between your thighs as you watched him through with a hazy smile- that kept him going.
with the thought still heavy on his mind, you didnât have to strain to hear your name drift off his lips. his hips bucked into his hand as he did, speeding up the motion of his strokes.
you were going to black out, his tattoos flexing and his chest expanding with every stuttered breath. simon looked like a god among men and he fucking sounded like one too.
âfuck, sweetheart- youâre so fucking filthy giving me orders like thisâ
your cheeks were burning, he wasnât wrong but you werenât expecting him to call you out quite like this.
âwhat does that make me? always so fucking eager to do what you say? make a dirty old man, yeah?â
wheeeeeew thatâll do it, your thighs snapped together around your hand as your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. whenever you thought you couldnât take any more, he was always there to do you one better.
âonly for you, pet- you can always get whatever you fucking want from meâ
and you knew he was serious, thatâs what made it all the more debilitating. simon was unshakeable, youâd seen him go out of his way to defy orders if he didnât think the person worth his time.
when it came to you? you could tell him to kill and he would.
(he probably had)
simonâs hips were twitching, back arching in a way heâd rather die than have anyone else know about. his mouth was hanging open beneath the balaclava, your name and a string of expletives falling off his tongue.
so quick you nearly missed it, the hand that was cradling his balls moved to grip the fabric of his shirt and push it up his toned front. you couldnât call his abs cut and defined, there was aged layer to them, but they were undeniably there.
youâd rested your head on them, pressed your palms against them, even ridden them enough times to know they were there. regardless, he looked fucking perfect under the moon glow as he stroked himself hard and long.
eyes locked onto the camera, broken moans on his lips, you saw his hips lift one last time as thick spurts of cum began to paint his stomach and chest.
scars illuminated under the night sky, mirrored by shiny patches of hot cum splattered across the same stretch of skin. the hairs on his chest were matted with sweat and were now being splashed with how far he was shooting.
you could only watch with your mouth hung open as he tugged himself through his orgasm. soon it was only the sound of his laboured breathing, chest rising and falling as he tucked his soft cock back into his pants.
just when you thought that was it, you found one of his hands lifting up the edge of his balaclava till his lips were exposed. two fingers of his other hand swiped up some of his spend before he lay them on his tongue.
knuckles in your mouth, biting down to suppress a scream, simon readjusted his clothes as he stood and took a heavy step towards the camera.
one hand braced on the window sill, the other gently gripping himself through his trousers- his voice was so fucking gravely it couldâve reverberated round your room.
âwhatâs next sweetâart? you name it, itâs yoursâ
#i actually went fucking crazy on this one i couldnât stop writing#id give a fucking kidney to watch this guy jerk it on camera#anyways ANWAYS put a ghost mask in my bfs amazon cart- WHO SAID THAT?#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#ghost smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley drabble#simon ghost riley drabble#ghost drabble#simon riley blurb#simon ghost riley blurb#ghost blurb#older bf!simon
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